Yelps and groans inundated the air of the innroom, the clamor of noise seconded only by the rough claps of sweaty skin. Y'shtola's voice rose up above it all in a loud squeal as she came for the umpteenth time.
"Oghn- Y-Yes, that's it you bastard...!"
She was on her side, one of her arms intertwined with the stranger's to keep her steady, her other arm busying itself between her legs. Her fingers gave vigorous rubs to her clit as her orgasm crashed through her in an intense wave of heat.
The merchant let out short grunts, struggling to keep his composure as every swing of his hips signaled closer and closer to his own end. His free hand was clamped around one of her thick thighs as he stuffed her fat ass full of cock. He felt the previous loads he had left in her rectum, watched it spill out with every outwards pull, her luscious asscheeks sucking him deep inside at the slightest forward momentum.
It'd been at least an hour since their brief respite, but neither could be too sure. As the stranger began to reach the limits of his restraint, bucking his entire weight into Y'shtola's frame, his efforts rippled out through her thick curves. Their bout had escalated to the point where even the bed couldn't contain their enthusiasm; the innroom's mattress had somehow slid off its frame, the sheets a tangled mess. Such trivialities were of no consequence to their entanglement, not when their lust had mounted far beyond what befitted a common tryst.
The stranger roared, succumbing to their collective need as he threw his hips forward in a rapid succession of bucks. He watched as each of them pushed Y'shtola further and further off the mattress, only the bottom half of her still perched on its ruined sheets. His eyes took in the sight of his demise, of his cock tunneling into the eager tightness of her rectum, of the beads of sweat that dotted the dark skin of the thigh he gripped splattering in the moonlight-
"NGHH-...NGRAHH...!"
The stranger's head whipped back as he planted himself flush against Y'shtola's rump, flooding her asshole with another load. He let out shameless moans to the ceiling, both hands now finding her thigh, pulling her into easy rocks of his hips. Y'shtola shared in his relief, her body twitching with every rope of hot spunk stuffing her anus. She couldn't remember the last time she'd allowed a man between her lower cheeks, but she had quickly discovered that she was willing to allow this particular merchant any indulgence he wished.
The stranger withdrew, pulling out of her with a low groan. His cockhead seemed to catch onto the tight rim of her sphincter, springing out of her plump chocolate cheeks, a string of cum sloping down and connecting to the globules that began to spill out. His hand took a palmful of her ass, and he spread the fleshy curtain of her asscheeks, watching as his previous loads bubbled out to join the rest of the mess, white staining the darkness of her skin, the same mess leaking out of her well-used cunt.
He was still hard, and he only got harder at the sight of his handiwork. y'shtola was as voracious as he was, and her libido gave him a run for his money. Y'shtola was thinking the same thing as she rolled herself onto her back. Her chest rose and fell in steady gulps of air. She looked up at the stranger, feeling like a hot and sticky mess.
For the first time in ages, Y'shtola felt like she could just let go. All the tension melted away from her worn body as her muscles went lax, her mind clearing itself of everything other than pleasure. Pleasure that she still craved.
She met his eyes, a hand snaking down between her legs. She fingered herself, allowing the sparking bliss to pull her lip open in trembling silent sighs. That irresistible curl of her lips, that hooded look in her white eyes, they beckoned for the stranger, and he shuffled forward on his knees without a single word.
Y'shtola began fingering herself even harder, the sound of her cum-stuffed cunt growing louder. When the echoes of her efforts reached his ears, the merchant's cock throbbed in excitement. His breaths began to race.
"Still eager to best me, are you?"
She spread her legs wide open for him, the stranger's eyes drawn to the pulsing of her needy cunt. He let go of his shaft on top of her crotch, its meaty weight making contact with her clit with a slick twhack!
They shared a grunt.
"Not at all, mistress," the stranger reared his hips back, eyes still locked with hers. He gripped himself, rubbing his engorged head against her heat. "I'm just trying not to bore you."
Another breath and he was balls-deep. Y'shtola bit into her lip as the stranger began to fuck her again, his expert hips driving into her with the intent to break her, a challenge she accepted. After a few strokes her legs locked around his back, pulling him as deep as he could get.
Before long their skin rang out again to fill the muggy air, and not too long after that, their hungry moans joined in the chorus.
The stranger lunged forward mid-thrust, hands shooting for her wrists. Y'shtola let out a purr of amusement, clenching around him when he forced her arms above her head, pinning them with his weight.
He couldn't get enough of her, of that look in her eye. He knew she had some kind of visual impairment, but he knew that she could see him. He felt her gaze reach out to him, felt her peer into him so deep that his chest tickled, as if she could look at his very soul. He let her look as deep as she wanted.
