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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: November 16, 2012

“What’re you going to tell him?” Marilyn asked, slowly crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes lingering on Gibbons. They were at his home in Knothole Glade, trying to find privacy from prying eyes and inquisitive ears. They were both dressed in their League uniforms, coats and all. He sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows to his knees, his eyes on the floor. His eyes shifted around as he thought, his mind racing, his expression lost somewhere between serious and emotionless. “I don’t know, yet. But I can’t just leave him in the dark about it.” Marilyn leaned her head to the side momentarily, her tone a little unsure as she said “Well, we can’t be completely sure it was your friend’s dad...I mean, it looks like it, but we can’t be sure.” Her attempt to cheer him up did little good. He shook his head a little, saying “Of course we can be sure. We can check the records. We’d just need an excuse to get into the archives.”
He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her, nodding his head a little as he said “I told him I’d do something about it, I swore I’d keep an eye out for his dad.” His tone going annoyed, he looked off to the side, muttering out “How the hell did I forget about the holding cells? Who knows how long the guy was under my nose, for...” Marilyn wasn’t sure what to say, trying to come up with a response for a moment, drawing an utter blank. Gibbons blinked, looking back down to the floor. She could see disappointment in his eyes, like a long, drawn out sigh directed at himself. They were both silent for a few moments. Eventually, he raised an eyebrow, saying “I can’t just tell him over our Seals. That’s too impersonal for this sort of thing. I need to tell him myself, face-to-face.” “So, what, you’re gonna go up to Hook Coast and track him down? C’mon, Gibbons.” Marilyn dryly responded. “Please, gimme a little credit. No, he’s got his hands full, as it is. Dropping this on him while he’s off fighting a little war is a bad idea, for obvious reasons.”
Marilyn’s eyes fell to the floor for a few seconds as she said “So?...You wanna wait until the Hook Coast business is done, then? Might be waiting a while, in that case.” “It doesn’t matter. If I don’t tell him, he’ll never know. He’s never gonna find out, if I don’t tell him the truth...And I’m not about to tell him his dad’s dead from a couple hundred miles away.” “Fair enough.” Marilyn simply said. Her brow furrowed a little as she said “You were slipping up at the execution. If the others had been paying more attention to you, they might’ve gotten suspicious...It was pretty clear that what you were seeing was getting to you.” Gibbons slowly looked up towards her, his eyes going a touch annoyed. “Can you blame me? This is a friend I’ve had most of my life, and I watched his dad get murdered.” Marilyn’s eyes were less sympathetic than she really felt, inside.
“It doesn’t matter. Your acting is usually good, Gibbons, but that was a close call. If anybody had noticed-” “Well, nobody did notice, now did they?” He quickly interjected, his tone more annoyed than defensive. “Will you let me finish?” Marilyn said, raising her eyebrows. He stared at her as she continued. “If anybody had noticed, it could’ve ruined everything. All it takes is one person getting suspicious. It’ll multiply from there, and the next thing you know, it’s me and you getting our faces blown out through our asses.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.” Gibbons calmly remarked, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t let it happen again.” Marilyn firmly said, giving Gibbons a cold look bordering on a glare. Gibbons didn’t react right away. A smile crept up on his face. He chuckled faintly in his throat, getting up to his feet. “What’s so funny?” Marilyn asked, her expression bored, her tone lazy. He looked at her with his disarming smile, taking a few slow steps towards her, repeating her demand.
“Don’t let it happen again?” Marilyn gave a nod, unintimidated by his approach. “That’s right.” She merely said. He raised an eyebrow slightly, surprising her with what he said next. “Am I correct in believing that you were worried for me? Worried that my little slip-up would cause me harm?” Marilyn blinked, taken off-guard, unsure how to respond for a moment. “I was worried for me...For both of us. Your little “slip-up” could’ve been the end of everything we’ve worked for-” He smiled more, slowly walking right up to her, looking into her eyes. As if he had said something to interrupt her, she partially repeated herself, speaking in a louder tone. “Could’ve been the end of everything we’ve worked for, and we’ve still got too much to do. Getting caught now would not only be amateur, but it would be pathetic. And I’m not about to let you drag me down because of some stupid mistake.” “You think I’d drag you down?” He repeated, with amusement.
“The arena is the worst possible place to let your act down. Everyone knows me and you are always working together. If you got caught, people would wonder why I hadn’t been able to figure it out. They’d kill me, too, just to be sure I wasn’t a spy, too.” Marilyn unflinchingly responded. “Remember, you came to me about working together. You could’ve walked away the first time we met, and forgotten all about me...But you didn’t.” Gibbons said, smiling more. They were just inches apart, Gibbons raising a hand to the wall behind her, planting it not far from her head. Marilyn looked at him with a touch of annoyance. “Don’t play that card. You know just as well as I do that working together is more efficient.” She merely said. He was almost grinning, the two locking eyes competitively. “If you were worried about me, there’s no need to get all flustered about it. We’re partners, it’s completely understandable.” Gibbons teasingly said, smiling more.
