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Travelling through the hilly wooded landscape was no easy task by itself, but it was only made harder when the heavy rain started to pelt down onto the two young travelers. They had been walking since dawn to try and stay ahead of the oncoming storm, and knew it would eventually reach them, but they had hoped to have reached the village by now. Setback after setback drove them closer to the storm, and though the trees offered some protection from the rain, they would have to find shelter if they were to make it through the night. The ground beneath them would soon grow muddy and slippery, and landslides and mudslides would become far more common.
Kinji held his sleeve to his face in an attempt to weather the cold and provide much needed visibility in the growing winds of torrential rain. Alas, his visibility was not much better than Essie’s.
“Anything useful?”
Even with her voice raised, the spellcaster’s voice barely cut through the sound of the storm, the rain crashing down hard against the trees and forest floor. Kinji shook his head, though she could scarcely tell.
“Hard to say. I think I see something up ahead, though.”
He pointed off into the distance. Essie came up beside him, trying to see past the blur of water.
“A cave?”
“I don’t think so… There’s no rockface to speak of. Perhaps a fallen tree? Or an abandoned shelter?”
“A shelter? Here?”
The samurai shrugged. They were practically shouting at each other, like two drunk friends on a night out at a danceclub. It was the only way they could understand one another in these conditions.
When they approached Kinji’s discovery, they were surprised to find something better than a shelter. Before them, tucked away past a hill, and in between a grouping of trees, stood a house made of logs, and roofed with moss and branches. It looked sturdy, and in good condition - from the outside at least, and as far as they could tell in this weather. The two gave each other a look, wondering whether this was a blessing or a trap. Did someone live out here? Or perhaps it was built with situations like this in mind? Both seemed equally unlikely. Yet here it stood.
Not having much other choice, the pair approached the building. Essie knocked on the door, while Kinji tried to peer through the makeshift window. It was more of a shutter, with the tiniest of creases inbetween the wooden slats. Too tiny, he noted. Too dark inside, too, perhaps, he couldn’t tell.
When there was still no answer, even after pounding and shouting greetings at the door, Essie pulled and pushed on the handle on a limb. To her and Kinji’s surprise, the door opened - with some difficulty. It seemed like it hadn’t been opened in quite some time.
The two entered hurriedly, and closed the door behind them before the weather got any worse. Drenched by the rain, they stood side by side, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.
It was dark, but surprisingly dry. Though there was cold air, the room was decorated in a way that made it clear someone lived here, or had done so in the past. On the walls hung shelves, some which were empty, some with pots and jugs and plates. There was a fireplace at the back of the room, some rustic chairs, and even a rug made of some kind of animal skin. Bear, or wolf, perhaps. There was a kitchen-like area to their right, complete with a stove and water basin. An open doorway between the two sections led to another room, but it was still too dark to make out any details beyond.
“Cosy.” Essie remarked, wringing the water from her hair onto the square stone entry.
Kinji drew his sword, which would normally have alarmed her if he wasn’t holding it out like a torch. In an instant, the blade of the katana caught fire, lighting the room in a warm glow. It really was a glorified torch, sometimes.
The young male wandered about the room, scanning a little more thoroughly for signs. Signs of trouble, signs of inhabitants - anything really. But he found naught. Judging from the gathered dust and the state of the door earlier, no one had been in here in quite some time. Looking into the room beyond, he saw a bed with red woolen blankets that had fallen into disrepair. It seemed they would have to use their bedrolls if they were planning on staying the night.
“I think it’s safe. I think no one will mind if we sit out the storm here.”
They were both cold and drenched. Even with the trees so close by, they could hear the impact of the rain on the moss-covered roof, and the walls and shutters outside. Essie had wandered towards the fireplace. Only a small, dusty pile of ashes remained from the last fire that was lit here. Gods only know how long ago that must have been. It was still surprising to see everything was in decent condition. Off to the side of the fireplace was a rack to store firewood. There were still a handful of logs left, albeit dry and dusty. Just enough for one fire. She debated in her mind whether she should light it now, or leave it for later, and decided since they were soaked through and through it was better to start a fire now. They could figure something else out later.
“There’s some wood here we can use for fire.”
Essie picked up the logs and started to arrange them in the hearth.
“Do you need anything for kindling?”
