[NSFW] Chapter 44.5 - Relax

Maria’s hair was still damp as she walked up to the second floor. She brushed the wet strands clinging to her face aside and sighed.

The rowdy noise of the mess hall had grown even more intense. More guild members and regular patrons had entered to dine but were instead met with a wall of drunken warriors, mages, and archers as they sang and danced along to the tune of a bard hopping from table to table. With how much alcohol there was being passed around, she was surprised a fight hadn’t broken out.

Maria came to room 220 and knocked on the door. She didn’t think Irra would agree to such a  thing. Hell, she was surprised she ate her out at all. But it felt good. Comforting almost. The embrace and touch of another woman never felt so good. She wanted more of it. Why not take Irra up on her own advice? Relax, try to forget about what happened, and clear her mind.

The door opened, and Irra stood there dressed in a long sleeping gown. It was thin, faded pink, and sleeveless, and her still damp hair dripped onto it, leaving wet stains against her skin. Maria wanted to grab it and rip it off of her right here and now, and just get this started, but she knew she had to be a little patient.

“Come in,” Irra said and shut the door behind Maria. The room looked the same as every other. That was a given though.

Maria walked to the window and shut the curtains.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way,” Irra said sternly, her arms crossed.

“Your way?” Maria asked, slightly hesitantly.

“I like to play with toys… But you’re already sore. Have you had a healing potion yet?”

“Oh… no, I haven’t.”

“Then drink one. Now.”

Maria raised her eyebrow and did as she was told. She pulled a healing potion from her inventory and gulped it down. Slowly, the pain started to fade away.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Good. Take your clothes off.”

“Straight to the point, huh?” Maria stripped naked, dropping her clothes on the floor beside her. She had made sure to wrap fresh bandages around her father's mark.

“I’m tired. Let’s get this over with.” Irra slowly lifted off her sleeping gown. She hadn’t been wearing a bra and even if it had only been half an hour since she last saw her naked, seeing her breasts again thrilled Maria. The warrior was wearing a pair of bright pink panties. As she turned to toss her gown onto the nearby desk, Maria stepped forward and groped her ass. Almost immediately the warrior grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. Before she knew what was happening, she had been pinned to the wall, with her wrist held high.

Maria stared back at Irra, her eyes wide. “Uh…”

“You aren’t touching me unless I say you can, do you understand that?”

Maria nodded rapidly.

“Are you sure?” Irra slipped her free hand down the front of Maria’s panties, and with no hesitation, quickly plunged two fingers up her wet pussy. Maria gasped, moaning as her knees buckled to the sudden pleasure.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she moaned.

Irra retracted her fingers and pulled them apart. Strands of juice hung between them. “You’re this wet already?”

“I can’t help it, seeing you naked in the bathhouse.” Maria chuckled. “You’re really beautiful.”

Irra stuck her fingers into Maria’s mouth, catching her off guard. She closed her lips around them, and sucked them gently, lapping at them with her tongue. Her juice tasted sweet.

Irra pulled Maria to the bed and forced her to sit down on the edge of it. “Sit.”

Maria complied. Her chest was rising and falling with each deep breath she took. Her gaze was locked on her breasts. She wanted to take them in her mouth so badly. She wanted to feel them, squeeze her nipples, bury her face between them. She glanced down for only a moment. A small wet spot had appeared on Irra’s pink panties.

Irra opened her inventory, and for a few moments stood there with her window opened. Her eyes were darting around. She was looking for something. As soon as they narrowed slightly, Maria knew that she had found it. In Irra’s hand, a length of rope materialized.

“What’s that for?” Maria asked.

“Your wrists. I don’t need you getting all handsy on me. Put them together.”

Maria gulped and balled her fists before pressing her wrists together.

Irra reached out to tie her wrists but stopped.

“What?” Maria asked.

“What’s with the bandage? Didn’t you drink a healing potion?”

“Yeah. There’s just a scar there I don’t like anyone seeing. I’d prefer to leave the bandages on.”

Irra pursed her lips and shrugged. She quickly coiled the rope around them, tightening them with a quick, and sturdy knot. Maria winced. The rope wasn’t the most comfortable. It was thick, and stringy, with strands of horse hair tickling her skin.

With Maria’s wrists bound together, Irra bent over, peeling her panties off. She walked over to the pile of Maria’s clothes and scooped up her panties as well. “You’ll need something to keep quiet.”

