Jill had been anxious yet relaxed since their return from the shadow beach. It had been decided on the return voyage from Ash that a day of relaxation would be in order and a small feast to celebrate the rescue of Jill was to happen. She liked the idea of celebrating, even if it was to distract her from giving Shiva to Clive and their subsequent lovemaking. A blush crossed her face as she thought about that night in vivid detail. Wanting a recreation of that night, she went about the hideaway calling in several favors. The first was talking Charon into taking care of Torgal for a night. A few gil slipped her way and a couple of elder antelope bones for Torgal and her favorite big puppy was going to be just fine being away from herself and Clive. She asked Gav to keep the bridge near Clive's exposed window clear of any people. She was all for entertaining Clive in bed, but she was not a fan of being watched by a bunch of passerby's and eventually a crowd as her and Clive would make love to each other. Her last favor was to Mid. She asked her to distract the crowd during the feast so her and Clive could slip away.
The feast began and went on with the usual antics, mostly led by Gav and Mid. Clive sat near the back of the common area, watching over everyone having a good time. The room was thrilled to have Jill back and many of the hideaway's members were lining up to extend their well wishes to her on her safe return. Clive sat lost in thought, going back to the beach where he had made Jill his, after far too long and after having a real sense of wasting too much time. It was about time they had admitted how they felt for each other. He knew he wouldn't get that time wasted in insecurity back, so he would have to make up for it. He steeled his mind for the reality, and it was a reality he was looking forward to.
Jill had reached her limit with seeing everyone. She wanted to be anywhere else at this point. So many conversations, so many well wishes, but her wishes at that moment were simple. She wanted Clive to ravish her. To treat her like a woman in heat. She wanted him with an unbridled lust. It had been too long already since the beach. Those long periods without pleasure were no longer going to be a thing in her mind. Clive had been soft and sweet on the beach, fussing over her and making sure she was ok. She wanted something more primal. She wanted him to claim her in no uncertain terms. She was broken from her thoughts when Mid screamed across the hall "Alright ye berks, its time to play a game. Line up for teams and the last one lined up is Greagor's left tit."
Jill used this as an excuse to slip out of sight. Her stealth allowed her to find her fiery brute, sitting in a corner sulking, as if he couldn't find what he was looking for anymore. Her hand on his shoulder when she reached him brought a smile to his face. "Care to leave Clive, I have an idea what we can do while everyone else is here."
"Yes, I think I'm done here milady. Pray tell, what is it you have in mind?"
"It's a surprise Clive." She grabbed his hand and led him up the steps to his quarters within the hideaway. He got a sense based on her pace that she was frisky and needed a release, and soon. It was something he was most certainly ok with, and he opened the door for them to enter. Once inside he closed the door and walked into the center of the room while Jill remained near the door.
As Jill locked the door behind her, two things came to mind. The first thing was that Clive's room despite being lit by candles, smelled of wanton untamed lust, and the second was that she going to make him beg to be let out of this room, even if it meant walking was going to be a traumatic experience. Her thirst for his fiery body was going to be quenched no matter much of a puddle she may be afterwards. Clive remained somewhat unsure of himself until he heard belts crashing to the ground and footsteps quickly approaching him from behind. His thoughts drifted back to the beach where despite the pleasures of the night, the sand roughly played against their sensual movements. He was all for replaying the events of that night but in far more comfort and wondered just how far Jill might go to suggest that a repeat occur. He was drawn out of his stupor by his silver haired queen who had made it a point to only have undergarments on and his jaw quickly made a sprint for the floor.
"M-m-milady is aught the matter"?" Clive asked, wondering where this level of forwardness had come from.
"Clive…. I want you to ravish me like some of those women at the Veil get ravished by strangers paying for a good time. I want you to make your claim upon me and to say in no uncertain terms that I am yours, and when you're done doing that, I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, and you can't see straight. If the whole Hideaway knows that we have been like two hounds in heat so be it, but we aren't wasting time anymore. I want you and I want you now."
