Chapter 172 - Intense negotiations. (Patreon)

“What? No!” Rave said and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. “This is my man, ya get to share him with me, not take him away!” she laid down. “I have no such intentions,” Lydia explained, “I merely plan to cut your arrogance down as well, if you demand me to bend, you must be willing to be too. Besides,” and now the princess’ eyes wandered over to John, who met the curious gaze in kind, “I prefer my first contact with a man to be…intimate.” 

John felt his pants tug as the word left the princess’ lips and sensually caressed his ears. His girlfriend did not intent to back down this easily however. “IF I agree to that, what do I get in return?” Lydia raised an eyebrow, “I already agreed to relax my standards, what more could you want?” “I wanna give you a nickname and you will have to live with it!” John got a very bad feeling about this. If Rave had one talent, aside from her stunning looks, her wildness in bed, her combat prowess and her magics, it was to get stern people angry by giving them stupid nicknames. 

Lydia, unknowing as she was said, “Accepted.” She probably thought it couldn’t be that bad. Rave flashed her a wide grin. “Okay, you can sleep with my man now, Lylytina.” From the way the techno-lover started snickering at his side, John guessed that there was some reference here that he didn’t get. 

He saw the princess’ eyes twitch for only one moment before she had herself under control again. ‘I wonder how much she will regret this in the long run,’ he wondered. “Well then, John, follow me into my bedroom,” Lydia commanded and stood up. He was looking at Rave one more time to confirm that this was okay, “Go get her, tiger,” she whispered and smacked him on the ass when he passed her chair on the way out. 

“You are interestingly open about this,” Lydia said when he caught up with her. “Jane and I have an agreement where I am allowed to sleep with other women, as long as I tell her and she has a veto. She is just about the best thing that ever happened to my life,” John answered. “Even compared to your powers?” Lydia probed. “Definitely a close second, considering they are what enable me to live like this, but if I had to choose what I’d give up, my powers would be the answer every time. To be honest, I find it more interesting that YOU are this open about this,” John spoke his thoughts.

“Mhm, I guess that is understandable,” Lydia sighed, “You call me uptight and I guess there is truth to that accusation. HOWEVER!” and now she looked at him. Her greyish blue eyes, at the same height as his, were an open door into her feelings. Curiosity, greed and barely held back desire dwelled in them John could feel his pulse increase at the sight. “I am also a young woman. When I hear your girlfriend scream through the whole house several times in one night I cannot help but wonder,” she suddenly was very close and now all that John could see where those eyes of hers, those dark eyelashes, finely swung, set around them. The red-brown of her eyebrows and, accompanying all of that, a slight fragrance of steel and citrus. “What heights of pleasure are you capable of giving?” 

A door to his right opened and Lydia drew away from him to step inside. “Your girlfriend is right when she says we should get along. I will try to be less…firm,” she said. John quickly followed her. The metal buttons of her uniform started unravelling on their own as she walked towards the bed. “In return you include me in your debaucheries. I need the stress relief.” 

“Fair deal,” John said. He only took a quick look at the room. Of note was really only the piano with the metal keys in a corner of the room, that and the mountain of paperwork on a mahogany desk that was more aptly described as the world smallest office system. The desk had extensions that grew along the whole wall it stood on and up to the ceiling. Hundreds of drawers and small surfaces artistically formed together into a unit that had complete function over form. John noted that the laptop on the main part of desk was a plain green office type thing. Nothing you could play games on.

His eyes returned to Lydia, standing in front of her queen-size bed, as her jacket floated away and hung itself on a wardrobe mounted on the wall. The princess sat down on the bed and faintly smiled at John. 

Strands of her brown hair loosely framed her face, contrasted her greyish eyes wonderfully. Her lips weren’t particularly full or thin but their red tone made them seductive all on their own and even though the words that came over them were often iron in tone they kept their feminine that ignited the passion inside John. Now in nothing more than wide brown pants and a tailored golden shirt she sat there. The bronze buttons of her shirt glinted softly in a sudden ray of sunlight that was caught by her hair and made the red undertone win over the brown for a moment. 