Marilyn raised a hand between them, jabbing a finger into his stomach, poking him accusingly. “Look, I told you, don’t let a mistake like that happen again. I can understand why it happened, but you could’ve had better control of yourself.” Playfully, he asked “What would you do if I got caught, but there was no suspicion on you?” Marilyn’s face started to go a bit red, but Gibbons couldn’t be completely sure whether she was flushed or just getting annoyed. She hesitated from answering for a moment, which Gibbons only used to tease her further. “Ouch, I thought the answer would’ve just rolled off your tongue.” Marilyn blinked, her face getting redder, her expression turning obviously annoyed. “I’d let you die!” She firmly said. He grinned. “No you wouldn’t. You care too much.” “I would. It’d serve you right, for making another stupid mistake.” “You mean to tell me you wouldn’t turn into a balverine and storm the Arena, trying to save your bestest, most favouritest partner ever?”
Marilyn almost punched him in the stomach, with how hard her next poke was. “Stop it, Gibbons. You’re starting to seriously get on my nerves.” He reached down between them with his free hand, gently taking her hand by the wrist, prying her finger from his stomach. “Stop what? Is it so wrong for a man to wonder how much his partner cares about his well-being? I’m not ashamed to admit that I care about your’s.” Marilyn’s breathing began to deepen, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes fell from his, going to his lips. She watched his mouth move as he spoke, her eyes beginning to glaze over. His scent was permeating her nostrils, his unique tag getting the better of her. “Stop it, Gibbons...” She repeated, a little weakly. He smiled widely, noticing the changes coming over her, pleased he was getting a reaction out of her. Softer now, he said “If you had been the one to get taken by the League, if you were the one to get caught, I’d do something to help you...I’d risk my life to get you free. I trust you, I have no choice, really. We hold each other’s lives in our hands.”
Marilyn’s fingers went crooked, her nails beginning to extend, the ends reshaping into sharp points. Her teeth started to evolve like her nails, sharpening, elongating. His scent was intoxicating, overpowering her. It was more than just the scent of a man, it was his scent, the scent of Gibbons. Something about him was driving her wild. With how he was pinning her to the wall, he was unintentionally forcing her to take in his aroma. Combined with the agitation of their argument, she was quickly losing her grip on her human form. “Please, Gibbons...Just back away...” Marilyn whispered, barely able to speak, her eyes going unfocused. Gibbons glanced at her mouth as she spoke, noticing her mouthful of fangs. His face went blank with surprise. “Whoa, are you-?”
Her eyes went white, her irises and pupils vanishing. She growled like a canine, bringing her arms up, planting them against his shoulders. She charged forwards, making him stumble backwards until they both got to his bed. She slammed him down to the bed, Gibbons’ legs hanging over the edge from the knees down. He watched her with surprise written clear on his face, Gibbons still unsure whether she was attacking him or not. She got over him with one knee to the edge of the bed, by his right thigh. She threw his coat open, grabbed at his shirt, and shredded her claws into it. She dragged her claws through the fabric, slashing it to ribbons, ripping it open and exposing his torso. At that point, he became worried she was about to attack him, Gibbons raising his arms. He was about to throw her from himself when she moved with such speed that her arms were almost invisible to his eyes. She swung her arms out to the sides, smacking into his, slamming them back down to the bed.
She growled again, the pitch of her voice distorting, becoming unnaturally deep. Her intentions became clear to Gibbons, then. She leaned down over him, bringing her face near his toned stomach. Taking in a long breath, she crawled forwards, hovering her head above him from his stomach to the side of his neck. She smiled at his scent, then kissed at the side of his neck, sticking her tongue out. He closed an eye with surprise when she ran her tongue up his neck to his jaw, leaving a long, moist patch of saliva on his skin. She whispered briefly, by his ear. “I’m sorry...” He smiled, almost smirking. “Sorry for what?” He merely said. She didn’t respond, too eager to cram her tongue into his mouth. She held him by his shoulders, planting her hands over him, unnecessarily pinning him in place. She was anxious, almost to the point that he couldn’t keep up with her, Marilyn’s aggressiveness causing her to swirl her tongue around quicker and quicker.
