Pocket dungeon 2, p.9
Pocket Dungeon 2, page 9
I dropped a kiss down onto the top of her head and couldn’t fight my own amusement at the situation.
“Come on,” I said and gave her another squeeze. “We should all go and get dressed so we can get out of here.”
“We are getting out of here?” Yasha asked, and I realized she had only caught the tail end of me and Iris’ conversation.
“We’re going to go get some breakfast,” I explained. “And then we’re going to go shopping.”
That was all it took for Yasha to leap up from my lap with a wide grin on her face. Her golden eyes gleamed with excitement. “I love shopping.”
The fox-woman turned and quickly made her way back into my bedroom, just as quietly as she had left it a few minutes before.
I snorted and looked over at Iris. The woman out of time was wearing a similarly amused look on her face, and there was also a clear hint of fondness across her lovely features. She might still be a little withdrawn around me, but it was clear that she was already a little fond of Yasha.
It was hard not to be. The fox-woman from Arcadio had an undeniably intense presence, and it was hard not to like her. Even though she was a fearsome warrior, she was still overwhelmingly nice and joyful. She was a breath of fresh air in my life, and I imagined she was much the same for Iris as well.
“You should get dressed, too,” I told the woman as I stood up. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“Thank you, Wes. I’m going to shower, I think,” Iris said.
I was taken aback for a moment at the unspoken words that lingered just under the surface of her thanks. How often had someone actually listened to Iris and given her respect and privacy when she needed it? I had a feeling it wasn’t enough.
I nodded and turned on my heel to follow Yasha’s path back into the bedroom. I gently shut the door behind me and saw that the sexy fox-woman had already strewn almost all of her new clothing out around the room in a chaotic heap.
She seemed entirely unbothered with the mess she had created as she fiddled through all of the garments.
I had a hard time being upset by the chaos, however, because she had also stripped off her pajamas and was now looking for something to wear while entirely naked. And unlike last night in the crystal’s equipment room when she’d stripped, there wasn’t a creepy little chest mimic to ruin my enjoyment of the scene.
Despite the fact that Yasha was a warrior and had trained as one her entire life, she still had a softness about her that I wouldn’t have expected. I traced it with my eyes from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips, all the way down to the perfect, perky shape of her ass.
At first, I had been almost taken aback by her tail and the way the appendage seamlessly extended from her body just above where a tailbone would have begun, but now I found it strangely alluring.
There was something sexy about it and the way it seemed to react on its own when the two of us were together. I reached out to stroke my fingers along the end as Yasha rifled through a pile of skirts.
She gave a sharp little gasping sound and looked over her shoulder at me with wide, golden eyes. The initial shock slipped into something else, however, as her eyes fell on me. Her lips curled at the edges, and she arched her back in a pleased little gesture.
The sight was a little tantalizing, so I stroked her tail again.
This time, the satisfaction from the gesture was immediately apparent on her face, and Yasha gave a low purr in the back of her throat as she arched even further into the touch. She leaned her head back so far that it rested entirely on my shoulder as I continued slowly stroking the end of her tail.
I knew from past experience that she was even more sensitive near the base of her fluffy tail, so I slowly started to work my way toward it without any sort of rush.
As I did so, I heard the water in the bathroom kick on next door. Iris must have started her shower. That gave us more than enough time to have a little fun without keeping the other woman waiting.
“Wes,” Yasha said my name in a way that made all the blood in my body heat up.
Fuck. The soft lilt of her accent around my name was enough to get me going, as if the sight of her alone hadn’t been enough.
“Yasha,” I murmured as I finally moved my hand up to the base of her tail.
I felt her entire body shudder as she shifted her hips again and nearly ground herself back into my hand. Her fur was soft and silken under my touch, and my fingers glided through it easily as I stroked her in slow, easy motions.
There was something borderline intoxicating about being able to have such a strong effect on her without doing anything other than touching her tail, and I was more than a little pleased with myself.
She whined again as I fondled the base of her tail, and she arched her perfect, perky ass back toward me like an open invitation. I moved my free hand down to grip one of her asscheeks and give it a hard squeeze.
“I want to mate,” she said in a low, desperate tone. “Wes, I want you to take me now, right here. I want to feel your thick cock inside me. I want to feel your seed gushing into my womb. Can we mate now?”
Chapter 7
My mouth went dry as she literally asked me to bend her over and fuck her. Well. She hadn’t said those exact words, but it was clear that was what she meant.
“Yeah,” I said.
Super smart. Super great response, Wes. Good job.
“Good,” Yasha purred. “I love the feeling of you inside of me. It is so big, it makes me feel so good.”
I was having a hard time thinking about anything at all as she spoke, including that I needed to kick off the sweatpants I’d slept in.
I regretfully moved my hand from her ass to guide my pants down and off, but I didn’t let go of the base of her tail. I hadn’t fucked her in this position before, and I might as well have been drooling at the mere prospect of it.
My cock was achingly hard, and I was glad I hadn’t even bothered grabbing another pair of underwear last night. It meant there weren’t any barriers between me and Yasha’s perfect body.
