Chapter 16
Barbasa sprawled on a chair, his hooded eyes following Tiffany with relish as she explored their room.
Her fingers ran over the furniture in ways that he wished she would apply to his cock.
Later, he silently promised himself, his attention distracted quite unwillingly as three servers, males of a hybrid appearance between wood elf and troll, slipped inside.
Two had their arms laden with platters that they quickly set on the table, followed by the third trailing behind them with a tray carrying a strong honey-wine and two cups.
They only glanced briefly in Tiffany’s direction with an open, frank curiosity so Barbasa’s taint thankfully remained at rest as he accepted a cup of wine from the third male who had quickly began pouring the moment he unloaded his tray.
Thick curls of sweet incense rose from its vessel, making the air fragrant and pleasing to his sense in his heightened state of lust for his mate.
Sipping deeply of his wine, Barbasa smiled as his mate bounced on the bed, testing the mattress.
In the next moment she leapt to her feet, however, as a pair of orcs entered carrying a large wooden bathtub between them.
He grinned at the way she popped off the bed, her eyes wide as they tracked the tub across the room to where it was finally put down.
As riveted as she was, she did not give the males a second glance as they departed, nor those who promptly came in with buckets of water and the few dryads who gracefully followed behind them with pots full of bathing supplies.
Barbasa caught the scent of roses coming from one pot and nodded approvingly as the attendant drew out a large handful of rose petals and scattered them over the surface of water in the tub.
Tiffany glanced over at him with veiled excitement as the last attendant left and he gestured toward the bath with his cup.
“Bathe, my sweet.
As much as I would love to climb into that water with you like we do at home, there is hardly the space,”
he pointed out with a chuckle.
“I will just enjoy nibbling on this spread while I wait for my chance to bathe and then nibble on you.”
Her cheeks pinkened and Barbasa’s hand went beneath the table to his cock.
He found it utterly charming that despite her years, and their experience in exploring each other’s bodies, that she still blushed at his words.
He stroked himself leisurely as he drank, his eyes following her every movement as she slowly began to strip off her layers to reveal the pale, smooth flesh beneath.
He caught the briefest glimpse of her pretty cunt as she stepped into the tub that made him spill a little on the floor before she sank with a moan into the heated water.
Naturally, her moan made his cock jerk and release another stream of seed, and his fangs sank into his bottom lip and a tremor of need ran through him.
He refilled his cup again and again as he watched her bathe.
He glanced at the jug beside him with a pleased smile because it was truly an amazing wine.
While Glethol seldom came up lacking when it came to the honey wine he kept on reserve for his visits, he was certain that he never tasted one that was quite so extraordinarily sweet.
He would have to give the male his compliments.
Surging to his feet, he picked up the jug and tipped the contents into the second cup and headed over to his mate.
She looked up, her skin pinkened even deeper from the steam and the heat of the bath.
He stared down at her for a long moment, admiring the way the rose petals collected around her breasts and clung to them as she washed herself with the sudsy cloth in her hand.
They would be even more glorious painted in wine with his tongue as the brush.
Without a thought he brought her cup to his lips and took the smallest sip coating his tongue thoroughly before leaning down and pressing his mouth to the swell of one breast.
Wine dripped from his mouth over her breast, but his tongue quickly followed the spill, dragging the sweet nectar with slow strokes over the one breast before proceeding to do the same with the other.
“You are determined to get me all dirty,”
she mused, and he lifted his head to deliver a hungry grin.
“You found me out, my sweet.
Now come and let me stain and brand you and make you filthy as you drip nothing my own essence from your lush body.”
“Pervert,”
she chided but there was no sting in her voice, only a hint of laughter that matched the laughter brightening her eyes.
Leaning forward, she curled her hand around his and tipped the cup to her lips, taking a long drink that had her humming with pleasure by the time he drew it back away.
A soft smile curled her lips as she settled back into the tub and lay there languidly for a couple of minutes before suddenly surging up from the water.
She stood there, in the middle of the tub, with rivers of water streaming over her lush breasts and belly.
He stared at them hungrily and purred as his cock jerked and released yet another stream onto the floor.
There was going to end up being one hell of a mess in the room that Glethol was going to yell about but Barbasa shoved the problem away.
That was a tomorrow problem.
Tonight, Tiffany’s full breasts, lush thighs and sweet cunt was all there was.
He growled and stepped back a pace, waiting impatiently for her to emerge.
Her foot arched delicately as she stepped out of the water, and he wanted to worship that foot with his mouth.
But no, the other foot emerged and that too drew the focus of his need.
His mate lifted a towel from the side of the tub, but Barbasa had enough.
With a howl, he pounced, dragging his mate up off her feet and into his arms.
