Ohh, she did but she tried to deny it.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuccckk! T-this dick! This cock! A man's cock can't be this—" Oh, it can. She orgasmed there. She interrupted herself as she whimpered. "S-s-stop interrupting me!"
"You're the one that's—" Slam! "Cumming."
You said it casually. Meanwhile, Yennefer felt like her world was changing. Her pussy was changing. You were claiming her without even trying.
"Fuuuuck~!!! Oh fuuckkk~! I-I can't—I can't handle—you're a fucking sex god!! Nobody's ever fucked me like this!"
Glad to hear it. Glad to hear her turning over a leaf. Changing tunes from denial to acceptance.
"So easily?" you teased.
Her violet eyes flared and she looked over her shoulder. "F-f-fuck you! Fuck you—"
Here was the thing with being bent over and getting fucked doggy-style; the woman was at a disadvantage. Yennefer thought whatever she had up her sleeve, whether it was her experience or her skill, could make her one-up you. Well, no. Not at all.
"I-it's like! It's like my CUNT was made for your dick! It's like—I can't STOP ORGASMIIING! I FUCKING CANNN'T~!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Yennefer gave up. Even if you teased, even if you were cocky, she couldn't deny it.
"Yes! Gods, yes!" she shrieked, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. Her proud composure was shattered, replaced by a raw, primal need to be fucked. "It's so deep! You're…a fucking god! Pound me harder! Don't stop! Fuck me harder!"
You smiled, gathered strength in your core, and wham! Slammed forward! The table scraped across the wooden floor with every powerful lunge of your hips. Her breasts swayed beneath her with the force of your thrusts. You watched, mesmerized, as your cock disappeared over and over into her dripping pussy. The sight, the sounds, the feel of her clenching around you—it was like magic.
You leaned over her, covering her body with yours, and reached around to roughly pinch and twist her nipple. Your mouth found her neck, biting and sucking as you continued to piston in and out of her. "You're my fuck-toy now, Yen. You're going to cum all over this cock, aren't you? You're going to scream for me."
"I'm… I'm going to… Nnnggghhh! YES!" Her words dissolved into an incoherent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on your cock with incredible force, a rhythmic, milking contraction that threatened to pull the cum right out of you. The proud, great Yennefer shook and convulsed around your dick, her juices flooding around your shaft.
Feverishly, her pride rising up, she said, "Nggghh, m-my pussy is HUNGRY for that dick of yours! So don't fucking stop!" She didn't stop there and even managed to grab your chin and pull you into a kiss. "Haaah! Hnngghh!" You could feel her breathing out through her nose and mouth after the kiss. "Fucking hell, I didn't expect this." She smirked. "You better cum inside me, or else I'll crush your balls to paste."
You were already balls-deep. You were already about to cum. All you had to was relax and kiss her again, and jet after hot jet of your seed flung deep into her womb. Spurt, splurt, splurt! You kissed her and cupped her cheek while grinding as you emptied yourself, filling her up, claiming her completely.
The kiss ended and so did your creampie. Your cock, still mostly hard, remained buried inside her, pulses of aftershock making you both twitch. You could feel your cum already starting to leak out around where you were still joined. Drip, drip, drip!
After a long moment, you shifted your weight, finally slipping out of her with a wet, soft schliiick. A torrent of your combined release gushed out of her, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the floor below.
You turned her onto her back. Her violet eyes were hazy, unfocused, a look of utterly debauched satisfaction on her beautiful face. A slow, spent smirk touched her lips.
"Ada Wong," she panted, exhausted, "is going to be… very impatient." Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers dipping into the mess of cum leaking from her well-used pussy. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips and sucked them clean with a contented, filthy slurp.
"Let her wait," you said, your own cock already stirring again at the sight. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Her hand, the one that had just been in her mouth, snaked down between your bodies. She went for your balls, stroking it gently as if asking for another load. "But we're changing the venue. I want you deeper. I want to feel every fucking inch of you in a place no one else has ever been."
Your breath hitched. Fuck.
"I demand you to fuck my ass," Yennefer said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I felt that monster of yours tear my cunt apart. I want to know what it feels like to be split open somewhere even tighter. Now. Take me from behind again. Fucking claim it."
The raw need in her command, the sheer audacity of it, sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to your groin. You were rock hard in an instant, a throbbing, aching pillar of flesh ready for another conquest. Pre-cum fell in a plip-plop onto the floor. You grabbed her hips, bending her over, and were greeted with her perfect, round ass glistening with sweat and your previous release, her pink, swollen pussy lips still drooling your cum, and above that, that tiny, clenched rosebud she was offering you.
You spit into your palm, a crude, wet ptoo, and slicked your length with a few rough strokes. You used what was left to circle her tightest hole, pressing against the resistance. Yennefer gasped, her back arching, pushing her ass back into your touch.
"Do it," Yennefer hissed. "Fuck my ass!"
The broad, slick tip pressed insistently against the impossibly tight ring of muscle. You leaned over her, your chest to her back, your mouth at her ear. "You really are a greedy witch."
"I know," she moaned, and the words were a prayer.
You pushed.
The resistance was immense, a hot, clenching vice threatening to defy you. You felt her whole body tense, a strangled gasp caught in her throat. You held still for a moment, letting her adjust to the brutal stretch, then you pushed again, putting your weight into it. There was a soft, wet, internal pop as her anus finally yielded, and the crown of your cock disappeared inside her, engulfed by unbelievable, scalding heat.
Then the first thrust. CLAP—!
"Oh fuck—!"
The second.
"I KNEW IT—!"
CLAP—!
"Fuck! FUCK!" Yennefer screamed, her nails digging into the wood of the table, scratching long grooves. "Nobody has never— Gods, it's so—!"
You didn't stop. You couldn't. You drove forward, a slow, inexorable invasion, sinking your entire monstrous length into the depths of her ass. The squelch was filthy, a wet, meaty penetration. You buried yourself to the hilt, your balls slapping against her soaked pussy lips with a wet smack. She was so tight it was almost painful, her anus tightening around you in a frantic, shocked rhythm.
Now this, this was tighter!
You stayed there, buried deep, letting her get used to the overwhelming fullness. "You okay?" you grunted, your own control fraying at the edges from the incredible pressure.
A ragged, euphoric laugh was her answer. "I'm… perfect. Now move, you bastard. Fuck my ass like you mean it. Ruin me."
You didn't need to be told twice. You pulled back, a long, slow drag that made her whimper, the clench of her asshole trying desperately to keep you inside. Then you slammed back in. Thwack!
That was the rhythm you set. A brutal, piston-like fucking that shook the entire table. Pure speed. Pure passion. Pure fucking. Each thrust was a wet, punishing slap of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the lewd, squelching noises of your cock ploughing her tight channel. Squish
"Fuck! This cockkk!" She threw her head back, grinning. "This is the only cock that gets me this damn hot! It's only cock that makes me cummm~!!"
You gripped her hips hard, your fingers sure to leave bruises on her pale skin, using her body for your own pleasure. Yennefer was a woman of magic, she'd be fine.
"Yes!" she shrieked, her voice breaking on the word. "Right there! Gods, your fucking cock is splitting me in two!"
That was your cock stretching her asshole wide open. Yennefer of Vengerberg was taking every fucking inch of it. Her tight little hole was yours.
"It's yours!" she sobbed, a mess of pleasure. "It's all yours! Fuck! Don't stop!"
You continued to pound into her ass. Schlick-schlick-schlick. Her pussy was dripping. She orgasmed again and again. Her screams reached a fever pitch, a continuous, mindless keen of ecstasy. Her ass clenched around you like a fist, milking your cock, pulling you deeper, demanding your release.
"I'm gonna cum," you snarled, your own orgasm roaring up your testicles. You were going to flood her perfect ass. Pump her so full of your seed, it would be dripping out of her for days.
"Do it!" Yennefer screamed. "Fill me! Claim your fucking prize!"
With a final, animalistic roar, you slammed into her one last time and erupted. Your cock pulsed violently inside her, jet after jet of hot cum shooting deep into her bowels. The feeling was astronomical, the intense tightness drawing out every last drop. You felt her orgasm crash over her at the same moment and she convulsed underneath you, her asshole rhythmically clenching and milking your spurting cock for all it was worth. A fresh gush of her own release sprayed from her pussy onto the table below with a soft splatter.
