Verity was trying to give William a blowjob.
Emphasis on trying.
He’d not been given a choice in the matter. Not that he’d argued all that strenuously as she eagerly pulled his pants down. And now she was knelt between his spread legs in the sand, one hand braced on his thigh for balance while the other tentatively wrapped around the thick base of his cock.
He felt and watched as the orc’s tongue flicked out, tracing a wet, slightly clumsy line along the underside from base toward tip.
That was nice.
Then she swallowed it.
That was not nice, and he struggled not to wince.
It was not a slow nor a graceful action. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d once seen her in the throes of early morning hunger, pull much the same maneuver on a banana once. One moment it was in front of her, the next it was trying to be lodged down her throat.
Now, as far as William was concerned a bad blowjob was a lot like a bad pizza; good or bad, a pizza is still a pizza.
To that end, his teammate’s ministrations weren’t terrible. Her mouth was warm and wet – and the raw enthusiasm was definitely appreciated as she bobbed up and down.
It just wasn’t particularly good.
As evidenced by the way he winced a little as her teeth repeatedly grazed the sensitive skin of his glans. Her rhythm likewise seemed pretty random - sucking too hard one moment, then too gently the next, as her head bobbed up and down to some sort of inaudible cue only she could sense.
In some ways, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was karmic retribution for how easily his longstanding desire to avoid younger women crumbled in the face of large green breasts?
Of course, as soon as he had that thought, he felt guilty for it. Hadn’t he agreed to this because Verity had proven herself a grown ass woman who could make her own choices?
She just needs some experience, he thought, wincing again as her teeth once more made contact with the more sensitive parts of his anatomy.
Saliva dripped down his shaft, slick and warm, as Verity pulled back for a breath – clearly having forgotten to breathe through her nose during her first foray into the oral arts. Which he was honestly kind of thankful for.
“How’s that? Not bad, right?” She asked, emerald green eyes sparkling with a smug confidence that was as endearing as it was obviously fake.
Still, it was hot. Fake or not.
The more he looked at her, actually looked at her, the more attractive he was finally realizing she was. Again, he had a type, one that both Griffith and Xela’s trim athletic forms filled to a Tee.
Verity had that, but it was even more pronounced; with a naturally athletic build that had only been honed further by military training. She was a lean, green fighting machine.
…And yet somehow still had a body built for sin.
Her entire form may have been outfitted with muscle, but it was sheathed in a layer of feminine nubile softness that just begged to be touched. Her black hair was spilled out over her back, the strands glistening with a glossiness that suggested the orc had at some point gotten her way into Olzenya’s many beauty products. In fact, he was almost entirely sure of it as he caught the familiar hint of lilac on the wind.
And of course, there was no escaping the other thing that naturally drew his eyes. Not her wide inviting hips. Not her pouty full lips. Her breasts – for all he felt a cad for focusing on it - were large, heavy, and perfectly proportioned to her powerful frame, sitting high and full on her chest as they pillowed out against the sand.
The way she was looking at him didn’t help either. Wide eyed. Expectant. With just a hint of vulnerability swimming beneath her façade of brash confidence.
Despite himself, it was driving him wild. He just needed to change things up a bit.
“Not bad at all,” William said gently. “But I think it’s time for me to give you a lesson.”
“What do you-” she started to say, only to be cut off as Willaim used a rather unorthodox application of one of the wrestling moves they were taught at the academy to flip the girl over so that she was now on her back looking up.
Verity let out a surprised squeak as her back hit the sandy beach. William didn’t hesitate as he moved down to settle between the orc’s spread thighs. As he did, his hands slid slowly down the smooth, muscular green skin of her legs, luxuriating in the sensation of her warmth beneath his hands.
More than that, he could feel each faint tremble in her muscles – though whether they were from nerves or excitement, he could not say.
Glancing up, he took a moment to once more admire the view, gaze running along the flat plane of her stomach, to her nipples, standing proud, dark and hardened by the cool night air and her own arousal, begging for attention.
“My turn,” he breathed. “And you’ll be tested on this later, so pay attention.”
The nods he got in return were as frantic as they were needy, and he smiled as he got to work. Fortunately, Verity had already done most of said work for him.
Because sex was as much about mindset and mood as it was anything physical.
And Verity, for all she’d talked a big game, was very much a virgin. And as many a young man – and the occasional woman - could lament, a virgin could practically achieve orgasm just from imagining what someone was about to do.
Which was why he started by kissing the inside of her knee first, soft and lingering, lips barely brushing the sensitive skin there.
And he felt it. The way her muscles tensed as Verity’s breath hitched audibly.
Grinning, he continued, moving higher, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh, alternating with slow licks and gentle nips that left faint marks on her green flesh.
Each one would reward him with another muffled gasp. Honestly, it was so easy it almost felt like cheating, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all, as the scent of the orc’s arousal grew stronger with every inch he travelled – sweet and musky. It filled his lungs, making his own cock throb painfully against the sand, but he ignored it with long experience.
Right now Verity was the focus.
Her hips were twitching, rolling in tiny, involuntary circles as she chased the pleasure he kept just out of reach.
