Tang x Alratha

Tang pushes down the handle of his door. The meticulously clean metal glints softly in the flickering light of the enchanted torches that lit the corridors of the tower. Even during daytime not a hint of sunlight reaches this corner inside the network of pathways and rooms the extended from the tower and into the crater walls housing numerous people, most of them there for the sole reason of keeping these rooms clean until an actual usage was found for them. Tang was sure his Lord already had something planned, but as he pulls the door open his thoughts lie elsewhere.

He is greeted by a longing, loud moan. In front of his bed, one of two pieces of furniture in the sparely decorated room (the other one being a closet), writhes a female body. Alratha hasn’t lid the torches in the room, so the only light in the room is the light from outside the small room. Her green dress contrast stark against the brown bedframe she leans against. Eyes downcast, barely open, one hand massaging her big breasts, the other rubbing lower, through the cloth against her pussy. Her chest rises and falls slowly as each breath pushes out another longing moan, the sound of somebody who has been edging for minutes, maybe even hours. Yet the assassin doesn’t give herself the release her body so desperately craves as she likes her sultry lips. The smile on her face becomes wider as she raises her eyes.

“Finally.” She whispers, her voice shaking from the pleasure. Suddenly her hands pick up the pace, her moans become sharper as she pinches her left nipple. Her neck tilting backwards, pushing against the wood as she works herself in a frenzy. Rubbing against her clit, hips bucking upwards, high-pitched, short moans slowly rising into longer, shouting sounds. Then the climax, a scream, echoing through the corridors, the already wet dress becoming soaked in the assassins juices.

Tang closes the door behind him to hinder further noises escaping into the halls. The windowless room falls into complete darkness. He reaches for a magical light that Ulal has gifted him. His hand is stopped in the motion by an iron grip. Unable to see he can only feel how he is pulled, thrown, pushed, finally landing in his own bed. The frame creaks as he lands on the hard mattress, a tearing sound come from elsewhere.

He is lying on his back, aware only of the bed underneath and Alratha above him. She lies on him, soft breasts pushing against his chest, her heat radiating against his body, filling him even through the layer of clothes between them. Her mouth is right next to his left ear, breathing as calmly as possible, small snickers interrupting the flow. Strands of Alratha’s long wavy hair tickle against his cheek. She permeates a multitude of smells, with his vision gone they fill Tang all the more. There is the smell of hot sweat, a promise of lust and satisfaction. Iron, a smell of danger and daggers. Peppermint, faint but oddly enough present.

Filled with her warmth and smell, her breaths at his ear and the recent show in mind Tang’s blood pumps into his penis. “I take it you like what I am doing.” Alratha whispers and slightly grinds her own crotch upwards, “See, I have been touching myself ever since you refused to fuck me right there in the streets. I pushed myself to the edge over and over again, never crossing it just so I could show you my ecstasy the moment you entered.”

Alratha shifts a bit, her head being now directly above Tang’s. Despite the lack of light her amber eyes are clearly visible. They are filled with lust, madness and depravity. Her hips grind back and forth. “Clearly it was worth it.” She muses. “Yes.” Tang agrees and finally gets hold of the of the light.

A soft glow emanates from his hand as it activates. The light gently pushes back the darkness in the room and reveals Alratha’s naked form. She is grinning, like always, and straightens her back so that Tang can take in the entirety of the view.

Her hands guide his eyes as they slide over the side of her body. Starting at the top she glides over her breasts, freed from the tightness of the dress, which lies in tatters on the ground, the hang slightly downwards, the pink nipples erect. Further she presents herself, her curves slimming as her hands touch her athletic stomach, the light painting erotic shadows on her white skin. The journey ends when she passes her wide hips and stops on her legs. Thigs parted she sits on his crotch and slowly rotates, her wet pussy with the trimmed, short hair leaking continuously.

“Such a bad body you are.” Alratha pours. “Who said you could peak?” Tang opens his mouth to apologize but Alratha has already sealed his mouth with her own before a single syllable leaves him. Their tongues dance, Tang is a bit awkward at the start, his lack of experience and slight confusion apparent. However the assassins eagerness to teach is only overcome by her thirst. As they make out Alratha rips the soldiers uniform open. Teared cloth reveals a smooth, muscular chest.

