Chapter 26: Private Auction Estate, Night (3) (Patreon)

The ballroom appeared even larger than it had previously.

I searched the expansive space for any sign of Iris's telltale golden hair. Instead, all I saw were the coming and goings of the nobility, who now shared whispers as much as they did laughter as they caught sight of me.

Undoubtedly, my heavy-handedness concerning winning the Spear of the Wayward Maiden was already topical gossip. I could not help but notice that a more cutting interest was now directed towards me. The eyes that assessed me no longer saw me as a mere curiosity, a hired hand of the Renfont Estate.

Instead, I was now very much an ordained hero.

For some, a confirmation by a Sister of the Church was all that was needed. For others, a hero without a holy weapon was little more than an adventurer with a new splash of paint. Now that I was the owner of a powerful artifact, enquiries would doubtless be made concerning our competency.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't mind this new state of affairs. Recognition was a necessary prelude to coin, and coin was required to survive. But currently, I had little desire to work out how my party could benefit from having entered the vision of the nobility.

Not when I wasn't sure where my party was.

I gazed around the ballroom. Neither Iris's glamorous figure nor Magnus's tall stature could be spotted anywhere. And in that moment, it felt like more and more of the air was beginning to lessen in this place, constricting my breathing even as I stood still.

Iris and Magnus were missing.

But I knew it wasn't merely that.

No … they were missing together.

All at once, all too familiar feelings began to well up within me. I felt my stomach drop as the shock of the possibility threatened to sweep me off my feet.

The possibility that, once again, Iris had eschewed her duties for something else.

The possibility that, at this very moment, Iris and Magnus were away from this crowd, and solely within each other's company.

“You seem frantic. I take it the auction was a resounding failure?”

But at the exact moment I could feel my thoughts sinking into depravity, I heard the crisp, if slightly bemused voice of my girlfriend gently seizing my attention from behind.

“... That bad?” she said, blinking curiously at the face I was making. “Well, at least in this case, trying is all that mattered. We'll still be rewarded, regardless of the outcome of the auction.”

There she was.

Radiant in her blue dress, with her fair skin and deep eyes glimmering beneath the chandeliers.

And yet all I could do was swallow my reply to her questions.

I had nothing to offer other than the noise of my quickening heart.

She wasn't with Magnus.

But that didn't mean she hadn't been.

Iris innocently tilted her head, brushing a piece of her golden hair away that'd fallen away from her elegant bun.

Although she was still the picture of a princess, her fine dress could no longer be called immaculate. It was noticeably shorter, with a slight crumple appearing at her waistline. It was almost as if it'd been hiked up without being correctly straightened out afterwards.

But it was more than her dress that was in slight disrepair. Aside from the loose strands of her hair, there was a glow to her cheeks that hadn't been present before. A sheen of dried sweat was now causing a small blotch against her make-up.

It was like my heart was about to pour out from my chest.

Because I knew without asking, that here, of all places …

Iris had once again allowed herself to be entangled by a man other than me.

“It … was a failure, of sorts,” I said, unable to hide the obvious tremor in my voice. “I won something. Just not what I was supposed to.”

Iris raised an eyebrow. The smile became strained.

Even in her slightly dishevelled state, she could look like the perfect picture of a school teacher about to give a deserved chastisement.

“Should I ask for details, or would it better if I didn't know?”

“You should know. But not here. Not now. There are--”

“Quite a few people watching. I can tell. You must have caused quite a stir.”

For a moment, she looked like she was going to break out into a sigh. She decided against it. I wondered how much of that was due to the tightness of her dress. All of a sudden, I could see the way it clung onto her, as if glued by the heat of her skin. Of her sweat.

“Tell me about it later,” she said, her voice level as she nodded. “I suspect your adventures as a high bidder will need both a table and a drink to fully swallow.”

I forced out a wry smile.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. Sorry I took so long.”

Iris shook her head. More of her bun came undone. It'd been hastily put together.

“It's fine. I busied myself with the sights of this estate. It happens to extend far deeper than the ballroom. Much of it is accessible to the guests … if you're curious.”

I nodded. It was impossible not to be.

Especially with the meaningful tone Iris had used there.

“I take it you managed to enjoy yourself, then?”

