You speak your request as one unbroken word. Your heart is pounding wildly and you look up at Velora expecting to see amusement or even mockery on her face. Instead, she smiles sweetly and sits down beside you.
“I would love to put my cock up your bottom,” she says, stroking your thigh. “Nothing wrong with that. Have you ever tried it before with a man?”
“No,” you say.
“With a finger?” She asks.
“No,” you confess.
“Well then. Let’s take things very slow.” She sets the toy aside and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips. Another follows. And another, becoming hotter, until her tongue opens your mouth and slips inside. Her soft breasts dangle against your heaving mounds as she leans over you. Her hand strokes your shapely thigh, teases between them, and tickles against your clit, causing you to shudder. You moan into the heat of her kiss. Velora whispers, "Lie back. Trust me."
You lie back on the cushions of your bed, your creamy breasts spreading out as you part your plump thighs for Velora. She drags the soft weight of her tits over your body, including your silky blonde mound, as she slides off the bed. She strokes your thighs with both hands, looking up at you as her touch moves to the underside of your legs. She pushes your legs up, your knees folding and your feet hanging in the air as she bends them up until the position is almost uncomfortable.
"Hold them for me," she says. "Just like that."
You take hold of your legs under your knees and you feel cool air against your steamy slit and the divot of your asshole. Now you understand why she has you in this contorted position. She teases her nails down the backs of your thighs and leans forward slowly. Her warm breath caresses your pussy and you let out a soft sight. She does not linger there. Her face moves lower, almost disappearing from view as she leans so close you can feel the tickle of her hot breath against your anus.
"Ohhhhh god," you moan. "It's so embarrassing with your face down there."
"It's lovely," she says. "Pink and perfect."
"Ohh," you whimper, your body jerking slightly with apprehension. She is going to touch your ass, you realize, and a shiver runs through your body making your plump breasts jiggle.
"Relax," breathes Velora, and the single word seems to caress the tender folds of your quim. A moment later you feel something warm and wet on sensitive flesh beneath your sex. You left your head, your eyes wide with shock as you realize Velora is licking you and her tongue is moving lower.
"N-no, please," you whine, realizing where her tongue is going. "That's... ooooooOOOoooooh!"
Whatever objection you were trying to formulate is forgotten the instant her hot tongue begins to ravish your virgin ass. She laps slow circles on your tender clench, wetting your pucker thoroughly before her tongue begins to dart against your clench. Your face burns with shame, but you do not release your hold on your legs or try to fight Velora off.
"My hole," you moan. "Your tongue... ohhhh gods..."
It feels so wonderful! Her tongue probes into your ass and pass the rim of your clench. You suck in breath sharply. Surely she will pull her tongue out, you think. But no, Velora's tongue thrusts deeper, squirming into your pink passage. Your ass opens to her expert tongue and things only get more amazing as she begins to rub your clit with two fingers. The gentle pressure of those fingertips, combined with the hot, wriggling thrust of her tongue into your most intimate place, is enough to drive you to the brink.
You jerk and whimper with orgasmic pleasure. Velora is undeterred by the rhythmic clenching of your ass against her tongue as your climax drives through your body. It is a long, but not overly intense climax that has the pronounced effect of relaxing you. Velora's tongue slips out of your ass and she gently pushes a finger up your virgin bottom. You are so calm and well-lubed after her tongue has been in your ass, that it slips easily into your pink hole.
"Does that feel nice?" Velora asks and kisses your thigh.
"Yessss," you moan.
"Are you ready for another finger?"
"Yes," you answer quickly. You lift up your head to watch Velora slowly slide a second finger into your ass. This time it is a much tighter fit and as she pushes in you feel a slight discomfort. You remain quiet as she fucks the two fingers into your ass. Combined with her fingers stroking your clit, it begins to feel quite nice rather quickly.
Velora does not give you long to enjoy her fingers working steadily in and out; she slips her fingers out of your ass and rises to her feet.
