Exploring The Undiscovered Lands With A Slave Harem, Chapter 11: To The Reading Room
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Jutaana's bizarre high eventually settled down, but not before quite a long fuck session - long enough that even Whips got bored of watching, just wishing for the pair of us to have a "happy time of marital bliss" (which was, it turns out, enough to make Jutaana come) before moving away to chit-chat with Azanaga.

Once she was calmed down... well, first she just wound up leaning against the tree and panting, her breathing heavy as she rubbed her belly with a kind of sleepy giddiness. Eventually, though, she recovered enough to hop to her feet, bowing deeply to me. "I am being very sorry, Mmmmy husband!" She said, humming a bit as those words left her lips. "I am not knowing what was coming over me! Thank you for making love to me lots and lots even though I was being a bad woman," she said.

"It's alright, Jutaana," I told her, patting her head, and her tail twitched a bit. I would definitely have been enticed by that if it hadn't been for the fact that I'd been fucking her for the past hour or so. As it was, I was feeling rather exhausted from it. "We're going to take a break, then go back in the tower."

"Fucking really?" Azanaga asked, making me briefly jerk in surprise.

"Yes. Really," I told her. "We'll try some experiments to see what got Jutaana like that. It's not like it was dangerous."

"Yes! I was being good girl for Mmmmy husband, even when I was being, um, in different thinking way?"

"High," Azanaga offered flatly.

"It is being tower, yes, but I am meaning my thinking was being weird because of some tower-magic thing," Jutaana said.

"No, the word- whatever," Azanaga said, and I just settled down against the tower wall, resting against it. Jutaana wound up sitting down next to me and cuddling into me, her large, muscular body pressed into my own - and then Pichi came up from the other side.

"Now," Pichi said, "I'm not saying that we have to have sex right now, since you're obviously tired, dear, sweetheart, darling," she said, licking her lips. "But... you know, you fucked Jutaana a lot, and as your wife, and thus Jutaana's equal in our family, I deserve to get to blow you for at least that long. Longer, really, since all you have to do is lie back and let me take care of your fat young cock," Pichi said. She fluttered her eyelashes up at me.

"Sure, Pichi. If there's time tonight, you can suck me off for an hour."

"Mhm," Pichi said, humming and nodding. "This is the nature of the give-and-take relationship of husband and wife. You drag me down to the southern hemisphere to get killed by horrible monsters, and in return, I get to suck your cock all I want."

I idly patted her head and just leaned back against the wall - and at that point, I actually fell asleep, taking a quick little cat nap.

When I woke up, the sun hadn't moved much in the sky, but I was definitely aware that I had fallen asleep, particularly given that Jutaana had fallen asleep on top of me, head leaning against my shoulder. (Pichi had left rather than cuddle.) I tapped her on the shoulder, and she jerked awake instantly, her head spinning around to check the environment for any threats. Once she'd confirmed they weren't present, she shook her head clear. "Ah! Mmmhusband! Are we going to be going back into the tower now?" She asked, hopping to her feet as I more slowly rose to mine.

"Yes. Grab your sword. We're going to move slowly up," I told her. "Pichi, we'll need Akamarina. Eshenesra, I expect you to have our back with your spells."

Eshenesra seemed surprised by my speaking to her directly, but she nodded. "Yes, sir!" She declared with gusto, earning a faint chuckle from Whips - which made Eshenesra turn scarlet. "I mean, yes, husband," she corrected a moment later.

"It's cute," Whips said, her tail mildly slithering about behind her. "Calling your husband 'sir.' You should try it, Azanaga."

"I'm not calling him sir," Azanaga said, her voice chilly.

"Oh? Maybe something a little dirtier then, like..."

I didn't hear what Whips had to say, because at that point the rest of us were together, Pichi had summoned Akamarina, and we entered the tower. For a while, we milled about on the first floor, just to see if there was any magic affecting our minds - nope. Nothing happened other than a banal conversation between Pichi and Eshenesra about magical theory, and Voasary deciding that she'd rather rest on the first floor - away from Whips but not deeper into the mind-controlling tower - rather than follow us up.

