Chapter 11:
Getting Wet
Nameless felt the mud slide out from under him and he tried to release Ophelia, realizing the terrible mistake that he had made in his attempt to help her. But she held him tight, unable to get her wings in play before the weight of the sodden earth pulled her down with him.
Erica hissed and Milly bellowed in panic.
The pair slid down the steep slope, mud completely enveloped them as they rapidly descended and the deafening roar of shifting earth and water quickly drowned out the panicked cries of their companions. The slide made short work of the river’s embankment and they were pulled under the rushing water.
They struggled together and managed to break the surface coughing and sputtering. They fought hard to stay together and to swim to the steep embankment, but neither of them were strong swimmers and so they couldn’t overcome the current and reach the safety of the shore.
The racing watercourse pulled them far downstream in a matter of moments while they fought to keep themselves above the surface.
When they finally did manage to gain some headway against the current, Nameless actually touching the long grass along the bank for the briefest of moments, they heard an ominous roar and shared a panicked look as safety slipped between his fingers.
A few seconds later the river carried them over a massive waterfall.
Nameless’s stomach rose into his throat as they plummeted together, the whistling of the air joining the roar of the falls. Ophelia, far more comfortable in the air, unfurled her sodden wings and managed to slow their descent. And although she was nowhere near strong enough to support his weight as well as her own in flight, she was able to use her wings to angle them away from the deadly falls, her grip desperate as she grit her teeth.
After a fall that lasted forever the pair hit the water of the small lake below with a crash and broke the surface a few moments later, gasping and sputtering.
They were a sodden mess from the tumble and the ride downriver but fortunately neither of them was hurt worse than some minor bumps and scrapes. Though their limbs were shaky with exhaustion from the sudden rush of activity when they made it to shore, and it took them several minutes to recover.
Ophelia regained her composure first, shaking out her sodden clothes on the rocky shore as she stood and looked at him.
“Oh dear, how far did we fall?”
“I-I don’t know, are you a-alright?” He coughed out as he joined her on his feet.
“I’m fine dearheart, and so are you. Please calm down okay?”
He did his best to swallow his fear. She was right about calming down: the others would sense his distress, and that might make them do something reckless. He could easily picture any of the others deliberately jumping into the rushing water to get to him. So he took several deep breaths, and closed his eyes to think thoughts of safety at his mates far away.
When he opened them again Ophelia was looking at him with a smile on her muddy face.
“Thank you dearheart, I feel better already.” She scanned the massive cliff face above them; “That waterfall must be nearly eight hundred yards! It is breathtaking.”
Milly carried both of their bags as it was no burden at all for her, so they had no clean clothes to change into. Instead they stripped out of their muddy garments and waded into the water again to clean the grime off of themselves and their cloths.
After several minutes of scrubbing they were as clean as they could get without soap, so Ophelia took the clothes and hung them from some branches high in the trees to dry in the sun. Absently, Nameless had handed her the bracer with the heartstones in it as well, not wanting the wet leather to chafe his arm.
Despite their predicament, the sight of the naked butterfly flying up and down was quite arousing for him.
She noticed his interest and smiled, but then her look grew pensive.
“Tell me dearheart; is it still strange for you, to see me this way?”
He could sense a tiny hint of anxiety from her heart in the trees above, but wanted to actually think on his response in order to give her an honest answer.
“I think… I think we were both waiting for this for so long. I think maybe I knew somehow, about the bond I mean. You always were the center of my world when I was younger. And you weren’t the only one holding back! After I left, I worried that I was in the way while you cared for the children so I tried not to visit too often.”
She gave him a loving kiss, before she flapped her wings a couple times to hang the last of the clothes, then she landed and took his hand before the pair went back into the small lake at the base of the cliff.
They basked in the cool water for some time, finding it preferable to sitting in a sodden mess on the shore while waiting for their clothes to dry and for the others to find them. He could sense their worry had subsided but the other girls were eager to link up with them again.
He used his love for them as a warm beacon, the same as Volka was doing for him, in the hopes that it would make their search easier, though as he did it occurred to him that Jan could probably find them by smell alone.
“Dearheart?”
“Hmm?”
