Pocket Dungeon, page 29
It honestly felt like a sort of weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Maybe the people who had been trying to track me had simply given up, or gotten bored. Or maybe they’d decided I wasn’t the right person in the first place.
There were a handful of better options, and I was really hoping they’d settled on one of those.
By the time I pulled back into the parking garage adjacent to my apartment complex, I had gotten used to the freezing chill of the ice cream against my lower back.
I kicked the bike into an upright position as I killed the engine. The silence left in the parking garage felt strange to my ears, but I knew I would adjust soon enough.
Yasha gently maneuvered her way off the back of the bike without disrupting any of the bags she still had draped over her arms.
I quickly hopped off as well and took all five from her arms without any hesitation.
“You did not have to do that,” she scolded, but there wasn’t much heat in her tone.
“I know,” I said with a grin. “But I wanted to. I want to do nice things for you.”
Yasha’s plush lips curled up into a smile, and she took a small step closer to me. She placed one of her hands against the lump on my chest where her Millennium Falcon was stashed, and I was certain that without the collector’s item between us, she would have felt the quickening pulse of my heartbeat under her palm.
“I want to do nice things for you, too, Wes,” she said, and there was a new edge to her voice that I had only heard her use once before, right before the two of us had gotten in the bath together.
My throat went very, very dry, and I had to force myself to swallow. Her gaze on me was enough to make a shiver roll down my spine, and I was suddenly met with the distinct feeling that we were not going to be watching Star Wars as soon as we got back into the apartment.
“Come on,” I managed.
Yasha didn’t need to be told twice. Together, the two of us made our way into the shitty elevator that would take us from the parking garage up to the correct floor of my building.
I felt my nerves coiling like lightning under my skin as Yasha pressed her hand to the still-chilled small of my back just underneath the hem of my leather jacket and t-shirt. The feeling of her bare skin on my own was enough to make my pulse quicken even further.
I fumbled for my keys in my pocket as I balanced all of the grocery bags on one arm. After what felt like way too fucking long, I managed to get the door unlocked. Then I pushed my way in and held the door open for Yasha with my foot, and when the woman was in the apartment, I kicked it closed.
Her presence behind me never wavered as I quickly walked into the kitchen and dumped the bags from Walmart on the tiny counter. Then I wrestled the Kenner set out of my coat and slid it safely to the other side of the counter, and Yasha let out a giddy little giggle as she saw it again.
But I could feel her eyes roving over my body with renewed interest now, and I had to force myself to not just shove every single bag into the tiny freezer over my fridge.
I managed to wrestle out the pints of Ben & Jerry’s and flung open the freezer door. I tossed them inside carelessly, and as soon as the freezer door was closed, Yasha was on me.
I barely had a second to brace myself before the fox-woman jumped up toward me. I caught the luscious curve of her ass and pulled her close to my body as I pressed myself against the countertop for support.
Honestly, it was a little impressive that she was even able to make that jump with her injured foot, but she didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist and pull herself flush against my body.
Already, I could feel the heat from her center against my abdomen as her skirt fell around her curvy thighs.
I was blessed with the sudden realization that she was not in fact wearing any sort of underwear.
Oh. My. God.
“Hi,” I managed to gasp out the word as I gripped her ass tighter. Her chest was pressed flush against mine, and I could feel her nipples as they pressed against the thin material of her shirt.
“Hello, Wes,” she said, as if this was an entirely casual encounter and she hadn’t just jumped me in my own damn kitchen.
Her golden eyes were dark with lust as she stared down at me, and I was half-curious as to what had made her so ready for another round, but I also knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“How are you doing?” I tried to remain casual, but my willpower was rapidly slipping away as she managed to press herself even closer to my body.
Yasha grinned. It was a slow, sensual sort of gesture that flashed her sharpened teeth. She cocked her head to the side as she studied me and dragged one of her sharp nails down the side of my neck.
The simple gesture had my skin breaking out in goosebumps, and I sucked in a slow breath.
“I would like to do nice things to you, Wes,” she repeated what she had said to me in the parking garage. “Am I allowed to do nice things to you?”
“What sort of nice things?” I asked, because for some reason, that had felt like the right response instead of ‘Please, woman, do whatever the fuck you want.’”
Yasha continued to trail her sharp nails along my neck before sliding her hand up to play with the back of my hair. It was getting long and probably needed to be cut soon, but I found that I didn’t mind at all as Yasha twirled the strands around her fingers.
“I would like to taste your penis,” she said, which, fucking holy shit. “Is that alright? Would that be something you liked? I have been thinking about it since you took me in the bath. It looked delicious.”
It took me a few seconds to formulate a reply to that.
“Yeah,” I managed. “Fuck yeah, whatever you want.”
Yasha gave me a pleased smile, as if I was giving her some sort of gift by telling her that she was more than welcome to suck my dick.