Maria raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the door. The rowdy noise outside swelling with the musical tunes was so overpowering she could hear it inside the room. “I think we’ll be fine.”

“No.” Irra pushed Maria onto the bed, and slipped her hand between Maria’s breasts, before firmly gripping her neck, and giving it a light squeeze. Maria gasped, her mouth gaping open. “I said you’ll need to keep quiet.” With her free hand, she balled and toyed with both her and Maria’s panties, scrunching them up before shoving them into Maria’s mouth. She moaned as her tongue pressed against the soft fabric. Slowly, Irra took Maria’s tunic and wrapped the sleeve around her mouth before tying it off, and leaving Maria gagged.

Maria was breathing a little heavier, and as she pressed her thighs together, she felt a slick wetness smear across her skin.

“There. That should keep you quiet. Enjoy the taste.”

Maria moaned into the panties, her tongue lapping against the soft fabric, and moistening them up.

Irra opened her inventory again, standing with one hand on her hip as she scrolled through her inventory. Again, her eyes narrowed, and she grinned.

Maria’s eyes widened as a large wooden paddle appeared in her hand. She wielded it like a sword, giving it a few test swings. Maria quickly clamped her legs shut, which caused the woman to laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m not smacking you between there. Do me a favor though, and roll over onto your stomach.

Maria gulped and did as she was told. She couldn’t see what Irra was doing. All she could do was try to brace herself. Her body tensed up as she breathed heavily into the panties stuffing her mouth.

Nothing.

She waited.

Still nothing.

Maria relaxed a little and turned back to look at Irra.

SMACK!

Maria yelped, her body jolting as the paddle struck her ass. There was a shock and a sting that followed shortly. The pain radiated across her bottom.

SMACK!

Maria gasped, moaning as another jolt shot up her ass. Spank after spank she endured, with each one hurting more than the last. Irra kept striking the same spots on each cheek, and after a while, Maria’s pained cries turned to pleasure. The stings were euphoric, the way they rippled through her ass, and up her torso. It was almost like each spank came with a shock to the brain.

Maria was given a brief respite as Irra dropped the paddle. Maria sighed in relief upon hearing the wood clunk against the ground. Just as she tried looking back again, Irra spanked her again, this time with her hand.

It was softer, but just as painfully pleasuring. Irra kept it up until Maria’s ass was as red as a tomato. A radiating sting surged through Maria’s bottom. She didn’t think she was going to be able to sit, especially not after Irra grabbed her ass when she was finished and squeezed hard.

Fire was building up in her crotch.

Irra undid the tunic wrapped tight around Maria’s mouth and let Maria spit out the panties. Maria was breathing heavily, her ass shaking slightly at the lingering pain. She wasn’t sure what she should say in this situation. Before she had the chance to say anything, something was being slid over her eyes. They were soft and silky, and purple. Panties? The waistband stretched to just under her nose. Not only were they soft, but they smelled good too, like they had been freshly washed.

“Have you ever eaten pussy before?” Irra asked, rolling Maria over onto her back.

“Yeah, I have!”

“Good. You better be good at it. Or else.” Irra lightly smacked the paddle between Maria’s legs. She yelped, and quickly clamped them shut again.

“Y- You said--”

Irra squeezed her neck. “Shhhhhh. I know what I said. I’m still warning you.” Maira felt a sudden wave of body heat looming over her. The mattress beneath her shifted to accommodate the new weight of Irra likely sitting just mere inches from her mouth. Suddenly, she forced her groin against Maria’s lips, and she dove in. Irra was so slick that her tongue immediately pushed in without resistance. The woman gasped, moaning as she grabbed two clumps of Maria’s hair, and yanked up hard, forcing her head further against her sweet, delicious pussy. Maria felt like her head was going to be crushed between Irra’s thighs. Her cheeks and tongue were starting to go numb. She swirled her tongue deep inside Irra, licking up her juices from her warm walls.

“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned. “Don’t you dare stop?”

Maria swirled her tongue inside her, causing the woman to moan sharply. Her breathing was getting faster, and Maria could hear it. There was no warning for when her orgasm would hit. As Irra orgasmed, she squeezed her legs shut, further crushing Maria’s head. Squirt after squirt shot into Maria’s mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but simply couldn't, and almost ended up choking on it. Maria gasped for air as Irra opened her legs, and climbed off of her. Her face was drenched with Irra’s cum.

