Ink You / Us Ch. 06

He narrowed his eyes at this as the words sunk in. He turned to the barbarian woman who was leering down at him, and dropped trough for her. The room was silent as Jay stood there, his flaccid meat hanging there low and thickly. The waitress ran out of the room, blushing. Most of the men who saw looked away hurriedly, and most of the women who looked were craning their heads for a better angle. There were a few whistles and one appreciative golf clap.

Veera was no shy virgin and merely smiled. "You'll do," she said. "Come."

Big Boy was simply staring wide-eyed at Jay. "But I could break you over my knee!"

Jay turned to the man, swallowed, and manage to rally with, "well, I... I could break you over my cock."

Big Boy went from surprise to murderous rage in a moment and he took a step towards Jay, clenched fists at the ready. The relatively diminutive incubus stood his ground, panic in his eyes, but he stood his ground, raising his own hands to mount whatever feeble defense he could.

Suddenly, the charging man doubled over in pain during his rush, looking down to see Sarah had planted an elbow deep into his abdomen. Before his body could sag to the ground, he saw that Veera was holding him up by his hair.

"There should not be shame about the size of our bodies," Veera said. "But it is immensely shameful to attack the defenseless."

"Hell, I would fuck you up for fun," Sarah said, straightening up and taking a step back, remaining in front of Jay.

And distantly, from a table in the back, Lily called out. "I could fireball you too! What combustible temperatures does to a healthy adventurer's body would be of esoteric scientific value to me."

Big Boy whimpered and raised his open hands up, palm out, and backed away from the women, his testosterone driven pride shriveling up as much as other parts of his anatomy.

Veera's hands engulfed Jay's hand and she pulled him toward her. "Come, lucky hung boy, let us go."

"I..." Jay looked back at Sarah, who was already walking back to the table with Lily. He tried to search her face, but all he could see was apathetic coldness.

"Just be sure to kiss her," Sarah said, not looking at him. "It's only gentlemanly."

After the two disappeared out of view upstairs, Lily tapped her pen on the table. "'Be sure to kiss her,' hm? And here I thought you were being nice to her."

"Mmhmm," Sarah prodded the contents of her bowl with a spoon.

"Also, during your duel with the woman, where you absorbed an attack and appeared completely unharmed," Lily said, "that wasn't just your endurance increasing to shrug off the blow. You did something intentional. A new technique. Am I correct?"

"Mmhmm."

"And that just came to you?"

"Came to me in a dream, yes," Sarah said.

"Oh, yes. Very helpful and not enigmatic at all," Lily replied, jotting something down. "So, should we get up there in about twenty minutes to make sure an incubus doesn't destroy the town?"

Sarah's face broke out into a not very nice grin.

* * *

Jay had to look up to Sarah who stood at six feet tall, but Veera was almost seven feet tall with proportionate increases in shoulder size and musculature. She looked like the sort of woman who could shepherd dead warriors into celestial drinking halls for an eternity of feasting, but instead of riding on a horse, she'd just pick you up and take you, or possibly throw you. He was struck by how crowded and intimate the room felt just by sharing it with the woman.

She watched him looking her over, a cocky grin on her face as she stood there, basking in his appreciative observations.

"You have never been with a warrior of the Virago?" she asked, drawing herself to full height and squaring her shoulders.

"I've been with Sarah," Jay said, uncertain of how to approach this seduction. He was used to being the one in the lead, but more than that, he liked to adapt an approach that would be well-received. Veera had described what she wanted downstairs and he only had one qualification. He wondered what turned her on.

"Ha ha," she laughed. "Sarah would be a girl in my tribe. So tiny."

"A tiny girl who managed to defeat you," Jay pointed out.

He had expected defensive arrogance, in the same way that Big Boy had reacted to Jay when he had insulted his pride. Instead, Veera shrugged. "That she did. Her strength in combat is admirable, and we will fight again. I expect to win. But in terms of our bodies..."

And here she reached long, toned, muscular arms over her head and pulled off her top. The sports bra did not exactly leave much to the imagination, but seeing breasts of her magnitude free of their constraints was inspiring.They had virtually no sag to them, almost artificial in their perkiness as they stood out off her chest, as big as his head - large even on her statuesque body.