Y'shtola came. Her insides squeezed with every hot pulse of release. The stranger groaned at the sudden tightness, but he powered through, bucking his hips to run through her without cease.
Y'shtola chest was wracked with more pleasure than she thought she could handle. She felt entirely enveloped by this man's aura. If she tried to look only at the shape of his aether, Y'shtola couldn't see a shape at all; the entire room was doused in a passionate maroon, as if his desire permeated the very air itself, asphyxiating her, compelling her to beg for more.
And so she did.
"That's right ngh! y-you lascivious bastard. Just fuck me until you're dry. That's what you're ahn! best at, isn't it? Pinning women down and using them as your breeding stock?"
The stranger managed a smile, sweat coursing down his skin as he responded to her words with long, slower strokes, but ones that he knew would strike her so hard so deep that the string of hiccuping moans and bucks of her hips that followed were a given. He fucked her so hard she was almost off the mattress completely now, her head lolling about on the floor as her mouth fell open in a voiceless scream.
"Yeah that's right. And for all your posturing, you're nothing just a fucking beast in heat, aren't you? Nothing but a repressed ngh! Miqo'te slut, your womb just aching to be conquered by a nunh."
Y'shtola didn't resist the low noises that followed his filthy, border-line racist accusation. She pictured herself as the woman he painted her as, some unrecognizable slut, uncaring of social norms and lacking in any ambition nor desire for any iota of intellectual or spiritual growth, no sense of duty.
Just a fertile womb to be filled, her primitive excuse for a brain relinquished of all burden except the need for more cock.
"Then give it to me you gah! -sorry excuse of a familiar. If you so claim to be one worthy to breed a slut like myself then do it," ZY'shtola could hardly believe the words that she spat at him through clenched teeth, bursting through the enveloping torrent of rasping breaths. But they felt good, and by the way the stranger gave her that awestruck look, they sounded good. That was all that mattered. "Just swallow your useless babble and FUCK ME!"
The stranger sucked in a breath, feeling her uncharacteristic begs go straight into his cock. His hips let out a rapidfire chain of linked thrusts, each one hard enough to make Y'shtola squeal and struggle against the hands still clamped to her wrists. Their wild coupling shoved itself off the mattress, and now Y'shtola was being rutted into the floor.
The stranger let out a shivering moan, deep and desperate. He gave one last throw of his hips before he smashed his lips against hers. THey shoved spit into each other's mouths, tongues lunging for throats. A few seconds and the stranger reared back, repositioning himself on his knees as he towered over her.
His hands shifted to her legs, wrapping around her calves. Another breath and his thrusts resumed in a ferocious burst of desire. In and in and in and in, the stranger pounded into her. He kept Y'shtola's legs spread apart in a wide "V", the soles of her dangling feet pointed towards the ceiling.
They exchanged primal yelps and grunts as each powerful buck swung into another harder one. The impact of his skin against hers shortened to an intense staccato. Y'shtola spiraled into a chain of climaxes that rendered as nothing but a sack of meat, her hands useless and limp at the sides of her head.
"HARDER, OH BY THE TWELVE, FUCK ME HARDER YES, YES, OH GODS-!"
Y'shtola had never heard herself make such a desperate and shameless voice before, the peaks of her diction as shrill as wordless squeals.
No words from the stranger, not when he was feeling his own consciousness falter with the pressure of such insane pleasure squeezing in all around him. Y'shtola's body was a vision in the night, the moonlight washing over her dark skin in its glow, highlighting her breasts flying about and flicking sweat off their erect nipples, the undulating tightness of her core that shined with perspiration, the pretty roundness of her face that was twisted in sheer carnal bliss.
The stranger's mind flashed with how serene and confident and collected she was when he'd met her, always with a thesaurus' worth of retorts, all smug. And now, she really did just look like a worthless Miqote whor-
"GRAHH!"
Potent blasts of semen burst into Y'shtola in a torrent of heat. She was still in the middle of her own climax as she felt it, a steady stream of virility that pooled in her womb and replaced all the viscous nut that he'd scraped out during the apex of his rapid thrusts.
The merchant's burly arms wrapped around her legs, the bottom of her thighs kissing his biceps as he stuffed her with his seed.
Not a word was exchanged, and the same remained true when their eyes met, and he began to thrust again.
Just meeting her eyes was a trigger for the stranger to keep going, their animal lust reaching a feverish peak. Even in the middle of cumming, he rocked himself deeper into her heat.
With a grunt the arms at the back of her knees kept themselves locked against her skin as he pushed them forward until her toes brushed against the fur of her ears. He folded her in half, freeing Y'shtola's tail from being pinned to the floor. Excess spunk bubbled out of her and raced down the folds of her scrunched-up tummy as the cycle of his hips grew faster.
"Fuck me, you fool, just fill me up, keep-mmffph!"
