All A Hero Needs Is A Quest 8

Vicca gasped, torn between delight at having Karne’s educated tongue at her navel, exploring its round little dimple, and heartbreak at him abandoning her cunt, no longer giving her the pleasure that had become a storm whirling inside her.

It was always such when she approached a peak—Karne didn’t bear down on her, forcing her to completion, but strayed as if following some whim. Allowing her rapture to ebb and become seething arousal; an arousal far greater than she had ever experienced before lovemaking. Somehow, he made her want it even more now than when she didn’t have it.

He kissed the firm curving of her stomach, while underneath, his hands petted their way from her lower belly to her thighs. Rubbing and massaging as if to speed along the emotions that his lips made, going straight to her cunt. Vicca purred, feeling him twine his fingers in her pubic jungle, plucking at her thatch hairs like they were the strings of a harp. But the music was all inside her.

Even the prickle of the hay she lay on faded—she knew nothing but the feel of corded masculinity in Karne’s arms, wrapping around her hips and plump bottom. His fingers pulled at the creamy flesh of her ass, petting and stirring feelings… absurdly reminding Vicca of how adroitly Karne soothed their horses whenever one spooked.

She wondered if he meant to be as able at handling her as he was their mounts. If he thought she needed such help to weather the bliss he intended to inflict on her.

***

Karne rolled onto his back, pulling Vicca up over him so that she ended up straddling his face. He no longer needed his hands to hold her womanhood close to him—gravity pulled her down, fed him her sweetness. And with his fingers freed, he shoved down his trousers and breeches, freeing his manhood from the pain of being confined—

Sonja’s eyes widened. Her hand flew up to cover her dropped jaw. Pain indeed! The man must’ve been in agony, keeping such a beast locked up in so small a cage. He was ten inches at least, a mast of cock rising straight up to the ceiling, with glowing precum falling from the massive church bell that topped the whole construct. It was, without doubt, the most mammoth erection Sonja had ever seen. She didn’t believe a man could be that hard without finding the nearest warm body and ravaging it until every inch of that erection was satiated. And she didn’t believe Vicca could take the damn thing, not all of it.

No wonder she’s taking his tongue instead, Sonja thought. Too many sessions with that monster and she’d lose her knack for walking.

She snorted in derision, regarding Vicca as a coward. No matter how it hurt, she wouldn’t shirk from such a challenge in favor of a few licks. How much did the girl even love her man if she left him with that swollen hardness demanding relief for any amount of time?

***

Karne’s fingers alighted on some stray nerve in her buttock, playing along it to make Vicca tingle so hard that she squeezed her thighs together in attempted denial. That seemed his signal to resume her ravishment. With bullish insistence, he forced her legs apart and again set his head between them.

Vicca writhed and gasped, panting for breath that there was no reason she couldn’t summon. Once more she thought of their horses, all a’lather. She was spraying her breath out like she’d been at full gallop for miles, but she was only swaying in place, letting Karne labor at her.

***

Sonja drew closer, picking her way across the floorboards with care not to put her weight anywhere that would draw sound. She needed more of this spectacle, needed to better hear the sound of Karne’s lustful hunger as the girl’s taste filled his mouth. Only Vicca was being so loud—groaning and gasping and crying out—that it was hard to listen to Karne. Sonja wanted to gag her. But she wanted the boy’s prick more.

As it simply stood there, taunting her, towering out of Karne’s loins totally unattended, Sonja’s mouth watered. She could smell its musk, thick and earthy, reminding her of a slaughterhouse in the sheer excess of life and appetite and zeal. She reached out to it, just to see how its size compared to her hand, and her long things were dwarfed by its awesome length, its girth. Its heat. She felt him burning like a tallow candle, waves of heat breaking against her palm with every second she held it close to his straining masculinity.

***

Vicca was quickening, swelling with the love juices she would soon give to Karne’s thirsty mouth. She didn’t know what strange alchemy made it so that some spot within her, if touched enough by Karne’s tongue, could take her pleasure from simple fun to something that flowed and surged and forced its way out of her.

