《Monsters and Maidens》Chapter 157 [Barry][🍋]
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No sooner had Barry finished the words that the maiden’s eyes had snapped open and looked at him with a smile that sent all sorts of different shivers through him. She moved to sit on the table, not looking away from him for an instant as her fingers reached up to his hands.
“I’ve never felt like this.” She declared with a slight nod, moving his hands from her neck down to her breasts.
He pulled away. “I… sensed the bond, so that’s that, I guess.”
Eustine’s expression went from slightly eager to disappoint, whatever bubble she’d entered had popped and the smile that had crept on her face was gone. The scowl from earlier returned. “Why?”
“Why… what?”
“Why would it have to be over?” She looked at him with a calculating serious look. There was something going on in that head of hers, because she proceeded to nod as if in self-affirmation of some idea. “My orders had been to have sex with you, I don’t see why this would be over after just some foreplay.”
“I’d… not intended it as foreplay.” Barry took half a step back. “I really really didn’t. I just wanted to test making a bond exactly without it being… well, that, and whether it was possible to do it quickly, you know, for the mission, and all that.” He gulped. “I definitely think Lady Embla will understand if things stay as is, no need to push yourself.”
“I’m not, I want to fuck you.” The proclamation was bold and straightforward, her gaze slightly serious. “Don’t you want to fuck me too? I’m mostly sure you were trying to grope me back then.”
“Again, a misunderstanding.”
“So you were lying about me being beautiful?”
The way she pushed her chest forward snatched his gaze as if magnetized. She wasn’t as stacked as Embla, but her proportions were certainly generous. “No! No, I most certainly was not.” Barry realized his mistake when he noticed her smirk.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Try as he might, the words failed him. Barry opened his mouth to speak and Eustine hopped off the table, stepping closer to him. That alone made her body shift in ways that caused his eyes to return to her curves. He could only gulp as she took another step. “The bond is… probably messing with you. I mean, I didn’t-.”
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He realized he reached the wall, his back pressing against it as her hand moved forward, pressing against his chest. The Dark Elf leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “A pretty face like yours? If I were raiding a village, I’d take you and leave you chained up in my room so I could have my way with you. All. Day. Long.” Her hand moved down under his shirt, her touch was oily. “I’d probably have to fight some of my subordinates to keep them away from you.”
Though that did answer his previous question, Barry’s alarms were ringing quite loudly. He attempted to step to the side, and she now properly pinned him against the wall, her other hand touching his stomach, there was a tingle in her caress, one that flared heat within him.
“No spells.” Barry quickly spoke, breath growing ragged as Eustine froze.
“It’s just a little something to enjoy-.”
“No spells.” He repeated, gulping for air. “I don’t… I don’t want to lose myself.”
“I’m not some charmer, Barry, it’s only to make sure you’re nice and hard.” Her hand dipped under the edge of his pants, finding his throbbing cock and wrapping her warm fingers around it. Eustine cooed. “Though I think you have a point, there’s no need for spells. You want this?”
“I’d… rather stop.”
“Why?” She squeezed tenderly, slowly stroking him as she did. Barry’s knees became weak, though Eustine was more than happy to hold him in place with her other hand, leaning in to kiss his neck. “Do you really want me to stop?” Her oily slick fingers were causing shivers all over his body, her touch on his cock firm as she pumped him. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”
Barry drew a breath and moaned immediately after. His attempt at vocalization faltered and his hips thrust slightly into the maiden’s touch. Eustine used the hand pinning him to the wall to pull him closer instead, kissing him in full and stroking him harder. She was working him up, aggressively invading his mouth with her tongue and overwhelming him with her dominant touch.
It was impossible to hold back anymore. “More.” Barry whimpered slightly, breath short and knees bucking as he couldn’t really see the sense in stopping anymore. The moan left him and he felt himself reaching the edge. A whine of complaint followed as Eustine gripped his shaft more tightly, abruptly stopping his ability to achieve release. “Wha-?”
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“Not yet.” The arm hugging him moved lower, gripping his ass firmly. “I want you to say it again.”
He had no clue what she was talking about, his hands clenched into fists, despite the tightness, she was still stroking him, still teasing him with an orgasm he couldn’t quite achieve.
“You said I’m beautiful.”
“You are!” A short grunt and raspy breaths, eyes tightly shut and thrusting into her hand. He was so close…
“I want to hear it.”
“You’re beautiful.” Breath drawing out in a whine, he clenched his jaw. “You’re sexy, I-.”
“What? What do you want?”
“I want to cum.” He grasped at her shoulders, finding the strength to pull her into a hug. “I-.”
“Then cum for me.”
The quick pumping action sped up, her lips claimed his own, and she released his cock just enough for him to finally find release. With his throbbing cock exploding within her grip, Barry moaned into her mouth and eager exploratory tongue. His jizz served as lubricant, coating her fingers as she did not stop stroking him, earning louder moans and pulling him closer into her oil-slick embrace.
Gasping loudly, he collapsed, heaving for air and feeling his face burn bright red. The Dark Elf slowly eased him to the floor without much complication, her face practically glowed with a pleasant smile, pulling her white-coated hand up and giving it a slow lick. “Tasty.”
Barry’s face might as well have turned into a nuclear reactor, he looked away, feeling the blush running down his chest and all over. A shiver coursed through him when she finally let go of his ass and paused, glancing at his cock analytically as it slowly softened. “You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?”
“You… this is the third one.” He muttered under his voice. “Really didn’t think it’d lead to sex again.”
“I think you’re too cute for that.” She replied, kissing his flustered cheek. “Do you… need anything?”
He shook his head. “I’ll catch my breath in a minute.”
“If you ever want more, call for me.”
A slow kiss, this time gentle, taking her time to taste his lips before pulling away. Eustine shot him a hesitant look as she stepped away, clearly wanting to stick around. But since Barry didn’t speak up, she took her leave. It left him feeling wrong, almost used, he could only sigh.
The human just remained slumped there for a very long quiet second.
His shadow shifted, and Orion emerged. The black-haired Hound regarded him with that ever-present impassive look before leaning down and picking him up into her arms. Barry complained, but she paid little attention to that, carrying him over towards the massage table and deftly dropping him there.
Orion looked at him, at his naked body, and Barry quickly moved to cover what little dignity there might be left. Her clawed hands stopped him, soft puffy pads that pushed his hands against his chest. “Orion?”
Acknowledging her name, she just looked at him as she leaned down, licking his stomach. There was a slow methodical touch to the gesture, while his hands remained pinned, she moved down, licking his hips, then his thighs, finally moving to lick his cock. He twitched, and Orion’s tail wagged exactly once before she moved to keep licking her way back up. She licked his chest, tickling him with her breath, and then licking his shoulder and the side of the neck Eustine had kissed.
Slowly, she moved to hop onto the table, straddling his hips.
She laid her head against his chest. “Barry.”
He hugged her, and her tail wagged exactly once a second time.
Barry did his best to ignore how nice and warm Orion’s naked body felt against his own. One of her canine ears was laying firmly on his chest, the other stood pointed at the door.
His hands wrapped around her hips, and Orion let out a small sigh, relaxing further into him.
“I really need to find a better way to do this.”
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