Holo was not impressed that Lawrence got a second inn room in Lenos—or rather, that Nora and Diana came in and got a room at the same inn several minutes after Holo and Lawrence got one. But the alternative was the four of them getting a room together. Forget about how bearable or unpleasant that would be—doing that would probably have been impossible. The proprietor would probably have assumed all three girls were Lawrence's in an equal manner and then thrown them out for pimping and whoring.
In fact, Holo later learned that everyone in Tereo had assumed this about their party as well at first. This pissed her the hell off.
Yet, when she complained to Lawrence about this, Lawrence responded by asking her exactly what was wrong with this arrangement. If Holo had no problem with new people joining their traveling group, then she couldn't really complain about them getting a room at the same inn as them. And Holo didn't have any problem with Lawrence bringing along whomever he wanted, as long as it didn't adversely affect their chances of completing their journey to the north…right?
Holo couldn't really say for sure, and this incomprehension may or may not have had to do with her drinking so much cider that she was now about to pass out on the bed.
"UUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
"I told you that you were drinking too quickly."
"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, c-come *hic* off it, nushio. Duunnnnnn tell meee wut to doooooo…"
Lawrence shook his head. "Just stay right here and sleep it off, OK?"
"I saaaid don't tell me WHAT TO DOOOOOOO! I'm go-o-o-o-na stay RIGHT HERE and sleep it off there's nu-u-u-u-u-thin you can do to stop me! Hmph!"
Lawrence shook his head again and laughed. "All right, then. I'm going to head out, all right?"
Holo grabbed onto the edge of Lawrence's sleeve. Lawrence glanced at Holo and smiled.
"Don't worry. I'll be back soon, promise. Just go ahead and rest, OK?"
Holo sighed as Lawrence stepped out of the room. She felt sad for only few seconds before she lost consciousness.
When she woke up, Lawrence was sitting on his own bed, looking over some document concerning the town and its trade agreements. Meanwhile, she detected a familiar, savory scent, coming from a wrapped package on the desk in the corner.
Lawrence noticed her wagging tail and twitching ears. He was now looking over at her, smiling.
"Hey, Holo, let's play a game. If you can guess what this scent is, you can have a free meal, on me."
"Oh, come on. It's quite obvious, isn't it? I recognize this smell from my last visit here. It's beaver tail."
"Of course."
Holo snatched the package out from Lawrence's hands and began eagerly ripping away at the wrapping.
"You probably shouldn't have bought such a delicacy before having even sold anything, but I'll forgive you for it just this once!"
"Don't worry about it. I got it for free."
"Free?" Holo narrowed her eyes.
"…Is there a problem?"
"Nushio, what stupid boneheaded decision of yours is going to almost get us killed this time?"
"Are you saying I agreed to favors for strangers for free food? I'm smarter than that, you know."
Holo snarled at Lawrence. "Yes, nushio. Actually, you're right. You are smarter than that."
"W-What's with that face?"
"I know exactly how you got this. Take off your pants."
"Holo!?"
"Let me smell your dick."
"W-WHAT!?"
"Take off your pants, nushio, and let me smell your dick."
Holo now glared at Lawrence with disgust as her nostrils flared and her blood-red eyes shined with erotic rage. Lawrence looked over to the door, flustered. Finding no salvation there and seeing that Holo was serious, he reluctantly pulled down his pants.
Holo glared up at her companion as she crawled out of the bed and onto the floor. Holo crouched down next to Lawrence's crotch, staring at his semi-erect cock. Holo then gingerly held her nose up to Lawrence's base, nuzzling her snout against his coarse pubic hairs. Holo gave Lawrence a deathly glare as she ran her nose up and down his shaft, squeezing her legs together as her pussy began to leak. Holo placed her hands on Lawrence's shaft, pulling his foreskin back gently as she touched the tip of her nose against his swollen, red head. Holo recoiled in surprise as Lawrence suddenly became completely erect, his cock hardening into a massive spear, jutting directly into Holo's face.
Holo's nostrils flared. Her pupils dilated, and she began to bob up and down, her ass shaking longingly for Lawrence's dick. She had never seen him naked below the waist before, and immediately she yearned for it inside her. Holo tried to remain calm, even as the heady mix of smells overwhelmed her and raped her senses, even as she could think of nothing but the cock that was in her face. Her tail waved around furiously, and she could feel her cunt bursting, the damp fabric in her pants sticking against her puckered asshole.