“You weren’t kidding,” Irra said between rapid breaths. “You’re good at that.”

Maria spat out some of the juice onto the bed and took a few deep breaths. “I told you.”

Irra lifted the blindfold so Maria could see. The woman's face was flushed, and she was sweating profusely. She leaned down and locked lips with Maria. Her tongue slipped in, and Maria closed her eyes, embracing the kiss and wrapping her tongue around Irra’s.

Suddenly, she was robbed of Irra’s sweet lips. She let out a sudden gasp. Irra pressed her fingers against her womanhood, slipping two fingers into her.

“Hm, you’re really wet,” Irra teased, gently fingering Maria. “Are you a slut?”

Maria moaned. Irra’s fingers were worming, and rubbing her insides. “Yes.”

“Say it again.” Irra slipped a third finger in.

“Ah! I’m a slut!”

“Yes, you are.” Irra slid down Maria slowly. She grabbed her thighs, and forced her legs wide apart, giving her full, unobstructed access to Maria’s pussy. “Sluts deserve to be rewarded when they do what their mistress says.” She lifted the panties over Maria’s eyes. Irra held her pointer and middle finger together. She cast {Sparks}, but rather than a violent beam of electricity shooting from her fingertips, it was concentrated, with blue crackling streaks wrapping around her fingers.

“How are you doing that?” Maria asked.

“Practice.” Irra pressed her fingers against Maria’s stomach, causing the girl to yelp at the sudden rush of pain and pleasure. It was so quick, yet felt so amazing.

Irra teasingly held her fingers above Maria’s erect nipple. Maria started panting as the crackling lightning coiling around her fingers got closer and closer to the sensitive skin. The moment her nipple was zapped, Maria gasped and arched her back. She started breathing faster. The sudden bolt of pleasure that shot through her body was incredible. Irra pressed her finger hard against Maria’s nipple, and her mouth gaped open as her body stiffened. She couldn’t make a sound. The sheer shock of it was enough to build her orgasm. She was feeling hot between her legs again. She wanted to cum.

She really, really wanted to. It was like Irra was scratching her fingernail across her entire body at once.

“Oh, you really like this, don’t you, slut?”

Maria nodded quickly, unable to utter a word.

Slowly, Irra traced her finger back down Maria’s stomach, bringing it dangerously close to her crotch. There was no warning. Irra slipped her fingers back into Maria’s pussy, and started delivering small shocks to her wet tunnel. Maria could only lay there and gasp with each shock, her legs quaking as her body went stiff. Her legs slammed shut, crushing Irra’s hand, and leaving her with no choice but to continue. After what felt like hours, Irra finally stopped with the shocks, and Maria was given relief. She was breathing so heavily that she thought she was hyperventilating at first.

Irra spread Maria’s legs apart and got down between them. She pulled apart Maria’s pussy lips. “It’s so pink,” she said. Slowly, she dragged her tongue across the length of her pussy. Maria moaned. “It tastes different. Not like in the bath.”

Maria blushed.

Irra pressed her finger against Maria’s clit, and gave it a zap. Maria gasped, squealing as her body seized. Pleasure rocked through her crotch. She couldn’t take it anymore and gushed out squirt after squirt onto the bed. A large, dark stain had formed. Irra wasted no time forcing Maria’s face against her juices. “Go on, clean it up.”

Maria was panting, but she nodded. She dragged her tongue across the fabric, licking her sweet juice.

“Faster.” Irra grabbed Maria’s ass, and squeezed it tight, causing Maria to yelp and moan loudly. She then tensed up again. Irra had pressed the tip of her finger against her asshole. “Clean it faster, or else.”

Maria started licking faster, aggressively licking her juices from the sheets. There was only a larger stain left of her saliva.

“Good girl,” Irra said condescendingly. She was enjoying every second of this, but so was Maria. She rolled over onto her back and looked back up at Irra. It was back to it. Irra forced her dripping wet folds into Maria’s face and started grinding against her tongue. If it was going to be like this all night, Maria wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

The door swung open, and music and cheery laughter quickly filled the room.

“Irra,” Yarina said, her speech slightly slurred. “You wanna come down, Torrin is--” She paused, staring at the two.