His continuous stare must have made even the iron royalty a bit flustered as she started fiddling with the long braid that hung over her shoulder. “I find it flattering that you so openly desire me, John,” she said, her steel-clad voice, melted to a softly demanding tone, “but I would prefer it if I wasn’t the only one stripping.” As she said that the upper buttons of her shirt started to unmake themselves.

John smirked and quickly started going through the motions of undressing. At first Lydia raised an eyebrow at him, as he stepped closer while tapping some, to her invisible, things in the air. Then he stood in front of her and his shirt vanished. 

“Oho,” Lydia showed a satisfactory amount of surprise, “From your stature and title I expected you to be less impressive,” she stated. She reached out for his abs and ran her hands over it, “but you are quite well-built.” “Well, I have shown you mine, mind returning the favour?” John asked, his tone barely masking his lust. 

The princess soft smile returned, “No, I do not,” she purred and in a flash both her shirt and her bra were unbuttoned and unhinged. Before John knew exactly what was happening, Lydia was already completely naked, her pants also having vanished somewhere along the ordered chaos. “I am sure you want to take a good look at the things I can offer you,” she guessed and lied down on her side in the middle of the bed, “By all means, see for yourself.” 

John fully intended to and ate her with his eyes as he crawled on the bed. She had a bust only slightly bigger than Rave’s, in return her ass wasn’t quite as nice and between the two of them the techno-lover won on the front of sheer sex-appeal. However, Lydia was taller, her body language of controlled desire, her stern tone, her clearly European descent, all of these were things that differentiated her from his other girls. Sure, he had a whole lot of sexy girls to choose from but Lydia offered some things he hadn’t tasted before. 

He slid his hand over her meticulously clean skin, first over her sides and then down her beautiful legs until he as well laid down just as it rested on her firm arse. In front of his face was what was worth any ransom one could have paid. Lydia’s vagina was finely trimmed only a small triangular rest of hair above her clit, the rest of her pussy remained free of even a single strand. 

Following the motions of lust he was accustomed to, he brought his mouth closer and affectionally kissed the clit. A soft sigh urged him to repeat the act and moments later he was showering the princess’ clit and pussy lips in shallow kisses. Whispers of want reached his ears. “John, yes, this is good,” “Continue,” “play with my clitoris,” and other such instructions reached him. However, he chose to ignore them all.

As the princess was lost in the moment, John forced his right hand underneath her. In a swift motion he grabbed her butt in full, his fingers sinking into the ample rounding’s, pulling her crotch deeply against John’s waiting tongue. 

Lydia was prepared for many things but not the pussy eating skills of the Gamer. Fuelled by both the passive and the actual practice he had gotten from months of almost daily sex he was penetrating her with his tongue and reliably found her weak spots in a heartbeats time. The sighs turned into moans, still under control of the strong-willed princess but barely so. 

“I -mhm-, can’t lea-ah-ve you alone in pleasuring,” she gasped as she unmade his pants. John couldn’t help her, no force in this world could have convinced him to let go of her tight ass for long enough to unequip his pants. Not that she needed the help, his pants practically unzipped themselves thanks to her powers, and even with lust-trembling hands the princess had no problem pulling down his boxers. 

After a moment of marvelling at the big dick now in front of her the princess wrapped her soft hands around his cock in a strong grasp. John felt her mouth around his head and he could imagine the red, sultry lips of Lydia wrap around his shaft as she tried to suck him deeper. The princess didn’t have a lot of shame but neither was she particularly experienced and so she barely got a third of his dick down before she had to pull back. She wasn’t demotivated by this failure however, instead going for an alternative. She licked his dick, from the head down to the balls, all the way, spreading the lubricating mixture of her spit and his pre-cum all over his shaft. She kept doing so, slowly discovering each spot that made John shudder in passion, until his dick was coated in their juices. That done, she jerked him off in a tight grip of both of her hands as her mouth sucked at the tip.

John knew he would out-last the princess, the quiver under his lips, the shudders, that went through her whole body and the vibrations that spread over his dick from her mouth all indicated how barely she was holding down her orgasm, wanting to release at the absolute height. ‘If that is her wish,’ John thought and used the one surprise he had up his sleeve. 

