Pocket dungeon, p.17
Pocket Dungeon, page 17
I laughed, but Yasha looked at me with something close to awe on her face.
“You have all of those things?” she asked. “You do not have to train or fight? You can simply… be?”
She said it like it was the most magical thing she had ever heard.
“Exactly,” I told her. The elevator dinged as we reached my floor, and I carefully helped her out of the car and into the hallway. “You can do whatever you want. No one is going to make you fight or anything like that unless you want to. You don’t even have to go back into a dungeon again unless you want to.”
Yasha stared at me like I had hung the fucking moon in the sky just for her. It was a look I decided I could very much get used to.
I helped her into my small apartment and set the bag of books and our helmets onto the small counter in the kitchen. Yasha carefully kicked her shoes off as soon as we were inside and flashed me a bright smile.
“This is better than anything I could have ever hoped for,” she said. “Thank you, Wes. For all of this.”
I felt like I really hadn’t done much at all, but I was more than happy to make her happy. It was strange to meet someone who didn’t take all of my little luxuries for granted, and it made me realize that sure, my life might not have been perfect, but it was certainly better than a lot of people had.
And with the added bonus of the dungeons and all of the gold, it was only going to get better and better.
“How about a bath?” I suggested. “You really liked the shower, and I think you’ll like just being able to relax in a tub as well. You can even read while you relax.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Yasha said firmly. “Let us take a bath.”
She started to march off toward my tiny bathroom before I had a chance to fully process what she had said.
Us?
She wanted me to bathe with her?
Holy shit.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and managed to get my legs moving again as I quickly followed behind her. She didn’t seem to need help figuring out how to use the bathtub this time.
By the time I made my way into the doorway of the bathroom, she had already fiddled with the dials above the faucet and had the tub halfway filled with steaming water.
“Here,” I said as I squeezed around her to the counter below my sink.
I crouched down and pulled out a small bottle of bubble bath. It had been part of some sort of Secret Santa gift from the bookshop, and while I hadn’t used it, I hadn’t felt right throwing it out, either.
I was just glad I finally had a reason to crack it open.
I broke the seal on the bottle and dumped a healthy amount of the lavender-scented soap into the running water. Within seconds, the water frothed and foamed until it was filled with almost iridescent soap bubbles that brushed the edge of the tub.
Yasha gasped in delight and dropped to her knees to study the bubbles closely. One of them distorted her reflection as she all but pressed her nose to it. It gave a sudsy pop, and the fox-woman jerked back in shock.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the surprise clearly written across her face.
“They do that,” I teased.
“I have noticed,” Yasha said. She carefully pushed herself back up to her feet, and without any sort of hesitation or warning, she began to strip off the borrowed clothing I had loaned her.
I didn’t even have time to turn before she stood naked in front of me.
God damn.
Her strawberry hair fell down between her shoulder blades in loose waves with her bangs brushing gently over her eyebrows. Her ears were perked, as if she was listening to something intently, and one twitched ever so slightly.
Her breasts were firm and round, and her nipples were a delicious shade of brown. They were pert and hard despite the steamy air of the bathroom, and I felt like I was going to start drooling. The plane of her abdomen beneath her breasts was toned and muscular before it swelled out into lush, curving hips. Her waist was small enough I could have wrapped both of my hands around it.
There was a small dusting of pale red-blonde hair at the apex of her thighs, and I had to force myself to swallow as I stared.
She blinked at me, as if she was waiting for something.
“Are you not going to bathe with me?” she asked in a tone far more casual than I could have managed. Her fox tail curled over her hip, and she lightly dragged her nails through the fur as she stared at me.
“You… you want me to bathe with you,” I dumbly repeated.
A small, knowing smile curled at the edges of Yasha’s lips.
“I would,” she confirmed. “Do you need help undressing?”
She took a step toward me, as if she really would take my clothes off for me, and I thought my knees might have buckled entirely.
“I’m fine, I’m good, I’ve got it.” The words rushed out of my mouth quickly, but I didn’t waste any time as I began to strip for her.
I tossed all of my clothing into a small pile in the doorway of the bathroom before I stood entirely naked before the hottest woman I had ever seen.
This was totally cool and normal.
My dick was hard and stood erect as I stared at Yasha. I couldn’t even feel embarrassed at my own arousal, because she was eyeing me like she wanted to eat me whole.
Her pupils had widened to take up her entire eye, and they looked dark and hungry. She took a small step toward me to clear the tiny distance between us in the bathroom. The smell of her was overpowering this close.
Then she reached down and carefully dragged one of her fingers delicately across the top of my aching cock. It twitched under her touch, and I swallowed back a groan.
“Are all men of Earth this… large?” she asked. She looked up at me through her thick fan of lashes, and I thought I might just die on the spot.
“I mean, I’m not that big, I think I’m pretty ordinary, okay, maybe that isn’t true but, I mean--” I rambled because what the fuck else was I supposed to say to a sexy woman telling me I had a big dick? I was letting her control the situation at hand, but the more she touched me like that, the harder it was getting.