“Sure don’t.”
A competent magic user like her didn’t need kindling - although sometimes it could speed up the process. Luckily for her, the wood was dry enough that it caught fire as soon as she casted the spell. With the hearth comfortably roaring, Kinji withdrew his blade, the flames dousing as soon as it entered the ornately decorated sheath. He took position near the fire, standing with his arms outstretched to warm himself. The flame was not as big as they had hoped, likely due to the chill in the air, but it provided plenty of light. Kinji’s sleeves had soaked up a lot of the rain, dripping onto the rug beneath him. Essie watched him from one of the chairs that she had pulled up. Much like herself, she noted there was scarcely a single dry spot on his clothes.
Lately, she caught herself gazing at her companion more often. They had been on the road together for so long, and had gone through a lot. They had only eachother to lean on for support, so it wasn’t surprising that she’d start to look at him the way she did. Some nights, on one of the few moments he was asleep, she would watch him, examining every little nook and cranny of his face. On other, rarer moments, her eyes were drawn elsewhere. Certain places that she kept in the deepest recesses of her mind, and would dig back up in the most private of moments.
Little did she know Kinji was of the same mind, engaging in similar behaviour.
In recent months, she learned to enjoy teasing him in little ways. Kinji was so inexperienced with the fairer sex that he was bound to get flustered at the mere mention of an innuendo, or deliberate little actions such as sighing a bit too strangely during her morning stretch, or breathing too close to his ear. He would not even dare to watch her in her smallclothes. For Essie, it was fun to watch him squirm a little, and only supported the idea that perhaps they could be more than just friends - something she had thought about more often than she was willing to admit.
As she watched him shiver in front of the hearth, a cheeky notion came to mind.
“You should get out of those wet clothes. You’re gonna catch a cold at this rate.”
Although she tried to sound genuinely concerned - which she was - Essie’s voice still had a hint of sauciness. She knew full well that he wouldn’t have the guts to undress before her. Just as she knew the hypocrisy of her words, as she was wearing her own rain-soaked clothing and had made no effort to follow her own advice as of yet.
“Mmhh… You’re right.”
Essie’s face turned red and warm with surprise.
“Huh…?!”
Kinji was tired. Far too tired. They had walked for so long that finding shelter and making sure it was safe were the only things on his mind when the storm started approaching. He was the least bit concerned with anything else, least of all sticking to the steadfastness he was prone to exhibit. Maintaining his modesty was a far-flung thought at this moment.
As he undid the bindings of his outer robe and the obi around his waist, the mage was still too stunned to speak. Due to the nature of their travel, the kimono he wore underneath his outer robe was split up into two parts, so that he didn’t have to remove his pants in order to be able to take his shirt off, so to speak. Very convenient for when wounds had to be treated. And situations such as this one.
The samurai disrobed, letting the tops of his collar and sleeves fall past his arms, revealing a well-toned torso, both scarred in cuts and burns. Almost all of these, Essie had treated herself. But seeing them in this light, in this situation… There was an eroticism to it, the way his robe fell off his shoulders. She could feel her heart flutter like a bird upon watching this.
His skin was pale, with the thinnest of body-hair, barely visible to the eye. She could see droplets of moisture that had seeped through his robes glistening on his bare skin. With his top-half exposed, Kinji grabbed the other chair, and dragged it closer to the fireplace before hanging the wet fabric over the back to dry. Quickly, he sought comfort near the flames again. Essie’s gaze stretched across his body. From his long, dark hair, tied up in a ponytail that draped just past his shoulder blades; to his broad and scarred shoulders; down his back; and just above his buttocks.
She felt something rise within her when she examined him. Her breathing increased, and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Kinji looked over at her, and upon noticing her gaze, realised she was staring at his chest. Like he usually did, he immediately grew flustered, a warm rosy red colouring his pale cheeks when he realised what he had just done. In his mind, and according to his customs, he had basically done the equivalent of exposing oneself.
“O-oh-! U-uhm-! Sorry- You said I-.. I’m sorry-”
“No no, you’re alright. I-I did say you should get out of those wet clothes…”
Her voice was bashful, with an excited lilt. She tucked her knees to her ample chest, sitting on the rickety chair folded into a ball. Kinji saw her gaze drop lower, and he followed it.