Finally, Holo pulled herself away. With one final look of disgust thrown in Lawrence's direction, Holo pulled Lawrence's trousers back up again.
"Uh, Holo?"
"What?"
"There's a little pre-cum on my tip…"
Holo wrinkled her nose and bared her fangs. Her face bunched up in rage, Holo raised her two front fingers and cleaned Lawrence's tip with one wipe. She then grabbed Lawrence's pants again and indignantly draped them back over his enormous pole as she stood back up.
Holo pointed a single finger at Lawrence, and with a rather red face, screamed:
"IT WAS ANOTHER GIRL, WASN'T IT? 'Gave it to you for free', hah! It was a parting gift from yet another slampiece, wasn't it!?"
"Holo…"
"I can't stand you! You know, forget it. Just get out. Go!"
"Holo, I thought you said you didn't care who I—"
"I'm tired and I don't want you stomping around and waking me up! GO!"
Holo threw Lawrence out of the room and slammed the door. She waited until Lawrence was definitely gone and then collapsed onto the bed. Holo began clutching the sheets, sobbing softly without completely understanding why.
…
Lawrence stared at the beautiful barmaid in front of him. He could see that under her apron the girl, whose name was Helena, was very attractive, with a slender, hard body and moderately large breasts and ample hips.
However, the most beautiful part of this girl was her voice. It was girlish and high, coated with a dripping, thick sweetness that made Lawrence erect as soon as he heard it.
"Chu…ju-ru-ru…chu-u-u-u...ju-uru-u-u-u...CHU-U...chu-PA-A-A..."
Helena and Lawrence made out on the table, and Helena grabbed at Lawrence's crotch, only to find that he was already hard, his dick throbbing and leaking out pre-cum already.
"Amazing…you're quite ready, aren't you?"
Helena unzipped Lawrence's pants and kissed it tenderly as her own hand traveled under her apron to her own wet spot.
"You know it'll cost you, right?" said Helena as she began to grip Lawrence's scrotum with her lips.
"I'll pay whatever it takes to jizz inside your cute little throat."
"Chu-pa…chu-ru…ju-u-u-uru-u-u-u...ju-u-u-u—GAG-*CHOKE*...ACK...ACK...CHU-U-U-U-AAA-AAAGH...AUGH-AUGH-AUGH-AUGH..."
Lawrence began to jerk himself off with Helena's throat, holding her head against his crotch as he pumped his cock inside her in dirty, quick thrusts. Helena began to masturbate as well as the taste of salty, sweaty dick coated her mouth. Lawrence then pulled out and began dunking his balls inside her throat.
"Ju-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru…chu-u-u-u-u...BWA-A-A-A-A-A-AA-AUGH...ACK—JU-U-URU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U"
Lawrence came all over Helena's face, jizzing across her beautiful cheeks, her clean, white forehead, her full, pink lips, and all over her rich, crimson hair. Helena began to suck on Lawrence's balls once more in gratitude as Lawrence wiped his dick all over her face.
Lawrence and Helena began to kiss now, their tongues sliding effortlessly into each other's throats as they made out on the table. When Lawrence finally pulled out, Helena collapsed onto the ground, feverishly masturbating.
"…hanf…hanf…"
Helena's entire body flailed about on the floor. Helena began to grasp her crotch with her hand as she came all over the floor, cum spraying out from between her legs. Once she was finally finished, Helena got back up, smiling, her entire face covered with sweat.
"Hey, mister…I'd like to show you something special."
"Yes?"
"…Do you promise…not to, um…laugh?"
Lawrence nodded. Helena left the room, and Lawrence sat back down, his cock already erect again as he fantasized about penetrating the rest of this angelic slut's holes.
Helena returned minutes later, walking on her hands. Her dress and apron had fallen over her head, laying bare her panty-less, naked bottom. Her long, bare legs were perched in the air, and Helena struggled to make her way, finally stopping at Lawrence's table, her rich, round butt cheeks directly in front of Lawrence's face. Helena then spread her legs as she presented her offering to her only customer for that off-peak: a fresh, cold glass of beer.