“Interesting,” she murmured. She stroked my dick again, and I knew I was putty in her hand. “I have never seen a penis this large or thick.”
She curled her entire hand around my length, and I exhaled a shuddering breath. Her nipples brushed against my chest as she took yet another step closer.
The water in the bathtub was still running, and I had a feeling if we didn’t act soon, it was going to run cold.
“I’m glad you’re intrigued,” I wheezed out a joke.
Yasha’s lips were curled into a smirk as she looked up at me, and it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I bet it would feel wonderful,” she continued to stroke me in slow, lazy gestures. “Inside of me. It has been a long time since I have wanted a man.”
I had no goddamn idea what to do with my hands.
“Was there no one you liked in Arcadio?” I managed a complete sentence.
“Not like this,” she said. “Do you want to mate with me, Wes?”
The bathroom around us was entirely filled with steam, and my skin was slick with it. Or maybe that was sweat. I didn’t know. All I knew was that the hottest woman I had ever had the pleasure of seeing was pressed against me and grabbing my dick.
I swallowed. “Yes. Do you want me to?”
Yasha nodded, and there was nothing coy about the gesture.
“What about the bath?” Why the fuck did I say that? Who gave a flying fuck about the bath at this point in time! Way to go, Wes!
Yasha’s dark, seductive eyes flicked over toward the bathtub. It was close to overflowing with water by now, and the bubbles were slowly seeping over the edge of the tub.
“Can we not mate in the bath?” she asked, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Say less.” I very, very regretfully pulled myself away from Yasha and her touch to step into the bathtub. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, but I found it incredibly hard to care.
I lowered myself down into the blissfully warm water and turned off the faucet before I could flood my downstairs neighbor’s apartment below me.
Yasha followed me into the tub. It wasn’t the most comfortable size for two people, but I also found it incredibly hard to care about this fact as she lowered herself down into the bath to straddle my hips.
Water splashed over the walls of the tub, but I did not give a singular shit. Yasha’s chest pressed against mine as she laid on me in the tub with her ass pressed back against my knees. Her tail curled around my leg, and that alone was enough of a new sensation to make me cock ache.
“Is this alright?” she asked. We were practically nose to nose. Bubbles stuck to her chest and covered her in a light, delicate film. She looked like something out of a wet dream.
“Better than alright,” I murmured as I finally caught her lips in a kiss.
She tasted even better than I had imagined. I could taste the ice cream we’d just eaten on her lips as I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth.
She let out a low, keening sound against my mouth as I slid my hand up to brace the back of her neck and pull her in closer. Her breasts slipped against my chest as I devoured her.
The head of my cock rubbed up against her slit, and even through the water of the tub, I could feel just how hot and ready she was for me.
I used my free hand and maneuvered under the water to stroke her. Yasha whimpered against my mouth and tried to spread her legs even wider in the narrow tub. I took that as an invitation and curled a finger up into her eager pussy.
She was so hot and tight as I slipped another finger into her.
The sexy creature on top of me growled against my lips and pressed her weight against me as she fucked herself with my hand.
“You like that?” I murmured into her mouth. I slid my hand up into her hair and, because I couldn’t help it, I stroked my thumb over one of her twitching ears.
Yasha gasped at the touch and arched her back against me. My eyebrows shot up at her reaction, and just to test it, I tried it again.
Her entire body clenched as I stroked her fox ear, and a shudder rolled down her spine.
Well, okay then.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I smirked as she writhed against my hand. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t even know if I’ll fit.”
“We will make you fit.” Her voice was low with lust.
“You sure you can take it?” I murmured. I caught her lower lip between my teeth, and she rolled her hips against my hand in response.
“Please, Wes,” she whined into my mouth. “I want to feel your penis inside of me. I want you to touch me. Pour your seed into me.”
Holy shit. How could I deny her that?
I slowly pulled each of my fingers free from her tight pussy and adjusted her on my hips. The head of my cock pressed against her slick, hot entrance, and I slowly started to lower her down onto me.
“Ohhhhhhhaarrrhggg…” Yasha sank down slowly on the thick shaft of my cock. The fox-girl arched her back above me in the water and let out another breathless cry that I knew for a fact my neighbors heard through the walls. I guided her down inch by inch until she was stuffed all the way to the hilt on my cock.
It took everything in me not to fuck her senseless, but I wanted to give her a few seconds to adjust.
Her golden eyes looked like they had nearly rolled back in her head as she started to shift her hips around.
“How’s it feel?” I asked. “How are you doing?”
“Big,” she gasped. “It’s so big. You are touching all of me. I’m so… opened up for you. All of you… inside of me… hmmmm.”
Her voice wavered with each word as the sexy fox-woman dug her nails into my chest, but I didn’t mind.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I told her. It was almost a warning as I reached out and grabbed her tiny waist.
Then I lifted her up off of my cock, and she gave a soft, desperate little cry before I lowered her back down to fuck up into her tight channel.
