She Cums Like The Slut She Is

Penny

Alice was masterfully giving me head, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I was playing with my breasts while she did so, arching my back with pleasure and flexing my toes. I was so, so close to it. My dragon anklet was constantly chiming with how much my legs were shaking, and I **** my girlfriend to stay down there by locking my knees around her head and holding her there by her hair.

"Just like that! Please, don't stop!" I cried out, on the precipice of orgasm.

Almost there, oh gods I was going to cream all over my girlfriend's face.

My climax hit me like a rampaging centaur, all the pent up frustration from teasing over the last day slamming into my crotch as she made me cum. A strangled, wordless scream tore out of my mouth as I came all over Alice's face. I let go of her hair to grab the soft blanket I was lying on with both hands, bunching it up as I spasmed in the throes of orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my eyes rolling back into my head as she ate me out while I orgasmed, not letting my sore pussy rest. My legs were locked around her head, muscles unresponsive as all I could think about, all I could feel was her tongue inside me. She was still going, the soreness quickly giving way to new pleasure. I went limp as the orgasm faded, the blissful afterglow of sex taking its place. I felt her slowly slither her tongue out of my slit, taking a few more licks at my clit, causing me to twitch. I gasped, utterly out of breath after screaming my lungs out, and felt Alice crawl up my body.

That was amazing...

"You are the most gorgeous woman in the realm." I heard Alice purr, wrapping her arms around my stomach as she lay down next to me. I turned to look at her, and saw the mess I'd made. Her entire face was slick with my juices, and her eyes were shining like stars. I couldn't resist myself and kissed her, tenderly locking my lips around hers as I tasted myself in her mouth. Not as delicious as her pussy, but it was still pretty good. I broke the kiss and started licking her, mopping up the mess I made and replacing it with my saliva as I cleaned her face of most of my cum. She snickered and pulled me closer to herself, heating me up with her warm body as our breasts mashed into each other. Our legs entangled into each other, and I wrapped my arms under hers, holding her shoulders as I pressed myself into her.

"You really are a lioness, aren't you? Licking your girlfriend just like a cat."

"Hmm, maybe because I'm thinking about eating you as a future meal?" I replied, burying my face in her neck and biting her shoulder hard. She let out a sharp gasp and I kissed the bite marks, letting my lips rest on her reddening skin. She smelled amazing, flowery, sweaty, and a little smoky.

"Well, you tasted me, how do I rank?" She asked, and I lifted my head to look at her. I gave her a thoughtful stare, trying to figure out the best way to say it.

“You’d get 10/10 on looks alone. I don’t think the grade goes high enough to show how perfect you are.” I said, before nestling back into her. I turned away so my back was to her, and felt her tug me even closer. Her breath tickled my ears, and heat flowed through me from both her and the fire.

“You’re so sweet, that I’d choose you over pure sugar. Want to let me get another taste of your nectar?..” She whispered into my ear making me shiver with anticipation. She tightened her grip on me, one hand reaching up from my waist to grab my tits, and I ground myself into her crotch. She bit my earlobe, wiggling it around with her teeth while licking it with her tongue, and I let out a little moan. Her other hand snaked down to my puffy, soaking wet sex and she started to finger me again.

"What are you?" She hissed, fingers teasing me as they slowly opened and closed my lips.

"I-I'm your- Aah, I'm your- Oh fuck! Alice!" I stammered out as she pushed her fingers into my folds. She fondled my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples. I let out another moan, my previous train of thought forgotten as she played my body like a fiddle. She had far more experience at this than me, and it showed.

"You're my little slutty lioness, aren't you?" She growled, and started to suck on my neck. She was going to leave bruises, love bites that would require me to wear a scarf for a few days until they faded. My arms wiggled around uselessly, not sure what to do since she was behind me. Should I grope myself? Grab her hands? My body quivered as another orgasm was about to hit me, her fingers pumping in and out of me feeling like bliss.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" She roared, hand leaving my breast to **** me and push my head upward. Her fingering intensified, a breakneck pace spurting my juices out of my pussy with every thrust. I was spasming in her arms, none of my limbs knowing what to do as pleasure built up in me, threatening to explode in my climax. I was moaning shamelessly now, tongue lolling out of my open mouth as I gasped for breath. I could feel the bruises forming on my neck as she moved around, trying to mark as much of me as possible. What was I? What did she want me to say?

