“Squire!Suck on my tits!”
Isaaccomplied without the slightest hesitation.She relaxed the grip of her armsjust enough for him to scoop one of her breasts towards his face, and he suckedon her areola in much the same way he’d done to her nethers, sealing his lipsaround the nipple, gently tugging and licking as it tried to bounce with histhrusts.Her response was somewhere between a growl and a shudder, the claws ofher hands digging at his back.
On thecraggy stone wall next to them, the shadows of their bodies were mashed intoone giant form.It didn’t look much different than the necromancer’s mass ofbones, creating a seemingly horrible configuration of gyrating shapes andgrasping limbs, all of it undulating upon itself.
Hernipple fled from his mouth as he laughed.
“What’sthis?”Zaria shouted.“You think this is fun and games?”
Helaughed even harder.
Suddenly,in the middle of one of his thrusts, her tail brushed up between his legs.Thesensation was so unexpected, so penetrating in its position, that he nearlyleaped off her body.Her grin widened as she kept batting her tail beneath hisgroin, thumping it like a dust feather, forcing him to brush against the fluffyappendage with every buck of his hips.He discovered, rather forcefully, thathe was ticklish.
“Stopit!”
“Makeme!”
Feelingthat he was losing the tactical advantage, Isaac lay his body flat againsthers, freeing the use of his hands.He cast a thin layer of frost across hispalm and pressed the icy surface deep below her armpits, where the fur was verythin.Zaria gave a girlish scream.
“That’scheating, Isaac!”
“Yes,it is!”
Shepried his arms off her flanks, growling and panting.Her legs strangled down onhis hips, all but sealing him against her, and he dipped down to suck at herbreasts again, almost working her like an opponent in a duel.He wasn’t exactlysure who was fucking who anymore.She was stronger, she was far moreexperienced, and he was quickly losing ground.
Hecould feel the pressure building inside him again.From the sound of herbreathing, the same was happening to her.Suddenly, he saw his chance atvictory.He used the last of his strength to unleash a full-frontal assault,pounding and sucking and gripping and lashing and using all the leverage therewas to offer.Their breaths grew erratic.Striking flesh echoed over the pool.Very quickly, their movements became desperate and needful and wanting.
Shewould orgasm first.He could feel it on every writhing inch of her body.
He wasgoing to win.
But justas he was about to cross the precipice, she bent her head towards him, rubbingher snout against his ear.In a quiet, cooing voice, she whispered only asingle word.
“Squire.”
Isaac’sorgasm exploded through him, eclipsing all his senses.Zaria came a distinctivesecond later.They tightened their grip on each other, as if they might getswept away, and he seemed to pump every single drop of cum he had into her, herwalls contracting and trembling around him, her claws scratching across hisback, her legs pressing him as deep as he could possibly go, sharpening everynote of ecstasy.When the waves of pleasure finally receded, and all theirmuscles fell limp around them, it felt like wakingfrom a dream.
Hismind reeled.
Hisentire body tingled in pleasure.
With asigh, he buried his face in the fur of her chest, rubbing his cheeks throughthe fluffy hair.He could not believe how soft she was, beneath the armor andsteel.The interplay of muscle and fat was endlessly fascinating.It seemedalmost impossible that someone like her could feel so luxurious, so pleasant,so rich in delicacy.
He tooka deep breath.
Itoccurred to him that, in some way, he was starting to deeply enjoy the way shesmelled.Now that she had washed herself, it was a subtle and layered aroma,bathed in the natural complexions of her body.He could study it like hestudied her fur.
But,instead, as he often did, he became aware that her hands were on his back,mindlessly scratching at the skin.Their presence sent worry piercing throughhis thoughts.
Had hedone well?
Had hegone hard enough for her?
Hadthere been some technique he could’ve employed to improve the experience?
Worstof all, the idea occurred to him that she had, indeed, fucked someone elsebefore, and that sent him careening over a cliff of comparisons, worrying abouthis performance, worrying about an unknown rival, worrying....
“Isaac.”
