The first worshipper

Getting dragged into the bedroom by a woman was a new experience for John. Not one he was unprepared for, his porn consumption had shown him a range of ways that exact scenario could play out, but it was one thing to watch two people doing a thing on camera and quite another to have his curvy girlfriend start working at his clothes the instant the door shut behind them.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Matilda whispered breathily into his ear, pushing him against the cool surface of the door as she kissed him, a hand snaking into his trousers before she pulled back and tugged them down, dropping to her haunches as she did so.

John stared down open mouthed at his girlfriend. He’d been hoping something would happen given the flirtatious texts and their mutual longing over the previous few days, but this was something else. As a result, he was only just about able to make incoherent noises as the brunette freed his cock from his boxers and wrapped her hand around it.

“You know,” Matilda said, stroking his length slowly, “I’m technically the first worshipper you’ve gotten in this temple. I should probably do some form of worship to show I’m serious, right?” As she spoke, she leaned forward, winking up at him before dragging her tongue up his shaft and making John gasp at the unexpected sensation.

The door behind him was doing sterling work in keeping John upright as Matilda worked her way up to the head of his cock. As the brunette’s lips closed over it, he sagged, eyes shutting in a lusty haze as the warmth of her mouth surrounded him.

Matilda moved slowly, her lips descending down his cock at a torturous pace before reversing, sliding back up equally glacially as he whimpered at the feeling of her warmth. Popping off, she stroked him gently with her hand before moving back down to lick upwards once again. As she did so, she let go of his shaft, fumbling with her own clothes and backing off just long enough to tug her t-shirt over her head before diving forward and taking him back into her mouth once more.

Her arms reached behind her as she dove deeper on his shaft than she had before, pausing only a moment while she unfastened her bra before pulling back to take a breath. Glancing up at him, she grinned. “Shall we move to the bed?”

John nodded dazedly, half stumbling as he started to move before realising his trousers and boxers were trapping his ankles, the clothes still held in place by his shoes. Kicking the entire ensemble off in a most undignified manner, he finished stripping and made it to the bed just in time to watch Matilda shimmy out of her panties and jeans in one fluid motion. “Right, just lie back and let me work, okay, John? I’m not nearly done with my ‘worship’…”

Doing as he was told, John flopped back onto the bed. It was soft - something he’d not had a chance to properly check before, although all thoughts of softness vanished when a thigh swung over his face. “I can take more of you at this angle,” Matilda said by way of explanation for the sudden presence of her cunt inches from his face as she stretched above him, crudely tying her hair behind her head - although to John her words sounded muffled by the soft flesh either side of his head.

Reaching his tongue up experimentally, John ran it through Matilda’s folds right as she leaned forward to take him back into her mouth. The feeling of her moaning around his cock very nearly tipped him over the edge right then and there - but he desperately fought to hold back, not wanting to disappoint her or have her stop so soon.

The sweetness of her cunt on his tongue, the scent of her arousal - John’s world narrowed to heat and wetness as Matilda pushed forward, humming gently as she took him deep before rocking back slowly and grinding her sex down onto him. Each time she did so he learned a little more about what made her moan, what made those thighs gripping his head twitch in delight… Despite the fact that she was worshipping him, his focus was on figuring out everything he could do to make his girlfriend gasp.

Eventually, it all became too much for both of them, although it was Matilda who lost control first. The brunette pushed back against him, a muffled cry of “Ooh god, John!” around his cock sending a shiver up his spine as his mouth was flooded with her taste. Then, as if to return the favour, she rocked forward, swallowing hard as she did so. John’s eyes flew open in the space between her legs as he felt her take him into her throat.

“F…fuck!” he managed to pant before she pulled back, inhaled sharply through her nose and forced herself forward again, this time taking him completely into her mouth. The heat, the tightness, her eagerness in deep-throating him - it was far, far beyond what he’d have ever expected out of their second time having sex. With the taste of her orgasm still on his lips, he half-groaned, half-whimpered as his cock pulsed.