Both of you were gasping for air, slick with sweat. You were still inside her, softening now, a thick plug.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
You started fucking her again. Why stop now after all?
Your hands gripped the pale, perfect hemispheres of her ass, kneading the flesh as you drove into her. It was a work of art, a masterpiece of anatomy that put every other woman you'd known to shame. Each cheek was a plump, round peach, fuller and more succulent than any fruit, with a flawless, creamy texture that begged to be bitten. It was the kind of ass that could start a war, a monument to carnal desire that completely overshadowed the more common obsession with breasts. When you spanked it, the sound was a sharp, satisfying crack, and the resulting jiggle was a hypnotic dance that made your cock throb deep inside her.
You fucked her with a steady, punishing rhythm, your hips meeting her flesh with wet, echoing slaps. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! Yennefer's proud moans had devolved into a continuous, broken stream of pleasure. "F-fuck! Your cock… it's… nngh… it's rearranging my insides!" Her forehead was pressed against the polished wood of the table, her raven hair a tangled mess around her. She was losing herself, her composure, her control—everything was being hammered away by the relentless piston of your hips.
You could feel it, the shift in her power. The great Yennefer of Vengerberg, a century old and wielder of immense magical power, was being reduced to a quivering, begging mess on a tavern table. And she hated that she loved it. That was the moment her eyes snapped open, a flash of violet fury and desperate strategy cutting through the haze of her pleasure.
"I-I won't LOSE~!!!"
With a guttural incantation that seemed to warp the very air, a shockwave of pure chaos energy erupted from her body.
In the blink of an eye, the world inverted. You were now sitting upright on the table's edge, legs dangling, your cock standing straight up, glistening and wet with her essence.
Yennefer stood before you, her chest heaving, her skin flushed. A trickle of your cum leaked from her well-used ass down her thigh. Her violet eyes burned with a new, terrifying intensity. The submissive wanton was gone, replaced by the formidable sorceress you had first challenged.
"You have quite the talent for reducing a woman to her most primal state." Yennefer closed the distance between you in two elegant strides. "A talent that deserves… proper appreciation."
Before you could even process a response, her hand wrapped around the base of your shaft. Her touch was no longer just cool; it was charged, the faintest buzz of magical energy making your nerves sing. She didn't stroke you. She claimed you.
Then her mouth was on you.
It wasn't a gentle, exploratory suck. It was an assault. Her full, soft lips formed a perfect, airtight seal around your crown, and she swallowed you down to the root in one smooth, shocking motion. Your head slammed back, a choked groan tearing from your throat. In the name of all that was divine, her throat—it was like plunging into slick, vibrating velvet. There was no gag, no struggle. She took your entire length with an ease that was supernatural, her nose buried in your pelvis.
Yennefer held you there, deep in her throat, for a long, torturous moment, and you felt it—a gentle, rhythmic, magical pulsation around your cock, a mimicry of a vagina's clutch but a thousand times more precise and intense. It was a vibration that went straight to your core, threatening to shatter your sanity.
When the sorceress pulled back, it was with a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue along your sensitive underside. Her violet eyes were locked on yours, watching every twitch of your face, every involuntary shudder of your body. She was studying you, learning what made you break, and she accompanied it all with a smirk.
Her technique was devastating. She'd bob her head in a fast, dizzying rhythm, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, and then she'd suddenly still, swirling her tongue around your tip, lapping up the pre-cum that poured from you. She'd hum, and the vibration would shoot through you like lightning. She was a sorceress, and this was her finest spell—a complete and total dismantling of your control.
"You taste of me," Yennefer murmured, kissing the tip and then your balls. "Mwah, mwah, mwah!" Tip, left testicle, right testicle. "My essence, my surrender… and now, you will taste of your own." Her lips curled into a smirk you felt her smooch your nutsack with a finality. "Let's see how long the mighty conqueror can last."
She deep-throated you again, and the combination of her skilled tongue, the sinful sight of her pale throat stretched around your girth, and the hum of her magic was too much. Your balls tightened, a familiar, unstoppable heat coiling at the base of your spine.
"Yennefer…! I'm going to—" you grunted, your fingers tangling in her black hair.
Yennefer didn't pull off. She looked up at you, her eyes blazing with triumph, and redoubled her efforts, taking you even deeper, her magical pulsations increasing in frequency until they were a frantic, milking vibration.
You came with a loud grunt that bordered on a moan. Rope upon ropes flung out of your dick with an almost violent force. Jet after hot jet of cum erupted down her throat. She swallowed effortlessly, greedily, her throat working around you to milk out every last drop. A soft, contented mmm vibrated through your oversensitive cock, prolonging the bliss into near-painful ecstasy.
When you were utterly spent, she finally released you with a soft, wet pop. She sat back on her heels, a single, pearly drop of your release on her smirking lip. She wiped it away with a delicate finger and sucked it clean.
"So," Yennefer whispered huskily. "The mighty stallion is not so endless after all."
Your cock lurched to life. Yeah, right. This wasn't close to your limit.
"Ha. Not bad. A temporary condition, I assure you," Yennefer said, her hand stroking your thigh. "My healing magic is weak, a petty trifle… but it is more than enough to soothe a little fatigue, to knit soreness away." A faint, violet glow emanated from her fingertips where they touched her own leg. You could tell a rejuvenating energy coursed through Yennefer.
"My turn to make you forget your name. The night is long, and I have only just begun to play. I intend to see how many times I can break you before the sun rises."
Indeed, the night was long. Hours blurred into a carnal haze. As soon as you recovered, her hands were on you again, her mouth demanding. You took her on the floor, against the bar, bent over a stool. You fucked her ass again, and then her pussy, and then her mouth, each time pouring another massive, draining load into her until your balls ached with emptiness and her throat was hoarse from screaming.
The first hints of dawn painted the tavern windows in streaks of pale pink and orange when you finally, truly, had nothing left to give.
You were slumped over the main table, Yennefer beneath you, both of you a sticky, exhausted mess of limbs and drying cum. Your cock, finally soft and spent, slipped from her well-used ass with a final, wet shlorp. A river of your combined releases leaked out after it, pooling on the wood. You were both unconscious before you could take another breath.
The creak of the tavern door opening was a distant, unimportant sound. A white-haired figure stood in the doorway, backlit by the rising sun. A sigh, long-suffering and familiar, cut through the silent, sex-heavy air.
***
"Is that all for me, or is it just happy to see the sunrise?"
The voice, laced with a dry, amused wit, cut through the fog of your sleep. You blinked, the cheap motel ceiling coming into focus. Morning light, harsh and direct, streamed through the blinds. And then you felt it—the familiar, insistent throb of a morning erection, the sheet tented precariously over your hips.
You turned your head. The white-haired woman you foggily remembered entering after you were done with Yennefer was sitting in the rickety chair beside the bed, one boot propped up on her knee. Wild, ashen hair framed a face that was both youthful and hardened by experience. Her green eyes, sharp and intelligent, did a quick, deliberate sweep of your body before snapping back to your face, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"The name's Ciri," the woman said, her voice smoother now, less teasing. "I'm your… well, I suppose I'm your roommate. Tifa's doing. She found you and Yennefer passed out at the Seventh Heaven and had you hauled here."
Memories of the previous night flooded back in a heated rush. Yennefer. The tavern. The way her violet eyes had darkened with desire across the table. The feel of her nails digging into your back as you fucked. The sounds she made. You'd been… thorough.
"Right," you said, your voice rough with sleep. You made no move to cover yourself; in this world, it was hardly remarkable. "I appreciate it. And I'm—"
"—the only man for miles. I know," Ciri finished for you, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Your reputation precedes you. Quite loudly, from what I heard for the last week." She averted her gaze again, this time focusing intently on a crack in the wall. "Sheesh, don't ever think I've seen Yennefer like that."
You smiled. "It was a good night." You sat up, the sheet falling to your waist. "I need to get to Ada Wong. At the Final Resort."
Ciri nodded, her professionalism seemingly snapping back into place. "North of here. A day's walk, if you're decent on your feet." She stood up. "Yennefer could have just portaled you there, you know. Saved you the trip."
"She did portal us. Just not to the resort."
