Chương 32: (NSFW)

"Bar's closing!" the waitress called, snapping them out of their private world.

"Go upstairs or get out!" Noah groaned softly as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Hannah's.

"Closing time." Her shoulders slumped, but she kept her forehead against his for a moment longer before giving him one last, lingering kiss. Then they stood and made their way across the tavern's stone floor toward the back, where a narrow staircase waited in the corner. The barkeep handed them keys the rooms Ken had paid for, reciting the house rules in a bored, practiced tone.

"Rooms 8, 9, and 10. Old man's in 10, girl's in 9. If you're gonna be sick, use the buckets beside the bed. Breakfast starts whenever the cook shows up—usually an hour after sunrise. Be out before noon. If you need anything, come downstairs."

"Thanks. We will," Noah said, slipping Hannah's arm over his shoulder to steady her. The stairs proved more challenging than expected. They stumbled twice, Hannah growing heavier and sleepier with each step. At the landing, Noah shook his head with a fond sigh, turned toward her, bent his knees, and slid an arm beneath her legs, lifting her into a cradle.

"Thanks," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling into his chest with her eyes closed.

"Don't mention it." He carried her the rest of the way, balancing her nearly-asleep form as he crouched to unlock the door with 9 scrawled across it. She giggled at his effort and kissed his cheek when the latch finally clicked. Smiling, he carried her to the bed and set her down gently before removing her boots.

"You…sure you don't want to…take the rest off?" Hannah asked drowsily. Despite the warmth still humming through him from their earlier kiss, Noah shook his head and brushed her lips with his once more.

"When we're both sober." He moved quietly around the dim room, closing the window and locating the bucket the barkeep had mentioned, placing it within easy reach. By the time he reached the door, she was already fast asleep—snoring softly, a small line of drool on her pillow. Chuckling under his breath, he found scrap paper and a pencil in the bedside table, using them to hastily scribble a note to her. As soon as he finished, he slipped out, closing and locking the door behind him.

He swapped room keys in his pocket, leaving the one for Hannah's room and retrieving the one for Ciri's before stepping across the hall and unlocking hers. Turning the handle slowly so as not to wake her, he applied gradual pressure to the door so it would swing open soundlessly. When he saw the room was still lit by the flickering yellow glow of a candle, he abandoned stealth and opened it the rest of the way. The sight that greeted him almost took his breath away.

Sitting on the bed was Ciri, clearly still wide awake. She propped herself up with pillows behind her, a hungry look in her eyes. Her right arm covered her bare breasts while the blanket concealed her lower half, but based on the amount of skin showing and the neatly folded pile of clothes on the nearby dresser, Noah instantly knew she was naked. He closed the door behind him hurriedly before grinning.

"If I'd known you were waiting for me like this, I'd have come sooner."

"I was not waiting for you," she said slowly.

"Oh? You don't normally sleep naked though." He raised an eyebrow.

"Am I interrupting something then?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"What does that mean?"

"I am experiencing some unfamiliar feelings."

"Uh, okay," Noah replied, suddenly concerned as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I believe so," she nodded.

"I would like for you to tell me about your night with Hannah." Uh oh. She's jealous. Noah thought, steeling himself emotionally.

"We kissed. I want you to know that. I thought you'd be okay with it given our earlier conversation, but if you're feeling differently about it now then I'll explain to her that—""I am not feeling differently," she interrupted before correcting herself.

"That is not entirely true. I am feeling differently. But our earlier consensus still stands. I believe you should continue to pursue both her and I romantically." He stared at her for a long moment, his mind trying to process what she was saying.

"I'm very confused now." She adjusted her hand, allowing Noah a distracting peek at her brown nipple before covering it again.

"When I came upstairs, I had difficulty falling asleep. I attempted to read, but my thoughts continued to return to the idea of you and Hannah in intimate situations."

"Ciri, I—" he started.

"I believe I have become aroused at the notion." His brain did a full reboot for fifteen seconds before he was able to respond.