"What are you do?" You ask, disappointed that she has stopped.
"You want my toy up your bottom," she says, "and you are ready."
Watching her strap on the cock is exciting. Her voluptuous body with its contrasting areas of tanned and pale has never looked more lusciously feminine and yet once she has the wooden cock strapped to her mound she seems almost like a man. She has a more masculine stride as she approached the bed.
"Turn over," she says. "I will take you from behind."
"A-alright," you say. You roll over onto your hands and knees, your plump breasts nearly dangling against the bed as you offer up your ass to your friend and her toy cock. You look back at her over your shoulder and see she is smearing some sort of glistening substance onto the wooden cock.
"W-what is that?"
"A bit of oil to make it smoother," she says and you gasp as her fingers, slippery with the oil, massage your pink pucker. She spreads the oil around your clenching hole. Once she is satisfied that you are well lubricated, she takes hold of your hip and presses the lacquered cock to your anus. Even though you are clenching involuntarily, she eases the cock into your ass. Greased by the oil, it slides into your virgin hole with surprising ease.
"Ohhhh, it's going so deep," you moan.
"Let me know if anything hurts," she says, pushing in more and more of the cock until you feel its carved balls pressing against your quim. Nothing does hurt. In fact, it feel amazing. Even better than her tongue or fingers. The wooden cock has a slight curve to it that causes pleasant pressure inside your ass. The ridges in the shaft bump against your pucker as it works in and out, seeming to vibrate inside you.
You moan with pleasure as she begins to fuck steadily in and out. Your concern about pain is gone quickly and you begin to fuck back against her. Velora reaches around your hip and begins to massage your clit. She thrusts faster, her thighs spanking against your plump ass and the cock ramming in and out.
"Oh, gods," you cry, clenching your teeth. "Ohhhhh. It's so good. Velora! It is going to make me--"
"Cum for me," cries Velora, breathing harder as she pounds her toy in and out of your ass. Her fingers are massaging furiously against your clit. The pleasure rises in a much more powerful rush than before and you throw back your head and arch against Velora as you cum. Your ass squeezes against the rippling ridges of the toy and Velora's fingers on your clit drive you wild.
Her thrusts slow as your orgasm subsides. She eases the cock out of your ass and you fall forward onto the bed, rubbing at your pussy and squirming with the afterglow of your intense, ass-fucked orgasm.
"I did it," you giggle.
"You certainly did," she says, clapping a hand on your ass. She unbuckles the cock and tosses it away. She falls onto the bed beside you and pulls you into her arms for a long and very well-deserved kiss.
“That was… that was incredible,” you say, your lips brushing against hers as you speak. “I never imagined the, um, bottom could be so pleasurable.”
“Yes you could imagine it," she says, "or you would not have asked me to fuck you there with my cock."
She gives you a swat on your ass, making it jiggle and leaving a faint red handprint.
"It is a rather nice cock," you say.
"A Yidrish woman gave it to me,” she says. “She paid me to wear it once a week when I visited her in the merchant quarter. Although she never asked for it up her bottom.”
"Her loss," you say and roll onto your tummy. You prop yourself up on your elbows
so your breasts are resting on the bed. You look back over your shoulder and see your ass sporting two red spots where she spanked your plump cheeks. There are smaller red spots where her fingers were digging into you as she held your hips and fucked you.
“Shall we have another go?” Velora asks, walking her fingers over the mounds of your buttocks and teasing them into the valley between those two mounds.
“I must face my predicament,” you say with a smile. “No more having my rump prodded with your toys. Or that devilish tongue.”
Velora sticks her tongue out at you.
“Very well,” she sighs. “You were heading to Estermar?”
“Yes, to find passage by ship across the Ilwent Sea.”
“Well,” she brushes a stray lock of her long red hair away from her nipple. “I have a merchant friend who can take you to Estermar. Not so much a friend as a regular customer.”
“Your customer can take me?” You raise an eyebrow in doubt.
