Hopeful Sin, Bk

Filliandari

Her head felt a bit foggy, but she was pretty sure she was okay. Her name was Erin, the Inquisition was after her because they thought she was a heretic, and she needed to get to the Gulag dungeon as quickly as possible to meet up with her contact. So, she'd paid this rogue, James, to guide her, at the cost of a 'favor' or three, which he made no secret in expecting intimacy. And he was shameless enough to follow the letter of the agreement, to guide her safely there, to get extra little favors, too.

"I must've hit the same rock you did," Erin groaned while rubbing her face, "But at least we got through in one piece," she looked down at her hands, "And no blood, so that's good."

"I would like to point out... that saving you from the river... deserves a bonus."

"And I don't suppose my boundless gratitude is bonus enough?" She asked, tired but also resigned. Maybe he's actually good at sex and wouldn't just be a lecherous leech on her during their travels... but she didn't have high hopes.

"Well, I didn't think to negotiate before you drowned, but I would definitely prefer something more... tangible," he said, sitting up and peeling off his wet shirt. Oh, his chest was chiseled. Her last lover was well built, too. As form fitting as her armor was, her boobs and crotch were retaining water, so with a dramatically heavy sigh, she began to strip them off. "Just remember, we need to be outta here before the Inquisitors start their patrols in this area. I don't want to be stuffed in some dungeon just because they don't like me."

James struggled out of his pants and while she'd disparagingly like to think it was because they were wet, she couldn't help but watch out of the corner of her eye as he freed the semi-hard shaft from his leather pants hold. As she unbuckled her gear, he gathered some dry driftwood and using flint and steel from a shallow bag, set up a fire to lay his clothing next to. Well, at least there was that. Their gear would dry. Eventually.

Freeing herself from her bikini armor, Erin set them beside the campfire, running her hands through her wet hair, trying to prevent tangles before it fully dried. "Well? What kind of 'bonus' are you looking for?"

Without the pride of her true life, the five hundred years of boundaries and propriety, she was much more neutral towards sex. She'd had it, he'd had it, everyone did it, except those stuck ups in the Church, so what was there to be ashamed of?

"Depends," James said, lustfully eyeing her lush body, "Do you want to lay in the sand or for me to?"

"You can. Sand and wet hair are a nightmare to consider."

He pulled a cloak from his pack, throwing it out on the sand and lay down; his member hovering over his belly with its own hardness, though the size made it look like a strain.

Erin sighed, scooting over to him without getting up and settling between his legs, where she took him in hand, starting to stroke without looking like she was going to do more without being asked to.

"Oh, lass, 'ee doesn't need more encouragement. If you are up to the task, you can ride 'im right now."

"It would be too much to hope you'd be happy with just a rub off," she mourned with a slight smirk, shifting to straddle him. While he was clearly excited, she was... not, so she cupped some spit, rubbing it over the head of his cock before squatting over his hips and slowly sliding down.

He stretched her well and as she settled on his hips, she found he filled her comfortably. Not painfully or just shy of her desires. "I just laid down lass, you coulda done anything. Not mah fault you wanted to ride the stallion," he grinned, reaching out to hold her hips.

"Hmph." Erin started to grind her hips back and forth on him, growing more moist now that he'd fully sheathed inside of her, a sensation she could never be tired of.

"So, maybe I could go the extra mile again and earn a kiss..." James reached between them and found her mound, caressing it as he slid his finger between her spread lips and stroked her clit as his thickness filled her and with a soft moan, Erin started to move, gliding smoothly up and down his length.

"Mmm..." she sighed, as her clit quickly came to life as he rubbed it, "That could help your case..."

"Yer squeezing like my case is made," he growled sensually, rubbing her faster and starting to thrust up into her with each stroke.

Her body, still so new to sex, despite what her mind was telling her, didn't take long to surrender to the pleasure, and she arched with a shuddering gasp only a minute later, her body quivering on him with blissful release.

James chuckled, the sound one of pure masculine knowing, and pulled her down to lay on his chest. Reaching down, he lifted her hips so he could continue to thrust into her. "Now... about that kiss..." he suggested while stroking her firm buttocks.

