by Albion, Rex
“You don’t want me to tease you?”
“No.”
“What do you want, Roxy?” Vandal whispered in her ear, and she whimpered as his hand played up her back to her shoulder, fingering the strap of her dress.
“Fuck me.”
“Tell me what you really want.”
“Pull my dress up and stick your big cock in my pussy. I’m so wet. I need you,” Roxy begged.
Vandal chuckled and disappointed her. He slipped the dress of her right shoulder, exposing her green breast and an erect nipple to his lips and tongue. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, before finally taking her nipple into his mouth. Just when she began to moan louder, Vandal nipped at the sensitive bud with his teeth, tugging on it by drawing his head back, then burying his face in her again and sucked hard as his tongue flicked the stiff bud.
As she moaned and bit her lips, he kept a tight hold of her wrists, controlling her and making it impossible for her to grind her wet lips against his thigh, though she did try.
“How badly do you want it, Roxy?”
“So, bad, I can’t stand waiting. You’re so mean, stopping me. I just want to ride your cock hard,” Roxy whined.
“Beg for it, Roxy,” Vandal demanded. Then he cast Refractory Refresh for the first time. “If you deserve it.”
Roxy’s eyes lit up as she saw the buff take effect, “Yes! Let me please you Vandal, I beg of you. Let me show you what that spell is for. I can make you come so hard, I promise. I beg you to let me prove it. Then prove it again, and again.”
“Take your dress off,” Vandal said, releasing her wrists and leaning back to watch the show. Roxy dropped her hands to the hem of her dress and slowly inched it up her thighs, lifting her bottom up so she could work the leather up her body. Vandal drank in the gorgeous sight, admiring every perfect curve and play of muscle. Roxy had worked hard to create a visual feast for her lovers to enjoy.
When she’d thrown it aside, Roxy shuffled forward and went to reach between her legs to grip him, but Vandal wagged an admonishing finger in her face. “No touching. Cross your hands behind your back and sit up a bit,” he ordered. Roxy’s eyes blazed and she almost talked back but after a split second of hesitation where he could see her struggling to control her lust, she complied.
Vandal grinned wolfishly and put one hand to her hip, taking his erection, which felt like an iron rod in the other. He lowered her just enough that when he rocked his hips up, he could rub his cock up and down her slit. Roxy’s eyes practically rolled back in her head when he did that, and she moaned with lust. “Please, Vandal. I beg you, fuck me.”
When he denied her and used his cock to tease her aching clit, Roxy whimpered and chewed her lip hard, a battle between obedience and need raging within her. Vandal loved the look of hope on her face as she finally felt his thick mushroom head slip between her lips just inside her welcoming pussy.
That was where he stopped it though and she groaned with frustration, her eyes snapping open and glaring at him as he laughed. He teased her like that over and over, in and out, just the tip until she looked fit to burst. Her begging didn’t help, but that didn’t stop her trying and he laughed at the pleasure it brought him. That inch or two of penetration didn’t satisfy Roxy, but Vandal knew he could work it until he exploded inside her if he wanted to.
When he could bear it no longer, and long after the point where Roxy was drunk on his cock, Vandal struck. He gripped her waist on either side, slipped his head inside her again, and then pulled her down on him in one move.
Roxy screamed her approval, “Fuck, yes!” as he buried himself to the hilt in her. There was no resistance, she was too wet and needy.
“Ride me like you promised,” Vandal commanded her, then he put his hands behind his head, lying back in the pillows to watch the beautiful goblin fulfil his desires.
“Of course, my lord,” Roxy purred, smiling happily as she began to take full advantage of his length, rising up until he was almost about to pop free then impaling herself again. “Your cock feels so good in me.”
Vandal gasped as she rode him hard and fast, “It feels good for me too, Roxy. It’s getting so hard to hold back.”
“Please, don’t,” Roxy moaned. “Fill me with your seed, Vandal. Make me yours.”
“You’re the one in control of that. If you want my cum, you’ll have to earn it,” Vandal chuckled.