Ciri sighed, a long-suffering sound, but her eyes sparkled. "Of course she did. Well, without her, we walk. Let's go. Daylight's wasting." Her eyes flicked down to your obvious erection and then back to the door. "I'll, uh… I'll meet you outside."
The walk through the bustling Main Street was, as always, an experience. Whistles, winks, and inviting smiles followed your every move. You, completely naked and only half-erect, and Ciri, a fierce and beautiful warrior clad in leathers, made for an odd pair. Because Ciri, and well Yennefer too, the two of them were in proper clothing. Not bikinis or anything. You wondered why.
Soon, you were out of Main Street and heading into a forest. Ciri walked with a confident stride, her hand resting casually on the pommel of the silver sword strapped to her back, a silent warning to any who might think of causing trouble.
"Are the forests dangerous?" you asked.
"Not especially. Assuming you consider hot chicks dangerous."
"So…you're going to fight them off?"
"See what I've got on my back?" Ciri stopped and jerked a thumb towards the elegant weapon. "We'll be fine." Her confidence was a tangible thing.
You managed to catch the carnival and the hotel near it. You were reminded of Tifa and Aerith again. Tifa saw you in Seventh Heaven, it seemed, and helped you out. You didn't quite understand how this world completely but you were getting a feel for it.
The forest trees were emerald green, the kind that seemed too good to be true. Even the spacing, there were large gaps between every tree to make it simple to walk through.
"We're making good time," Ciri said, her voice cutting through the peaceful silence. She seemed entirely at home here, her senses alert, her posture relaxed but ready.
The forest was deep though, and the canopy thick. The dappled sunlight that had initially lit our path began to fade, painting the woods in long, dark shadows. The air grew noticeably colder.
Hours slipped by, marked only by the sinking sun. The golden light began to bleed into deep orange and soft purple. And you were just walking, naked. You…probably should have worn something. You could feel the cold at this time.
Ciri stopped, placing a hand on your arm to halt you. "It's getting darker faster than I calculated. We shouldn't push on in the dark." She pointed to a small, clear area beside a large rock formation. "We'll camp here for the night."
She was a whirlwind of efficiency, gathering dry kindling and building a small, perfect pyre. With a strike of her flint, a fire sparked to life, its orange glow pushing back the encroaching darkness and painting her sharp features in warm, flickering light.
You sat close, the heat of the flames kissing your skin, the chill of the evening seeping away. The crackle of the fire was the only sound for a long while. You could feel the weight of her gaze on your profile.
"Quite a sight, isn't it?" you said quietly, not looking at her, staring into the flames.
"The fire?"
"The stars." You nodded up at the pinpricks of light beginning to pierce the velvet sky above the canopy. "You don't see them like this in the resort."
"No," Ciri agreed, her voice softer now. "You don't." She shifted, turning her body to face you. The firelight danced in her emerald eyes. "It's peaceful."
"It is," you said, finally turning to look at her. "So are there monsters or anything here?"
"Not unless I ask. Which I do from time to time." Ciri shrugged. "The council arranges it for me."
The council…?
"They set up this whole thing," Ciri explained. "For you, for us. It's nice, especially since, well, it's for you."
Right. You.
Ciri's eyes flicked to your cock. She was noticing it stir. Her cheeks reddened. You leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn't. Her eyes fluttered shut just a moment before your lips met hers.
It started soft, a tentative exploration. Her lips were surprisingly yielding, tasting of the crisp night air and something uniquely Ciri. A small, breathy sigh escaped her as you brought a hand up to cup her jaw, your thumb gently stroking her cheek. Her own hand came up, her fingers sliding into your hair, not gripping, just… holding.
The kiss deepened, turning from exploration into something far more hungry. It was the slow, delicious burn of a fuse finally reaching its destination. Her tongue met yours, and a bolt of pure desire shot straight through you. You could feel the lean, powerful muscles of her back under your hands as you pulled her closer. She came willingly, a low, approving hum vibrating in her throat.
The world beyond your small circle of firelight ceased to exist. There was only the smell of woodsmoke and her leathers, the sound of your ragged breaths mingling, and the incredible, building heat where our bodies pressed together. Her hands were roaming now, tracing the lines of your shoulders and your back. The kiss was getting really hot and heavy.
You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. Her eyes were dark green pools of want, her lips swollen from the pressure of yours. You moved to kiss Ciri's neck, and she gasped, her head tilting back to give you better access.
"Good gods, I've heard the stories about you," Ciri whispered, her voice husky and raw. "I knew they'd be true."
You kissed a trail along her jawline back to her mouth. You were glad for that.
Her next act was another searing kiss, fiercer this time, full of a pent-up need that mirrored your own. Her body pressed against you, the hardened leather of her gear a thrilling contrast to the softness of the woman beneath. When she finally pulled back, her emerald eyes were gleaming with a strange, fierce light.
"And especially the stories of your cock," Ciri murmured, her gaze drifting down your body, past your chest, your stomach, to where your cock stood thick and aching against your thigh. Her eyes lingered there for a long moment before dipping lower, a look of pure, unadulterated fascination washing over her face. "But they never mentioned… these."
Her hand, which had been gripping your arm, slid down. Her touch was not on your shaft, but lower, her fingers tracing a feather-light, almost reverent path over the sensitive skin of your scrotum. A shiver rocketed up your spine.
"I have a bit of an obsession," Ciri admitted, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper as she looked up at you through her pale lashes. A faint blush colored her cheeks, but her eyes held no shame, only a deep, hungry curiosity. "I can't help it. They're so… vulnerable. So tender. The most powerful part of a man, and yet the most delicate. It's intoxicating." Her fingers cupped you gently, a possessiveness in her touch that made your breath hitch. "I want to worship them."
Before you could even form a response, Ciri slid from the log and knelt on the soft earth between your legs. The firelight danced across the silver threads in her hair and the fierce, determined set of her jaw. The scarred beauty looked up at you, a sworn oath in her eyes, and then she bent her head.
Her first touch was not a kiss, but a breath. A warm, moist exhale that washed over your balls, making them tighten instinctively. Then came her tongue. A slow, broad, flat stroke from the very base of your shaft all the way down the length of your sac. It was a claiming. A blessing.
"Oh, gods…!"
That was Ciri. Her tongue went up and down, and then followed with a kiss to each testicle. She was thanking the gods for this. For your balls. For the loads you gave you. She was helping you relax.
Your head fell back. Your world narrowed to the tiny, electrifying universe between your legs. Ciri worked with a focus that was almost meditative, her entire being devoted to the task. To kissing your balls, to licking, to pleasing.
She used the very tip of her tongue to trace every ridge, every vein, exploring the delicate terrain with a cartographer's precision. She then went deeper. She'd lavish one orb with attention, drawing it gently into the warm, wet haven of her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue a swirling, relentless vortex of pleasure around it. Just as the sensation became almost too much to bear, she'd release it with a soft, wet pop and turn her affections to its twin, ensuring neither felt neglected.
She wasn't just licking you; she was committing every millimeter of your ballsack to memory. She'd kiss the tight skin, soft little presses of her lips that felt like worship. She'd nuzzle against you, her cheek brushing your throbbing length.
"C-Ciri…!"
You shot your load when she did. Ciri, cuddling against your cock with your cheek. Ciri, simply adoring your cock and most especially your balls. The first rope of cum caught her off-guard and almost landed on her hair. But by pointing your cock to the side, your jets of cum landed on the dirt. And there was plenty of cum to go around because Ciri dipped down and suckled on the whole your nutsack. Not one testicle or a small portion of it, the whole thing. Suckling, suckling, while you went spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
But you couldn't go soft. You were still hard even after the first load and Ciri was happy to keep going. To first kiss the left testicle, "Good job~!" and then the other. "Not empty yet, I'm sure~!"
The combination of her utter tenderness and the raw, unashamed lust in her eyes made you throb hard. This was better than if Ciri frantically attempted a handjob or deep-throat. This was where Ciri's talent lay, on worshipping a male's balls.
You felt completely at her mercy, a prisoner to her singular, exquisite fixation, yet weren't. This was FOR you after all. How could you be a prisoner to a gift? To worship? Your hips twitched, a weak, involuntary thrust into the empty air. She held you firmly but gently by the hips, keeping you still for her devoted ministry.
"Ciri…" you gasped, a warning and a plea all in one.