"I guess you earned it," she moaned, tilting her head up so that he could close the distance, her eyes slightly glazed from her orgasm. James leaned in, kissing her deeply. His idle hands caressed her rounded cheeks, one of them tracing a finger down her crack to tease her asshole, and by Light and Dark gods above and below that felt interesting.

Erin shivered, and the tight rear hole puckered at his touch. She began to shift her hips from side to side while returning the kiss with enthusiasm, warming up to the activity after her first orgasm, with a second building. James noted the reaction and his hand slid down to slip in with his cock on the next thrust into her, stretching her a bit more. Now moistened, it returned to her butt and popped in to the first knuckle as he thrust up into her. Erin squeaked in surprise as her pleasure spiked sharply, her ass tight on his finger as she lifted herself up just enough to start bouncing on him again, trying not to break their kiss.

Not long afterward, Erin tightened again, beginning to shudder over the hard flesh of his cock while her rear tightened on his finger and James felt almost as if it were attempting to pull it deeper as the dual penetration worked so much faster to send her over the edge than even his finger on her clit had. As she broke the kiss to breathe through her orgasm, James gasped, "You like it in the butt..." with stunned comprehension.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hips, lifting her off his swollen shaft, forcing a cry of loss and protest from her lips.

"Ah! Wait, you can't just... just... dive in!" she gasped a moment later, trying to press back down to take him back into her wet, sensitive pussy.

James let her impale herself on him, then slid his arms under her legs, rolling to pin her underneath him on his cloak, and Erin found herself nearly bent in half as he started to thrust hard and fast into her wet pussy. She couldn't help but release a loud cry as he pounded into her, and the quickened pace almost brutally forced a third orgasm from her.

With Erin thoroughly distracted, James pulled his wet, slick member out of her and down her moistened crack to align and firmly but gently push forward, making her hands snap out to her sides and dig into the sandy shore as she voices a shocked, but ecstatic cry, her ass opening easily for him, so very well trained to receive penetration...

Holding her hips firmly, he slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in her body, groaning with pleasure as her tight rear flexed around him, and looking down at her face, James took a moment to marvel at her blissed-out expression, with her glazed eyes, flushed cheeks and parted lips, a fine sheen of sweat from their activity making her body shine. Then, he started to move, starting slow, but as Erin's eyes rolled up and closed, and her body quivered with ecstasy, he gradually started to pick up the pace, until he was pounding into her ass with nearly as much speed as he had her still-leaking pussy.

Tears of glorious pleasure started to leak from the corners of Erin's closed eyes. She can't remember ever having experienced this many orgasms, can't remember being so utterly overwhelmed by bliss and even as she gasped and sobbed, her thoughts begged him not to stop.

James pulled another body-shaking climax from Erin before holding her firmly as he came, keeping himself buried in her so that her quivering muscles could milk him completely. Only then did he pull out and head back into the river to wash off.

Erin remained where she lay, gasping for breath on his cloak as her body recovered from the tryst. James was nearly clean by the time she finally managed to pull herself into an upright position, still slightly dazed, but so very, very satisfied.

"Come wash off, I might want to eat that later," James called for her as he finished his rinse.

"Don't like the taste of rotting fish, huh?" She called back, before raising shakily and making her way to the river with a slight wobble in her step.

As they crossed, James slid an arm around her and pulled Erin back against him, cupping her breast. "Just for that, I am only going to let you cum once next time we have to stop," he kissed the side of her neck before heading on to the beach and the fire to dry off.

Erin glowered after him, despite the twitch in her clit... or because of it... before wading into the water, where she began to clean herself up, cursing the cold water as she did.

Soon, they'd dressed in mostly dry clothes, and Erin wore James's sandy cloak... the prick... and set off on their way. At least he was as good as his word. They stopped at several seemingly random game trails and hunters' paths to hide for a few minutes here and there as patrols passed by. And they seemed extra frequent, much to James's irritation. "They're thicker than normal today. Whoever they're looking for, they want 'em bad, which sucks for a petty heretic like yourself."

"Yeah, well, maybe while they're out looking for whoever's got them on so many patrols, they'll forget about me. We could always pretend to be a happily married couple if they found us."

