by Albion, Rex
Vandal stroked his left hand down her flank, his tongue still buried in her welcoming mouth and his right hand possessively cradling her head. Roxy whimpered into his mouth when his fingers found her wet lips, and he used her arousal to lubricate his fingers and thumb. He pulled back from her mouth, so he could hear the noises she was making, unmuffled by his lips, as he slipped two big fingers into her pussy.
It was delightful. The sounds she made were musical and filled with longing. With a simple touch of his fat thumb on her clit, he had her shuddering against the bars, gasping and panting. Vandal was cruel. He used every ounce of knowledge he had, to hold her back from coming, yet drive her to the edge.
He’d had enough complaints about changing the rhythm of his tongue or his fingers when a woman he was with wanted to come, that he knew he shouldn’t do it. Because it would let their rise to orgasm fall back, when they need to keep up that same motion once it had been found that pushed them ever onward toward that delicious peak.
Roxy, he thought, needed him to tease her though, not just bring her off as quickly as possible. He wanted her to impress her, give her what she needed, and he was gambling on her not wanting an immediate release. So, he tried to detect a pressure, a motion, a depth of penetration that improved on the last as he worked his fingers inside her and thumb against her needy clit. Then back off, before he sent her over the edge.
Vandal had no idea how long he had her rising and falling, but she was slick with sweat and panting hard, when the look in her eyes changed. It went from pure pleasure to a slight wrinkle of the skin around her huge goblin eyes, as if on some level she was suffering. He smiled at her, enjoying the recognition in her eyes that her prolonged torment wasn’t a failure to make her come, but a demonstration of his control. Of course, what she didn’t know, was how delighted he was that he’d faked it as if he actually were some kind of sex god.
When he kissed her, she responded desperately and he pulled back, putting his lips to her unusual, but beautiful ears. They were almost triangular and six inches long, and quivered when his wet lips met their whorls and ridges.
Roxy whimpered, and he realised her ears must be incredibly sensitive, far more so than human ears perhaps. That was interesting and would definitely require further experimentation if he could possibly keep her interested, and he was now determined to do so.
“Come for me, Roxy,” Vandal whispered in her ear, as he switched immediately to the technique that had got the most pronounced effect on her. He kissed her ear lobe softly and teased her ear with his tongue.
Roxy cried out, trying to hold the noise down, but she wasn’t in control. Vandal was, and there was no pity from him. He wrung her orgasms from her, one after the other, his tongue playing against her ear clearly adding to her pleasure. Vandal had no idea how many times she came in a row, but he only stopped when her moans did, and her legs buckled under her, dropping her to her knees. His barbarian strength from his thick arms and washboard stomach, could have held her up, but he wanted her to experience the loss of control.
It was amazing. He’d fingered her into some kind of semi-conscious state and if he’d not kept his hand behind her neck, he was sure she’d have fallen back against the bed, instead of panting to get her breathing under control and staring at him through half lidded eyes.
Vandal loved the image of her open mouth and he dropped to one knee to match her height, offering his wet fingers to her lips. Greedily and without any hesitation or attempt to shy away, Roxy drew his fingers into her mouth, and her tongue played against his fingertips. He felt an intense pressure as she sucked at his thick digits, using her tongue and lips to clean her arousal from him. Fuck, she was hot.
“Good girl,” he said. “Good girl.” Roxy recovered her breath slowly and her eyes cleared a little.
“That was lovely, Sir. It was. Amazing.”
“You did well. Shall I get you out of there now, hmm?” Vandal asked, expecting her to agree now she’d got what she wanted.
Roxy shook her head, “More.”
“More?” Vandal laughed. “That wasn’t enough proof that you’re going to serve me well?”
Again, she shook her head, “I want my weapon. I need it.” Once again, she was eyeing his crotch and he couldn’t deny that beneath the codpiece he was still rock hard. This body wasn’t just impressive for its muscles, low body fat and reflexes. His cock felt amazing, and the pressure of his glans against the leather was an uncomfortable delight.