"I would say she is like a girl in my tribe. Then again, so are you. Strip," she said. It wasn't barked like a command, but nor was it a mere request for his nudity.

He peeled off his shirt, folded it, and then placed it on a chair. Veera undid her boots and pulled down her loincloth. She then stood there, gloriously nude, her mane of red hair cascading down over her shoulders. Jay wondered what it was in the Virago Tribe's ways or ancestry that produced a lineage of warrior women with ridiculously sized breasts despite the low fat content of the rest of their muscular bodies. Or perhaps Veera was just a unique specimen with her wavy, shimmering hair, full lips, and smooth and beautiful skin.

"The warrior of my tribe are beautiful," Veera said, looking down at him with an appraising look. She looked like she was in the butcher's shop, looking for the best cuts of beef. "Though, I'm exceptional."

"What are the men of your tribe like?" he asked. He felt a moment of shyness, watching the hungry stare on Veera's face. True, he liked to induce lust in women, but he felt a bit lost on what to do in this case. It seemed merely showing up naked was significant, which detracted somewhat from the fun.

Nonetheless, he couldn't deny that he was growing hard, and releasing himself from the confine of his pants was a relief.

"They are like the man that almost hurt you in the tavern," she said, reaching forward with a hand, lifting his soft cock almost gingerly. "Big. Strong. Like our women."

"I figured," Jay said, stepping out of his pants.

He tried to read her, tried to peer into her to get some inkling towards what she wanted besides something big. Perhaps that really was it.

She smiled and pulled at him, causing him to yelp as she directed him, cock first towards the bed. "You are like a horse," she said. She shoved him onto the bed, and he turned around, sitting up on the bed, backing up to allow her to join him. "Or perhaps a pony."

Her hand was on his balls, squeezing them and hefting them with a proprietary air. She touched him because she wanted to and would. Even the spaces she occupied and moved through was done with an entitlement to volume and space.

"Your balls are heavy. You are certainly healthy and virile in places," she said. "Perhaps if we got you onto a different diet, you would be acceptable. And you let me train your body. Make you more of a man."

Her eyes gave him a look of approval as he grew harder, reaching his full length and hardness. She wrapped his fingers around his base and gave him a nod when even her large fingers could not quite fully encircle his girth.

"I like my body," Jay said.

"Parts of it are good," Veera replied.

He narrowed his eyes and straightened up onto his knees, next to the barbarian as she remained on knees and a hand, the other around him still. He bent over slightly, running a hand down her shoulder, and then onto her chest. His hands looked tiny on her tits, he marveled. He caressed them, circling around her nipples, allowing them to be brushed directly occasionally. Jay lowered his voice and whispered into her ear, "let me give you pleasure."

Her eyes had shut as he began to administer to her.. He kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her hair gently to one side to allow him clear access as he tongue the area beneath her ear, and then sucked lightly at her earlobe. This got another pleased growl from the woman.

"You do not pleasure me," Veera said, "I take it from you."

And with that, she wrapped a hand around his throat, and forced him down into the bed upon his back. Her grip wasn't meant to choke him, and certainly wasn't near her combat potential, but it was meant as a declaration of control. He reached up to her fingers, loosening them. She looked amused, like a cat watching a mouse roar in challenge. He placed one of her fingers in his mouth, licking it and sucking it at it, while his body writhed. He watched her eyes, seeing that this drew her attention.

She was straddling one of his thighs, and he brought this up to rub against her wet sex, grinding to add some frictional pressure from his position.

"You should be more receptive to receiving," he said.

"That is not the Virago way," she said. "None of the warriors, men or women, I've been with were able to control me. You stand very little chance. I am using a fraction of my strength, little one."

"Little?"

This got a smile from her, "Little Big One, then."

"That's better," he said, raising an arm to her chest to play with her nipples again.

He noted that she had talked about control when he had mentioned the topic of merely receiving pleasure. With incubus instinct, he felt a thread that could be pulled - literally, on her nipples, prominent and erect.

She sucked in a quick intake of breath and glared at him, "what do you think you're doing?"

