Chapter 167 - Finally loving (Patreon)

The house’s bedrooms were all located on the second floor, safe for the one Lydia occupied that was at the far-end of the base floor. His girlfriend pushed her trolley on John before walking up the stairs. “Just so we are clear,” John announced while carrying the thing after her, “I am only obeying because I get to look at your ass.” And he very much did follow the swing of her hips as she stepped up the stairs. The firm rounding’s of her butt were stretching the fabric of the blue jeans she was wearing to the maximum and John couldn’t wait to feel his hands finally digging into her soft skin again. 

Rave stopped at the top of the stairs and only turned her upper body when she looked down to him. Her eyes were gazing with open desire. She licked her lips, her tongue-piercing flashing in the golden light of the lamps that illuminated the hallway. “Mhhhm,” she hummed and nonchalantly pulled up the black top she had been wearing underneath the fuzzy jacket, which was now hanging in the entrance. John didn’t get a full view of her tits, she was still wearing a light blue bra and the turning of her body gave him more of a side view, but that was enough to get his fantasy going. “Tiger,” she purred, “you’ll get a way better look at all of me once you get that thing up the stairs.”

“Having an erection doesn’t make this easier, Jane!” John lamented and tried his best to get up the stairs quickly. Having succeeded, he put the trolley down and then sent her a glance that was meant to portray playful anger. Rave kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t ya be like that, I’ll take care of that problem,” her voice was teasing whisper in his ear, her hand touching the visible bulge in his pants for a moment before stepping away. John had to take the trolley again, although he could at least just drag it after him on the even ground of the hallway. “You better after making me carry your stuff!” John laughed as they aimed at a door at the end of the hallway. “Ya’re a guy, suckitup,” Rave slurred. “I am not exactly sure gender norms apply to a world where magic offsets any biological advantage that exists,” John spoke his mind. 

“Ya know,” she giggled, “Normally I’d tell you now that your nerd speech is turning me into a desert but after two months I think you could speak about everything and I would just be happy to hear your voice through anything but my headphones.” Rave turned a bit red at the confession, quickly reaching for the doorknob so that they could get to activities that required less feel-y stuff.

John however thought that this was a rare opportunity to get Rave flustered and hugged her from behind. “Mhm, missed me that much, huh?” he asked while nibbling at her ear, which turned hot as Rave blushed. “Yeah? And?” Rave continued on as if she wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest, “Telling me ya didn’t miss me?” “Nope, I totally missed you,” John freely admitted, “I wanted to just lie around in a room with you, cuddle and watch a movie, beat up some monsters together. Honestly I wouldn’t even have minded waking up with your foot in my face again.” “That only happened like two times!” “Two times that you know of,” John teased and started tickling her tummy. “Wh-hahaha-ddya think you are doing!” Rave laughed in an annoyed way. “Just getting you to say that you missed me.” “I already did though!” she complained, still forced to giggle by John’s nimble hands. “Mhm, not enough,” John whispered. 

“Fine!” Rave half-shouted and John stopped his hands so that she could catch her breath for a moment, “I really missed just having ya lie in my lap, I missed playing dumb games or eating fast food with ya, happy?” “Very much,” John said and they shared a deep kiss. “I am conflicted,” Rave said when she finally pushed to door open, “on one hand confidence is super sexy on the other I will miss the cute, stammering virgin I picked up at school.” John didn’t really know what to answer to that and just laugher awkwardly. Rave smiled at him, “well, guess the cute part is still there…also this is a bathroom.” 

Indeed, they had ran straight into the floors bathroom. “I mean, I could go for shower sex,” Rave said with a nod at said place in the fairly small, white tiled room. The motion sent a wave through her brown, camouflaged hair. “It’s almost two in the morning, let’s do that another time,” John said and closed the door again. They went over to the next one to their left-hand side. 

This time they were in luck, finding a spacious room with a bed easily large enough for two people, a, seemingly outdated, laptop, the usually wooden furniture and all the space they would need. “I really don’t like her design choices,” Rave lamented while glaring at the boring, totally not pink, carpet on the boring, totally not fuzzy, wooden floor. “I do, however,” Mono chimed in. 