“I will, my lord,” Roxy moaned and true to her word she did just that. Her movements went from long, deep thrusts to varying it up a bit and she watched him closely, observing how his breathing changed and listening to the sounds he was making. Soon she learned what worked best for him and altered her rhythm. Short and medium length strokes, faster and faster as she rode his cock soon gave her what she needed.
Vandal shouted, “I’m coming!” Roxy giggled happily.
“Oh, Vandal. I can feel you filling me up, pumping me full of your seed,” Roxy moaned. His hips bucked as his balls tightened and pumped two, three and then four strong gouts of cum inside his goblin priestess. Vandal groaned and relaxed.
There was something wrong though, Roxy continued to ride him, almost as if nothing happened and Vandal blinked in confusion. He didn’t seem to be about to fall asleep.
“Have you forgotten, my handsome High Priest of Amoria? You have her support now,” Roxy said. Vandal’s orgasm befuddled brain took a moment to let him think clearly and then he smiled and reached out to cup her breasts.
“I actually had but now I can see how effective it is,” Vandal admitted.
“I can stop, if my lord prefers it,” Roxy suggested, pounding her hips and moaning as provocatively as she could, dragging an unintelligible gasp from Vandal.
“Don’t you dare, minx! You need this, don’t deny it, and never let it be said, that Vandal the Barbarian lets his woman down!” Vandal bragged.
“Yes, my lord. I wouldn’t want anyone to think you were leaving me unsatisfied.”
“Speaking of which, I want you to touch yourself. Make sure you come hard too.”
“If it pleases you, my lord,” Roxy sighed happily, as her fingers found their junction and she added even more stimulation. It did please him, of course, there were few pleasures better than seeing a woman come while you made love to her, in Vandal’s opinion.
The spell meant he was just as lively as the first time and wasn’t finding holding off on his own orgasm any easier at all. He’d not even lost his erection, or felt it slackening off although admittedly he’d always found he could go again fairly quickly, at least the second time, this was different. His cock felt just like it was completely fresh, and he didn’t feel drained.
And so, Vandal gritted his teeth and just bore the terrible burden of having to hold back the rising level like a mighty reservoir, barely held in check by the dam of his willpower, while Roxy raced for her own peak. He fondled her breasts and teased her nipples and she responded well to that. When he pinched them just a little she whimpered and when he became bolder, tightening his grip and twisting them between thumb and forefinger, his submissive goblin woman was driven wild.
“Mmm, like that, yes! I’m coming,” Roxy cried out as her face registered the pain but transcribed it to pure pleasure in an instant. She continued to ride him, and he didn’t let up, her orgasm only encouraged him. Vandal slowly became more forceful, until Roxy bit her lip and mewled in pain. Her eyes told him a different story to the winces and gasps though. Don’t stop, they said, it hurts so good, please, don’t stop. And he obeyed. Soon she was screaming out another orgasm and he let loose along with her.
“Roxy!” he cried out, as his cock pumped his seed deep inside her, in wave after wave just as powerful as the first time. Yet as she subsided against his chest, falling forward, with his cock still buried in her slick pussy, he didn’t feel exhausted still.
“That was lovely, thank you,” Roxy murmured.
Vandal kissed her head and stroked her hair. “Good girl,” he said. �
�Good girl.” It seemed appropriate, and she hugged him tightly when he said, it, her fingers scratching at him possessively and her lips planting kisses on his sweat slick chest.
“Mmm. Am I your good girl?” she murmured.
“You are my good girl. More. You’re the best girl, Roxy. Who could ask for more?” Vandal said, hugging her tightly to him.
“I’ll be good for you, all the time, I promise,” Roxy said, biting her lip. “Unless you want me to be bad, of course.”
Vandal chuckled. “I’m sure you will make me very happy, even if you’re sometimes naughty.”
“Would you prefer it if I were naughty? I can be whatever you need.”
“I suppose that would depend on what you meant by naughty,” Vandal chuckled.
