Chapter 171 – Intense negotiations. [Erotic Content]


    “You are interestingly open about this,” Lydia said, once he had caught up with her.


    “Jane and I have an agreement where I am allowed to sleep with other women, as long as I tell her and she has a veto. She is just about the best thing that ever happened to my life,” John answered.


    “Evenpared to your powers?” Lydia probed.


    “Definitely a close second, considering they are what enable me to live like this, but if I had to choose what I’d give up, my powers would be the answer every time. To be honest, I find it more interesting that YOU are this open about this,” John spoke his thoughts.


    “Mhm, I guess that is understandable,” Lydia sighed, “You call me uptight and I guess there is truth to that usation. However!” She focused on him intensely. Her greyish-blue eyes, at the same height as his, were an open door into her feelings. Curiosity, greed and barely held back desire dwelled in them. John could feel his pulse increase at the sight. “I am also a young woman. When I hear your girlfriend scream through the whole house several times in one night I cannot help but wonder.” She suddenly was very close, and now all that John could see were those eyes of hers, those dark eyshes, finely swung, set around them. The red-brown of her eyebrows and, apanying all of that, a slight fragrance of steel and citrus. “What heights of pleasure are you capable of giving?”


    A door opened. Lydia stepped away and through the opening. She stopped in the frame and waved. He followed. A series of intuitive and swift motions.


    “Your girlfriend is right when she says we should get along. I will try to be less… firm,” Lydia continued. John quickly followed her. The metal buttons of her uniform started undoing themselves as she walked towards the bed. “In return you include me in your debaucheries. If we lose the tournament, I will at least be a rtionship richer. If I be queen, I don’t believe I will have time for love. Either way, and in this I will be honest…” She stared at him again, her shirt parted, the soft rise of her breasts partly visible. “…if you don’t make me scream like her, I will regard this indulgence as a great mistake.”


    “I will,” John assured her. He only took a quick look at the room. Of note were the piano with the metal keys in a corner and the mountain of paperwork on the massive mahogany desk. It could also have been described as a half-open office, really. The desk had extensions that grew along the whole wall it stood on and up to the ceiling. Hundreds of drawers and small surfaces artistically formed together into a unit that hadplete function over form. John noted that theptop on the main part of the desk was a in green office type thing.


    With they of thend acquired, his eyes naturally drifted back to the princess. Her military coat glided off her shoulders and floated towards a hanger. Stepping towards her queen-sized bed, Lydia elegantly turned around, plopped down, and shot the Gamer a slight and inviting smile.


    Strands of her brown hair loosely framed her face, contrasting her greyish eyes wonderfully. Her ruby red lips were alluring to a degree that John had not thought possible. Curved in that little smile, their shape was emphasized. Neither too thin nor too full, her mouth was a work of art. No matter how many words of iron she shaped with them, the feminine beauty was retained.


    His gaze glided down. In nothing more than light brown pants and a tailored golden shirt, she sat there. The bronze buttons of her shirt glinted softly in a sudden ray of sunlight, entering through the backyard facing window. The gold was caught by her hair and made the red undertone win over the brown for a moment, giving her braided hair the colour of pure copper.


    The hunger in his stare must have made even the Princess of Steel a bit flustered, as she started ying with the tip of her braid. “Your open desire is ttering, John,” she said, her steel-d voice melted to a softly demanding tone, “but I would prefer it if I wasn’t the only one stripping.” The front of her open shirt parted a little wide, the buttons pulled by her will.


    John smirked and opened his windows. At first, Lydia raised an eyebrow at his seemingly nonsensical motions. By the time he had walked up to the bed, he had navigated to the proper ce. Before she could ask what he was doing, his shirt suddenly vanished.


    “Oh?” Lydia eyed his chest with a pleasing degree of surprise. “From your stature and title, Gamer, I expected a lot less.” She sat up and began to run his hands over his midriff and up to his pectorals and shoulder. The inspection was thorough and John took more than a bit of joy from it. “You are quite well built. The definitions are impressive,” she muttered herplimenting analysis, while tracking the line between his abs with her index finger. She stopped at the rim of his pants.