Lawrence accepted this offering and began to marvel at the sight in front of him: a smooth, delicate pink flower hidden inside a giant red grassy plain.
Helena's bush was truly massive, a bright red monstrosity that engulfed the womanly treasure underneath, a hormonal swamp that emitted a swelteringly pungent odor, offensive to the nose and eyes. Her manly hairs were obscenely thick and wiry: fat crimson cords that seemed more like tree branches than blades of grass.
This bush extended all around Helena's flower, like a parasitic vine that wrapped its fat tendrils around everything it could touch. It extended to her upper thighs, forming a thick red carpet around her inner thighs. Her bush formed a trail above her pubic area, a bright streak of red that extended to her belly button. It curled around her vagina and extended backwards, past her taint and into her ass crack.
Lawrence spread Helena's cheeks and saw that her hairs, now darkened, formed a velvet ring around her puckered asshole. Her pubic bush had grown like a parasite around her cunt lips and asshole, spreading until it had formed into the present abomination.
Lawrence sifted his fingers through these hairs. Helena began to shiver and shake, conscious that Lawrence was disgusted and awed by her hairs. His fingers became greasy with smegma and piss and oil as the syrupy stink of Helena's crotch spread onto his hand.
Lawrence now began to kiss Helena's pussy. His mouth was filled with hair. Helena's natural stench began to overpower him, mixed with smegma and dried piss. Helena began to shake and moan, humiliated by the gagging and choking sounds coming out of Lawrence's mouth. She became excited, and her pussy, which was already normally quite hot and damp, became soaking wet.
Helena's pussy began to moan and queef, a rich sonorous baritone from her nether regions. Here, too, there seemed to be a contrast with the young face and angelic voice on the other side.
Then, Helena farted. Her puckered asshole belted out a low bass, a long, low, whole-bodied peal that vibrated throughout her entire rectum and shook the room. The greasy, burning smell of methane and sulfur began to fill Lawrence's nostrils, and he coughed at the choking, gassy stench that assaulted the entirety of his senses.
Helena shook, clenching her fist in shock and humiliation as she began sobbing. Lawrence continued to mercilessly dig through her bush, absorbing every embarrassing detail about her beast-like aberration, and she let out another toxic mustard fart. In her desperation to stop herself, Helena clenched her asshole shut, only to release it in a single, violent burst directly in Lawrence's face as her asshole let loose.
Lawrence ingested each fume as he kissed Helena's shuddering quim. He had become blinded by tears, his eyes burning with the intense fire of Helena's bowel gas. He had fallen in love with this pussy. His organ was now fully engorged, the thick blue veins branched around him bulging at capacity, nearly bursting with excitement, possessed with the desire to fuck this beautiful monstrosity.
Lawrence stood up, his cock still hanging out of his pants. Helena had given a humiliating, disgusting, shameful specimen of a vagina as an offering. He had decided to accept it.
"OOOHHHH…AHHHHHH…OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Helena screamed as Lawrence suddenly began to fuck her exposed pussy. Lawrence plunged himself completely inside, enveloping himself in Helena's tight warmth as he pleasured himself with her fragrant cuntflower.
"THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP…PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…"
It was too much for Lawrence as he came almost immediately inside Helena's womb. Helena's pussy was overwhelming, and it strangled him tightly as it milked his balls. Lawrence was still hard as he finished, though, and he began to fuck her pussy again, pausing only to lift Helena up from the ground.
"FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP…PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI-PACHI…THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THP-THPPPPP…"
Lawrence came again and again and again, thrusting through his own orgasms as he continued to annihilate Helena's pussy. When finally, he had had enough, Lawrence gave a final thrust that sent all of the semen inside Helena's pussy-hole gushing out. He pulled out his cock, coated with his own semen, and began to fuck Helena, still upside down with her legs in the air, in the ass.
Helena was silent as Lawrence fucked her asshole. She was stunned in ecstasy, her pussy already dripping semen down her legs and onto the floor. Her sphincter was forced open, and she accepted the masculine intrusion into her bowels, gasping with pleasure as her anus was glazed and frosted and glazed and frosted again.