“I did. I certainly had my fill of this place.”

I could already hear the trembling in my voice before I spoke my next words.

“... Don't suppose you have any recommendations?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

Once again, Iris settled onto an innocent smile. In that moment, I was reminded of all the reasons why I loved her. And of how she had so easily wrapped me around her finger.

“The restroom is particularly extravagant,” she said casually.

“The restroom?”

“It's worth visiting, as unusual as that might sound. Why don't you see?”

Iris turned her gaze towards a brass door near the end of the ballroom.

At first, I thought it was a staff door. But then I saw the markings on the silver sign, denoting it as a men's restroom. Nobility. Even their toilet signs were made of money.

“... And what if the men's restroom is different to the women's?” I asked, trying my hand at a joke.

In response, Iris leaned forwards, still maintaining her smile as she did so.

The next moment, I felt her take my hand in hers. But it wasn't to hold it.

Rather, it was to offer the small stone that she'd been keeping in her palms. It was almost weightless, and yet right now, it seemed almost as heavy as a boulder.

Her next words came out as a whisper, unheard by anyone other than myself.

“Then … isn't it a good thing I only visited the men's restroom?”

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The first thing I saw when the memory stone activated was Iris stepping back clearly into the image.

She wore a delicate smile as beautifully woven as her dress. No matter how often I saw it, I couldn't help but be mesmerised by her sweet smile.

Unlike outside, where she'd clumsily tried crossing her arms to hide the sight of her glamorous figure, she was now making no attempt to shy away from my consideration. The moment she stepped fully into view, she slightly lifted the edges of her short dress, teasing a hint of black underwear before spinning around.

She peered behind her shoulder, then once again partially lifted her dress.

The mischievous smile she wore was like a girl having snuck a berry from a fruitseller's table.

After being engrossed by Iris's antics, I finally noticed the room she was in.

She was in the same surroundings that I'd walked into. A restroom as typically luxurious as the ballroom outside would suggest it'd be.

It was all marble floors and walls decorated with lanterns. Behind Iris was a marble sink equipped with a brass basin and taps. At least I assumed it was brass. It wouldn't have been beyond my expectations if even the restrooms came equipped with gold.

Next to Iris, the side of a single stall could be seen, blocking some of the image from view. It was all surprisingly private. It seemed that despite the size of the ballroom outside, the actual restroom was little more than the size expected had this been an inn.

I suppose that being nobility, they didn't need to piss. Or maybe they simply preferred doing it through the window so that the commoners could have a taste of them.

A light suddenly flooded the restroom as I heard a door being opened. Iris turned around, both her smile and her gaze now directed at someone other than me.

I soon heard a familiar chuckle.

“You don't want us to be seen coming in together. Fine. Princess doesn't want everyone to know she's the Goddess's favourite slut. But you're happy to be seen walking into the guy's restroom?”

“If a lady accidentally wanders into the men's restroom, it's through no fault of her own. As a result, I advise you to speak with more delicacy. As a lady is now present, you are officially intruding on her space.”

“Bull fucking shit. How is that fair? If I walked into the women's restroom, it wouldn't automatically become mine. I'd be tossed out as a corpse.”

Iris's smile took on a cute hue. Apparently, the thought of Magnus as a corpse amused her.

I heard the sound of a door roughly closing. The light dimmed, replaced by the ambiance cast by the bright lanterns. Iris's milky-white skin almost seemed to reflect the light.

The biggest shame came when Magnus stepped into view. But it wasn't only his huge frame which took away from Iris's slender figure. It was also his voice.

“Fuck me, do they shit gold or just piss it? No wonder there are so many thieves in this hole. Crime fucking pays when everything's plated in gold.”

Magnus looked around, his eyes torn between appraising the beautiful girl in her elegant dress and the value of the lanterns that he was now blocking from shining on her.

Iris, for her part, didn't seem to appreciate being contested by a lighting ornament. She folded her arms, her smile hardening by mere millimetres.

“As ever, your eloquence with words betray your thuggish features.”

The handsome man turned his full attention to my girlfriend. He flashed his white teeth, then stepped purposefully towards her.

Iris didn't budge. She merely watched Magnus with an unerring gaze, as if demonstrating to him that he'd need to act first.