“What do you want, Roxy? Tell me, what you need,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear again, and enjoying her shiver of pleasure.
“Your cock, Sir. I need your cock.”
“Need it?”
Roxy looked up at him, pleading for his weapon.
“I need you in my mouth, Sir. I want to suck your cock. Please. Fill my mouth,” Roxy pleaded.
Vandal didn’t answer, he released her head, and swiftly tugged his codpiece down, releasing his erection and presenting it to her. Once his cock was free of restraint, it soon rose up, fully engorged and he thought for a moment, as her huge goblin eyes widened in surprise, that he had set the sliders a bit too high during character selection.
“Oh, Sir. How could you stand it? You look so swollen. But you were so giving, while you needed my service so badly,” she said. “Please, won’t you allow me to give you the release you need?”
Vandal rose to his feet again, and presented his erect cock to her open mouth, reaching out between the bars, to hold her head between his hands. Her long, wide tongue was out as far as possible, and he considered shoving his cock in hard. An impulse made him slowly push his hips forward, until his deep purple glans touched her tongue.
Immediately, she responded trying to lick him, but he teased her. He didn’t let her take his head all the way into her mouth, just lick and kiss it, while she ran her tongue over its velvet skin.
Then he pulled back and she made a mew of disappointment, until he took her chin in his right hand, and put his thick thumb to her tongue, allowing her to suck it hungrily. She was insatiably, sucking on him as if he’d allowed her the pleasure of his cock. A faded memory of something he’d tried with an ex that she had told him was just porn film nonsense, floated to the surface of his mind.
Vandal smiled down at Roxy and tried it again. Was she going to react any better? He pressed his thumb down, in the centre of her tongue, pressing it against the bottom of her mouth. Roxy moaned, a deep and suggestive sound in the back of her throat as he held her tongue in place.
It looked uncomfortable, but while his ex had gagged, coughed, teared up and complained at length, Roxy loved it. If he held her mouth open lusty sounds came from him, if he let her have some movement, she sucked at him as hard as she could, practically begging him for more.
Throughout, he remained rigid, and he marvelled at his arousal. When he removed his thumb, he finally let her have his cock, relaxing his hands after pulling her head back a little. He let her suck the first few inches, rolling her tongue expertly over his glans as he groaned loudly. His own audible approval heightened her efforts, and she did everything she could to ramp up the pressure.
Vandal let her suck for a few agonising minutes, as she happily pleasured him. He’d never been with a woman he’d been so into any element of sex. Not that his girlfriends had been uninterested but, like him, they’d been younger than he was now, perhaps not so experienced and certainly not so kinky as Roxy. He took her head back into his control, pulled her back from the bars as he slid his cock out of her mouth.
Roxy took a chance to get some more lungfuls of air in. “Do you want more, Roxy?” he asked.
“Fuck yes, your cock is amazing, Sir. I could suck it all day.”
“We don’t have all day, though that does sound perfect.”
Roxy gave him a knowing look, grinning and licking her lips. “I promise you won’t last that long today, Sir. I want you to come hard and give me your seed, and I’m going to have my
way soon. All your lovely, hot, American come in my slutty English mouth. You’ve never had a blowjob from an English goblin, have you, Sir?”
Vandal pressed himself up against the bars, his hips pressed as close to the metal as possible, giving her access to every inch. His engorged head brushed against the outside of her cheek as she stared up at him.
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“I’m going to blow your mind, then,” boasted Roxy.
“I don’t think you understand how good our American girls are at giving head,” he said, “I seriously doubt you can beat their skills.” Of course, he was hoping that he was completely wrong about that and didn’t care about his country’s national pride on the issue.
“If I’m wrong, you can fill me with your spunk and spank me to put me in my place.”
“Oh really? What’s to stop you cheating so you get a spanking? It sounds like you want one.”
“No, Sir. I need one. I want it all, but you can spank me anyway. It’s up to you. I’ll do whatever pleases you, but you’re not going to need to do it over this bet.”
“Prove it, slut.”
