They kissed, arms wrapping round one another, hands groping and clutching and squeezing.
Their kisses were hot and long, not too desperate, hungry but savored. The stranger felt how her lips and her tongue prodded at him, as if testing him.
The minutes melted on by, their heads shifting , noses skimming past one another in deep sucks of air. Y'shtola simmered out a mewl, feeling the stranger's hands giving her rump an eager squeeze. In response, she slid a hand down to the band of his trousers. A hooked thumb and a shove, and the trousers crumpled to the floor alongside his undergarments. His cock sprung into the open, throbbing and pulsing against her stomach.
Y'shtola slid her other hand behind his neck before she pulled on him, forcing their kisses deeper, shoving her tongue into his mouth. The stranger groaned as he felt her hand wrap around his cock. She applied just the right amount of pressure to keep him erect but not too excited, and he felt her core tighten, deliberate in how she moved her skin against his tip. He grinned in challenge, kissing back with a force that made her mewl. Y'shtola wasn't one to get pushed around, and that fact made him harder. It had been much too long since he had the privilege of being inside a woman who knew exactly what he wanted.
Y'shtola stumbled back, rolling her hips against him, feeling his cock arc up, against her, pulsing as its veiny length indented into her skin. He certainly put that gorgeous body of his to use, which was more than she could say about most other men she'd been with.
She let out a squeak when she felt his tongue broach her lips with intent, stuffing itself down her throat. She choked a bit, realizing too late that a hand had slid its fingers into her hair. She sucked in a breath, losing herself in the feeling of being dominated by a kiss, overpowered by the man's sheer vitality and desire.
He flashed between skin and aether in her vision, and the maroon warmth seemed to envelop her, drawing her deeper into her own wanton lust.
She ripped her mouth from his, panting hard as strings of spit lilted between their lips. She reached down to the cock pushing into her belly, running a hand on top of it, earning a few more pulses. She slid it down a few inches before she wrapped her hand around it in a fist. Pump, pump, pump. She hissed, the weight of it pushing up against her womb.
She was quick to reach up for his head, crashing their mouths together again. In the midst of their shifting lips and heady moans, Y'shtola turned herself around, peering her head up to face him, her back pressed against his chest. Then, she closed her legs.
"...mmMMN!" the stranger's pleasured moans mounted into a loud groan, his mouth slipping off of hers as he sucked in a breath. His eyes looked down to see that Y'shtola had positioned his cock between her thighs. She looked up at him, biting her lip as her supple chocolate skin enveloped his throbbing cock over and over, sliding back and forth with every roll of her hips.
Y'shtola gave another clench of her thighs, earning another hiss. She bit her lip at how she unwound him, how his hands couldn't resist the urge to glide down to her thighs and squeeze.
The strangerś hips matched her tempo, pulling and pushing his prick in the enveloping pocket of her thighs, in and out, in and out. His skin was so pale compared to hers, even his cock pulsed and throbbed in contrast, an angry pink and white that poked out of her darker skin.
Y'shtola grabbed onto his cock again, making him grunt as she blocked the head from pulling out of her thighs completely, the top of her fist walling off the edge of his crown every time his hips did a backwards pull.
She relished in the spurt of precum she earned, feeling its stickiness eeke out onto her knuckles. She giggled when she felt a hand grope onto a bra-covered breast to give it a hard squeeze.
Y'shtola craned her neck up again to face the merchant, her free hand stretching above and behind her to clasp onto his neck. The stranger snapped his mouth onto hers, relishing in the warmth of her kisses as she kept pumping the head of his cock, as he began to thrust harder with his hips.
She felt herself growing wetter in his arms, the lace of the black panties hugging tight to her hips growing more and more soaked with every slide of his meat.
She pulled back from his mouth. They shared a look, and the hand at his neck slid onto his cheek...before sliding a few inches so she could pop her thumb into his mouth.
"So it seems you're good with your mouth in more ways than one," Y'shtola said, sliding the thumb against his tongue, giving an intentional clench of her thighs at the same time. She upped the pace of her thrusts, feeling him throb against her clothed but dripping cunt. She pulled the hand away from his face, and shot it onto the wrist of his free hand. Y'shtola yanked it off her thigh, practically shoving it against her crotch. "What about your hands? Or is it really true that the only quality of a good merchant is his tongue?"
Not another thrust later, and the stranger's hand had slipped into her panties.
Y'shtola sucked in a gasp, the nails still clinging to his wrist digging into his skin. She gave a desperate thrust around his cock. Her eyes shot open when he immediately found her clit, and began to give it vicious rubs.
"O-Oh...!"
Her ears twitched as bolts of sensation shot through her entire body. Her free hand flew back up to his neck again as he continued to rub and rub, making her hips roll into him, pulses of her arousal running through her in little waves.