“Your pants… They’re soaked too…”
Kinji’s heart was pounding at the speed of a horse’s gallop. Surely she could not be suggesting…?!
“S-surely you’re not suggesting I-I-I-...”
“They’re wet, Kinji. Do you want to catch a cold?”
“I-I’d much rather than expose myself to you…! I-I can’t do that!!”
Essie’s head tilted to the side, watching his half-burnt face. He had such cute flustered expressions, she thought. He really was a prude, though.
“It’s just us here… Who cares?”
“I do!”
She pouted, furrowing her brows at him.
“You’re really going to jeopardise our travel by catching a cold instead of just taking your pants off? I know you’re stubborn, but come ooonnnn…”
She said, rolling her eyes at him. Her voice was relatively calm, but still had a teasing tone to it. Her façade of tranquility was good enough to fool the samurai, but not herself. She wanted to see how far she could get him to go. They were going to be here for a while, and without anything to do but sleep, she might as well create the entertainment that was lacking.
Kinji paused. The silence hung over them, with only the ambient noises of the fire crackling, and the rain and thunder pouring outside against the wooden cabin. His heart was beating in his throat. His eyes scanned her figure, the blush still fresh on his face.
“You’re wet.”
Essie jolted in surprise, her eyes shooting wide and her face burning with embarrassment.
“W-what?? H-How did-”
“Your clothes…?”
Kinji blinked at her, not quite understanding what spooked her so. He cleared his throat, facing away from her.
“O-Oh…”
Thank fuck, she thought in relief. But that comfort only lasted but a moment, realising his implication. He’d sniffed out her hypocrisy.
“Y-You’re also in soaked clothing…! You shouldn’t be worried about me catching a cold. You are just as susceptible!”
He exclaimed, but his tone was matter-of-factly rather than judgemental or frustrated. Since he himself had such a stigma about decency and appearance, Kinji couldn’t fathom the possibility of her following her own advice. Not with him in the room. Sure, she may have attempted a couple of times in the past, to tease him… But not recently. Although…
Kinji just realised he made a huge bluff, and wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was this damned cabin. But Essie, her core burning and trembling, took a deep breath and sighed.
“Okay, then.”
“W-what..?”
Before he could even get his thoughts in order, Essie had stood up from the chair, and started undressing. He watched in awe - and with a heat on his cheeks that could only be equated to the burns he had suffered - how his close companion took off her trousers and tights, revealing her smallclothes. As she took off her top, Kinji could not take his eyes off her generous chest, springing free as she pulled the fabric over her head, revealing a modest but pretty bra.
Essie was blushing fiercely, but her expression showed a cocky and toothy grin. If Kinji wasn’t trembling so much, he would surely notice her doing the same.
“Your turn~”
Kinji blinked several times in succession. He tried to look away from her, to preserve her modesty, but simply could not. Her curvy figure and soft skin was too appealing a sight. Even the heavy scarring on her stomach appealed to him. He considered her words. Was he really going to dress down to his underwear? She certainly was correct in the fact that his hakama were drenched in mud and water, but to go that far… But she was standing there, expectantly, in nothing but a red pair of panties and a dark bra. Wasn’t it only fair…? If he did, though, she would surely notice the growing tent that was pitching in his smallclothes from eyeing her body. The longer she waited, the more here anticipation (and frustration) grew - in multiple senses of the word. Essie’s eyes were eyeing the man up and down, feeling herself grow warmer, though not from the fire.
With a hint of reluctance, and a whole lot of embarrassment, Kinji relented. In a quick motion, paired with an annoyed and abashed grumble, he undid the binding on his trousers, and they fell to the floor before rapidly being picked up and thrown over the chair with his other clothes.
There was a glimmer in Essie’s eyes when she saw the outline of his length poking through his smallclothes. It looked large and thick. She had seen glances of it before, but never from up close, and never in this state. She put a hand to her mouth to hide her eager smile, her mind already wandering off to less-pure places.
They both stood there for a while, looking at each other, but mostly shivering. Being without clothes was much colder than wearing wet ones. The fire that roared quietly near them was not enough to stay warm. The smug look that played on Essie’s face was replaced with one unrecognisable to Kinji, her arms wrapped around herself to keep herself warm. Strangely, though, her breasts were on full display. Why she didn’t bother to hide them was beyond him, but he wouldn’t openly admit he was happier for it.