When we got to the floor full of leather-bag goblins, Jutaana cut most of them apart again, with me and Akamarina picking up the slack - and afterwards, Jutaana was bouncing on her feet. "Ah! It is being happening again!" Jutaana declared. "Mmhm! But if I am getting fucked by mmmmy husband again to work the energy off, then Pichi will be blowing him for two hours tonight!" Eshenesra turned red at that, her eyes widening. "Mmm... husband mine," she said, turning to me. "Can... can I be calling you husband all the time?" Her ears twitched faintly through the air. "It would be very nice and fun and I am liking you lots and lots..."

"You're my wife, so of course you can call me husband," I said, not certain that Whips couldn't hear us.

"Ah, I am meaning-" Jutaana's mouth snapped shut. "Oh! Ah! I am understanding! I am going to just call you husband forever and ever!" She declared with a big smile on her lips. "Husband mine, my husband, mhm! Husbands breed their wives, you know?" She prompted Pichi.

"I have twelve kids. I know," Pichi said.

"Twelve children.. wow..." Eshenesra said to herself. "With Hob?"

"No, with my first, late, husband," Pichi said. She let out a long breath at that. "I guess I should be glad he died, before... well, all this happened."

"No!" Jutaana said, her voice full of heat. "A husband dying is always bad!"

Pichi let out a laugh. "Yeah. Maybe if I'd had him still, I wouldn't have-" She shook her head. "Right. So killing the leather bag goblins makes Jutaana start getting drunk on the magic or something?"

Eshenesra hummed momentarily, staring quietly at Jutaana, who was definitely full of excess energy at the moment. "May I inspect you more closely, sister-wife Jutaana?"

"You are being able to, yes," Jutaana said. "Ah! If we are sister-wives then you are needing to get bred too! It would be strange if you were not getting bred, yes?!" She looked at me, then back at Eshenesra, who by this point was bright red.

"It's fine if Eshenesra wants to... take our marriage slow," I said. "We only just got married before coming south, after all."

"Ah, that is true," Jutaana said. "But she is always staring at the sex whenever it is happening in front of her because she is being very horny!"

Eshenesra just closed her eyes, touching Jutaana gently on the shoulder, which required her to reach up a good bit, since Jutaana had about a foot (30cm) on her. She took in deep, slow breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took in whatever magical energies she could read, then spoke again as her eyes fluttered open. "There is something. The magic is coming up your sword arm, so it probably is related to the killing," she said.

"Mm..." Jutaana said, carefully handing the sword off from one hand to the other, not dropping it. "Is that being better?"

"Um. Maybe a little? It's coming up the other arm, now, but not as much..." Eshenesra said.

"Check Akamarina," I said.

"My mind is perfectly clear, I'm not some easily clouded-mortal," Akamarina said, but Eshenesra checked her anyway.

"She's clean."

"Now me," I said. I'd killed one of the leather-bag goblins both times, after all, even if it was with my cannon. Eshenesra approached me, placed one hand on my shoulder, hummed, and shook her head. "Nothing?"

"You're clean."

"Alright." I hummed. "It must be related to melee combat, or maybe it doesn't work through magical means. Oh, is there anything on Pichi?" Eshenesra went to check her over too, confirming there wasn't. "Either way, it seems to only affect Jutaana, and only via her sword arm. From here on up, Jutaana, stay by my side. Protect me and the others if something attacks us, but otherwise, avoid leaping into battle. Akamarina will remain on the front line."

"Mm... but I am wanting to kill things for you, husband mine!" Jutaana declared giddily. "Killing and breeding, mhm! Maybe I am being affected, hmm. Well, killing is fun though! It is the great life-and-death struggle which is being the most intense of experiences... other than getting bred by my darling husband!"

"She's definitely affected," Pichi said, with a sigh. "Here's hoping it can't influence Akamarina."

The three-headed fire-breathing lizard remained dead on the next floor, and on the one after that came the stitched-together corpse, and then we arrived on the next floor, the one a massive creature, something like the shape of a man, but covered in a thick pink shell. It didn't look fleshy and natural like a crustacean's, but instead porcelain or marble painted pink. In some placed it had even started to wear away, revealing ivory white beneath the broken-off flakes. Its eyes were large and glassy - in the sense that they literally looked like they were made of glass, the 'iris' and 'pupil' just indentations on the shape - and attached to the front of the head, which swiveled around on us.