The stranger bent down to the top of Y'shtola's head. He breathed in the scent of her hair before he reached up with the hand that had been on her chest and began to scratch her feline ear.
He felt her gasp, and the fingers he had in her panties began to stroke her clit up and down the length of his index finger in long, sticky slides. She was already soaked. He kept scratching at her ear, breathing on the coarse skin on the inside of it. He felt her tails fur snake against his abs.
"I think you'll find that I'm quote adept at both," the stranger growled, his words so lustful and hot against her ear that Y'shtola felt an excited shiver she hadn't felt for another man in ages. "Merchant skillsets possess more than you know, Archon. I could teach you a few things, if you allow me the privilege."
The stranger swooped down, sliding his fingers all the way inside her. She let out a pleasured sigh as he kissed down the tattoo on the left side of her neck, nose brushing aside the feather that drooped over it to suck in a deep whiff of her skin.
She scoffed, that challenging grin on her lips. She felt the fingers begin to pump into her, knuckles-deep. Her toes could curl, she was coming undone, but she withheld it to maintain her usual sass.
"I allow you to linger around for a bowl of milk, and the little kitten thinks he can teach me something?"
She wasn't usually so quick to slip into berating and condescension in such a blatant manner, but it was impossible not to with this man.
Besides...
The hand at her head dropped down to clamp down to her hip. The hand inside her followed suit, both of their thumbs slipping into the band of her panties and ripping it down, the lace rolled into a thin line of fabric banding her upper thighs. Y'shtola watched, breathless as she was stripped, the panties pushed down more as his hips pulled back...before slamming through her thighs so hard that the skin of her ass rang out with a clap against her skin.
Y'shtola moaned, her arousal skyrocketing at the raw sensation of this stranger's bare cock sliding flush against her bare cunt. The hand she had around his head shot behind them, fingers digging into the skin above his waist. She kept her other hand digging into his neck, forcing him to look into her eyes. She was smiling, impressed as her breaths grew ragged.
"So are you going to swallow your pride and have some mercantile discourse with me now or whatever it is Sharlayans do?"
"Oh, just shut up."
Their lips collided as the stranger began to fuck Yshtola's thighs in earnest. They traded as many moans as they did spit, her fingers laced into his hair to ensure he couldn't leave, holding his tongue captive with hers.
Faster and faster, the stranger's cock slid into the velvety warmth of her skin, poking in and out of Y'shtola's thickness in a mesmerizing rhythm. All the while, the stranger kept fingering her. The pace that his fingers glew into her mirrored the pace of his hips; steady, deep, and own arousal ached at the feeling of how tight and hot and wild she was, imagining what it would all feel like if he sunk his cock inside of it.
Spit flowed between their chins, their necks stained with the streams of their intense making out, their panting dense and heady whenever they parted lips only for their tongues to keep the dance going.
By now, the stranger was pounding into Y'shtola with driving thrusts, his thighs smashing into her ass hard enough to make her groan with every forward buck.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
With his hands clamped around her waist, it was clear the stranger was racing to his end. Y'shtola parted her lips from his, wheezing out moans in desperate heaves as she clung with the hand that remained into his neck.
She fingered herself with her other hand, rubbing faster and faster against her clit, her cunt gushing its sticky heat all over his cock, pulsing and pulsing for it to enter her.
They kept their faces looking at each other as the stranger held one last breath, his white skin turning red as he came undone completely, one last thrust spilling into the end.
Y'shtola was left hiccuping in the intensity of her pleasure, catching her breath as their hips stopped colliding. She watched, eyes wide as the aether captured every solitary rope of cum that barreled out of his pulsing meat.
Within seconds, massive wads of fresh nut was congregating in gravity-bound splotches against the dark brown softness of her thighs. They raced down Yshtolaś legs in hot dribbles. But more impressive were the ropes of cum that didn't land onto her legs. She saw them, thick and volatile globules of semen, flying through the air like chunks of candle wax. At least three or four ropes splattered in front of them, the farthest reaching at least 3-4 fulms in front of them.
She swallowed at the sight, feeling her cunt throb even hotter.
When it was all said and done, all Y'shtola could notice was that he was still hard. She reached down between her thighs, ignoring the sticky mess, grasping him as he caught his breath. He chuckled, reaching up to scratch between her ears. Usually Y'shtola would have seen the move as degrading, but in the current circumstances with her current partner, she had half an inkling to purr.
She leaned back into him, the heat of her back sinking into his sweaty chest.
"Sorry I um...I reached my concluding statements before you did. I don't know how scholarly debate stuff is supposed to go. But!" a hand of his was quick to hover over her crotch, a finger craning down to rub at her clit. Y'shtola's hips slid up against his touch on instinct. "...I think I made my thesis about mercantile skill sets pretty clear, yeah?"