“I can convince Boggen Luckfen to do just about anything I want. He is a bit fat, has a wee prick, but he is insatiable, not to mention very rich. Those are things I can work with. I will go and see him tonight and arrange things on your behalf.” She rises from the bed and a glimpse of her plump bottom makes you long to have her return to the bed and perhaps sit upon your face. You can try your tongue on her pucker. You reach out for her, but she is already walking over to her side of the flat. She says, “You gather up your things and be ready to travel in the morning.”
You watch her dress and begin gathering your clothing along with the equipment your sister sent you. An outfit of a loose skirt, a fitted bodice, and the hide coat seems well-suited to your ample physique. You wear the sword on your back and the pistols on your right hip. The family’s priceless codex of monsters represents your life’s work. You nestle it with spare clothes in your backpack alongside a small tin box containing ink and pens for any new discoveries. You add the alchemical potion Kara has sent you, careful to ensure no components might leak onto the codex.
“I almost look like a proper monster hunter,” you say, admiring yourself in the mirror. Then you recall your lithe sister and your powerful mother and you feel diminished. No matter how well you wear the costume of a monster hunter, you are still just a scribe who has bested no monster more dangerous than a spider hiding among dusty books. Even those you usually scoop up and release to safety outside the library.
You change into a comfortable and rather shapeless skirt and loose blouse for the road. If you will be traveling with this Boggen Luckfen, a randy customer of Velora’s, then you will need to be on your guard about his intentions. No good can come from giving him a glimpse of your ample cleavage, so you ensure the blouse is buttoned to your throat.
You sit on the bed with your boots on, your backpack in your lap and your satchel of weapons, ready to go. And you sit. And you wait. And you sit. And finally, seemingly moments before dawn, Velora turns the key in the door and staggers into the flat. Even before she takes down the hood of her cloak you see how disheveled and exhausted she is.
“Boggen Luckfen’s caravan is setting out for Estermar in one hour,” says Velora. “I have fucked him senseless and he has promised you passage in one of his freight wagons. You must go now and meet them at the eastern gate of Akrane.”
You put on your backpack, noting uncomfortably how the straps frame your ample breasts in your blouse. Too late to worry about that. You heft your satchel full of weapons and head for the door.
“Thank you, Velora,” you say. “I will not forget this.”
“You had better not,” she says and kisses you full on the lips. The force and passion of her kiss is both a surprise and a comfort to you. It centers you in the moment. “Luckfen has had enough of my quim to last him a week. Plenty of time for you to make it to Estermar. But you are a pretty girl, Penny, whether you realize it or not. He might take a liking to you, so stay out of his sight as much as possible.”
“I understand,” you say, though you find it hard to imagine how you will both hide from this man and be his guest on the caravan.
“I will see you again, Velora,” you say as you depart down the hall.
“You had better,” she calls after you. “I need someone to pay half the rent.”
CONTINUE >
Embrace Velora and explore your desires
You close your eyes and breathe in the scent of Velora’s perfume. Your face is hot. You feel as if you are in a dream as you lean closer to her, your nose brushing lightly against hers and her breath warm against your face. Her fingers guide your chin and you turn your head slightly until your full lips press softly against hers. She presses too, a little tighter, a little warmer, parting her lips slightly and teasing your kiss with the tip of her tongue.
You pull back, look at her, she giggles and begins to say something. You kiss her again before she can get out a single word. Your passion floods into your embrace as you stroke her crimson hair and pull her lips to yours. Your mouth opens eagerly and your tongue greets hers in a slippery, warm, intoxicatingly taboo embrace. She presses against you and you feel the warmth of her body and the inviting softness of her breasts against yours.
“Velora,” you whisper between kisses. “Oh, Velora, I have never done this at all. I do not… mmmmm…”
It is her turn to silence you with a kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you and sharing the sweetness of her wine. She uses her body to push you back onto your bed, the soft weight of her breasts against yours and her hand caressing your hip. She finally breaks the kiss and rolls beside you, her weight off of you, but one of her shapely legs draped over your legs. She raises her head on one hand and looks at you mischievously as her fingers tease the laces of your bodice.
