Siron Red Pearl: From Carpet Awe to Shower Surrender
I successfully tail Siron into Siron Red Pearl, her momentum carrying us right through the entrance. But the interior—way flashier than the outside—nearly deflates my spirits. I've been in this city for four years, yet this is the first place I've seen with the entire floor covered in red carpet. Even Vizelin, who rakes in enough cash to own a three-story building, has plain marble floors.... How much money do you need to have the balls to lay carpet underfoot for filthy boots like these? I'm dying to know.
"You fucking moron. Everyone knows you're my slave, so quit gawking like an idiot and hurry up."
The second I glance away, Siron snaps at me, picking only the choicest gems to stab my heart. But this is the last time I'll put up with it. We'll see if she can keep trash-talking me from the bed. Tonight, I won't stop thrusting until my balls are drained dry and shriveled up.
I soothe my aching back and my already swelling cock, then hustle after her. Trailing behind draws eyes from everyone—mostly women who glance at me once, then shoot envious looks at the confident Siron striding ahead. The few guys dragged along or with their parties give me pitying stares. It pisses me off to no end, but with so many watching, I keep my mouth shut and just walk.
Thus, in this elevator-less world, I climb all five flights on foot.
"All clear."
Siron flashes something at the guards by the fifth-floor entrance, and they nod, opening the door.
"Whoa...."
"What, grateful? When's a gutter rat like you ever gonna see a place like this?"
Her words sting with brutal truth, but the fifth floor's spectacle blows the pain away. This is straight-up a luxury hotel lobby from Earth—like one with a few stars to its name. Plush wallpaper in rich hues, thick carpet underfoot, abstract paintings on the walls. It's so goddamn Earth it almost brings tears to my eyes.
"Hey, you crying?"
"Just sweat."
Guess today's emotional rollercoaster has me feeling sentimental.
"Once we hit the room, I'll probably bawl my eyes out."
I might not cry, but I'll make her squirt plenty. Grumbling inwardly, I finally reach the door to our destination.
Beep!
Holy shit, did someone from Earth make this? Siron swipes a fancy card on the door, a soft blue glow pulses out, and with a familiar click, it unlocks. Inside looks just like a hotel room minus the appliances.
Click.
The door shuts. Siron kicks off her iron boots and slips into the fuzzy slippers waiting below.
"You fucking moron. Shoes off, slippers on here. Got it?"
I nod, pretending I didn't already know better than anyone.
As I step in, Siron seems kinda excited? She starts pointing out every fixture with bubbly energy.
"A slumdog like you would never use this stuff in your life. You do it like this...."
From the shower with its mysterious mechanics to the king-size bed pinnacle of luxury, and even the magical gadget acting like a fridge.
"I'll shower first then. Don't dirty shit up—sit on the floor and wait."
Her usual prickly bullshit, but I spot her neck flushing pink below the jawline.
Shhhh!
Water rushes from the bathroom. I stand, strip naked in a flash, and toss my clothes in the corner.
Throooob!
"Perfect."
Even after five loads milked by that temple priestess, yesterday's holy water works wonders—my cock stands prouder than ever. Battle-ready, I ease open the bathroom door and slip in.
"Hmm~"
Steam fills the room thick and hot already. Through the haze, Siron's back is to me, humming away.
I shut the door soft and creep closer.
Shhhh!
Warm water pours endlessly from the ceiling showerhead, soaking her red hair into wet strands. Flawless white back, cinched waist. And that juicy ass swaying side to side with her tune.
"Ahem!"
She freezes mid-sway at my cough right behind her. Instinct screams: screw up now and I'm dead. I blurt,
"Th-the guild manual says slaves handle bath service too. I'll leave if it's a bother."
"B-bother? Ha, why would it be? I was dreading the hassle anyway—perfect timing, you prick."
Gruff and shameless as ever.
"Well then, shall I... wash you?"
Her back still turned, ass out like a challenge. I grin ear to ear.
"I'll do my best."
"Whatever."
She snorts, still facing away. I smirk and get to work.
Snap.
First, kill the shower. Water stops pounding the floor; now it's just our breaths echoing.
Squish squish!
I grab the jar labeled Body, squeeze thick white lotion into my palm. Rub it up—foam just like expected. Grinning, satisfied.
"Here we go."
"You've been saying that—hic!"
My soapy hands hit her back; a squeak slips from her lips, gone in a flash. I play dumb and keep going.
"Ngh... hnnng...."
Smooth back to tapered waist—her tremors buzz through my palms. I trace the curve up, till my hand hits her silky-smooth armpit, not a hair in sight. No resistance even there? Game on.
"Hic...."
"They say bigger tits mean more shoulder knots."
Arm slipping forward, I cup her underboob—too big for one hand—and knead slow. Heavy, perfect heft; shape shifting under my fingers. Her breaths quicken. I splay my palm wide, stroking full.
"Y-you... how long you gonna... grope me?!!"
I press and roll her rock-hard nipple; she finally snaps.
"Traditional tribal massage. Like... this...."
"Sh-shut—ngh... ahn!!"
Pinch, twist, rub the firm gumdrop nips. Her body shivers wild.
Shudder shudder.
Tug 'em; she quakes, breath catching. Soon, warm liquid trickles from the cooling floor onto my feet. First orgasm confirmed.
Legs usually buckle, but she dips her knees just enough to ride it out. Arms that gripped my elbow go limp. She's done fighting.
"W-wait... what're you—hic?!"
Slurp slurp, schluuuurp.
I hug her tight, lips devouring her nape and shoulder. Fingers from nips dive between her thighs, middle one rubbing her bald slit before plunging in.
"Itchy—ahn, w-wait... you bastard... gah!!"
Soaked folds part; I graze her swollen clit like a nipple. Her head snaps back toward me.
"Hic, ahn... grrrk!!"
Shark teeth gritted, eyes half-rolled white—feral face. I can't hold back; crush my lips to her half-open mouth.
"Mmph!! Mph! Mph.... Mmm... chuuurp...."
She startles at the kiss, flinches as my tongue taps her teeth—then parts 'em, sucking mine in. My turn to fluster; eyes squeezed shut, I watch her awkward tangle and slobber while fingering deeper.
Schlick schlick schlick♥
"Nnghphuuuuh!!"
"Don't hold back—cum hard."
Whisper in her ear; her back bows like a bowstring, head on my shoulder, quaking.
"Hah... hah... haa...."
Just now she clenched her jaw to hide it; now tongue lolling half-out after two goes, totally broken. Still panting from the second peak, I slot my precum-drooling, slick cock into her ass crack.
"Hic...! W-wait!!"
"Not backing out now, are ya?"
She jerks and flails at the contact; I scowl, and her half-lidded eyes dodge mine for the first time.
"N-not that...."
"Then what?"
Is this what they call a pushover? Not night yet, but whatever. Her weakness fuels my cockiness; I press harder.
She stammers, mouth flapping.
"F-first time... on the bed...."
Her usual foghorn voice now a ticklish whisper—adorably cute demand. I snap; rinse the foam rough and scoop her up.
Outta the shower, I hurl her onto the bed.
"Ahhn!! Y-you little sh—hic?!"
"Little what? Finish your sentence."
"......Fucking moron. S-so hard like that... I turn you on that much?"
"That much?"
I chuckle at her glued stare on my abs-slapping monster, climb on, wedge between her thighs. Legs splayed cheap, but no kick my way. Grinning, I nudge my rigid cock against her dripping entrance.
"So horny I'll fuck till my balls are empty. Get ready."