"I'm- I'm youuuuuuuuuaaaagg! I'm Aaaahhh!" I screamed, too horny to even talk properly. She slowed down, giving me time to catch my breath as she still kept going, not at the same intensity but still hard enough to tease me without pushing me to orgasm.

"Say I'm your slutty lioness." She whispered in my ears, suddenly stopping everything, and I could feel my body yearning for her ministrations. I felt so cold without her hands on me, in me, making me feel good. All I wanted was for her to keep going.

"Please, keep going!" I pleaded, and she remained motionless. I tried to masturbate myself, but she grabbed my wrists with a vice-like grip.

"No, no, no. You don't get to finish until you say what you are."

I'm a slut. I'm her little slut.

"I'm your little slutty lioness!" I yelled, "And I want to cum!"

"Good girl..." Alice purred, and turned me around to face her. She gripped my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at her, and started to finger me again. I started to grope my tits, kneading one while twisting the nipple of another. Alice had four fingers in my cunt with her thumb playing with my clit, and it was driving me mad with lust. She looked at me with a predatory stare, hungry for me to cum. I felt myself sink into her hazel eyes as she sped up to a breakneck pace, her wrist slamming into my labia every time she buried herself all the way into me, and it felt so- So- Fuuuuck-

"ALICE! AAAAAHH" I screamed in orgasm, spasming in her strong grip as she kept going, showing no mercy for my exhausted body. She held me down, pressing me to the floor as I bucked my hips and sprayed my juices all over her hand. I grabbed her back, scratching it with my nails as I desperately needed to move. My body was filled with orgasmic energy, and I had no outlet to release it. My toes flexed back and forth, and she still kept going. My climax had just ended and I was already heading to the next.

"You like that, you whore? You like creaming all over my hand as I make you scream my name? You're nothing but a fucking slut aren't you?" She roared, and I couldn't even reply. I couldn't defend myself or agree, because my brain had turned to mush, too many pleasure receptors going off to form any coherent thoughts. The only thing running through my mind was how heavenly this felt, and everything else faded away.

"I'M YOUR FUCKING SLUUUUUUTT!!!" I orgasmed again, my pussy walls clamping around her hand. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt all my muscles give up and my body go limp. Darkness started to fade in from the corners of my vision, and I was dimly aware of Alice pulling her hand out of me and calling my name.

It's so warm and fuzzy...

Alice

Oh shit. I made her cum so hard she passed out.

"Penny! Are you okay?!" I shook her, worried about what I did. I never meant for her to pass out! Oh gods, what do I do. She was lying there completely helpless in a cave in a monster-infested forest. If a satyr or something came in, attracted to her screaming, we were both colossally fucked. Her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat and her juices stained her inner thighs and my hands. I absently sucked on my fingers as I thought about what to do. Damn, she tasted good.

Focus you horny bitch. Shit. Shit. Shit. You're a fucking imbecile. It's only her sixth time ever having sex and you go ahead and give her three back-to-back orgasms after a day of edging. What did you think would happen?

I groaned, burying my head in my hands as I mentally beat myself up. I was so stupid. I pushed her too hard and now she was completely out of it in the worst possible place. It would have been fine, hell even a little funny if I fingered her **** in her bedroom. But here? It was downright dangerous. I had to do something, but what? I grabbed her limp body and shook her again, waving her like a ragdoll and she let out a little moan.

The fire crackled and burned behind me, and my magic kept drawing me to it. I wanted so badly to just step into the flames, feel the warmth that everyone said was so good. I shivered, feeling the coldness creep up on me as I thought about it. But I couldn't do it yet. I had to make sure the love of my life was fine. What if she wasn't fine? I felt the cave walls close in on me, panic hitting me as I realized just how alone I was. What if a group of satyrs came in here, easily defeated me and claimed both of us? They were attracted to sexual fluids, and Penny was drenched in it. What if I killed Penny?! I could have killed my girlfriend by making her cum too hard!

Okay, calm down. Penny is fine, and you're still at maximum mana. All you have to do is put her sword near you and look after her. Anything comes in, you have a ready source of fire to burn it to ashes.