Y'shtola rolled her eyes, but chuckled all the same. She shuffled forward on her feet, staggering for a moment when she slipped out of the reach of his arms, off of his still-erect cock. She turned to face him, a hand at her hip. Her tail swished side to side behind her.
"The only thing you've proven to me is that you are not equipped to handle your own...composure under pressure," the stranger was about to open his mouth in protest when her hand shot out and grabbed onto his prick, circling around in an expert twist. The stranger shut up. "...but...I'm willing to give you a second chance, using that mouth of yours."
"Oh?"
Y'shtola gave his solid prick a tug, making him follow her lead. It was a journey of a couple steps, but it felt interminable for the merchant, his eyes glued to the deadly sashay of her wide hips and the shifting of her thick lower cheeks. When they stopped, knees at the bedside, Y'shtola slid her hand off him, gesturing towards the sheets.
"On your back, like a good little kitten."
"Yes, mistress."
The stranger had obviously said the moniker in jest, doused in sarcasm, but Y'shtola couldn't deny the thrill that rang out in her chest. "Mistress" had a fine sound to it, and she played it over and over in her head as she watched this stranger obey her, crawling up onto the sheets, defenseless and bare on his back. She licked her lips at the sight of his pale skin, how elbows and palms and balls of feet were pink in contrast, like bruises on fruit.
The hand at her hip dipped down to the band of her panties and she stooped over, pulling them past the supple threshold of her thighs, the lace streaking down to smear the cum still stuck to her skin.
Standing back up straight again, Y'shtola let the cum-soaked lace slide down the rest of the way to her ankles, where she slid her feet through, and stepped out of them.
The stranger watched it all on his back. He pumped his prick at the sight of her, mouth going a little dry at how her mature curves juggled with how she lifted her legs, one after another. Now all that Y'shtola wore was the bra banding around her chest, the choker and its jeweled pendant, and the green feathers hanging below the fringe of her hair.
She practically glowed in the lamplight as she lifted a leg onto the bed, making the stranger's breaths race. Then, to his surprise, she swung a leg over his chest, planting both knees into the sheets on either side. A string of her juice leaked onto his skin.
Y'shtola began to move again, shuffling back on her knees until that cunt hovered over his face.
The stranger didn't hesitate, his hands slipping over her full ass and pulling her down onto his awaiting mouth. He let out a muffled moan against her lower lips, slurping and licking in greedy cuckles, his nose brushing the tuft of her white pubic hair crested above her vulva.
Y'shtola purred at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Her hips rocked into his efforts, back and forth slides as her fingers dug into the sheets. She reveled in his eagerness for a few more moments before she turned her attention to what stood neglected before her: his cock, throbbing and waiting, its veiny pink length begging for her lips.
She felt her mouth water as she lowered herself above it, the pungence of its masculine scent bursting through her nostrils and stoking a primal sort of need. Her furry ears twitched.
She wrapped a hand around him, giving the shaft a few hearty strokes. Gods above, she loved how much he throbbed in her grip. Not another moment was wasted before Y'shtola's head surged forward and stuffed her mouth full of the stranger's dick.
A collective moan rang out as she began to suck, up and down, up and down, shoving the prick deep enough to knock against the entrance to her gullet. Her hand kept a firm clamp at the base of his shaft, giving occasional squeezes, encouraging him to throb within the slick heat between her cheeks.
The merchant let out a surprised yelp when, only a couple minutes into their mutual body worship, he felt her take him into her throat.
Y'shtola only let out a few gags, determined to take the stranger's pale monster, a bulge forming in her neck.
All the while, the stranger kept devouring her cunt. He was in heaven, his hands losing themselves in the thickness of her plump flesh, excess skin spilling between his greedy groping fingers. He had free reign to suck and lick and eat to his heart's content, and he wasn't letting the opportunity go to waste. She tasted better than he imagined, and he knew his appreciation wasn't going unnoticed by the way her hips quaked with every lick to her clit, how she groaned into his crotch with every hearty wriggle of his tongue wedged inside of her.
She had to commend him. She'd slid her head forward until she kissed his crotch now, his prick lodged balls-deep inside of her mouth. The few Hyur men she'd given a chance had long since met their limit by now, and in terms of his assets, he rivaled the lucky but more numerous Hrothgar men she'd indulged in. His taste kept her head bobbing up and down as her throat hummed in satisfaction.
She chalked another mark towards her intuition; she'd been right about this man, he was a good time.
They continued for what felt like at least an hour, melting into each other's mouths, writhing and grinding their naked bodies against one another.
Y'shtola came first, a messy release that the stranger obviously saw as a blessing. Even with his mouth and his face inundated in her sticky heat, he kept going, lavishing gentle licks to ease her through the climax into the next.
This stranger had far exceeded her expectation, and Y'shtola was finding herself losing more and more of her inhibitions with every suck of his cock. She wasn't just throating him now, but had taken to fully committing her attention to worshiping him from base to tip.