Just a little closer and he’d reach her cunt.
“William…” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “Please…”
He just hummed, letting the vibration travel up her thigh and enjoying the needy whimpers he got in return.
Her clitoris stood proud, not at all hidden by the surprisingly neatly trimmed hair atop the orc’s mons. Below it, the poor girl’s cunt was practically drooling, the outer lips downright swollen.
“William…”
He blew - and Verity shuddered hard as his breath ghosted over her most sensitive of areas, thighs trying to close around him.
He held them open, continuing to torment the poor girl. Because this was a lesson.
Not to underestimate the bedroom experience of old men – even if they were theoretically actually young men.
“Eeeeek!”
…Whatever, it didn’t matter.
What did matter was that he got to enjoy the delightful sight of the orc’s entire body seizing up as a high, mortified sound was ripped from her lips. And this time, despite his hands being in the way, her thighs clamped around his head like a vice, hips jerking helplessly in the air as a sudden flood of wetness squirted out of her and onto him.
“Oh, oh ancestors!” The orc shifted and humped at the air, her instincts seeking to find something that wasn’t there.
Then she crashed, tremors easing as she finally rode out the waves of pleasure and sank to the sand, her green skin flushed a deeper shade with pleasure. The steel clamping of her thighs around William’s head eased off as her entire body became boneless like jelly.
“Verity?” William asked impishly as he shuffled up to look the orc in the eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just orgasmed before I could properly do anything to you?”
“N-no!” Verity squeaked, covering her face with both hands in absolute mortification. Her voice was muffled but still carried through her fingers. “That was… that was nothing.”
William smirked, eyes dark with arousal and amusement. He felt a little cruel for teasing her, but she was just too cute!
“Alright,” he said. “If you say so. I’ll get started properly then.”
He definitely didn’t imagine the whimper she made as he lowered his mouth to her pussy, which was no doubt suffering from a rather acute degree of sensitivity post-orgasm.
And he licked, broad and firm.
Verity’s hands flew to grip his hair, holding tight as her hips rolled against his face. Though whether to escape to the overstimulation or pull him close, he wasn’t entirely sure.
“William!” she shrieked. “I… I…”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t hesitate.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for her second orgasm to arrive under his rather experienced ministrations, as he licked, sucked, nipped and fingered her decidedly more inexperienced flower.
“Yes! Yes! There, right there! William!” Her thighs clamped once more around his ears as another orgasm shot through the orc.
William simply slid two fingers into her, curling them against her heat-sodden sensitive spots while his tongue continued to worked her clit relentlessly. Her back arched sharply off the sand, breasts bouncing with the force of it. And her thighs clamped down harder as she cried out.
He let her ride it out, feeling each wave roll through her, as he all-but fucked the fight out of her. Drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.
Only when he’d wrung the very last of it out of her, did he crawl up her body, kissing a wet trail across her sweaty stomach. He paused to lavish attention on each breast, this time more out of his own desires than for any real desire to drive Verity yet wilder.
They were right there after all! And he was only human!
Though that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the way the tired orc gasped and arced slightly in response to his nibbling of her nipples.
Then he reached her lips and Verity didn’t hesitate to reach up and pull him in for a desperate kiss, uncaring of the fact that she was definitely tasting herself on his tongue.
And as her tongue explored his mouth, William became firmly aware the way their bodies pressed were together, his thus far neglected cock trapped between himself and the orc’s slick stomach.
He’d had fun, but he didn’t think he’d be able to hold back much longer. Experienced or not.
“I think I’m ready for the exam now. Do you… do you want me to return the favor?” she asked breathlessly. “I think I’ll do better this time.”
He shook his head. “Maybe another time. Right now, I think I want to practice an entirely different part of the curriculum. The question is, do you want to be on top or not?”
It barely took him a second to get his answer as the orc moved with almost indecent haste for a woman who’d just had two orgasms. Apparently the thought of finally shedding her virginity meant not a moment was to be wasted.
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Realistically, Griffith knew she should have seen this coming. It’d certainly explain why one of the most valuable men on the continent had only two of his former teammates for protection.
Two young women who’d seemed more focused on each other than actually standing watch. Had they been back at the academy, she’d have had both on night watch all week to make up for letting her get so close before challenging her.
Alas, they weren’t at the academy. Though perhaps that was for the best, given it would otherwise make her original plans for coming out here rather awkward indeed.
Plans that were quite scuppered now given the scene in front of her…
William was on his back, shirt open and his pants were around his ankles. A sight she might have enjoyed in any other circumstances, but it was rather ruined by the fact that straddling him was Verity. The orc was completely naked, body gleaming with sweat in the moonlight as she rode the human with slow, rolling movements of her hips. It was hard not to notice the way her large breasts bounced heavily with each downward thrust of the young woman’s hips, her head tilted back, lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure.
It was an erotic sight to be sure. For while Griffith generally preferred the male form, she, like most young women, hadn’t been all-too shy in ‘practicing’ with a few of the other girls at the academy. She could appreciate the female form just fine, and there was no denying that William’s teammate was a surprisingly fine example of it in action.
