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

will I drink cum that I did not earn.” Ember shoved Rulu with her hips, hunkering on an unclaimed bit of his slippery erection. As he took a firm handle-grip of one of her horns, her eyes gave him a fleeting look between a naughty blush and a grin. Her bright red tongue and lips served him with soft pecks and long adoring licks, doing their best to compete with Rulu’s advantage.

A set of nimble faun fingers cupped his balls. Fondling carefully, she explored, until a spot beneath his balls proved to be a weak spot. The grip of the tongue, soft lips, jerking of hands, suction, and now this was a few too many drops in the avalanche of pleasures. William’s fingers and toes curled in the sand as he closed his eyes in a moan.

The two girls took it as a ‘yes please more’ that it was.

They jerked stronger, sucked harder.

“Don’t hold back Will. Cum.” Ember’s fingers tightened against the base of his cock, squeezing the tongue-wrapped package and drawing sounds from him and Rulu both. Her hands, together with the constant writhing of Rulu’s tongue, pushed him over the edge. The release was quick.

“Ohhh… God. Fuck.” He blasted seed over Rulu’s teeth, mouth and face. Moaning, she clamped on the crown to take it all while furiously digging fingers into her own horny snatch.

Ember knelt up, frowning at Rulu. “Rulu! I needed that…”

“Ah indeed. My apologies.” Her tongue unwrapped from his cleaned, drool glistening cock. Rulu placed a hand on Ember’s thigh and kissed before the faun could protest, pouring inches of her cum-coated tongue past her lips. Greedy pale fingers sank into Ember’s tanned curves, kneading lustfully at her breasts, pushing herself down on Ember until she was pinned on the beach.

Enamored, William watched them moan and make out on the sand.

White strings broke between their lips. Rulu pulled back. “Does the amount suffice?”

“You know… If it didn’t…” William cleared his throat as his eyes jumped over the two horny women glued together by sweat and sex. He was, of course, hard again. “There’s more in the tap.”

“Speaking of which, I shall have seconds…” Rulu climbed off Ember and on William, mounting him in a quick wet shlurp. Her hips gyrated without shame and pussy clenched when he leaned up to begin tracing a series of appreciative fondles over her soft delicate body.

Her moans and motions were fueled by an urgent desperation. She was terrified. In her mind, these were the last days of her life.

“Mmf.” Ember wiped her lips with her fingers, managing to salvage a droplet. She smeared it against her forehead and mumbled the incantations of her Sorcerer’s Eye. Her ears jolted upright and mouth wide. “By the gods… You are a demi-god, one-thimble of a demi-god, but nonetheless a bonafide divinity.” Ember held her horns in shock, letting the droplet of gunk slide down her cheek. “This is… incredible. There have not been records of active living demi-gods in Nibir for hundreds of years. Incredible. Does this mean realms can be round?”

“Jesus…” William groaned as Rulu smacked her slippery hips against his crotch, burying his shaft in a tight squeeze of pleasure. “That… Haahh… Explains why sky-daddy has been so silent.” He wrangled Rulu by the neck, eliciting a cascade of spasms around her waist and a few odd rumbling sounds.

“Yesss… Harder…” She coaxed.

William squeezed and she squeezed back. It was hard to keep his thoughts on the half-god thing with the spread of stunning female voluptuousness around him. Not hard; Impossible. “How about you come over here Ember, and we have a thinking break.”

“I… Well, a little break wouldn’t hurt, would it?” Ember snorted, biting her lip as she watched the two of them fuck. She shimmied up against Rulu’s back, planting tiny kisses on her neck and taking gentle loving gropes of her petite chest.

No sooner had they started than did a wobbling purple portal the size of a coffee plate appear right between William’s face and tiddies. He let out an unmanly shriek.

Ember and Rulu stumbled off of him.

A ghostly hand emerged, bleeding like it was made from melting ghostly ice cream of purple ghostly-stuff. Between its fingers was a neatly folded envelope of yellowish paper stamped with a glowing square of arcane patterns.

“William Adams, the Ranger of Nastall,” said a listless female voice. “Thank you for your patronage, please leave a raving review for the Royal Parcelforce, and yada-yada. Take. It. Please.”

He took the letter. The arm and portal dissolved like a droplet of dye in the sea. William blinked.

“What did she say?” Ember climbed back on him, pushing her face close.

Rulu was right behind her, nose right up against the letter. “Hurry hurry!”

“Yeah, a moment.” William tore open the envelope, unfolded it, and read. It was amazing how his brain had adapted to Nibirian, as if it was as simple as English. Probably should’ve written down ‘All Languages’ on my character sheet…

He finished the letter, then read it over again before allowing the disappointment to crack his mood. He’d pleaded and begged, tried to negotiate to make it part of his pay, and still the Letter King had not relented. “It says, that when I deliver her the sceptre, the Letter King would be willing to arrange you an asylum in Nibir.” William let out an unsatisfied sigh.

Rulu’s enthusiasm flattened with his own.

“That’s great news, isn’t it?” Ember asked with a hopeful smile.

He shrugged. “If the sceptre’s magic isn’t already ruined by those mana-maggots, if we find it in time, and if we deliver it in time. That’s an uncomfortable stack of what ifs. But, yeah we’re still gonna try. I guess it’s alright news, but I was hoping for something more.”

“Uh-hu, we’ll still try!” Ember balled her fists with determination. “And, you could always use the