His head was laid back into the water, and despite their predicament he almost felt like he was back in the pond outside their cottage.
“We have nothing else to do but wait, I wonder if we could talk some more?”
He shifted up in the water, pulling his head off of the surface as he met her gaze.
“Of course.”
She smiled, and then sighed.
“Master, my love, we haven’t spoken about… well, about your father.”
He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the water, she had revealed to him only recently that his father had been murdered when he was just a baby, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it.
“Honestly, there always seems to be something more important going on so I haven’t really thought about it much…” He shrugged.
“Perhaps, but it was a terrible thing that I kept from you.” She whispered.
“Ophelia, I’m not mad at you for that! Everything you did was to protect me.” He raised one hand out of the water and cupped her cheek before turning away, his expression pensive; “Really I don’t know what I am supposed to feel. I was an orphan before I knew about it and an orphan after.”
“Dearheart, I am still so very sorry.”
She pulled him into her arms and he let her, leaning into her as her breasts smooshed against his back.
“It’s okay Ophelia, really. It’s hard to feel sad for someone I never knew, especially after meeting all of the girls. So much has changed, for all of us.”
She giggled with her chin resting on his shoulder.
“Yes. Though to be honest, I never pictured myself having bond-sisters. Whenever I indulged in a fantasy regarding you it was just the two of us.”
“And now?”
She gave him a coy look.
“The last few weeks have been really special for me too you know, Erica and Milly are incredible, so much love to give, and such adventurous bedmates!”
“And Nina?”
He was almost afraid to ask.
“Ah… Nina.” Ophelia’s mood shifted lower; “We need to be patient with her, she isn’t like us. Above all else she is a warrior, and her breed is so very different from mine.”
“Had you ever met a Gigas before her?” He asked, turning out of her embrace to face her again.
She regarded him, her violet eyes serious.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t have much experience with warriors, and the giant breeds are nearly as rare as Dragons! But you saw something in her, right? In her mind when she was… well, when she was lost?”
He nodded slowly.
“Yeah, she was strong, even as a Tenebrae she was so strong, but she was also so sad and alone. That man, Marcus, I think he actually thought of her as a friend, long ago. But at the end, she was just a tool to him. He was… he was really awful to her. She trusted him, and he used her. And when she killed him to protect those Aegis girls, she felt like she would be alone forever.”
He sighed at the painful memories that he had shared with the Gigas while trying to pull her out of the darkness.
“We are her family now.” Ophelia whispered with steel in her voice; “We need to be patient and give her space, but we also need to show her that she isn’t alone anymore. Though it seems that Milly at least made some progress the other day.”
He nodded, just as determined as she was to help Nina relax around them.
“Yeah, though she hasn’t said anything about it, I was so caught up trying to help Mishka that I missed it. But a while ago, Kar told me that I should try to tap into her instincts, that I need to make her body submit to me.” He sighed and gave her a loving look; “All I want is for her to be happy, and you for that matter.”
“I know dearheart. And I also know that this is the first time that we have been alone together since that night on the porch…” Ophelia said with one delicate hand raised to her cheek, her breasts just below the surface of the water.
Her gaze was heated and Nameless couldn’t help but blush at the memory that her words invoked. It was the first time they had done anything sexual together.
“O-oh is that so?”
“It is. It was only a few weeks ago but so much has happened that it feels like years…”
“That was… a really good night.” He regained his composure as he took her hand in his, gently playing with her fingers under the surface.
“That night… tell me dearheart, was that your first handjob?”
Nameless’s eyes widened somewhat.
“Er… no, Erica…”
“Oh dear.” Ophelia pouted; “I wanted to be your first at something. I know Milly was your first for sex…”
“And my first b-blowjob.” He added, trying to be helpful but realizing that he failed utterly by the sulky look on her face.
Ophelia heaved a wistful sigh and ran her hand over her wet hair, slicking it back.
“I don’t want you to think that I am not happy, I love my new sisters dearly. It’s just, with everything happening so fast, and after pining for you for so many years… well, you can’t blame a girl for trying to take advantage of some alone-time.”
She shifted closer to him in the water, and he jumped in shock as he felt her fingers curl around his member.