Because… damn.
And now I’m ogling another one of my former students, she thought dryly. When did I become a degenerate?
Of course, she knew the answer to that. It happened when William ‘Void-damned’ Ashfield came into her life.
And it said a lot about how far she’d fallen that her only real irritation at the scene in front of her was that the orc had gotten to the proverbial ‘prize’ first.
Because, again, she wasn’t particularly surprised by this outcome. William’s teammate had never been shy about staking her claim on her team leader. Indeed, the only person she’d ever actually met who knew about the whole thing and still doubted this would be the outcome was the target of the woman’s affections himself.
“Well, clearly he’s not ignorant any more,” she muttered.
And though she’d meant the words to be inaudible to the two… well, clearly they weren’t as that – or simple bad luck – allowed William’s eyes to snap open as they noticed her presence.
“Griffith?!”
Verity’s head whipped around. For a split second the orc looked just as startled as William, emerald eyes wide.
The trio could only remain there – frozen in awkward mutual appreciation.
Then something happened.
Verity started to move once more, as a slow, smug little smirk curved across her lips. Without missing a beat, she planted her hands on William’s chest and started riding him harder - deliberate, powerful rolls of her hips as she maintained eye contact with the dark elf.
“Hi, Instructor,” the young woman said, voice dripping with satisfaction, “William’s a little busy right now.” She didn’t slow down. If anything, she ground down harder as her eyes remained locked on Griffith. “Could you maybe come back at another time?”
William looked stunned as he stared up at the orc as if she’d just grown another head. Clearly whatever memories the boy had pilfered from another world, they’d not given him any experience in dealing with a situation like this.
Fortunately, Griffith did.
“Right, I’ll come back another time.” She turned on her heel and walked away. Not in shame or anything so blasé, even as Verity let out a low, throaty moan that was definitely intentional.
Alright, I’ll let her have this win, she thought. This one time.
If the orc thought something like this would get under Griffith’s skin, she was seriously underestimating her former instructor. She’d long since been prepared for something like this.
Though as another moan rolled out, this was distinctly male, she couldn’t help but stifle a little irritation.
Because she’d really wanted to get laid – and seeing both William and Verity had only stoked the fires of arousal that hard already been burning in her.
It seemed she’d be breaking out the toys tonight.
…Though the next time they ‘met up again like this’, well Griffith would make sure the orc ‘repaid’ her for getting her all worked up and then hanging her out to dry.
William and Verity both, she thought, biting her lip. The two of them can repay me at the same time.
Again, some part of her felt a little… off for thinking that. But ultimately it wasn’t her fault.
It was William’s.
He was the one who’d made her this way.
Griffith was blameless.
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Verity couldn’t help the smug little smirk that spread across her face as Griffith turned and walked away, the dark elf’s shoulders stiff with obvious frustration.
That’s right, she thought triumphantly, gasping a little as she continued to rock her hips slowly. He’s mine tonight, bitch!
The thrill of victory made her grind down harder, a low, satisfied moan slipping from her lips.
Then she felt it.
William’s hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging in with surprising strength, forcibly stopping her movements. Verity blinked, the smug expression faltering as she looked down at him.
“Verity,” he said, voice low and dangerously calm. “Do you think that was a ‘mature’ way of handling things with Griffith?”
She opened her mouth, but he continued before she could speak.
“No.” He said. “No, it was not. So, I think I’m going to have to punish you.”
The look in his eyes sent a shiver racing down her spine - equal parts thrilled and scared. He’d looked at her in a similar way before. When he’d done that thing with his tongue.
…Not the other thing. She’d definitely not ‘popped off’ just from him blowing on her twat.
Not at all.
Still, she recognized that maybe, just maybe, she might have made a mistake.
“Ah… c-can I apologize?” she asked, voice suddenly small.
William smiled and for a moment she allowed herself to hope that her little moment of… weakness might be forgotten.
“No.”
William moved – and in short order, she found herself pressed forward into the sand, her ass in the air, cunt exposed to the skies, nipples tingling at the sensation of being driven into the sand.
“That’s better,” William murmured, clearly enjoying the view as he took in an unobstructed view of her cunt.
She shivered – and then again, as she felt two hands grip her hips.
“Say you’re sorry,” he grunted.
“I’m shorry,” she moaned.
“Good girl.”
Then the human thrust into her and all she could do was moan. Repeatedly, as William’s hips immediately set a punishing rhythm as he pounded into her poor unprotected cunt.
She loved it – even as each deep thrust forced a squeak from her throat. Her hands dug into the sand, for she could do nothing but hold on for dear life as the pleasure was pounded into her.
“Apologize again!”
“Shorry!”
She squealed as a hand came down to spank her ass.
“Again!”
“Sorry!”
“Do you want me to stop?” he grunted.
“N-no!”
She’d been a bad girl! She needed to be spanked again! And again! Until she’d learned her lesson.
“I see,” William grunted. “Clearly someone’s a slow learner. Looks like this lesson’s going to be a while.”
…And it was.
She loved every second of it.