She ignored it, doubling her efforts. She took your entire sac into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she applied a gentle, rhythmic suction while her tongue fluttered against the very center, the hyper-sensitive spot just behind. The pressure built, a coil of white-hot pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your core. Your vision started to speckle with stars, your thighs trembling violently.
It wasn't a hard, fast orgasm. It was a deep, seismic eruption that started in the very spot she was devouring and radiated outwards, a wave of pure, mind-melting ecstasy that you had no hope of controlling. A guttural, broken cry was ripped from your chest as you came, untouched, jets of cum striping her white hair and her focused, beautiful face.
Yes, this time, Ciri wanted to blow your load on her face—and you did. The volume and thickness was greater than the first load too.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the crackling fire and your own ragged panting. Ciri slowly released you, sitting back on her heels. She looked… triumphant. She looked drunk, already missing your scrotum.
"T-that was…"
She swallowed. She stared. Then a half-confident, half-wicked smirk spread across her glistening lips and she looked up at your face. You had pearled her pale eyelashes and streaked through her silver hair.
"Looks like my obsession was worth it, wasn't it?" A hand caught some of the cum from her hair and to her lips. "Mm! So much! So thick! Tastes good too. Definitely a ten out of ten experience."
Despite that, she kept looking at your testicles. She seemed oh-so addicted. But she couldn't. For your sake, she had to do something else.
Still catching your breath, you could only watch as she rose to her feet in one powerful, fluid motion. Her eyes never left yours as her hands went to the buckles of her armor. With practiced, efficient moves, she stripped it away, pieces of leather and metal falling to the forest floor until she stood before you, gloriously naked in the firelight. Ciri's body was a testament to her life—lean, powerful muscle, the faint silvery lines of old scars, and small, perfect breasts that rose and fell with her own excited breathing.
Ciri stepped over you, one leg on either side of your hips, and lowered herself until she was straddling your lap. Her cock pressed against her stomach. She grasped your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet her burning gaze.
"But you're not done," Ciri stated, smiling. "That was just the beginning. I felt how tense you were. How needy. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to ride you until every last bit of tension is gone. Until your balls are completely, perfectly satisfied and at peace."
Her hip went up and her slick cunt hovering just over the head of your cock, which, impossibly, was already beginning to harden again under her intense scrutiny. She lowered herself slowly, achingly slowly, and you felt the first, tight, incredible inch of her sheath envelop you.
A sharp, blissful gasp escaped your lips at the sensation. Ciri's eyes fluttered closed for a second, a soft moan escaping her as she took you in. "Oh fuuuck~! S-so this is why Yennefer…! Hmmpph~!"
She tried. Oh, she tried to not end up like Yenenfer. The soft moan that escaped Ciri's lips was a stark contrast to the fierce grip she had on your shoulders. Her hips began to move, a slow, experimental rock that made you see stars. Every nerve ending was alive, hyper-focused on the exquisite, velvety pressure of her inner walls. She was so tight, a hot, wet vise that threatened to shatter your control before you'd even begun.
"Geralt… he taught me patience in a fight," Ciri breathed, as she lifted herself almost all the way off your cock before sinking down again with deliberate slowness. "To watch for an opening. To learn my opponent's rhythm. But I-I guess—nggh! This… this is a different kind of duel, isn't it? Because no matter what I do, I'm always getting hit. I'm always—ngggh! Hngggh~!"
She almost wanted to cup her mouth and didn't out of pride.
Up and down, up and down, her pussy tightened and pleased you.
"I-I believe that a man's balls should always be empty by the end of the day! T-the morning, it's okay! But the end…!"
Her silver hair, freed from its ponytail, cascaded around her shoulders like a waterfall, catching the flickering firelight. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting the powerful muscles of her abdomen as she worked her body on top of you.
"E-everything feels so damn good when I'm with you," she whimpered. "I-I guess this is the kind of sex people fantasize about! Nggh! I-it's just so—" She heaved, swallowed what must have been her fear, and wore a big grin. "Fuck…! I-I bet it's two-ways, no? You can feel me squeezing my pussy tighter? Right?
Oh fuck, she tightened up! She was suddenly brimming with confidence.
You tried to match her rhythm, to thrust upward to meet her, but she pinned your hips to the bedroll with a surprising force, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Sorry to say this, but this is my ride. I'm here to empty you!"
And she did. She set a brutal, punishing tempo, slamming herself down onto you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. Each impact was a jolt of undiluted pleasure. Her head fell back, a string of ragged, breathless curses in a language you didn't know tumbling from her mouth. This was the adrenaline rush she craved, the physical challenge she lived for, transformed into the most primal of acts.
You watched, mesmerized, as the powerful witcher in training lost herself to sensation. Her usual cool composure was gone, replaced by a raw, untamed hunger. Her C-cup breasts bounced, her nipples hard and pebbled. You squeezed her hips tighter, your fingers digging into her flesh. You needed to get a grip! You had to get it!
"Is this what you needed?" you managed to gasp out, your own voice strained.
"Yes," Ciri hissed, her eyes fluttering open. They burned with a fierce, violet intensity. "But… it's not enough. It's… deeper. I can feel you, so deep, but… my blood is singing… it wants more."
You understood then. The Elder Blood. It wasn't that she was insensitive. She was durable. Her body was built to withstand immense strain and the ordinary friction that would bring any other woman to her knees was just a prelude for her. She needed to be shattered.
"Lean back and let me get to work on that dick of yours~!"
Ciri was really getting cocky, wasn't she?
You moved your hands from her hips, one sliding around to cup the perfect globe of her ass, pulling her down onto you even harder. The other found the hot, slick nub that was her anus. You circled it with your thumb, applying a firm, persistent pressure.
Ciri's entire body seized. Her rhythm faltered for the first time and she whimpered. "What are you—?"
"Giving you your opening," you said, never stopping the motion of your thumb.
That was the key. Her hips began to stutter, her controlled motions dissolving into a frantic, desperate bucking. Her pussy, already so tight, began to clench and spasm around your cock in erratic, electric pulses. She was close. The powerful, unflappable Ciri was teetering on the very edge.
You cut her off by grabbing both ass cheeks and slamming downward. Instant orgasm. Instant expression change.
Slam, slam, slam! You held a firm grip and fucked her. Ciri could only moan. Could only react. She was cumming and all she could say was, "I'M CUMMIIING~! I'M CUMMIIING~! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T STOP WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING!!!" Look at that. A plea so raw, you never thought you'd hear from her. "PLEEEEASE, DON'T STOP. I'M SO CLOSE. I CAN FEEL IT—"
You redoubled your efforts, your own climax coiling tightly in your sack, an inevitable tsunami waiting to crash. You drove up into her as she came down onto you, your bodies meeting in a perfect, synchronized crash.
Ciri tried to call for you but couldn't. She dissolved into a wordless, guttural scream as her orgasm finally, finally claimed her. It was godly. Her back arched and every muscle in her body locked up from the divine ecstasy of dick. Her sheath clamped down on your cock with an unbelievable, milking pressure, a series of intense, pulsating contractions that made you instantly cum.
Holding back was simply impossible with this kind of tightness. This bloodline hers must have made pussies different. Your own orgasm erupted, a torrent of release so powerful it felt like your very soul was pouring into her. Wave after wave of hot cum flooded her, each spurt matching the frantic, clenching pulse of her own climax. A feedback loop of absolute pleasure that caused Ciri to moan, whimper, and mewl, and ultimately lose.
The tension bled from Ciri's body all at once. She collapsed forward onto your chest, a dead weight, her skin slick with sweat. Her entire body shuddered with the aftershocks.
"S-shoory," Ciri managed to say. "Oh fuckk, that was so good…!"
You held her there, spent and utterly content, feeling the rapid, slowing drumbeat of her heart against your own.
After a few moments, she stirred weakly. She lifted her head, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated. She gave you a soft, almost shy smile that was so unlike the fierce warrior of minutes before. Ciri leaned in and pressed a tender, grateful kiss to your lips. It was sweet, languid, and full of a profound, unspoken understanding.
"Thank you," Ciri whispered, her voice a husky sigh against your mouth.