Lawrence now pulled out, his dick dripping with warm goo as it emerged from Helena's gaping asshole. This whole time, Helena had been upside down, suspended in the air with her head inches from the ground, and Lawrence stood up to Helena's feet in his face. He stared at Helena's legs, his cock slowly hardening again as he grabbed Helena by the ankles. Lawrence pulled at Helena's shoes, taking them off and tossing them onto the ground.
Helena uttered a cry of shock and began to struggle, her cries muffled by her dress, which had fallen over her head and completely covered her face. Lawrence ignored her and began to stare at her bare feet. Helena's feet were large, her toes slightly longer than average. Lawrence began to lick them, his tongue sliding over the salty, sour sweat that coated her soles. Helena began to moan and laugh and flail, still silenced by the fabric that enveloped her face. Lawrence sucked her toes with impunity, stuffing his mouth with her feet as he cleaned them off. Once he had finally had enough, Lawrence came one last time, his dick shivering as it let out another string of cum all over Helena's glazed, drooling cunt and ass. He let go of Helena's feet, and she came tumbling down to the ground.
Helena climbed up from the from the floor and kneeled next to Lawrence, kissing his dirty cock as he finished his beer.
"So. How much do I owe you?" said Lawrence as he grabbed the wrapped beaver-tail take-out order.
"If you promise to use me like that again, I'll make it free."
"As long as you have those pretty eyes and that fuckable voice and that fat pussy, I will always have my cock hard for you."
Helena moaned once more as she kissed Lawrence on the balls. "Yes, of course."
…
Every time Lawrence did something like this, Holo swore that she would soon be done with it all. But this time, it really seemed like this was the last straw.
Yet, only days later, as Lawrence presented a kind of sketchy plan to sell Holo into slavery and buy her back, Holo agreed. There was much to be desired about this plan, of course, but that was what was attractive about it. Holo looked away from Lawrence as he tried to explain the details of this plan, only pretending to listen. In the back of her mind, she almost hoped that it would fail and that she would be out of Lawrence's life forever.
It had begun their first night in Lenos. As soon as she had thrown Lawrence out of the room, she had regretted it. It was then that Holo had begun seriously considering whether Lawrence might be happier without her.
…
Lawrence was somewhat confused. He had just given Holo food, only to get kicked out of the room. He had planned on going back out anyway, but this was an odd way to leave.
Shrugging it off, Lawrence headed back down to the ground floor, sitting at the bar of the inn, where the innkeeper was cleaning a glass.
He had had quite hard luck talking with the old man earlier that afternoon. He had tried asking him about Rigoro, the town chronicler. Lawrence and Holo had thought that he might have some more old tales about Holo's homeland. Unfortunately, Rigoro was also a member of the city council. So the innkeeper had kept frustratingly quiet, not wanting to talk too much about a prominent local figure for fear of getting mixed up in politics.
Somehow, things turned out better this time around, however. The old man gave Lawrence information about the ongoing Council meeting and actually seemed willing to talk this time.
Finally, as the conversation drew to a close, the old man, laughing, said:
"You hold up an awfully decent conversation for a merchant! I like that. What's your name?"
"It's Lawrence. Kraft Lawrence."
A figure sitting in the corner stood up and interrupted their conversation. Lawrence had noticed this person when they had entered the inn a few days ago—a cloaked figure that according to Holo was a woman. At least, this figure was wrapped in such thick robes that he hadn't been able to tell one way or another.
"How unfair. You ask this man for his name on his third visit to the bar, yet you waited until my fifth to ask me mine?"
"You didn't talk to me until your fifth visit."
The figure shrouded in robes smiled. Lawrence could see the chin. No beard. Not a trace of a hair at all.
The mysterious individual then turned toward Lawrence. "You there. I hear you have business with Rigoro?"
"Yes, actually."
Without saying anything more, the cloaked individual grabbed a jug of wine and led Lawrence upstairs to the sitting room. As she placed the jug of wine down and sat by the fireplace, she turned around to Lawrence.
"You look apprehensive."
"Well, I do a lot of business with people I'll never see again. Apprehensive is just my default."
The figure continued to probe Lawrence, demanding the real answer.
"Well, you see, this is the first time I've ever interacted with a female merchant."
"Damn it."
Seeing that the jig was up, the woman placed her hands at the cowl surrounding her face and undid it, letting it fall to the floor as she revealed her face.