“O-Ophelia, now?” He looked around for any sign of witnesses.
“Why not? We’re both naked, and we have nothing else to do, and no one is around so…”
Her shoulder sloshed the water of the surface a bit as she pumped her fist around his cock a few times.
“Ah, Ophelia, you are my first for something.”
“I am?” She gave his cock another squeeze as she paused, her head tilted to one side.
“You were my first love.” He managed, his eyelids fluttering from the pleasure of her grasping palm.
A few tears, all but hidden by the moisture of the lake, rolled down her cheeks.
“You loved me?” She whispered.
“Of course I did! We talked about this that night on the porch, remember?”
She looked thoughtful for a moment, her hand had released his member and now she held him with both arms over his shoulders, her breasts lightly pressed to his chest just below his collarbones.
“I remember asking you about the first time you masturbated.” She said archly looking down into his face.
He swallowed nervously, his hands had found their way to her hips, and after a brief pause he encircled her waist and gave both cheeks of her pert ass a healthy squeeze under the water before moving his hands to hug her around the middle. At this point his erection was pressed against her thighs with his head nestled against her warm center.
“I remember that too.” He leaned in and kissed her on her chin, a tender peck.
“You told me you were thinking about me when you did it…”
She kissed his nose, by some unspoken agreement they avoided each other’s lips as they placed gentle kissed onto their cheeks, chins and noses.
“I was.” He couldn’t help but grind his erection against her sex slightly; “You were the only one I ever fantasized about.”
They paused with their kissing.
“Really? But there were some older girls at the orphanage…”
He shook his head.
“At best they ignored me, at worst, well…”
He tilted his head as he considered the once painful memory of Sophie and her friends tormenting him.
With some surprise he realized that it didn’t bother him anymore. It seemed that having four girls constantly showering him with affection and fulfilling all of his sexual fantasies was enough to get the once lonely orphan over his hang-ups with women.
Well, three girls. He really did need to do something about Nina.
“Are you alright Master?” Ophelia leaned back slightly to see the look on his face.
“I am. I really am. Anyways, you were the only woman I ever thought about, while doing that. ”
He pulled her close again, her hardened nipples pressing into the skin of his chest as he kissed her properly. The kiss started out chaste enough but quickly grew in hunger as their lips parted and Nameless boldly slipped his tongue into her mouth. In response, Ophelia ran the tip of hers along the underside of his, then swirled it around and bathed his muscle in pleasure.
Their noses were pressed firmly to each other’s cheeks and they could each feel the other’s eyelashes battering their skin as the made out passionately.
When they broke apart she giggled and he quirked an eyebrow up questioningly.
“Always so eager, dearheart. It’s charming.”
He blushed a bit at her words, realizing that when it came to kissing he was pretty aggressive.
“Well, um, how would you like me to kiss you?”
She tilted her head and smiled.
“My sweet Master, you can kiss me however you like.”
She could tell he wasn’t satisfied with that answer though.
“Very well, shall I teach you?” She drifted in close again and placed her hands on his cheeks, tilting his face up to hers.
“This is one lesson I really want to learn.” He said seriously.
She licked her lips.
“In the heat of the moment, it’s okay to thrust your tongue in and go wild, none of us will mind! But in the beginning, start slow.”
She tilted her head down and feathered her lips against his by way of demonstration.
“Work up to it, hold yourself back. Let your partner’s anticipation build.”
She kissed him just on one side of his mouth, then shifted his head to one side and kissed the other.
“With girls with social grooming instincts-” She abruptly gave his face a broad lick and he moaned.
She then shifted his head to the other side again.
“And for girls without them.” She pressed her lips to his cheek with gentle suction.
His heart was pounding.
Ophelia was very skilled at seducing him.
“Eye contact is important, as you know.”
Her violet eyes were so beautiful.
“But when passion rises, closed can be better. Focus on what you feel, what your partner feels.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and he mimicked her as she leaned in to kiss him again, this time her lips parted and he felt her breath in his mouth. She deepened their kiss gradually, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to run over his lips.
She broke apart again, and he involuntarily following her lips with his for a moment as she pulled away from him.