Jutaana bounced readily on her feet, but with Akamarina attacking the creature, and Eshenesra and myself firing from a range, it didn't get the chance to close in and require Jutaana to get involved... which seemed to gravely disappoint her, her ears wilting.

"Husband, are you being sure I cannot be killing monsters?"

"Mm. Eshenesra, see if the magic on her has gotten more powerful?"

Eshenesra approached Jutaana again, and shook her head. "It is clearing, but slowly," Eshenesra explained.

"Then no," I told Jutaana. "You can't kill monsters except to protect me or the others."

She pouted at that, but nodded. "Yes, husband mine..."

The next floor up looked to be... well, to be frank, a bedroom. Except, not a bedroom meant for sleeping in. One meant for fucking in. The bed was curved along the walls, but exceptionally large, and its baby-blue blankets were silky-soft to the touch. Where many of the creatures had seemed worn by age, this one seemed pleasantly attractive. It was had a light warmth to the touch.

"Huh," Pichi said, contemplating the thing. "Guess this is where the evil witch got her fuck on. Funny that the style isn't that different. Though it's blue instead of pink like we'd have it. Not heart-shaped, either."

"The 'heart-shape' is the shape of the silphium plant's seeds. Silphium doesn't exist in the southern hemisphere as far as we know," I said. "Real hearts don't look like that, you know?"

"Huh. Guess they don't. Makes sense, then," Pichi hummed, hopping on the bed. "How about I suck your dick here rather than going any further? Bet it'd be funner."

"There's also the risk that it's cursed somehow."

"Yeah, that evil genius cursed the bed she brings all the hot studs to," Pichi said, rolling her eyes. "Check it over, Eshenesra."

"It's very difficult to distinguish curses from blessings," Eshenesra said, but she did touch it and hum. "There's a bit of magic, but not much... it's probably just enough to counteract natural wear-and-tear. Maybe a bit more. But I don't think it could have much effect on a person unless they slept on it for days or weeks..."

"And we definitely aren't gonna be sleeping on it," Pichi told me, a sly grin on her lips. I just shook my head, standing up. "I can't believe you'd rather get killed by an eight-armed robot swordsman than get your dick sucked by me."

"I've had my dick sucked by you before. When do you think the last time somebody was killed by that 'robot swordsman' was?" I asked, smiling.

"Completely insane," Pichi huffed, hopping off the bed herself, knowing it was fruitless to argue with me. For me, though, what I was really interested in was what came after the swordsman. Namely, the reading room. Akamarina had only briefly rushed through it, so it was hard to guess at its contents, but if there were any substantial number of books, written by somebody from a previous age... well, actually, I would probably be unable to read them, given they'd probably be written in a language I didn't speak. Still, there was certainly the strong possibility of finding a way to read them later.

The ebony wood swordsman himself certainly cut a striking figure, with ball-and-socket joints and eight swords, and Akamarina got cut into neat quarters the second she got within melee range of the thing. The face was a simple plain block of wood in an inverted teardrop shape very vaguely reminiscent of a human head, but it still swiveled as it turned its attention to us.

I, of course, blasted it pretty much immediately, hitting it in the shoulder and sending two of its arms flying off into the air. A quick glance showed they were inert, as I charged up another shot, Eshenesra hurriedly chanting. Jutaana was bouncing on her feet, bright blue eyes practically glowing with interest as the thing took a step towards us.

Of course, it stopped at that point, because Akamarina clambered up its back and just shoved her fingers into the thing's neck joints, water bubbling and frothing up from the holes with the obvious intent of damaging it. It spun around, neatly bisecting her - well, trisecting her, since it cut with two blades at once, and she fell down to the ground in a wet puddle for a moment before reforming, that little bit extra less large. She wrapped herself around its leg - and then Eshenesra fired, a brilliant bolt of flame bursting forth from her hand. It hit the creature in the chest, setting the whole thing almost instantly alight, and it spun and danced about, stopping, dropping, and rolling - but my cannon hit it a second time before it could do much more than that, managing to hit the waist joint, which kept it from rolling, or even really moving much beyond spastically flailing its swords about.

