RFC-Mini Arc 4: Night Life-22 (Patreon)

I don’t bother responding, turning my attention to her nape. My hand on her ass pulls her forward, encouraging her rock against my thigh as my lips move lower, thoroughly ravishing her chest. I don’t have to encourage her for long as she’s swept away by the pleasure but I don’t linger long, trailing my lips down my body until I reach the source of her excitement.

“Ahhhn!” Her moans reach a new volume as I drag my tongue over the swollen lips. I have to counsel myself to control as she bucks in my grip. Her hands, which amble with no purpose, find one in gripping my hair. She isn’t bold enough to push me against her but I hardly need the encouragement. It’s my first time tasting a normal woman. No sweet, crazy elf trying to drown me in, humping my tongue with wanton abandon. No suspiciously delicious succubus whose ghostly touch has me riding the edge. I enjoy every moment, every twitch of her legs and buck of her hips. Every whimpering moan and surprised gasp.

The movements of her hips becomes more forceful as I explore every inch of her walls. Meanwhile, I slip a hand between my legs and stroke my swollen ‘head’, shivering at the ripples of pleasure that wrack my body.

“Ah, saints…” The hand in my hair gets a little tighter. “I…I…” Her head snaps back as I push a little further, working my new muscle. “Oh, saints. Aaahhhh, fuck! I’m gonna…mm….” She pants out the words but I don’t need the heads-up. I can tell how close she is from her trembling thighs and increase my efforts. It doesn’t take long before she howls her climax, arching toward my mouth and cumming on my tongue.

I lap up the juices before letting her relax against the bed.

“Oh…” She gasps, chest heaving. “You’re not…all bravado.”

I lower myself on top of her, delighting in the unconscious hum she lets out. “You sound surprised.”

“I don’t usually choose women. It’s nice but it lacks a little something.” She kisses me, the first one she’s initiated. “Mm, I almost want to return the favor.”

“Don’t you dare,” I purr, kissing her back. “I paid to fuck you, didn’t I?”

She laughs but the sound is quickly smothered by my lips. For the second round, she’s a lot more active, her hands far more friendly as she takes her turn exploring my mouth. I let her have her way, as I continue stroking my growing member.

Funnily enough, her questing hands avoid going beneath my waist, likely obeying our informal rules about my doing the pleasuring, so she doesn’t notice as my erect cock is fully exposed.

She laughs as I quickly spin her around, letting out a sigh as I drag my tongue along her spine. “All this talk about fucking,” I murmur against her ear. “You’re that eager for somebody to fill your hole? If you haven’t lost all that money to me, you would have blown it all on one of those polished slabs of meat walking around, wouldn’t you?”

“What of it?” She chuckles as my hands urge her hips into the air. “That is the point of this place, is it not? Well, not for you.” Her breath hitches as I push a finger past her folds. With an internal flex of muscles that is hard to equate to anything a mere human is capable of, I secrete a special liquid designed by Geneva. It’s an aphrodisiac but the effects are entirely physical, heightening sensitivity and encouraging the body to produce more ‘natural lubrication’ without affecting the mind. That’s all me, hehe.

She groans as I add another finger, rocking her hips against me. “Well, you... aren’t the…smallest I’ve taken,” she says, gasping out chuckles between her pants. I can’t help but laugh, watching her try to crack jokes while gripping the sheets. I add another finger and curl the digits, grinning as she throws her head back.

“More,” she whines as I pump my hand. “Harder!”

Her whines become more plaintive as she tries to wring the climax she desires from me. Unfortunately, it alludes her, my fingers not up to getting the job done. By the time I extract the digits, she is shaking with pent-up tension, her teeth clenched as she glares at me over her shoulder with a red face.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, turning her back around. Don’t want to ruin the surprise. I wouldn’t be Lourianne Tome if I left a woman unsatisfied.

She mutters something under her breath. Likely complaints, not believing my claims. My grin turns mischievous as I grab her hips with both hands and press against her entrance.

“W-What?” she gasps. I stop her from turning around by grabbing her head. “What is—”

“Ah ah. No peeking.”

“But you’re a woman!” she shouts. “…aren’t you?”

“I’m the person who paid to fuck you,” I rasp, enjoying the mix of apprehension and excitement coming off her. “Remember?”