The instant she felt him start to cum, Matilda pulled back, swallowing hard as his load filled her mouth. For a brief time, their world narrowed to just his shaft pulsing and her swallowing, then as he finished she slowly pulled back, swinging a shaky leg over his head before flopping down next to him. Licking her lips, the brunette grinned. “I hope that was suitable worship, reverend. Actually, should I call you reverend, or what?”

John’s legs were trembling in the aftermath of his release, so strong had it been, and it took him a moment or two to process her words. As soon as he managed, he chuckled. “Just John is fine for you, I think. Dunno what the other worshippers are gonna call me, but I presume their worship is going to be a bit more traditional than that.”

Matilda let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into his side. “Yea, right. You’ve got a harem-building quest, remember? I thoroughly expect at least a few of your worshippers to be joining me in kneeling in a most un-traditional manner.”

The pair lay in a post-orgasmic haze for some time before Matilda’s fingertips started to drift up John’s bare chest once more. “You know… we’ve got time still before either of us needs to head home… and I was hoping for more than a mouthful, delicious as it was…”

John didn’t need much more prompting than that. Propping himself up on one arm, he leaned in to kiss Matilda, whose eyes briefly went very wide before she leaned in to the kiss. As they broke it, she lounged back, legs slowly parting. “Most guys I’ve dated would have asked me to rinse my mouth after I swallowed before kissing me,” she murmured as John moved between her inviting thighs.

“I’m not most guys,” he mumbled vaguely, more focused on lining up correctly before letting out a low hum of pleasure as he sank into her soaking wet heat. “As we’ve already established. The way I see it, I’m more likely to get you to do that again if I’m not weird about it afterwards.”

Matilda looked up at him and giggled. “John, you know I’m frisky as hell. You don’t have to do anything in this relationship beyond just wanting to be with me to get me to suck your dick…” her voice trailed off into a throaty moan as he began to move, his hips setting a gentle rhythm as he drove his length into her. “F…fuck, y…you’re too good to me…” she mumbled, arching her back as he caressed her face.

“Says… ahh! Says the woman that… fuck, that just deep-throated me,” John replied, leaning forward to kiss her again before pressing his forehead to hers as their worlds narrowed to the slow rock of their hips - his forward, hers upward as they both tried their best to remove any space between them.

The pair moved in sync, their bodies becoming one as each tried to increase the pleasure of the other, until the inevitable happened. Matilda’s hands rocketed up from where they’d been clutching the sheets, locking on John’s head and dragging him into a passionate kiss as she shrieked out her orgasm into his mouth. As she did so, the clenching of her cunt walls around him destroyed any hope John had of holding back, his hips slamming forward as he too reached his peak.

In the aftermath, Matilda ran a hand through her folds and inspected it with a wince. “There isn’t a bathroom in this part of the temple, is there?” she asked, sighing when John shook his head. “Bad planning on Gaia’s part. Good job I’ve got some tissues in my jeans pocket - mind grabbing them for me? If I put my clothes back on like this, half of Springfield’s gonna know I got some by the time I get home.”

Swinging shaky legs off the side of the bed, John retrieved Matilda’s clothes, then bent to pick up his own. As he did, he glanced back at her - naked, busty and with her skin still glistening with the sweat of their exertion, and smiled to himself.

Seeing John’s grin, Matilda made a show of stretching, pushing her breasts forward in a manner that made him almost drop his shoe on his foot. Grinning at him, she lounged back, doing her best to clean up before dressing. “So, what’s your plan for the rest of the week, John?”

Frowning as he pulled up his boxers, John shrugged. “Don’t know yet. I want to talk to Mal later and spend my Stat points from that last level up… Gotta be careful with them, they might be the only ones I get for a while. A thousand xp is quite a lot.”

Matilda frowned at that. “It’s a lot of quests - or introducing me to eligible bachelorettes, sure. But didn’t you also get xp for hunting monsters? Can’t you do that some more? I’m sure what’s-her-name, that Order girl you were telling me about, she’d be down for another hunt or two if you explain you’re trying to get stronger, right?”