It fell inert soon thereafter, though not before the heat and slashes made Akamarina lose enough water to disincorporate altogether, leaving only a puddle of water. Pichi looked at it with a long sigh, then at me, then back at the puddle. "I should get three hours of dicksucking time for this," she muttered, before summoning back Akamarina, visibly sagging. I gently hefted her up, carrying her on my shoulders.

"I do appreciate your hard work, and I promise you can blow me all you want tonight and tomorrow morning."

She really was tuckered out by the summonings, it seemed like, because all the noise she made in response was a vague groan of approval. She just flopped into me, her big tits mushing into the back of my head as she rested on my shoulders.

The next floor up was, fortunately, empty of any further monsters, because I was definitely beginning to feel as if our resources were being strained. There was a single neat bookshelf with just two shelves there, and I contemplated it as I sat Pichi down on the one chair in the room.

If it was trapped like the vases were, then obviously I should have Akamarina pull the books off - but if it wasn't, then she'd probably damage them, being that she was made of water. I contemplated them for quite a while, before deciding to take a book off the shelf - the one that seemed the most likely for somebody to pick off at random, a slightly-larger red book - and laid it down atop the bookshelf. My blade arm flicked open, and I stepped back before gingerly opening the book with it. No response; I manage to flip through a few random spots, and still got no response. "Akamarina, visually inspect the book without touching it or looming over it," I told her, and she stepped forward to do so.

"It has characters on it," Akamarina said. "I can't read any of them," she added. "Nothing is happening to me."

I considered having Jutaana go first, especially given the way she was nervously bouncing from foot to foot, but despite being my slaves, I didn't consider Jutaana, Pichi, Eshenesra or Azanaga to be meat that I could put in front of myself to die. Jutaana was on the front lines because she was a melee fighter, even more than myself, not because her life wasn't worth as much.

So, I stepped forward to the book, flipping through its pages myself, looking down and waiting for some fel magic to overtake me.

Nothing happened.

I contemplated the book. If it didn't have a trap that activated when you looked at it, it would either be activated when you read it (as in, comprehended the text), or activated when you left the tower...

The levels above us were also full of probably even worse monsters. I took the book and tossed it in a bag, before handing the bag off to Akamarina to carry. "We're heading back down," I said.

"Ah! We are being done? Does that mean I can be getting bred again, husband mine?" Jutaana's voice was almost sing-songy with delight.

"If anybody gets sex when we get down, it's poor Peaches here," I said, hefting her up onto my shoulders. She let out another mumbled noise of happiness.

"Ugh... but I'm too tired... and don't offer to do the work," Pichi whined.

We made our way back down to the ground floor, without much of anything happening. Once we arrived down there - finding Voasary pacing - I put handed Pichi over to Jutaana, who carried her in a very cute bridal carry, before taking the book bag back from Akamarina and hurling it right out the front door.

It landed unceremoniously on the dirt. "What are you throwing out here?" Azanaga asked. "Husband. This is just like when you kick your boots down the stairs and leave them lying around, for me, your doting darling wife, to clean up. Except now I'm wondering if it will explode."

Whips approached the thrown object with rather less concern than Azanaga, which was perfectly fine with me. If it blew up in her face, then she'd be both the best capable of taking it, and I was pretty sure she'd be sent back to Hell (which, I gathered from Voasary, was a place demons liked), rather than killed. "Oh, a book," Whips said, opening the bag and removing the text, flipping through it. She giggled as she read it. "Oh my, Hob!" She turned around on me, smiling a catlike grin. "Do you know what this is?"

"No," I admitted. "What is it?"

"It's smut."

"It... is smut?"

"Yes. Oh, this one, I think I might actually have heard of it, I'd have thought it was long out of print... but the subject is, mm, you know. Princess gets forced into a love affair with a hot stud bandit who kidnaps her and holds her for ransom, but does she really want it or not, but she goes along with it because she totally does... pretty standard plot. Written for the ladyfolk, so it'd make a good gift for one of your wives!"