She knew men had their seed and women had to get the seed; that women were there for men’s pleasure and propagation, as she’d been taught. But there was pleasure in giving pleasure; she loved satisfying Karne and Karne had to feel the same, the way he was so adamant about bringing her to sheerest transport…

***

Sonja shouldn’t have touched it. She knew she shouldn’t have. He was another woman’s man. His cock was for her, waiting for her, ready for her. But just one finger… to feel if he really was throbbing as hard as it looked (he was)… and the seething surface of his cock squirmed with precum, lively and precious, warm and slippery, just the thing to carry him inside that bitch even if he succeeded in licking up all her cream like he seemed determined to.

Sonja pulled her hand back like she’d singed it on something. His precum clung to the pad of her finger, still warm, still moist. Helplessly, she rubbed the wetness of it between her fingertips. It seemed to get even hotter.

Inexorably, Sonja’s hand moved up her body, closer and closer to her opening mouth, her waiting tongue… dripping with what it carried to sate her inferno of hunger.

***

A lick across her center and Vicca’s control was stolen away, all over again. She clamped her thighs shut, catching Karne’s head right where she wanted it. His hands moved over her flanks, stroking and petting the thighs she held him captive with as he would mollify a skittish colt. No matter how tightly she held him, Vicca could not consider herself in control—not when his tongue was doing what it was doing.

A rosy flush suffused her voluptuous body, the color settling onto her like a layer of liquid, painting her to match the passion-red flurry within. She moaned, squirmed, danced her pelvis as though to keep up with the whipping motions of Karne’s tongue. She could not catch up to it; its pleasures would not settle into something she could withstand or be inured to.

***

Vicca let out a little coughing shriek. Her labia reeled apart under the pressure of Karne’s next lick. His agile tongue pressed inside her, a slippery eel that her folds tightened on but couldn’t hold. She wished he would stop—pause long enough for her to catch her breath and at least identify these feelings swamping her body—in her ardor, Vicca didn’t recall how put out she’d been during his recent visit to her belly button, leaving her pussy alone as she longed for him to do now.

Blissful moans assailed her ears continuously. Vicca wondered who else could be in such ecstasy until she realized they were coming from her. It was more than pleasure she felt now. Karne’s lapping found a receptive vessel to fill deep in her belly and it was soon laden with tension. Karne’s tongue worked in lazy circles, satisfying Vicca even as the rising contents of the vessel promised more.

***

Sonja’s well-licked hand wrapped around Karne’s rod. It pumped up and down, summoning up a fresh wave of precum with no effort. The clinging white wetness flooded over Sonja’s knuckles, swamped her palm, and as much as Sonja wanted to keep jerking on that wonderful font and see what more she could get from it, she could not resist what she’d already worked free of him.

Her right hand went up to her mouth, Sonja practically gagging herself to suck all she could from her fingers.

Her left hand went between her legs.

***

Vicca’s thighs clasped and unclasped, working their lustful pressure against the immovable obstacle of Karne’s head. She branded the tender skin of her inner thighs with his stubble, trying to crush the source of her pleasure to where she was so vulnerable to it.

It worked, after a fashion: sensing her mounting need, Karne drove his tongue cock-deep into her. Vicca was saturated for delight. She fell to the side, only held up by a thankfully close pole, and simply let this decadent feeling have its way with her. But there was no limpidness in the offing when such ecstasy was having its way with her.

***

Sonja was cross-eyed, face inches from Karne’s member, unable to look away from the masculinity she had touched, tasted, but not yet fully experienced. His musk inundated her senses; it seemed to fill her lungs, from there burning all of her flushed body with spicy warmth. And the taste was still heavy on her tongue… she had sucked so much of it off her fingers, again and again, the flavor never-ending even before she reached to his cock for more of it. And there was more of it. Always more to taste.