Running his cock against her cheeks, her nose brisking against the length of it as she ran slow licks all the way up to his tip, circling her tongue around his crown. Y'shtola always had fun with driving men crazy using just her lips and her fingers, but she'd never treated a cock with quite so much praise and unabashed adoration.
It didn't help that the stranger's unrelenting feast between her legs only drove her more and more mad with animal lust. She'd never had so many consecutive orgasms from a man's tongue before, and each one that built off the one before it only made her loins pulse with more need.
She needed more from this stranger, making the sentiment clear after she squealed out her fourth orgasm and swallowed his entire length again in one go.
The stranger shuddered out a groan. He'd been holding on for quite a while solely because of Y'shtola's varied pacing. But now, she was back to throating him with a ferocious hunger. Even with the mess he was making between her legs, he could hear the sloppy gurgling and choking, hear every time his fat cock breached her throat and filled up her neck full of him.
All at once, the stranger could feel the built-up arousal from the past shared eternity of foreplay burst out of him, straight down Y'shtola's neck.
He planted his face into Y'shtola's soaked snatch, his fingers clamping around her ass and squeezing while his hips bucked in an uncontrolled flurry. Throb after throb of spunk rendered him limp and helpless, pure sensation searing through him as Y'shtola's hot body pinned him to the sheets. He felt like he was choking, asphyxiated by her crotch as she made intentional downward pushes of her hips to keep his head flattened by her leaking pussy, but he endured it. As long as he was between this incredible woman's legs in any way, the merchant was in heaven.
Y'shtola wrung him over every drop that she could, her hands coming into play as they twisted and rotated around half of his meat, the other half sucked in a merciless hot grip between her cheeks, coaxed along by her tongue.
By the time that it was all over and Y'shtola slipped the prick out from her lips, not a single drop of cum followed, only a frothy line of her throat-spit that dribbled down onto her nose as she looked up at it, placing her face at his base so she could give a proper kiss to his balls.
Her hand ran along the top side of his length, feeling its slimy pinkness throb back to life. He was still as hard as before, and the sight of it, the smell of it made something inside of her snap.
Her pussy ached for him to fill it.
The stranger spluttered out gasps, his chest rising and falling amidst desperate gulps of air. That was one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
He lay there, feeling Y'shtola's bottom half retreat from his face. He couldn't do anything to make it stay, not when his body still twitched from the aftershocks of his release. He brought an arm up to cover his eyes, picking up on Y'shtola's footsteps and the rustling of some type of fabric as he focused his efforts on catching his breath and recovering.
It was by the time his breath leveled out that the stranger felt hands grabbing onto his forearms. He let them stay limp, blinking his eyes open to see that Y'shtola was towering above him again, a sight that made his cock throb.
She still had her bra on, and his eyes roamed down her curvaceous body, lips licking at the sight of that white patch of hair between her legs, at that sopping cunt positioned right above his crotch.
That was when he felt a sting of pain from his wrists.
The merchant's eyes widened when he realized she'd tied his wrists together. Not only that, but it seemed she tied him to the bedframe itself, his arms unable to break free even when he pulled.
Y'shtola chuckled, biting into her lip as she slid her hands down his arms, watching them as they slipped onto his broad chest, fingers running through slight curls of masculine hair, her skin a pleasing contrast against his light complexion.
She brought her hips forward when she planted her hands at his stomach, pushing down to support her weight. They shared a sigh when her bare cunt run up the underside of his shaft, pushing his cock down against his body.
Y'shtola had a wild and hungry grin on her face. Her lips sunk into her bottom lip. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this horny. A sultry sort of giggle slipped out of her at the sight of this hapless man, so helpless under her thrall. Again, she pushed her hips forward, earning another groan and another pulse of his cock against her heat.
"Do you want to fuck me, stranger?" Y'shtola said through heated breaths, pushing her hips forward far enough now that his cock was flattened against the base of his abs, pulsing flush against his skin. Her words, usually more eloquent and becoming of an Archon that knew words should only leave lips when tempered through intellect, were crude and demanding and motivated by pure lust. Another sultry chuckle slipped out of her throat, and it made her breasts give a delightful shudder. The stranger moaned. "This is the reward you so craved, is it not? Filling up this cunt of a woman you just met without so much as a 'please'. Was your impression of me so distasteful that your base little mind could only conceive of me as another common whore?"
"On the contrary, I-"
A sting of pain made the stranger shut up. The sound of struck skin rang out in the room. Y'shtola's hand remained in the air above his face when he turned back to look at her, his cheek turning red from her harsh slap.
He poked his tongue at the raw cheek, his grin widening. His cock throbbed again. So this was what she was into?
Y'shtola's breath shuddered with excitement. Her eyes flashed. She'd dabbled in this sort of roleplay before, but never diving headlong into it. Just from the look on his face, she could tell that the stranger was more than willing to dive in with her.