"I'm really dubious any of them can read it."

"Oh, true!" Whips smiled at that. "Then can I have it? A bit of smut from centuries ago... it really is the perfect gift for a succubus like me."

"It might have value as resale, and I don't know if you're lying about its contents."

"Mm, true," Whips admitted. She sighed. "Should I return the book to your husband, now that he has used me to test if it's safe?"

"Say yes, Azanaga," I said, before Azanaga could respond.

Azanaga sighed. "Yes."

"Aww. You just do whatever he says, hm? I don't know why you're so opposed to submissive play like that."

"I explained it to you already," Azanaga said with a huff, as Whips approached me, handing the book back. "Maybe for you ythraul it's not like that, but our relationship exists outside sex, and if I go around just doing whatever gets him off twenty-four seven, then I might as well just aaaa..." She trailed off for a moment, much the same as when Jutaana misspoke and started to say Master. "I might as well just be his fucking slave."

"But dear, he doesn't really like the raceplay that much, that's why he doesn't do it with the other wives," Whips said, which made Azanaga just shut her eyes as if to pretend that she wasn't saying that. "He does it for you, it's your special thing together, because you like it. There's no reason to hide out of some strange- hm!" She spun round on me. "Hob! Azanaga says she wants only lovey-dovey missionary sex from now on! She thinks all the race play and degradation are hurtful and she doesn't enjoy them one bit, that's why she doesn't come that much with you."

"I'm pretty sure she didn't say... any of that."

"Suppose she did. How would you respond? Would you still love her just as much? Would you still fuck her just as much?"

"Yes."

"See?" Whips said, spinning back around on Azanaga. "You have all these ideas that are ruining your marriage! You need to just enjoy yourself and enjoy doing things with your husband! It's not a sin if you're married, you know? Well, almost never a sin..." She hummed. "Certainly, if you're married and doing a sex act because both partners are reasonably into it as a loving compromise between their mutual desires. Now, if he was like, blech, it makes me puke just to think about saying things like that about Nyzhraga... maybe that would be a sin to make him say. But that's not the situation so just enjoy yourself."

"Please stop giving me your horrid sex advice," Azanaga said. "You clearly don't understand anything."

"I am a succubus. I have forgotten more about sex than you'll ever know."

"You must have forgotten so much that you don't know anything."

"Right, actually," I said, making Whips turn around to face me. "Peaches here-" Whips actually wore an expression that said cute! when I called her peaches, "-wants to give me a blowjob, but she's super fucking tired from having to resummon Akamarina multiple times. Any advice?"

"There are throatfucks-"

"She likes to be in the active position, she already said she didn't want to just lie back."

"Why do you fuck her so nicely?" Azanaga half-sneered.

"I do the thing you asked for," I snapped back at Azanaga. It was starting to get tedious. "If you did not approach me and say, please Hob, fuck my throat while verbally degrading me, then we probably wouldn't even be fucking at all!"

"My! Yikes!" Whips said, pausing. "See, I think that Hob has a bit more feminine libido than most men," she explained to Azanaga, who looked about ready to have her eyes roll back out of her skull. "Yes, yes. See, women often have a reactive libido, where their arousal climbs in response to expressions of interest, while men tend to have an active libido, where their arousal climbs in response to... well, any sexual stimulation at all! I think that our dear Hob pretty much only fucks women because they say they want to fuck him, you see. So when you act all huffy and puffy about the sex you want, just because of all these silly egoist ideas you have-"

"Whips," I interrupted, and Whips turned round to me. "Please stop lecturing Azanaga about marital advice. She just wants to fuck and not think about it in any depth, and that's fine with me."

"Ah! I'm happy my niece has such a nice husband," Whips said. "Bit strange for a man like yourself to have four wives, especially since they're of different races so it can't be political..."

"Strange circumstances," was my response. "Advice for Peaches?"

"Mm. Wait until she has more energy?" Whips suggested with a shrug. "I don't think you can go back into the tower until she does, anyway."

"You're probably right," I agreed. "Azanaga. Why don't you get started on setting us up camp?"

"Oh... yes, husband," Azanaga said, her voice cold as ice. "I'll get right on that."