John and Rave both jumped, “I completely forgot you were there!” Rave exclaimed. John nodded, “she tends to be like that.” “You two are just mean,” Mono said and took Rave’s trolley from John. She opened it, carelessly scattered a lot of the clothes on the floor until finally rescuing a miniature Aclysia from the midst of articles. “Air,” the artificial guardian whimpered as Mono picked her up, the younger sister glaring daggers at the two. “Only thinking about your perversions!” she spat out and then with a soft voice turned to Aclysia, “I will keep you safe from their idiocy, sister,” she promised. Aclysia made a surprised, then shocked expression as Mono left the room with her still in hand. “B-but, master, I want to have sex to-“ the door closed behind them.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” John asked and got his answer in the form of Rave throwing him onto the bed. The frame creaked dangerously under the rather sudden impact and then again, more softly this time, when his girlfriend joined him on the soft mattress. 

“Nah, I’ll have ya to myself,” Rave announced, pressing herself on his lying form, then their lips meet again, passionately making-out the two embraced each other. John’s hand fumbled with the button of her jeans while the other fondled her soft breasts through the fabric of her underwear. Rave unhinged her bra as quickly as she could and now John could touch her directly. The small B-Cup was barely enough to fill his palm but after having fondled tits of all sizes John would still say that the ones attached to his girlfriend were the best ones by default. Although he wouldn’t have minded them growing into a C-Cup one day. 

Having taken care of the annoying button that kept Rave’s pants closed, John squeezed his hand between the waistband and her ass. Her butt was a lot more to play with than her tits and he enjoyed the warmth radiating from the relaxed bounciness. The goal was to get her naked however so he didn’t stay there for long and instead peeled her out of the obstructing cloth, pulling her panties down right with it.

Her long, smooth legs were now completely bare, as was the rest of her lower body. Rave aimed to equalize her upper half, sat upright and pulled her top, that had remained in place even as her bra was gone, over her head to then toss it at the pile Mono had left behind. 

John just watched the techno-lover sit in the moonlight flooding in through the two windows at the wall behind the bed. She looked great in that kind of illumination, her subtle muscles shifting slightly beneath her firm, pale skin. She raised her hands, had them run through her brown, straight hair which turned pink and wild as she did. Finally, the pink light in her eyes returned as well and so the girl John sat next to him, freed from the illusion she wore in public. 

Nothing from the Thana incident had remained. Her hair was bright, the unruly, longer strand a shade darker pink. Not a single white streak. Not even the scars remained. John would have loved her even with them and wanted to continue his wild make-out with the hotness that was Rave when she pushed him back into the bed with one hand. 

“Nope, we will do what I want,” she grinned and straddled over his crotch, facing away from him. “If you love my ass that much why don’t you enjoy the sight tonight?” “I thought we will do what you want?” John readily agreed and put both of his hands on the enticing sigh of her toned ass. Fingers dug deep into the moonlit softness, creating an image a Greek sculptor couldn’t have hoped to reproduce. John softly pulled them apart, revealing her tight sphincter and dripping wet pussy to his view. Rave was as, if not even more, horny as he was.

His dick reminded him of the tight confinements of his pants. John was still fully clothed. Feeling the hardness of her boyfriend underneath her Rave slightly moved her hips, rubbing the tightness of his underwear against John’s demanding dick. She turned her head and smiled over her shoulder. “Come on, use that menu of yours and get nude, tiger,” she demanded. 

“With pleasure,” John agreed and took a hand from her ass, with some regret. He needed to change the equipment settings to manual before he could undress himself, a fidgeting he did not appreciate, and then removed first his underwear and then his pants. They sighed in unison as they felt the other’s familiar sex touch their own after months apart. 

“I really missed this part of you as well,” John said as he grinded his dick against her labia from underneath, lubricating the underside of his shaft with the mixture of their juices. “You at least got to fuck some pussy, while I was stuck grinding or eating pussy with Aclysia,” Rave complained, “and the best dick in the world hung around on the other side of the planet.” 

“Our agreement is still in full effect though?” John asked, his voice strained from suppressing groans interrupting him. “Ja-aaahh, it totally -mmhm- is,” Rave had less worries and just moaned throughout her words, “once I get -Oh yeees-“ John had raised his hips, pressing his shaft deeper into her pussy lips, “I get tired of it, we go back to monogamy though, that’s the deal!” “And you have all the cuddling, dating and fucking privileges,” John reminded her. 

