Chapter Twenty-Five
Reve melted into his hands on her breasts.
The moment his fingers cupped them, she seemed to go boneless.
His thumbs circled her nipples, and a sound of complete satisfaction escaped her.
While their tongues danced, Vester tested her, massaging her breasts while alternating the force he exerted to see how she liked to be touched.
The woman rubbing herself against him moaned into his mouth. Her hand, warm and living, wrapped around the shaft of his cock and began to slowly, tentatively explore it with her fingers. “So… thick,” she murmured into his lips. “Feels even bigger than it looks.”
Not something I mind hearing, Vester thought with the minor portion of his brain dedicated to enjoying the moment.
“Thanks,” he managed, breaking the kiss to start dropping smaller pecks along her jawbone.
She arched to present her neck to his lips, and he slowly bit down before dragging his teeth across her creamy skin.
“Aaaaah!” she gasped, surprised at the sensation.
“D-do that again,” she asked breathily, “it felt g-good.”
Her entire body seemed to shiver with the next bite, and Vester felt her nipples harden further under his palms.
When he lightly scratched her chest in time with the next bite, she arched against him hard.
“By Non!” she whimpered. “That is amazing…”
“This?” Vester asked teasingly, his fingers scratching harder across her skin with his nails, the tips dragging over her nipples; simultaneously he bit down on her shoulder. He was careful not to draw blood, but he bit harder than before, and she once again offered a full-body shudder.
“Yesssssssss,” she hissed. “T-the… sharp f-feels good!” Reve’s telekinesis wrapped around them, and for a moment Vester found himself floating in midair. The Avatar of Life spread her wings, flexing them, then dropped the pair back to the mattress.
Reve was now fully on her back, her wings spread to fill the floor of the tent with the thick cushion supporting her body. Her real hand was gripping Vester’s cock tightly, and her metal one was clutching at his right hand to her breast, adding her own nails to the next scratch.
Vester was now straddling her hips, and Reve looked down her own body to watch her hand stroke his cock. She kept her back bent, forcing her breasts harder into his hands. He leaned down, adjusted his grip, and bit one of her breasts until she whined for him.
The way her thighs trembled and the muscles of her abdomen clenched, Vester wondered if she was cumming—he didn’t think he’d done enough for that, but she seemed very invested in his continued scratches.
He let his mouth take over scraping her breast, his teeth running across the areola before giving a sharp bite to her nipple.
The hand he’d freed ran down her side, across her ribs, and his nails dug in hard enough to leave red lines across her pale skin. She didn’t protest, just gasped for him once more. “Oh yes!” she whispered. “Vester, I love the feel of your nails and t-teeth—more, mooooore!”
The last part came out like a plea. Vester’s fingers had caught when she’d shifted, and he’d accidentally dug his thumb at her hip. The bone under his hand added pressure when she flexed her thighs to buck up against him, and he saw he’d almost broken the skin with his grip.
Wow, she really likes being bitten and scratched, he realized. If those twitches I’m feeling under me really are orgasms… damn, she’s having a good time. Vester had never considered that someone could climax just from teeth on their skin, yet Reve seemed to be managing it.
She wasn’t ignoring his needs either, her hand sliding rapidly up and down his shaft. Her grip wasn’t quite firm enough anymore, but she made up for that with the silky glide of her palm and the way her wrist flexed to halfway encircle the head of his shaft each time she reached the tip.
Vester didn’t mind the softer grip—he was enjoying himself. If she’d been using more force, he’d probably have already exploded all over her stomach.
He had a mouth filled with breast, her nipple hard against his tongue, so he lashed it while tightening his jaw until her skin flexed. Vester might have broken the skin if Reve’s constitution hadn’t been so high.
The woman beneath him arched her back so hard only her shoulders and her feet were touching the ground. She lifted him completely in the air, and then her wings flexed down and Vester’s head went thud when it impacted the ceiling of the stalagmite tent.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” Reve screamed—if that were the appropriate word, since she’d clamped her lips tightly shut and clenched her eyes while her entire body vibrated under him.
Her fist around his cock tightened until he grunted.
The sound caused her eye to snap open. “You’re mounting me,” she rasped in a drawn-out whisper.