His face scrunched up. "Nah, who could be happily married to such a prissy girl?" He teased as they darted across a road and back into the woods.

"That's why I said 'pretend'," she playfully retorted in her best prissy voice.

He chuckled, and the day passed uneventfully as they pressed forward, with James expertly guiding them around the patrolling Inquisitors.

As night fell, James led Erin deeper into the woods, before they settled under a massive fallen tree. He cleared out an area of debris big enough for their sleeping bags and started setting up a fire pit. "Do you cook?"

Erin snorted. "No. I mean... I guess not beyond the basics," her brow furrowed. That does seem like something she should have learned, but... eh, oh well. Her mind dismissed the missing life-lessons as an insignificant negligence, and she concluded, "I mean, I can boil meat in a pot."

James rolled his eyes and started cooking a rice and meat dish. It smelled divine, and Erin set out her bedroll, sitting on it and watching James work around the food, and set out his own bed while it simmered on the fire, before finally serving himself and only after he settled down to eat did Erin rise to serve herself.

As she filled her bowl, James smiled, "Well, I suppose you are good for favors. Cooking and cleaning your sleeping area were not part of the deal, after all," he teased as if there were really no doubt of their screwing tonight, and Erin's lips quirked into a small smile.

"Guess I might as well set up my bedroll a little closer," she grabbed it, dragging it from where it was opposite the fire to lay beside his. Their earlier activity had clearly adjusted her opinion on their arrangement.

After eating and cleaning the cooking supplies, James settled on top of their bedrolls, beckoning Erin, who scooched over with a small, anticipatory smile, settling beside him.

James undressed her, warm and knowing fingers brushing over her body as he revealed her bare flesh, then grinned roguishly as he held his arms out for Erin to return the favor.

Laying Erin on her belly on their bedrolls, James spent the next half hour just exploring her body with his hands, gentle and thorough as he took the time to learn her gentle curves, her soft skin. From her shoulders to her toes, he worked down her body with building familiarity, smiling as he began to notice details - a slight tension in her spine as his fingers brushed down her sides, the quiet sigh when he stroked up to her shoulders and the goosebumps that broke out over her body when he traced the inside of her thighs. Then from her feet, he began to explore her again with his lips, his tongue joining in the tracing of her body, drawing soft whines from her. By the time he made his way back to her neck, Erin was voicing low whimpers and moans of desire, ready for more.

James pulled her up to her knees and slid easily into her from behind, filling her pussy and Erin's eyes rolled up, closing immediately as she reveled in the penetration, her body quivering over him with pure pleasure. Then he started to stroke in and out, slow and gentle, watching Erin move, enjoying the sight of her long golden hair falling down her arched back as she rocked back into his hips, and the light jiggle of her ass as their bodies met.

After a couple minutes, James lifted her up so Erin knelt and he could hold her breasts after guiding her hands to lock behind his head, giving them a new angle for him to penetrate her, keeping the pace slow and deep. Erin moaned, a low, whimpering sound, and arched her back to press her ass to his hips, turning her face to press her lips to his cheek, inviting a kiss. James didn't hesitate, turning and kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring hers as he abandoned one full breast and slid his hand down her taut belly to stroke her slit.

He found her clit already hard, and the little nub twitched at his touch, pulling a whimper of pleasure from Erin and her body tightened on his hard shaft, squeezing firmly as her pleasure spiked.

"Dont cum until I tell you to," James challenged breathlessly against her hungry lips. He then began thrusting faster and rubbed her clit harder.

The increase in momentum alone was nearly enough to send Erin flying over the edge, but she gritted her teeth, restraining herself with a pained moan.

"Wait for me," James growled, stroking harder, rubbing faster. She felt him swelling inside her, the sensation drawing a cry from her throat.

"Faster!" She begged, and he knew she was not talking about his pace, "Please, faster, I can't..." she tightened on him, sobbing with effort, desperately holding out for just a little longer.

James shoved hard into Erin, and she felt him pulsing, sending shocks of bliss through her. The sensation was too much, and Erin lost her hold on her pleasure, arching and releasing a hard cry of release and as she shuddered, her fingers tightened on his head, sending a throb of pain through James's head as she pulled his hair while lost in climax.

