Chapter 19: Renfont Manor, Night (4) (Patreon)

Iris gently pulled away from the hard shaft still wanting to bury itself more within her wonderful bust.

As she rose to her feet, strings of cum webbed itself to Magnus's shaft as it plopped out from that deep cleavage. More of that thick cum continued dripping down, following the line of Iris's bust and coating the black corset.

But nothing came close to being as smeared as the lower half of Iris's face.

A creamy coating of gooey, white semen painted Iris's beautiful lips. A healthy smattering of cum trailed across my girlfriend's cheek where she'd turned her face. And dollops of that warm seed dribbled down her delicate chin, before eventually dripping to join the puddle only slowly leaking from between her tightly pressed breasts.

With cum covering her face and dripping from her cleavage, Iris smiled and gave a little twirl, as though she were a model wearing new clothes. She paused before turning back to Magnus, allowing me an unobscured sight of the thick cream painting her face and breasts.

The way she shamelessly presented herself after receiving so much cum against her lips was only one of the incredibly erotic things about the girl I loved.

“What do you think?” said Iris, lifting up a strand of her hair so it wouldn't interfere with the view. “I've improved the uniform, wouldn't you say so?”

Magnus leaned back against his elbows.

Even after just finishing himself against Iris's pillowy breasts, his cock remained stubbornly hard. And by the way his dark eyes took in the sight of his cum dripping down Iris's cleavage, he wouldn't hesitate to allow Iris to continue improving that uniform.

“Yeah, it's fucking beautiful,” he said with a grin. “You should walk around like that all the time. Every guy would love it. They'd fight over who gets to keep you looking like that.”

“Please, let's not pretend that men do not already fight simply for the right to look in my direction. If the ability to improve the state of my clothes was put to public auction, it would be a death knell to peace and public order.”

Magnus chuckled.

As he continued leaning back, fresh dollops of cum dribbled down his shaft. It'd be several minutes before he properly finished emptying himself after being teased by Iris.

“You're a true slut. But that's good. Never said I liked modesty.”

“I never claimed to be modest.”

“Because we both know there's trained whores with more modesty than you.”

Iris's amused smile showed she accepted that as a statement of fact and not an insult.

The contrast between how Iris received Magnus's words here and outside was incredible.

Had this been outside, on the street or in an inn, she would have either thrown a table at him or a punch that would have made nearby people jump from the strength of the concussive blast.

But even though this was in private, the way they spoke when only within each other's company was more than merely companions within a party.

It was, I knew with a fresh pang of jealousy, more like lovers as they verbally toyed with each other.

“A trained whore? Such lofty expectations. I can't begin to claim I have any semblance of immodesty when compared to nightly associates of such overwhelming experience.”

It was obvious from the ensuing snort that Magnus didn't buy the act.

It was hard to when the beautiful girl in front of him was parading herself in a maid uniform soiled by his semen.

“Once the people in charge of the red light district here catches wind of you, they'll either hire you or kick you out. You're a fortune or a bankruptcy waiting to happen.”

Iris cutely blinked and pretended to look surprised.

“Oh? Are you telling me my ability to rescue you from the dire poverty deserving of your atrocious finances has made its way to the ears of Blackrose's upstanding citizens?”

Magnus's grin froze. Iris smiled in amusement.

“Well, I don't fault them for wishing to hire me. And I suppose it's true I'd be able to identify the black marks in the ledgers that the Royal Treasury will no doubt send its collectors to inquire upon. Fortune or bankruptcy. You should be on your knees thanking me for ensuring it's the former, despite your attempts at permanently ruining yourself.”

The man opened his mouth like an idiot, but no words came out at the unexpected jab.

I couldn't tell whether it was due to Iris's fresh snipe against the state of his coin purse, or the fact she was slowly walking past him and towards the side of the bed.

Even with the carpet muffling her footsteps, my eyes were automatically drawn to the way her high heels accentuated those dark stockings. Her garter belt dug slightly into her skin, the lace now damp with enough wetness that more of her snowy skin could be seen beneath.

Even if she wanted to hide how she felt, it wouldn't have been possible.

Whether it was the clear glances towards Magnus's huge cock, or the juices running down her thigh, there was no mistaking the anticipation my girlfriend felt towards doing the act with that powerful man waiting for her.

And he knew it as well.

“You talk too much,” he said, smiling darkly as he turned to watch Iris approaching the side of the bed. “But talking doesn't stop the scent you give away. You've been begging for me to fuck you since the moment you walked in wearing that little outfit.”

Iris placed her knee against the bed, pausing as the shortness of the skirt revealed a hint of her dark underwear.

It was enough to show the trails of juices leaking down. Her underwear was now so soaked that it was almost fully transparent.

As Iris placed her other knee on the bed, the outline of her lovely slit was fully revealed. Nearby, Magnus's cock jutted against his stomach in hunger.

“I haven't said a word, though?” said Iris, pretending her underwear wasn't giving her body away.

Magnus rose to his feet.

“You will. The moment I put my cock in you, all your arrogance and fancy little words disappear. You'll become the bitch in heat you truly are.”

