6.54 - ❤ The Baron's Daughter IV & V (Patreon)

A/N: Double length chap, so next Friday

There was something indescribably arousing about exposing herself in a dirty alleyway, with minimal to no protection from someone coming to investigate. As much as her heart was pounding because she was finally getting her hands on Natalie, it was that—the surrounding circumstances—that turned her legs wobbly with excitement.

Natalie's eyes were dark with lust as Alaina rose to stand in front of her. Alaina's heart raced as she considered her next move. She'd told Natalie that she needed her inside her, but how she went about that was her choice. Natalie was ceding initiative to her, after all. Her eyes flicked down to those ten solid inches of girldick twitching in anticipation. Eager to plunge inside her, but its owner showing restraint. Letting Alaina do the work.

She wanted to try something. Alaina turned, so they were facing in the same direction, then slowly backed up until her ass pressed into Natalie's lower stomach—who had lowered herself just slightly to make up for the height difference, intuiting what Alaina wanted. At the contact, Alaina couldn't help but take note of how much heat radiated from Natalie's body. Did all delvers run this hot?

Alaina brought her thighs together, trapping Natalie's length between them. The soft skin of Alaina's inner thighs enveloped her partner's shaft. She shivered at the intimate contact, then began to move, sliding her thighs up and down Natalie's length with lewd thrusts. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her. She could feel every ridge and vein of Natalie's shaft as it glided between her thighs. Cock against pussy. One wrong move, and it would spear inside her. Or right move. Entirely her choice.

Natalie's hands came to rest on Alaina's hips. Her breath was hot on her neck. Alaina leaned her head back against Natalie's shoulder, eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensations. The alley filled with their quiet gasps and moans. Alaina increased her pace, squeezing her thighs harder against the huge, throbbing mass between them. Hot and slippery.

Alaina wasn't sure how much of this she could stand. She slid back and forth, the movement growing faster and more desperate with each stroke. The arousal in her stomach burned hotter and hotter, and Alaina wondered how that was even possible. She was already more excited than she'd ever been. She moaned, louder this time, the sounds echoing off the walls of the alleyway. That was risky, a part of her knew. Likely to draw attention. But she was way beyond caring.

Natalie's shaft was slick with Alaina's arousal, and also her saliva from her earlier throating, so movement was easy. The head of her cock bumped against Alaina's clit with each pass, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her, making her thighs squeeze tighter around her partner's girth.

Natalie slipped her hands up Alaina's stomach to cup her breasts from behind. That, Alaina supposed, wasn't breaking her promise; Natalie just couldn't fuck her. Her fingers played with her nipples, rolling and tugging at them, sending intense sensations straight to her core. She keened softly, her thighs clenching involuntarily around Natalie's shaft.

"That's it," Natalie murmured, her breath hot against Alaina's ear. "You like sliding on my cock? Does it feel good?"

Alaina could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Natalie's fingers continued their work, twisting and tugging at her nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight to her clit. Her thighs moved even faster. The head of Natalie's cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot, again and again.

"You like feeling me between your legs?" Natalie continued in a whisper, her voice hoarse with desire. "Rubbing that cute pussy of yours against me?"

Alaina's body trembled. "Yes," she gasped. "I—I love it. I love your cock. Your big, fat girlcock." The pleasure was too overwhelming to form any sentence more complex than that. And it got her point across. Said everything it needed to.

Her inner walls clenched. Her need for release burned.

"That's enough teasing, don't you think?" Natalie murmured. "Go ahead. Fuck me, won't you?"

Alaina needed no further encouragement. She pulled all the way forward and grabbed Natalie's shaft, guiding the tip to her entrance, straining up on her tiptoes for the best angle.

"But, hold on," Natalie murmured. "Let me take something."

Alaina blinked in confusion and looked over her shoulder. Natalie had pulled out a small glass orb. A monster core? She summoned a thin potion vial from it and downed the liquid without hesitation.

"Contraceptive," Natalie said, lips tugging up in amusement. "Better than a condom. Easier too."

