Chapter 12: Impossibly tight
Stefan’s POV
My legs protested as I reluctantly followed Jonquil in silence, as if they could foresee that I was going to where I would die...
If it was possible for a human to die twice.
Rattled, my mind racing through every possible version of what "the General has demanded you" could actually mean.
None of the versions I came up with ended well for me. I ran through the worst ones first, the way my brain always did under pressure - execution, mutilation, some creative new use for my "third leg" that involved a dinner table.
"It is dinner time..." I blinked as I realized that it was getting dark outside and the threat of having my cock handed over to the general for dinner grew bigger.
"Of course, she wouldn’t." I nodded with a shaky assurance.
We had barely cleared the punishment tent’s entrance when Jonquil scooped me up again, same as always, like asking first had never once occurred to her as an option worth considering.
The world blurred past in a rush of motion, ground and tents and warriors all smearing together at the speed she moved, and before I could get a single word out, we weren’t outside anymore.
We were inside a tent.
"Where are-" I swallowed the remaining words when my eyes caught up where we were.
It was inside Jonquil’s tent.
She dropped me to the ground, not roughly, just efficiently, and I caught the look on her face before she managed to smooth it back into her usual flat calm - genuine confusion there, brow drawn tight, like she didn’t fully understand what she’d just done either.
The System chimed in immediately, like it had been waiting for exactly this moment where I would be dropped.
[ANOMALY DETECTED.]
[Jonquil acted against established behavioral patterns - using deception to be near you.]
[AFFECTION +5%]
I blinked at the notification floating there, then back at her, genuinely impressed despite the chaos of the last hour. Damn. My instincts were still good, apparently, even on a planet that didn’t run on a single one of Earth’s rules.
"I don’t understand why I did that," Jonquil muttered, mostly to herself, as her arms came over to cross tight over her chest like she was trying to physically hold herself together.
"There shall be consequences. For both of us. From the General."
I opened my mouth to respond, already halfway into reassuring her, already building some version of a plan in my head for how we had handle whatever came next.
She didn’t give me the chance.
"Whatever consequences come," she said, already reaching for the fabric at her shoulder, fingers working the clasp loose without a flicker of hesitation, "I want this again first."
The cloth dropped before I’d processed a single word of what she’d just said, and any reply I might’ve had died completely the second I saw her standing there, bare and unbothered.
"Wait, I need a bath first. I reek of sweat." I forced the words out of my mouth. Looking at a very naked Jonquil was making me lose my mind but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything intimate in this state.
Jonquil narrowed her eyes at me as if she wasn’t understanding what I was saying.
"Bath..." I repeated then she nodded. She led the way and I followed swiftly.
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We got to the bathhouse and Jonquil stood still, her eyes fixed on me while I poured water on my body. It was as if she was reading some hidden letters on my body.
My cock twitched, wanting to get to action already but I took my time to rinse the sweat off my body.
Maybe that was also due to the little fear in me about what the consequences would be from the General.
"You’re clean." Jonquil announced and my hands stopped every activity as if they were being forced to obey her.
The next thing I registered was Jonquil pulling me down onto the animal skin with her like consequences were a problem for some future version of herself to deal with.
Then she positioned us into a sixty-nine without waiting for permission.
In no time, I felt her mouth wrapped around my half-soft cock but she took it in and held it there the same way she had the first time - hot, wet throat wrapped tight around my cock with zero hesitation.
"Don’t just hold it. Suck, lick it..." I told her, my voice coming out rough as my hands working to find her thighs and spreading them wider.
Jonquil started sucking, slow and unpracticed but so fucking eager and a bit better than the first time.
"Such a fast learner, uhm?"
Her broad, hot tongue pressed flat against the underside of my shaft and dragged heavily as she worked me from soft to rock-hard in seconds. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the tent.
"Fuck, that’s good. Now, deeper. Relax your throat and take me all the way like the good little beast you are."
She rumbled - a deep, vibrating growl that rolled straight through her chest and into my cock. No shy human moan, just raw, animal need. I thrust gently into her throat, fucking her face with shallow strokes while she swallowed around me, her throat fluttering and squeezing.
I buried my face between her thick thighs and dragged my tongue slowly up her soaked slit, savoring her rich, sweet taste. She was already dripping, her cunt glistening and swollen with need. I licked broader, messier strokes, coating my tongue in her juices before spearing it deep inside her tight hole.
"Such a greedy fucking cunt," I muttered against her folds, voice muffled. "Already soaking my face like you’ve been thinking about this all day."
I fucked her with my tongue, thrusting it in and out while my nose rubbed against her clit. Then I pulled back, spat directly on her pussy, and shoved two thick fingers inside her without warning. Her walls clamped down hard, rippling and squeezing as I curled them against that sensitive spot inside.
Jonquil’s hips jerked hard. A low, guttural rumble-purr vibrated around my cock, sending pleasure shooting up my spine. I finger-fucked her faster, stretching her open while I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it relentlessly with my tongue.
"Feel that?" I growled, adding a third finger and pumping them deep. "This tight beast cunt is sucking my fingers like it wants to keep them. So fucking sloppy and wet for me."
Her powerful thighs trembled around my head. She responded by sucking me harder, her tongue working sloppily along my shaft while her throat took me to the hilt again and again and she didn’t gag at all.
Such talent!
I pulled my fingers out, spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands, and dove back in with my mouth. I circled her puckered hole with my tongue, teasing it before pushing inside just enough to make her whole body jolt. Then I returned to her dripping cunt, devouring her like a starving man.
"Give me that tongue again," I ordered between licks. "Lick the head while you suck. Worship every inch like you were born to serve my cock."
She obeyed perfectly, her hot tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she sucked me back down deep. The combination of her eager, inexperienced mouth and the way her cunt kept gushing against my face was pushing me dangerously close.
I attacked her clit with hard, fast suction while hammering three fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against my mouth as desperate, breathy whines mixed with those deep, feral rumbles tore out of her.
She came first... hard.
A savage, war-cry-like growl exploded around my cock as her entire body seized. Her thighs locked around my head like a vice, powerful muscles shaking while her cunt clenched and fluttered wildly around my fingers.
Hot, sweet fluid flooded my tongue and I drank every drop greedily, licking her through the orgasm until she was trembling and oversensitive.
[TIME LIMIT: 3:14:00]
I should’ve cared more about that number than I did. I didn’t stop.
I hadn’t finished. I didn’t want to- not yet, not like this, not after everything tonight had already put me through.
I pulled back, sat up, and looked down at her, flushed, chest heaving, eyes still slightly glazed with raw lust, lips shiny with spit and precum.
"Let’s try something you’ll like even more," I told her. She didn’t protest.
I turned her over, guided her onto her hands and knees, hands settling firmly on the curve of her hips, and lined myself up at her dripping entrance.
"Relax," I told her, my own voice barely steady, three days of denial screaming through every nerve I had left, my whole body coiled tight with anticipation I hadn’t let myself feel this strongly since the moment I’d died.
I began to push in but couldn’t enter.
She was impossibly tight.