Y'shtola's breathless pleas, as delirious as how she looked, were silenced by his lips. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his head, her free tail encircling his thigh the same way her tongue encircled his.
No more time was wasted before the stranger dedicated all his strength into pounding Y'shtola into the floor. Gravity aided the downward drives of his hips, every backwards pull succeeded with a harder forwards push. Y'shtola's felt utterly dominated and utterly powerless.
She never liked feeling that way; even in the most dire of circumstances she stood tall, facing death and defying demise with an unyielding stubbornness that'd make Matoya proud.
But right now, naked as her name day, folded in half and pinned into a small and powerless pile of soft meat against the hard and inescapable wall of muscle of a man she'd just met, Y'shtola sank deep into the madness of it, reveling in the fact that the only concern on her mind was how much more semen she could squeeze out into her insatiable cunt.
She loved it.
The stranger kept breeding Y'shtola in that position, staling her breath in merciless slams of his hips. They had separated their mouths, his cheek pressing against hers, sweat and spit rubbing and mingling against more sweat and spit.
Y'shtola kept begging for him to fuck her right against his ear in moaning whispers, like an incantation, over and over. It drove him deeper and deeper and in a few more slams of raw skin, he gave her what she begged for.
Another load of creamy seed barreled into Y'shtola's overflowing womb. Their yelps tensed up and turned into an exchange of hisses, of choked grunts. Her nails dug so deep into his shoulder blades that he swore she drew blood. Cum gurgled and spurted out of the tight seal of his engorged meat and her swollen folds, streaking down the downward slope of her stomach, pooling between the swell of her breasts. It was more cum than she'd ever felt in her life, more than enough to plant this stranger's child inside her belly.
And yet-
"M-More..." Y'shtola's teeth clenched as she shivered, her nails digging. "You haven't given me everything, bastard, give me more."
Minutes later and her exhaustion was supplanted with more adrenaline, with more animalistic carnal need as she squealed through a climax.
Contrary to the rapid insanity of their earlier coupling, the room now filled with deep and resonant strokes as the stranger flattened Y'shtola against the nearest wall. She clung to him with all her limbs indenting into his skin, pulling at his body as hard as she could.
"All it took was some poking and measuring w-with your nghah! stupid little tools and you reward a guy you just met rrghn! by bearing his child. Are all Archons as easy?" Y'shtola mewled when the stranger accentuated his final words by giving firm slaps to the bottom of her thigh. She clamped her lips on his sweaty shoulder, muffling her sobbing moans into his pale skin. "Or are you just the biggest slut to come out of Sharlayan?"
His words drove her over the edge and she ripped her face from his shoulder, throwing it back to slam against the wall behind her. She gasped for breath, cursing between her rasping heaves for air.
"Y-YES I'M SUCH A SLUT, ALL I THINK ABOUT IS COCK...!"
With a satisfied chuckle, the stranger gave her one last slap before his hands shifted amidst her climax, squeezing onto her plumpness in a tight grip. He buried his face against her neck, his tongue lavishing the arcane tattoo branded upon her skin. In the next minute, he unleashed the rewound tension of his loins in a maddening burst of rapid thrusts, bruising Y'shtola's lower back against the wall behind her.
They both yelled out as he spiraled, a mad race to his umpteenth load that made it impossible for their constricted lungs to replenish themselves with air.
The pace crawled to a sudden stop, the onslaught of pummeling skin replaced by a deafening silence; in contrast to the minute that preceded it, the momentary pause stretched out into an eternity, their every heartbeat an eon.
Then,
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
The stranger's fat cock swelled inside of her in long strokes from base to tip, cum spilling out like melted webbing between their legs as he rammed against Y'shtola's cervix.
For the first time that night, they shared in a simultaneous climax, cursing out and gasping as they clung to each other tight. Their sticky bodies pulsed together like exposed and oversensitive nerves.
He slid out of her as their peaks tapered out, the move making more of a mess, thick seed spilling out and splattering against the floor in long strings that trailed down the chocolate of her long legs.
Y'shtola heaved for air, staggering and clinging to his chest when he lowered her down from the wall. When the aetheric outline of his lips appeared in her vision, she decided his kisses took priority.
They kissed with as much hunger and as much need as before, their exhaustion melting away with every swipe of tongues, every breathy liplock. The stranger's cock rose to full mast again, poking at Y'shtola's belly, smearing its stickiness into the sweat-dampened smoothness of her skin.
Her hand guided it right above her womb. The pressure earned a mutual rush of excitement, hips drawn to each other in savorous rolls as he throbbed against the swell of his cum.