She eventually took her hands from his shoulders, planting them over his chest, feeling his skin through the tatters she had made of his shirt. She could feel his heartbeat under her hand, the heat of his blood through his mouth and tongue. She started to go lightheaded, her head going numb with instinctual responses. She slipped her tongue out of his mouth, a string of saliva stretching between the tips of their mouth muscles, breaking after a moment. She gulped, breathing heavily, her face flush with red. The skin over her hands started to darken, her transformation into her balverine form slowly continuing. She got up a little, enough to grab at his belt, slipping her fingers into his pants. “Give it to me...I want it!...” She quickly said, just a bit pleadingly. He couldn’t do much in the way of assisting her, as she had only struggled with his belt for a second or two before she resorted to violence, simply clenching her hands and running her claws through the material of his pants.
His belt slashed into numerous pieces between her fingers, she tore open the front of his pants, exposing the black trunks he wore beneath. “Might wanna be careful with that last bit...” He quickly said, raising an eyebrow faintly. She surprised Gibbons, his partner actually seeming to respond to his words, listening to him. Panting like an animal, obviously eager to rush along and get to the fun, she slipped her hands into his trunks, her hands almost shaking with her excess energy. Instead of tearing the fabric, she simply flipped it down, popping out his stiff member. She grinned, showing off her fangs, a fairly disturbing sight that put Gibbons on edge. She felt a hand at him for a moment before jamming her hands into her own pants, tearing through them like she had done to his. Ripping away the crotch of her pants, she exposed her pair of blue panties, an undergarment easily torn away with a single clawed finger. She had a thick pelt of crimson pubic hair over her mons, the soft hairs framing her already glistening womanhood.
Her skin continued to darken along her arms, the transformation reaching her elbows, by then. Her hands were becoming more like a balverine’s, her fingers getting longer, her nails turning into true claws, her muscles strengthening for crushing grabs. She let out a breathless chuckle, almost of relief. She wasted no time. Getting on the bed some more, she got over him on her knees, straddling him. She was about to reach down and aim his manhood up towards her when he suddenly stopped her. Raising his eyebrows, he quickly said “Whoa, hey, wait a sec! Let me do that part!” She looked at him with a sort of blank confusion for a moment, but she was quick to plant her hand back over his shoulder. He breathed a subtle sigh of relief, the young Hero having been rather shocked by the sight of Marilyn’s clawed hand reaching down for his sensitive bits. He held himself by the base, bringing himself up until his tip was rubbing against her.
Slipping his tip along her valley, the overeager Marilyn tried lowering her hips two or three times, not realizing that he hadn’t actually aligned himself with her entrance, just yet. She whined, biting at her bottom lip. In preparation for the wild lovemaking, she got into a more able position. Instead of sitting on her knees, she got up on her feet, getting into a squat over him, giving herself the perfect opportunity to slam her loins up and down. Gibbons teased her for a few seconds, stroking the tip of his member along her hard little clit, her little nub standing free from it’s hood, urging him to play with it. She shut her eyes and whined again, her legs trembling softly. He smiled, finally aligning himself with her cavity, his slick tip finding her opening and sinking in a little. She opened her eyes, looking down into his. She gave his shoulders a bit of a squeeze, smiling excitedly. “Let me, let me!” She anxiously urged. Gibbons smiled with amusement, resting both arms down on the bed, by his sides. “Go wild.” He merely said. Marilyn grinned, almost from one ear to the other.
The initial penetration was surprisingly slow. Marilyn’s eyes were a touch wide, a little smile on her face as she spent a few seconds on every inch or so of him. She let out a content sigh once he had reached her end, his member nestling up inside her canal with an inch or two left outside. She wagged her hips left and right, grinding him around inside her, making him twitch a little at the stimulation. She gripped down hard at him, Gibbons relaxing into the bed as she milked at his member. Marilyn slipped her thumbs under his arms, gripping his shoulders a little tighter, using him like a pair of handles. He understood that as a sign that Marilyn was ready to start the fun. She leaned forwards a little, making it easier for herself to move her hips, not having to bounce her entire torso along with them. She shot her hips back up, only Gibbons’ tip remaining inside her, clamped between her walls. A split-second later, she had rammed her hips all the way back down, plunging him inside herself so hard that his tip had essentially given her cervix a hard kiss.