    “Well, I have shown you mine, mind returning the favour?” John asked, his tone barely masking his lust.


    The princess'' soft smile became a little broader for a moment. “No, I do not,” she purred. Her bra magically loosened. Before John knew exactly what was happening, Lydia was alreadypletely naked, her pants and panties pulling themselves off her legs while her shirt and bra floated away. “I do enjoy your thorough attention. So…,” Lydia backed away, taking her ce in the middle of the bed, “…I invite you to ravish me with your eyes.”


    Dropping onto the bed immediately, John slowed his hungry crawl only to do as she had suggested. From top to bottom, he devoured her body with his gaze. Her bust was only slightlyrger than Rave’s, her midriff simrly athletic, without reaching the realm of defined or muscr. Lydia rolled onto her side, then her chest, giving John the full view of her elegantly curved back and hips. Her ass was not as wlessly round or full as Rave’s, althoughparing her to subjective perfection was unfair. Lydia’s ass was, by all reasonable standards, attractive. Pleasingly curved, visibly jiggly, taut in all the right ces and squishy in the others.


    Lydia was taller than his other girls, except Smander. Her copper hair was unique, she was of clearly European descent, and her controlled bodynguage wasrgely retained, even while mixing with desire. She was another fully individual woman who let John get this close to her.


    Even though he had gained so much sexual experience with a variety of loving partners, the realization still made his heart flutter a bit. There was pride in all of this. A sense of conquest. Lust and greed, as well. For all of that, he refused to look at her as a casual hook up. She wasn’t just a means to satisfy an urge. She would be his partner for what happened next.


    Lydia was on her side again. Her greyish-blue eyes followed his motions anticipatingly.


    John finally contacted her meticulously clean skin. His hand glided first up her side and then back down to her beautiful legs. Heid down next to her, one handing to rest on her firm ass. In front of him was her gorgeous face again. Those perfect lips, they had his attention for a few moments, before he looked down at her honeypot. A finely trimmed triangle of hair decorated her mons, the rest of her remained free of even a single strand.


    Weighing his options, John decided to change course. ‘Best show that I know how to please.’ That was the logic that made him move his head to where his crotch had been. Following the motions of lust, he brought his mouth closer and gave her half-hooded clit an affectionate kiss. A soft sigh marked the princess’ approval and he moved with more confidence.


    Whispers of want reached his ears. “Yes, like that…” “Continue…” “y with my clit.” Many such quiet and fading sentences, broken apart by seconds of coos and gasps. The desire made herbia swell and John’s actions grew more demanding in tandem. “Yes, more like that,” she requested.


    John decided to ignore her.


    Grabbing her ass and hips with both hands, he lifted her bottom from the bed. Fingers sunk into soft flesh, as he pulled her wet crotch against his waiting tongue. Immediately, he pushed inside.


    Lydia was prepared for many things but not the Pussy Eating Skill of the Gamer. Guided by both the Passive and the actual practice he had gotten from months of almost daily sex, usually at least twice a day, he located her most sensitive spots swiftly. Sighs turned into moans. The strong-willed princess seemed to be adamant on controlling her volume. John saw that as a challenge.


    “I -mhm-, can’t lea-ah-ve you alone in pleasuring.” The words were apanied by the loosening of his pants. John couldn’t help her, no force in this world could have convinced him to let go of her tight ass for long enough to unequip his pants. Not that she needed the help. His pants practically unzipped themselves thanks to her powers, and, even with lust-trembling hands, the princess had no problem pulling down his boxers. “Hmmmm,” she let out a very pleased sound at the sight of his cock.


    The princess wrapped a soft hand around his cock and gave him a few testing pumps. Her breath caressed the head of his dick, slick with precum. It only took a moment for her mouth to follow. Imagining those intensely red lips stretching around his member made John groan. Slowly, she took him deeper inside her wet, hot mouth.


