A Most Agreeable Bargain Ch. 02

Her relaxation and comfort apparent, Yorigthi slid himself outward, and thrust forward. Feeling her wet, eager warmth around him, he did not keep things slow for long. Gradually pumping faster, before long his body slapped against hers, the Teuthid taking her deep. His powerful thrusts continued, as Nalaisi was no longer able to hold back her enthusiasm. Her gasps and moans became louder, and she cried out his name when he started to firmly rub her clit with a tentacle.

"Fuck," he gasped, between deep, loud moans; his passion and intensity uninhibited. "Your pussy's so damn tight. Its," he murmured, "perfect."

"Heh... glad you... think so," Nalaisi breathed, writhing and rocking against him, becoming even more aroused as the tentacles touched and caressed her with definite ease, now familiar with her contours. She reached down to touch herself with two fingers as he moved in and out, and she would feel his flesh slide in and out of her under her fingers, filling her up all the way before pulling almost all the way out and then filling her up again, causing a delicious pressure to build up within her

"Mmm, that's it," he urged. "Play with that pussy. Spread it for me." Her desire pushing him further, Yorigthi wrapped his arms around her legs and spread them further.

"Say it. Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn," he urged her. She eagerly parroted the words, and they repeated it back and forth several times as the frenzy increased. He hit her deeper, thrusting his full length within, again and again. He moaned deeply, gripping her, pumping faster still. He watched her tits bounce, his tentacles wrapped loosely around them, the movement of the mounds turning him on even more. "Cum for me," he urged, his longing all too apparent. "Say my name and cum for me."

She nodded, and continued playing with herself as she felt his fierce thrusting, and the tentacles massaging and teasing her. It did not take her too long, and she had another mind-blowing orgasm as she shrieked out his name, clenching around him as hard as she could as she felt her release wash over her like a soothing surge of flame.

As she came, Yorigthi gripped her tightly, thrusting through the intense orgasm. He could feel her cum around his cock, a low growl of a moan rumbling in his throat. Once again looking to prolong her orgasm, and to bring on another of his own, he continued his powerful thrusts. Leaning back slightly, he pulled Nalaisi forward, quickly pulling her down on his throbbing manhood.

His second orgasm came on quicker than the first, nearly without warning. As he reached his peak, his body quivered with pleasure, her name tumbling from his lips. He released her legs and let her lie back, laying over her, chest rising and falling with deep, quick breaths. A tentacle caressed her lips and cheek, appreciatively. His cock lingered inside of her, wrapped up in her tightness, warmed in the essence of their mixed orgasms.

She loosely wrapped her legs around his middle, as if telling him that she didn't want him to leave. They lay there together in mutual bliss, bodies supine in the afterglow as she felt him caress her face with a tentacle. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes, content to simply feel his body and touch as she relaxed amidst the comfortable bedding, on occasion clenching around him to more strongly feel him inside of her.

Each tensing was met with a low moan and a few short, teasing thrusts. He ran his hands through her hair, his tentacles caressing where the hands did not. Now and again, even without her tightening, he'd grind against her, offer quick hints of pleasure and suggesting, eventually, they would be going another round.

Her hands moved from the pillow to touch him, sliding up his arms and shoulders to move down his back as she would give him an occasional teasing wiggle now and then. She couldn't believe how incredible it had been. She'd expected to just lay back and let him have her, and she'd ended up participating more than she'd thought she would, not that she minded, of course. No more than a half hour could have gone by since their arrival... she shivered at the thought of him having her until dawn.

Yorigthi had agreed to keep their agreement private, but a girl was expected to be virgin until her wedding night. She'd given it to this creature, this ancient god or alien or whatever he was. Oh, it had been enjoyable. More than it would have been with Badru, she was certain. Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn. Ia, Ia, she mused, wondering what these cryptic words meant.

Hands and tentacles idly caressed her body as she was allowed a respite from her exertions. Sweat beaded her brow, and her loins tingled from Yorigthi's thorough attentions. However, after an interval, she found herself flipped over onto her belly after Yorigthi placed a cushion under her. Barely before she could ask what was happening, he had penetrated her, and she moaned lowly, her slick folds easily admitting him.

Nalaisi arched and lifted her head, fingers digging into the bedding. His fingers dug into her hips as he buried himself deep, displaying his more aggressive tendencies. She felt his fingers tangle into the back of her head before pulling firmly. He continued to plunge into her relentlessly, letting go of her hair to give her several swats across her rear end.

Nalaisi would have been horrified at the thought of striking someone in intimacy, but the slap left a pleasing warmth across her rear cheek.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she panted, her fingers and toes digging into the blankets for leverage as she took his hard and fierce fucking, panting out his name.