“It can mean whatever you want it to, my lord,” Roxy said. Then she shifted her hips, so he flopped out of her, his cock still at half-mast much to his surprise.
In a flash she’d slid down his body and her tongue was licking a trail from his balls up his shaft, which quickly came back to life. Vandal moaned with passion and Roxy giggled as she ran her tongue all over his cock. He looked down his chest at her, and saw she was licking up thick trails of his seed.
Roxy caught the bulk of the creamy white fluid then opened her mouth, displaying it to him on her tongue.
“Naughty girls do that. Good girls swallow it,” Vandal growled.
Her mouth closed, her eyes sparkled, and she swallowed dutifully, before showing off her clean tongue and empty mouth. “Does it please you, my lord?”
“You know it does, minx. Does it please you though?”
Roxy chuckled and licked him again. “I have a naughty side and a good side. The naughty girl loves tasting my cum on your cock, licking up your lovely spunk, feeling you cum in my mouth,” she said, before she swallowed his cock again and began to bob up and down on his erection.
“And what about the good girl?” Vandal asked. Roxy sucked him for a few more lengths, before letting his cock pop free as she gasped for air.
“She loves to hear you moan as you take your pleasure in her mouth, feel your guiding hand in her hair to encourage her, hear you groaning your love as she worships your big cock and knowing that you need her,” Roxy sighed, kissing up and down his shaft.
Vandal put his hands to the mattress, and pushed himself back until he was sitting upright, his back against the pillows propped against the headboard. “Come here,” he growled as he beckoned at the sexy goblin.
Roxy crawled up the bed toward him, until he could put his hands to her head. Vandal stroked her hair, and she rubbed her cheek against his palm, licking her lips and glancing down at him. He smiled and gently guided her head down, which made her moan in anticipation as she approached the treat he was offering.
Her mouth enveloped him, and really, from that point, she was in control. He didn’t need to apply pressure, or buck his hips up to meet her, or give her orders. Roxy knew what he wanted. She knew what she needed. And she knew how to get it for both of them.
Vandal still kept his hands on her head though, playing with her hair, giving her the pretence that he was in control, guiding her, perhaps even making a good girl do something wicked.
There were four types of sound. The first was the creak of the bed, as the goblin put her whole body into bobbing her head up and down. The second was the wet sound of her mouth on his shaft. The third was the moans she made, which were more distinct when he did try applying just a little pressure to her head. Roxy evidently loved having him in charge.
But the fourth sound, the fourth sounds were his. They were the molten hot sounds of iron dripping from the crucible. The grunts of the smith, working hard to shape the rod of metal before him. The patient, lusty sound of a barbarian waiting to come.
Vandal was grateful that his completion did not arrive many years after it was expected, but within minutes of the expectation being set. He didn’t need to make this last all night, although a small part of him was using his mind's eye to contemplate what a long evening of this might be like for both of them. Roxy moaned around him and made perfect sounds of appreciation that only drove him further along his path to the peak of pleasure.
When he finally came, she didn’t cough or splutter, but expertly pumped his cock into her mouth, filling it with his cum. She had kept her eyes locked to his face the entire time she was going down on him, and he could see her eyes crinkle with delight as each jet added to her reward.
When he was done, Roxy tipped her head back letting his cock fall from between her lips, and showing him what he’d done. He’d always wondered what it would be like to have a girlfriend who not only loved sucking his cock, but enjoyed showing off like that after he’s come in her mouth. He wasn’t in the slightest bit disappointed.
Vandal smiled, stroked her hair and nodded his permission. Dutifully, eagerly, she swallowed his seed again. “All gone,” she said. “Thank you, my lord.”
“Good girl. Good girl,” he sighed, slumping against the pillows for a moment, before drawing her up the bed, and spooning her.
Vandal could feel his tumescent cock against her thighs, and knew from the way she snuggled against him, Roxy would be very happy if he took her again, pounding her into the mattress. Instead, he drew the covers over them, and kissed her neck, making her sigh contentedly.