    The princess was no virgin but neither was she notably experienced, and so she barely got a third of his dick down before she had to pull back. “It’s just too big,” she cooed, pleased. Failure to take him deeper only made her change her strategy. Rather than force the issue, she worshipped his length with licks and kisses. Bit by bit, she explored his own weak points. She coated his cock with the mixture of spit and precum. All of it slippery, her hand took over, pumping up and down his length. Her mouth concentrated entirely on what she wasfortable taking in, bobbing back and forth, creating depraved slurping sounds that no one ever expected from a royal.


    John knew he would outst the princess. The quiver under his tongue, the shudders that went through her whole body and the vibrations that spread over his dick from her moans all indicated how close she was. However, something was holding her back. Whether that was just her wish for more or something physical was difficult to say. Women wereplicated.


    ‘Let’s try a little something,’ John thought. One of his hands moved from its tense hold of her ass over to the valley between the cheeks. He wetted his middle finger in her excess juices. Then, he pressed the digit against her sphincter.


    Lydia let out a surprised, short shout. Backing further away from his cock, she began to say something. It was swiftly overturned by high-pitched cries. She kept pumping his cock with jittery, slow motions. That was all she managed, while he worked both of her holes. Suddenly, she had her lips around his dick again, taking him deeper than ever before.


    It onlysted a moment, then she came.


    Throwing her head back, she screamed loudly. The bliss overpowered her self-control. Prolonged, the sound bounced off the walls and out the open door. For a solid five seconds, she was tense. Then, a thorough tremble loosened her. Her teeth snapped shut. One quiet grunt, then throaty moans. That was all the sounds John was treated to from that point onwards.


    Tongue removed, John just watched her pretty pink folds twitch. He let her ride out the remainder of her orgasm. When the twitches and moans ebbed away, he sat up and locked eyes with the princess. “Ready for more?”


    “How did you know I would like that?” Lydia wanted to know.


    “Observe tells me many things. The rest is context clues. I took a bit of a gamble.” Apanying his words, John moved the princess around. She could have resisted his gestures, she clearly had the will and the power to do so, but instead she let him do as he wanted. Soon, he had a German royal face down, ass up in front of him. A fresh drop of precum trickled down his drenched cock at the realization.


    “You… know my sexual preferences?” Lydia looked over her shoulder, attention dashing back and forth between his cock and his face.


    “No, I just know what between vaginal, anal, and oral encounters you had the most,” John exined, then pped the glorious gap between the twin spheres of her ass with his cock. “I think you can keep your questions forter.” In agreement, Lydia’s eyes snapped to his cock. “Here?” John asked, angling his cock to tease her drenched pussy. “Or…?” The engorged tip dragged upwards, leaving a stick trail over her taint, before arriving at her twitching sphincter.


    Lydia audibly breathed. She tried to keep it limited to a controlled rhythm, but lust was clearly getting the better of her. She was flushed from the roots of her hairs to her wiggling toes. The pleasing shape of her hips swayed left to right, then she pushed against his rock hard erection. “You may shove your dick up my ass.”


    Not the sexiest choice of words but it worked for John. He held onto her waist with one hand and slowly eased his cock into her asshole. He had less experience with the backdoor, but he did still have some, thanks to his elementals. Where all of their pussies were unique, the tight cavern of their asses was remarkably simr to what he now, slowly and carefully, pushed into.


    For all the experience John had, he underestimated just how much of a butt slut he was dealing with.


    He was barely a quarter in, when a sudden aftershock made the princess grunt in animalistic delight. Fingers dug into her nket, furtherpromising the order of her made bed. wing turned into fists. John would have interpreted that as a bad signal, if she hadn’t continued to twitch and moan like an experienced whore – except all of those sounds were genuine.