"Right, then. Name's Fleur Boland, but that's a stupid name for a merchant, so I go by Eve."
She was beautiful and young, but with a mature air about her. Her eyes were bright blue, but her cold, calculating aura made them flash a snowy, icy silver. She had short, blonde hair that went down just past her ears. She looked like she could be either an unbearably handsome girl or an exquisitely beautiful boy.
"I still remember the looks I got from all of the boys and girls back when I still had to wear makeup and a dress, so spare me that bullshit."
So it seemed like complimenting her beauty wasn't going to do any favors for him. Lawrence sighed.
However, Eve did know Rigoro, and she could help him and Holo get access to him and his old records of fairy tales and legends.
"You want to see him for his archives, not because of his position on the city council. That's far rarer than you think, and I'll get you access to him for that reason alone."
"Wonderful! What's your fee?"
"Nothing. All I ask is that we chat again soon."
"Is that really it?"
Eve smiled, and Lawrence felt something odd upon seeing her beautiful expression. "What can I say? It's been a very long time since I've been able to have a conversation with someone without having to hide the fact that I'm a woman. Money isn't everything. Being able to freely talk is such a valuable thing, you know."
"Even more valuable than gold?"
Eve grinned. "Money isn't everything, but I'm still a merchant."
Lawrence stared at this beautiful woman's tender pink lips and suddenly desired another chance to talk with her as well.
…
It was thus that Lawrence and Holo were able to visit Rigoro the next day. The two of them stood at the door of a quite spacious estate.
They were quite nervous. Even though Eve sent a letter of introduction already, she had also warned Lawrence that Rigoro was rather stern.
Lawrence knocked on the door with the attached large silver knocker. The door and its knocker looked rather old, and it was clear that this house, and the family that owned it, had deep roots in this city.
The door slowly creaked open, and answering it was…not Rigoro.
"May I ask who is calling?"
A beautiful young girl with large, dark amethyst eyes answered the door. She seemed barely twenty, if that, and her slender, beautiful body was entirely shrouded in the white and black habit of a nun. Lawrence looked this girl over thoroughly, not noticing the piercing glare he was receiving from Holo.
"I believe that Eve Boland already sent a letter introducing us."
"Yes, of course. Please, follow me."
Despite their fears, Rigoro was perfectly friendly, perhaps encouraged by the fact that his visitors weren't seeing him for insider information, and Lawrence and Holo returned to the inn with a thick volume of legends in hand. They had dinner, an expensive meal of white piglet that Lawrence got for Holo as a reward for her correctly guessing the scent of beaver tail. Thus mollified, with no trace of his previous transgressions on her mind, Holo fell asleep, and Lawrence headed back down to the ground floor of the inn to talk with Eve.
…
"So, that's what's going on? They're going to allow the merchants to come in and buy furs—as long as they pay in cash?"
The last few days in Lenos had been uncharacteristically tense. There had been a city council meeting going on the entire time. Impatient merchants had been waiting outside the city walls for days, and even inside the city, the tension was palpable.
The issue was over furs. The craftsmen of the city wanted to use the furs to make clothes with. Normally there was an annual military expedition into the north that passed through the city, and the townspeople sold the clothes to visiting soldiers. However, this year the expedition was canceled, and this time it was not soldiers buying clothes that were coming in, but merchants trying to get raw fur on the cheap. No matter what solution the city council came up with, there were going to be a lot of angry people—either local townspeople bankrupted by the lack of furs, or merchants who were prevented from making money.
"…And you want me in on your scheme to take advantage of this information before anyone else."
The compromise solution was meant to sell off some of the furs, but also keep a sizable number for the locals. Merchants typically bought on credit, so theoretically this compromise would limit the number of sales that would be made. However, Eve wanted to raise a large amount of cash and buy up as much as possible as soon as the rule was announced.
To do this, she needed way more cash than she had on hand. That said, Lawrence did not have all that much cash either, and he wondered why Eve was approaching him.
To help raise the cash, Eve wanted Lawrence to sell Holo off as a slave.
They would pretend she came from fallen nobility and get a giant loan with her as collateral. The idea was to make a profit of several times the original amount and then buy her back. It went without saying that this was an immensely risky plan.
Yet, Eve had one more enticement to draw him over onto her side.
"I've settled everything. I'm going on a pilgrimage."