"Remember, as long as you have your head, everything will be okay." My mother's voice flowed through my mind, calming me and making the anxiety retreat. I sighed, flexing my impressive shoulder and back muscles, and walked over to Penny's sword. I grabbed it and our clothes and brought them over to where she was sleeping. Walking over to the firewood pile, I grabbed a few logs and tossed half into the fire before setting the other half down nearby. As long as the fire blazed, my magic capabilities would be enhanced, since I didn't have to make my own flames.

"Fucking fire magic." I muttered, bitterly jealous of all the other elements. Air mages were the strongest, since everywhere they went, there was always air. Water mages were the most lethal, since even an average user could drain the water out of a human body. And near rivers or on oceans, they were unstoppable. Earth mages were basically the same, easily able to crumble skeletons with a thought, or painfully control someone through their bones. All I had were fireballs and light manipulation. And both of those rapidly drained me since I had to create them.

I grabbed a soft mink blanket and settled down next to her, leaning against the wall. After checking her pulse and breathing, I pulled her into my lap. Her breathing had evened out but her heartbeat was still rabbiting. I hugged her to me and buried my face in her hair as I took in her scent. She smelled faintly of her perfume, roses and jasmine, mixed with sweat and her juices. She smelled amazing.

I tenderly wrapped the blanket around us, the soft fur feeling heavenly on my skin. When we got home, I was so going to ask her to get mink blankets for her bed. God knows I slept in her bedroom more than my own. Even without having sex, it just felt so right holding her in my arms as we fell asleep together. The way she looked at me as we entangled our bodies together, the soft touches on my cheeks and arms, the feeling of peace as she nodded off first. Watching her exist in that stage between sleep and awakening was the best, knowing that she felt safe enough in my arms to rest. I loved watching her sleep while exhaustion would take me, her beautiful face being the last thing I'd see when I fell asleep, and the first thing I'd see when I woke up. She'd always wake up first, getting ready for the day as I slumbered. And then she'd wake me with a kiss, giggling as I sleepily tried to fight her off. I would groan and moan around in the mornings, half asleep while trying to fulfill my duties as a handmaiden/bodyguard. But mornings were the best part of my day.

Actually wait, nights were the best. Actually you know what, there isn't a specific time, because just being with her makes every little second the best.

And until now, nothing had ever gone wrong. Sure, assassins had gotten close to her, but they never made it past me. Before today, she never had to actually defend herself, never had to be in a life-or-**** situation. But today, she saw combat, not just once, but three times. She had to fight for her life three times, knowing that if she failed, **** would be a mercy. I knew her well enough that she would never tell me if she was scared, but I saw her flinch at shadows and jump at every noise. And the look of pure terror in her eyes when I surprised her with a hug after the cave battle made my blood run cold.

It wasn't even my fault, but I felt responsible for scarring her mind. I never wanted her to have that expression on her face ever again. I would personally kill everyone that even thought about hurting her if it meant that her sunny smile would never fade.

"I'm so, so, sorry Penny." I whispered, and she let out another little moan and nestled herself into my arms. Gods she was so adorable. I wiggled around, trying to find a spot where a protruding rock didn't poke my back and found a comfortable position. Her body was cold, almost like a giant ice cube in my arms. Another downside to being a fire mage. Being the hottest person in the room, both in terms of temperature and attractiveness meant that everything else was freezing in comparison. I would never feel heat, never feel the midday sunbeams warm me as I lay in a sunlit meadow, never feel the warmth of my girlfriend as we held each other. Penny tried to describe it to me once, calling it the feeling of peace and safety. The feeling I would get when she put my head in her lap and brushed my hair. I would give anything to really feel it, I'd happily throw away my magic if it meant I could be warm for once, instead of this bone-numbing cold. But alas, the only things hotter than me were things that would easily melt my flesh.

I buried my face in her ebony hair and sighed. Whenever I made her cum, it took her at least five minutes to get ready to go again. Now I’d made her climax three times in ten minutes with no break, and it would take forever for her to get her energy back. I hugged her even tighter, squeezing her sexy, ice-cold body against mine as I rubbed my face in her hair. I could feel her nuzzling my chest, her little breaths sending tingles through my body. She stirred and tried to squirm out of my grasp, but I held her tight, unwilling to let her go.

She was mine, and I'd never let her go.

"Baby...?"

Oh, thank the gods! She's awake! We didn't get **** by satyrs!