“If you pace yourself and start slow, it’s not so jarring when you heat things up a bit.”
This time when their lips met she swirled her tongue around his and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her back. His throbbing need pressed against her thighs.
Her master loved the intensity of their kiss and his arousal was conveyed to her through her heartstone, as was the feeling that spurred him on.
He loved her so much it made her wings flutter slightly under the water.
Several minutes of sucking kissing passed before they finally broke apart again, both breathing heavily.
“Dearheart, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, my Ophie.” He smiled, using his childhood name for her.
She giggled, than hugged him close once more, resting her cheek against his and slipping her tongue over his earlobe before pulling it between her teeth and giving it a gentle nibble. After a few seconds of tormenting his delicate flesh she whispered directly in his ear, causing him to shiver.
“Tell me Master ,” She drew the word out, knowing that he found it flattering; “When you fantasized about me, back then, what was I doing?”
She could feel his skin heat up as he blushed.
“Oh! Well, uh-”
“Because whatever it was, just say the words and I’ll do it for you now.”
Under the surface she ran one smooth leg up his, her calf stroking his as she ground their pelvises together.
He groaned at the sensation of her skin running over him and at the idea that one of his oldest sexual fantasies was about to be realized.
“You were, ah! You were sucking me, but using your b-breasts at the same time.”
She paused for a moment.
“A titty-fuck?” She tilted her head to one side as he flinched at the foul language, she rarely cursed; “I would have thought that Milly had done that for you by now, she’s certainly equipped for it!”
He shook his head, unable to speak as a slow smile spread across her face.
“So… you could say that I am your first ?”
He laughed, and she chuckled with him for a few moments but then her look turned heated.
“Let’s get to shore. I want to taste you, and then I want you to make love to my breasts until you cum all over them.” She winked, then smirked; “Did you know that Erica can smell it?”
“Oh?”
It was all he could manage to vocalize.
“I asked her about it a while ago, we all get off on your scent, but for her it’s more intense and lasts a long time.” She licked her lips and shot him a smoldering look with her beautiful violet eyes; “Make a mess of me Master; I want my bond-sister to smell it on me when we get back to her.”
Nameless sloshed through the water as quickly as he could, dragging her with one hand, frantic with need as Ophelia laughed behind him.
Soon enough they were at the shore, and the chill of the water sluicing off of their naked bodies was nowhere near enough to put out the fire of their passion.
Ophelia quickly found a mossy boulder for him to sit on and he plopped himself down, eager as a puppy.
She stood before him in all of her naked glory, her blue-black nipples pebbled and dripping with dewy drops from the lake. A damp wind brushed Nameless’s face as Ophelia fluttered her wings to get the water off of them. She pulled his face between her breasts, enveloping him with her warmth. He basked between her damp mounds for several seconds, enjoying the intimate contact.
“You’re shaking dear.” She pulled away from him.
“I-I can’t help it. Look what you’ve done to me!” He gestured wildly at his rock-hard cock.
She giggled and bit her lip.
“That’s nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”
He groaned involuntarily as she sank to her knees with tantalizing slowness, kissing her way down his chest and stomach before coming to rest in the soft moss at the forest’s edge. His weight was on the boulder, more leaning than sitting, as she ran her hands up his thighs.
“Master, you are too worked up, I think. You are about to burst aren’t you?” She smiled wide at his desperate nod; “Well that’s okay, actually, we need some kind of lubricant. I guess we’ll just have to do it twice! Do you think you can cum on these twice dearheart?”
She hefted her breasts for his gaze and again he could only nod in response.
“Then let me relieve the tension for you. Just tell me when you are going to finish.”
Without any more teasing she gripped his cock tightly and dropped her lips over it. She swirled her tongue over his aching head for a moment before she began to suck him fast and hard, one hand working his length while the other fondled his testicles. Wet noises came from her working lips as she bobbed on his cock much more aggressively than she ever had before.
Her single minded purpose, combined with all of the foreplay in the water soon had him curling his toes and fighting to hold back. She took it as a challenge and worked his length between her lips even harder. Her tongue bathed his rod as she sucked with all of her might and he couldn’t help but entwine his hands in her wet hair and pull her to him tightly.