“I must apologise, then. I didn't mean to encumber your limited thinking capacity with fancy little words. In future, I'll restrict my vocabulary to simple colours and common animals.”

Now on her hands and knees, Iris turned to face the foot of the bed where Magnus was just sat. She smiled innocently, and I knew from the way Magnus was eyeing her lips that he was considering shoving his cock into her mouth there and then.

Instead, he went for the greater prize.

He enjoyed those few steps down to the other end of the bed, his eyes taking in the side profile of Iris in her soiled maid uniform as he went.

“What a waste,” he said as he brought his knees atop the bed, just behind Iris. “You'd be perfect if the only words out of your mouth were how much you wanted to be fucked.”

Iris looked behind her, still on her hands and knees. The skirt hid nothing now. The black underwear practically glistened as she positioned herself alluringly. Her hair fell down, brushing against the bed, joined almost by her dipping bust.

Without the tight bras she usually wore, it swayed tantalisingly within that slightly parted bodice. The cum continued dribbling down, smattering on the white bed beneath her heavy bust and her smeared face.

“There's no reason to feel disappointed,” said Iris, no differently than if she was sat in a common room drinking at a table. “So long as you continue to remain a thoroughly unappetising individual, I will continue to remind you of this fact. You should be overjoyed that a girl as lovely as me even bothers to point out your flaws. Most would ignore your existence.”

Magnus brought himself up just behind Iris.

A dark look of satisfaction was already on his face as his hands went up to trace the line of my girlfriend's waist. He dug his hands faintly into the black corset as he looked down at Iris smiling back at him from behind.

“You talk too much crap,” he said easily, taking off one of his hands to pull aside Iris's drenched underwear. Strands of juices connected the fabric with the smooth treasure within. “Tell me how much you want to be fucked instead.”

Iris raised an eyebrow. Even on her hands and knees, with cum dripping from her lips, she still managed to convey a sense of authority over the man now hungrily eyeing her from behind.

“I talk more than you deserve. I'll remind you that were the Goddess not in such a poor state of mind that day as to gift you with her blessing, you'd be a petty vagrant no different to the rogues we see innaaHnNHnnnHn~!!”

Without allowing her to finish, Magnus shoved his rock hard cock straight into Iris's cunt.

“Now that's a better noise,” he said with a grin. “But it's just the start.”

With practised experience, he kept his knees low as he easily thrust his entire length deep into my girlfriend.  There was no resistance. Covered in a layer of fresh cum, his huge cock easily reached the entrance to Iris's womb and then stayed there. Magnus didn't move.

“HaahH …. ahh …”

Iris's head had snapped to the front from the sudden impact. She glanced back again, her eyes widened from the sensation of having Magnus's hard length suddenly inside her.

“As … As I was saying … a petty vagrant … and a rogue … you should be crying tears of joy … thanking the Goddess for letting you look at me.”

Magnus grinned, returning both hands to Iris's waist, gently helping the corset to squeeze the delicate flesh.

“I'm going to do more than that. Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”

Iris smiled beautifully.

“No.”

Magnus chuckled, then visibly pulled his cock back. Iris let out a heavy breath at once.

“Let's try that again. Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”

“Perhaps … your hearing … is as deficient as your manners … I will noaaahHnnNHNn~”

Magnus allowed his cock to slide halfway out before shoving himself back into Iris's wet cunt. This time, he didn't pause. As soon as his shaft reached the entrance to her womb, he slowly pulled back again before slamming in.

“HaanhN … annhN … nnHNnn ...”

Again and again, Magnus took his time sliding his shaft out before swiftly shoving it back inside. Iris's face returned to looking ahead, her blue eyes wide from the sensation of having that hard shaft teasingly leaving before being rammed straight back in.

That Iris's body gave no resistance was telling in how deeply she wanted this. Even as Magnus only just began to thrust himself into her, more strings of wetness began to drip down, further coating the huge shaft with a film of clear slickness.

“Nhhnn … aahN … nmmHHm … NnghH ...”

Magnus leaned slightly over Iris's back, hands digging clearly into the corset wrapped around her delicate waist. Once more, he paused with his cock embedded deep within Iris's pussy.

“I'm feeling patient, so let's try that again. Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”

Iris's breathing was heavy as she turned her head.

Not to look back at Magnus. But to look directly at me, watching from the memory stone.

Lust swirled in her widened eyes, beginning to cloud the pearly blue. But it was nothing compared to her smile. It was filled with mischievousness.

“I … haahHn … I want … I want to be fucked ...”

Looking straight at me, I watched as her pink tongue peeked out, licking some of the cum that had yet to drip from her lips.

“I want … to be fucked … so much ...”

With a deep growl of satisfaction, Magnus did as Iris asked.

Pulling his cock out until it'd almost left the lips of her cunt, he wildly rammed it back in, grunting with the force of his thrust.

“NnahgNHhnnN~”

“See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?”

Magnus wore the expression of a triumphant beast looking over his prey. With a broad grin, he began to thrust in and out of Iris at a hungry pace, relishing in the sounds of Iris's sweet moans mixed with the wet sloshing of his cock sliding into the wet depths of her pussy.