Whips immediately started chatting with Azanaga about how she should be nicer to me, even if she didn't want to expand the sex play outside of the bedroom... Azanaga tolerated it, mostly because Whips helped with the setting up of the camp itself. It was easier than the last time, too, since she could cannibalize the camp of the people who had been there previously.

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Pichi had mostly recovered by the time night fell, though she was quite clear about the fact that she wasn't recovered enough to go back into the tower. I couldn't say for sure if she was lying - and a slave crest couldn't really prevent lying - but I was fine with taking a brief break before returning to the tower. (I had fucked Jutaana again, since she was still unusually horny and energetic from the tower's curse.)

"It's time," Pichi declared. She sounded almost tipsy as she spoke, which did make me consider it quite likely she was being sincere about needing more rest. "Time for me to suck your cock," she continued, reaching down for my pants, fishing my dick out in short order.

She just swallowed my whole length in a single swift stroke, mashing her nose right into my pelvis. I let out a groan, one hand reaching for the back of her head, running through her hair. She hummed pleasantly around my dick in response, softly vibrating my cock in her throat, and the look she gave me managed to radiate pure smugness even as she remained latched onto the base of my cock.

For a time, she just held herself down there, softly swishing her head from side to side, her tongue dancing and sashaying on the underside of my cock. She hummed and twisted, and her tits intermittently smacked at my thighs, the obscenely large things feeling truly delectable as they rubbed me like that. Then she finally peeled up and off, a wet pop escaping her mouth as my cock left it. It was spit-slick as it loomed in front of her face, and she just casually grinned, softly running her hands over it. "Nice and hard," she said, licking her lips. "Do you want it to go back in my mouth, Hob?"

"Yes, very much so," I told her.

"Well, since we're married, I guess I have no choice," she replied, leaning forward, wrapping her lips around the very tip, sucking on it noisily. Her cheeks just hollowed as she treated my cock like a straw, and I let out a soft grunt. I resisted the urge to grab her head and start fucking her face, letting her maintain the position of control, and instead reached down for her breasts, slipping under her top to caress the huge things in either hand. She softly shivered in response to the cool feel of my hands against her bosom, but didn't resist, even shifting her body slightly, pushing her tits into my hands as she suckled on the tip of my cock.

Her tongue intermittently flicked against the very slit of my cock, either tasting precum or else trying to encourage more of it. Her eyes fluttered as she grinned up at me, twisting her head slightly from side to side, which also pleasantly rubbed her boobs against my hands. She wetly smacked her lips, and eventually started to slide down my cock once more, her tongue running side to side.

She was an experienced enough fellatrix that my cock easily slipped into her throat, just smoothly getting worked over, and I let out another groan of appreciation. "That's great, fuck," I breathed out, knowing that was exactly the sort of thing that Pichi wanted to hear. She slurped wetly around my cock as she made her way to the base, intermittently swallowing to add to my pleasure. "Ah, Peaches, your throat's so good - no, it's you that's so good," I corrected. "You really know your way around a cock."

She slid back up and off at that point, idly stroking me as I continued to caress her tits, a smile on her lips. "I think I like it when you call me 'Peaches.' Bet you like my peaches too, hm, stud?" She teased, jiggling her tits into my hands and making my cock throb. "I want to hear you beg," she said, licking her lips. "Say how much you want your cock to not just get jerked off, but to run down this sweet little throat."

"I want you to suck my cock properly," I told her. "I want to feel it slip right down your throat. I want you to bob up and down, to suck it, to lick it, to noisily moan around it because you're enjoying yourself so much. I want to lock eyes with you, you staring up at me, telling me that I should be thankful you suck cock so good and love it so much." She hummed at that, almost preening - then slurped my dick back down, beginning to bounce her head up and down my length, my cock vanishing in and out of her mouth as she bobbed away. Her tits wriggled in my grasp, the look of her cleavage all the more enticing for the frantic way she was sucking my cock.

With how active she was, some drool started to slip out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her tits or the ground beneath us. "That's great, Peaches," I told her, smiling warmly down at her as she sucked me off. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever had. Part of the reason Jutaana almost never sucks my cock is that if I want a blowjob, I have you for that, and you're much better at it," I said, making Pichi hum affirmatively around my length, nodding rapidly in response to those words. "I guess it's natural, since you're so experienced at sucking cock."