His cock rubbed against her ass seductively and continued to do so as he carried her the short distance to the bed and dumped her over its side so that her ass was raised and his cock grazing the surface of it.
His hips jerked forward, and he instinctively followed them, pressing is cock heavily against her ass as it stroked over her flushed skin.
Her small body jumped, and his mate made a needy sound that made him release a thick stream over her back.
Fascinated with the sight, he massaged it into her skin as he continued to slide his cock back and forth against her ass.
Her bottom tipped up in silently entreaty, baring the rosy, plump bud of her back passage.
Adjusting his angle, he rubbed the thick head of his cock back and forth against her entrance as he stroked and teased her body, his purrs growing deeper as it rubbed back in silent invitation.
It was growing slicker with his seed lubricating it and he pushed hips forward, testing it, as the tip of his head slowly pressed inside.
Tiffany made a choking sound as it nudged its way in but didn’t protest, she moaned softly when he put a bit more pressure behind the thrust, driving his hips forward bit by bit as the tight muscle sucked him a little deeper yet even as it resisted his entry.
Pleasure shot up his cock from where that tight band gripped him and he gripped the back of her neck with one hand as his cum shot into her.
It slickened his way so that he suddenly slid forward with a final stretch of resistance and pop as the head of his cock entered completely, the muscle closed tightly, hugging his cock beneath its head.
Barbasa paused for a moment and gasped as he fought for control.
His cock was large even for a satyr and he did not wish to risk hurting his female.
He eased forward, pressing his shaft deeper within her heat so that she choked and moaned all at once, her ass clenching deliciously around his length as it burrowed deeper within her.
He grunted and growled in warning, bidding her to be still even as she lifted her ass, pulling him deeper into clenching channel.
He shook his head as he fought against the fugue of lust rising rapidly within him.
There was a bite of taint to it that alarmed him even as he sank helplessly deeper within it.
His hips jerked, his cock thrusting firmly, and Tiffany cried out, the muscles inside her ass spasming harder around him, driving him with a wild pant to pull free, the head of his cock tapping briefly on her ass cheek before he growled and thrust eagerly in once again, stretching her ass around his cock in one long stroke until he was fully sheathed.
He rocked forward and slowly pumped, something within him reaching a fever pitch as her body softened and welcome the plowing of his prick.
He bent forward and traced his tongue along the muscles of her back, worshipping her beauty and strength as his hips kicked, pressing deep, claiming her as his cock continued to spew its precum, soaking into her and relaxing her muscles until he was able to glide smoothly and then faster with vicious snaps of his hips.
Her cries of pleasure filled his ears as her plump bottom grew redder from his pelvis smacking against it.
He held her pinned in place, his claws lightly pricking her flesh as her soft cries of pleasure grew louder and filled his ears until his cock throbbed, the tightening pressure drawing tight like a band beneath and around his testicles pressing tightly against her vulva.
Her juices bathed them with her scent, and she whimpered as the fur stroked back and forth over her dewy slit and clit so that her ass clenched rhythmically around her rising pleasure, squeezing and squeezing him.
Blow out a sharp breath, he drove deep within that tight clasp, his body slapping against her with the force of his rut, the sharp stimulation against his sac drawing him up higher and higher until he was lost in the sounds of breath and cries like the wordless of litany of some far-off song.
He gripped her thigh with one hand, unable to relinquish his grip on the back of her neck and he held her immobile as he grunted over her, his hips swinging in frenzy as his cock stroked in and out of her until her ass leaked the frothing stream of his precum slipping around his shaft.
He grinned at the sight as their mixed musk rose to his nose and adjusted his stance so that he thrust deeper with jerks that made her grunt reflexively as her entire body jerked beneath his hold.
Sweeter, his pleasure rose through him, gathering and licking through him as the fog over his mind danced like little crisp shard that blinded and confused him of everything except the need jackhammering within him.
Barbasa growled and then bellowed as taut bands containing his orgasm finally snaped and whipped back through him an erotic sting that made his entire body jump, making his cock drive in one more, deeper than ever as her cry rose up and her muscles strained and rippled around him as she received him.
His cock pulsed deeply, and his seed came with a hot rush, breaking through his every restraint to flood her.
It dripped from her and then poured when his cock finally pulled free, the tip ruddy with his efforts.
He stared at the cum spilling from her ass and his gaze dropped hungrily to her cunt.
His tongue stroked over his lower lip, and he gripped his cock in his hand as it jerked with renewed interest.
He nearly lined it up with the wet little slit but paused long enough to stand and stumble over to the tub.
“Do not move,”
he growled as he grabbed the washcloth and squinted suspiciously at the female until she weakly lifted one hand and waved in agreement.