He moved the left hand lying on Lydia’s ass and pressed his middle finger against her sphincter. There was a very surprised reaction from Lydia and she pulled back from his cock to voice some form of comment. John had already pushed beyond before she could however, invading her asshole with his finger as he kept his tongue lapping in her crotch.

The result was a very sudden and incredibly strong orgasm that had whatever Lydia wanted to say replaced with a loud scream of unloading bliss that overpowered her self-control. For a solid five seconds, then she chomped down her teeth and brought herself to silence. She returned to more even, throaty moans that reverberated through her while John was busy eating her out through the remainder of her climax.

John sat up and looked the princess in the eyes, “Ready for more?” he asked. “How did you know I would like that?” Lydia demanded to know. “Observe tells me many things,” John just said and, cock in hand, positioned himself behind her. She was without words and so John just pressed his cock against her back entrance. “Do you want me to fuck this hole or your pussy?” he challenged her with a grin, “I guarantee both will feel mind-blowingly good.” 

“I, wait, just…you know my sexual preferences?” “No, I just know what between vaginal, anal and oral encounters you had the most,” John explained and increased the pressure against her sphincter. Well lubricated as he was he would be able to push in with just a bit more. “I think you can keep your questions for later,” he suggested. Lydia nodded, “I will. Now,” she rolled to lie on her back and laid her feet on his shoulders, “You may shove your dick up my arse.” 

Not the sexiest choice of words but it worked for John. He held onto her fit thighs and slowly eased his dick into her asshole. It had been a while since he had his dick in the tight cavern that lied behind the sphincter. Rave didn’t like it very much, Aclysia and Undine technically couldn’t and of the elementals only Sylph was perverted enough to take whatever he wanted. He also didn’t fancy it all that much. However, with a woman that clearly preferred it and with a sudden craving for it, John was more than ready to deliver. 

He barely pushed in when a sudden aftershock ravaged through Lydia. Her hands clawed into the sheets at her sides, the previously orderly bed was thrown into even more disarray as her hands tightened to fists and crumpled the sheets. John pushed further, leaning in with his whole body. The princess threw her head backwards, groaning in bliss and the slight pain of having her sphincter stretched by John’s hard cock. 

By the time he was all the way inside her, her sphincter wasn’t all that was stretched. He had leant forward enough that her feet now were next to her head, her ass raised from the sheets in response. She had no strength to complain when John changed his grip’s position from her thigs to her ankles and nailed her legs in position, just as his dick would nail her into the sheets in a moment. 

Lydia breathed heavily when he pulled backwards. He slammed back into her and her breath unloaded in a shout that echoed through the open door. Without the bed under her hips to support her, the impact shook her whole body to the core. Her moans didn’t sound the slightest bit unpleased about that treatment however. In fact, from the way her pussy was overflowing John was sure that she loved every bit of it. He was more than happy to repeat the motion.

In and out of her ass, his dick hammered. Ever accompanied by Lydia’s moans and screams of pleasure, he picked up the speed. One of her hands relaxed for long enough to let the sheets go and start rubbing her clit, manically adding that pleasure on top of the one she already received from the filthy act of having her ass fucked thoroughly. 

When she came, John was not sure if it was only the second time. The clamping of her sphincter made it almost impossible to move but he powered through. Keeping on fucking her through, what he assumed to be, the biggest and longest orgasm she must have ever had. “Goodness gracious, YEEEEEEES!” her screams spurred him on, he was so close to cumming. 

Lydia tried her best to keep eye contact, show him the will in her eyes. She partly succeeded, there was some will left in her eyes, but they failed to focus on him and instead rolled up her skull even as her tightly clenched teeth pressed out groans and words, surprisingly understandable. “Fuckinghhh Ah-hell, John, this IS mind-blowing!” her arms suddenly found their way to his neck and just as he slammed inside her one final time she pulled him down, their lips meeting.

A passionate kiss, a balls-emptying orgasm, the feelings melted together into a moment of melting heat, tongues intertwining, seed spurting, pleasure and bliss rising until nothing was left but the climax of their act and Lydia’s hands on his face urging him to kiss her deeper. Their kiss only broke when Lydia collapsed. 

“Want to go another round?” John asked. The princess decisively shook her head and pointed at the door. “I cannot. You can tell your girlfriend that I am willing to share next time.”