Their mouths separated from each other for breaths. Eyes blinked open, beholding each other. The stranger brought both of his hands up to her face, brushing aside the white fringes of her hair that stuck to her sweaty cheeks, running a thumb over the whisker-like facial markings crisscrossing her cheeks before gliding it along her bottom lip. The gestures were so tender and loving, a stark contrast to the way he'd been pounding into her body for his own satisfaction. It made Y'shtola's thighs slide against each other, the heat of her loins stoked with every trailing tease of his fingers. He reached up above her head then, and caught her ears between his thumb and his fingers. He rubbed them with a playful grin, earning a chuckle from her own mirthful lips.
She pulled him down onto her face, smiling mouths melding into another tousle of lustful kisses. In a matter of seconds and a few shifts of their heads, and their kisses devolved into rougher and rougher smacks of spit and air. The hands on her face slid down to her body, the hand she had giving idle strokes wrapping around him into a fist.
In less than a minute and once again Y'shtola pulled the stranger down into the relieving madness of a hard fucking, her moans spilling out of her raw throat, hoarse but still eager. She clamped her inner muscles to coax him deeper as the stranger fucked her from behind.
The stranger loved how she pulled at his hair, one of her hands reaching behind her over her shoulder. Her body sloped in a gentle curve as their legs spread apart to ground them, parallel. Each thrust made her tits bounce, each thrust made her moan louder. She peered up at him, her other hand clutching the back of his waist, as if desperate not to let him go.
Tongues knotted together once more as the sex grew discordant, skin smashing into skin, heat and desire rising into another apex of raw need. His leaden balls swung forward and smacked in fleshy slaps against her clit. y'shtola would come undone first, unable to handle the intimacy of such mindless debauchery, the hand that the stranger clutched tight around her left breast pulling her over the edge.
She fell forward, her cheek smushed against the wall.
"More, yes-...! Oh fuck, yes strike me deep, strike me hard, I need to feel you- nghh! -oh...oh, I need you...! Harder, oh Gods, I need your cum!"
A few more strokes and Y'shtola's plea was granted. So many loads had been planted deep that each of his virile throbs resulted in a cascade of semen to streak down and dribble onto his balls before spilling down to enlarge the puddle between their legs.
He buried his head into the back of Y'shtola's sweaty hair, breathing in deep. He felt her ears twitching against his forehead. His own ears heard a dull ringing sound as his senses felt shot, so much concentrated bliss overwhelming his sense of stability.
But by the way Y'shtola's inner heat squeezed, he knew they could manage for some more.
In no time at all, and Y'shtola was fucked into a screaming mess.
With her forearms being the only thing bolstering her frame, her face still forced against the wall, Y'shtola was fucked within an inch of her life. She peered through her aetheric senses but nothing could explain where he'd gotten the resurgence of such explosive energy as his hips hammered in and in and in her sopping cunt. Even after hollowing her out with such a brutal fucking, the stranger felt like her heat sucked him into her, insatiable.
"YES OH GODS, FUCK ME! FILL ME UP...! OH! OH! OH, TWELVE ABOVE JUST BREED ME, BREED ME, BREE-...!"
Y'shtola's begging was cut short by a harsh smack! that resounded throughout the room, cutting through the cacophony of their skin. The stranger slapped her thick ass again, making her scream. He grit his teeth to dust, his left hand entrenched into her side as he watched the sweat race down the smooth curve of her spine, every savage drive of his hips echoing into a ripple of her dark and luscious skin. Her choker was the only thing that remained on her skin, its pendant slapping against her with every forwards heave.
The stranger never relented, and he slapped her again and again, leaving burning red marks.
"You want to be bred?" the stranger growled through haggard wheezes, raising his voice to be heard above the harsh smacks he continued laying on Y'shtola's ass, the incessant stream of squeals pouring out of her throat, the sloppy and moist echoes of his prick rearranging her insides to his liking. "You- gah! -you want my fucking kids?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Y'shtola's tail shot out and wrapped itself around the stranger's waist, coiling tight, keeping him bound so close that the snap of his thrusts only grew faster. Y'shtola came so hard her moans cut short as she struggled to remain conscious, her body tensing up and falling apart all at once as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
She fell forward to the wall, nails digging into wallpaper, only the white of her eyes visible. She was too worn out to scream anymore; her words came out in moans that rose and fell and trembled.
"Breed me, please breed me, breed me…!"
In her cockdrunk state, those were the only words that she could process, the only words that spun around in the blank grey mush that used to be a brain.
She barely felt the pain when the stranger shot a hand out to wrench her head up, a fist taking hold of her hair. Her voiceless scream and the tears welling up in her eyes were overcome by the doubling of the intense pounding when a fist grabbed her tail by its base, and began to stroke its fur in feverish pumps.
She couldn't say anything in response to that, she couldn't protest to him continuing to tug and stimulate her tail, all Y'shtola could do was rasp out in breathless gasps for him to impregnate her, to claim her womb as his despite the fact that she didn't even know his name.