Then Vester found himself floating while Reve flipped herself onto all fours. The bat-winged Avatar of Life pressed her chest to the floor, spread her knees, mantled her wings out to either side of her body, and presented her ass.
Presented was the only way Vester could think to describe it.
The pose was primal, with Reve’s fingernails digging into the stony floor of the tent.
She’d tipped her chin up so her horns were pointing at the ceiling, and when Vester adjusted his position to stand behind her, she turned her blind-side to him.
“Grasp my horns! Claim me,” she whispered.
“I am no human woman, no weak and fragile girl. Take me, make me yours!”
The order was more needy than forceful, and Vester couldn’t deny it caused a shiver to run down his spine. “And bite more!” she added fiercely.
“Yes ma’am,” Vester replied with a laugh. His fingers grasped her hips, and then he drove his own forward to spear her on his shaft. Reve let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure, but she didn’t truly start to make noise until he’d leaned over her to grasp her horns and force her to bow her back.
With her shoulders up, Vester began biting the skin of her back while he thrust, and each time he bottomed out with his teeth against her skin she twitched.
The sounds she made weren’t actually words—at least none he could understand.
They were more like primal yelps that encouraged him to go faster, harder.
The tent filled with the heavy slap-slap-slap of Vester’s body driving against hers. Each time he stroked into her channel he felt her muscles clench, and that hot embrace squeezed in time with his teeth dragging across her skin.
Vester released her horn with his left hand and automatically reached to curl his arm around her torso and cup her chest—then his hand bounced off her wing membrane.
His dexterity was more than enough to recover, though, and his fingers curled around the thick bone of her wing.
Which he used as leverage to increase the force of his thrusts.
Between her horn and her wing, Vester had lifted her torso completely off the ground. Reve was clawing at the wall now, arching beautifully and the inhuman sounds of pleasure escaping her told him everything he needed to know about her enjoyment.
“Hey, Vester, it’s time for you—oh!” Li Ra’s casual tone shifted to shock when she realized what she’d walked in on. The oni had ducked into the tent so quickly Vester hadn’t realized she was coming in, though Reve used telekinesis to yank the Frontier Duelist in the rest of the way.
“Stay. Watch!” Reve hissed, her sharp eye running over Li while she pinned the oni against the wall. Vester felt the Avatar of Life’s pussy clamp down like a vise, and saw her entire body shiver with reaction to Li’s presence.
“Uh,” Li Ra managed, her eyes going to Vester. To his surprise, Li didn’t look scared or upset. More just… curious. “Okay,” she whispered in a quiet voice. “I’ll watch.” The oni’s pink eyes raked over Vester and Reve, and she licked her lips.
“Th-th-thank y-you,” Reve whimpered, trying to speak through the pleasure wracking her. “Ah, ga, ah, ahmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, losing her coherence yet again.
That reaction had come from Vester bending his head to bite the back of her neck.
He’d intended to tell Reve to let Li Ra go, yet Li had thrown him for a loop by agreeing to stay.
Li enjoyed cuddling with the others occasionally, but she was far more solitary than Skylar or Krysta.
She also had a firm rule against anyone but Vester touching her sexually.
That rule apparently didn’t apply to watching, however.
On top of that, Li Ra undid the buttons on first her vest, then her shirt.
She flicked the front clasp on her bra, and her layers fell open to expose her muscular abdomen and heaving breasts.
Then she undid the clasp of her pants and slid her hand inside.
The leathers were tight enough that Vester could see her finger disappear between her folds.
With Reve losing herself in desire, and Li moaning before him, Vester didn’t think he was going to last much longer. He let his nails mark Reve’s skin and put every ounce of strength he had into slamming his shaft deep into her body.
The pace rose, the sounds of pleasure grew sharper, more aggressive, and Vester locked eyes with the oni watching them. “Cum for me,” he murmured to her. Li’s reaction was immediate, shocking them both: she came so hard her knees gave out and she flopped to kneel on the ground.
“You look so sexy, Vester,” Li breathed, then turned her eyes on Reve.
“You… uh, look sexy too, Reve,” she added awkwardly.
“Sorry, this is a first for me,” the normally stoic oni mumbled.
A crimson flare had spread across her cheeks.