He took the risk of trying some dirty talk and was relieved that Roxy wasn’t offended. So, far, she had glowed with approval every time he’d said, something dirty like that. She didn’t waste any more time, and her head immediately enveloped his whole length.
Now he was the one pressed up against the bars, his whitened knuckles holding them above his shoulders, his entire body straining forward. She had complete control. Some women would have sucked a few inches of this long, thick length he’d chosen in character generation, but Roxy, small though she was by human standards, swallowed him whole.
Her cheeks pulled in as she created the most intense suction he’d ever experienced and spared him no pity when she used her tongue to intensify his pleasure. Roxy reached one arm through the bars and pulled greedily at his bare arse, ensuring he couldn’t pull away, and kneading his buttocks with surprisingly strong fingers, as if she were getting revenge for pinching her nipple so hard earlier.
Vandal was surprised to find he enjoyed the uncomfortably firm grip on his backside, but it wasn’t comparable to the ecstasy of her other hand clamping around the base of his cock. Roxy had rubbed her hand all over her pussy until it was slick with arousal from her fingers to her palm, before she took him in hand. Then she used her hand and mouth in perfect tandem motions.
As her head bobbed down and his length filled her mouth, her hand slid down his shaft and then came back up right behind her lips as she pulled back up. Down until Vandal worried that the choking sounds she was making would turn into distress, then back up she wanted. Faster and faster, her tongue licking and her cheeks sucking ever more.
“Roxy, you wicked girl. I’m going to explode in your mouth if you don’t stop,” Vandal groaned, warning her so she didn’t get mad with him. That was never a good idea, to come without letting your girl know she could back off.
For the first time in his life, if being in New Albion counted which it seemed to, he got the opposite response. Roxy’s activity didn’t slow up and she didn’t back off. She piled on, her tongue applying new techniques as her fist pumped at his thick length.
Roxy was not lying about her skills. But unlike his manipulation of her pussy, Vandal knew for sure that she wasn’t doing this by pulling ideas from her limited experience and getting astoundingly lucky with the response. Roxy, his beautiful English rose, his sexy goblin submissive, had practiced this like it was the purest expression of her creativity. She must have sucked cock while alive with the sole intention of claiming some kind of UK wide championship title on the underground blowjob scene.
Maybe she’d had a wise and mature English fellatrix set her tasks to lick envelopes. “Lick left, lick right,” Lady Temple would order mysteriously, and Roxy would seal up another invitation to a garden party. On another day she’d be tasked with making sure the estates collection of bicycles was properly maintained and their tyres pumped to the perfect pressure. “Stroke up, stroke down,” Lady Temple would say.
As Vandal desperately tried to remain in control, until she backed off, he formed a fuzzy mental image of a cute red-headed English student, losing her temper at the inane chores Lady Temple set her. Finally, having demanded proper instruction in the noble art, as she’d been told by the baroness, that she would be, her mentor would give a sly smile, her student finally ready to move on to the next stage.
They would retire to a luxurious bedroom, where Lord Temple was reading the Sunday morning papers, which Vandal was sure he’d seen enough from British TV that it appeared to be a national obligation for the nobility.
Lady Temple would order her student to undress her first, then have her strip and be quick about it, before pulling off her mature husband’s pyjamas with evident lust and speed. Roxy, the beautiful young woman, naked and unsure how she was supposed to be capable of handling the rampant erection that Lady Temple had put her on all fours on the giant bed, to face, would complain she hadn’t any idea what to do.
The noble would simply push her face at the thick length of meat, snapping when she failed to do her duty properly. “Stroke up, stroke down”, she’d say, wrapping the student’s hands around her husband’s erection and repeating the phrase until she cottoned on and began to work it like a bicycle pump.
When his fantasy reached the point of Lady Temple ordering Roxy to lick the turgid head of Lord Temple’s outsized member, Roxy was doing something to him that he could no longer ignore. Amazingly to Vandal, she hadn’t backed down for a second, to save herself.