This only made Marilyn growl a little, but whether or not it was from pain or pleasure, Gibbons hadn’t the faintest clue. She kept up her blinding fast movements, surprising Gibbons with both her stamina and agility. He assumed her ferocity came from her partial balverine transformation, as her movements were quickly becoming simply inhuman. She was ramming her hips so hard that the bed was starting to shake a little, moving so fast that Gibbons could only lie and watch his member shoot back and forth through her tight, moist cavity. Her jaw went tight, her facial structure beginning to change, morphing into a less humanoid visage. “Marilyn-” She cut him off with a loud howl-like cry, holding his shoulders a bit tighter. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth just slightly, feeling her bounce over him. Her speed had a rather unusual effect, in Gibbons’ eyes. She was going so fast that it almost seemed as if his nerves couldn’t keep up; at the rate she was going, he didn’t expect himself to last all that long, especially considering how he had been so busy with the League, lately, that he hadn’t been going on very many dates.
Though he felt an intense amount of stimulation, his finish still felt a fairly long way off, confusing him. Marilyn’s body structure rapidly began to change, her torso enlargening and becoming more muscular. Her shirt and coat both began to strain, her shirt ultimately tearing apart under her growing size. Her coat ripped at the seams but still remained in better shape than her shirt, the scraps hanging on to her body. Her pants completely tore apart, the destroyed garment collapsing from her body as the transformation came to a close, slipping down to the floor. Ultimately, a full balverine was left over Gibbons, holding on tight as she let loose her need for him. It was an understandably disturbing sight, and so Gibbons merely closed his eyes, listening to Marilyn’s ragged breathing. Marilyn hung her head down a little, breathing through clenched fangs. She slowed down her movements, simply crashing her loins against his, stabbing him into herself.
Her insides were gripping down at him so tightly that it was bordering on painful, Marilyn’s inner walls putting Gibbons’ member in a stranglehold. Making love with her was brutal, in the best sense of the word. It was rough, but not unpleasant. Passionate, but not angry. Intense, with a focus on ecstasy. Her fluids made him shine as she went into another burst of speed, a little whine coming from her. Gibbons leaned his head back a bit, his rod turning white-hot with pleasure inside her depths. Marilyn’s movements started turning jerky, spastic. She lost all rhythm with her movements, simply cramming him inside herself with wild, animal movements. Her choking walls slipping and gripping along his manhood eventually started to get the better of Gibbons. White fire started boiling in his loins, aching to be unleashed. Marilyn let out another canine whine, moving with sore-inducing speed. Her breathing started to quicken, turning harder, even more ragged.
Like her bouncing, her breathing lost all rhythm. At times she would almost be hyperventilating, while at others, she would simply hold her breath. “I’m almost there...!” He warned her, hoping she could even comprehend him in her animal frenzy. She didn’t respond in any way to show that she had. After several seconds, just as Gibbons’ climax hit him, Marilyn’s jerky movements came to an end. She gave one final slam down into his lap, grinding her hips left and right, smothering him around inside herself. Gibbons held back a groan, remaining quiet as his orgasm burned through him like a sudden, intense wave. He spewed inside her depths, firing his essence directly against her, deep inside. Marilyn whined again before calling out wordlessly, almost howling. She gushed fluids down below, in a fashion not at all unlike a human’s orgasm, spraying her watery juices against his loins in an explosive orgasm. They were both panting, sweating from the intense lovemaking.
She stayed perfectly still for close to a minute, eventually starting to grind her hips around again, making him shift around inside her. He looked up at her with calm eyes, smiling faintly. “Well, that was...Different.” He simply said. Marilyn looked at him and bared her teeth, something he could’ve interpreted either as a grin, or a sign of anger. She started to change, again. Her body began to shrink back to human proportions. Her skin colour returned to normal. Her claws and fangs turned back into nails and teeth, respectively. Her eyes returned to normal. In the end, Marilyn was left on her hands and feet over him, the remains of her League uniform left hanging on to her body. She grinned a little, Gibbons still inside her, almost plugging his seed deep within her. “You asked for that.” She merely said. “Did I complain?” He retorted, smiling a bit. “Well, no...” She slowly said, only making his smile turn into a grin. In response, she narrowed her eyes and muttered out “Since we’re doing it, let’s go again.”
Gibbons’ eyes widened a little, but he was still grinning. “You mean to tell me that after all that, you still have energy? You’re insatiable!” Marilyn’s shoulders slumped, a fatigued gleam suddenly hitting her eyes. “Well, maybe I can’t pull off that stunt again, so soon...” She admitted. His grin turned into a wide smile. He winked at her, grabbed her by her hips, and suddenly flipped her over, putting her to her back. Thanks to her squat moments before, the sudden switch in position had Marilyn’s knees close to her elbows, her feet up in the air on either side of Gibbons. They looked into each other’s eyes briefly before he leaned down closer to her, kissing her passionately, eliciting a little moan from her...