The whole purpose was for him to cum as quickly as possible but in his excitement he forgot to warn her of his impending climax.
He shouted out inarticulately and she gave a surprised squeak as he bobbed her head one last time and began to unload into her mouth, his cum spurting across her tongue in great ropey lengths as he cried out his release. He gyrated his hips on the mossy boulder as he worked his tip between her lips and spurt after spurt filled her mouth.
Ophelia, at least, remembered their goal and kept herself from swallowing his load. Instead, when her mouth was full, she released the suction of her lips from his head and drooled out copious amounts of his seed onto his still raging cock. She worked his cum over his cock with her hand while he continued to spray into her mouth, her lips once more sucking his head as he filled her mouth again.
Nameless bucked and thrashed on the boulder, his orgasm seeming to never end, his hands still held her head to him, but now he merely held on for dear life. Cum dribbled from his balls and into her working hand. Ophelia pressed her breasts tight against his legs in an effort to catch as much of it as she could.
Her master always surprised her with how much he could produce and soon enough her mouth was full again, this time she allowed herself to swallow, moaning at the taste and feel of his salty-bitter load slipping down her throat.
His spurting cock subsided and Nameless gasped a desperate breath. He shuddered and uncurled his toes from the mossy forest floor. His eyes fluttered open and he released her head as his hand fell limply to his sides. He looked down at the first love of his life and his eyes widened at the sight of her.
She had managed to keep his cock between her lips for the duration of his pleasure but copious amounts of his cum found its way onto his member and her cheeks as she worked his length still. Her eyes were locked on his now and she moaned at the pleasure in his gaze.
“Ophie, ah, my Ophie...”
She removed his cock from her mouth with one last sucking pop, before her lips closed firmly. His eyes widened as he realized she still had a mouthful of his wad.
She looked directly into his soul and gave him a saucy wink as she opened her mouth to show him the copious white cum swirling around her mouth. She then cupped her hands below her chin and forced it out with her tongue, the semen coating her chin before collecting in a pool in her cupped hands.
“Naughty boy! You were supposed to warn me so I could get you to cum on my chest!” She mocked warmly.
He chuckled shakily in response.
“I’m sorry my love, that was too intense, can you ever forgive me?”
She licked his seed from her lips and gave a slow swallow as she took in the remnants of his load. Her violet eyes were unblinking as her lips turned into a petulant expression.
“I suppose, but only if you make it up to me by grinding your big cock between my breasts until you explode again.”
He smiled down at his messy Flutterby’s act.
“Oh however shall I endure such ruthless torment?” He deadpanned.
“Somehow, I think you will survive dear.”
His toned turned serious as he cupped her face in his hands.
“I love you, butterfly lady. So much that it’s almost scary.”
She moaned at his touch and at his words, her eyes finally flickering closed.
“And I love you too, sweet boy, you are the master of my body and the mate-of-my-heart.”
Her words were solemn, but her deeds were not as she held her cupped hands underneath his flagging penis, awkwardly tilting his length upwards and meeting his gaze again as she flicked her tongue against his overly sensitive glans.
“Ah! My girl, my love, mine!”
“Yours.” She confirmed before suckling his head back into her mouth.
She worked his tip delicately; her purpose to restore his fatigued flesh, not make him cum again.
Not yet anyways.
She was eager to fulfill one of her master’s oldest fantasies.
Her breasts had caught some of his semen from his release but what she held in her palms, as well as what she had drooled on his cock, is what she would use to lubricate him for what came next.
It took her several minutes of gentle sucking, interspersed with many words of loving and filthy encouragement, to get his cock back into a workable state.
Once he was panting with desire again she shifted herself back.
“I think I better lean back against the stone now, otherwise most of this is going to dribble off of me.” She gestured with her cupped palms, still holding his wad in her hands.
Eager to get started he shifted and helped her position herself, making sure that her wings were comfortable against the moss of the stone. She was squatting on the ground now, slightly reclined against the rock as he took in the sight of her, deliberately ogling every inch of her as she lewdly spread her legs for him to admire her naked lips, the patch of blue-black hair above her slit accentuating the sight of her pussy.