“Currently I care most about that last one,” Rave finally grabbed his dick and rose her hips high enough to impale herself on his length. She only eased in the but then fell as quickly as her tight cunt allowed her too. “I was seriously starved for your dick,” Rave groaned when she finally felt the whole length of him inside her, “fuck, you are big.” 

John prepared an answer but that was drowned out by his girlfriend gyrating her hips, sending shiver all throughout his body. She picked up the pace, moved in irregular patterns. First, her hips circled, then she rocked back and forth, only for John to see her ass bounce up and down a moment later. All throughout he felt her tight walls clamping all around him. They breathed audibly, John fucked her from below, staying at a low pace to react to her rapid change of patterns.

Straddled over him like she was, John saw her pink mane wildly fly around as she moved ecstatically, saw the muscles in her back tense and relax as her breaths got more ragged. Most importantly however he got the view of her perfect arse, a sight no video sex session could ever perfectly give to him.

Rave’s moans grew louder, her movements more streamlined. Simple, quick ups and downs. Their hips meeting with loud slaps, sending jiggles through her ass. John put his hands on her hips to add more aim to his thrusts. Rapid and hard above, slow and methodically below, their rhythm brought them to edge in a manner of minutes. 

“Jane, I am about too…” John pressed out. Rave turned her head just enough for their eyes to meet. Hers were clouded in lust and John knew that he was having a similar look in his. She knew what he wanted to say and her lips formed lips in response. “Give me all of it,” she demanded, “shoot that sperm all the way into me, make me feel it!” 

Their hips clashed and in that moment, they both came. John’s seed spurted into the depths of Rave’s pussy. It filled her with as much of it as he could give and more, as her own orgasm tightened her insides, made them quiver all around him, wringing as much of his seed as she could from him, accompanied by the sound of her shouting out her bliss. 

At the end they were both breathing heavily. Without a single word of communication, they started moving again. Rave wanted more, even though her body was tired from the long flights and from the heavy exercise that this sexual act was. John was willing to give her all he had, fuck until they both could move no longer.

Rave started with easy motions, once again gyrating her hips. “Seriously missed this dick,” she repeated what she said earlier in a moaning mumble. “What about the nerd attached to it?” John asked and, following a sudden impulse, slapped her lightly on the ass. She yelped both in surprise and pleasure and then laughed with heavy breath. “That smartass is okay, I guess,” she admitted before falling forwards. 

The clean reflection of moonlight on her skin had turned into the erotic sight of her sweat covered form writing on top of him. Once again, she went through irregular patterns but John wouldn’t wait for her to start a rhythm he could contribute to a second time. Instead his handle on her hips increased in intensity and denied her every movement that wasn’t the simple up and down. Rave sent him a slightly disapproving glare but that was replaced with a look of bliss once they both started to move rapidly. 

The slapping of their hips filled the room once more and now they were both working in a frenzy of heated, fast motions. Rave fell forwards, using one hand to support her weight while feverishly rubbing her clit with the other. 

“Oh god,” she gasped, her whole body shuddering, “oh, fucking hell,” John felt the rubbing of her clit next to his cock increase in frequency. The way her pussy starting quivering, heard her breath becoming irregular, saw her back tense up. He also felt his balls tighten again, ready to shoot another load at any moment. 

The moment came when Rave exploded into a loud scream that surely reverberated throughout the whole house. John didn’t have any mind to pay to the princess downstairs however, he only cared about how mind-shatteringly good the quivering, clamping walls around him felt as he thrusted two more times. Then he as well was pushed past the point of no return. He pumped even more of his seed into Rave, at the same moment the techno-lover ruined the bedsheets with a sudden explosion of his own, squirting all over the foot-end of the bed.

Rave howled, her back arching, her voice echoing from all around. What wasn’t filled with that wonderful, ecstatic noise of John’s world was drowned in electrifying pleasure, his nerves fried completely and for a moment he was blinded by bliss. He only realized how far his girlfriend had arched her back when she landed on his chest.

Both of them messy and sweaty, they took a few moments to calm their ragged breaths. Rave looked up at him, the pink light in her eyes having almost completely drowned out the blue, and they kissed wildly. “Ready for round three?” Rave eventually gasped. John, his voice similarly taxed, answered “Yeah…”