“NnHhhn … Ahhnn …. nhnnHnm … annHn ...”

Iris looked straight ahead, her expression covered in bliss as she allowed herself to be ruthlessly taken from behind. Dollops of her juices dripped down to coat the back of her dark stockings.

“HaanhNh … pleaasch … I want … NhhaaH … I want … hahH ... to be fucked … aannH … pleasch … pleaasch … I've been waiting … schoo long … nnHHnna ...”

Magnus chuckled, in no danger of being out of breath, despite the hard pace he was setting thrusting in and out of Iris's inviting body.

“See, you could've had this anytime. You just like to make things hard for yourself.”

“I'm schorry … HnhANn … I'm schoorrry … nhHHaah ...”

“You like to act like the arrogant little bitch. But you're just a cock hungry slut, aren't you?”

“AhhnnN … yessch … I'm a … hhHnn … cock hungry schlut … nnHHn ...”

Magnus leaned over Iris's back.

Then, while continuing to pound into Iris's shunting figure, he brought his mouth to her ears.

“In that case, how about the next time you want to say something about how I like to spend my money, you instead tell me what a cheating whore you are instead, huh?”

“NnhhhH … my cheating … nnhHna … hassch nothing … nnhH … to do with … aahhHHn … your poor … hhAHnn … spending habischts … nnHhn ...”

“Oh. You little bitch.”

His expression hardening, Magnus drew his face away from Iris's back.

Instead, he looked down at her from above.  And in that moment, a bestial drive took hold of him.

As though only now seeing how he was able to fuck the famous Sword Princess like a mating animal, he grunted and furiously increased the pace of his thrusts. A hungry glint shone in his eyes as he speared repeatedly into Iris with enough force that her breasts shook with her.

“NnnHHn … NAHhhNn … AhhHHnnN~”

“You wanted this, didn't you? You want me to fuck you like this. Don't pretend you didn't hope I'd do you like this the moment you put on your outfit, you cheating slut.”

“HannHnNh … pleaasch … don't … dont … NnHHn ...”

Sweat began to roll down all over Magnus's muscled body as he relentlessly hammered into Iris.

“Don't what, huh? You need speak up, or I won't know what you want.”

“Don't … HnnH … nnahN … Don't stahp … pleasch … don't stopphh … hhHNn ...”

Iris's pleading was almost lost to her sweet moans.

But even if they were, there was no mistaking the satisfaction and desire that had enveloped her expression. Sweat dripped from her face, mixing with the drying cum on her face.

As the scent of their lust filled the room, and the sweet sounds of Iris's moans made its way to my ears, I watched with overwhelming feelings of envy as my beloved girlfriend was defiled once again. Magnus's hands dug deeply into Iris's tender waist. He growled deeply, then tellingly rammed himself as deep into Iris as he could with a thrust that caused Iris's palms to shift forwards.

“NnnhHNnm~~”

Iris moaned in ecstasy as she felt the first load of the man's warm cum gushing directly into her womb. A moment later, my girlfriend's sweet juices sprayed around the hard cock shoved deep inside of her.

A torrent of her wetness immediately seeped down as she orgasmed, mixing with fresh, gooey cum that entirely covered her garter belts and dark stockings. The white seed of another man dripped down to form a puddle between Iris's knees, even as the cock remained firmly rammed deep within her shuddering figure.

But as Magnus began pulling away from Iris's begging cunt, she did something I couldn't have predicted.

Reaching out with one arm, she grabbed the emptied wine glass that Magnus had left on the nearby table. Magnus's huge, veiny cock throbbed in the air as it left her cunt, while wet juices and tendrils of warm cum spilled from Iris's slick entrance. But it didn't land on the bed.

“Hhnn … nnHHn …. ahhHn ...”

Directing the glass beneath her legs, Iris continued moaning sweetly as the cum dripped copiously from inside her. It came out in fat globs, the creamy seed mixing with the droplets of wine still remaining until the thick cum had filled up most of the glass.

As the cum spilling from her cunt diminished into a healthy dribble, she pulled the glass away and lifted it in front of her face.

For a moment, she looked at the creamy mixture with lust in her eyes.

And then, with a smile, she turned her gaze directly at me.

“Water … nnHn … tastes delicious ...” she said, her breathing hot and heavy. “But even so … hnanh … sometimes, I want something tastier ...”

Raising the glass to her lips, she drank all the cum without wasting a drop.

Her throat visibly moved as she swallowed the semen, but not before allowing it to linger in her mouth.

When she'd finished emptying the glass, she licked at her lips, finally cleaning all the cum that had been allowed to rest there.

The smile she made when she was finished was one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen.

And I wasn't the only one who saw it.

“Not bad.” Magnus grinned, admiring the sight of Iris licking at the rim of the glass. “Not bad at all. But you know what?”

He leaned in over Iris again.

“I bet you're still thirsty.”

And without waiting for a reply, shoved his still hard cock into her sopping wet folds once more.