O-Oh. Alaina had been so caught up in the moment she'd forgotten all about that potential consequence. Good thing Natalie was considerate. Alaina wouldn't even have remembered a condom. Some alleyway fun was one thing, but an accidental pregnancy was another.

She hadn't realized there even were potions for that, though. In another circumstance, she might have asked Natalie where she'd gotten it. But she was occupied with other things.

Returning her attention down low, she rubbed Natalie's tip against her entrance. As eager as she was, a part of her couldn't help but savor the moment, teasing both Natalie and herself. The muscles deep inside her clenched involuntarily, feeling Natalie brush against her, starting to spread her apart as she pushed lightly back. She was so ready. She'd never wanted anything more than this.

Her eyes locked with Natalie, watching as her gaze roved over her body. Finally, she pushed her hips back, inch by inch, taking her sweet time. Natalie was shaking with eagerness, which only fed her own arousal higher. Her partner flexed her hips, pushing out the smallest amount, gently probing at Alaina's entrance, trying to push inside—unable to help herself, despite her promise, and the pretense of the situation. Her breathing was ragged, hungry. She wanted to be inside Alaina as desperately as Alaina wanted the same.

Slowly, she impaled herself on Natalie's waiting cock.

A breath escaped her at the invasion. The first inch went in, and her mind went white. She closed her eyes, knees shaking, savoring the sensation of her depths being stretched, filled so completely. It was unbelievable. How could it feel so good? Her pussy clenched, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Through them both.

A whine escaped Natalie. "Ah … Fuck, Alaina."

She started with slow, languid movements, driving herself up and down the length of Natalie's cock. Every motion made her thoughts go haywire. She watched as her pussy lips stretched around it, as the veiny length disappeared inside her, gradually pulling out before thrusting back in, her ass hitting Natalie with a clap of flesh.

Girlcock slipped in and out, deep into her wet depths before appearing again, glistening with her juices. With each motion, pushing her ass backward, she bumped Natalie's cock against something deep inside her that had her seeing stars. Her legs quaked with the sensation. She struggled to stay upright. Natalie's hands on her hips were the only thing that kept her steady.

It didn't take long before the pleasure became too much. She moved faster, and faster, and faster, until she was thrusting herself onto Natalie as hard as she could. Jolts of lightning went through her with each impact.

"Oh! Oh, fuck! Natalie!"

She threw her head back on Natalie's shoulder, squirming her hips to grind Natalie around inside her. Natalie's shaft stretched her unbelievably full, tip kissing deep inside Alaina. Heat crescendoed. A cry escaped her, and the world dissolved into color. She spasmed, her passage clenching and milking Natalie's cock as the other girl stood there and held her by the waist, somehow managing to not move—still, even now, letting Alaina do all the work. Keeping her promise in perhaps the least meaningful way ever.

She rode out the waves of delight, shaky-kneed, feeling Natalie's member throbbing inside her, its owner savoring the feeling of her insides squeezing so powerfully. Her pussy dripped with slick juices, coating Natalie's cock. She became mindless to her pleasure.

Slowly, she regained control of her body, the flush fading. Alaina could feel tremors running through her insides, still. Natalie was shaking too, though in better condition than her. Not quite there. Though not all that far from her own.

Alaina hadn't planned for just one. She only got Natalie today, and then she would be off to Tenet. No, one wasn't nearly enough.

She stepped forward, slipping Natalie out of her.

Alaina faced her, looking down at Natalie's throbbing cock. Despite her hypersensitivity, she couldn't wait for it to spear her again. Her composure was unraveling by the moment. What little of it existed, at this point.

"Down," she gasped. "Let me ride you."

The other woman was happy to do so. She sat onto the cool cobbles, cock sticking into the air. Alaina settled her lower body over Natalie's lap, careful not to impale herself just yet. Her heart was pounding as she took Natalie's length in her hand, positioning it at her entrance.