“I see Ulal holds you to his standards. I like it.” Alratha bites her lower lip as she makes sure Tang’s pants also stop being in the way. Almost whiningly Alratha sighs as she pussy lips finally touch the heat of her chosen man’s cock directly. “I wonder how I should punish you…” She pours as she coats Tang’s rod in their combined juices. Although he stoically stays silent a small strain shows on the soldier’s face. It has been long since he had laid with a woman, and none of them before had been such a beautiful rose. Although this particular rose was made from poisonous thorns.

“….Nah, fuck this. I just want you inside me.” Alratha giggled and a moment later Tang’s hard rod effortlessly glides into her. She is tight. Tighter than any woman of her sexual appetite has a right to be. Drenched from masturbating and the orgasm she gave herself she pulls upwards. A slick sound as Alratha pulls as far up as she can, until barely the head remains inside her and the she plunges down.

They both groan in unison as they hip meet with a smack. Tang can’t hold back. Alratha pulls back up when he suddenly cums. His whole body tenses up and a giant load spurts from his cock, filling Alratha, who is surprised by the sudden heat flooding her and plunges back down to make sure it fills her as deeply as possible.

“Now that is a problem.” She says in a disappointed tone as she keeps sitting on him, her smile having gone sour. “Tang, dear, you can’t just come so fast. Unlike a certain alchemist, I don’t get off on it.” She closes her eyes and moans. “Saeletra forgive me, it does feel rather nice though.” Every word is a gram of salt into Tang’s wound, he is half expecting Alratha to just pack up and leave.

She rotates her hips instead. “Mhm, you haven’t gone soft on me though…got a lot backed up, huh?” Alratha continues to blabber on. The friction against his post-orgasmic cock sends jolts of overdriven pleasure through the soldier’s system. “Then I will dry you up. Every. Last. Drop.” Alratha’s lips curve upwards again as she moans. “Big guy, you are in for one hell of a night.”

She throws aside all matters of caution. When her initial movements have been hard and sudden and her current were slow and careful she now changes to straight out riding Tang like he is a wild bull. Each rotation of her hips, each impalement on his cock, each moan that passes her lips, each line her fingers dig into his chest has the single purpose of bringing them both the greatest ecstasy Alratha can conjure.

Her amber eyes glaze over as she lets her body take control of its own desires, her mind shutting down as she pursues only the furthering of their goal. Tang’s own mind is blank under the assault on his nerves. The increased sensitivity is fading but in its place steps the thread of yet another orgasm. As Alratha screams and her pussy clamps down hard in her own release Tang comes a second time. Again Alratha takes it as deep as she can, panting heavily in the aftermath.

A slight pause to breath, then Alratha starts moving again. “You can still go on.” She decides in a purring voice. “Because I sure as hell can.” Tang only weakly nods as the circle begins anew. Alratha slumps forward and they kiss again. A short kiss, to justify a few moments of slow movements before Alratha goes back to animalistic, frenzied motions.

Up and down she jumps, her large breasts jiggling each time their hips clash together. Screams of pleasure mix with it, a constant wet gliding in the background as the fucking continues. Tang had expected that the time between his orgasms would increase but Alratha whips herself in such a frenzy, her motions growing more primitive and single minded in their pursuit with each passing moment. There is no time to recover, there is no way to resist, they are locked in this state of ecstasy until one of them collapses from exhaustion.

As Tang feels his third orgasm rising he knows who it will be. Alratha must know instinctively as well, “Give me everything you have left!” She screams in lust. His balls tighten as the last bit of seed pump through them and up the shaft. Alratha feels the pulsation, the cock inside her straining for a last time as the load splatters into her as impales herself and triggers her own orgasm.

They are puppets, all strings pulled to the maximum distance, bodies freezing in a pose of complete tension as orgasms wreck them. Alratha screams without a single tone, her body having sung all the melodies of lust for today now only waiting. The strings are cut and they collapse.