After a few minutes of cuddling, when their session had clearly ended, they got notifications.
New Sex Act: Holy Cummunion! Roxy Lickspring swallowed your issue while it was blessed by the goddess, gaining Amoria’s favour. 50 XP
Vandal blinked in surprise. Had he really gained experience points from doing that? Roxy giggled when she felt him tense up.
“Did you get a message too?” she asked.
“I did.”
“I wonder if we could level up like that?” Roxy teased.
“I’m not sure it would be very quick but if we decide to do any grinding, it’s more fun than hunting wild boars and wolves,” Vandal chuckled, laying kisses along her neck.
“You can grind experience in my mouth any time you want, High Priest Lionheart.”
Vandal laughed. “Naughty girl.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Chapter Fifteen
Roxy was making the sort of noises that a reader does when they’ve forgotten they are not alone. Vandal had been trying to ignore each gasp of surprise, murmur and tut of disapproval, that she subconsciously vocalised for at least twenty minutes, though it felt longer. It didn’t seem that he was going to get that post-coital nap that his brain seemed to think he’d benefit from.
When he could stand it no longer, he rolled onto his back, and pushed himself up into a sitting position beside her. Roxy put the Amorian Scriptures down for a moment, “Can’t sleep?”
“Not with you making sound effects all the time, I can’t, no,” Vandal said.
“Oh dear, was I? I do, do that I’m afraid. I guess dying didn’t cure me of the habit.”
“I’ll try to file it under adorable quirks and not irritating foibles,” Vandal said.
“That sounds fair.”
“Have you found anything interesting then, since I’m up anyway? It sounds like you might have, or perhaps it’s just filling in some trivia?”
“No, there’s bits of background colour of course, but some of this will be useful.”
“Such as?”
“I was just reading how we can build out our new base.
Vandal blinked and sat up a bit straighter, trying to lean toward her and read over her shoulder but she slammed the book closed.
“Naughty, you should read this yourself!” Roxy admonished him.
“I will,” Vandal said, kissing her shoulder. “Why don’t you read me some of the good bits now, though?”
Roxy looked down her nose at him, “How lazy are you, exactly?”
“Please?” he pleaded, stroking his fingers up her thigh from her knee to her hips. Roxy chewed her lip and closed her
eyes, as he kissed her neck and his touch suggested wonderful bribes. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
“Mmm. If you like being read to in bed, I suppose I could be obliging,” Roxy admitted. Vandal snuggled up to her happily, and she giggled in that delightful tinkling way of hers.
Roxy opened the book once more, flipped through the pages and began to stroke his head gently as she read.
“Welcome, Roxy and her man child, Vandal, to your Level One Temple Complex (Subterranean Ancient Elvish Hidden Temple Tile set Six) with Watchtower Fortifications and Hamlet Add-ons, from industry leaders, White Knight, Tamer & King.”
“Come on, you made that up,” Vandal scoffed.
“No, it fills in blank bits as you read. There are spaces for our names,” Roxy said, lifting the book and running her finger under the opening line.
Vandal read, ‘Roxy and her man child, Vandal’ and grunted. “Well, holy shit. I stand corrected.”
Roxy nodded. “For an instruction manual for a holy person, it’s got quite a lot of snarky passages in it, though that’s the most personal thing I’ve read yet. Man-child suits you though, sweetie,” she said. Vandal wasn’t going to argue, he was having enough difficulty not purring with her fingers twirling the wispy hair on the back of his neck and her nails scratching his scalp. “Now, shall I go on, or are you going to interrupt all the time?”
“Okay, I’ll try and be quiet,” he murmured.
“As the proud new owner of one of our popular starter products you may be a little overwhelmed, wondering where to get started. Fortunately, this guide has been assembled to ease you into the whole process,” Roxy said. “Once you’ve mastered these early stages, you can seek out our advanced guides, through quests, looting powerful opponents and their treasure hoards, and in high quality magical literature shops throughout New Albion.”