Sonja tried to tell herself she shouldn’t indulge anymore. But the moment she opened her mouth, her tongue was lolling out, reaching for that leaking bellend and all its delicious white…

***

Her body had always been hers and hers alone. Vicca had put little thought into sharing it with Karne, assuming it would be hers again afterward. But it conspired with him against her, flooding her mind with feelings she couldn’t account for and could not fight. No wonder these sensations were meant to be discovered in the marital bed. She couldn’t feel them without being enthralled to their source… a slave to them…

Gods, the maddening tension! She felt like some steel ingot in a forge, being hammered in the proper shape against all logic and reason! Red-hot, so that everything once firm and known was malleable. But no blacksmith had ever been so deft in his manipulations as Karne. Whatever vessel was inside her felt stuffed and overfull now—twisting, stretching, straining, until she knew it would break. It was only a question of when.

***

It was all Sonja could do not to reach out with her hands to any of Karne’s many muscles, to feel them clenching and tightening as they did so visibly… not to mention Vicca. Even if Sonja’s preference was for men, there was something to be said for all the luscious roundness, the inviting softness, and all of it so flushed and pleasured and sweating and screaming. Sonja was tempted to join in that raucous entertainment… see if it were possible for both of them to fit atop Karne’s licking tongue.

But all she did was drag her own tongue over his phallus, making her senses reel with the intoxicating blast of Karne’s potency.

It was like all her life was a bubble, shielding her from the satisfaction she could find in experiencing this majestic prick, and now the bubble burst and all Sonja knew was the passion she’d been hidden from all her life.

***

His hands curled into claws, raking her buttocks, rending open her mute numbness to let pure sensation in. Vicca couldn’t believe she’d lived so long without knowing her body’s potential; without realizing the pleasure it was capable of. She felt herself soar, floating upwards until her spine bent and she was craned over Karne’s head, dragging her fingernails through his hair. Sticky needles of hay drifted off her heaving body. Sweat dripped away from her. All she felt, through the haze of pleasure, was Karne’s arms around her waist, his smile in her lap, and his tireless tongue taking ruthless advantage of how sensitive she was.

It felt like the Gods had misplaced a whirlwind or a thunderstorm, putting it inside her instead of up in the clouds. It hurt, it twisted her insides into knots, but however bad it got, Vicca still wanted more. She heard a thin keening moan and knew it was her own—if anyone within earshot was feeling so luscious, it had to be her.

And, more the wonder, Karne liked doing this to her. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, otherwise he would’ve stopped long ago. Would he ever stop? She didn’t want him to, except that if she could get her bearings, maybe she could convince herself this was really happening. That it wasn’t all some fever dream.

***

It seemed impossible that Sonja could not merely lick such a towering edifice, but fit it within her mouth. Feel its heat crashing against the inside of her cheeks instead of the wrappings of her fingers. Taste its sweetness ever-so-briefly before she swallowed it, the still-pungent heat dropping down to illuminate the lower reaches of her body.

Gurgling, Sonja forced another inch down her throat.

***

Reaching up now to fondle her cleavage, Karne licked her, kissed her, caressed her with her lips. His tongue went into secret pockets of delight within her that Vicca had never known were there to be accessed. Every flick of his tongue wound the tension tighter, making Vicca feel like she was about to be torn apart by all she was feeling.

Like a tidal wave caught within a bottle, there was no way it could all fit. It was magic that she’d lasted even a moment, experiencing all of this.

It couldn’t last. Maybe a warrior woman like Sonja could take all of this, but not her. Too much. Just too much for a simple milk maiden of Cramhold. Great rolling waves of delirious feeling battered Vicca again and again—each one overwhelming her.

Darkness tugged at her. It seeped into her vision. She nearly fainted, before another slash of Karne’s tongue returned her to orgiastic consciousness. He wouldn’t stop, only substitute one pleasure for another. Taking his tongue away—Vicca gasped in relief—he slotted his finger into her instead.