“You have never done this with a woman,” she says, beginning to untie your clothing. "What a shame. All those years wasted, Peaches."
You watch her fingers deftly unwind lace after lace until the pressure releases and your breasts are freed from the confinement of the garment. She opens the bodice and reveals your heaving, pale breasts and the soft pale flesh of your belly. You are not fat, but you lead a life much more idle than Velora’s. She walks her fingertips over one of your breasts and tickles them against your pale, pink nipple. You sigh with lust.
“I have been with some boys,” you remind her, barely able to make the words.
“A boy? A man?” She slides her hand to your other breast, gathering your plump mound and fondling it as her thumb plays against your sensitive nipple. She leans down, speaking with her lips against yours. “Forget them. Tonight, you have a woman.”
Her slow, deep, and very hot kiss probes your mouth and plays her tongue against yours. Her hand moves downward and your quim throbs with anticipation.
“We can take things as slow as you like,” she gasps softly between kisses. Her hand continues lower and she moves her lips down to your breasts. She looks up at you in the candlelight, her eyes sultry as her tongue prowls, warm and wet, around the areola surrounding one of your hard nipples. She licks the nipples itself and you moan at the warm thrill of pleasure. Her mouth engulfs your bud and she sucks as if she is trying to draw milk. It hurts, a tiny bit, but it also sends a hot pulse of pleasure through your body that seems to connect with your clit. You arch beneath her, stroking her tanned shoulder as her lips pop with wet suction.
“Too much, love?” She asks, flicking your nipple again with her tongue.
“N-no,” you say, parting your thighs for her exploring hand. “No, please, don’t stop.”
She grips the hem of your long skirt and lifts it up your shapely legs until your underclothes are exposed. She looks into your eyes as her hand presses between your thighs and pushes the silky gusset of your panties against your aching mound.
“Mmmmm, I feel your heat through your small clothes, love,” she says.
“Oh, gods,” you sigh, feeling guilty, but craving more of her touch. She leans down, still looking
into your eyes, and runs her tongue slowly around your other nipple. You jerk with pleasure and your breasts quiver. She smiles and engulfs your nipple in her mouth, sucking it as she sucked the other. The hot throb of pleasure distracts you as Velora’s fingers slip inside your panties. “Ohhhh, Velora, what are you… ooohhh.”
Her fingers know exactly where to touch you. She brushes them against your clit, over your swollen slit, gathering your nectar before returning to your aching bud. You almost scream with that first hard press of her fingertips against your clit. Her touch softens, gives you room to breathe, and she slowly strokes a circle on your clit. She pops her lips free of your nipple and smiles devilishly.
“Do you like that, love?” She asks as she rubs slow, insistent, maddeningly wonderful circles on your clit.
“Y-you know… ooohhh… you know I do.”
She presses atop you again, the softness of her titflesh in her silky gown warm against your bare breasts. She kisses your shoulder, your neck, and presses her lips to your ears as her fingers rub harder against your clit.
“Say the word, ask me, and I will dance my tongue on your clit.” Her lewd suggestion nearly makes you cry out in torrid pleasure. “You have not truly known ecstasy until you have had a woman lick, and nibble, and suck at your clit.”
“Ohhhhh gods,” you sigh, your hips jerking as you thrust your pussy against Velora’s fingers.
“Say it,” she whispers and pauses to suck your earlobe. “Tell me how badly you want my tongue to taste your pretty little quim.”
What do you desire?
Her fingers are enough
You want to feel her tongue on your clit
Suggest a duel between you and the leader
“How about a duel?” You say. “Me and you. Not to the death or anything, just to whoever yields first.”
“Hmmmmmm.” The gertling leader marches up and walks in a circle around you, looking you up and down. “I am very tough, but you too big for me. You fight Jarbok.”
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