“It’s cold…” Essie said, awkwardly.
“... Yes.” Kinji responded, also awkwardly.
“... The fire isn’t doing much, huh…?”
“No… But it’s better than nothing…”
A silence hung over them again, until the mage broke it.
“We should.. probably huddle together. We’ll stay warmer that way…”
She didn’t sound shy. Neither did she sound as playful as before, though there was still a faint hint. Kinji thought to himself for a moment. He felt uneasy. Anxious. Nervous. But it was a sensible thing to do.
“M-Mmmh…”
He nodded in response, uncertain, but edged closer to his companion.
They seated themselves on the rug in front of the fire, shoulders touching. The flustered samurai still had trouble keeping his eyes off of Essie’s ‘assets’, especially now that he was in much closer proximity. They were large, and looked incredibly soft in the light of the fire. He could even spot a birthmark poking out from between her cleavage. Kinji stared at them for so long, he was afraid she would certainly notice by now. But she never did, as her own eyes were glued to Kinji’s raging erection, which he still tried to hide unsuccessfully. Long and pulsing, it looked thick and aching in his underwear. She could barely make out the outline of its head. Her body trembled, her mind racing with fantasies. She could feel herself growing damp at her core, a warm wetness seeping through the soft red cloth of her briefs, and her breathing increasing. If only she had a moment to herself. But maybe.. this was better…
Essie lowered her knee and spread her leg a little, in the hope that he would notice, perhaps. His gaze was drawn momentarily to her movement, but she couldn’t tell if he saw what she wanted him to see. A quick glance at his aching length told her that perhaps he had, however, a strong twitch and pulse raised the length with the cloth of his underwear.
“You know…~”
Essie started, her voice laced with excitement.
“... It’s still kind of cold… Even when we’re close like this…~”
Kinji did not feel the cold. The hearth wasn’t enough, sure. But he could feel how warm her skin was. Moreover, being in this position made the blood course through his veins faster - in some places more than others.
“Y-you’re still cold…? Your s-skin feels warm to me…”
His eyes met hers, bright gold and shimmering in the firelight. His heart skipped a beat.
“I know of a way to warm us up…~ If.. you’re okay with it…”
Kinji visibly swallowed, his eyes darting across her body, prompting a faint smirk from Essie in response.
“L-Like what…?”
He had a good idea of what she meant. But did she really mean it?
“Like…”
Essie trailed off, staring into his grey-blue eyes. He felt something probe his mind. It was a familiar feeling - something Essie could do with her magic, transferring basic concepts and transposing it into the minds of others.
His face could not get any redder when concepts of lust, ecstasy, and fornication seeped into his mind like a viscous honey over a freshly baked pastry. She could see his thoughts race, his eyes darting back and forth across her and the room around them, and she could also see the heavy throbs in his smallclothes, pulse after pulse. A small spot of wetness appeared where she imagined his tip would be, seeping into the cloth and colouring it dark and shiny.
“Is that… okay?”
Realising she might have overwhelmed him a little, she asked to make sure. As much as she knew she wanted this, Kinji is the kind of person who might need more time for this. A soft but keen smile appeared on her face when he quietly nodded in response.
“It’s okay... I know it’s a little weird… Just… Trust me~”
That, above all else, he did. He trusted her when she helped free him from bindings when he was captured by surprise by a group of wanton bandits. He trusted her when she told him to jump a gap while carrying her, enhancing his leap with her arcane prowess. And now, he trusted her again as he felt a warm, gentle caress against his cheek, as her hand cupped his face, and leaned in closer.
Her lips were soft, though a little dry. But that soon changed when the kiss persisted. With their eyes closed, they allowed themselves to melt into the moment. Essie let out the faintest of moans when Kinji hesitantly reached for her own cheek. Feeling emboldened, she let her tongue enter his mouth, swirling with his in a passionate dance. He was a surprisingly good kisser for someone with no experience. She felt a little dizzy, and so did Kinji, but they kept exploring each other’s mouths, until finally, their kiss broke. When their lips parted, a trail of their passion was left between them, glistening and thin.
“You have.. no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that…”
Essie said, her eyes a little hazy from the experience. She didn’t feel any embarrassment or awkwardness in this moment - they had gone far past that.