"Don't speak unless permission is granted, kitten," Y'shtola lowered the hand down to his cheek, giving it a soft pat. "Is that clear?"
The stranger swallowed at how she cocked her brow.
"Yes-!"
She slapped him again.
"Yes, what?"
He paused, hissing as she ran her folds along his shaft again, pre-cum splurting out onto his skin.
"Yes, mistress."
Y'shtola felt a shudder of arousal shoot up through her. She never thought she'd be this enthralled with this sort of talk. To think that she was so hot when addressed with a moniker he'd given her in jest.
She began to roll her hips, establishing a pace to the way her cunt glided over him, back and forth, back and forth. By now, the stranger's cock was almost red, pulsing and slick with her juices inundating every inch of its length.
She lowered herself down until her bra-clad breasts pillowed against his chest. She let her hips roll against him, flattening his cock again and again, coaxing out the desperate moans she so loved to hear spill from his lips.
She captured them in a bout of passion, kissing him deep, feeling him squirm. She'd tied him up with the sleeves she usually wore, something temporary just to indulge her in experimenting for a bout of play.
Y'shtola pulled her head back the moment the kisses began to grow more heated. She giggled at the sight of the stranger's tongue stretching out in the absence of her mouth embracing it.
She sat up on her haunches again, his eyes like brands against her skin,sizzling against every plush curve, trying in vain to burn off the lace still cupping her breasts.
Y'shtola reached down, delicate fingers tracing his crown. The stranger hissed, thrashing about, the bedframe groaning in protest at how he pulled at it.
"Do you still want to be inside me? Because your little friend seems desperate for a bit of release..."
Y'shtola started to rub her pussy against him again, but this time, she kept fingers holding its rigidness upright from below, her other fingers surrounding his cock at several points of contact, giving the most delicate of squeezes. The stranger was starting to see spots.
"Ngh..." the stranger's words had a difficult time squeezing through the hard clench of his teeth. "...good merchants gah! -l-like to give free samples first...!"
He choked out his words before another loud moan overtook him, and his head threw itself back deeper into sheets.
Y'shtola rubbed a thumb against his urethra, placing enough pressure to make the stranger's locked knees tremble.
"And what did I say in regards to speaking out of turn?"
She squeezed him mid-stroke before the hand under his cock pushed his shaft up, making it press right against her folds, the lip of his head brushing the engorged throbbing of her clit. The stranger yelped, nails digging into palms.
"S-Sorry, mistress. Please-"
Y'shtola tsked, disapproving. Merciless.
She resumed her thrusts, ensuring his cock felt every forwards slide.
"Mmm...no, no, I believe we've long breached the parameters where an apology would suffice, don't we think?" Y'shtola then pulled back her hips, settling down just south of his prick, granting her enough leeway to wrap a fist around his shaft. She began to pump, each motion of her wrist making him moan louder. "First, you speak out of turn. Then, you presume I asked for but a sample of what you can offer me. Therein likes the most irksome 'quality' of your ilk: so blinded are you by greed, you merchants are quick to assume what we want. All for the quick jingle of gil."
Stroke, stroke, stroke, Y'shtola was pumping him fast now, the stranger's hips lifting off the bed. He gasped, holding himself back with every fiber of his being as he pulsed in her grip. Y'shtola stopped, letting the room fill with the sound of his panting, unwrapping her fist and tracing her fingers up to rub at his cock's tip again. She could just barely bite back on the moan of pleasure that tried to bubble out of her throat at the sight of him, his fit body in a sheen of sweat, twitching and writhing under her delightful torture. A lump formed in her throat, making her almost break character with how horny she was.
"So...I will ask again, perhaps slower and with words simpler for my little kitten to comprehend...do you want to be inside me?"
"Yes, mistress!"
Another flash of heat ran through her, her hips jutting forward on instinct, her folds leaking against his balls. She began to stroke once more, feeling him throbbing, harder and harder.
The stranger felt Y'shtola's free hand grab him by the chin, forcing him to look at her. He didn't know if he had turned away his gaze on purpose, lest he reach that dreaded early end from the sight of her perfect body. He let out a choked moan, and it prompted the hand at his chin to wrap around his throat.
Y'shtola kept pumping, kept squeezing. Harder and harder...
"Look at my cunt," Y'shtola said, pointing his cock towards it, slathering it with more of her leaking arousal. She was close to her breaking point, her own teeth clenching as the madness of what this man had turned into made her loins bubble over with heat. She squeezed the fingers around his neck. "You want to be inside of me?"
"Y-Yes, mistress!"
"Are you sure? You want this very hot and wet cunt wrapped tight around this cock of yours?"