A low, needy keen came from her lips, and she threw her head back. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her perfect, bubble-coated body shook as I fucked her, and her long tail twitched.
“Can you take it?” I grunted. “Because I want to see you cum.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to feel you. I want to cum for you.”
That was all the incentive I needed to fuck up into her little pussy again. With each thrust, more water flowed over the side of the tub, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how hot and tight she was around me. Her perky breasts bounced as I started to pull her down onto my cock to meet each of my thrusts.
Yasha babbled something that clearly wasn’t in English as I fucked her. I wanted it to be the best fuck of her life, and it was clear I was on the right track. Her pussy spasmed around my cock as I drove myself into her deeper and deeper.
Heat coiled in the pit of my stomach, but I wasn’t about to cum before she did. I wanted to take care of this woman, and I’d be damned if she didn’t feel good.
As I slammed up into her, I reached around to rest my palm in the small of her back. My fingers brushed up against the base of her tail, however, and Yasha practically screamed.
It was a high, guttural sound. She bucked her hips so hard that I was afraid she might hurt herself.
“Oh.” I grinned. “You like that?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer before I drove myself deeper into her pussy and curled my hand around the base of her fluffy tail. Then I stroked the soft fur all the way to the tip.
“Yeeeessss!” Yasha screamed again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wes, please. Please, it feels so good.”
Her body convulsed around me, and it was clear she was close to her orgasm.
“I want you to cum,” I ordered as I stroked her tail again. The feeling of it in my hand was enough to push me closer to my own end as well. “Cum for me.”
Yasha didn’t need to be told again. She let out a strangled, breathy cry before she came around my cock deep in her pussy. Her body shook, and she dug her nails tighter into my chest like she needed to hold onto me to stay upright.
“I want to feel you,” she gasped through her orgasm. “I want to feel you climax inside of me. I know it will feel so good to be filled with your seed.”
It was the push over the edge I needed, but I had a brief moment of hesitation when I wondered if she could get pregnant. Then I realized that I didn’t care, and the thought of her tiny tummy growing big with my baby inside of her made my balls and cock throb with electrical energy. I exploded inside of Yasha as I gripped her tail in one hand and her hip in the other. I continued to fuck her as I milked out every last drop of cum I could manage. She might have already orgasmed, but I wasn’t done yet.
I fucked into her with hard enough thrusts to send most of the water splashing out of the tub and onto the floor. Then I grunted with lust as I felt another orgasm quickly making its way through my body.
“Come on,” I urged her. “I want you to cum for me again, can you do that, Yasha?”
“Please.” She nodded eagerly. Her face was damp with sweat, steam, and water from the tub, and she had a blissful, fucked-out look in her eyes. But as if on command, she gave a sharp, shuddering gasp and came around my cock once again.
I helped her ride me through her orgasm as I spilled my seed inside of her eager pussy until neither of us had anything left to give.
By the time we were both finished, the water in the tub had gone entirely cold, and Yasha looked down at me with a high flush across her cheeks.
“I think that I like bubble baths,” she said slowly. “Very much.”
Chapter 12
I had made the executive decision that the water all over the bathroom floor was something to be dealt with later.
It had taken around thirty minutes before me or Yasha felt like we could even get out of the tub. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so good or had such great sex. It was clear the same could be said for Yasha, because the sexy fox-woman could barely stand on her good foot.
I helped her into my bedroom and grabbed her another change of clothes from my dresser. I couldn’t bring myself to care about the damp spot she left on my bed as she sat on the edge of the comforter without drying off.
“What do we do now?” she asked. She still had a flush to her cheeks as she stared at me, and I could have sworn she was already looking at my dick again.
“It’s almost time that I can use the crystal again,” I said as I grabbed a pair of clean boxers from my dresser and quickly pulled them on.
Yasha hadn’t bothered to put on the sweats or the t-shirt I’d handed her yet, but it wasn’t like I’d complain about the view. I would have to take her to buy clothes soon. She could wear mine as much as she wanted, but I had a feeling she might have liked something that fit a little better.
“It’s that time already?” she asked in surprise. “I have already been here a day?”
“It feels crazy, right?” I remarked. “Well, it hasn’t quite been a day yet. We were in the dungeon for a few hours, so it’s been a few hours less than a day.”
“That makes sense,” Yasha said.
It was hard to focus on much of anything with the very naked woman staring at me, but I was making what I deemed a valiant effort. I pulled on a t-shirt and then a pair of jeans. As much as I wanted to pull on some sweats and have a very nice, post-orgasm nap, it would probably be smarter to get dressed for a dungeon.
I wasn’t sure if jeans and a t-shirt were really the best things to wear, but it had to be better than sweats. Maybe I could go to some sort of army surplus store and find more combat appropriate clothes?
I filed that idea away for later before I turned to look at Yasha again. She had at the very least put on the shirt I’d given her, but her perfect nipples pressed clearly against the thin fabric.