Judging by the bulge that was obvious in his trousers, he appeared more than happy to oblige.

“If you don't want my thuggish features, then you shouldn't smell like a whore who hasn't been fucked in a month. Except it hasn't been that long, has it? One of these nights, I'm going to fuck you until the sun drops again, and I bet you still wouldn't be satisfied.”

“That sounds rather like a telltale admission of your own deficiencies. Perhaps if you weren't a close cousin to a primordial ape, you would have enough tact to understand the needs of women.”

Magnus responded by reaching out and cupping Iris's chin between his finger and thumb. She didn't resist. Instead, she was content to merely smile while locking her gaze unerringly on him.

He smiled, his bulge even more obvious as he practically pushed himself against Iris's dress.

“Nah. I think it's just because you're a greedy whore.”

And then he leaned in.

The moment before his face came into contact with Iris's, I watched as my girlfriend parted her lips, then allowed her tongue to peek out.

“Mnhhm … mnhmh ...”

Without wasting a second, Iris and Magnus's tongues met, followed by their lips closing against each other. As their eyes locked in an uncompromising gaze, the pair of lovers immediately came together in a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

This time, there was no tender build-up. Only clear lust. Within moments of their lips closing, the sound of heated breaths mixed with the gentle moans of my girlfriend as she offered the inside of her mouth to the handsome man before her.

“Mhm … nhh … mmh ...”

But even that wasn't enough for her.

As Magnus wrapped his huge arms around Iris's delicate waistline, she responded by planting one hand on the side of Magnus's face and the other on the back of his head.

Then, she began to draw the man closely towards her.

“Nhm … mmhm …. ahnn … mhhn ...”

For a moment, Magnus's eyes blinked in surprise at the strength of Iris's pressing. Then he twisted his lips into a smirk even as they were pressed against Iris's. He allowed himself to be swallowed up by Iris's deeply passionate kiss.

They simply stood there in the middle of the marble floor, oblivious to everything except what was occurring between their lips. The sweet moans being uttered out by the beautiful blonde girl slowly increased, until all I could hear were her hot breaths echoing throughout this small space.

Magnus, all the while caressing Iris's back with his hands, purposefully pulled back with a dark grin. In the brief moment that their lips parted, strands of saliva filled the vacuum between them.

“You know, for such a--”

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, Iris leaned in again.

Magnus startled backwards in surprise, unable to finish whatever insult he had planned. But not even taking a half a step in the opposite direction mattered. The beautiful girl's tongue made up the rest of the distance between them.

The next moment, I was treated to the sight of her sending her tongue deep into Magnus's mouth. As her lips closed against his once more, she changed the position of one of her hands.

She kept the one on the back of his head, continually drawing him into her lips. With the other, she ran it down his chest, and then further down still. In that same fluid movement, Iris hooked her fingers around the top of Magnus's trousers and carefully slid it down.

“Mmh … nngh … yeschh … right here ...”

And now it was Iris's turn to smile.

Still shovelling her tongue into Magnus's mouth, her lips formed a beautiful smile as Magnus's rockhard shaft came free from his trousers. A strand of precum connected the tip of his cock to the withdrawn fabric as it instantly throbbed in the air.

A red flush appeared on Iris's face that not even her make-up could conceal. It was an expression of desire which reached her eyes. For the first time, she broke her gaze from Magnus's and peered down at the throbbing cock.

Immediately, a cloud of lust begun to envelop her pupils.

“Mmmh … I've … been … nnhm … waiting ...”

Iris waited a heartbeat after speaking. And then she wrapped her slender hand around the hard shaft.

Despite embracing each other well into last night, it was clear that she still hadn't had her fill.

Judging by the expression on Iris's face, even if Magnus had his wish granted to fuck her until the sun came down again, that'd still be true.

“Mmhm … scho … hard … nhhn ...”

Iris teasingly tapped her fingertip along the tip of Magnus's shaft, then began to gently stroke his cock in earnest. She slowly ran her soft hand up and down, her tongue constantly pushing into the man's mouth while doing so.

“Mmhm … nnhhm ...”