Each time she called out, he gave it to her harder, lifting her off the pillows with the help of tentacles and plowing down into her. More quick thrusts would follow, Yorigthi ultimately bringing his hands to rest on her hips. He held them, allowing him to keep up with the swift, deep penetrations.

Having cum twice, he lasted longer this time. He plowed into her until he came, throwing his head back and moaning her name loud enough for it to echo off the cavern walls.

She pushed back against hm, grinding against him so that it almost seemed as if her pussy would swallow up his balls. She felt his orgasm, and cried out his name again as she felt him grip her hips. As his rhythm slowed, she slumped in his lap, her pussy throbbing, cum seeping out of her. She gasped softly and leaned back, her back against his chest as she felt a tentacle gently wrap itself around her throat. Her head lolled back against his shoulder as she looked up at him, trembling faintly.

Her head lolling back, the sight of her as he held her neck, the subtle trembling... it was all enough to make him want to keep right on going. Giving her several short, quick thrusts, he slowed, reminding himself that Nalaisi had limits.

Running a tentacle over her cheek, he eventually released her throat and carried her to the bed before setting her down, seeing her loosely curl up in a fetal position. He laid beside her, wrapping an arm around and pulling his companion close. Despite the newness of her surroundings, Nalaisi found it easy to relax as she felt a tentacle drape across her arm. Less than an hour had gone by, and he'd fucked her twice. Would she regret this? She knew she should, but hell, she didn't want to. After experiencing what Yorigthi was capable of, she doubted she'd have pleasure of the same level from any human man.

Yorigthi allowed himself several moments to bask in satisfaction. After letting her to doze for a bit, he roused her. Knowing she was sore from their mating, he allowed her a respite by sharing some of his food with her and a revitalizing tea. Then there had been more mating. Then another rest where she sat outside, feeling the sun on her face. He showed her where he got his drinking water – from a spring that bubbled up from deep within the rock to form a rivulet before ending in a pool that was a short distance from Yorigthi's cave.

Early afternoon shone on a young woman who was finding herself more satisfied with the agreement she'd made with the cliff-dweller than she had ever dared to hope. She knew she was not the first woman, nor would she be the last, who'd sealed bargains with sexual favors. It was generally frowned upon, but though many would not say it out loud, it became necessary in some cases. It was said that prostitution was the world's oldest profession... and one could say that sex was the world's oldest commodity to be traded for.

She looked up as Yorigthi set down a tub that had an ornate design along the edges and handle, Draped across the sides were towels, and floating on top of the water was a sponge.

"I imagine you might like to refresh yourself," he commented kindly. She blushed, feeling the dry sweat on her brow. He unfolded one of the towels and spread it out near the tub so that she could wash herself in the warm sunlight.

The water was mildly cool, and she could almost swear she tasted its sweetness through her skin. She removed her tunic and methodically worked the sponge along her body. It did not take her long to notice that the Teuthid was watching, his tentacles slowly moving and curling as he stroked them like an old man might stroke a beard. Her first instinct was to blush and turn away, but deliberately, she turned toward him so that he had a better view when it came time to wash her breasts.

She squeezed the sponge to drip water along her face and neck, feeling the droplets slide down her chest and back. She closed her eyes, arching her back. When she opened them, she did not miss the fact that the tips of Yorigthi's tentacles were now tightly curled.

She spread her knees and leaned back when it came time to wash her privates. A towel helped to clean away the sticky slickness that came from multiple pairings. It wouldn't have occurred her to do this in front of Badru, but she had come to find Yorigthi's attentions to be more welcome than she'd anticipated. His fingers twitched as she stroked her inner thighs with lazy swipes of the sponge. Still, he restrained himself, his fingers and tentacles seeming to be the only part of him that moved.

Finally, there was no more she could do, and she started patting herself dry with a towel.

"After you're done, you may put on a robe, and go rest. I am going for a swim."

She was surprised he would leave her, but she knew she did need rest. It was nice that he was willing to pay mind to her needs. "I will be waiting for you," she replied.

"You had better be," he wagged his finger at her, admonishing her in a mock gruff tone.

She settled into the bed after pulling on the robe he'd left out for her, and it did not take her long to fall asleep. In due time, she woke up to the sensation of tentacles sliding along her face and arms. His skin smelled faintly of seawater, along with a certain subtle musk.

"Yorigthi..." she breathed. "Welcome back."

He chuckled softly at that before he pulled her body close to his own, and she wrapped her arms around him.

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