    John leaned in with his whole body, to keep pushing past the gripping ring of her sphincter. Lydia threw her head back. Her breathing was ragged, the constant throaty sounds devoid of any kind of intent to sound sexy and filled entirely with raw bliss. It sounded like he was scratching an itch in a ce she just had not been able to reach.


    “Pull out,” she suddenly demanded.


    Confused, John still obeyed as his first instinct. He had been almost all the way inside. His confusion was short lived, however. In a flurry of needful motions, Lydia rolled onto her back again. She gripped her own legs and pulled them back, until her ass was raised and her knees nearly next to her head.


    “All – the way – in!”


    Certain, John immediately obeyed his first instinct. He got on top of her, grabbed her legs for her, and bent her the rest of the way. Lydia let out an impatient grunt. Once again, she wed at the sheets. He effortlessly aligned himself with her agape, twitching backdoor. Then, he mmed into her as hard and fast as biology allowed.


    Lydia’s body was folded into a fuckable bundle, her sphincter was loosened to the point that John could draw back with barely any issue, and her insides were pressing against all of his manhood when he was back inside.


    Decently-sized breasts jiggled between the frame of her nicely toned thighs. Toes curled, fists and teeth clenched, her head flew back again and her pussy gushed. John fucked her with the weight of his entire body behind each thrust. The position made speed difficult, but he could make her and the entire bed shake.


    He could and did. Each time he drove into the depths of her backdoor, the princess screamed. Gone was any resemnce of control. With depraved, flustered eyes, she followed each in and out of his cock. John had never seen any of his girls react to their ass getting fucked this hard. He far from minded. He loved it. He loved it like he always loved watching his actions drive his partners crazy with pleasure.


    “Yes – Yes – Yes – Yes!” Lydia’s eloquence was eliminated, all she could do was repeat that single word each time his groin met her shapely bottom. Loud ps underlined each cry. Everyone in the house could hear. Everyone in the house should hear. John was happy for them to know that he was doing just as well with Lydia as he was with all of them – and for them to fantasize about the next time he would get to them.


    Lydia managed to rx one of her hands. Feverishly, she began rubbing the button at the top of her overflowing cunt. Not even the single word managed to escape her now. She was all jitters and vibrations. Adrenaline and need mixed into euphoria. Her eyes were opened wide, her tongue pushed softly past the sensuous curve of her red lip.


    The sight spurred him. He elerated as much as he could, feeling his own orgasm beckoning. Despite his best attempts, she came first. He heavily doubted it was only her second orgasm. Fact was that it was her most intense one. All the tiny vibrations coalesced into intense jumps. John had to strain himself to keep her legs pinned down, plunge into her a few more times and then, finally, unload himself.


    “YEEEEEEEEEEES!” Lydia’s scream rivalled the excesses ofst night.


    Spurt for spurt, he pumped into her backdoor. Muscles twitched, pressed against him. The ever-strict princess underneath him squirted all over herself. Wave after wave of clear pussy juice rained down on her curled up midriff and tits. John felt another surge of cum pump into her. His balls tightened relentlessly. His nerves were on fire.


    Like that, they remained. It could have been seconds or minutes, John was incapable of knowing. Eventually, he inhaled deeply. Slowly, he pulled out. Then, he let go. Lydia’s legs flopped down and she justy there, twitching and panting.


    “That was… you did make me scream….” Lydia said all she could, swallowing to get some control back. She actually seeded, slowly evening the rhythm of her expanding and contracting lungs.


    “Want to go another round?” John offered.


    The princess eyed him as if he was insane, then looked at his cock. He wasn’t fully hard, but it would only take a few minutes for him to recover. Shaking her head, Lydia denied him that opportunity. “I will need some time to recover from that.” A long, satisfied sigh left her. “That was… tremendously helpful as a stress reliever… I will be approaching you again soon. For now though… leave me to clean up after myself.” It was against John’s instincts to just go after pounding a woman into the mattress, but her soft gaze convinced him to nod. “Oh,” she spoke up, when he was about to close the door, “and do inform Rave that I am open to coborate with her next time.”