Framework of the Frontier, Sain Artwell [read me a book .TXT] 📗

It did, but not too many. Soon, a pair of faintly glowing eyes stared at William with equal measures of grudge and determination. She kept her voice hushed. “We must make an escape before reaching the sea, if an aboleth leviathan awaits us at Ur’liuh. I presume we have a truce?”

“Duh? I did get the distinct impression I was going to become a snack.”

Rulu frowned. “He will devour you, unless we free ourselves.”

“Ideas? How’s your magic? Can you keep doing that?” Blessing her might be a good option, if it worked the way it did with Ember and straight up amplified her strengths. William regretted not doing it while holding her as a weapon, but what’s done is done.

Rulu shifted, making William again aware of her petite breasts and the soft thighs squishing against his erection. She squinted in contemplation. “Of course I have ideas, who do you think I am? We could device a simple ruse to tempt them to open the lid. As for my psionic might, my endurance is not an issue, but we face one other unfortunate complication…”

“Pray tell.”

Her cheeks darkened. Rulu averted her gaze. “Channeling powers from the Dreaming grows exceedingly difficult when my body suffers from chemical imbalances. ”

‘Chemical imbalances.’ Yeah, right. “I see, that could make it tricky, yes. Difficult. Exceedingly so. Pfft.”

“Dare smirk and I shall make it your last.” Her expression combined with the situation cracked a grin on his face.

William forced his lips back in line. “Sorry princess, it’s the wording, not your ‘predicament’. But save your threats for when I’m not a dead man walking. I can’t get the manacles off to help you, but I can bless you to boost your magic. That should help a bit.”

“Fine.” Her nose twitched, but she let the matter sit. “As it happens, I have an idea to lure Aggoloth into opening the chest.”

“Let’s go with that. Distraction, blessing, followed by psionic boom-boom.”

“Then, we are in agreement on the plan.” She swallowed. “Let us proceed.”

“Alright. Go on,” he said.

When Rulu continued to stare at him, unmoving, William repeated himself. “The distraction?”

“Do humans have bonefish brains or is that a quality unique to you? I mentioned my predicament. It must be taken care of,” Rulu spoke the words extra hushed, ashamed.

William tried to suppress his ‘a-haa’ face. “You’re joking.”

“I would never! Psionics eschew rituals of magic and bend the Dreaming directly, but it requires exceptional focus of the mind. Unusual conditions of the body would naturally interfere with that.”

He gave her a sympathetic frown. It seemed like a sensitive issue that they did not have time to deal with. Better move on. “Alright, oral or dick? Which do you prefer?”

Rulu opened her mouth and closed it. Her voice was a shattered whisper in that odd language of hers. She swallowed, struggling to hold his gaze. “Latter. I have yet to try the male apparatus.”

A virgin princess?

“Flip around and try to relax. This is one of those cum-or-die situations, so if you’ve got any tricks you use on yourself, share them now.”

“Kch. Such humiliation… I never…” Rulu began climbing around William, surprising him again with her agility to move in bondage.

“Trust me, this is not exactly my most flattering moment either.”

The friction of her warm silky body combined with the sounds of her struggle pumped him back to full mast again, even before she brought her thighs over his head and presented the beautiful luminescent flower. It shivered under his breath. That crisp leafy scent grew overpowering.

“Closer, sit it on my face,” he said.

Her clit twitched from the command. Gently, Rulu lowered her glistening wet sex on him. Soft, slick, and puffy outer labia brushed his lips as Rulu parked her glowing nub right under William’s nose. It felt ten kinds of wrong to be doing this right now, with Ember lying next to the chest, but at this point William turned off logic and let his desires take the wheel, reaching for a long deep lick from clit to slit.

She bit down a moan. Her thighs caressed his head and tail coiled around his neck as she continued to whimper.

“Quiet,” William whispered.

They both paused to listen.

A muted conversation was going on outside. It didn’t seem like anyone outside had noticed, or cared. They were after all, bound and stuffed into a chest whilst rolling down on a bumpy road. Whimpers of suffering might have been expected.

“I… I fear that keeping quiet may be impossible, unless…” Rulu paused, her voice strangely coy, “Excuse me.”

Soft lips brushed skin as Rulu pulled down William’s boxers with her teeth, releasing his neglected cock. He felt her face and a warm, wet, and wonderfully long tongue. William sucked in a gasp as she snaked around his cock, wrapping him from tip to hilt until her tongue licked under his sensitive jewels. The coiling of her tongue was a unique sensation, though a bit too gentle to draw more than a tease of pleasure. “Rulu, what are you doing?”

“Ah.” She sucked in drool, tugging on him with a downright heavenly jerk. “Trying to not make a sound. Wait.”

The surface of her tongue had no friction when she reeled her tongue in, tightening around his length into a pleasantly firm lubricated grip. Her hot breath washed his tip before it met the wet heat of her mouth.

The nimble tongue dragged and tugged, pushed and shoved, guiding inches in at a frighteningly expert pace. She had no gag reflex. It was William’s turn to suppress a groan of pleasure when more and more of his cock became sheathed in the snug embrace of her tightly clenching throat. In no time at all he felt her nose press gently into his sack and her cheeks squish against his inner thighs as Rulu properly lodged herself in his