And on his first stroke inside, found another pocket of feeling Vicca had never known was there. A plug in that vessel inside her, and when he touched it, all the passion drained out of it to permeate the rest of her body. Now all of her joined in what her cunt had felt. Her flesh all sang, but Vicca’s lips were dumb, insensate. They could only fit the noise into a scream.

“HHAAAAHHHH!”

Vicca knew her own voice, but barely. She’d never taken it so high before. She felt a great leap inside her, as though there was a geyser inside her that had suddenly become overfull. Frothing out of her with a heat she hadn’t known her body was capable of.

The tension all released at once, purged from her in marvelous lunges of feeling like the wetness was licking her from the inside on its way out. Doing as Karne had shown it. Vicca felt herself melting down until she was sure the hay would soak her up, she was so boneless, so empty of any motion other than sagging downward.

***

Sonja couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t swallow. There was no way for her to fit anymore of his overwhelming size within her meager gullet.

She kept pressing downward anyway.

***

Floating in raw satiation, Vicca had a hard time believing that any woman had discovered this before. Surely, she’d never allow her daughters to settle for anything else if she knew they could feel this way. Insist on her sons learning this addictive trick that would give them their pick of wives. Was she the first in her family line to have experienced this? She had to share it—had to bear her Karne many children to spread this feeling. Daughters who could teach their husbands to tend to them this way…

Suddenly she realized that Karne had gotten no satisfaction from this outside of however good her cream tasted. He’d done all this to satiate her. Or maybe it was to prepare her. Vicca remembered their first time—how cataclysmic it had been, destroying her, as though he were a tree. Watered in the violence of that day and returning its fruit to her. More than she could take.

Today, he’d been watered in Sonja’s perfectly desirous body, the frustration of her refusing them. What fruits would be hers now that Karne had taken in such?

***

Her lips were numb. Her teeth sweetly stung, like she’d eaten three helpings of steak. Even her tongue was sore. And still the man hadn’t come.

Sonja felt slighted. She’d given into temptation without even the reward of sin. No matter how many times she slurped up his addictive precum, the final pleasure didn’t come. She didn’t get to know she’d satisfied him. It was like he was enthralled to Karne, set on her alone as his mate.

Sonja knew then what she needed. And what she’d do to get it…

The same thing she’d do to get anything she wanted…

Whatever it took.

***

Karne felt out her body as if mining for the shudders still going through her lassitude. He stroked and roved and pinched, gently stirring her from her lazy contentment and blank thoughtlessness. Into memories of how good it had been. A renewed desire for him, knowing Karne was far from exhausted—that she could still have much more of this sumptuous enjoyment.

He ran slick, sweaty hands up and down her body—between her legs and inside her folds, allowing her to taste his fingers in both places. Taking away her satisfaction but replacing it with the promise of much, much more. Not only her delight, but his. They could both feel this way… her and her beloved… she’d taste herself as he kissed her and know that was only the start of what Karne could do to her body…

Vicca wondered if her own taste was like that of Sonja… if tasting herself was like what Karne had experienced between her legs, what was between Sonja’s legs… Gods, the woman was like an apparition! Even when all her mind was wiped clean by delights in abundance, Sonja lingered hatefully, a curse that hadn’t been dispelled, the frustration of her refusal even more potent than Vicca’s desire for Karne. She would erase it, though. As aggravating as Sonja had been, the memory of her couldn’t stand up to the reality of Karne. This time, they would both know ecstasy. What would Sonja know after tonight but a full bladder?

“Inside me..  no more waiting… make me a woman again…”

Vicca traced a loving valentine over her overflowing cleavage and Karne’s inadequate attempt to fully handle them, stimulating herself with her own brisk touch. It wasn’t enough for her. Even Karne’s tongue, deep inside her sex, hadn’t been enough. Else why would she want more?

“Give it to me, Karne! Give it to me now! Fuck me like only you can fuck me!”