Then, as if those two words expended the very last of her energy, her eyes fluttered closed. Her head nestled into the crook of your neck, her breathing evening out into the deep, slow rhythm of sleep. The campfire chose that moment to finally die, its last embers winking out and plunging the forest clearing into a deep, quiet darkness, with the warmth of her body your only comfort.
***
The first rays of dawn were a gentle intrusion, painting the forest floor in stripes of pale gold and deep shadow. You woke to the scent of pine and cold ashes, and the warm, solid weight of Ciri still draped across your chest. Her slow, even breaths tickled your neck, a stark contrast to the fierce, desperate woman who had taken control of you hours before. A contented sigh escaped your lips, but it was followed instantly by a familiar, urgent throb. Your morning erection. Fuck. It was trapped between your abdomen and the soft, unmistakable curve of her hip.
Ciri stirred at the movement and groaned. Emerald eyes fluttered open, bleary with sleep, then sharpened with awareness as they met yours. A lazy, triumphant smile spread across her face, but it faltered slightly as her hips shifted minutely, pressing against your hardness. A faint blush crept up her neck.
"Morning," Ciri murmured weakly. Her gaze dipped down your body, then quickly darted back to your face, a flicker of that same fascination from last night flashing in her eyes before she schooled her features into something more pragmatic. "We should… we should get moving. The Final Resort won't come to us."
You agreed, though every fibre of your being protested the idea of leaving the cocoon of her warmth. Despite your erection, you got up and the journey began. The fire was out and there was no food to make for breakfast. Ciri quickly dismantled the camp and extinguished the last traces of their fire while you, gloriously and unabashedly nude, enjoyed the cool morning air on your skin.
"Alright, let's get going. Remember, stay close. The Final Resort is…"
Is? Is what?
"What is it?"
"It's…better if you just see it. Trust me. Plus," she smiled, "it's pretty. You'll like it, I'm sure."
Ciri cleared her throat and just led the way, sword on her back. She pointedly kept her eyes on the path ahead, though you caught the occasional, fleeting glance she threw over her shoulder, her eyes always snapping forward the moment they dipped below your waist.
The forest gave way to a pristine beach, and the Final Resort rose. You assumed it was the Final Resort because what else could be something as extravagant sounding and extravagant looking as the palace of white stone and glittering glass in front of you? Ciri was right, it was breathtaking. As you approached, everything changed: the ground went from dirt to a smooth stone. The air changed, humming with something new. You didn't know what.
The path widened into a grand promenade. There was a river to the sides. White and silver were the colours that dominated your vision. The poles, the trees, the floor, everything was white. Your head tilted up as you stared at the giant palace that was the Final Resort. The pathway was one thing but this palace…
Like seriously, holy FUCK.
You were so distracted, you almost failed to notice there were people here. Women, to be exact.
First, from a lounge chair facing the riverside was a blonde that anyone and everyone knew: Emma Frost. She wore a stunning, stark white bikini that contrasted perfectly with her flawless skin and platinum blonde hair. The minimal fabric left little to the imagination, hugging her full breasts and curving over her hips like it was painted on. Emma saw you, got up from her chair, and headed toward you with an unnerving, predatory grace. Her icy blue eyes locked onto you—and the cock that was slowly hardening—with immediate, intense interest.
"Well, well," Emma Forst purred, her voice like silk over ice. "What a magnificent arrival." Her eyes raked over you, a slow, appreciative scan that felt more invasive than any touch. "And what a truly impressive welcome. It's been too long since we've had a proper… inspection."
Before you could reply, another presence made itself known with their heels. Clicking loudly, even Emma had to look as she arrived: Bayonetta. The black-haired woman moved with a hypnotic, impossible sway, her towering height accentuated by impossibly high heels. Her 'outfit' was her signature dark, living hair, sculpted into a provocative leotard that emphasized every devastating curve of her body. A sly, knowing smile played on her blood-red lips.
"My, my, Emma. Don't be greedy," Bayonetta cooed, her accent a smoky contralto. She circled you slowly, her gaze a physical caress. "A man's cock isn't the only thing we should be looking at. There's the painting and the artist. Both are vital."
Emma snorted. "Who are you kidding? You, caring about something other than cock?"
Bayonetta cackled and winked at Ciri, who was standing stiffly to the side, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword.
Emma reached out, her fingers just a breath away from your straining length. "Regardless, it deserves to be worshipped, don't you think? Such a proud, throbbing monument."
You were about to answer when a new figure approached from behind with a silence that was almost supernatural. You didn't notice her until a cool, firm hand suddenly cupped your balls from behind, her grip unexpectedly possessive and precise. This got Ciri really on alert and she withdrew her sword to point at the neck of the woman responsible.
"2B. Stop," Ciri said, lips flat.
You turned your head to see 2B.
The android's beauty was severe and perfect, framed by a blindfold and a severe black dress that ended in a provocative flutter of fabric. But it was her back that was truly a masterpiece, the open design showcasing the sublime, powerful curve of her buttocks. You could only see the side from this angle but…
"Apologies, Ciri. I must do this."
She didn't release your balls just yet. 2B's expression was unreadable too. Ciri tightened her grip on her sword.
"Analysis initiated," 2B stated, her voice a neutral, synthetic melody. Her grip on your balls tightened just enough to be undeniable, holding you firmly as if taking a measurement. You could only stand there, stunned, as she gave a short, definitive nod. "Sperm count and viability: optimal. Reserves are more than sufficient. You may proceed."
With that clinical pronouncement, 2B released her hold and stepped back, leaving you throbbing from the abrupt and shocking assessment. Ciri just sighed and sheathed her sword.
Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Checking his sperm count? Really? Any man worth their sack should be able to spill at the sight of me." She smirked and held out her arms. She was going to hug you. Bayonetta of all people. "Right, darling~?"
Bayonetta's huge, unfortunately, was too slow to meet your body. Another arrived first and loudly: "DARLING!"
A blur of crimson and gold tackled you, wrapping you in an embrace that was both powerful and desperately affectionate. Boa Hancock, the Pirate Empress, clung to you, her lithe, incredible body pressing against yours. First her boobs hugged your face. Then her lips met your lips. "Mwah! I missed you!"
She wore a red and gold serpentine bikini. Boa dropped to her knees after the hug, arms around your waist, and gazed up at you, her dark eyes shimmering with tears of joy, her face the picture of obsessive infatuation.
"You're here! You're finally here! Are you well? Were you hurt on your journey? Tell me everything!" The Pirate queen was a mix of command and breathless excitement. She completely ignored everyone else, her world having shrunk to just you. "I have been waiting forever! Just look at you! Even your magnificent masculinity stands at attention for me! I am the only one truly worthy of it!"
She released her hug and then gasped as she stared at your full erection.
"Oh my! Is this all for me!?" Boa Hancock's hands came together and put them to her cheek. "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness…! I'm so happy!"
Pre-cum oozed out. Hancock squealed. Emma Frost's lips pursed in annoyance, while Bayonetta merely chuckled, seeming immensely amused by the entire spectacle.
"Pre-cum detected," 2B noted. "Would you like me to empty you? Would you like a focus on the cock, the nipples, the balls—"
"Hey, I'm the balls-worshipping chick," Ciri cut in.
Just as it seemed like a fight would break out and Boa might literally carry you away, a new voice cut through the air, calm yet absolute.
"That's enough."
Another woman? Okay, this was getting out of hand.
"Have you all forgotten? We have rules in place specifically to stop this from happening."
Oh. Maybe not. Daenerys Targaryen stood there, her silver-gold hair catching the sun. She wore a sleek gown of blue silk that wrapped around her body. It wasn't quite as slutty as a bikini but it was hot. Daenerys didn't shout, but her tone held the weight of command. "An oath is an oath. We all agreed and Ada Wong has first claim. Her dibs were called and are to be honored." Daenerys' violet eyes settled on you. "Go. Proceed to the Central Hall."
It wasn't a suggestion. The gathered women, despite their power and allure, seemed to accept this ancient law of the resort. With a final, possessive squeeze, Boa released you, pouting magnificently.
"Ciri, take him," Daenerys said. "And don't let this happen again."
"Right, right."
Ciri grabbed your head and took you ahead. You walked toward the immense main doors of the Central Hall of the Final Resort. "Quite a welcome party," Ciri muttered, shaking her head. "This place, it's for you. All of it. Most of us started to live here, but then obviously, we went off and build other stuff."