“P-Probably for about as long as I’ve wanted to…”
He sheepishly admitted, getting a chuckle out of her.
“Aahh… Well... There’s something else I’ve been wanting for a while…~”
Her hand slid from his cheek down to his chest, tracing it with her finger before exploring lower. She felt Kinji tremble under her touch, her fingers lightly brushing against the outline that held her attention and occupied her mind. The samurai’s breathing grew faster, his muscular chest heaving, while his eyes watched the mage’s delicate hand slowly take hold of his throbbing size. Essie let out a satisfied purr when she felt the hardness of his length, and with her fingers wrapped around him through his smallclothes, she started to pump, resulting in a whine from the samurai.
“E-Essie…!~” His whimpering trailed off as his head reeled back in pleasure. Her touch was intoxicating as she slid her hand up and down his length. The shiny wet spot on his underwear grew larger and larger as more of his arousal spread with her less-than-delicate touch..
“You should get these off... I wanna see it~” she purred into his ear. Kinji felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to object - maintain his decency. As if he was under some sort of spell, he felt compelled to obey.
She let go of him, anxiously sitting beside him as she watched him reach for the hem of his underwear. He wasn’t exactly fast with it, which only aided in her arousal. With the tip stuck behind the hem, she could see the dark pubes at the base of his length. There was no other word to describe it - length. Slowly but surely, more of his shaft was exposed to her, thick and pulsing with need, until finally, his cock sprang free, its head glistening with pre. Essie couldn’t help herself, letting out something akin to a gasp. A sensation grew within her as she eyed her long-awaited present, feeling her own smallclothes starting to pool with her arousal. This time, she was the one who felt compelled.
With a hungry need, her fingers slid down her smallclothes, and circled at her heat, her wetness audible to the both of them. Her own breath hastened as she rolled her clit between her fingers, watching Kinji’s pulsing size twitch, his eyes glued to her self-servicing. She let out a few eager moans, rubbing herself off to that wonderful sight.
“Gods, Kinji… That looks so fucking good…”
The samurai would have grown red in the face if he wasn’t already blushing the fiercest he could. His cock twitched to her praise, resulting in another sultry moan from Essie.
With one hand occupied, her other hand slowly reached out for the aching length, wrapping her fingers around it as she began to pump it, her eyes filled with awe and hunger. It was so big, and thick too. She could barely wrap her hand around it. A jolt rushed through her core, and she started to circle her clit faster. A few of her fingers dipped between her folds. She was absolutely soaked. Her eyes looked up at him longingly, wanting.
“You’re so hard in my hand…”
As Essie’s hand stroked him off, Kinji let out moan after moan, unable to hold back. With such a simple act, she had made him undone, a complete mess of a man. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock and onto her fingers, which she spread across his shaft and cockhead. The massive length throbbed hard, twitching with lustful vigour against her fingers.
“Touch me too…” It was as if her voice itself was laced with magic, the desperation in her tone entering his ears and lodging itself into his head.
Kinji’s hand paused on her leg. Slowly, it shifted towards her wetness, trembling slightly. Her hand stopped pleasuring herself, making way in anticipation for the man’s own. Carefully, his fingers started to press against the wet cloth, pushing inbetween her petals. His mere touch already made her quiver.
He jolted when her hand suddenly took hold of his wrist.
“Nooo~... Like this….”
Essie guided Kinji’s hand down her underwear, pressing it against her pussy as she began to move her hips, grinding against him. “Fuck…” Kinji cursed in excitement and surprise, while Essie let out a satisfied groan, biting her lip.
“Mmmmmmhhhhh…~”
Eagerly, he explored her sopping cunt, his fingers rubbing against every bit of skin he could find. The mage stopped her grinding and momentarily stopped pumping Kinji’s cock, losing her grip and sense of self as pleasure ran through her body like lightning.
Reading her expressions and listening to the noises she made, he quickly found the spots that seemed to rattle her most.
“F-fuck..!!~” She exclaimed, looking at him with love and need in her eyes. Her breathing grew heavier, faster, and she picked up the pace in stroking his length. Wet, sloppy sounds of their pleasuring drowned out the storm outside, their eyes and ears only focusing on each other.