“...The crossbowmen and archers will get on the mountains to the east and west, taking care of the bandits with bows. The rest will come down from the north, swarm around the fortress, and get inside.” “Benedict will see an attack like that coming. He may just be a bandit, but there’s a reason why he’s been able to lead since Twinblade lost power. He’s not an amateur tactician.” Darrah glanced in Grimm’s direction, finishing her helping of cooked venison, resting her utensils over the plate. The group had warmed up enough that they were all back to normal, but their clothes hadn’t dried, just yet. Grimm had done his best to wring the water from their garments, then placed them flat over the fourth pelt he had set out, giving them a chance to dry before the toasty heat of the fire. In the mean time, they had to make do with their pelt beds, Darrah and Bianca keeping their makeshift blankets up to their chests. Timoteo and Brute were content with letting the sheets cover them from just the waist down, giving them more freedom to move as they ate.
Grimm stood up from his chair by the fire’s side, walking around and collecting everyone’s dishes. Darrah laid back down in her bed as she said “Well, even if he shuts the gates to the fortress, we’ve got a way to knock them down. We have an explosive, the same as the one that took down the Guild’s gates.” “Is that so?” Grimm calmly asked, walking over to the desk on the other side of the cave. Darrah watched Grimm, curling up in a ball under her pelt blanket, covered up to her neck. “All we need to do is get inside the fortress, then we’ll have the advantage. Losing the fortress will demoralize the rest, and we’ll have a defensible position. The rest of the bandits at the outposts to the south will only have so many ways of getting to us, we’ll be funnelling them into kill zones for the crossbowmen.” Grimm took in a breath, exhaling as he spoke. “No, I don’t think it will be quite that easy for us.”
Timoteo and Bianca started spooning in their pelt bed again, snuggling close to one another. “Why’s that?” Timoteo asked, looking at Grimm curiously. Grimm rested their plates down over his desk, turned back to the others, and walked over towards his chair. “Because Benedict will know you’re here by now, and he’ll know you’ve brought a fleet. He’ll be calling in the men from the outposts to fill up the fortress with fighters. The rest, he’ll send out into the mountains as patrols.” Darrah’s expression turned a little annoyed as she cursed, softly. “My father’s men are already on the move. I’m still not sure if they would’ve let the blizzard stop them, or not.” “They might’ve already started heading back to the coast to set up camp, again.” Brute suggested, raising an eyebrow briefly, looking over in Darrah’s direction. Darrah glanced at him. “Maybe, but they were pretty ready to get things going, today...It’d be for the best if they turned back, though. If Benedict is really going to send some of his men into the mountains, they could catch my father’s men off-guard in the snow.”
“Grimm, when do you think this blizzard will end?” Bianca asked, looking towards the fire. Grimm leaned back in his chair, his eyes beginning to look tired. “There wouldn’t be any point in you four trying to reconnect with Alexander’s men, not until the blizzard passes. As for when it’ll end, you can never be sure. Sometimes they last for days, other times, just a few hours. It’s safe to say that you could all get some sleep before the blizzard ends. Once it’s over, I’ll accompany you on the trip to Alexander’s fighting force. I’d like to see what you’ve got going for you, before the attack.” Darrah struggled against a yawn for a few seconds before giving in, yawning powerfully for a few seconds. As her yawn subsided, she said “We shouldn’t, it’s not even night yet...And besides, my father might press on through the snow...Start the attack, anyway.” Calmly, Grimm said “I doubt it. Besides, it matters little that it’s not dark, yet. You’re all exhausted, I can tell. Climbing for as long as you did through the winds outside would’ve taken a lot out of anybody. If the battle means that much to you, get some sleep. Don’t want to be weary for the fighting, I’m sure.”
Timoteo’s heavy eyelids attested to Grimm’s words. Bianca rubbed at his hand, his hand circling over her soft, plush tummy. Breathing in the blueberry scent of her hair, drowsiness came over him, magnified by the heavy meal they had all just finished. The soft fur of the pelt rubbing against the side of his face, he ended up falling asleep, blinking out of the conversation at hand. When he awoke, he could still hear the fire crackling. He opened his eyes a little, feeling a bit tired, still. He noticed what his body was doing, after a moment. He couldn’t remember dreaming during his bout of sleep, but he was aroused, all the same. He reflected for a moment on the peculiar state his member was typically in, when he was aroused in the morning. He was fully engorged, and presumably had been for a fair bit of time, making his manhood akin to a steel rod. The odd thing was the numb feeling. It must’ve been from a complete lack of stimulation, or perhaps it was simply from being fully erect for an extended period of time, but there was an unusual lack of sense in his member, making it feel like a numb limb that he had slept on, cutting off circulation.