“Beautiful.” He murmured before taking up position in front of her, his legs on either side of hers.
His cock was already wet from her saliva and his own seed but she worked both of her hands around it, thoroughly coating it in cum. She twisted her grip on his slick cock, working her hands in opposite directions and spreading his seed around his flesh.
Once he was ready, she released him and shifted her hands to press her breasts together with one hand on either side, forming a tight warm space for his cock.
“Please Master, make love to your Ophie’s chest and cum all over her?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He squatted slightly, bringing the tip of his cock to the underside of her breasts, once there he gave her one final look before seizing her head with one hand and hoarsely repeated a single word from earlier:
“Mine.”
“Yours.” She whispered back.
He thrust his well lubricated cock upwards between her ample breasts, her dark nipples poking into his stomach as he paused with his cock enveloped by her pillowy warmth. It was a very different feel from her hands or mouth, much softer, and with less pressure, but warm and slippery from his cum and her saliva.
He gave a few exploratory thrusts, his tip poking out of the top of her breasts slightly at the end of each one. Wet squelching noises filled the air and she moaned for his benefit.
“That’s it dearheart, use my body, make such a mess of me that our mates will be driven wild when I tell them what we did!”
He bucked his hips wildly, his eyes locked on hers. She deliberately opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for him to see, showing him that she was his, that if he wanted he could take her any way that he desired.
The trust they shared made his knees weak but did nothing to slow his excited thrusts as his cock pistoned between her yielding mounds.
“Do you want my cum?” He panted, both hands on her head now, steadying himself for each thrust.
“Yes, all of it!”
“On your breasts?”
“Yeah!”
“Your face?”
“Mmmm, yes!”
“In your mouth?”
“Always!”
He was really getting into the dirty talk and the pace of his thrusting had her flesh jiggling as he held nothing back. She rocked back and forth against the mossy rock, licking her lips and panting
“You want to lick it all up? Swallow it?”
“Oh yes, cum on my breasts and I will lick them clean while you watch!”
He moaned at her words.
“I’m so close!”
“Give me everything!” She cried out.
He gave several more thrusts while she pressed her breasts together as tight as she could. Abruptly he was cumming, he shoved himself between her tits until his tip was poking out the top and his first shot sprayed across her hungry lips. Her tongue lashed out pulling his seed into her mouth even as he continued to spurt. He forced her willing head to tilt down so she could lick at his spurting cock-head while her hands worked her breasts over his length.
Her mouth quickly filled and she didn’t hesitate to swallow once more before he leaned her back and she accepting his load across her face. He drew a line from her chin to her eyebrow, one eye closed as cum dribbled into it. On impulse, he pulled his hips back slightly, releasing her head with one hand as he took his cock and dragged it up and down between her tight breasts, thoroughly coating her tight cleavage.
Her hand quickly replaced his on his shaft as she used his cock to paint herself. She hefted one breast with one hand while the other drew circles around her nipple with his still-cumming cock.
He moaned non-stop as yet more seed exploded outwards from his aching balls. His one-handed grip in her hair was nearly painful and she loved it. Her chest thoroughly coated, she decided that she needed more of him on her face so she dragged his cock over her lips, licking at him as she jerked him off with his tip pressed into her supple cheek.
Once more he gripped her head in both hands, her damp hair between his fingers as he pushed his cock tight to her face.
“Ophelia! Take me deep!”
Without waiting for her response he pulled her head down and thrust himself forwards, fortunately her hand still held him and guided him between her lips as yet another spurt fired across her tongue. Once he was inside her mouth, her hand fell away to massage his balls as he thrust into her throat as deep as he could. His hips spasmed several more times as he continued to unload directly down her gullet, thrusting his cock-head in and out of her throat as she swallowed repeatedly to massage him.
At long last his rampaging cock calmed down, his torrent dying down to a dribble.
He pulled his length out of her throat until just his head remained in her mouth, and she suckled at it lovingly for several seconds, swallowing everything that he had. He pulled himself out of her sucking lips, grinding his aching cock between her eyes as she licked at his cum covered balls. One last little spurt fired onto her forehead as she tended to his tightened sack.
