NOVEL SIMPLE His kiss started soft, but as he got a taste for her, the young lord grew more forceful. Mustering up enough will power, he broke free, “Why don’t we take a dip in the river?”
“So that’s why you dragged me out here, huh?” She replied coyly. “We barely even met and you…”
Gildroy grabbed her ass, causing her to squeal, “Don’t give me that… You were giving me bedroom eyes as soon as I walked into The Earl’s Crossing.”
She moved her tail out of the way, as he kneaded her cheek, returning to their kiss. His lips were soft, unlike the rest of his body. For a noble, he had a decent musculature.
Removing her shawl and lifting her dress, she exposed her plump caramel body to the moonlight. “So.. You noticed…?”
His eyes grew wide, reflecting her curvaceous figure. All the man could do was muster a gulp and a nod.
With a giggle, she helped him take off his loose shirt, “Tell me… What did you notice about me first…?” Her tone became breathy, something she remembered Stella did often to drive Samuel up a wall.
She took another cue from her past experiences as well: grabbing his hand, she placed it on her face, “Was it my gorgeous looks?”, her breasts, “My delectable tits?”, and finally back to her rear, “Or my juicy ass?”
His erection tightened his pants, painfully restrained within.
“Honesty, I was curious about your arm.” Hovering his nose a mere distance from hers, his breath was warm and smelled of the sweet liquor he was enjoying before they left together. “Tell me about that too…”
She took a second before she regained her confidence, “Some mysteries are better served after we have our fun…” Instead of taking the moment to visibly cringe, she leaned back into his lips before he digested what she even said.
“How about we go play in the water?” She stroked the throbbing member within his pants. Breaking from his hold, she sauntered over to the river, making sure to sway her bare hips with every step. Her butt jiggled with every step, heavy and tempting. The moonbeams danced off her exotic tones, she made sure to let him drink in her enviable figure.
Half of her cried in embarrassment and over the forgotten masculinity she once held dear. But the other half reveled in the attention and excitement.
Sending a chill through her spine, the water was frigid. Gently rushing along, she knew it would only get colder over the winter and faster in the spring. It really was the best time for a swim.
“Are you coming, big boy?” Sara called out to him, making sure to hide the dimming crest underneath the water. Her breasts hung to her belly button, so the undersides were occasionally lapped by the water, causing her blackened nipples to perk.
Gildroy snapped out of his daze. Shaking his head and blinking fervently, he took off to the riverside, trying to remove his boots whilst running. “O-of course! I invited you, after all!”
Her free hand found her vagina under the water, the current coldly tickling her lower lips. “Come on in, the water’s nice and cool!” Her snatch hungrily grasped her fingers, excited at the prospective meal it would soon enjoy.
Another nod from the noble as he began to shed his pantaloons, baring himself to the night as well. He was not unshaven, but mostly trimmed. His member refused to follow the rules of gravity and stood just as proudly as his ego.
A shame it was not as big though.
Gingerly picking his steps so as to not slip on the rocks underneath, he entered the river as well, slowly trudging his way over to her. “I’m guessing… I’m guessing you do this thing often?”
Seeing the thin shaking pale tallman, she could not help but feel sorry for him. This time, she took his hand and brought him near, “Nope. Can’t say I have, but it is a good idea though.”
She kissed him deeply, holding him near as the current flowed around them. His body began to warm as they shared their increasing body heat, contrasting the chill that encapsulated them. “How often do you do this?” Sara asked.
“The river? Or meeting a girl like this…?” Once more, the young lord grabbed her ass cheek, assertively trying to claim her as his, even just for the moment.
Feigning a thought, she looked upwards in a pondering manner, “Maybe both?” She returned to his gaze, his green eyes locked once more into hers, “You strike me as a playboy.”
Gildroy could not help but laugh. “Usually we do it on the side of the river, but I can’t say I dislike this!” He gripped her cheek, causing a slight moan to leak out from her, “But one thing’s for sure, you are certainly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been this close with…”
“How about we get even closer, then?” Sara lifted a leg onto his hip. Trusting him to hold her, it took a second to find his erect dick with just one hand. With a stroke for good luck, she slid him inside.
A now familiar rush took over.
Gildroy was no stranger to pleasuring a woman, something her last ventures certainly were missing. Plus, with him being fully under control of his facilities, she was excited to see what he could do of his own volition.
He thrust his way inside her, not even reaching as far as her fingers could. Thankfully, their location was interesting enough. Anyone enjoying a midnight stroll nearby would certainly see them. The thought of being caught heightened her sense of pleasure.
Kneading her ass cheek once again, she wrapped her leg around him tighter, hoping to pull him in more. Sara went for a kiss, something he thankfully reciprocated and worked into his methods.
His tongue was skillful around her slowly unwieldy one, the range of motion far more skilled compared to her imitation. He playfully nibbled hers, sending a shock through her real and fake bodies. Taking both her top and bottom holes, she felt like she was forced to feel good by the tallman heir. All her thoughts, worries and concerns faded as he pleasured her.