James hissed and dropped forward, pinning Erin on the ground as he gently removed her hands from his head.

"Bad girl," he scolded, holding her wrists to the ground and starting to move again inside her, stirring his seed as it leaked from her, and Erin moaned quietly, certainly not unhappy with the change in position as she lifted her butt, giving him deeper access to her body.

He kept her arms pinned while he slowly thrust and circled on her full butt, taking his time until he hardened once more, then continued at his slow pace. It certainly felt good, sooo good, but she wouldn't be able to finish, and after a minute, her soft moans became low whines of need. The feel of him slowly dragging in and out a sort of torture on its own.

While he had her pinned and impaled, James lightly reminded her, "Told you I would only let you cum once tonight..."

Suddenly, he thrust quickly a few times and came inside her once more, pushing more of his seed out of her full womb.

Erin wailed softly in mourning, too stimulated to be anything but absolutely submissive right now, utterly incapable of finding any will to be angry or seek retribution as he rested inside her, smiling with satisfaction.

Then, James pulled out and lay next to the meek young woman, lightly crooning, "Maybe if you clean me well enough to make me hard again, I will forgive you."

That sounded fair to Erin's foggy mind, and she twisted around, slipping between his legs and dragging her tongue along his length while looking up at him. The movement and lack of stimulation between her own legs allowed some clarity to return to her and it showed in her green eyes as the haze lifted from them and her lips curled into a small smile as she felt his shaft twitch beneath her tongue.

"I don't think you were this eager when we started out," James teased playfully, "Admit it, you're a-dick-ted to my cock."

"I really," lick "really," kiss "really," she took him into her mouth, pulling his shaft almost all the way into her throat before pulling up and finishing her sentence, "like this."

Erin grinned up at James, watching his eyes roll back in his head while she tended to his cock, and he flopped back on the bedrolls with a moan of appreciation, a sound that deepened as Erin took his shaft into her mouth once more, sliding lower on the semi-solid flesh until he became buried in her throat and her own eyes rolled up as she slowly shifted up and down, patiently working on bringing him to life for her. Within a couple minutes, his shaft was solid once more.

James reached down, stopping Erin as she started to gag on his hardened shaft, making her gasp as he came free from her throat.

"You want to try and ride me with that ass of yours?"

Erin blinked up at him, her pussy shivering at the very idea, but for his sake, she felt it pertinent to point out, "It'll be very tight."

"You think awfully highly of yourself, don't you?" James taunted with a grin.

Her gaze sharpened at the open challenge, and she sat up, straddling his hips. "I guess we'll see if it's justified, won't we?"

He braced himself, his member flexing in anticipation under her as Erin's hips slid forward until her wet slit touched his belly, and his shaft poked her lower back. Erin then reached behind her to guide his member, slick with her spit, to her ass and pressed down on it with a slow, gentle motion, closing her eyes and releasing a low groan as the smooth head of his shaft popped through the tight ring of her sphincter.

"Mmmm," James voiced a low moan. Coming down was the easy part, her well-toned legs flexing visibly as she spread around him like her body was trained made for sex. Sitting up fully, and planting her hands on her knees, Erin began the upward stroke, squeezing her ass while she did, using about half of her strength. Strength in a body that had stood for hours on end during prayers, sermons, and walked countless miles over the continent grown strong in recent times while she's been on the run.

"Fuuuuuuck," James groaned, pained, but liking it. "You are...doing that on purpose!"

"I thought I might show you that there's a reason I think highly of myself," she moaned in turn, some of that instinctive sense of superiority coming out as she smirked cockily down at him. Her self-confidence wasn't unfounded; she knew what her body was capable of and found pride in it.

Releasing the tension, she shuddered, with a heavy sigh as she slowly started to slide down his shaft, but James would not be outdone, and his eyes narrowed as he grabbed her hips, pulling them to meet his own and thrusting up, flexing his impressive member and stretching her just slightly avoiding making it painful. Erin arched with a cry, falling forward on his chest, unprepared for the sudden stretch and rush of sensation and barely caught herself on her hands and gasping for breath from the sudden orgasm she'd suffered.