"I... uh... Can you repeat that for me? Just to make sure I heard it correctly?"

"I became aroused at the idea of you and Hannah in intimate situations."

"And just to be completely clear, when you say aroused you mean...?" he trailed off.

"Sexually. Yes," she replied. Ciri is a cuckquean.

"And that's why you're naked right now."

"Correct. I was going to pleasure myself to the sounds of you and Hannah. However, it appears you did not have sex with her. Or did you?"

"No," Noah shook his head.

"Consensual sex is the only kind of sex I'll be having. She was pretty drunk, and drunk people can't consent to sex. Even though she wanted to." A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

"That is... an admirable choice."

"It's the right choice," he replied, standing and starting to take off his clothes.

"Sorry to disappoint you though."

"Under the circumstances, I believe my disappointment is an acceptable trade-off." He slid off his boxers and slipped under the covers with her before tracing his hand up her leg.

"Is there something I could do to make it up to you though?"

"Yes," she replied, staring at him intensely.

"I would like to hear the exact details of the kiss." Still surprised, Noah decided to lean into her newly discovered kink. He recounted the rest of the night to her, starting with the moment she left to go upstairs. When he reached the part where they'd leaned in to kiss, one of Ciri's hands slowly started to knead her breasts while the other worked in slow circles under the covers. Grinning at the sight, Noah paused his storytelling.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said breathily.

"Keep going." His recounting became increasingly difficult as the blood in his body began to rush south at the sight of his Fae girlfriend touching herself in front of him. Every time he made a move to join in on the fun though, she shook her head and insisted that he continue the story. For the moment, he contented himself with soft touches—both of himself and her—while detailing how his tongue and Hannah's met, describing the way her body felt to his roaming hands, the way she smelled, the way she tasted.

Through sheer force of will, he managed to finish the story without pinning Ciri to the bed and sliding himself inside her. As he did, her movements became more frantic, and her head tilted back with eyelids half-closed. A stroke of inspiration hit him at the sight, causing him to lean forward and kiss her neck before whispering one additional line in her ear.

"Next time though, I'm going to fuck her." Ciri cried out in response, her entire body shaking as she orgasmed. Her fingers roughly squeezed her nipple and her other hand palmed her clit, wildly rubbing herself to get as much stimulation as possible. Every muscle in her back seemed to squeeze and contract at once before finally releasing, causing her to collapse while panting.

"That... was..."

"A bit of an awakening for you?" Noah asked, seeing how much she struggled to find the words.

"Yes." Her eyes met his, her gaze still wild with desire.

"If you were able to... how would you have... taken... her tonight?"

"I could tell you," he grinned, teasing.

"Or I could show you."

"Yes. That." He leaned forward over her naked form, kissing her deeply as he ran his hands up her body. Despite having just orgasmed, she responded instantly and enthusiastically, reaching down to take hold of his cock and begin stroking. Bolts of pleasure raced through his body as she touched him, triggering an idea that had been lingering in the back of his mind for some time.

"I'd use my tongue on her," he said, breaking the kiss.

"Can I do the same for you?" She blushed, biting her lip before nodding.

"Yes," she whispered. This cuckquean kink really got her going. She was hesitant to do this before. Now she's all for it. He began to trail soft kisses down her body, eliciting breathy sighs of pleasure from her. When he reached her nipples, he paused, sucking them and giving them the extra attention he knew she loved. His body trailed lower after switching between them for a few minutes, trailing his tongue down her soft belly to the slit between her legs.

Her thighs parted and her eyes went wide, but she made no move to stop him. He kept his gaze locked on hers until he settled between them, slowly wrapping one hand around each leg to hold them in place. When he finally looked down, he saw what he'd already known. She was dripping. With a wry grin, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the skin around her lower ones. He teased her until she began to buck her hips toward his face, denying her any direct stimulation for as long as he could stand it.