Iris's smile was unbroken, saliva dripping down her chin as she fully pressed herself against Magnus. Her huge bust, on full display within that blue dress, bulged against the man's chest as both hands began the process of squeezing him dry.

She pushed at the back of the man's head, moaning in satisfaction as her tongue easily danced against his. As she did so, her hand rolled up and down Magnus's cock, now slick from the pre-cum and throbbing incessantly.

Suddenly, Iris broke from the kiss, though not from the lip contact. She returned to looking directly into Magnus's eyes from their intimate position together as she began to whisper.

“Mmhm … from now on … I'll be the only whore you need … nnhm … so come to me … anytime you want to have sex~”

Magnus's eyes widened slightly.

A moment later, all that could be seen from his expression was his victorious smirk.

“That's asking a lot, you know?”

“Is it? … If I only have sex with you, then wouldn't this be parity?”

“Dunno. Doesn't sound like a good deal to me. Why do I need to only fuck you when I can do that already?”

Iris batted her eyelashes. Magnus noticeably tensed. He knew it was more dangerous than any threat she could have given.

“Because … I'm a jealous girl~”

Suddenly, she closed the distance between their lips once again. She rapidly began stroking his shaft, willing him to empty himself. But not just anywhere.

As she relentlessly increased the pace of her hands, she lifted her heel slightly off the ground, then directed Magnus's throbbing cock at her bare thigh just beneath the hem of the dress.

Not even Magnus could resist when Iris earnestly wanted him to release himself. Especially against her teasing smile.

The man's cock jutted, his knees lowering slightly as a creamy spurt of cum came from the head of his shaft peeking out from Iris's expert hands, splattering over a milky-white thigh. More cum fell onto her leg as Iris continued stroking him off, dripping copiously past her knee and down the rest of the length until the white cream oozed against her dark high heel.

Magnus tried to let out a low groan, but was silenced by Iris fully enclosing her lips with his, her tongue now finding the very back of the man's throat.

Still in the middle of cumming, Iris sped up the pace of her hand, rubbing her smooth fingers up and down the shaft while using Magnus's own cum as a lubricant. The effect was magical.

“Mnnh … more … I know … nngh … you can cum … more~”

“Ungh, wait, I--”

“Mnhm … I want you … ah … to cum more~”

Magnus grimaced slightly, his breathing becoming harder as he continued having his cock at the mercy of Iris's expert handling. Maybe he'd actually finished, but Iris didn't allow him any time to recover.

Instead, Iris's tongue lapped against his lips as she relentlessly jacked him off.

Once again, Magnus's hard cock throbbed under Iris's care. A fresh spurt of cum landed to further coat Iris's waiting leg, painting it in a heavy curtain of his seed. The milky-white skin was stained by his fluids all the way down to her high heel.

After a long moment, Iris allowed Magnus's convulsions to subside. She lifted her mouth away from Magnus's, a long waterfall of saliva dripping down to coat the cock that was now covered in a healthy dose of his own seed.

Iris breathed heavily, her smile radiant as she examined the cum painting her beautiful leg.

Even so, she refused to stop entirely. Her strokes were now a gentle, slow affair. It was enough for Magnus's cock to stay hard, and it was enough for spurts of cum to still leak out from the head and over her hand.

“Oh my. It appears that you've made a mess of my lovely dress ...”

As if to demonstrate her words, Iris lowered the hand that'd been locking Magnus's head in place, then used it to tug at the hem of her dress. A faint stain was there, barely noticeable compared to the healthy amount of cream oozing down her leg.

Magnus, for his part, had already recovered enough to feel disgruntlement at Iris's obvious toying with him. He frowned, ready to use whatever obscenities he felt was appropriate after having his seed wringed out from him at a pace he didn't set.

“You--”

Once again, Iris gave him no chance to reply.

Her lips leaned in for another deep kiss. The moment her tongue pushed into Magnus's mouth, she began stroking the still-hard cock in her hand again at a leisurely pace.

It was utterly covered in cum. And yet with how heated her breaths were as she played with the man in front of her, she wanted even more.

Finally stopping, Iris lifted her hand, her pink tongue lapping at some of Magnus's cum.

“I wonder … if you could avoid ruining the dress?”

And then, she smiled.

She wasn't done yet.