The old innkeeper was speaking now. He was going on a pilgrimage, but in reality he was not planning on making it back. Someone would have to take over after the inn closed down, and a permanent building for a store was every wandering merchant's dream.
Lawrence stared at the staircase, thinking about the girl who was sleeping off the alcohol upstairs. He was afraid of Holo's reaction if he did run this proposal by her, but he was even more afraid, as he knew deep down in his heart, that she would agree to it.
Eve stepped out of her seat and slipped next to Lawrence.
"Lawrence, don't all merchants dream of this?"
She knelt down next to Lawrence, her voice having grown softer and higher. The old innkeeper at the bar cleared his throat and turned his back to the pair as he suddenly found some jugs to wipe clean.
Eve held her hands up to her head, tugging again at the cloth that shrouded her face. This slowly fell away, and she had a sweet, beautiful smile now, her cold blue eyes now tinged with an alien glow.
"Lawrence, tell me the truth…you're tempted to accept, aren't you?"
Eve climbed on top of Lawrence and pulled his trousers back. His boner emerged, stiff and powerful, pressed against Eve's body. Eve grasped Lawrence with both hands, sliding her fingers against his taut, sensitive surface. She was warm. She pressed against his member and gliding across with ease, and she could feel it become ever harder and more engorged in her hands.
"Lawrence, don't be scared. If you should ever doubt me, please remember this moment."
Eve moved in and kissed Lawrence, a long, deep kiss. It had been hours since he last tasted it, the unwashed taste of a woman's tongue and throat. Eve's saliva was thick, the slightly dehydrated fluid of someone who had been drinking, bitter and savory with notes of phlegm and throat mucus mixed in.
Eve straddled Lawrence, rubbing her body against him, her hands still embracing his cock. Her body was toned and hard, with absolutely not an ounce extra of flesh or fat than she needed. Her body was perfect, exquisite but still supple, her breasts and stomach still endowed with warmth and softness. Eve began breathing in Lawrence's ear now, grinning as she moaned, smacking her lips slightly as she pressed her groin against his shaft. She began to leak all over Lawrence's lap, drooling and shaking between her legs against Lawrence's lower body as she continued to tease and kiss him in the ear.
Eve pleasured Lawrence some more, smiling as she felt him harden and tense up in her hands. Her eyes shining now, Eve continued to gaze on Lawrence as she brought her hands down on his shaft for a pleasurable fap. Eve worked him on the shaft, pumping him vigorously, and his balls quickly burst forth in a frenzied fountain of glory.
Eve got up from the chair and wiped her hands unceremoniously across the crotch of Lawrence's trousers. Leaning down again, with her mouth once again next to his ears, Eve said:
"I expect to see you again tomorrow night. I will be waiting with open arms and an open mouth."
Eve smiled again, her eyes squinting, and she kissed Lawrence lightly on the lips. She then moved down, and with her hands pressed against Lawrence's chest, kissed him on his tip. A new, faint trickle poured out from his urethra, and Eve glanced at it, licking her lips in excitement.
…
"I'm sorry, but Rigoro-sama isn't home right now."
Merta, Rigoro's cute nun assistant, stood at the door, bowing to Lawrence and Holo. She led them into the expansive, dark storeroom where Rigoro's manuscripts were stored. As Lawrence returned the books he had borrowed, Holo went around the old shelves, looking for more.
"Don't mess them up, OK?" said Lawrence.
"Of course I won't!" said Holo.
"These are very rare and valuable, but in the end, they're still books. They'd be happy that they were being read."
Merta gave a beautiful smile as she tilted her head slightly, and Lawrence got a good look at her for the first time. Her face was bright and clear, except for a beauty mark under her right eye that accentuated the rest of her face. Her eyes were a bright, sparkling violet that glowed in the light of the cellar door.
Merta was the picture-perfect image of a nun. She gazed at Lawrence, her lovely lashed eyelids fluttering.
She and Lawrence left Holo in the storeroom to peruse Rigoro's collection, and the two of them stepped out into the greenhouse.
...
Merta knelt down on all fours on the stone floor, silent and motionless, as Lawrence fucked her in the ass. Her naked body was splayed out on the floor, her creamy white back exposed as her black habit lay folded to the side on the ground.
