Free Web NovelChapter 7: Sixty-nine
Stefan’s POV
Jonquil got up out from the mat and pulled on some kind of big, fluffy animal-skin wrap, the closest thing to a towel this planet apparently had. I was too pissed off about being interrupted to really appreciate the innovation behind the creation, by the way.
She had barely tied it off before the flap to the bathhouse opened without warning. No knock, no announcement, just a woman walking straight in like privacy wasn’t a concept anyone here had bothered inventing.
"Do these people not understand what doors are used for?" I muttered, annoyed, still half-hard and completely ignored.
Then I raised my head toward the entrance and all the irritation died in my throat when I saw who the intruder was.
The General...
She was even more devastatingly gorgeous up close than the glimpse I had caught from a distance earlier. She was taller than Jonquil at about 5 feet 7 inches, her skin was a deeper gold, like she spent more time under direct sun than anyone else in this camp.
Her breasts sat high and full, barely contained by a strip of leather that looked decorative more than functional, and her hips swayed with every small shift of her weight like her body had never once considered the idea of stillness.
She didn’t even glance at me, didn’t acknowledge my existence at all. She started talking to Jonquil directly, low and fast in that same half-growl language, and I genuinely couldn’t hear a single word she said.
I wasn’t listening, anyway. I was watching her mouth.
Her lips moved fast, full and dark, shaping words I didn’t understand but somehow couldn’t look away from. Every time she paused between sentences, her tongue flicked out briefly to wet her bottom lip, and my brain helpfully supplied about a dozen filthy ideas for what else that mouth could be doing instead of talking strategy with Jonquil.
I had swindled women smarter than me, prettier than me, richer than me. None of them had ever made my whole body go quiet just from watching their mouth move.
I caught myself wondering what that voice sounded like dropped low, right next to my ear instead of barked across a tent at someone else. Wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around my...
I hadn’t finished the thought when the System decided to make my day.
[MISSION 4: Make the General reach climax twice.]
[TIME LIMIT: 10:00:00]
"Now you’re talking, my gee!" I nearly laughed out loud.
Out of everyone on this entire planet, the System wanted me on the one woman who had they had been threatening me with to give my cock for dinner since the moment I landed here. The universe had a genuinely terrible sense of humor, and somehow, I respected it.
[REWARD: LOCKED]
[PENALTY:LOCKED]
I didn’t even get to finish reading the notification before the General turned to leave, the business with Jonquil apparently concluded.
My legs decided before I could rationalize. I was on my feet, moving towards the entrance.
"Excuse me, sexy..." I called out, almost lunging after her.
Yeah, almost because someone decided I wasn’t going anywhere. Jonquil’s hand caught my arm before I got two steps.
"Stay. Let us continue what we were doing." She said, her voice coming out lowly than it had been when she was with talking with the General.
She was feeling the heat already, wasn’t she?
"You don’t understand," I said with my eyes still fixed on the General’s retreating back, watching the sway of those hips disappear past the tent flap, "I’ve got ten hours to-"
I didn’t get to finish that sentence either. Jonquil simply lifted me clean off the ground like I weighed nothing, carrying me back toward the bathhouse the same way she had carried me out of the slave tent that morning.
"Put me down! This is ridiculous!"
"I’m a man, if you don’t seem to understand that. you can’t just carry me around like a sack every time you feel like it, it’s destroying my masculinity, damn it!" I bellowed.
Women back on earth would have flinched by my tone but this beastwoman only tightened her grip on me.
"Whatever it is that we did before," she said, ignoring my protest completely, "I want it to continue. It is pleasurable."
"Uhm?" My brows furrowed as I weighed it for exactly one second.
"Well, if she wants to continue, how can I not oblige as a gentleman?" A naughty smirk curved my lips slowly as I thought;
Ten hours was a long deadline. The General wasn’t going anywhere this planet didn’t already own. And what was currently being offered to me, free, no mission required, was not something I was built to walk away from.
"Of course you do. And since you are inexperienced, someone’s got to teach you properly." I told her while still being slung over her shoulder.
She set me down inside the bathhouse and dropped onto the animal skin, pulling her wrap loose without a hint of hesitation. She laid back immediately and closed her eyes, waiting.
I had a better idea than just picking up where we left off.
"I’ve got something even better," I told her.
Her eyes opened slightly. "What is that?"
"Babe, if you want to enjoy it thoroughly, you just need to follow my instructions. Don’t disobey." I said, staring at her intensely. She didn’t blink as she replied;
"Okay."
"Okay, daddy. That’s what you will say." I said smirking.
She blinked then as if she was going to protest, maybe ask me why she would say that or something but she did the opposite.
With zero hesitation, completely innocent, like she had no idea what those two words did to me, she repeated my words;
"Okay, daddy."
I gulped. My cock, already aching from two days of denial and one interrupted handjob, stood up like it had just been given new orders of its own.
Knowing there wasn’t any need to waste time again, I positioned myself over her, lined us up into a sixty-nine, and guided her face toward my cock.
"Put my third leg in your mouth. Hold it there. You’ll enjoy this more than you think."
She didn’t hesitate for even a second before doing as I had instructed.
My palms were still wet with the massage oil. I grabbed her hips, lifted them up toward my own face, and inhaled her cunt first.
"It smells like my favorite food..." I inhaled deeply then dove straight into the hole, my tongue working into her while my hands kneaded the soft curve of her ass, slick with the leftover massage oil.
As I busied myself with the meal in my face, she wasn’t idle too. Her mouth closed around me at the same moment, her warm tongue wrapping slow around my long cock.
The movement was clumsy and eager all at once, and just feeling her warmth and saliva around my cock... every coherent thought in my head scattered completely.
I shook.
Then, I pushed back until there was nowhere to push into again, until my cock was pressed heavily against her throat.
And what happened next wasn’t what I expected.