The stranger was choking on his own inhales now, more than half of his vision comprised of spots. He writhed with ragged breaths while Y'shtola kept pumping him, kept coaxing out more and more pulses as his balls clenched.
"G-Gods oh fuck- yes!"
His eyes were glued to her cunt now, and he gasped in air as she stopped choking him. The hand on his neck found her pussy, and two fingers slid down to spread it open. He saw her insides, how soft and pink they looked. Y'shtola let him feel them a bit, pushing forwards a few inches to let his pulsing cockhead kiss her sticky heat.
Her strokes became violent. Hard, faster, and ruthless, she tugged and tugged at his pulsing cock. The stranger's face was turning red again, his body lashing out as he was wracked in wave after wave of sensation. His yelps echoed out in the room between the moist sound of Y'shtola jacking him off.
Y'shtola gasped at the first shot of his climax, the thick jet of spunk shooting right into her exposed cunt. The stranger watched as her hand brought him into his finish, more lines of white following the first, splurting out in violent throbs.
"Aghnch...!"
HIs vision spiraled into stars as his climax continued. Y'shtola only watched, breathless.
Within seconds, her entire cunt was covered with his seed. She felt the shots o cum that had made it inside of her, the viscous heat making her loins throb with more desire. More ropes squirted onto her as she kept coaxing them out with her fist, letting the stranger paint her stomach and all the skin around her crotch in white globules of baby-batter.
She moaned, shifting her weight to thrust into his cock. It was over too soon, and Y'shtola was left with his shaft in her hands, and a mess of nut sticking and leaking all over her skin, some ropes even splurting up to her chest. Swallowing, she reached her hands up to her mouth, cleaning her fingers of his pungent seed.
The stranger's breaths were heavy once more, and they shuddered with how much tension was leaving him after his climax had turned his nerves asunder.
Y'shtola refused to let him recover.
"...!"
The air rang out with a collective cry, followed by the light smack of skin.
Y'shtola had hilted him inside of her.
She threw herself onto his chest, and before the stranger could even open his eyes, her hips began to move. Y'shtola's face collided with his as she let a deep moan tumble down into his throat.
Her hips worked her hungry cunt up and down on his rigid prick, the bed rocked with every thrust. The stranger was eager to meet her tongue with his, coiling them together as their hungry kisses devolved into a knot of spit, noses crashing into each other with every shift of their heads.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Y'shtola brought her hips down onto his with a force that made her skin go alight. She couldn't remember the last time a cock felt this good, burrowing so deep inside of her, throbbing against spots she didn't think a common Hyur like him could reach. She squealed, her mind's seams coming undone. As her tongue writhed in suckling slides against the stranger's, her eyes rolled into her skull.
Y'shtola came.
She squealed into his throat, her hips crashing down onto the stranger's as her body shook and quaked above his, her huge tits pillowed between them.
The stranger only groaned, his chest swelling with seeing Y'shtola in this state. Such a composed and refined woman, a Sharlayan Archon, no less, reduced to a squealing mess atop his cock. It was enough to make the stranger's arousal swell up to the point that he might as well not have had an orgasm a couple minutes ago.
Y'shtola continued, her hips beginning their rhythmic rolling as the last few waves of her peak began to taper out. She was still very hot. The climax had served to release the tensions she'd built up with all her teasing, but it also served to open the floodgates for more desire to spill out and bolster her arousal. As she kept shoving her tongue down this stranger's throat, Y'shtola couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this horny.
She pulled back from the stranger's mouth, both of them sharing in their breathy gasps. They looked into each other's eyes. Y'shtola could only see the passion, that dark swirling maroon of his aether enveloping her in its madness. She wanted to lose herself in it completely.
She gave him another deep kiss before she sat up once more, hands on his chest. She bit into her lip as they fucked in silence, watching his reactions, watching the sparks that flew off the aetheric shape of him with every roll into his crotch.
Now that she'd relinquished the tension from before, Y'shtola took her time and moved in slow, measured thrusts. She coaxed out gasps from him, delightful little moans. The stranger was on the brink once more. He hissed, shutting his eyes again at how tight she was, but also at just how incredible Y'shtola was at fucking him; her insides gave the most perfect clenches and squeezes, hugging tighter at the perfect times, milking out more of his pre-cum to coat her walls.
"Do I meet your expectations? Do I feel good? Wrapped around you like this, hot and wet..."
The filthy talk that was so unbecoming to Y'shtola also felt so natural when she fucked herself on him like this, watching this grown man squirm, unable to reach out and touch. If she'd known it'd fill her with so much satisfaction, she would have tried this a long time ago.
Especially with the excitement she got from one phrase in particular...
"Y-Yes, mistress..." the stranger moaned out, a lustful grin on his face when he cracked open an eye to glimpse her tanned cum-covered skin bounding up and down on his cock. "It feels so good..."