The sight of my thick cock alongside her tiny, sexy body was enough to make my brain short circuit. I knew she could take my dick, and that she could take it well, but it still seemed impossible by looking at her.
I curled my fist around the base of my cock with one hand, and regretfully moved my hand from the base of her tail with the other. With my newly freed hand, I pressed between Yasha’s sharp shoulder blades so she would bend forward at the waist. She dropped her elbows down onto the pile of clothing on the bed and arched her perfectly shaped ass up toward me.
The view was tantalizing, and I could see just how slick her pussy was after the few strokes of her tail. She shifted her feet and spread her legs wider, and her tail flicked impatiently.
“Wes,” she breathed out my name again. “I want to feel your penis inside of me. Can I have it? Please, Wes?”
Fucking shit.
My throat went dry, and I didn’t even bother to say anything. Instead, I lined the head of my cock up with her glistening slit and slowly started to push inside of her from behind.
Her body quivered around me as I pushed inside of her. She was so fucking tight that I felt like my eyes were going to roll back in my goddamn head.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I breathed out as I pressed deeper and deeper inside of her.
The sound that came out of Yasha’s throat was something that was going to replay in my wet dreams until I died. It was high and desperate, and she melted into the bed as she took more and more of my length.
I had no idea how it even fucking fit inside of her, and her perfect little pussy spasmed around me as I finally buried myself inside of her all the way up to the hilt. My hips were flush against her round ass, and her tail curled back around my waist.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before, and I felt like I was going to cum from that alone.
“It is so big,” she sighed out dreamily. “Wes, it is so big. I love the way it feels inside of me. Do you like the way it feels, too?”
I had no idea how she was still able to form words, because my own mind felt as if it had turned to mush as soon as she shifted her ass back against me. The new angle was unlike anything else, and the sight of her fluffy tail and twitching ears, along with the tiny curve of her waist, was straight out of fucking porn.
“You have no fucking idea,” I managed before I gave my first thrust. It wasn’t very hard, but the motion made Yasha gasp and squirm against me again. Her tail tightened around my waist at the same time.
I steadied her hips with one hand and grabbed the base of her tail with the other. As soon as I touched the sensitive place, she let out another high, keening little sound and arched her back. The sudden movement made my entire body ache with lust, and I couldn’t help myself from thrusting into her tight pussy even harder than before.
“Unhhhhggggggg,” Yasha groaned and dropped her head down onto the pile of clothing. Her entire body went limp with pleasure, and her legs widened even further for me. I felt like I was fucking straight into her throat as I picked up the pace to hear her make that sound again.
It took a few thrusts, but within seconds, I was hammering into her from behind as I stroked her fluffy, reddish-gold tail in time with my hips.
Yasha was a blubbering mess as she bounced herself back on my cock. Her sharp nails dug into the bed, and she arched even further than I thought was fucking possible.
Her pussy was so tight that I felt like I was losing my mind.
“You like that?” I asked as she gave another little shuddering yelp. I was sure my neighbors would hear every single sound she made, but I was having a hard time caring as I watched her bounce on my cock like that.
“Yessssssss,” she gasped. “Yes, Wes. You feel unlike anything else. It is so thick and feels so good. I want to feel your seed inside me again. Can I feel your seed inside me again?”
“Goddamn,” I grunted. “Fuck yeah you can.”
I could tell from the way her pussy was spasming around me that she was close, but I wasn’t about to let up until she was cumming all over my dick.
I held tightly onto her hip and shifted angles ever so slightly so I was fucking down into her even further than before. I felt impossibly deep inside of her, and the new angle was enough to make her actually let out a scream of pleasure.
My mind went entirely blank as the two of us both exploded with orgasms together. My seed poured out from my cock into her eager, waiting womb, but I didn’t let up as I kept thrusting into her with all that I had.
Her pussy continued to tighten around me as she devolved into nothing more than a series of sharp cries and gasps of pleasure as I forced her through her orgasm. She only had a moment of rest before her body started to twitch with a second release as I sprayed inside of her again and again.
Yasha rocked back against me and milked my cock of all it had to give, and finally, when I had cum all that my body could physically manage, I slowly started to pull out of her.
She let out another whimper, like she didn’t want me to leave the warm, tight grip of her pussy. I nearly didn’t. Honestly, I could have just died there and been a happy man for however much time I had left on earth. But that wasn’t exactly the most conducive way to spend the rest of my life.
When I finally managed to pull myself free of her, I was enraptured with the sight of my cum leaking from her slick, warm pussy and spilling onto the tops of her well-toned thighs.
“Fuck me,” I murmured before bending down to kiss Yasha’s shoulder.
She didn’t seem as if she was capable of moving, at least not yet, and didn’t shift positions from where she had collapsed on the pile of clothes on the bed.
“Yasha,” I chuckled. “I know you can handle more than that.”
“I do not think I can.” Her voice was muffled by the layers of skirts her face was buried in. “I think that your penis has ended my life.”
I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing. Slowly, Yasha rolled over and looked up at me with a dazed, pleased expression on her face. Her golden tanned skin was flushed and glowing, and if anything, the layer of sweat that coated her skin made her sexier than ever.
