5. Noble
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"Mmmph... mmph..."
Evril writhed in a futile attempt to struggle, but Gophrid pinned the knots around her wrists from behind, while Yena leaned through the bars and lapped teasingly at her exposed white breasts. Hot saliva met her skin, swirling in circles to envelop the reddened nipples. Evril flinched as the warm wetness touched the taut peaks of her heaving chest. Yena's red lips extended a long tongue, sharpened to a point, flicking at Evril's nipple.
The cold press of the iron bars against her cleavage contrasted with the tight bite of the red ropes and the rigid tension in her sensitive buds. When Yena's hot lips engulfed one, sucking gently, a sharp tingle raced across her entire breast. As Yena drew the tip deep into her mouth only to release it with a soft pop, her plush tongue wrapped around it in languid circles, tormenting the hypersensitive peak. With each faint smack of suction, Evril's knees buckled.
As if anticipating it, Gophrid pressed her wrists downward whenever her body pitched forward, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out anew. Yena seized the opportunity, her swollen lips sucking greedily while her tongue coiled upward.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
A saliva-soaked cloth muffled Evril's mouth, allowing only meaningless whimpers to escape.
"Enough."
At Gophrid's command, Yena released her breast. In that instant, his fingers grazed between her buttocks from behind, delving into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Evril clamped her legs together at the touch below, but his hand probed deeper, stirring her sensitive folds. He withdrew his glistening fingers and held them up toward Yena.
"Is your skill lacking? My lady is still parched."
"I'm sorry, Master."
Yena bowed her head immediately at his reprimanding tone.
"Hmm. What position might suit her? The bars are sturdy for once."
Gophrid approached the cage, lost in thought. He tilted his head briefly before stepping close to Evril and whispering politely.
"It seems we'll need to untie your arms and bind them again, my lady."
"Mmph!"
"Of course, I dislike the hassle as much as you."
Gophrid turned her around, pressing her back against the bars. Facing him, Evril looked up at his towering frame, and he offered a gentle smile.
"It'll be over quickly."
With deft hands, he loosened the cords around her wrists, slipped her arms behind the bars, and rebound them tightly. Now she stood with her back to the iron, arms hooked behind her. Gophrid nodded in satisfaction, then opened the cage door beside him.
Yena emerged slowly from within, prompting a frown from him.
"On all fours. Crawl to her, ass up."
Yena dropped to the floor at once, raising her hips high as she crawled toward Evril. From Evril's standing vantage, it looked like a pet sauntering over playfully—disconcertingly intimate.
Yena reached her feet and looked up. Gophrid seized Evril's legs, spreading them wide apart. With her arms pinned behind the bars and legs splayed, she was fully exposed. At his nod, Yena craned her neck forward, pressing her face close between the gaping thighs. Her hot breath washed over the pink folds in a sudden gust.
Evril startled at the lewd sensation, instinctively trying to close her legs, but Gophrid gripped one thigh firmly, fixing her in place with a menacing glare.
"My lady, you'll find Yena's attentions most satisfying. She's specially trained, after all."
As he spoke, a soft, warm tongue made contact below with a wet schlick. Shame twisted Evril's brow; she squeezed her eyes shut. In the pitch darkness behind her lids, the sensations from below amplified vividly.
The hot, slick tongue flexed nimbly, probing every crevice of her sensitive folds. Even as Evril twisted her hips, the tenacious, sticky heat clung relentlessly, drenching her. Suddenly, a long, languid lick swept from bottom to top. The vivid jolt climbing her spine drew a muffled cry from her gagged mouth.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
Up and down, down and up—the broad tongue draped her like a steaming blanket, repeating the motion until ticklish tingles mingled with electric thrills, her body shrinking inward with illicit pleasure. Broad strokes yielded to pointed flicks, teasing vertically with firm softness, accelerating into a frenzy of wet slurps that sent dizzying waves crashing through her, inner thighs twitching uncontrollably.
Enveloping breaths and a writhing, living tongue burrowed deep, melting into her core, igniting primal lust that coiled around her entire body.
"Mmph, mmph... mmph..."
Arms bound behind her, Evril bucked her hips with stifled moans. Panting from the onslaught, she glanced down to see Yena buried between her legs, tongue delving deep. Each flick, swirl, and long drag along the inner seam sent sparks through her heated petals, making them quiver and clench.
As Yena's head rose gradually, so did her tongue. It grazed the hood and shaft of her clit in teasing passes—touching, retreating, repeating—until ragged breaths burst from Evril's nostrils.
"Hnnngh... mmph..."
Yena's pleasure was worlds apart from the men's crude fixation on penetration. She coaxed Evril toward clitoral ecstasy with expert precision. The dense, insistent tonguework built a prickling haze, shuddering through her waist. Light laps turned to firm presses, then heavy grinds; circling the throbbing nub before sucking it into her mouth—all senses converging there, as if her body drained away with each pull.
"Ah... ahh... mmph..."
Heat gathered relentlessly at her core. Fierce suction and rapid flicks flushed her cheeks; her vision blurred into a haze of mounting ecstasy. Soft, slick repetitions intoxicated her until her mind swam. The swollen peak vanished into hot lips.
"Mmmphngh, ngh, mmph..."
Hot saliva lapped and sucked voraciously, drawing her under into rapturous depths. Legs weakened, folds spasming wildly. The tireless tongue prolonged the torment until a molten core clenched body-wide, shattering in a blinding explosion of bliss as her head went white.
Her knees buckled, body collapsing forward—but the bars caught her halfway, leaving her slumped and quivering from head to toe, aftershocks rippling through her veins.
"It seems the lady is finally satisfied."
Gophrid murmured, eyeing her bowed head. Yena lifted her face, gauging his mood. He reached out, sliding fingers into her trembling inner thigh; the convulsing tunnel gripped them with slick, scorching eagerness.
"Though I have my preferences, something told me this spot needed tending."
Gophrid unbound her arms from the bars and forced her to her knees.
"Evril."
He seized her full breasts from behind, voice low.
"Fear not, my lady."
Her upper body still bound in red cords, the pale swells ended in nipples stiffened to crimson peaks under his grasp. Without pause, he gripped her waist and thrust his rigid length deep inside.
Still adrift in post-orgasmic haze, Evril stiffened at the invading hardness, clenching her ass. The overwhelming fullness stretched her deeply, moving slow at first—not the tearing agony of before, but a heavy, sweeping pressure that filled and withdrew in rhythmic strokes.
After several thrusts, her rigid spine softened into supple undulations. Her sensitized walls welcomed him, friction igniting feverish fullness. As her hips began to rock, Gophrid nodded to Yena.
Yena slipped between Evril's raised cheeks, tongue lashing the slick juncture where he plunged. The rearward pounding merged with sudden soft licks below; Evril's eyes widened in shock.
"Mmph, mmph!!"
As strength ebbed from her limbs, Gophrid clamped her waist firm. He savored the taut, engorged walls sucking him deeper alongside Yena's teasing laps, pistoning faster. Her viscous grip milked his thick shaft; the vise-like clench unleashed waves of ecstasy.
A fierce surge erupted from below; he clutched her waist, riding it out. As tremors faded, he slowed, savoring the final throbs before withdrawing.
With a thud, Evril crumpled to the floor, gasping.
"Clean it."
At Gophrid's order, Yena approached and lapped his slick member spotless. When she finished, he gestured again.
"The lady's as well."
"Yes, Master."
Yena dove between Evril's glistening thighs; Gophrid watched with delight. For her to respond in sync during their coupling—the western continent's gift proved most useful.
*-_-* Sometimes... there are moments when watching is nice,,,, ...right?