"So the Final Resort…"
"Is more like the First Resort, yeah."
The Central Hall was even more opulent than the outside, all cool marble, sparkling fountains, and soft, ambient light. All white too. Your dick was still pounding from the sensory overload of your arrival.
But what you came for was finally here.
Leaning against the grand, polished reception desk was Ada Wong. There was no one else here in the Central Hall. She was the picture of effortless cool in a sleek, crimson cocktail dress that hugged her slim, agile frame like a second skin. One leg was crossed over the other, a high-heeled shoe dangling from her toe. She held a glass of something clear, swirling it slowly. Ada didn't look impatient at all. Rather, a small, enigmatic smile touched her lips as her dark eyes found yours from across the hall, acknowledging your arrival as if she had never doubted it for a second.
The ultimate prize, waiting patiently for her winner to finally collect.
Ciri gave your hand one last, firm squeeze before turning to leave, her leather armor creaking softly. "Don't let the likes of Ada empty you out," she said with a wry grin. "I'll be around if you ever need refills." She leaned in, her lips finding yours in a quick, fierce kiss that tasted of campfire smoke and wildness. Then Ciri was gone, her boots echoing on the marble floor until she exited the Central Hall.
Ada Wong hadn't moved from her perch on the edge of the reception desk. That same inscrutable smile played on her lips as she watched you. She set her glass down with a soft, definitive click.
"Follow me," Ada said, her voice a low, melodious command that brooked no argument. "I already have everything ready, and from the look of it…" She smirked and flicked your erection with her fingers. "You are as well."
She turned. She walked. She let that ass sway in the red dress. Ada led you down a dimly lit corridor, away from the grand opulence of the Central Hall, into a wing that felt more intimate, more secretive. She produced a keycard from some hidden pocket in her dress and unlocked a heavy oak door.
The room was lavish but understated, dominated by a massive, canopied bed. It was interesting and clearly intended solely to fuck comfortably. It smelled faintly of jasmine and clean linen. Ada closed the door, the lock engaging with a quiet, final thud. The Asian mercenary turned to you, her dark eyes appraising you slowly, from your face down to your erect cock.
"So eager, aren't you? First, sit," Ada instructed, gesturing to the bed.
You did as you were told, the silken duvet cool against your butt. You watched, mesmerized, as Ada gracefully sank to her knees before you. This was it: sleek spy, the untouchable prize, on her knees for you. Ada Wong didn't rush. Her hands came to rest on your thighs and she studied your dick first. "Yennefer left her mark on you, I see," she murmured, dipping down to check your nutsack. "And the little witcher, too. Let's see if I can make you forget them both."
How she figured that out, you didn't have a clue.
Ada didn't tease. She didn't play. She simply opened her mouth, and took you in.
The world dissolved into a white-hot pinpoint of sensation. Her mouth was a revelation—cool at first, then impossibly, devastatingly warm. Her technique was not of this world. Her tongue was a living thing, coiling and flattening, tracing every ridge and vein with pinpoint accuracy before swirling around the head with a pressure that made your toes curl violently into the plush carpet. Ada Wong used her lips like a tool or like she was picking a lock, applying and releasing suction in a rhythm that was perfectly judged.
It was wet and hungry and absolute. Her head bobbed with a hypnotic, efficient rhythm, her eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch of your expression. She then removed her mouth entirely and one of her hands worked your base in a tight, twisting corkscrew motion, while the other found its way between your legs, cupping and gently squeezing to your balls. You could only gasp. Because the moment she stopped using her hands, her mouth was down on you again. Everything was terrifyingly fast and efficient. Your hips thrust upward, trying anything, but she accepted your thrusts and demanding more.
She didn't stop them, she accepted. She accepted the deepthroat like it was nothing.
You came. Exploded.
It was a convulsive, almost painful eruption that hit the back of her throat in less than ten seconds. You saw stars, your nutsack seizing up as wave after wave of cum crashed out of you. Through the dizzying haze, you felt her swallow, once, twice, a smooth, practiced motion. And then, the impossible. She didn't pull away. She didn't even slow down.
Ada Wong didn't let go. She kept sucking and sucking.
The overstimulation was instant and electric. An almost unbearable sensitivity that should have been agony but, under the relentless mastery of her mouth, transformed into a new, sharper kind of ecstasy. She hummed softly, the vibration traveling straight up your spine and kicking your nervous system back into overdrive.
Her sucking intensified, her hand going back to your balls. She met your gaze again. You came once? So what?
"Cum again."
That was her message. That was what this meant.
Your cock and balls, still shuddering from the first cataclysm, were forced to rally for a second. It was a shorter, tighter climax, a raw, pulsing throb that left you seeing black at the edges of your vision.
Again, Ada Wong swallowed. Again, she did not stop.
This Asian bitch was a machine of pleasure, a virtuoso of the carnal. Her hand stroked those balls and were asking for more. More! Wanting to milk you for everything you had and then demanding more.
Only third seconds has passed. Thirty seconds and a third orgasm was wrung from you, a deep, internal convulsion that was less a burst and more a prolonged, total-body tremble. It was a dry, aching peak that left you completely, utterly spent, collapsed back onto the bed.
Finally, slowly, she released you with a soft, wet pop. She kissed the slick, oversensitive head of your cock once. She looked up at you, a single bead of your release glistening at the corner of her perfect mouth. She wiped it away with a delicate finger and sucked it clean, her dark eyes gleaming with triumph.
"My, my…!" Ada rose to her feet with panther-like grace and settled on the bed beside you, crossing her legs and letting one high-heeled shoe dangle. She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "Are we done so soon? And here I thought you were the legendary stallion of this resort. It seems the stories were… exaggerated."
The mockery in her tone, the sheer arrogant challenge of it, was a spark on tinder. A deep, resonant heat began to pool in your core again. You felt a low growl rumble in your chest. You pushed yourself up, turning your body to face her fully on the bed.
You said nothing. You simply showed her.
Her smirk froze, then widened into a genuine, impressed smile as her eyes traveled down your body. She watched, her own breath catching slightly, as your cock, against all reason and biology, began to stiffen and rise once more, twitching back to full, throbbing life right before her eyes. Ada simply recrossed her legs, and leaned back on her hands, her expression one of delighted, anticipatory conquest.
"My, my…!" she purred, her voice dripping with a newfound, dark respect. "Very impressive. It seems there's more to you than just a quick trigger finger."
You didn't answer with words. You answered with action. Your hand wrapped around your own aching, resurrected shaft, your grip tight and knowing. You began to stroke, your eyes locked on hers. Every nerve ending was still screaming from her mouth, and your own hand felt both punishing and unbelievably good.
But you used that sensitivity to your advantage.
Ada's amused smile didn't falter, but her dark eyes widened a fraction, tracking the rapid, demanding movement of your fist. "And what do you think you're doing? I didn't give you permission to—"
Your hips began to piston upwards into your own tight circle of fingers, the wet, slick sounds of your frantic stroking—schlick, schlick, schlick—filling the quiet, luxurious room. You were close, so fucking close again, a boiling pressure building at your sack, demanding release. You focused on her face, on those perfectly sculpted features, that arrogant, beautiful mouth.
"You want to see a stallion?" you grunted, your rhythm becoming desperate. "Here it is!"
Her composure finally cracked. "Wait—" she started, leaning forward, a flicker of genuine shock in her eyes as she realized your intention. Ada began to rise from the bed. "Don't you dar—"
It was too late.
You came. A hot, thick rope of cum launched from your pulsing cock and splattered directly across her cheekbone, white and shocking against her flawless skin. Another followed, splatting across her lips. Another splurt hit her brow. You kept stroking, milking yourself onto her, marking the untouchable Ada Wong.
Longer ropes of cum landed on her hair too. The longer it went, the deeper Ada went into her seat, shell-shocked. The final pulses were weaker, oozing over your own knuckles.
Silence, except for your ragged breathing.
A single, thick droplet slowly dripped from her chin onto the red fabric of her dress. Ada was frozen, utterly still. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted in astonishment. She slowly, mechanically, raised a hand to her cheek, her fingers touching the warm, viscous proof of what you'd just done.
Ada's voice was a low, dangerous whisper. "You… you wasted it."