“Come on,” I said. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
I looked around the room amidst the chaos she had created in the hopes that I could find something to clean up our mess. I eventually settled on a towel that hadn’t quite made it into the hamper, and I used that to gently wipe our cum from her thighs.
She gave another pleased sigh at the touch, and her eyelids fluttered shut.
“Don’t go to sleep on me now,” I said. “We’ve got plans today. Don’t you still want to go out and get some breakfast?”
At that, Yasha’s eyes opened, like she had magically gained a second wind. It was hard not to be amused by the about-face.
“Yes,” she said and slowly started the process of peeling herself up from where she had collapsed onto the bed. “I shall get dressed. You can go fetch Iris, and then we can go get breakfast.”
I looked down at my very naked body and raised an eyebrow. “I think I should also get dressed before we go.”
Yasha frowned. “I see nothing wrong with going out as you are now. Your manhood is very impressive, and I think that the other men of Earth would be very pleased to see that someone of their species is so well-endowed.”
I nearly choked.
“Uh, men don’t really work like that here,” I managed. “But thank you. I am going to put on pants, though.”
Yasha’s frown deepened. “If you insist, Wes. But I still think you should go out as you are now. It is a very good look.”
“Good to know,” I mumbled, and couldn’t help but be flattered. Sure, she might have just suggested I walk around everywhere naked, but to be fair, I thought she should do the same thing. At least while we were home.
I didn’t take long to find a clean pair of jeans, devoid of any weird marks and holes from the many dungeons I had been through, as well as clean underwear and a plain black t-shirt. I quickly tugged the outfit on, slipped on a pair of socks, and then finger-combed through my hair in the mirror on the back of the door.
I didn’t look as good as Yasha or Iris, but I thought I was more than acceptable looking with my sandy-blond hair and blue eyes.
I heard the sound of the shower turning off, which meant despite the impromptu fuck session, we had still managed to time things properly so we didn’t leave Iris waiting.
After a moment of hesitation, I grabbed my leather jacket from where I had tossed it onto the ground the night before, and I grabbed the crystal from my dresser as well. I wanted to get a safe for it so I felt comfortable leaving it in the apartment when we were gone, but for now, it came with me everywhere in the pocket of my jacket.
I gave my jacket a quick once-over to make sure it wasn’t too damaged from the fight the night before, and despite a few holes and poison-induced singe marks, it still looked wearable.
I pulled it on and left Yasha to her business of finding something to wear. When I emerged into the living room, I saw that Iris had already finished getting dressed and was perched on the edge of the couch, the book she had been reading earlier back in her hands again.
Today, she was wearing another pair of flare leg jeans and a red halter top that stood out in sharp, lovely contrast against her skin. It left the majority of her back on display, and I took a moment to study it while she was busy reading her book.
I hadn’t noticed before that a few dark freckles dotted her back like constellations, and I was overwhelmed with the urge to trace them with my fingers.
But before I could do something stupid, like trying to actually touch her, Iris looked up. Her dark blue eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner that made them seem even larger than they already were. It gave her a doe-like appearance that was alluring and enchanting.
It was no wonder that she’d caught the attention of rockstars. There was something strangely otherworldly about her, and I felt like I was sort of an expert on otherworldly women, considering Yasha and all that.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked her.
She put her book back down again, and this time I was able to see that she was reading an old copy of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I hadn’t even realized I owned one, but it wasn’t surprising. I owned so many books that it was hard to remember what I did have and what I didn’t.
“I just have to put my shoes on,” she said.
“Have you read Little Women before?” I asked to make conversation as the two of us both moved to grab our respective shoes.
While I wore a pair of combat boots, Iris settled for a pair of Converse. It caused the hem of her pants to drag ever so slightly, but there was something endearing about it. I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to wear something with a higher heel considering I’d told her we’d be walking around today.
“Yeah,” she said as she slipped one foot into a Converse and deftly tied the laces. “It was one of my favorites for a while. It feels nice to know that it’s the same.”
“Like what you were saying earlier,” I said.
“Exactly,” she agreed. “Shit is different, but Jo March isn’t.”
“My sister loved that book,” I said and adjusted my own shoelaces. “I never could get into it much, but I’ve watched the movie. Well, one of the movies, at least. We saw the newest one when it came out a few years ago.”
Iris’ eyes widened. “There is a movie of the book? More than one?”
“Yeah, I think there might be three versions, maybe? I also think there might be a television show version, we’ll have to track them down and watch them together,” I suggested tentatively.
Iris paused and studied me for a few long seconds before nodding. “I would like that a lot.”
Before we could continue our discussion about a movie date, Yasha emerged from the bedroom. She had chosen another long skirt to hide her tail, and this time it was in a purple paisley pattern. She wore a t-shirt on top that bore a little graphic design of a fox, and I had to fight a laugh at the sight. It was tiny enough to be a shirt from the kids’ department, and it showed off her toned midriff in a tantalizing display. She wore her usual beanie on top of her long, reddish-gold hair.
