Page 54 of A Tale of Mirth & Magic

Realizing what he wanted, I wiggled happily and shifted my body up his broad chest until I was kneeling over his mouth. I hovered, let him take the lead.

He gathered up my long skirt and flung it behind me. Grabbing my hips again, he pulled me to his mouth with a pleased grunt, burying his face in my hair. I was already a little wet and seeing him moving below me sent a surge of pleasure down my body.

When he began to lick me, I was lost. Running my fingers through his hair with one hand and gripping one of my breasts with the other, I just tried to not writhe around too much.

Barra held me fast, moving my hips possessively to reach whatever part of my pussy he wanted to lick. I felt his tongue dip inside me, trace along my lips, tap against my clit—I held on as long as I could, swearing into the blue sky. But I came fast and hard on his mouth, so hard it swept my breath away, chest gasping for air.

“Ohh, fuck fuck fuck ohhhhh,” I mumbled as I slid down his body, lying down chest to chest on top of him, limbs like jelly.

After a couple of minutes of Barra rubbing languid circles on my back, I propped myself up on my elbows and fixed him with a sly look. I could feel his cock below me, still hard, touching my right thigh through his breeches. Shifting just the right amount, I moved down his body until I was sitting on top of it.

I began to grind, moving over his length through the fabric, sighing at how it brushed against my sensitive skin. Barra never broke eye contact. He held my hips again, tightly.

“Do you want to be inside me?” I asked, voice unsteady. My orgasm was already building again. I wanted him so badly I ached, my abdomen clenching with need.

I’d seen last night that he had the standard rune for protection against sexual diseases and a ward against pregnancy tattooed near his hip. I had the same on my own body. Most people I’d encountered got them as a teenager; it was a smart practice that was safe, cheap, reversible, and lasted decades.

Barra swallowed, still watching me steadily with his intense eyes. “Yes. Yes, I really do.”

Sitting up, he held me to him with one arm and untied his breeches with the other, shucking them and his boots. When his bare cock touched me, I shivered in anticipation.

He hesitated. “I’m a bit… much for most people. Tell me if we need to stop.”

I nodded, nuzzling his chest, but said, “Oh, trust me, I can handle you.” Barra hummed in pleasure, hands roaming over my body, squeezing my ass reflexively. He kissed me—my cheeks, my lips—before nipping gently at my neck in a way that made heat pool low in my belly. I whimpered, reaching between us.

His low laugh teased me. “You want to be fucked, don’t you, El?”

“Yeah, I want it—please, Barra.” I was almost whining, beyond embarrassment.

He lifted me, positioned himself, and lowered me carefully down on his cock, letting me guide our slow pace. He was huge. But I took him in, inch by blissful inch, moaning at how full he stretched me.

Barra paused, his breath catching. Our foreheads pressed together.

“You okay?” I ran a hand over his chest, kissed his large nose. My legs shook with the effort of not moving on top of him, taking him deeper.

In a strained voice, he said, “Yes. Yes. You just feel so fucking amazing.”

“Can I have more?” I whispered, massaging the back of his neck.

Almost growling, Barra thrust his hips up at my words, plunging deep. I cried out. He moved inside me, and I held on, fire building steadily in my core.

We found a rhythm together, moving frantically in time. When he dipped his head down to my breasts, I leaned back, propping myself up on his legs. His tongue found each nipple in turn, sucking hard. I swore at him, scratching his legs with my nails, and pulled his head back to do it again and again.

We were frenzied, gone—our bodies came together again, close and hot, sweat mingling on our chests. I licked the crook of Barra’s neck, tasting him, his sweat and burning skin.

His gigantic cock reached the deepest part of me over and over and over, for goddess knows how long, and I was near crying in utter ecstasy as I climaxed. Stars scattered across my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut, and he held me close.

With a few more pumps, drawing out my orgasm further, he came too. I relished the feeling of his cum spilling into me, his shattered breath, the way he gripped me fiercely, as if I’d both wrecked and saved him.

We flopped back down to the ground, and Barra turned on his side toward me. I nestled my head on his biceps. My limbs were loose, liquid, and his gentle fingers felt lovely against my face as he brushed wet strands of hair back, pressing light kisses as he went.

When his sigh rumbled lightly through my body, my eyes snapped open as I remembered how significant this was for him. Twisting to see his face, I was relieved to see he was smiling softly back at me.

“Feeling all right?” I asked. “This wasn’t… too much?”

“I feel incredible. You are incredible.” He pulled me closer, and I nuzzled in.

The sun was dipping lower in the sky, and though I didn’t want to, I knew we had to get moving.