Her eyes locked with Natalie's, unable to tear her gaze away. She lowered herself, taking Natalie inside her for a second time, slow, delightful, inch by inch. She moaned, a mix of pleasure and anticipation as her pussy swallowed Natalie's length. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate her. It was just as good as the first time. Better, from this angle.

Her breath hitched as she felt herself be filled completely. She began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of Natalie's shaft gliding in and out. Her pace quickened as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Again, Natalie's hands came to rest on Alaina's hips, gripping tightly. Alaina threw her head back, moans echoing off the walls of the alleyway—as did the claps of flesh, Alaina hitting Natalie's lap as she rode. Her breath quickened as her movements became more desperate, driven by the relentless pleasure.

"That's it," Natalie whispered, her voice hoarse and hungry. "You look good like this, riding my cock, Lady Crestwood. "

Alaina's eyes snapped open at the crudeness of Natalie's words—the use of her title in a situation like this. It was the perfectly right thing to say. A rush of shame and arousal washed over her, fueling the fire. Her inner walls clenched around Natalie as she rode with abandon, breath coming in short, sharp pants, body glistening with sweat. Already, she was close again. So close.

As if sensing her impending orgasm, Natalie's hands tightened their grip on Alaina's hips. She restrained herself desperately; Alaina could see it in the way she shook, refusing to slap back upward. Letting Alaina ride her, but not thrusting herself.

Then Alaina was falling over the edge again. Her second orgasm ripped through her, bucking wildly as her pussy clenched around Natalie's cock. Natalie's eyes widened as she felt Alaina's insides milking her, and finally, she was ready to join in. She threw her head back, a muted groan escaping her lips as she surrendered to her climax. Thick pulse after thick pulse coated Alaina's insides.

Alaina collapsed forward, pressing her head into Natalie's neck as her body shook, waves of pleasure washing over her. Natalie's cock twitched inside her, spurting with heavy, virile throbs. It was the most amazing thing Alaina had ever felt.

Then, even as Alaina was still coming undone, ecstasy erasing all sense of self, and with her eyes still rolled up into her skull, somebody rounded the corner and peeked into the alleyway. Likely attracted by all the noise.

"Lady Crestwood?" a familiar voice asked.

Her gaze shot up.

Reality crashed back down around her.

Oh. Oh dear.

***

Natalie rushed back to the celebration, still flushed and sweaty from her previous activities with Alaina.

Their unexpected visitor, an older woman with curly brown hair who Alaina had recognized but Natalie hadn't, had hurried away almost instantly, well before Alaina could get her bearings and respond to the intrusion. Natalie couldn't blame her. She'd literally been cumming on top of Natalie when it had happened.

Alaina had made it clear, though, that the worst case scenario had happened.

There would be no keeping the event from her father. The woman was a friend of his, or something of that sort. Loyal. And would be reporting such a scandalous happening no matter what Alaina told, threatened, or begged of her.

Hence, Alaina had suggested a plan of action: go and collect her teammates, and make an expedited trip back to Tenet. Before her father found out. Better to weather his anger from afar.

As she hurried through the thickening crowd, returning to the celebration, Natalie's head swam.

Because she'd fucked up. Quite obviously.

It wasn't fair. Alaina had all but thrown herself at Natalie. What had she been supposed to do? Not fuck the baron's daughter?

Yeah, right.

And she hadn't, anyway. Alaina had fucked her. Natalie had kept wonderful control of herself.

She was sure that excuse was going to hold up wonderfully to her teammates' scrutiny.

She found Jordan first. She was standing off to the side, alone, watching Sofia participate in some ring-tossing game. She had a pastry in her hand, which she was working at slowly. She seemed content. Natalie cringed as she approached.

"Uh, hey, Jay," Natalie said, arriving. She was breathing hard from the frantic rush over. And … previous activities. "We need to talk."

Jordan blinked and turned to her. She searched Natalie's face for all of two seconds before her expression fell into incredulity.

"Damn it, Natalie," she said. "Please tell me you didn't."