The stranger yelled out as he locked his knees and shoved himself to the hilt, her plump asscheeks flush against his pelvis. His balls throbbed as a fat load fulfilled her pleas. Each discharge of cum made him see stars, his desperate vocal outbursts deafened by the overstimulated ringing of his ears. His cum kept filling her. Almost all of his seed spilled out of her between their legs, but Y'shtola could still feel it all, the blossoming heat and the pain and the bliss turning her inside out. She had a drunk smile on her face, her tongue hanging out of her lips.
In her daze, Y'shtola suddenly reached inward with her aetheric sight.
She saw her egg nestled within her, fertile and ripe, fresh out of her ovaries. She saw the swimming sperm from the stranger's countless loads, barreling through her fallopian tubes. She watched them, teeming in their impregnating masses, racing to reach her egg, attempting to breach it. Her chest tightened at the sight.
It was fuzzy, the sensations of the sex and the cum and the weight of him still hilted inside of her making it difficult to hone in on such a microscopic scale, but she still felt enthralled at the spectacle. After several seconds of watching his sperm swim up to her egg and fail to breach its walls, Y'shtola knew: she needed more of his seed.
As if acting by primal need alone, Y'shtola summoned the last of her strength, pushing at the stranger's shoulders, making him stagger back and slip out of her cunt. He groaned, stumbling back and landing on his ass. He was still catching his breath and gaining his bearings after the sudden shove when Y'shtola straddled him.
He looked at her and was stunned at how feral she looked, spit spilling down her face, sweat streaking down her skin.
"Close…so close…" she breathed, wheezing for breath as her hand shot between them, her knees digging into the floor on either side of the stranger's body. Her other hand shot up to his face, nails digging into his cheeks. She sunk herself down onto his erection, both of them letting out a long and oversensitive groan. "More seed…just some more seed, and I'll have your ch-child…!"
In her delirium, their mouths molded together as she began to rock her hips back and forth, feeling the cum that didn't breach her womb splurt out of her to drizzle all over his crotch. Her heaving breasts pillowed against his chest, her erect nipples digging into his skin. The merchant let out a groan of effort, feeling himself throb back to full mast. To think that such a dignified Sharlayan Archon could act like such a shameless cumdrunk slut.
It made him summon the last of his strength, his hips bucking off the floor to make Y'shtola squeal into his mouth. The claps of their skin were dampened with the amount of cum and sweat that spilled between them as they grinded against each other with such fervor that it appeared they'd melt together into one. Her arms looped around his shoulders, all of her squeals tumbling down his throat, muffled by his tongue. She didn't stop slamming herself onto the stranger's meat, her insides gripping and squeezing him as tight as she could, desperate to make him cum. Nothing mattered to either of them now other than getting as close as possible, other than the stranger giving Y'shtola a baby.
Within minutes, Y'shtola came again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The stranger powered through it, groaning like a madman as the tightness asphyxiated him, stealing his breath as his girth tunneled through the constricting grip of cum-slick heat. His eyes flew open when he felt her legs lift off the ground and lock themselves behind his back.
He growled, squeezing the arm he had around Y'shtola's waist, his free hand shooting up to grab a fistful of her white hair. He wrenched her off of his mouth. Y'shtola was almost limp in his grasp, spit spilling between them as they panted, looking at each other, wild eyes barely able to focus.
"You want my kids ngh! that bad, huh? You want a little litter of kittens to remember me by?"
The stranger's words came out between heaving gasps.
To his shock, even in her cum-induced madness, Y'shtola still managed a semblance of a smile despite the fact her lips hung open and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. She blinked, and that ferocity returned to her eyes. He felt her give a squeeze around his pulsing shaft.
"Will you help me name them, stranger?"
The stranger managed his own grin, feeling his resolve quickly slipping as his balls pulsed against her rump, his cock throbbing as the tension and pressure began to overcome him.
"I'm not one to stick around."
"Then ahnn! -stop wasting your breath…and impregnate me."
Their mouths crashed together and in a flurry of lust, their hips collided to fulfill her plead. Y'shtola's mind turned into one giant nerve, concerned only with pleasure, focused only on milking this man of everything he could offer. Before she knew it, she was clinging to him with all four of her limbs in mid-air as he bucked into her while standing, the force of his thrusts bringing her to another orgasm immediately.
Her tail wrapped around them both as she felt him pulsing, heard him grunting into her tongue.
The stranger came with a force that made Y'shtola's body seize up, her orgasm linking into another and another as she clamped all of her limbs around the stranger's muscle, feeling him pump yet another fertile load deep into her eager guts.