More questions and dirty words and beratement slipped out of Y'shtola's lips. Each one earned more throbs inside her, but also made her all the more excited to continue. She loved every "mistress" she pulled out of his lips as much as she loved every moan.
He would cum in the middle of their banter, making Y'shtola's own pace stop as she felt him fill her with a voracity that made her eyelids flutter.
He came just as much as he did before, but this time every solitary blast of spunk that barreled inside of her pooled inside her thirsty womb. She'd felt the seed of a couple men in her time, but none of that had felt this hot, this filling.
For the stranger's part, he almost giggled with how giddy his climax made him feel, y'shtola's inner muscles seeming to milk his shaft of every drop of cum that he had in his balls, squeezing and clenching in a pulsing heated grip. It made the other two climaxes he had that night pale in comparison.
But of course, only a few gasping breaths after the final shot of his climax, and Y'shtola began to move again.
He opened his eyes, and this time Y'shtola fell forward, the movements of her hips making the feathers of her headdress sway with her hair, with the tantalizing shake of breasts his eyes have yet to behold.
Y'shtola had on that wild grin as hse peered down at him, noticing his wandering gaze.
"Greedy little kitten..." she said, a sultry observation. "I can see you lick your lips from here. Do you crave the milk of your mistress? To take these soft breasts and defile them with your lustful paws?"
"Yes, mistress," the stranged groaned out, feeling his cock fully-erect again. He felt oversensitive as the bedsprings mounted in their groans of protest, the sex heating up again when he'd just achieved climax less than a minute ago. "Let me suck on your tits...!"
Y'shtola let out a giggle of mirth at that, the baldfaced vulgarity of the stranger's request exciting her to no end.
"Just the response one would expect from such an incorrigible kitten," Y'shtola leaned back, and the stranger's eyes followed. Y'shtola looked down on him, licking her lips with the sexiest look imaginable on her face. She supported her weight with an arm pressing down on his thee behind her, the position making her chest push out a bit more, their buxom curves bouncing up and down, up and down... she brought her free hand up to rest upon her chest. "...it makes a mistress' decision to allow such a mouth near her milk come into question..."
"Please, mistress-"
Y'shtola raised the finger up on her chest, shaking it from side to side. The stranger knew better than to disobey, and he shut up. The show of obedience was rewarded.
"T'would be best for you to indulge in one of your mercantile practices," Y'shtola said, reaching in front of her, finger and thumb grasping the clip between the jiggling swells of her tits. "...I'll permit you a sample."
With that, Y'shtola unclasped her bra.
The stranger's eyes widened, excitement pulsing through him...but the moment the braw fell away to the bed and Y'shtola was now naked, an arm crossed her chest, covering her nipples from view.
He swallowed, unable to formulate any words at her new torture.
Y'shtola only giggled, getting another rise inside of her at his reaction.
She kept riding him, alternating the pace. She let out mewls whenever she'd feel him knocking against her g-spot, bringing a hand down to her clit. During a particular few thrusts, Y'shtola couldn't resist the urge to bring herself to climax, bounding up and down with a hand rubbing her clit before the plopped herself into his lap, shuddering and mewling, digging him into her cunt mid-climax to perpetuate the waves that pulsed inside of her.
All the while, she kept an arm covering her breasts. The stranger thought maybe she'd break during the climax, maybe it'd slip when she was bouncing on top of him, but still, not a single peep. To think that he'd cum inside of her twice already and she was knowingly withholding the sight from him only wound him up even more.
A few minutes later, and Y'shtola leaned forward.
The stranger had his eyes closed this time, resigning to the fact that she'd keep the visual torture, feeling another climax building at the base of his cock. He didn't know Y'shtola was looking down on him until a hand touched his cheek...and when his eyes cracked open, they shot wide when he realized the hand was connected to the arm that had covered her chest.
For the first time that night, the stranger saw Y'shtola's breasts. They shook and swayed in all of their glory only a few inches from his nose. His mouth watered. Her nipples were very dark, with wide areola.
Without hesitation, the stranger's head lunged forward...only for Y'shtola to pull herself back at the last moment. She chuckled at the sight of it, earning the stranger's eyes to peer up at her, hungry. Defiant. Again, his head surged forward, and again, she dodged.
They shared a heated look. Y'shtola's hips sped up faster. She knew he was close, she could tell from the way he breathed, from how frequent he throbbed now. Her own mouth watered thinking about another creampie filling her, the previous load he'd pumped inside already making a sticky mess between their skin.
Finally, she lowered herself, guiding her swaying chest right against the stranger's face. With a moan he shifted his head around to find the closest teat, capturing it between his lips. Y'shtola let out a mewl.
Just as he did between her legs, the stranger devoured her breast with the ardor of a man starving. He sucked at her tit like no man had done before, his tongue circling around the pebbly sensitivity of her nipples with such expertise that her fingers clenched tighter into the sheets.