She wiped at the cum on her face, looking at the mess on her gloved fingers with something like… disappointment. "This precious seed… all over my face… what a waste."
That was when you saw it. The truth behind the anger. The hunger masked as disdain. A slow smile spread across your own face.
"A waste?" you breathed, your chest still heaving. "No. You're not upset that I came on you, Ada. You're upset that it's not inside you. You're desperate for it, aren't you? All that talk, all that control… you just want to be filled up."
Her gaze snapped to yours, a defensive fire igniting in the deep brown depths. "I'm not—" She got up, wanting to protest, only to see your cock and look away.
Look at that. Ada Wong looked away. She stood up, trying to intimidate you, yet backed away immediately. Her voice was sharp yet even that betrayed, almost as much as her eyes betrayed her, flicking down to your still-hard, glistening cock for a fraction of a second before she looked away, a faint blush coloring her neck. That was all the confirmation you needed.
"You want it? Let's go."
Ada's eyes narrowed. "Go where?"
"The Central Hall. Let's not hide in this little fuck-room. Let's do it right out in the open. Where anyone could walk in."
You crossed your arms. Your dick ached. You didn't have to taunt her. Your dick alone was saying, "Come on, Ada. Don't be scared."
Ada just stared at you, the cum drying on her face. Then, a slow, wicked smile, far more genuine than any that had come before it, spread across her lips.
"Scared?" Ada echoed, her voice a silken threat. "Darling, I'm intrigued."
She cleaned her face with some tissue and simply turned and led the way, her hips swaying with a renewed, predatory confidence. You followed, your cock bouncing with each step, a promise of what was to come.
The Central Hall was just as you'd left it, cavernous and silent. The emptiness was electrifying.
Ada walked to the back where the receptionist's desk was, not that there was a receptionist for this place. Without a word, without breaking eye contact, she slowly turned around. She bent over and expected you to hike up her dress.
"Well?" her voice came, muffled slightly by her position. "The legendary stallion hesitates?"
You were on her in three long strides. Your hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh of her ass even through her dress. You rolled up the dress, trying to rip but unable to consider its tightness. But soon, it arrived: the perfect curve of her ass, and the long, lethal lines of her legs, still clad in those elegant heels. She bent forward, placing her hands on the table, presenting herself to you. The light glistened off the slick, hidden folds of her pussy, already visibly wet, waiting.
"No panties?"
"Please, like you can talk," Ada replied with a smirk.
You used one hand to guide the throbbing, leaking head of your cock to her entrance. It was so fucking wet, so hot, even just pressing against her outer lips sent a jolt through your entire body.
You pushed.
The head of your cock popped past her tight entrance, and a wet, gushing squelch echoed in the hall as you sank an inch inside. Her breath hitched, a sharp, surprised mmmpfh! escaping her. Ada Wong was impossibly tight, clenching around your crown, and so hot it was like sinking into a perfect, wet furnace.
Her head dropped between her shoulders. "Oh, god…more… give me more, you stallion!"
You pulled back almost all the way, just the tip remaining inside, making her whimper at the loss, before you drove forward again, this time sinking halfway in with one brutal, deep thrust. Schlllp! Gush! CLAP—! The sound of her pussy accepting you, stretching around your thick length, was obscene and perfect. Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around you, trying to pull you deeper.
Your balls tightened, slapping against. You were buried inside the infamous Ada Wong. But, the job was only halfway done. You paused, savoring the feel of her cunt gripping you.
"Ha? Is that all you can do?" Ada smirked as she looked over her shoulder. "Give me everything or give me nothing, darling~"
You gave her more. You gave her everything. You extracted your cock from base to tip and slam! CLAP—! Pounded into her, rocketing your cock into her with deep, claiming strokes. Each thrust was a punctuation mark in the silent hall; a wet, slapping thwack of your body against hers, followed by the gushing, suctioning schliick as you pulled back only to plunge in again moments later.
All those precious inches you were proud of, you were using them all.
"Oh fuck…!" Ada murmured. Another thrust. Another gasp she miraculously managed to hide from you. "N-not bad! Not bad at all!"
Her gloved hands scrambled for purchase on the desk. Her back arched, presenting her ass even higher to you, a silent, desperate plea for more. Then, one of those lethal hands snapped back between her legs. Her fingers found your balls, cupping the heavy sack and squeezing tightly, almost painfully.
"N-nggh! Y-you…I said give it everything. Do it harder," Ada demanded, her voice a strained, breathless command that was utterly undercut by the way her pussy was convulsing around your shaft. "Fuck me harder, you stallion. Faster! I want to feel all of you."
This chick was really something, wasn't she? You went harder, yet despite that, your own groans joining hers as you pistoned into her. Ada got tight! Really, really tight!
"Mmm! Not bad! Like I said, not bad at all! I can tell that I'll want more when you cum!"
So arrogant. So deceitful. She kept holding your balls, kept insisting she had control. And for many moments, you thought she did. She wasn't losing. No, she refused to lose. To break.
"Haaah! T-this cock! Mmmph! Feels like a dream! I-it's so—hgnnnghh~!!"
Her heels scrambled for balance on the slick floor. A high, sharp cry ripped from her lips, and then, as if a switch had been flipped, she choked it off.
Her head snapped up. She went rigid for a second, her cunt clamping down on your cock in a crazy spasm. The kind that The hand left your balls. She forced her breathing to steady, to calm. The mask was slamming back into place.
"Mmmph~! S-slow down. W-wait. Wait," she panted, her voice struggling to regain its signature cool, smoky timbre. "I can't… I can't be heard sounding like some common whore." She pushed back against you, a conflicting signal of wanting more while trying to regain control. "I am Ada Wong. I am—"
You gripped her ass tightly and gave a nice smack. Ada gasped and you proceeded to drill into her. "You don't give the orders here anymore, Ada. That pretty pussy does. And it's begging me not to stop." You leaned over her back, your chest pressing against her spine, your mouth next to her ear. "Listen to it. So wet. So hungry. It's screaming for my cock while your mouth tries to lie."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The Asian baddie's composure was fracturing. You could feel it in the tremors running through her body, hear it in the hitched, broken quality of her breaths. She was trying to muffle her sounds by biting her lip, but little whimpers and gasps kept escaping. "Mmmph! G-god… Unnf."
"You're addicted to this," you snarled, fucking her with deep, circular grinds that made her see stars. "You pretend you're above it all, but you're just a perfect, filthy mess. This world-class spy… undone by a good, hard fucking."
She played cocky first. You had to play in turn.
"I'm not—" Ada started, but her protest was cut short as you angled a thrust that smashed directly into her g-spot. Her words dissolved into a choked whimper. "Nnnaaaaah! Right there! Fuck, right fucking there!"
The mask wasn't just cracked; it was shattering. You could feel her surrender in the way her body went pliant, in the way her head lolled forward, her beautiful facade finally crumbling under the relentless, physical truth of your possession.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
You had Ada bent over the receptionist desk, her ruby dress hiked up to her waist, her ass bare and trembling with every thrust. Her arms were stretched out, fingers clawing at the polished wood for something, anything to hold onto. Her usual smirk was nowhere to be found. Ada couldn't even look back at you, let alone taunt you with that infuriatingly cool confidence she always wore like armor. No, this time, Ada Wong was unraveling, and it was fucking glorious.
Your cock buried itself deep inside her, balls-deep, over and over again, the sound of your hips slapping against her ass echoing through the empty hotel lobby. She was tight—so fucking tight—and wetter than you'd ever felt her before. Her pussy clung to you, pulsing around your shaft as if it was trying to milk every drop of pleasure from you. And she was getting loud, so fucking loud, her usually composed voice now reduced to a string of broken moans and gasps.
"Fuck, fuck—!" Ada's voice hitched as you drove into her hard, her knees buckling slightly, but you held her steady, your hands gripping her hips so tightly you were sure they'd leave bruises. "You're—ah!—you're fucking relentless," she managed to choke out, though there was no bite to her words, no edge of control. Just raw, unfiltered need. And she kept breaking. Kept growing louder and louder.
"Y-you're fucking! You're fucking—! Hngggh! You're FUCKING MY PUSSY SO HARD~! I-I CAN'T! THIS DICK IS MAKING ME SOOO MUCHH~!!!"