He kept pulling, making the woman bend towards him, lowering her torso and face towards him. He brought his face up to her breast, a hand massaging the perimeter of it as he licked around her hardening nipple. "Controlling you. Strong as you are, it doesn't mean you can't be controlled by someone as weak as me."

She was aware of his thigh continuing to apply pressure and stimulate to between her legs as his lips engulfed her nipple, applying gentle suction. Veera was uncertain about how to feel about her partner's features, which were grinning mischievously up at her. She had slept with a variety of men and women, but the men were manly men, and the women were womanly women. Jay occupied an odd area in her mind.

"I could break you," she said, demonstrating with removing her hand and fingers from Jay's mouth, and placing it on his chest. She straightened up and pushed away, and while he stood no chance in resisting the push, he sucked harder, causing Veera to stop pushing so hard. She involuntarily let out a moan, but steeled her features.

"Yeah, but good girls don't break their toys," he said, releasing his oral grip on her.

He braced himself as she wrapped her hand around his throat again. "Strength is the only thing that matters. Strength is control. And I control my strength."

In a position familiar to Jay, but in the reverse, he found himself beneath her as she positioned her knees on either side of his head. With a firm grip on his hair, she looked him in the eye. "I will take my pleasure now."

He looked up into her lips, noting how absolutely hairless she was everywhere. He wondered if this was a result of meticulous grooming or perhaps another genetic victory for the women of Virago. Jay licked his lips, feeling his hunger surging, but she held him fast. His blood called to him, demanding he satiate his hunger. Veera maintained position, trying to establish to him that he was going to perform cunnilingus on her schedule, when she permitted.

So he slapped her cheeks with as much strength as he could muster from this position. There was a loud clapping noise. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her expression of shock. It was totally worth it in his mind, even as he had to shake his hands from the pain.

"What's a matter?" he asked, grinning. He let his hands grip her shapely hips.

"You are insolent," she said.

"How does this normally go?" he asked. "Would you have had that other man, docile and erect beneath you as you ride him to completion?"

"Yes!" She raised herself up, and after a laughably short struggle, grabbed both his wrists, and held them above his head.

"That doesn't seem very fun," Jay said, raising an eyebrow at her.

And then she pressed her vagina to his lips, but she didn't do it in a way that was conducive to oral sex. She smothered him, rubbing herself from chin to nose roughly, like she was marking him.

Her wetness and the scent of her arousal added more fuel to the fire inside Jay. He bucked and tried to begin using his tongue somehow, but it didn't seem possible given his lack of leverage. Jay looked up defiantly up at her as she smirked down at her. He gave her a wink.

"You cannot dominate without strength, and you are... urk..." Veera suddenly stopped moving and grinding her lower lips on Jay. She sort of hunched over slightly, her abs flexed as she kept still. She whispered in a slightly choked voice, "you... wouldn't dare."

He laughed but didn't say anything, because while his mouth wasn't exactly full, his teeth were precisely spaced and positioned to pinch her throbbing, sensitive clitoris. The threat was clear, as he increased the pressure ever so slightly. She didn't move further, which allowed him to administer his tongue to her clitoris as he widened his teeth again.

She exhaled sharply, as if her breath had been kicked out of her. "You have a skilled, but insolent tongue. You put up a good fight, Little Big One."

Her grip tightened on his hair, pulling it painfully, "I will have your obedience." Her expression turned puzzled, her palms noticing strange bumps on his head.

Threats are only good if you're willing to carry them out, so with a precision only an incubus eating pussy could perform, he pinched his teeth together around her clit, enough to cause pain, but would not break skin or go so far as to cause a ceasing of the activities.

She growled, her face scrunching up. "Fine! Ugh! I..."

He derailed her train of thought with his tongue, pressing the flat of it against her clit. Many women were sensitive here, and too much stimulation was counter-productive, but he was getting the feeling that an aggressive and all-in approach would work well with Veera. She stared down at him, her lips parted slightly as she watched him, clearly torn about letting the pleasure continue, or her need to assert control.

She let go of her hair, and he let go of her clitoris in the hostage exchange. She raised off him completely, and then straddled his waist, his cock placed in front of her cunt as she stroked it up and down.