She felt her energy seep out of her, but in the last moments of her consciousness, she peered within again with those aether tendrils. She watched as his cum spilled into her womb, watched as his seed shot straight down her tubes, watched as they battered against her throbbing egg.
And, with a euphoric smile, Y'shtola watched as one of his sperm latched onto her egg and breached its outer membrane, burrowing deep inside to fertilize it.
Just like that, Y'shtola was bred.
Reality spiraled and shattered, and all she could see was maroon.
Y'shtola slipped back into consciousness with a few blinks.
She was on a futon, a sheet draped across her nude body.
She took a moment to regain her bearings, groping out with her life force to feel out the aether around her, painting in broad strokes. Ah, right. Bokairo Inn. She sat up and winced as soreness and stinging throbbed in several areas.
Ah, right. She had begged to be treated like a common whore.
The perpetrator of it all, or rather, the man who enabled the worst of her spontaneous desires, sat a few paces from her. He was still naked, his back turned towards her, but he was poring over something, hunched over a table built in the Hingan style- its surface was closer to the ground, accommodating for use without a chair.
He hadn't noticed her stirring.
The stranger was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, and an easy smile was on his lips, his eyes trailing the progress of his transposed thoughts through the glint of eyeglasses. Pen scritched on parchment as his mind pored over his recent travels. He wrote my moonlight, but soon it'd be daylight as the night sky began to lighten, the moon slung lower and lower towards the horizon.
Within the next few minutes, the writing stopped, the pen laid to the side. He read over the parchment, lifting it to read the one underneath. The ink was dry by the time he was satisfied with the two-page letter. It was in the middle of his last scan that Y'shtola slinked over, draping her body against his, sucking in a breath.
Her arms slid over his shoulders, the coolness of her skin flush against his own. She gave a hum akin to a purr that rumbled against his shoulders. It was an intimate gesture, something she usually preferred to avoid. But she supposed tonight was a night of exceptions.
The stranger tilted his head to give her wrist a soft kiss.
"Rested well, I hope."
Y'shtola ignored the greeting, eyes scanning the page. A smirk curled on her lips.
"Mmm… 'To my dear Yae'...? I suppose it should be of no surprise that an incorrigible scoundrel should possess a Hingan lover that he writes to after a night with a stranger," Y'shtola said, snark dripping from her teasing tone. "...one of many across the realm, I presume?"
The stranger chuckled, folding up the letter, slipping it into an envelope.
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?"
"Please. There is no one who I envy less than those shackled by romantic commitment."
"I agree," the stranger said, taking one of her hands as he turned his head, their noses touching. Y'shtola noticed the glasses, noting how he looked more his age. "Which is why I only have friends. And Yae is one of them. You two share a resemblance, now that I think on it We also met at an inn, much like this one. Either way, she is just a friend- though 'business partner' is a more befitting moniker."
Y'shtola seemed to think on that.
"'Friend'..." she said, rolling the word in her mouth. "And am I to presume that I've earned such an 'befitting moniker' as well?"
"If you'd like." he seemed to appraise her for a moment with that smile of his.
They shared a look, sharing breaths and mirroring smiles. Their lips pressed together in a soft kiss, contented inhales following the next kiss, quiet moans bookending the last one. Y'shtola gave him another look before it turned into a side-eye.
"I think not."
"Then what?" he slipped an arm around her waist, a hand settling over her womb. "...father to your progeny, perhaps?"
Y'shtola gave a slap to his wrist, twisting her body out of his grasp as she stood to her feet.
"Gods above, at my tender age? Death would be a mercy."
"And yet, you begged."
The stranger made it up to his feet, and Y'shtola gave him a once over. She slipped on those eyes that drove him crazy, that snarky smirk on her lips. She took a step closer to him until her breaths wisped against his chest. A hand slid down to his scrotum…and she gave it a harsh squeeze. He groaned. She chuckled.
"You'd do good to forgo the mistake of conflating indulgence in paltry whims with reality, little one," Y'shtola said with a purr, withdrawing her hand from between his legs, tracing fingers up to his chest. She drew circles around his nipple, running it over the middle at random as her teeth sunk into her lip. "Though I would be remiss if I neglected to acknowledge your…enthusiasm in such matters."
The stranger shrugged. His eyes roamed downward, making a point of ogling her bare breasts. He peered up to meet her smug gaze.
"While I appreciate any compliment from you, mistress, the degree of my enthusiasm was borne purely from your encouragement."
"Really?" Y'shtola said, slinking her hand around his wrist, pulling it up to her chest. She cocked her brow, another hand closing over his to make him squeeze. "Solely from my encouragement...?"
A lump formed in the stranger's throat. He felt the blood rush down to his groin. Y'shtola goaded him on with a tilt of her head, as if impatient for an answer. He hadn't realized his other hand had slipped around her waist.