Irra had frozen, looking back at the door. Her thighs clamped tight around Maria’s head, but she couldn’t see Yarina. She started blushing though, her face getting hot. “Close the damn door,” Irra ordered.

Yarina chuckled and stepped into the room. “Sorry, I didn’t think you would be getting busy tonight.”

“It’s been a while, alright.”

“Is this Maria?” She reached down, and stroked Maria’s pussy, causing her to yelp.

Irra finally climbed off, and Maria sat up. Yarina had a mischievous smirk as she glared lustfully at her nude body.

“H- Hey,” Maria chuckled awkwardly. She waved as best she could with her wrists still bound together. This certainly turned into an awkward situation.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not unless you’re looking to join,” Irra said. She shamelessly stood beside Yarina, hands on her hips.

Yarina grinned. She locked the door and opened her inventory. She retrieved a potion and gulped it down. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

“What are we doing?” Maria asked nervously.

“You’re not doing anything,” Irra said, undoing Maria’s binds. “Except getting on your hands and knees.”

Yarina started stripping. Maria layed there, watching as the muscular barbarian stood naked. The potion had given her a throbbing cock. Irra, meanwhile, pulled a strap-on from her inventory. Already, Maria knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t be more excited. She did as she was told, and got onto her hands and knees. With Irra having undone the binds, it felt much easier to prop herself up. Yarina climbed onto the bed, and got in front of Maria, stroking her meaty cock. All of Maria’s knowledge of blowjobs came from porn she had watched. She hadn’t actually sucked a cock before.

“Open your pretty little mouth for me,” Yarina said.

Maria opened wide, and Yarina pressed the head of her thick cock against her mouth. It forced Maria’s jaws wider, and she let out a moan. It slid in, and she gagged at first, her tongue aggressively lapping at the shaft. “Mmmphf! Mmmphfmmm!”

“What was that dear?” Yarina brushed her fingers under Maria’s chin. “You want me to go deeper?”

“Mmm Mmm!”

“Well, if you say so.” Yarina’s cock pushed against the back of Maria’s throat. Her eyes went wide as Yarina’s balls smacked against her chin.

Irra lined up the strap-on and pushed it through Maria’s sopping pussy lips.

“Mmmphf!” she moaned around the dick in her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Phuhh fhoph gmoodh!”

Yarina cackled. “I think she likes it.”

“She better.” Irra reached down and pressed her fingers against Maria’s asshole. She delivered another zap.

“MMMPHFMPH!”

Maria could feel her breasts swaying as her body was violently thrust from front to back with the rhythmic thrusting from both women. She succumbed to the pleasure and moaned onto Yarina’s cock. It wasn’t long before something shot into the back of Maria's throat. Her eyes watered as Yarina pulled out, and the last few bursts of jizz splashed over Maria’s eyes and chin. It leaked down, dripping onto the bed. She coughed, and choked, spitting out Yarina’s cum.

Maria scraped her fingers over her sealed eyelid. “Seriously?” Her mouth was still thick with cum.

Irra pulled out, and layed on the bed, exhausted. Like Irra, Maria was panting hard. The night hadn’t gone anything like she had planned, but she didn’t regret it in the slightest. This kind of rough sex was what she was hoping for, and she wished it would just go on and on. Maria climbed on top of Irra, groping her. She was ready to go all night. Before she could do anything though, Yarina suddenly, and without warning, plunged her cock deep into Maria’s sopping pussy. Maria screamed, squeezing Irra’s breasts tight.

“Ahh! Hey!” Irra said.

Yarina had slammed her cock into Maria’s cervix with such force Maria thought she had broken into it. Yarina put her hands on Maria’s shoulders and held her down.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“A warning would have been nice,” she shuddered.

“Perhaps… but everyone loves surprises. Now relax and enjoy. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

***

Maria woke up the next morning sore. She couldn’t feel her legs, and her crotch was throbbing.

Sunlight was streaming through the curtains of the window, and landing directly onto her. Her skin felt sticky, and her face was buried between Irra’s breasts. She had been drooling, and a puddle had accumulated in the woman's cleavage. Maria lifted her head slowly and looked up at Irra. The girl passed out, breathing softly. She looked so peaceful. Maria didn’t want to wake her. Then again, she couldn’t exactly move without risking it.

Why not stay right where she was? Maria laid her head back down between Irra’s breasts and closed her eyes.