“Let’s…” He mustered between grunts, “Let’s go to dry land, I want to see all of you…”
Staying connected, Sara held onto the young lord as he lifted her and swam to the shallows. She felt his muscles work against the stream, something she was building a guilty pleasure for. Upon arriving, he bent her over, her face barely above the water.
She felt her heavy breasts heave with every thrust, making their own waves in the current. Her grunts grew louder as he finally found a way to press deeper. She was concerned he would feel her tail, but with the current rolling by, he may have just chalked it up to that.
Grabbing both cheeks, he grew more excited in his technique. His thumb teased her anus, a sensation she never felt, as he continued to work in and out of her vagina. “Goddesses be damned, you have this tight. I guess it’s off-limits?”
“I… I don’t know…”
Part of her felt that was a bridge too far. She never had a vagina before, something exclusive to this body, but her asshole? Her facsimile did not go that far, with her main body in charge of defecation, so it was entirely unknown territory. With her mind succumbing to the pleasure of womanhood, she had no time to be concerned with the functions it may serve.
“I understand… I’m already almost there.” His thrusts grew more erratic. She felt his scrotum tighten up, ready to shoot its load inside her hungry hole. Gildroy grabbed her waist tighter, accentuating her hips even more as he acted only on his most basic instinct.
“I’m not…! I’m not…!” She could not finish her sentence, his pace now twice as fast as it was before.
Suddenly, she felt a sting across her butt.
The loud smack echoed over the hills, quieting the wildlife around. As the pain settled in, she felt good.
Tightening around his manhood, she milked him for all he was worth.
“Eughhhh!” Gildroy slammed himself into her, trying to spread his seed as far as he could inside. Her tight lower mouth greedily sucked it in, grasping around his spasming dick, trying, no, begging to draw out more.
The succubus’s eyes rolled back, relishing in his act of reproduction.
And her act of feeding.
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“That…” Gildroy tried his best to catch his breath, barely able to draw his sword out from her, “That was the best thing I’ve ever done…!”
Sara rolled herself onto her back, the both of them having pulled away from the water, lying naked on the rocky riverbed. “Same…” She was not sure she meant it, but part of her genuinely did.
Her familiar’s crest began to glow neon pink once more, alight with renewed energy. Quickly rolling over to her side, she hid it with a quick glamour.
Sitting up, the young lord propped up a knee and overlooked the waterside vista once more. Drinking in the night’s beauty, all concerns of his nudity washed away with the current. “How much do I owe you for the night?”
As her sanity slowly came crawling back to her, Sara made sure to close her real mouth, wanting to capitalize on the all mana she drew from him. It was not a whole lot, but she did not have to cover for a missing mayor’s son.
“What do you mean?” She asked, wringing out her long white hair, water splattering against the rocks beneath her.
Breaking his captivation with the view before him, Gildroy turned to look at her, “You know… For the companionship? You are a…”
More than ever, across both lives, had Sara felt more embarrassment than this moment, “You thought I was… You thought I was a whore?”
“Well, I just-” His face twisted into a grimace, realizing the mistake he made, “Well, I asked you! I asked what you did for a living and you didn’t seem like you want to answer, so I assumed the worst, plus, you were trying to seduce me with your very sexual features and you followed along with me when I pulled you out of the bar and onto the river with very clear intentions and you took the lead in getting naked and going into the river so-”
On one hand, she understood. Most women would not follow a man they never met before into the dead of night and fuck him. But on the other hand…
“Even if I was a whore, why would you just lead into ‘how much do I owe you’?” She mocked his tone, deepening her voice. “Maybe I just thought you were handsome?”
Gildroy stopped for a second.
“You think that I-”
Sara stood, now trying her best to cover her features. She almost considered spitting out his cum. “‘Thought’, you dimwitted asshole! You know what?” Holding out her hand, she glared at him, trying not to catch his captivating green eyes, “You thought I was a whore? Then pay me like one.”
Mouth agape, the young lord sat shifting his focus from her hand to her eyes.
“100 gold, give it or I’ll call the guards on you.” If Sara could, she would have dealt with him herself, but unfortunately she focused her time on non-lethal spells.
Finally shutting his fly trap, he begrudgingly stood and picked his way over to his discarded pants. Pulling out a small bag, he counted a few coins to leave out before handing the bag over. “I’m sorry…”
Snatching the bag from his hand, Sara found her dress, slipped it on and began to wordlessly step over the levee.
“I want to see you again!” Gildroy shouted from the riverbed, already out of her sight.
Completely sobered up, she shook her head, “Stupid nobles. Act like they are the top shit on the shelf… Can’t even swing a sword…”
With the stars twinkling above, Sarakiel made her way back to Proudmane Manor with a full stomach.