He cleared his throat, his face a facsimile of nonchalance.
"Well. If I can be so forward," Y'shtola rolled her eyes. He grinned. "I suppose there is a um, compelling quality to your..."
A hand reached out and grasped his shaft. His breath hitched, and Y'shtola stepped forward, earning a hiss as she pressed her tummy against his manhood.
"My body?"
She dropped the pretense, giving him a pump of her wrist. Her tail reached around and brushed its fur in a caress against the curve of his waist. Her grin grew toothy when another pump coaxed out a throb.
"...in so many words, yes."
Y'shtola chuckled, tugging at him with a few more teasing strokes. He was almost completely erect by the time she pulled away from him, leaving him semi-hard and empty without her touch. She liked the look of that, the man who had conquered her from the inside out, a ferocious wellspring of insatiable desire in the heat of the moment, left standing there at her beck and call. Throbbing and wanting.
She etched the image in her mind before she turned from him, tail slinking behind. The stranger's eyes remained on the delicious shudder that ran through her curves with every step, how her thickness beckoned for him and his touch. But he remained where he stood, even as the distance before them grew. She hadn't ordered him to, as she did the night before, but something told him it's what she wanted.
Y'shtola stopped in the doorframe leading to the outside air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh and briny air. She smelled the eve of dawn, heard the early stirring of gulls taking flight. Standing here like this, she felt unshackled, free of tensions she'd thought were inherent. Though she still wished to return to her research, for once, she knew that it could wait.
After all, her needs came first.
She felt his eyes still burning into the back of her skin, and it eased her eyes open.
With the way the waning moonlight cast its glow against the front of her body, Y'shtola's nakedness was cast in a pitch black silhouette from the stranger's perspective, her mature curves stretching out in a long shadow behind her. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder. Her gaze caught the light, glinting towards his direction.
She felt another rise simmer through her at how he looked at her, at how hard he was no, at how he still stood where she wanted him to without a single command.
"Well come on then," Y'shtola said, lowering her arms and turning her body towards him. She stepped backwards, out into the night. She reached up, and crooked her finger. "This inn's renown derives from its hot springs, does it not?"
The stranger finally moved from his place, stepping out of the relative darkness into the cool embrace of moonbeam. Y'shtola's turn to ogle.
"I suppose it'd be a waste to forgo a soak," he stepped up closer to her, out into the open air. Y'shtola allowed him to slide a hand against the small of her back. "especially when you're so sore."
Y'shtola let out a hum.
"How considerate," she said. "A gentleman and a merchant."
"So now do you believe I'm more than just a silver tongue?
She considered him for a moment before she reached for the hand behind her back, clasping it in hers.
"Ask me again in the morning."
She led the way.
The obsidian expanse of night had bled into the indigo of its final hours, the flame of dawn licking at its heels, setting the endless horizon alight in a simmering orange.
Below the balcony of Y'shtola's room, a private spring jutted out of the cliff that served as the inn's foundation. Incessant steam swirled in the calm and windless sea air. The whisper of distant tide crashing against the sea-cliffs below was a perfect complement to the tranquil scene.
But of course, it was difficult for Y'shtola to hear any of it over her moans.
She was bent over the side of the spring, hands gripping the damp rock as the stranger railed into her from behind. The surface of the pool sloshed and churned with every driving thrust of his hips.
They'd soaked, washed, and relaxed together for at least half an hour, unwinding physical tensions from their previous hours of rough sex. It became quickly apparent that other tensions needed sorting before they continued.
"Yes, fuck me deep, just like that..." Y'shtola rasped out, clamping around his tunneling girth. She was in the afterglow of a recent orgasm, and her raw inner heat felt extra sensitive to the stranger's massive girth splitting her apart. She reached up to clasp her hand around his neck. "Don't stop until you've stuffed me to the brim."
Her breathy plea was met with his lips crashing down onto hers. The stranger groaned into her tongue, loving how her damp tail coiled around him, pulling and pulling him into her fat ass.
They shared in their passionate melding of lips for a few minutes more until the strains of their coupling forced them apart for air. Y'shtola replaced her hands to the spring's edge, another climax ripping through her in the span of another chain of thrusts.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Gritting his teeth, the stranger powered his way through her clenching inner heat, his own loins feeling the familiar signs of release.
Y'shtola's body was slick with the pure water of the spring, and he focused on its shimmer as he doubled the pace of his pounding. Her supple cheeks clapped louder than ever, every forwards buck resulting in a splatter of water droplets to complement the rippling impacts of skin on skin.
Though her head had fallen forward, strained moans wracking her chest, Y'shtola's back was curved in a perfect slope, maximizing the angle of how her body sucked in his throbbing shaft. The stranger groaned again, feeling his control slip as his hands entrenched themselves into her wide hips, watching the water race down her brown skin until spots sprouted in his vision.
