Fooling Around For The Hell Of It WIP (Patreon)

Spending a relaxing afternoon in one of the Chaldea lounge rooms with Astolfo wasn’t exactly Jeanne’s thought of a wonderful day. But the quiet and comfortable nature of the room allowed her to lean against Astolfo and read a book that she had been gifted without a care in the world. The book wasn’t exactly what she could call the most interesting, but it held her attention from one page to the next and didn’t really allow her to pull away from it. At least, not until she felt a hand start moving along her body and underneath the shirt that she happened to be wearing.

Before she knew it, Jeanne felt Astolfo’s hand come to her breast and simply rest on her soft mound. She quickly looked up from her book and into his eyes. “Astolfo, what are you doing?” When she didn’t get an answer, or feel his fingers grip onto her breast, she decided to go back to her book. If he wasn’t going to do anything, there wasn’t much need to raise a fuss. She trusted him, all. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be leaning against his torso and almost relaxing against him while she read.

However, it was another story entirely for Astolfo. Having such a beautiful and radiant woman lean onto him and rest against him in such a way caused him to feel more and more aroused by the moment. And it didn’t cease anytime she shifted, either. Even when she adjusted herself to simply rest her head against his shoulder before shifting down and allowing her head to rest against his torso. It almost drove him crazy to have her against him like she was. And when he got away with having a hand on her breast? Well, the lust started to truly get to him.

Without saying a word, he started to squeeze and play with her perky mound underneath her shirt, surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra of any kind. His lips curled into a smile as he felt her nipple harden against the palm of his hand, prompting him to slip his other hand underneath her clothing as well. He knew that she was a woman of holy nature and he wasn’t about to push his luck too far if she tried to tell him to stop. But when she remained quiet, he didn’t hesitate to grope both of her breasts and play with her soft mounds like they were toys for him.

Nor did he hesitate to move both of his hands down toward Jeanne’s hips and grab on to the hem of the shirt that she was wearing, pulling it up and over her head without her saying a word to him. And when he brought his hands back down and to her hips, Astolfo quickly pulled Jeanne from her position on the couch into his lap where his eyes met her own. But instead of saying anything and trying to justify what he was doing, he allowed the lust that coursed through him to guide him. As long as she wasn’t going to tell him no, he was going to keep going. But the moment that she told him to stop? He’d respect that and stop.

Fortunately for him, Jeanne enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her breasts. She didn’t fight against him when he started to play with her body or when he pulled her into his lap. However, she didn’t actively acknowledge what he was doing. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to the side to continue reading her book once again. Not that she was really able to pay attention to the story that she was reading as a mild sense of pleasure started to radiate within her.

Jeanne bit down on her lower lip when she felt Astolfo’s fingers pinch both of her nipples, giving them the lightest tug her could without actually bringing her any pain. She tried her best to silence the moan that wanted to escape her, but as she kept herself quiet, it turned into a quiet and almost needy pout. A pout that only seemed to fuel whatever Astolfo was feeling as he tugged on her nipples once again, this time earning the moan that he saught from her.

When Astolfo heard the moan that left Jeanne’s lips, he tilted his head to the side to block her view of the book that she was reading. “Just speak up when you want me to stop…” His words were soft and almost inaudible, but it was clear that they were heard when he watched a faint but clear blush come to her cheeks. Seeing that blush caused a smile to come to Astolfo’s lips before he leaned forward and caught Jeanne’s in a deep and lustful kiss, causing her to drop the book behind his head and onto the back of the couch that they were on.

Without saying another word, or even bothering to pull his lips away from her own, Astolfo quickly started to strip Jeanne and himself. He brought both of his hands to Jeanne’s hips and unzipped the pair of short shorts that she was wearing, smiling into the kiss that they shared as she lifted her hips in an attempt to help him. As he pulled the shorts down to her knees, Astolfo also hooked his fingers into her white panties, not wanting to waste a single moment as more lust started to course through him.

Deep down, Jeanne didn’t know just why she was allowing Astolfo do to whatever he wanted with her. But she didn’t plan to stop him. Not when he was being this gentle and respectful with the way he touched her. It was clear as he slowly pulled his shorts and underwear down and off of her body that he was ready to stop any time she spoke up. But she didn’t plan to speak up as he stripped them both down until they were completely naked.

Before she knew it, Jeanne found herself rocking her hips back and forth on Astolfo’s lap, her pussy pressing against his hard cock as she moved her hips. All the while, they never stopped sharing kiss after kiss after kiss. Not until she felt him lift her ever so slightly into the air and allow his cock to finally stand at attention, causing Jeanne to pull herself back and look down at the surprisingly impressive member that was now pointed directly at her pussy. But she still didn’t tell him to stop.

Jeanne bit down on her lower lip and nodded her head, silently telling Astolfo to impale her on his shaft. Which he did a moment later, causing her to gasp and whine as her inner walls were stretched around his member. Her eyes fluttered shut as she held tightly onto the couch just behind Astolfo’s head, keeping herself in place while her body started to grow accustomed to the feeling of having a cock inside of her.

Once he felt Jeanne start to rock her hips back and forth in his lap at her own pace, letting him know that she wasn’t in pain and ready to feel whatever pleasure came her way, Astolfo didn’t hesitate to start thrusting upward into her. He didn’t buck his hips in an attempt to hurt her, but instead thrusted his hips with just enough force to make her bounce on his cock with each and every thrust that he made. Astolfo looked her in the eyes as he fucked Jeanne from below, watching for her reaction as he felt her inner walls start to quiver around his member.