His member was pressing against Bianca’s tush, squished between them up against her. It was a soft cushion, a delectable one, but his member was annoying him, all the same. Now that he was awake, he knew his own body would keep him awake, pestering him to do something about it’s needs. He tried to ignore it, all the same. He tried to fall back asleep despite his stiffness, but he gave up after barely a minute. He knew it was simply impossible, there was no point bothering to try and resist. He fidgeted a little, trying to at least get himself into a more comfortable position, perhaps one that made sleep realistically possible. His member rubbed against her cheek a few times before slipping down between them, a bit more. His member ended up pressing between her cheeks a little, heading into the soft valley of her voluptuous bum. This was, of course, a double-edged sword. It was a more comfortable position, yet it was an even more arousing one, defeating the purpose of his fidgeting.
He sighed with irritation, shutting his eyes tight for a few seconds. “Having trouble sleeping?...” He heard Bianca suddenly whisper out, turning her head towards him, a little. He felt a little embarrassed, thinking he may have woken her up. “Yeah, I’m sorry...I think it woke me up...” He whispered back. “Did I wake you?...” He quietly added. Bianca smiled, slowly beginning to turn around, letting his member slip away from her behind. “No, I’ve been awake for a while, now...Everyone else is asleep. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here for, by now...” Bianca got on her other side, facing him, giving him a warm little smile. “I would’ve done something, by now...But, the others...” Bianca whispered, gazing into his eyes. Timoteo slowly started to grin. Inching a little closer to her, he took charge, whispering out “It’s gonna keep us both up...I need you to help me. You need to do something about it...” Bianca’s cheeks started turning red, her smile strengthening.
She swallowed lightly, getting rid of some excess saliva. “Okay...How can I help?...” She breathed out, daintily bringing a hand to his member, softly running her hand up along his shaft. Coming within kissing distance, he spoke quietly, his breath softly coming out at her chin. “I want us to go out into the cave passage, for some privacy...” He reached an arm around her, finding her rump with his hand. He rubbed at her for a second before giving her a slow squeeze, feeling his fingers sink into her soft, warm flesh. “Then, I wanna plunge inside you...” Bianca’s whole face went red, her eyes starting to glaze over. She delicately ran the print of her index finger over his tip, feeling at how swollen he was. She kissed at his chin, then gave his bottom lip a gentle little nibble. “I’d love to...Whenever you’re ready...” He smiled widely. Quietly, the duo sat up, lowering their pelt blanket. They found their clothes nearby, still a bit damp, but not altogether cold.
Timoteo grabbed his trunks, while Bianca took her skirt and shirt, leaving her tiny black panties with her cloak. They both figured that, were they caught coming or going, they could merely say they were going to the bathroom out in the snow. If they were caught in the middle of their passion, however, they both knew they’d be facing a bit of an awkward situation. Still, they slipped away from Grimm’s cave, the both of them still completely in the nude. They made their way through about three quarters of the cave passage, putting an ample amount of distance between themselves and the others while still not exposing themselves to too much of the cold, outside. The blizzard was still howling beyond the cave mouth, but it wasn’t quite as furious as it had been, before they had all fallen asleep. It was a good sign, but one the two of them hardly paid attention to, for the time being.
Out in the cave passage, her back was to a wall, her feet spread a little more than shoulder-width apart. He stood before her with wanting in his eyes, one foot between her’s, the other next to one of her’s. He started with her bosom, fondling her chest, kissing at the side of her neck. She closed her eyes at the sensations, letting out a little sigh of pleasure, her hands smoothing up his arms to his shoulders. Her massaged her globes around, feeling the weight of her endowments, the softness of her skin running against his fingers. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her neck, making her tremble at the stimulation, a brief vibration running down her spine. He jiggled her bosom momentarily, playing with her before going back to massaging. Finding her nipples with his thumbs, he delicately rubbed the prints of his digits along her areolae, teasing her nipples. They were both starting to breathe a little deep, Timoteo kissing at her neck as he softly brushed his fingers across her nipples, making them go stiff.
He pressed her breasts together for a few seconds before lightly letting them go, letting them sway back into their natural positions. He slowly slipped his left hand down to her belly, feeling along her soft skin, feeling her body move as she breathed. He traced around her navel a few times with the tip of a finger, then proceeded further downwards. Bianca took in a shivering breath as his fingers slid further down her abdomen, eventually reaching her soft nether hair. He smiled, kissing at her jaw, lightly petting over her mons, affectionately feeling her black pubic hair. He kissed her cheek just as he felt her touch him, her soft hand coming up under his member, her fingers carefully wrapping around him. She slowly stroked along him, enjoying touching him, enjoying the feeling of pleasing him as he did the same to her. He rubbed at her for a few moments longer before going down the final bit needed, cupping her soft, plump mound, pressing his hand against her hot flesh.
