Ry'Della-Beta-02

His cock twitched in her. A moan passed over her swollen lips as her eyes fluttered awake. They had passed out still connected. Birdsong drifted through the trees accompanied by a nearby brook. Idyllic, she thought, her eyes squinting in the light. His arms had her contained to his chest; she was held steadfast to him, secured only to the extra measure by his hardening dick. She chuckled, only he could have his cock working overtime while the rest of him slept so soundly. An elongated sigh of air skirted over her ear as she began to untangle herself. She could feel her pussy tighten around his semi-hardness, refusing to let go. Biting her lip to restrain the sound she was desperate to make, she removed herself from him with a disappointing pop followed by a slosh of liquid that dribbled down her leg. She felt...empty without him filling her. A shiver shook her spine. No, she refused, we're not getting into that.

The cum dripped down her leg as she began to stand. Her knees wobbled, and he took his chance to pounce. In a lazy action, he pulled her leg so that she fell on top of him. Catching herself, she noticed how she was splayed above him: hands pressed into the soil, her pelvis not too far above his face, her breasts cutting her view of anything but his dark hair resting on dewy grass. His fingers locked her hips in a crouched position over him.

"Well, good morning there." A single swipe of his finger over her soaked slit garnered a resounding cry from her, "Looks like my lil mess is still quite messy." He licked his finger.

"We have to get to a town today." She protested unconvincingly. He felt her trying to swing herself over him. Fingers pressed into her skin, leaving bruises.

"Mhm...and breakfast is part of a balanced diet."

"You don't even eat brea--" her assertion escaped her as he buckled her knees further, causing her slickened pussy to fall onto his awaiting mouth.

He lapped his tongue over her sensitive areas, licking up the cum and slickness. Her hand instinctively went down to his head, coiling her fingers through his hair.

"Wait. We...." she panted as he quickened his pace, seemingly greedy for her taste. "We... need... to get..."

"You need to let me get my fill." He ordered. Her mouth clammed shut despite her defiance. He went back to work.

God, she tasted good, he moaned against her clit. He could feel the rush from her, the mana flowing into him as he absorbed her flavor. Artificial mana could never come close to the taste of a woman's juices. If he didn't have a bigger mission, if he didn't have to make it to Ry'Della... he would spend all of his time doing this, pleasing himself, pleasing her. Exploring. A growled moan ripped him from his mental tangent. She was now bucking her hips against his tongue, practically doing all the work. He opened his mouth, flattening her tongue for her. Lil monster, he smirked. She would deny it later, but he was not the one pulling the ropes at the moment. She, quite freely, was using his tongue as a rutting post.

Her pants became deeper, her moans sharper, her legs shook, and he could feel her start to pull away. She was scared of the pleasure, of letting herself be pleased. Gripping her tighter, he continued her pre-established pacing, running his tongue roughly across her clit, then down into her, then back up again. Followed by a cry, he felt a gush of juice enter his mouth. He diligently licked her, as if it were the most delicious resource in the world. Her body was shuddering by the time he pulled her back down into him.

He wrapped her in his arms, giving her space to regain her sensibilities. Her mind was unfocused, wanting. His thumb brushed against her lip in a caring fashion, and she quickly took it into her mouth. She felt greedy. She felt weakened. She felt... safe. Odd. How terrifying, she thought, to be so exposed and fragile. "We need to go." She started decisively, pushing herself up abruptly from him.

His eyes followed her movements, amused by her determination to run from herself, as she restored her clothing and wrapped up their belongings. "Come on." She gestured to him, "Let's get to it."

"Yes, ma'am." He popped up easily, adjusting himself and taking a hefty swig of water before they were on the road again.

The territory was breathtaking. Rolling fields were littered with lightning bugs, their fires barely catching the fields alight. Darkened Uix trees blocked their view over the ravine, their onyx wood trunks spanning at least ten feet in diameter. They could hear the water as they trekked on, with the sound of it churning dangerously miles below the jagged rocks that made up the cliff sides. Their travel was long, but filled with intermittent silence and storytelling. A sign lighted by an overhanging lantern caught their attention: "Queral 2 Mi ->"

"Looks like we're headed to Queral then." She said matter-of-factly, adjusting her pack.

"Looks like it." He couldn't not tease her when the opportunity presented itself, "Do you see that arrow? That's the direction we need to head. That", he pointed to the right fork in the road, "is 'right'. "Say it with me now, 'ri-ghhhhht'."

Her blue eyes narrowed as she glowered at him. "Yeah, smart-ass. I can see that."

He shrugged. His arms went up as he wove his fingers behind his head, "I mean... based on what I've seen, "Right" and "Left" ---hell, even "straight ahead" are all fucking a mystery to you."

Her hands flew up as she rounded on him, mock-fury in her brow. "I went the wrong way like ONCE, okay? Mayyyybe twice."

"1, 2, 3, 4..." He pretended to count on his fingers, "I mean, you're right. They are all just numbers, so there's probably no difference among them. Once....twice.... 37 times... that one time you nearly walked off a cliff...."

She cut him a look and turned her back to him, "We have two miles to go. Let's make it there before I murder you."

A snicker escaped him, but rather than telling her that she was already going the wrong way in her tizzy, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and guided her in the right direction. Immediately, she obeyed. A frustrated huff escaped her lips as she realized, and then she stomped towards Queral.

"NO ELADRINS ALLOWED"

The sign came as little shock. Her kind wasn't well-liked in most of the territories on this side. However, they rarely completely banned her kind either. "Well, fuck."

Fabric suddenly covered her face. He worked his hands so that they completely covered all but her eyes. "There. A princess again, only big blues peeking out." He stepped back, hands on his hips, satisfied with his handiwork. "Come on then, princess, let's get a move on."

"Are you really sure this is okay? It's not ideal to be like...in a place where you're so... unwanted."

"How're they gonna know, love?" He responded gently than she was used to. It made her shiver.

"I guess that's true... I'll just hide while you're selling things. Probably don't want me talking to customers here."

He winked at her, "Don't worry, I'm sure we can find another use for your lips in the meantime".

She rolled her eyes at him, glad that he could only see those and not the wanton smile that captured her lips. "Shuddup. Let's get this over with."