"You are like a leaky faucet," she said. "Where is your tribe from, Jay? You are not like the men I have met before."

"I left my people," Jay said, her hands tracing a path down from her chest, across her stomach, and settling on her hips. "I'm alone out here."

She grabbed his wrists firmly. "You do not give up."

"What's the point of that?" he asked, as she raised her hips and placed the head of his cock under her lips.

"I wasn't objecting, Little Big One," she smiled as she sunk herself onto him.

She took him to the root in one smooth motion, and when her cheeks met his thighs, she gave out a satisfied sigh. Veera luxuriated in the full feeling, rocking her hips from side to side and she growled again. "Yes. You're... quite filling."

"So they tell me," Jay said, shifting his own hips with the limited range of motion he had.

"Like Sarah," Veera surmised.

"Yes," Jay's brow furrowed, momentarily taking his eyes off her body and looking at her face again.

"Do you really fit all of this inside of her?"

"Eventually," he said.

Veera slid forward while remaining mostly upright, her hands on his chest, almost pulling him out of her, and then she slid back again. He watched the way the muscles on her torso moved as she began undulating her body, rubbing herself against the front of her cunt.

Her breathing quickened as she shut her eyes, the rhythm to her fucking holding steady as it grew in intensity. The bed made loud creaks as she drove back with more and more force, bottoming him out inside of her.

Then, she began holding her breath as her movements kept going, hitching a couple of times, pausing in odd places as her muscles began seizing. Finally, she breathed out, "yes!" Her rocking slowed down and became more erratic and slowed as she came. Seeing an opportunity, he began to thrust into her hard, sending her over the edge. "Y-... yeeesss..."

He attenuated her orgasm by slowly thrusting into her as she lost the ability to move. She bent forward, groaning deeply, the sensation stretching out as much as her cunt as he slowly filled her out again as she began to come down.

Jay smiled at her, "I like seeing you cum."

She opened her eyes and looked down at him with a haughty smile. "It is too bad you are not a warrior."

"I'm a lover, not a fighter," he replied easily.

"Indeed, I am a superior woman, and that means I get my first pick of men. And while I would never, ever dare pollute my bloodline with someone as worthless and scrawny as you, you could be my toy."

"Ha ha, flattered. First off, we're not done. Secondly, I'm sure we'll bump into each other and we can play with each other," he said, emphasizing the point by thrusting his hips into her.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering a moment. She refocused on him, a calcualting look on her face now. "Still, Sarah does not deserve to have this."

"What?" Jay narrowed his eyes.

Veera smiled because she knew she had found a point of weakness. "I am taller and stronger. My body is more bountiful and beautiful," this was emphasized by grabbing her titanic breasts. "My skin is smoother, my hair is better, and my lips are fuller. Sarah is..."

"Veera," Jay said in a low voice, "you can boast of your wonderful body. You can insult me all you like. We all have different roads to arousal, but I won't let you..."

There was a flash of genuine anger in the woman's eyes, the look on her face resembling the bloodlust she had before Sarah and her fought. Her hand gripped his throat again, tight enough to immediately render him light-headed. "You will not tell me what I cannot and can do."

Jay's hands tried to pry Veera's off of his throat, but she wasn't playing around this time. It was like trying to budge marble. He tried to swallow, focusing on the task as he found his air supply dwindling.

"You may wish to defend her honor, which is admirable," Veera said menacingly, "but I am in charge here. And if I wish to say whatever I want of that washed-up, homely matron, you cannot..."

She watched as he raised a trembling hand slowly. Red-faced, but never losing that fierce defiance from his eyes, he slapped her.

It was hard enough to sting, but certainly nothing that Veera would actually be bothered by. She glared at him, maintaining her grip until his hand fell down beside his face, his eyes closing. She released her grip on his throat, where she had left marks that were already bruising. Veera slapped him on the face, this time to rouse him from forced slumber.

There was no response. She got off of him, noticing the unconscious man managed to retain an erection.

That was good, she decided. She wasn't done by a long shot, and she was going to break in this man.

Jay's fingers twitched, but he remained in oxygen deprived darkness.