She was already glistening with fluids, his palm getting smeared with her trickling juices, her weeping valley almost urging him to explore her. He wiggled two fingers against her, slipping them between her lips, rubbing over her entrance. She leaned over, herself, and kissed at the side of his neck, surprising him, faintly. She kissed him twice before he felt her tongue come out, hot and moist, running over a little patch of his skin. She gave his member a few slow strokes as she licked at his neck, Timoteo slowly slipping a single digit into Bianca’s love canal, feeling into her oozing depths. She took some of his skin between her teeth, and after a momentary nip of pain, she had wrapped her lips around the cut, eagerly suckling away at him. He pulled his hand from her nether bits, bringing his hand back to himself, beginning to rub her moisture off on his tip, preparing himself. Bianca’s eyelids fluttered in ecstasy, lapping at his blood as she slowly released his member.
She was reluctant to let go, clearly, but once she finally had, she brought her hand back up to his shoulder, holding on to him tenderly. Timoteo smiled, feeling some of her soft hair against the side of his face, tickling at him. He brought his hand back to her quim, rubbing around at her valley, getting two of his fingers freshly slick with her love juices. He rubbed her moisture off on himself again, repeating the process a few times until he was confident that he was lubricated enough. Then, he once more used her to moisten his fingers, then moved his hand in a different direction. Reaching even further downwards along her body, he went past her womanhood, going under her. Bianca opened her eyes momentarily, giving his shoulders a bit of a squeeze, a soft moan vibrating in her throat. He found her rosebud, her tight little entrance immediately clenching at his touch, only relaxing once he started his rubbing. Massaging along her in circles with the prints of his two moist fingers, he got her rear entrance slick with her own juices, making her legs quiver as he rubbed her.
She raised up her right leg, bringing it up by the knee, spreading her leg out a little more to give him some room. She used him for support, holding on to his shoulders a little tighter, keeping her raised thigh by his arm, Bianca just barely resisting the urge to hook her leg around him. He massaged at her rosebud for around thirty seconds before priming a finger for entry. Bringing the tip of one finger against her opening, she took in a slow, deep breath, letting out a long, trembling exhale as he started pushing inside. She pulled her head back from the side of his neck when his finger went through her sphincter, entering her velvety backdoor. Some of his blood still on her bottom lip, she moved a bit closer once again, passionately kissing him. They met tongues, Timoteo pushing his into her mouth, coiling his tongue around with her’s. Her breathing was getting faster, Timoteo easing his second finger into her tush, stretching her entrance a little bit.
He continued to fondle her chest with his free hand, playing with her nipples, massaging her globes in loving, though increasingly passionate, ways. She moaned lightly against his tongue, Timoteo slowly rocking his fingers back and forth in her tush, feeling her inner walls clamp down at him, trying to milk him. He eventually took his hand from her chest, reaching down around her, planting his hand over her rump, holding her partly to support her and partly to get a feel for her big, voluptuous tush. She flexed the toes of her raised leg, clenching them in ecstasy. He curled his fingers around in her back passage, feeling her hot breath come out at his cheek a few times before she suddenly pulled away a little. She brought her head by his, her eyes closed as she panted lightly by his ear. “I’m ready...I’m ready...” He smiled, breathing hard, though not yet panting like she was. “Okay...Turn around and put your hands to the wall...”
Bianca smiled, her blushing face turning crimson. She said nothing, but readily complied. She lowered her leg back down as he slipped his fingers out of her tush. They released each other, Timoteo taking a step back from her so she could turn around. She planted her hands against the wall, keeping her feet spread apart. She leaned over a little, sticking out her rump, presenting herself to him. She looked over her shoulder, peering back at him through some of her dark locks. “Like this?...” She cooed. He leaned over and kissed at the middle of her back in response, making her tremble at the unexpected, yet wholly pleasant, stimulation.
He held her by her hips, not needing to hold himself to align with her. He came a bit closer, his still-slick tip slipping between her cheeks, pressing against her entrance. “Ready?...” Timoteo quietly asked, his eyes on the back of her head. She nodded faintly, turning her head to the side again, peeking back at him. She had a little smile on her blushing face, letting out an eager little “Mhm...” He tightened his hold on her hips, Bianca slowly taking in a deep breath. He started to press forwards, putting pressure over her opening, trying to make his way through. Her natural fluids helped, his tip starting to squeeze through, her sphincter yielding and opening up to him. Bianca let out her breath over a few seconds, starting to hang her head down a little. “A-Avo...” She trembled the word out, her insides clamping down at him, Timoteo slowly digging deeper into her tush. His eyes were half-closed, the mage looking down, watching himself sink further and further between her creamy cheeks.