He needed no time in deciding his next move. His armor was quickly tossed aside into a pile of no consequence, and his remaining clothes seemingly disappeared at a speed that Jill couldn't process. What she knew was that he was ready for her and she hadn't even touched him yet. As they quickly grabbed onto each other, their lips crashed together, much like the seas did after Barnabas had split it, nearly killing them. This time however, it was more carnal, more frenetic, as they both desired to please the other in ways that they had yet to try. Clive pushed Jill onto the bed, leaving no space for her to claim that he wasn't serious about fulfilling her request. He then grabbed her legs and pulled her to edge of the bed and got down on his knees between legs and pulled off her panties that were soaked through and had changed the scent of the room.
"Clive…. Please." Was all Jill could utter before his head was pressed into her and his tongue flicked out of his mouth and started lapping at her clit. She bucked at the instant shock of pleasure and continued to do so as his tongue moved at a pace she didn't know it could. Clive for his part was enjoying every second he could taste her, reminding him of the multitude of reasons why he had fallen in love with this princess. Her scent, her moans, her small screams as he continued to ravage her clit in a way she didn't know was possible, and when he took a break for air, his index and middle finger entered her to continue where his mouth left off.
"FUCK CLIVE, FOUNDER THAT'S….. DAMN… PLEASE….. MORE." Jill screamed, almost positive that someone heard her screams of pleasure as Clive continued his assault on her extremely wet hole that was begging to be mercilessly pounded. Once he had his breath, Clive joined his tongue ministrations with the motions his hand were doing to her poor unsuspecting body and when his tongue hit her clit once more, her first orgasm scorched through her body, leaving her legs twitching in the air as he continued to leave her in a state of complete bliss. Even though he wanted to give her a bit of a break from what he was doing to her so she could regain her breath, he wanted even more to make sure that it was going to be a night that she was about to never forget. She wanted him to prove that she was his and he was going to damn well do his best to make that point abundantly clear to her and to anyone awake and in earshot of his room.
"Clive…. Lie down…. It's my turn to treat you." Jill barely could speak after her first orgasm and she was well on her way to another.
"Yes milady." Clive got up from his position between her legs and lied down on the bed, still as hard as he had been when he disrobed. Jill shakily turned around and mounted her prey and gripped onto his cock and began to move her hand upon and down in a slow rhythmic motion. His grunts were a clear message to her that she should continue. Her head slowly moved over the head of his cock and her tongue swirled around the head, doing her best Garuda impression with her tongue. He started to thrash about and grab onto blankets, sheets, whatever he could get his hands on to help him deal with the overflow of pleasure that she was giving to him.
"Fuck Jill….that is incredible… if you keep going I'm going to finish very quickly" Clive managed to eek out in between his moans that filled the room.
"We can't have that yet, now can we Lord Rosfield." Jill teased him as she slowed her hand motions to a slower pace and her tongue movements died down to a light shower of breath upon his cock, allowing it to twitch in her hands. She could tell he was desperate to shoot his seed everywhere at a moments notice but she wanted to have so much more fun with him.
"Clive I'm going to lay down on the bed on my belly, and I want you to tease me with that cock of yours however you desire to." Jill gave him the freedom to do as he wished here to see what his lust filled brain would come up with. She laid down on the bed like she said she would, and he climbed atop her back. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slowly started to rub it on her back, aiming for the scars that had become tattooed there over the years. Precum dripped from his dick as he dragged it across her scars, hopefully sending the message that even the parts of her that had been damaged were still very appealing to him.
As he did this her body shuddered and her mind raced that he had chosen to this. She seen this as a way for him to say that all of her was his, even something like this, the reminders of her past in the Iron Kingdom. He was ok with these, and even still he wanted her to know that those parts of her were not forbidden and could be loved as well. As much as she felt it was tender moment, she wanted him to stop teasing her. "Dammit Clive, would you stop teasing me already and just fuck me until neither of us can walk."