They stayed like that for several minutes. She licked every inch of him clean until he finally had to shift around again to sit down, then she spent several more minutes between his knees doing as she promised, lifting one breast after another to her waiting mouth, circling her own nipple with her tongue and sucking up his cum wherever she could reach.
All the while she watched him watch her.
At last the mess was cleaned up as best as they cared to.
“Was it everything you imagined?” She settled down against his thigh, idly running one finger through her nether lips.
“Everything and more.” He replied with a husky chuckle as he pet her head, his hand gentle now.
“You have a bit of a dominant streak in you that I wasn’t expecting.” Her look up at him was coy.
“Don’t worry, we can switch whenever you like.”
She chuckled but then her eyes widened.
“Nina! I think that maybe that is what she needs, for you to take charge like you just did with me!”
He agreed.
“Yeah that’s pretty much what Kar said.”
She smiled up at him, hope in her eyes.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself dearheart. But we should really get dressed and look for the others.”
“Nope.”
“Wha-”
Stand up, sit on that rock and spread your legs.”
“M-Master?!”
“You heard me, you made me cum twice without you, now show me your pussy so I can return the favour!”
It was his turn to lick his lips and she gave him a wide eyed look, then stood on shaky legs and leaned on the rock, her wings unfurling and fluttering with agitation as she spread her knees and offered her moist cleft to him.
He shuffled forwards and buried his face between her legs, her delicate curls tickling his nose as his tongue pressed as deep as he could into her pussy. She squeaked at his sudden invasion, than moaned as he wriggled his slick muscle into her tight tunnel.
“Oh dear! Master, that feels so good!”
He laughed into her snatch and then leaned back, she gave a disappointed huff that turned into a gasp of pleasure when he slid two fingers inside of her without warning.
“There was something else that I wanted to try, ever since Milly did it to me.”
He changed his mind about their position, lying down in the moss.
“Sit on my face.” He ordered.
She complied, her knees on either side of his head as her pussy hovered over his lips, but he shifted her upwards. She was about to ask what he was doing when all of the air left her lungs as his mouth found its goal and he worked his tongue into her asshole while slipping his fingers back into her pussy.
“Oh my! That is nice!” She cried out
His fingers in her pussy were at an awkward angle so he slipped them out and shifted his thumb into place instead, his other digits splayed over her naval.
He crooked his thumb deep into her pussy while she moaned and gripped his hair with both hand. His tongue still deep in her ass, his other hand slipped under her and began to grope and knead at her taut ass cheek.
She gasped in a desperate breath as she struggled to get used to his invasion of her most intimate places.
“Milly, ah! Milly did this for you?”
Rather than halt his tongue’s progress into her back passage he moaned out an affirmative sound into her puckered hole. The vibration of his moan caused her to flinch slightly, his nose tickling her moist lips. She released her hold on his hair with one hand and instead began to draw circles around her clit underneath his fingers.
“Such a- oh my! Such a naughty cow she is!”
He moaned his agreement again and her breath began to come in fits and bursts as she approached her climax. Her fluttering wings were widespread now, fanning him with cool air as he pleasured her.
“So good, don’t stop Master! Never stop!”
Her fingers working over her clit were frantic as he gave her ass a firm squeeze and plunged his tongue in as deep as he could, moaning constantly to add to the pleasurable sensation.
She began to let out clipped screams as she climbed to the heights of ecstasy until she finally let out one long scream as she plunged over into sheer bliss.
She bucked against his mouth, riding his face through her pleasure. He held her in place between his hands, gripping her ass tightly with one while the other continued to torment her tunnel with his thumb, vigorously working her sex to prolong her climax.
She eventually calmed down, moaning slightly. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
“Dearheart, what-”
“Twice.” His voice was muffled by her cheeks as he pulled his tongue out of her pucker long enough to tell her his intention before resuming his work.
“Oh dear, I’ve created a monster.” She let out a happy sigh as she settled back onto his face.
He worked over her nether regions with hand and tongue, this time at a much more leisurely pace.
Sadly, their bliss was interrupted when a man’s voice called from the trees.
“Good job kid, you made the whore nice and ready for us!”