When she finally let out a frustrated moan, he extended his tongue and gently flicked it against her clit. The way she gripped the sheets as she groaned told him everything he needed to know. He repeated the motion a moment later before changing techniques, running the flat of his tongue from her wet opening all the way to her clit. She nearly shrieked with pleasure in response, one hand releasing the bed so she could grab the back of his head roughly. Yeah, she likes it.

Deciding there would be more time to experiment with different techniques later, Noah chose the approach he knew would give her the most pleasure in that moment: flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit in light, fast strokes. He was rewarded with moans, groans, and sounds he'd never heard his Fae girlfriend make before.

Her eyes fluttered and her back arched as he ate her out enthusiastically for several minutes before letting go of one leg and slipping a finger inside her, curling it in a "come hither" motion. It was in her wet pussy for all of ten seconds before she came explosively, squirting on both him and the bed. Her fingers gripped his hair almost painfully as she rode the waves of bliss for almost a full minute, bucking her hips wildly against his face throughout.

He kept tonguing her throughout, thinking she would back off before she hit the point of overstimulation. She did, but it was a close thing.

"Noah," she groaned as she flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily.

"Yes?" he replied, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You... I... that..." she stuttered, unable to form full sentences.

"Good?"

"Yes," she responded after a long pause, locking eyes with him.

"Very."

"Want to do it again?"

"Yes. But... not right now."

"What would you rather do right now?" She didn't respond right away, instead waiting for her breathing to even out. He moved up to the pillows beside her as she did, stroking her hair and kissing her cheek, forehead, and nose. Eventually her gaze moved down to see that he was still painfully hard.

"I would like for you to be inside me," she said finally.

"No argument here." To his surprise though, she turned around and presented her ass to him before grabbing him and pulling him closer.

"Like this." The feeling of her silklike skin against his was enough to make precum drip from the tip of his cock. Knowing she'd already been fully satisfied, he lined himself up with her dripping hole from behind and slid inside her before his head rolled back in ecstasy. She let out another soft moan as he hilted himself in her with one long, slow stroke.

"Fuck," Noah grunted. She took his hand and gently laid it across her tits, using his fingers to squeeze her nipples. Understanding her intent, he continued the motion as his hips began to thrust in and out of her, blanking his mind of any coherent thoughts. Her pussy seemed to squeeze and contract around him with every movement, tugging at him as if to try and keep him inside her longer.

"Go... slowly. Please," she begged.

"I am sensitive right now, and am enjoying this closeness." Fighting every instinct in him to hammer away at her pussy, Noah slowed his pace to a crawl. She turned her head to face him as he did, locking eyes with him before kissing him hungrily. His hands continued to grope and squeeze, reveling in the way her smooth skin rebounded against his touch. They'd had sex many times before, but somehow this time felt different. It was deeper, more emotional, and better than he'd ever experienced.

In the back of his mind, a realization slowly came to him, dulled and hazy from the heady mix of love, lust, endorphins, and pleasure that was currently clouding his mind. So this is what making love is supposed to be like, he thought. Gradually, Ciri began to push back against his thrusts. Her lips stayed locked to his as she did it, and her hands grabbed onto his arms as if to prevent him from going anywhere. Eventually he knew he had to break their kiss to give her a warning.

"I'm going to cum."

"I can feel it in you," she whispered with a smile.

"Finish inside me." Her words unraveled any self-control he had left, sending him careening over the edge a moment later. His body tensed and he grabbed onto her luscious body as every muscle contracted. In his mind he reached nirvana, filled with feelings of thoughtless pleasure as he shot thick ropes of cum into her pussy. By the time he came down, he was almost as incoherent as she was. He took several minutes to catch his breath, unwilling and unable to move away from her as he did.

She seemed content to let him keep his arms wrapped around her body the entire time, her back pressed tightly against his chest.

"Velæn," she whispered sleepily, closing her eyes.

"Ænthor," he replied almost instinctively, doing the same.