She’d also resumed fingering herself, and her free hand went to her bare chest to squeeze that plump mound.
“Not jealous?” Vester asked. The words were strained, because he was still giving Reve every ounce of aggression he could muster.
He wouldn’t even have known he could fuck this hard if he hadn’t gone through his sixteen-hour marathon of satisfying Li in heat, and he found himself thankful she’d shown him he could.
Because he and Reve were definitely benefiting from his understanding of his own strength.
“No,” Li said, her voice growing huskier.
The inside of the tent began to get warmer.
“Just promise you’ll do that to me… when I’m ready,” she demanded.
“Not before. No, I… want to watch more, maybe see you with the others.”
Li was breathing harder, and she let out a keen while she came a second time. “Especially Kora. Exactly like this.”
Vester blinked at the raw passion, and the sheer want in Li’s voice was enough to finally tip him over the edge.
He let out a deep groan and his body slammed against Reve’s one final time as he used the hands on her horn and wing to jerk her back up so he could wrap his arms around her shoulders and throat.
Then they both just shook, his seed flooding her to splash deep inside.
“Okay, fuck, all of that was hot,” he managed after several long moments of trembling. He and Reve were both covered in sweat, and a fine sheen had coated Li Ra’s forehead and the tops of her beasts as well. The oni coughed, blushing harder, then started buttoning her clothes up again.
“I, ah, came to say it was your turn on watch,” the oni said, now staring at the floor. “Kora and I need to sleep. Krysta thinks Denny might wake up soon… and, um, I’m sorry I interrupted.”
“Liked it,” Reve whispered. Her voice was rough, her eye half-closed, and her entire body was a relaxed, languid slump that was only upright because Vester was still buried inside her, his arms around her shoulders, keeping her back to his chest. “Watch more. Later.”
She’s not exactly articulate after all those orgasms, Vester noticed. He planted a kiss on Reve’s throat. The soft touch caused her to twitch and whimper, and she had to push at him with her metal arms before he stopped adding little nibbles to make her keep spasming.
“I’ll let you guys get ready,” Li said. She’d finished getting her clothing back together, so she edged around the pair of them to reach the tent entrance.
“Reve, don’t forget to check your Grimoire. Non said she can’t turn off the Quest, so you’ll get Chaos Thief too.”
The oni looked at Vester, then grinned. “Enjoy your rewards.”
Ah fuck, Vester thought with a roll of his eyes. I almost forgot I’m going to get another boost to my charisma. At least I know Reve wasn’t motivated by her desire for spatial storage. He didn’t let himself get bogged down in his thoughts, just turned Reve’s head enough to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Did you enjoy our first date?” he asked. The question was light and playful, but Vester meant it. His gaze searched her face, looking to see how she was feeling. She reminded him of a cat in a sunbeam, so he didn’t think any of it had upset her.
“Very much,” she purred, nodding so vigorously he had to duck his face back to avoid her horn scraping his cheek. “We should date more, often, yes, also, um, what is this kind of date but with multiple peoples?”
“If it’s multiple couples it’s called a group date, or a double date. If it’s a bunch of people dating while all focusing on each other sexually, it’s an orgy,” Vester replied dryly.
“Yes, orgy, we should orgy. Let all your women see you claim me. It felt so good.” Reve was completely shameless. The Avatar of Life was practically glowing, and Vester hated having to cut their aftercare short. He created a tub of hot water and grunted when the mana poured out of him.
Without thinking about it, he’d created the entire thing in full reality—he felt his mana drop hard—and yet the fresh scent of vanilla, honey, and cinnamon coming from the steamy water was worth the energy demand. He pulled a cloth from his inventory and started cleaning Reve up.
They exchanged kisses, a few promises to “date more” with the others—since there was no way Krysta would miss that opportunity—and made sure they were both clean before they dressed again.
It turned out Reve’s equipment had been sitting in a corner of the tent. The skimpy armored bikini took up so little room Vester hadn’t even spotted it among the cushions. He helped Reve get the strings knotted behind her back.
“It was a wonderful date,” he told her, pulling her in for one final kiss before they both exited the tent. Vester was starting to get antsy, and he wanted the Party moving soon.
But he had no regrets about the time he’d given Reve.