RFC-Mini Arc 4: Night Life-23 (Patreon)

She opens her mouth to reply but the words turn into a surprised moan as I push inside her. I grunt as her walls clamp down on my length but I have to stop before bottoming out. Mm, my wife is definitely unordinary taking my girth so easily.

Wren’s position is especially amusing. I can’t see her face but her body is telling me enough; her arched back, her tightly curled toes, her shallow breaths. She groans as I ease out, squealing as I enter her again. I’m careful as I establish my pace, cautious of my strength. I gain confidence when I hear nothing but her moans.

“Ah, hahhnn, fuck! You’re…so…more, baby. Give it to me!”

I loop an arm under her breasts and haul her up, holding her against my chest as I thrust into her. Her breathy moans and heavy pants are especially loud as bury my nose in the crook of her neck, one of my hands on her breast while the other snakes under her thigh. Compared to the lustful rutting that make up my intimate moments with my wife devolves into, my slow grind against her is practically tame and it’s invoking a whole new range of sensations. The feeling of her hot pussy squeezing my cock is exquisite but it lacks the strength I’m used to. Combined with my exaggeratedly careful movements to be sure I don’t hurt Wren, I feel like I’m teasing myself. It feels good, euphoric even, but it’s not enough.

Saints, I feel like I’m torturing myself. Like staring at a piece of succulent fruit, desperate to take a bite, but keeping my hands in my lap. The frustration is equally annoying and exciting as I search for the one little thing that will get me off.

A soft thud draws my attention to the side. Alana sits slumped in her chair, glass on the floor. Most of the bottle is gone, her bleary gaze saying she is far past drunk. Her unfocused gaze is focused on me, but I have no idea how much she’s really seeing. It’s still enough to send shivers of pleasure down my spine. Wren howls as I reflexively thrust into her with more strength but my eyes never leave my friend and her eyes never leave our waists.

My lover tenses, her walls squeezing around me as she groans, back arching away from me. Alana’s nostrils flare and her eyes dilate. Briefly, her eyes dart up, meeting my gaze. I swear, there’s no drunken haze there as she stares at me with…something. I can’t confidently call it lust but it’s powerful and hot. Enough to push me over the edge.

I moan softly as warm pleasure suffuses my body, the waves washing my mind of thoughts as I cum inside her, Wren twitching with every spurt.

“Fuck…” Wren drops her head as I finish, her limbs losing strength. I ease her onto the bed, crawling over her as I brush my lips along her sweaty neck. I slowly move inside her and she moans. “Saints, you’re still hard…”

“Mm. And I don’t think I’ve gotten my money’s worth.” I slip out of her and turn her around. Her eyes are slightly wet, the tiny amount of disdain she held for me gone as she stares at my erect member. There’s no mistaking the hunger in her gaze.

“Why…”

“Magic.”

“Oh.” She chuckles. “Yeah, I’ve heard about a few people like you. No wonder you’re throwing around three hundred gold like it’s nothing.”

“Mm.” The throbbing erection between my legs is taking up most of my attention so it’s a little difficult to focus on making conversation. “People like me?” I mumble as I move between her legs, teasing her entrance.

Her hands grab my shoulders. “Men and women who pay healers to ‘upgrade’ themselves. Though you’re rather unique.”

“One of a kind.” I plant my hands on either side of her before slowly pushing in. Wren’s head snaps back, her mouth dropping open. “Auuhhh, I fucking love your cock.” Her nails dig into my shoulders, her legs crossing over my waist as I rock against her.

“I bet you do.” I press our bodies together and push up to change the angle of my thrusts, pounding her sweet spot. Her breath catches in her throat as she gasps for air. “Mm, you should be paying me for feeding this hungry pussy.” I rock my hips faster, pushing her into the mattress. The bed jolts from the force, the headboard slamming against the wall in a constant rhythm. “Hah, not merchandise my ass. You’re the biggest whore in the building, aren’t you? All that pretending just to spread your legs the moment someone sprinkles a little gold in front of you.”

I don’t know if she hears me as her eyes are rolled into her head, her expression sloppy. Saints, it’s a powerful feeling. Not too long ago, she was looking down at me with mild disdain. Now, she’s lost her mind and is completely helpless beneath me, twisting and bucking from the pleasure I’m giving her, her pussy doing its best to swallow me whole. I feel her shudder beneath me, shouting out her climax and I fuck her through it, moaning as she tightens around me.

She practically howls to the ceiling but I can hear another voice under her. Harsh breathing coming from the side of the bed, along with the scraping of wood, I’m guessing from the chair being moved. I don’t dare turn around, not wanting to disturb what may be happening. And because I don’t know, my mind is awash with possibilities. The thought of Alana, red-faced with shame and arousal, fingering herself while watching us is enough to make my blood boil. I’m in a haze of pleasure and fantasy as I indulge in the woman beneath me.

Tugging in my hair and her plaintive moaning of “Stop,” draws me out of it. I slowly slip out of her, watching in fascination as she climaxes again, her expression messy. Her half-lidded eyes stare up at me filled with a desire her body can’t act on.

I’m still painfully erect. I need more, much more. And Geneva’s not here to calm me down.

Wren tries to say something but I shush her with a finger. “Stay.” I climb off the bed, snatching up my robe before I grab the rope by the front door. Geneva, can you hear me?

[Always, my summoner.]

Send Bell to me. Like Wren said, going to need a little something extra if I want to really enjoy myself. There’s a knock on the door and I open it. “Water, enough for several people,” I tell the servant, waiting just a moment to see the young boy nod before shutting it.

“Lou…”

I look up to see Wren watching me, beckoning me back with her gaze. I glance at Alana, still slumped in her chair, riding the edge of consciousness. I pad over to her. She barely responds but there’s no fooling me. I can hear her heart rate jump and I can smell her excitement. She’s good though. I lean down, close enough I know she can feel my hot breaths on her ear, but she doesn’t react.

Mm. We can play pretend then.

There’s a knock on the door. I open it and take the tray, flipping a gold coin toward the servant, shutting the door on the boy’s wide eyes. Probably overpaid but, eh. I’ll call it an investment into my reputation.

“Coo!”

I open the door again and a dark shape darts inside. I scoop Bell up, hugging her against me. “Hey, Bell. You got here fast.”

[I am eager to serve.] Her tail snakes down into my robe, brushing my erect cock and making me jump.

“Serve you will, my imp.” I set her down and close my eyes as she starts to shift. A gentle brush of fingers along my cheek prompts me to open them. A stone woman stands before me. I don’t fight as Bell pulls me forward, accepting her kiss, my longer tongue wrestling hers into submission. Her other hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer, and I slip a hand between her legs, stoking her steadily growing erection. Our cocks brush against each other as we kiss, a new type of thrill.

I pull back as she rubs against my lower lips. “Bad imp. Tonight’s my night.”

“As you wish, Master Lou.” She deftly lifts the tray out of my hands, setting it next to the bottle of alcohol drained to nearly an inch of liquid. Then she turns to Wren, who watches her with a wide gaze.

“Wha…”

“Hey.” I distract her by climbing onto the bed, taking hold of her attention immediately. Mm, my body is doing its work. “The only thing you need to focus on is me.”

“Yes~”

Bell climbs onto the bed, positioning herself behind me. I can almost feel her desire as she stares at me. Maybe later but first you’re going to make sure I don’t break my prize for tonight. She’s got a lot more gold to work off, hehe.