The suspicion that rolled recklessly through him settled briefly and he grabbed the cloth to quickly wipe down his cock, cleaning it well for what he now had in mind.
His cock hardened further within the cloth folding around it, giving up a small spray that he squeezed out into the fabric before tossing it back into the tub.
He rolled his shoulders as he stretched there before spinning toward his female with a possessive rumble.
As she had not moved from where he left her, he gave her hindquarters a fond smack in praise, squeezing the flesh as he tipped her ass higher to access her hot little cunt instead.
He smirked down at it.
Such a pretty cunt.
Had he ever seen such a pretty little cunt? He shook his head in an attempt to clear it but groaned as his cock nudged its way forward and found its home quickly.
He sank deep into that pulsing channel and a bloom of pleasure rushed up through his belly and her cunt tightened around him so that his head tipped back with the instinctive urge to breed rising hard and fast through him.
His hips flexed and his body dropped over her, covering her as his hands sought and found her breasts.
He massaged them with his fingers and plucked her nipples like the delicate strings of a harp as he began to thrust once more, playing the perfect notes of her body’s song of desire.
A song that she echoed from her throat with every soft cry and whine, and every low sigh.
His head was spinning, and he curled his hips in with every thrust in an attempt to stabilize himself as the entire world began whirl.
He felt as if he were falling but it just made him ride his female, his hips bouncing with the force of every thrust as she wailed beneath him, her sex clenching harder and tighter as she met his thrusts in their desperate coupling.
His hooves scraped across the wooden floor, and he curled an arm around her to grip the bedding beneath them, holding her tighter to him as he rutted, his cock growing harder and thicker within her.
It was swelling more than usual, and he knew that this was it as he felt his breeding seed engorge him, making him fuller and the head of his cock more swollen.
His flock.
He needed to breed his flock.
He panted against her flesh as his cock strained and jerked within her at every thrust.
He was not even fully withdrawing now, unable to tolerate being even the slightest bit free from her body but plunging deep and drawing back only slight to plunge deep again with quick, thumping movements made his female gush around him.
He cries were half smothered by the bedding she was now biting down on.
He was only distantly aware of the fact that she shoved the edge of the bedding between her teeth to muffle the screams of her orgasms as they came one after the other, shaky her little body even as her body sucked at him with every rhythmic pulse, but her restraint only made him growl longer and louder as he pierced the depths of her before bursting with a sharp explosion of senses that became lost in the white fog of his mind for a moment before sinking rapidly into darkness.
He was only distantly aware of a heavy crash of something large falling before all senses receded completely.
It was only by degrees that he slowly woke and blinked against the midday sun pouring through the window.
Barbasa groaned from where he lay sprawled on the floor and lifted a hand the headache between behind his eyes and in the cranial bedding of his horns.
He groaned softly and rubbed.
“Do not let me drink honey wine every again, my sweet,”
he grumbled to his mate as he slowly pushed himself up to a seated position.
He had little doubt that she had been up for hours, probably laughing at him and flicking bits of food at his prone, drunken body while he was unconscious.
When there was no response, however, he frowned and cast a confused glance around.
“Tiffany? Do not play games with me.
Come out.”
Silence met his words, and he struggled to his feet as he drew in the scents of the room into his lungs.
Stale food and his mate’s warm scent had grown cold...
along with a mingle of male scents that invaded his room not too long ago.
Alarm prickling through him, Barbasa stumbled forward, flying out the room and down the stairs to the tavern floor, his eyes searching madly for any hint of his mate and the tavern keeper.
Glegoth looked up from his ledger in surprise as he nearly flung himself against the desk, his claws scraping the wood as he stared at the dwarf with desperation.
“My mate, where is she?”
The dwarf frowned.
“Your mate?”
His expression suddenly cleared.
“Oh, are you speaking of the pale little human you came here with? Some males carried here out of here in the early hours.
Said that you sent for them to retrieve her as something she ate seemed to have made her ill.”
His head cocked with a look of concern.
“I do hope that poor girl is okay.”
Barbasa stumbled back from the desk, his hands going up to grip his horns as the taint flowed through him like venom, burning and whispering its taunt.
“Barbasa?”
the dwarf’s voice shrank as it grew distant within his mind.
“Barbasa, did you not send for them? Barbasa? What happened...
where are you going?”
Glegoth suddenly shouted as Barbasa sprung forward and raised out the door, a mad howl tearing from his throat.
He rushed out in the street with a snarl, only catching a glimpse of the two armor clad goblins before they jumped him and dragged him with brutal efficiency to the ground.
Everything within Barbasa fought savagely, his souls shattering and crying for his mate beneath the murk of the taint.
“Tiffany!”