The sexy fox-woman unfurled her arms and legs from my body and delicately dropped down onto her feet. It seemed like it was getting less difficult for her to support her own weight, and if she wasn’t currently in the process of dropping down onto her knees in front of me, I might have put a little more thought into the process of her race’s healing abilities.
But I had a super sexy fox-woman on her knees in front of me.
She had managed to knock the beanie off of her head in the process, and I watched with rapt fascination as her soft, fluffy ears twitched. It was like she was tuning into the sound of my already ragged breathing as she reached up and undid the buckle on my belt.
Her hands were surprisingly deft as she let my belt hang open and started to work at the button on my jeans. Within seconds, she had managed to pull my hard, aching cock free from the constraints of my jeans.
It twitched in her hand as she studied it. Usually, that sort of thing wouldn’t have been sexy, but for some reason, when Yasha did it, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She stroked her fingers delicately over the sensitive skin of my cock and watched as it reacted accordingly to the touch. I suppressed a groan as her soft tracing made its way up to the head of my cock.
Then she licked her lips and looked up at me.
“It is very reactive,” she said, like I was in any shape to be having a conversation with her. “Are you sure that not all men of your world have members like this?”
I barked out a weak laugh and pressed my weight back into the counter behind me.
“I wouldn’t know,” I managed.
“It is hard to wrap my hand all the way around it,” she continued to talk about my dick, and I continued to imagine what it would look like in her mouth, because priorities.
“Yasha,” I groaned. “Please.”
She seemed to finally understand that she was actively killing me, so without any further warning, the fox-woman leaned forward and dragged the flat of her tongue all the way up the underside of my aching cock.
I let out a low, breathless moan at the feeling. “Fuuuuck.”
Yasha’s ears twitched in pleasure, and she did it again.
I reached out to curl my hand in her hair. My thumb brushed the side of her ear, and she seemed pleased with the touch, if the way she leaned into it was any indication. I stroked my thumb along the soft shell of her fox ear, and as she sighed, it sent a wave of warm, damp breath over my cock.
Yasha didn’t say anything else before she parted her plush lips and wrapped them around the head of my eager dick. The feeling alone was enough to make me want to melt into the floor, and that was before she even started to use her tongue.
The sexy fox-woman hummed around my dick as she lapped at me and pulled me further and further into her mouth. Her eyes were on me the entire time, and it was hard to look away as she swallowed my entire length without any hesitation.
Her golden eyes began to water, but she slowly started to bob her head as she sucked and lapped at my cock. The sounds coming from her mouth were slick and obscene, and I gave a small tug on her hair to thrust myself deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t help it.
Yasha let out a little gagging gasp around my dick, and I opened my mouth to apologize, but the look in her eye stopped me.
She looked up at me through her dark fan of lashes and whimpered, but… fucking holy shit.
“Did you,” I gasped. “Did you like that?”
She managed a slight nod of her head, and that was all the incentive I needed. I thrust into her mouth again, and she gave another sound that was going to live in my dreams for the rest of time.
I fell into a slow, steady pace of fucking myself deeper and deeper into Yasha’s throat as she gagged and sucked. I felt all of the muscles in my lower body clench as she let out another little whimper urging me on.
It was only after the next thrust that sent her eyes bulging wide that she finally slipped off of my cock. Her chin and lips were slick with her own spit and the precum from my dick. Her face was wet with involuntary tears from taking me so deep inside her throat, but she was practically panting for more.
“Are you okay?” I asked immediately.
“I have never felt anything like it before,” she gasped, and her voice was a little raw. “I felt all of you, and you tasted just as delicious as I had expected.”
She licked her lips and eyed my cock again, like she was ready for another go-around.
“Well, you can do that whenever you want,” I panted. “Any time. Literally whenever.”
Yasha looked up at me like I had given her some sort of gift. “I can?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Fuck yeah.”
“I want to feel what it is like for you to spill your seed into my mouth,” she said, and it was the hottest thing I think I had ever heard. “Then I want to drink it. Is that alright?”
I reached down to curl my hand in her hair again instead of answering and slowly started to guide Yasha right back to my waiting cock.
She was clearly pleased with the turn of events, because she parted her slick lips and swallowed me all the way in one go.
Fuck me.
The two of us fell into a steady rhythm as she sucked my cock and I drove myself deeper and deeper into her throat. I kept a tight grip on the back of her head to hold her steady as my hips began to stutter.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned her. And before I could even manage anything else, I exploded down the back of her throat.
Yasha made a soft, excited little sound as I pumped my seed down her throat. I only began to pull out to make sure she didn’t actually fucking choke, but she seemed determined to taste every last drop I could offer.
Only after she had milked me of every last bit of cum did she finally open her mouth and let me slip out. Then she licked her lips and set about cleaning off my cock with her tongue.
“Hoooly shit, you’re perfect,” I breathed, and I watched in a rapt, blissed-out haze as the hottest woman I’d ever seen lapped at my dick like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream.
“Thank you, Wes,” she panted as she rocked back onto her heels and stared up at me. “I enjoyed that very much.”