Bianca let out a light little moan when he had nearly gotten to his base, his loins pressing up hard against her behind as he tried to get every inch in. He released her hips, reaching up around her, cupping her breasts. He leaned closer to her, gently massaging her bosom as he kissed the back of her neck, smelling her hair. Bianca raised her head again, turning her head to the side, getting a kiss on the cheek from him. They met lips, kissing lovingly a few times before she started wiggling her hips left and right, grinding him around inside herself. He held back a little groan, lifting up her breasts for a moment before easing them back down, feeling the soft globes move. He flicked a finger back and forth over either of her nipples, then released her bosom entirely. He parted from her lips, standing back up, his hands drifting back down to her hips. She stopped moving again, letting her head hang down, her breathing deep and excited.
He pulled his hips back a little, slipping a few inches back out of her clenching orifice, feeling her ring grip at and slide along his shaft. Bianca’s womanhood was blushing dark red with arousal, glistening with her juices, her swollen clit begging for attention. Timoteo slowly thrusted back inside, feeling her smooth walls tremble and squeeze, starting up a milking rhythm, clenching every other second. Bianca did her best to relax, trying to loosen herself up, making things much more comfortable for them both. He started steadily pumping his hips back and forth, only ever moving a few inches through her tush. She still wasn’t ready for longer strokes, trying to move too much of himself through her too early simply made her tighten up, causing her discomfort. With the lubrication between them scarce, Timoteo did his best not to disturb her relaxation, but the feeling of sinking his aching rod inside her was tempting him into ramming to and fro.
Ultimately, he was unable to resist speeding up a little, pulling back a little before stabbing back inside, twitching around at her walls. Bianca moaned quietly, her mouth hanging open a little. Timoteo reached around her waist, bringing one hand down to her weeping lips. She opened her eyes, having to blink a few times to focus her eyes, her vision going blurry with pleasure. His palm over her soft nether hair, he played with her slick lips, rubbing back and forth over her before spreading her open for a few seconds, exposing her light pink interior. He slipped two fingers down on either side of her clit, lightly squeezing it between them, plunging his fingers into her love canal. Bianca’s rump immediately clenched down hard at him, a shuddering little whimper coming from her. He rolled her clit around between his fingers, rocking his digits back and forth inside her, wet sounds coming from the sweet nectar covering his fingers.
He started to thrust a little faster, a little harder, feeling hot pleasure scorch up through him. He shut his eyes, his body heating up, sweat droplets starting to coat him. Feeling her ample cheeks bounce against his loins, the heat of her body burning him, her inner walls wrapping snugly around him...A more euphoric situation, he could think of very few. His climax rapidly started to approach him after a few minutes of stuffing her tush, Timoteo’s breathing speeding up into panting. Bianca let out a few brief little moans, the slick walls of her womanhood spasming around his fingers. When he slipped his fingers out of her and rapidly starting rubbing around at her clit, her legs trembled. Her eyes went unfocused, clouded over. She took in a little gasp for air, then bit her bottom lip, whimpering urgently. Timoteo felt her sphincter tighten up around him, her walls slamming down on his length, trying to clamp him in place. She arched her back a little, pushing her bum into him.
She took in another gasp as fluids gushed from her womanhood, Bianca moaning in her throat as her orgasm started flooding through her body. Timoteo went into a short burst of speed, suppressing a groan as he hit his finish, too. He spewed inside her welcoming confines, letting loose several thick, creamy spurts deep inside her voluptuous tush. He leaned over on her with a bit of fatigue, continuing to rub at her clit for a few moments in the afterglow. The both of them panting, content smiles were on their faces, Bianca raising her head up. She turned her head to the side, allowing the two to kiss again, the two lovers orally embracing a few times. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind, his stiff member still lodged up her bum. After several kisses, the two parted, their smiles only growing stronger. He slipped himself out of her, Bianca standing up fully, turning away from the cave wall. She stepped closer to him, reaching up, slipping her arms around his neck.
She pressed her chest to his, affectionately nuzzling close to him in the hug. He smiled happily, wrapping his arms around her in return, one hand over her shoulder blades with the other at the small of her back. They simply embraced for a while, lovingly holding one another, feeling the heat of the other’s body. Eventually though, Timoteo murmured “We better get back to bed...No telling when the others might get up...” Bianca murmured in agreement, kissing the side of his neck before they parted, kissing over his cut. She slipped her hand into his, smiling tenderly as the two grabbed their clothes, again. He smiled contently at her as they walked back towards Grimm’s abode, the two still completely in the nude, slinking back to their pelt bed...
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