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Lawrence pulled his cock out, and semen began to spurt out of Merta's outstretched bunghole. Her asshole had been fucked red and raw, and thick glaze dripped out from the gaping brown eye between her small, pale, stretched ass cheeks.
Lawrence stopped to rest for a second before lifting up his erect cock and entering Merta again. Merta lay still on the floor and passively allowed her guest to penetrate her, saying nothing as her pussy began to squirt all over the cobblestoned surface. Merta was thin and small, her ribs visible below her pale white breasts, with pale, spindly legs and small ass cheeks. Lawrence lifted her with ease, grabbing her by her tiny waist as he impaled her from behind, her entire body shaking.
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Lawrence dropped Merta to the ground as his half-flaccid cock hung between his legs, dripping with semen. Merta crawled on the floor and turned around as she began to clean him off, licking his cock that reeked of ass and sweat and cum. She kissed him on the head, pressing her lips against the tip of his shaft. Merta then began to suck on the skin around his shaft, caressing it with her lips and tongue as she sucked him off. Merta's hands massaged him at either side on his base as she also pleasured him with her throat, sucking him off until he came inside her mouth.
Merta knelt on the floor, naked and wearing nothing but her habit and her shoes, smiling. Lawrence stared at her, his naked cock erect again as it pressed against her cheeks.
Suddenly, he grabbed her body, pulling it beside him as he pleasured himself against her. Lifting her up like a rag doll from the ground, he flipped her on her back and grabbed her by the ankles. Lawrence then tore her shoes off, exposing her bare feet. Lawrence began to fondle Merta's feet, shoving her soles in his face as his cock started to twitch. Merta watched, slightly surprised but very calm, giggling as he ran his nose all over her oval white toes.
Finally, Lawrence lifted his cock up and began to rub it against the soles of Merta's feet. Merta lay still, saying nothing as his cock moved up and down her soles, rubbing them thoroughly, until finally, Merta took control and grasped Lawrence by the base with her feet. Gripping him by the cock, Merta began to jerk him off, kneading into his cock with the balls of her feet and the cool, pale pads of her toes. Lawrence soon came, semen spraying out from his cock as he nutted all over Merta's feet.
Lawrence pulled away, breathing heavily as Merta remained on her back on the floor. The two of them stared at each other, and Merta gave the same tender smile as her feet remained suspended in the air, her toes still spread and contorted into claw-like talons.
Lawrence stared at Merta and grabbed his dick. He began masturbating as he stared at her naked body, his hands jerking off his fat, red shaft. A few thick strings of semen flew out from his dick and landed on Merta's face as he had one last orgasm.
And then, his dick, hanging limp between his legs once again, began to twitch and spurt again as his urethra opened up. This time, thick yellow liquid burst forth from his cock as Lawrence relieved himself all over the cobblestone floor of the greenhouse. Merta watched Lawrence's majestic cock spraying urine, and she blushed as her pussy began to shudder as well, and piss came spraying out from her vagina in a miniature fountain, hitting the ground with a pronounced arc.
The two viscous streams of hot yellow liquid hit the ground in loud, echoing droplets that reverberated through the glass walls around them. The two lovers continued to spray their piss on the grounds of the hallowed arboretum, one standing and one on her back on the ground, staring at each other as they emptied their bladders. The pools that formed from their urine seemed to grow unceasingly, expanding at a rapid rate as the space inside their insatiable bladders seemed infinite, until the two rivers met and formed a giant pool.
When finally the two lovers finished, their streams dying off into thin, weak trickles dripping from their genitals, Merta got up from the ground, piss still dripping from her pale, scraggly pubic bush, and kneeled in front of Lawrence and bowed down to the floor, pressing her face to the urine-soaked ground, cum still dripping from her ass as she lay prostrate in deference to her guest.
Merta straightened up just as Holo came in from the cellar. Holo looked at the two lovers, who were both completely naked, and her own pussy began to drool as well. Her eyes glazed over with jealousy as she watched the young, innocent nun on the ground, still dripping in dirt and piss, but she said nothing as she then glared in Lawrence's direction.
Holo did not acknowledge what had happened, and instead turned to leave without saying a word. Lawrence put his clothes back on and followed her, leaving Merta behind to clean up the mess in the greenhouse.