Essie could feel something build up inside of her when Kinji finally found his pace, rising and swelling slowly. “W-wait… N-not yet…” Her voice trembled, urging him to stop with clear reluctance. They both stopped, catching their breath. Kinji looked at her, confused, but unable to utter a word.
Slowly retreating his hand, his eyes grew wider as he watched Essie get to her knees, patting the wooden seat near her.
“Sit.” She commanded, her breath still ragged and wanting, and her eyes glazed with lust.
Kinji obeyed, his cock dripping its arousal onto the rug below as he moved towards the chair. The girl spread his legs, looking up at him with a smirk on her lips and need in her eyes.
“You’re leaking so much… You got my hands all messy… I want to taste you…”
Holding on to the base of his cock, Essie planted a series of gentle kisses along the shaft, keeping her gaze locked with his. Leaving a messy kiss at his tip, she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his fat length.
Kinji let out his loudest moan yet as he felt her tongue circle around the head of his cock to lap up his sweet nectar, bobbing her head in the process. His hands were unsure where to go, and ended up simply holding on to the chair as he squirmed. He could feel her moan and giggle as she took him further and further down her throat. It was like she was trying to take as much of him as possible.
“I like.. your taste~” she managed to utter between her hard work.
“F-fuck…! Essiiieee~…” Putting his hand against his mouth, his head rolled back for a moment, the wet slurping and moaning combined with the sensation of Essie’s skilled tongue sending his head spinning. Yet his gaze turned back to the beautiful view before him, his heart beating loudly in his chest.
With a wet pop, she let the cock spill from her mouth, a bridge of glistening spittle and pre still connected the tip of his length with her lips. Her hand stroked the length while she placed her lips against his shaft in loving kisses. “I like how I can make you squirm like this~ It’s cute~”
Relief mixed with disappointment coloured Kinji’s face when she let go of him and stood up before him. But that disappointment quickly waned when he saw her take off the soaked smallclothes, revealing her fuzzy mound and dripping heat, her pussy glistening and puffy. Rubbing herself, she looked at him.
“I can’t wait much longer… How do you want me?”
“H-how do I–…?” Kinji’s cock still throbbed, hard and aching.
“Stop thinking and just fuck me already…! How much clearer do I need to make it?” She said, chuckling with playful frustration.
“I want that fucking thing inside me…”
As if instinct took over, Kinji got up from the seat. Though her face showed surprise, Essie let herself fall back on the rug, as if she’d read his mind. He climbed on top of her, his generous length resting on top of her folds, looming over her as she pressed her back against the floor, her hair spilling into beautiful waves across it. She gave an excited yelp when she felt him grasp her waist, lifting her hips up into the air to aid him. But Kinji was quicker.
Taking hold of his fat cock, he aligned himself with her wetness, pushing himself into her with ease. They moaned simultaneously as his length spread her insides, shaping her walls to his size as she clenched around him with eager want.
“O-Oh Gods…!” The sudden entry took her breath away. She could already feel him reaching deep, her legs quivering. She noticed that even though he took her so suddenly, he still waited - not out of hesitation, but to let her get adjusted. Her lips curled into a smile. Even now, he was still being chivalrous. Silly fuck.
“Y-you’re inside of me… Finally.”
Unable to keep his instincts in check any longer, Kinji started pulling his hips back before pushing back into her, thrusting himself into her soaked cunt. Essie moaned sweetly for him, riding the waves of pleasure as his cock explored her insides. The sensation of her walls clamping down on him and releasing, pulsing with lust, made his mind go blank. The only thoughts present in his brain, were to fuck her stupid, and how gorgeous her tits swayed with his movements. Every time he pistoned into her, her massive chest bounced, almost spilling from her bra.
“Kinjiiiiiii~” His cock buried itself into places she didn’t know existed. Sweet spots that drove her closer and closer to bursting. Seeing his gaze fixated on her breasts, she lifted her top, exposing the gorgeous mounds to him. Instantly, his fat cock throbbed hard within her, making her mewl his name even louder.
“You’re so fucking hot, Essie…!” He finally managed to get past his lips, pounding away at her wet core. Inexperienced as he was, he had difficulty keeping up the pace - let alone pacing himself. The forced loss of momentum allowed him a moment to recover, catching much needed air. As he adjusted himself, kneeling on the ground, he propped his thighs under Essie’s. He could see his length, coated in slick, lodged halfway into the beautiful spellcaster. A throb ran through his cock once again.