That was right. Ada Wong wanted this. She wanted you to fuck her like this—to make her forget everything else. You punctuated hard thrust after hard thrust, and she cried out, her nails scratching at the desk as her body shuddered.
"Your dick fills me up like no other—! " Louder! Harder! "T-THIS DICK! THIS SEX! YOU!! ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS TO MEEE~!!!"
Ada's body was saying it all. Her back arched, pressing her ass harder against you, and her legs spread wider, giving you even more access to her dripping cunt. She was giving in, surrendering to the pleasure in a way she never had before. The Ada Wong who always played the game, who always stayed one step ahead, was finally letting go. And it was making you even harder.
You weren't going to stop, not until she was fucked stupid.
She let out a shaky moan, her head dropping forward. Her usual composure was shattered, replaced by something primal, something needy. "Please," she breathed, the word so soft you almost missed it. "More—just—fuck me harder and give me your seed. Don't waste this time…!"
Don't waste it?
You agreed.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, you pulled her head back slightly, forcing a gasp from her lips as you increased your pace. Your cock pistoned in and out of her dripping pussy, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her moans turned into shrieks.
"THISDICKTHISDICKTHISDICK—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO ESCAPE! ALWAYS TO FEEL FREE! TO CUM! AND THIS DICK IS GIVING ME EVERYTHING I'VE WANTED! THIS FREEDOM! THIS COCKKK~!! IT'S GIVING ME EVERYTHIIING~!!"
She came, hard, her orgasm shaking her from head to toe. You didn't stop fucking her, riding out her climax as her cunt pulsed around you. She wanted that load—now.
So you gave it to her.
You buried yourself deep inside her one last time and let go, your cum flooding her pussy as you came with a groan of pure ecstasy. For a moment, the world stopped, nothing existing except you, her, and the overwhelming cum shooting into her womb.
When it finally subsided, Ada sagged against the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to regain her composure. But there was no going back now. The Ada Wong who always had the upper hand was gone. In her place was a woman who had been completely and utterly fucked into submission.
As you pulled out of her, she whimpered softly, her pussy still twitching from the intensity of what had just happened. You ran a hand down her spine, feeling the way she shivered under your touch.
"Still think you're in control?" you asked teasingly.
Ada didn't answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost unrecognizable. "Just… shut up and fuck me again."
She was still bent over the receptionist desk, that hot dress lifted up and around her waist. That peach ass was still there. The ass and hips that seemed to be perfect with that dress of hers.
You slapped her ass—hard. She gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk, but she didn't protest. No smirk. No taunt. Just submission.
But you weren't just going to fuck her again. Not yet.
"Turn around," you commanded. Ada slowly straightened up and turned to face you. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were clouded with lust—and something else. Something desperate.
"Kneel," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument. Her eyes flicked down to your cock, still glistening with her own wetness, and then back up to your face. For a split second, it looked like she might resist, might try to regain some of her control. But then Ada sank to her knees in front of you, her hands resting on her thighs, her head tilted slightly downward.
Look at that. How beautifully submissive.
You reached down and grasped your cock, stroking it slowly as you looked down at her. "Open your mouth," you ordered, and this time, she didn't hesitate. Her lips parted, and you guided the tip of your cock into her mouth, watching as her tongue flicked out to taste you. But you pulled back almost immediately, leaving her wanting more.
"Not yet," you said. "First, you're going to worship my balls."
Ada's eyes widened and she smirked. She knew and you knew—if it was down to a blowjob, you stood zero chance. Zilcha, natta. But this? Something new? Something that Ada hadn't perfected and trained? Well, it would be different. You wouldn't cum instantly.
Giggling a little, her hands moving to cradle your balls gently. Her hands were tentative at first, almost reverent. Soon, she got to work, smirking.
Ada's tongue darted out, licking along the underside of your balls, her lips following close behind. She sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before releasing it with a soft pop and moving to the other. Your cock thrummed and rose higher and higher as she lavished attention on each one in turn.
"That's it," you praised, your hand tangling in her hair as you guided her movements. "Suck them like the slut you are."
The Asian slut sucked softly around your left testicle, making your cock throb hard. She was taking her time now. Slow circles, then quick rectangles. Her lips were so damn soft and wet as she alternated between sucking and licking. She would draw those shapes on your testicles and then start suckling.
She was loving this. The great Ada Wong, on her knees, worshipping your balls like a common whore.
You were supposed to cum fast. You were supposed to lose. But you didn't. Her worship and technique was great but Ciri was better.
The way her cheeks flushed and her tongue worked even harder told you everything you needed to know. She wanted to be better and couldn't be. Not now. But she was trying. Ada Wong was completely lost in the act, her usual façade crumbling as she gave herself over to the pleasure of pleasing you.
When you finally couldn't take it anymore, you pulled her off your balls and pushed your cock back into her mouth. She took it eagerly, her lips wrapping around you as she sucked you deep into her throat. This was what she was good at. This was what she did. Like a machine, her tongue danced along the underside of your shaft, her hands moving to stroke your nutsack.
But the nutsack grip was lost when you started fucking her face.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she let you, as you thrust, as you pushed all the way in again and again. With no gag reflex, she could take it.
"Here it is!"
It was never going to take long, not with those lips. With a low groan, you erupted into her mouth, your cum shooting down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Both hands grabbed her head and just nutted down her throat. Balls to her chin and everything.
When you finally pulled out, Ada looked up at you with wide eyes, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. For once, she was speechless. Getting dicked down, having her mask ripped, then worshipping your balls and then swallowing your cum, it was transition after transition. Even a pro like her had to take a second to digest it.
You manhandled her onto her back onto the receptionist desk. Her eyes were wide, glazed with lust and confusion. Before she could protest, you jumped onto the desk too, grabbed her thighs, pushing her knees all the way back until they were by her shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The mating press. She was completely exposed, utterly vulnerable, her wet, well-fucked pussy presented to you like a feast.
"W-wait—!" Ada gasped, but you were already sinking back into her, and this angle was something else entirely.
You plunged into her, and it was deeper than anything that had come before. You weren't just in her pussy; you were in her very core. Your pubic bone ground against her swollen clit with every inward drive. Her eyes rolled back, a strangled shriek finally, truly tearing from her throat, unconcerned with who might hear.
"It's too much!" Ada cried out, yet her hands went and instinctively wrapped around your neck. Not grabbing your shoulders, she wanted this despite her words. She wanted this completely. "It's too deep! Your cock is too good! Oh, god, I can't— I can't think!"
You drilled into her, your rhythm brutal and unforgiving. This was the final conquest. This was breaking the final boss.
"Tell me," you grunted, your voice thick with strain. "Tell me the truth, Ada. Who do you want?"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Ada was sobbing now, her body shaking uncontrollably with each powerful thrust. "You! I only want you!"
"Who have you been waiting for?" you demanded, leaning down closer, your face inches from hers.
"You! Always you!" Ada admitted, the confession ripped from her soul. "I've been so horny… so alone… playing my games… but it was all just waiting… waiting for you to come and fuck me like this! To ruin me! Please! Please don't stop!"
Her admission was the final key. Your control snapped. You buried yourself as deep as you could possibly go, your hips stuttering. Here was the thing, at the end of the day, Ada had a top-tier pussy. It was next to impossible to last long. So with a raw, primal roar, you came. The cumshots were a flood ruined and ventured into her depths.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
You felt each violent jet leave you, painting her insides, claiming her completely. Her own climax seized her a second later, her pussy milking your cock with frantic, fluttering contractions. Her own orgasm contorted her beautiful features.
The short hair, the thin eyebrows, the red lips, all of it twisting because of your creampie. Ada looked beautiful like this, eyes rolled back and smiling. Truly smiling because something wondrous was happening to her: you.
You were happening and she loved it. She clung to you. She loved clinging to you, taking you. All of it.
As the last tremors wracked both of you, you didn't pull away. You collapsed forward, still buried inside her, and captured her mouth with yours. The kiss was fierce, possessive, a searing brand of ownership. It was deep and wet and tasted of her moans and your shared sweat. She kissed you back with a desperate, hungry passion, her arms wrapping around your neck, her legs locking around your waist, holding you inside her.
When you finally broke for air, Ada Wong was looking up at you, her eyes wide and unguarded, all pretense gone. Truly, completely conquered.