"Take it all, mistress," the stranger grunted through a wild smile. His hips let out a final string of rapid bucks, fucking out a delighted chain of giggles in response. Faster and faster, more spots sprouting. He shot his hands up to her shoulders and let it all loose. Y'shtola squealed. "Take- ohgn...fuck! -take every fucking drop of my kids!"
The now-familiar bursts of sticky seed splattered against the deepest walls of Y'shtola's womb. They shuddered together as his strong arms kept her planted against him, his balls pulsing as he filled her. Y'shtola was breathless, her inner slickness wringing him of every rope he could give her, milking him of his progeny.
Y'shtola never knew how good it felt to be bred.
They shared only a few moments to catch their breaths before arms encircled and mouths grappled. They waded through the water and the steamy air, desire refusing to remain dormant.
The stranger found himself on his back next to the pool. Y'shtola was on top of him this time, her toes gripping gripping stone and thighs flexing as she fucked herself on his hardness with reckless abandon. Her ass pummeled the stranger's hips, its hefty meatiness smacking as loud as her wails of bliss.
He could only lie back with hands dug into her hips, his breath stolen and his toes curling with every wet slap of skin. Y'shtola looked more beautiful than ever on top of him. He was mesmerized by the bounce of her tits, the way beads of water ran down the folds of her thick curves, the wanton expression of carnal bliss on her open lips. Her choker was the only thing she wore, its amethyst-embedded silver slapping against her skin.
As tempted as he was to touch her, to reach out and grab at her bountiful softness, he restrained himself, deigning to moan with her, as if a touch of her perfection would result in the dreamy sight to shatter.
Y'shtola ground herself onto him with a vigor that surpassed anything she'd ever allowed herself to feel. Though she'd surrendered to his dominance for hours on end, finding herself on top again, nails digging into the legs behind her, her entire nakedness flying about with every full-body slam of her weight into his skin, it coaxed out of her a desire that surpassed mindless animal lust.
As she came and came and came again by her own efforts, squeezing and sinking herself onto this wonderful cock, Y'shtola felt more herself than ever. Perhaps it was the strange aura that exuded off of this man's soul, perhaps it was just the first time she'd ever been truly satisfied with a tryst relieving sexual repression.
But whatever it was, as another copious amount of virile seed erupted inside of her, Y'shtola knew that this was exactly what she needed.
"Mmm..." Y'shtola nuzzled into the stranger's chest, finally allowing the healing properties of the spring's hot embrace to seep out all the tensions and soreness that an entire night's worth of sexual catharsis wrought.
They had been soaking together in satisfied silence for what felt like at least an hour now, but in their state, it wouldn't have mattered if it had only been a few minutes.
She felt the warmth of sunlight. Reaching out with her aetheric sight, she attempted to paint the picture of the sunrise that slowly inched onto her skin.
As if he could sense what she was doing, the stranger painted it for her. His words rumbled against her, a measured rhythm.
"It's like the sea's aflame...but it won't burn. The sun's peeking just over the horizon, stretching up, peeling away the stars like curtains. That orange line of the ocean feels warm, somehow. Like it's setting the stage, welcoming in a new day. Can you feel it against your skin?" the stranger said, pausing every so often. Y'shtola knew he didn't expect an answer to his question, not aloud anyway. She smiled. "He's halfway up now, Mr. Sunshine, his smile's contagious. The sky's pink in his wake, and now those stars are only above us now, a final bow."
The stranger paused, and a chuckle followed.
"Sorry, not much of a poet," he said, a bit sheepish. "But hey, another night huh?"
Y'shtola returned his chuckle with one of her own, easing in a breath.
"Indeed."
Y'shtola's ears brushed against his skin. She hummed and she shifted her weight, an arm reaching beneath the water and wrapping around his waist as a silent gesture of thanks. It was more than she could have asked for.
They indulged in the silence for several moments, letting the steam roll up and wisp against their damp skin in its curling reach towards the sky. Not a word was shared, and not a thought was given too much attention asides a passing acknowledgement. They shared in the silence. They shared in the peace.
Another breath, and Y'shtola spoke, her voice- at ease with the rest of her body -a touch above a whisper. Her lips almost touched his chest. A sigh preceded her words.
"...and so you've done it."
"What's that?"
"Proven to me that your tongue is more than silver."
She tilted her head up towards him. He looked down and their eyes locked. Another few moments, more smiles. Their lips came together, slow kisses. They parted, and Y'shtola pressed her cheek against his chest again.
Peace. This really had been what she needed.
The stranger wrapped his own arm around her shoulder, and she shut her eyes against his warmth, thankful for another day, and another day alone.
The rest will come.
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