A Bargain, Made [M/F]

Your hand slides down, and you squeeze. Her round, muscular ass more than fills your hand, and you grind her waist against your bulge.

You whisper back to her, “Is this what you want, little tree-slut? Is this your price?”

Her voice is still a whisper, but rapidly filling with need. “Yes, sir. Give me that, and I’ll help you find your little Heroes to play with.”

Your other hand finds its way to your belt. It, your pants, and your sword soon find their way to the ground. “Is that so? And what do you want me to do with it?”

She pulls away, leaning back into the branches of her tree. Her hands trail down your chest, opening the front of your gambeson, which soon joins your pants on the ground. She starts stroking your cock, as you discard your shirt. She pulls gently on you, and you inch forward between her spread legs.

“What I want,” she whispers, with your tip at her entrance, “is for you to fuck me.”

You push forward, gently. As you whisper your response in her ear, the head of your cock slips inside her.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “I need it so bad. It’s always so bad after an update”

“That’s because you’re a slut.” Slowly, you push deeper inside her, and reach one hand up to cup a breast. “All you nymphs are sluts down to the core.”

“No,” she moans, “you’re the slut.”

You laugh. “Am I?”

She lifts her feet from the ground, and falls backward into the branches of her tree. They hold her up, so as you fall forward you hilt inside her, your face is buried in her breasts, and you meet her moan with one of your own.

“You, mmm, you’re selling your body, selling your cock, and you’re enjoying it.” You look up to see a playful gleam in her eyes. “You’re a whore, Squire. A whore and a slut.”

You start to respond, but—groaning lightly—you realize she isn't exactly wrong. Your head falls back into her chest as you laugh, and her giggles join you. It's been a while since you've laughed this much. Looking back up at her, you see she has a smug grin painted across her face.

Is that how it’s going to be? Well, if that's how she feels, it's only fair that you have some fun with her, too. You grin wickedly at her, and ever so slowly, you pull back. Your absence inside her makes her groan.

“But I’ve got to,” you say, “if I’m going to fuck you, I need to pull out, so I can…” You push back in, moving even slower.

She groans more. “You said you’d fuck me.”

“I am,” you say simply. You’re just about hilted, and begin pulling out again, no faster than before.

“Noooo,” she gasps, “you need to move faster.”

You want to. You want to desperately. But this has become a matter of pride. “Then admit it. Admit you’re a slutty nymph.”

“Squire, please!”

You slow to a crawl, just your head inside her. “Say it.”

“Fine.” She pouts at you, and her voice is dripping with her need. “I’m a slut.”

You fall upon her again, and in a moment you’re hilted. “Was that so hard?”

But she can only moan, her legs wrapping around you fully.

Pulling back again, you settle into a rhythm, with a hand on her hip and a hand on her breast. She starts thrusting forward to meet you.

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yeeeeeeees,” she hisses out. “Do you– ooooooh, like it? Do you li– aaaaah, like my tree-slut pussy?”

Your cock twitches inside her, and you pick up your pace. “You know I do.”

She likes that. You can tell, because she can’t talk anymore, not really. She can only gasp and moan and writhe and oh yes fuck please more fuck. You can feel your climax stirring. There’s a wild look in her eyes, now, and she’s clenching down. She throws her head back and wails yes fuck like that yes yes fuck. She’s gripping you so tight you can’t pull out now, so you push in as deep as you can, and you let go. It’s been so long, and it hits you like lightning. You can’t feel much more besides her body beneath you and her pussy around you, but you think you make out a yes fuck every drop.

In truth, it’s only a few moments before you’ve both fallen to the ground, tangled up in each other and panting.