Y'shtola didn't resist the next orgasm that ripped through her. She'd never employed such a ridiculous amount of control in sex, even if she preferred being on top, and determining the very nature of the sex for this long was enough to turn her brain into so much grey matter.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Despite the orgasm, Y'shtola sped up her downwards thrusts, forcing him through the gloving heat of her peak, forcing out another orgasm to chain into her last one.
"Ahn, y-yes, that's it you bastard," Y'shtola hissed through clenched teeth, seemingly dropping the roleplay in the face of such intense pleasure. "Just keep taking it...!"
The stranger was lost in all of this, his mouth shifting from one dangling breast to another, moans a consistent trickle out of his throat. His eyes rolled into his head at how hard she was thrusting into him, his cock twitching and twitching, his face suffocated with Y'shtola's sweaty tits.
A few strokes later and he came undone, lips groaning and shuddering out his release into Y'shtola's skin.
He felt his cum fill her, his cockhead wedged right up against her cervix as he planted in another hot load of spunk. It was the smallest of his climaxes so far, but it was still big enough to splurt out of her lower lips, to pool up with his last load inside of her fertile womb.
For the next few minutes, the pair shared in their grunts, their twitching moans until Y'shtola lifted her bottom half, sliding his erection out of her cunt. They both hissed as the action uncorked her swollen snatch, thick dollops of creamy cum splurting out of her cunt, the pressure making her let out a low noise.
She rolled off of him onto his side.
Another few minutes and the stranger opened his eyes. He was hard again, and once more, he felt a hand pumping at his erection.
He turned his head, his eyes meeting Y'shtola. She grinned at him as she kept stroking his prick. She was on her side, her other hand propping up her head. His eyes slipped down her curves, the cum leaking out between her legs. She still had her choker clinging to her neck, and the chained headdress that suspended the green feathers in her hair.
"I'm of the opinion that our discourse is bringing about some...fruitful insights, wouldn't you say?"
Y'shtola batted her eyelashes, sidling up closer to him. The stranger felt her chest press flush against his skin. With a chuckle he swatted her arm away before his own reached around behind her. In a hefty flourish he rolled on top of her, caging his arms around her head. She peered up at him, as if still waiting to be impressed.
"I for one am just happy my wit is sharp enough to keep you...stimulated," the stranger said, a hand reaching down to aim his cock against her, sliding his meaty weight up and down against her clit in long slides. He heard her breaths hiss out deeper from her nose. "...but I'm also of the opinion that there is much more mercantile- ngh!" he groaned when he gave a sudden push to slip his prick into her cum-laden folds. Y'shtola's hands slid up to his back, one of them sliding down to his lower hips, urging him deeper. She sank her teeth into her lip, a delighted mewl bubbling out of her while her eyes shut to savor his reentry. "-...more mercantile expertise I can share."
"Mmm..." Y'shtola's hips gave a gentle upward buck, easing him deeper into her, earning a hiss. She looked up with that smug grin of hers, eyes half-lidded. A hand slipped down from his shoulder to draw circles on his firm chest. The stranger lowered himself down to his forearms, irrevocably drawn to her lips. "...so more tariffs, trade surpluses, protectionism, and the like?"
The stranger gave one last push, letting out a sigh as he hilted himself. She still felt as wet and tight and eager as before, a low noise rising out of him when he felt her inner muscles knead around his pulsing length. Her mouth was inches away now. Her measured breaths became inundated with his hungry ones, urging his hips to keep up their languid thrusts, the fingers digging into his skin coaxing them to get a little faster.
"...sure, surpluses, and...yeah, among other things..."
Another thrust, harder this time, dragging out another purr.
"Excellent...now, I must confess I owe you a bit of credit; you are quite the gifted orator to hold my attention for this long on matters of commerce."
"I appreciate it. Others of my profession can be long in the tooth."
Their noses kissed, and Y'shtola let them remain as the sole bridge between faces, keeping her mouth just out of reach. Their voices lowered to heated murmurs. He kept thrusting deeper and faster, the churn of their coupling growing louder than their words.
"Mind that pride and that tongue of yours. You still have plenty of opportunities to bore me."
The stranger chuckled, swooping in for her lips, denied by a turn of her head. He imprinted the smile against the whiskered lines on her cheek instead.
"I see it as having plenty of opportunity to stimulate you," he reached up to her face, rotating it up towards his again. He gave a deep thrust, holding his position there, his shaft pulsing against Y'shtola's innermost depths. "...and as luck would have it, the night is still young. Young enough to prove to you that my tongue is more than silver."
Y'shtola reached up and gave a lick at the tip of his nose. The hand at his chest slinked around his neck.
"Very well, kitten. Indulge me."
In the next breath, she pulled his face down to hers. Their hips rocked in tandem, ringing in the second leg of their heated discourse.
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