At the moment his climax was given voice, she had instead, perfectly positioned his cock to explode over her tongue, into her waiting mouth. Vandal had watched any number of porn videos where this was attempted but rarely was the cumshot so expertly caught as Roxy did.
Vandal’s thick, hot seed pumped into her mouth, in gout after gout, thickly coating her tongue. She didn’t flinch, and even her eyelids barely flickered in response to the incoming cum. What didn’t cover her tongue, went to the back of her mouth, as Roxy’s hand delicately caressed his balls.
When his cock stopped pulsing, she shifted her hand back up around his shaft so he couldn’t move away, and leaned back a little, giving him the perfect view of his hot, thick white cum pooled on her tongue and filling her mouth as deep as he could see. The light in her eyes could have lit a room and she looked at him as if to say that she’d told him so. He nodded appreciatively as she waited, drawing out the moment just long enough to feel like it was his to control again.
“Swallow,” he croaked, barely able to believe his luck.
Roxy tipped her head back and let him see his spunk disappear as she gleefully swallowed it. He didn’t have to tell her, she just guzzled it back and wiped a finger around her lips to catch any stray pearls and swallow those down like a good girl should. There was so little spillage because her aim had been so perfect.
Vandal found it exciting to imagine how many times she might have done this to get so good at it. He might have been offended if it had been his girlfriend, in years past, when he was young enough to imagine that was a bad thing, and jealous of guys he stupidly thought were rivals.
But with Roxy, he was proud of her evident experience, and that she’d shared it with him. Happy that her skills were so impressive. That she wanted him even if it was just this one time, felt like an honour.
As her wet mouth enveloped him again, to suck his still engorged cock completely clean, Vandal had to grip the bars tightly lest he collapse much as she had. Finally, she was done, and she sat back on her heels, kneeling before him, looking completely comfortable at the things she’d just done.
“Well?” she asked, expectantly.
Vandal sighed. “Very well, I concede that my beautiful goblin slut is the most accomplished cock sucker I have ever experienced, and her skills are superbly advanced. You are, Roxy, a revelation and the girlfriends I’ve had b
efore are absolutely not in your league.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy and contented. That was when the game interrupted them with a notification.
New Lover: It’s good to have friends, and you’ve made a new one. Treat them well. 500 XP
New Sex Act: Eager to Please. You've received oral sex for the first time, you lucky thing. 25 XP
New Sex Act: She Doesn't Spit. Roxy swallowed your seed. 25 XP
“You’re welcome, Roxy, that was amazing. I can’t believe you got me off that quickly. I don’t mind telling you, I’ve found it takes a while for me.” He wasn’t unhappy with the experience boost either, but it seemed crass to mention it.
“I didn’t suck you off quickly. That’s a whole other type of blowjob, you’ll see,” Roxy said, winking at him.
“Wait, what?” Vandal asked blinking but she simply smiled and made a mime of zipping her lips.
“Fine, have it your way, but I’ll make you talk one day, if I have to spank you until that beautiful green bottom turns scarlet.”
“Well, Sir, I definitely can’t show you the fast techniques until that happens now, can I?”
“Roxy,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “you are a bad girl.”
“Thank you, Vandal.”
Chapter Six
Vandal found the key to Roxy’s cell hanging on the wall, just a few feet down the corridor from the bars. He would have expected a heavy cast iron lump, with a simple pattern but it was finely crafted like his sword and the lamps.
The lock worked as easily as if it were brand new, and still on its first coating of lubricant. He figured that was more about the quality of the work the artisan put in, rather than regular maintenance. This place was built to last.
Roxy caught him in a big hug as soon as she got out of the cell, “My hero!” Vandal returned the hug but hesitated to do more. “Do I get a kiss?” Roxy asked boldly, which answered that question.
Quest Completion: Rescue the Sacrifice. You rescued Roxy Lickspring before she was sacrificed by the dastardly cultists, which is good because it doesn’t count if you rescue people after they are murdered. 500 XP! Loot: 1 x Minor Health Potion.