“No, thank you,” I managed. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Yasha’s eyebrows raised as I bent down to help scoop her back up to her feet. “Do you want to love me, Wes?”
How could she even ask such a silly question?
“Yes,” I said. “But let’s get this shit off of you first.”
I pulled at the waistband of her skirt to tug it free from the rest of her body. It pooled around her feet and left her in only the shirt I’d given her to borrow and her boots
Yasha caught on to what I wanted and kicked off her boots. She peeled off the shirt without a moment’s hesitation and tossed it haphazardly aside so she stood entirely naked in front of me.
I let my eyes roam over her body and practically began to drool. Her waist was so small that I could easily curl both of my hands around it, while her breasts were perfect and round. Her brown nipples were pert and hard, as if sucking my cock had aroused her.
I could see just how wet she was from looking at the slickness at the apex of her thighs, and it was almost too much to handle. Her tail curled around the side of her body, and without breaking her gaze, I reached out to stroke it all the way to the base.
Yasha let out a soft, whimpering shudder at the simple touch.
Goddamn, this woman. I had just cum, but my cock was already hard and aching again at the sight of her perfect, eager body.
I reached out and grabbed her perky ass and hefted her up to wrap around my waist again. But this time, I didn’t intend on letting her climb down.
The head of my cock rubbed against the wet slit of her entrance, and Yasha gave another whimpering little noise from the back of her throat. She curled her sharp nails into my shoulders, and I moved one hand from under the swell of her ass to the small of her back.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I murmured as I continued to tease the head of my cock at her pussy’s entrance. I loved the way her body reacted to the smallest of touches. It was like it sent an electrical current all the way through her, and I couldn’t help but be pleased with myself.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Wes, please. I very much want to feel you deep inside of me.”
It was all the invitation I needed.
I guided Yasha down all the way onto my cock. She sank her warm, wet pussy over me, and her body tightened with clear pleasure.
“So thick and hard,” she panted. “You are spreading me open… filling up every part of me.”
“That’s it,” I mumbled. “You’re doing so good, Yasha.”
She gave another little shuddering cry as she took me all the way up to the hilt in one go. Her legs tightened around my waist, and she slid her hands back up into my hair. Then she nearly jerked my face toward her perfect breasts, but I wasn’t going to start complaining.
I darted my tongue out to swirl it around one of her nipples, and her entire body tightened around my dick. I gave a gasp of my own as I looked up to meet her eyes.
Her dark pupils stared back at me with a mix of wonder and lust.
“Again,” she whined. “I want to feel it again.”
I didn’t look away from her as I ran my tongue over her nipple again.
Yasha’s back arched at the simple touch, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I used my hand underneath her ass to help lift her up and drop her back down onto my cock.
She gave a loud, pleased cry that echoed throughout my tiny apartment. So of course, I did it again and again until she found the rhythm I was trying to set and started to bounce herself up and down on my cock as I held her up against my body.
“You are so big, it feels so good,” she gasped out between thrusts. “It is so good.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I managed. “Just like that. You’re doing so good. You’re so fucking tight, I can’t believe you can even take me inside of you.”
Yasha practically preened at the praise and buried her face in my neck as we worked together to fuck her onto my cock. Her ass bounced with each thrust, and I reached out to curl my hand around the base of her tail again.
The fox-woman cried out into the crook of my neck and began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my skin. It was like she needed to give herself something else to do as I started to stroke her tail in time with my motion inside of her.
I could feel her entire body tighten around me, and it was obvious she was close to her release.
“Are you going to cum?” I mumbled in her ear. “Because I want to see your face when you cum.”
Yasha whimpered, but she shakily pulled her face free from the crook of my neck to look at me. Her sharp cheeks were flushed high with color, and there was a dazed look in her dark, lustful eyes.
I had never seen anything hotter.
“That’s it,” I urged her with another stroke of her tail. “I want to do nice things for you, too, Yasha.”
“Very nice,” she whimpered. “This is very nice.”
“Then cum,” I teased.
Well, I wasn’t sure how effective it was as a tease, because I was barely keeping myself together.
Thankfully, Yasha didn’t need to be told twice. Her tight, perfect body constricted around mine, and she arched her back at a fucking obscene angle as she came all over my cock. I didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm, and I didn’t stop stroking her tail, either. I wanted her to enjoy every last second of what she was feeling.
Only when I was sure she couldn’t possibly handle anything more did I let myself cum, too. I sprayed my seed deep inside of her, and to my utter delight, Yasha’s body tightened again. It was like the feeling of me cumming inside her perfect pussy was enough to push her to a second orgasm.
She cried out so loud that I was sure my neighbors would hear, but together, we rode out our second orgasms. Then her tail gave a final twitch and a shudder before I finally pulled out.
She was slick with both of our cum, and I watched it slide down the tops of her thighs, like she was overflowing with my seed.
“Fuck,” I managed. “That was good.”