"If that is your wish, Jill." He got off her back and turned her onto her and put her legs into an L shape. The leg he was holding up was placed over his shoulder as he moved in closer. He grabbed his very erect cock and moved it to her warm, wet, velvety entrance and instead of plunging it in, moved it up and down her slit, causing her to moan, both in pleasure and in frustration. He slowly edged the head in, only to slowly pull it back out, and then re-enter only a bit further. He sensed she was going to say something about the teasing that he was still dragging out so he decided to take a full plunge and buried himself to the hilt inside of her, hitting her g-spot and cervix hard. Waves of pleasure passed through her vagina and towards her brain with just the one thrust. This was a position that the beach had not offered them, and she was already loving what it had to offer. Clive almost pulled all the way out, only to thrust back in again with as much enthusiasm and from the smile that crossed his face, the pleasure that came from her vagina gripping him like a vice as he tried to split her with slow, deep, and powerful thrusts.
As his tempo increased, his lunges into her started hitting her g spot with every thrust and every time he went all the way to the hilt, his pubic bone would crash into her clit, leaving her speechless as no part of this fucking was leaving her the space to think, let alone speak any instructions outside of incoherent moans and even louder screams than earlier as her second orgasm quickly gripped her vagina, squeezing him even tighter than she had been all along. The quicksand-like vice she had on him, drew him in deeper and with one final deep thrust, he filled her up with his seed, shooting rope after rope into her, and one final one onto her folds as he pulled out.
"Are you alright Jill?" Clive breathlessly asked.
"…..uh huh" was the only response from the very exposed and leaky young woman that was a mess lying beneath their twisted limbs.
"Good. Now it's my turn to control the flow. Now on your knees like a good girl. I want you from behind."
Jill wearily obeyed but struggled to keep herself on all fours like Clive wanted so she stuck her ass up on the air and kept her head on the bed, trying to get the pleasure cobwebs out of her brain enough to have a conscious response to what was going on. Clive lined himself up behind her and despite having just had a powerful orgasm, his lust and desire to claim Jill overpowered his physical exertions and kept him hard enough to go again. This was new to him, but he wasn't about to argue. "I hope you're ready for a pure pounding Jill. I'm going to be relentless." Clive spoke with a hunger that was all but driven entirely by Ifrit becoming mentally dominant.
Clive gripped his cock and pushed it back into Jill, moans emanating out of her once again, as Clive began his relentless assault on her pussy. Where his earlier thrusts came from a place of a more sensual desire, these thrusts were mechanical and robotic. His piston-like thrusts allowed for his balls to slap against her clit with enough force to arouse her once more. Her own lubrication had kicked back on and she gripped him hard once again. Thrust after thrust, ass slap after ass slap, every bit of it was mind blowing to Jill. She was reaching a point of euphoria, not knowing just how much more she could take. What was clear to her was that her request from earlier was being taken with a seriousness she knew was possible, but unsure if he would go for.
His pace quickened, and with that, so did his grunts and her screams. Somewhere in their lustful sex, Clive was somewhat aware that neither of them were trying to be quiet. The fete they had left from would likely know what they were up to. With a forceful slap to her ass, Clive told her it was time that she could come once more and she spiraled again as the waves of pleasure overloaded her body in a third quaking orgasm. As her body tried to completely collapse into the bed, Clive grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he continued his unrestrained fucking, beads of sweat dripping off him, running down her ass like a small stream.
"Jill, I'm going to cum all over you in a minute." Her incoherency lifted long enough for her to utter "Do it Clive, cover me in your seed." He slammed himself into her several more times before pulling out and shooting stream after stream of cum on her back, seemingly more than the last time he filled her to the brim, and it slowly leaked out of her. Clive collapsed on the bed beside her and put her on her side so she could be face to face with him.
"How are you doing Jill?" he asked with love and longing.
Her answer was slow coming as she was only starting to regain a sense of where she was, her body overwhelmed with pleasure that she had never known. "I think…. We should do this far more often. You've made your point that I am yours Clive."
"I was hoping you would say that" He leaned in to kiss her forehead and to pull her close despite the sweat covered bed being soaked through completely. Neither of them were in a state where they could do much more and sleep quickly overtook both of them, their orgasmic euphoria overwhelming their dreams and the smell of two very sexually fulfilled people filled the room.