His hands moved to her ample bosom, squeezing and playing with them in awe as he continued thrusting into her. They were too big to fit in his hands, soft flesh spilling through his fingers. And how soft they were. Softer than the finest silk or fur he’d ever felt. His fingers found her nipples, rolling them between his digits, invoking an approving response from Essie’s throat.
“F-fuck..! J-just like that! P-please don’t stop~”
Even if he wanted to, his hips were insisting on rolling into her over and over again. It was as if her core was inviting him in, savouring every thrust. Her walls clenched so tightly around him, he knew he had to slow his pace considerably. But he couldn’t.
He couldn’t bring himself to stop his relentless rutting, pounding her pussy with force, the slick sounds and Essie’s moans drowning out the harsh weather outside.
With his climax nearing, he looked into Essie’s eyes. She felt him draw his hips away from her, scraping her insides with the throbbing head of his cock, wetness pouring from her need. But before he could pull out, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back in.
“E-Essie?!”
“Don’t… Please~”
Kinji’s eyes showed a mix of worry and arousal. He felt conflicted, and it showed. His movements halted, his cock lodged deep within her, throbbing at the delayed release. The hands on her breasts absent-mindedly kneaded the soft flesh.
“I-If I don’t pull out, you could get–”
Her nails dug into his back, promptly getting Kinji’s attention.
“You don’t have to worry about that. The scar… Remember?”
With a smirk, she looked at him, her eyes full of need. He could feel her walls clenching a little tighter around him from what she hoped was to come.
He remembered. There would be no fears of her getting pregnant. It was impossible, after all. An injury early in life made it so.
Her hand moved to caress the side of his cheek, her nail brushing against the scarred flesh.
“So please… Unload your seed into me… All of it~ You can’t knock me up… But you should fuck me as if you’re trying to~”
Her nails dug into his back once more, leaving long streaks of red across the length of his back. At that moment, she began to move herself, lifting her hips to meet his own, milking his cock with a deep and needy moan.
At that point, Kinji couldn’t hold back anymore.
Leaning over her, he took hold of her hips and fucked into her as if his life depended on it, moaning and moving with unbridled lust, pent up from years of casting glances and receiving teasing comments and sneak-peeks at her figure. Essie’s moans hiked up.
“Yes, yes!! Just like thaaattt!!!”
She did her best to keep meeting his rutting, and to her credit did not grow tired. But Kinji was simply too fierce. His eyes were fixated on her generous chest, bouncing with his forceful movements. Her cunt was milking him better than any hand ever could, rubbing the skin of his length just right. Kinji’s own moans began to quicken and hike up. He was nearing his climax.
“Come!! Come!! Fill me!!”
Essie encouraged him, watching him ogle her tits as they swayed so delectably. And as commanded, he came, her name on his lips, whimpering, staggering, loud.
Strings of warm white seed spilled forth and filled Essie from within, spreading through her insides and coating her walls. The sensation of the hot liquid filling her triggered her own orgasm, and she called out his name off the top of her lungs. There was so much, some spilled out from her entrance.
They both rode out their orgasms, and soon his weight pressed down on her, exhausted and spent in more ways than one. Essie giggled, satisfied, and like Kinji, was panting heavily in order to catch her breath.
“Fuuuckkk…”
She finally exclaimed, taking a deep breath and releasing it soon after. Sound seemed to return to the cabin again, the weather outside still audibly raging. The fire they had lit still snapped the wood as it burned through it, gentle, like the heat it gave off.
Kinji felt his embarrassment return to him, unable to look at Essie, opting to keep his face in the crook of her neck instead. She still held onto him with her legs, loosely clasped around his waist.
“Sounds like we still have some time before the storm lets up.” Essie teased, nuzzling against his head. Her hand softly caressed his shoulders and the back of his head, her fingers combing through his now-messy hair.
“Would you like me to grab a blanket?”
Kinji’s head shot up to meet her gaze, blinking, his mouth slightly agape.
“There were blankets this entire time?!?!?!?”
Essie simply grinned, giving his face a weak little slap from her hand before pulling him in to kiss him.
It was going to be a while before the storm lets up…