Pichi popped off my dick at that point again, a hot pant escaping her throat, making it clear she was deeply aroused at the moment. "What about Azanaga? How's her cocksucking hold up?" She was obviously intensely aroused from the words, and I continued to caress her breasts at that point.

If anything had held me back from being too harsh on Jutaana's cocksucking skills - well, it didn't exist for Azanaga, given that the demon woman made it pretty clear that our sexual relationship wasn't representative of any emotional intimacy. "Azanaga is pretty much just a hole I fuck, when I get a blowjob from her." Pichi actually giggled at that, stroking me all the harder. "She just gets in position and waits for it. She doesn't know what she's doing when she's given a cock. Her, mm, previous sex partners, clearly just treated her like a jerkoff aid. Not you, though," I said - and let out a groan as Pichi slurped my whole cock up, bouncing away, tongue going crazy on the underside of my cock. "With you, it's, nn, obvious that you learned with... with trying to make your previous partners feel good... that you understand how to suck a cock, because you think about how to make the man feel good with your mouth."

From a combination of that and the soft caress of my hands on her breasts, Pichi actually came, letting out a long, lewd moan around my dick, her cheeks flush, her nipples hard, her eyelashes fluttering as she wound up just slamming herself down my cock to quietly suck and lick and jerk around my dick. Choked noises of pleasure served to intensify my own sexual arousal and delight, but I didn't come at that point, in part because I'd fucked Jutaana so much earlier in the day.

Pichi slid up and off my cock once she was done coming, panting for breath and idly wiping her chin as she looked up at me, eyes smoldering. "Did you come?" I shook my head, not wanting to lie. "Mm... maybe I'm not such a good cocksucker, if I come before the guy, and without him, too," she said, frowning.

"You are a great cocksucker. Blowjobs are about more than just getting a quick nut," I reassured her, one hand leaving her breast to pat her head. "Now get back to sucking, Peaches," I told her, and she let out a small laugh at that as I directed her back down onto my cock.

Unlike the previous fellatio, though, there was now a small amount of wounded pride in Pichi's actions - so she started to just pound her head up and down my dick, her lips smacking, her head bobbing up and down, my cock vanishing into her throat over and over again. Hot, wet slurps had my dick furiously twitching as she moved like a wild woman, twisting her head, licking, just pounding her mouth up and down. Her hands gripped my thighs as she facefucked herself on my cock, and the look up at me wasn't quite so much one of pride as raw determination, demanding I come down her throat.

Even with Jutaana having worked over my cock quite a lot, it didn't take too much longer for me to come in her mouth, and Pichi hurriedly slurped up to the tip, jacking me off furiously into her mouth, humming and making needy little noises, demanding my cum without words. When I was finished coming, she let my cock just bounce free and soften a bit, speaking up. "I'm still the best at sucking cock, aren't I?"

"Absolutely, Peaches," I said, idly petting her as my cock remained in the open air. "I definitely love your blowjobs. Those and your tits and your magic are your top three charm points."

"Hopefully not in that order," Pichi said, letting out a small giggle. She licked her lips again. "I hope you don't think I'm going to let you stop with just one blowjob," she noted, gaze going to my half-erect cock. She leaned forward, though not to suck it into her mouth, instead just rubbing it into the cleavage of her obscenely large tits. "You dragged me all the way down to some place nobody in the North's ever heard of," she said. "Forced me to climb a dangerous tower full of monsters and traps," she said, just rubbing her tits into my dick softly. Not a titfuck, just a caress of those gorgeous fuckpillows. "You owe it to me to get hard again."

I did get hard, though more because of those breasts of hers than because of her reminder of my marital duties. Once I was nice and hard, she leaned in, wrapped her lips around my cockhead, and got back to sucking me off.

I made sure not to restrain a single noise of pleasure on my part, and she got me off six more times over the next couple hours, with the longest break between blowjobs being maybe two or three minutes. She really could drag them out, and (when she hadn't come herself) really liked to.

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