Terrible Company Ch. 12

"Oh fuck," Val groaned, as the flared head of his cock disappeared inside of her. "Oh Fuck." Her right hand stayed at her shaft, keeping it lined up, and as much as she wanted to continue playing with herself, her left hand came up to cover her mouth. Partly to hide her slack-jawed expression and partly to muffle the silent screams. Nevermind that they were silent.

Ayen's eyes were wide as his hips drove forward, both of them keeping a hand in place to guide. Neither of them trusting Mother Nature to handle the mechanics.

"Oh Fuck!"

Both of them were riveted, staring down in awe as Val's shaft swelled around him. Becoming thicker around than it had ever been. It was almost more than she could get her hand around, and Val was the first to pull her hand back. One by one, the ridges along the side of her shaft became even more prominent, standing out through her green and pink skin like displaced ribs. Each one a cord of muscle. Val whined higher and higher.

Ayen only stopped thrusting when his hand, wrapped around the middle of his shaft, came to rest against her clit. She clamped both hands over her mouth, toes curled tightly into the balls of her feet, while Ayen caught his breath.

"You're a little afraid," he said, seemingly infinitely more composed than her.

Val nodded absently. She could not tear her eyes away from the place where their bodies came together.

"You're afraid that it won't go back.

Again, she nodded.

"You're afraid, and yet, you couldn't stop yourself right now if you tried. Because it feels too good."

Val nodded again. Ayen chuckled and ran his tongue along the tips of his teeth.

He moved his left hand down to his knee for balance, and worked his hips slowly. In a circle. Down and forward, and then back and up. Their shafts moved together, staying coupled. His cock tightly embraced by her shaft. The strain of two of his fingers had been amazing. This was...

This is what I do to her, Val thought, recognizing the frantically-overloaded sensations of her nerves. She carefully filed away the realization that even when she was with Ayen, she couldn't help but think of the sour little mage. My sour little mage.

"Deeper," she grunted. "Go deeper." Ayen smiled and slid forward, and they groaned together. In unison. She moved her left hand to rest gently against his hip, not to prevent him or slow him but to feel the rhythm of it. To connect with it. Her right hand came away from her mouth too, though her jaw had not lifted yet, and rested against the center of her chest above her breasts. "Deeper."

The Half Elf blew out a long, slow breath through pursed lips as his cock slid farther and farther into her.

Suddenly, she gasped. Underneath the base of her shaft, at the smooth level of her groin, Ayen's cockhead pressed against something; her vulva; the true vaginal opening. She knew it would yield to him, but the shock of finding another layer inside of herself was... warmly thrilling. Val loved her body. Her head rolled back into the tree, and she let out a long, throaty moan as he penetrated her completely. Her clit sang from the pressure of pressing into his groin.

"Is that ok?" he asked, voice pitched low.

"Yes!" she screamed. "More!"

His fingers clamped around her shoulder, and Val moaned again as Ayen thrust in earnest. It was loud. Loud and wet; two adjectives Val thought all sex should have in abundance. His hips worked up and down, driving that magnificent cock into her over and over and over. The feel of his flared head stretching that opening each time it passed in and out of her core had her filling the night sky with song.

She wasn't sure if the wind had changed or what, but suddenly the smell of her own arousal hit her like a tidal wave. Her achingly-hard nipples begged for attention, and she was a slave to their plea. She pinched them both, and again harder. Painfully hard. Deafeningly hard. Blindingly hard. Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. Val bucked and twitched, losing almost complete awareness of herself, though she knew vaguely that Ayen never stopped or slowed once. In fact, he seemed to be gaining momentum and force.

Not that she couldn't handle it. In fact, once she was able to pry her eyelids apart and the stars stopped dancing in front of her eyes, she found she really wanted him to push her.

"Harder," she growled, feeling a primal surge within herself. Something deep inside that had been dormant all her life. "Harder!"

Ayen grunted with effort. He shifted his right knee further out to give himself better leverage, but there was a limit to what he could do from that angle. The sound of his cock repeatedly plunging into her echoed through the woods.

"Harder!!"

She gave him no time to make good on her demand. She wrapped her hand around his throat, driving him back and to his side in an arc. His cock pulled free from her shaft with a loud schloop, and he fell back against the tree while Val was rising away from the same. His arms and legs were a tangle of lanky obstacles between her and her goal. She moved quickly on her knees to be in front of him, pushing his back flat against the tree and deflecting his arms.

She grabbed his ankles and lifted them up above his shoulder. Ayen squealed as he tried to brace himself, and Val's full-throated growl did nothing to stop his squirming.

"Line it up!" she roared. Ayen scrambled to get control of his arms, and reach around behind his thighs to grab their shafts with one hand each. Fluid was pouring out of her, dribbling onto his shaft, balls, and lower abs, and she loved it. She loved the way his skin flinched and twitched from the heat of it, like wax from a candle. Ayen's eyes popped as he stared into the gape he had wrought. His hands quivered as he angled her shaft down, and his away to meet her. His head slid inside of her with greater ease, though the feeling of being full was just as enticing.

Just as alluring.

Val hooked one booted foot around the ankle of the other, her pants having only sagged as far as the tops of her thighs, and slid her knees slightly farther apart. She let go of his ankles and planted her hands on the tree just over his shoulders, and his feet came down to rest on hers. Shock and awe danced through his features as she leaned over him. Her body, down the line of her back, was nearly diagonal from her knees to her shoulders. The bark of the tree cracked as her nails dug into it, and she set her arms firmly in place.

The best part of their position, Val thought, was that the lengths of their shafts made it so that there was room between their bodies, and when she started thrusting, that gave her breasts room to move too. Val loved the way her breasts moved. Her thrusting was a sinuous coiling motion, middle section extending toward him and pulling back. Muscles in her back and abdomen, thighs and ass, working in rhythm. Furious rhythm. Thunderous rhythm. Her shaft swallowed his to the hilt over and over, coming nearly halfway out before slamming back down. The top of his cheeks, the backs of his thighs, and his tender pouch were awash in her fluid, as more came flushing out of her with every push.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched out. Val was shocked at Ayen's stamina. She could feel how turned on he was. She could see the way his lids fluttered. She knew how hard she could squeeze him. Was squeezing him.

On and on. Distantly, Val thought she could hear Katsa's voice too, and that made her smile.

As much as watching her breasts sway beneath her pleased her, Val knew there was a path to more. "Grab my nipples," she snarled. Ayen's quick hands had no trouble grabbing hold of the diamond-hard tips of her wildly-bouncing breasts, and Val howled at the way he pulled. At the way just keeping that part of her breast locked in place, against the way the rest of her body was moving, ignited her. "Fuck! Fuck!!"

Ayen gave each of them a sharp twist, in opposing directions, and Val exploded. She threw her head back and cried into the night. Her body writhed and twitched, muscles spasming faster than her conscious mind could fathom. Ayen squealed, red-faced beneath her, pulling on her dark green nipples like the reins of a horse he was desperately trying to stop.

"Oh Gods," Val moaned, squeezing every muscle tightly as she arched back and away. "Ooooh Gods!" Her cream flowed, thicker now, around his cock on nearly all sides. "Ooooh fucking Gods!"

After several long, glorious seconds, the Half Elf let go of her nipples, and Val slowly sat back on her heels. For every little bit she sat back, a little more of his cock pulled out of her meaty sleeve, until just his head and a little more were still inside of her. His cock had a pearly white sheen covering the lengthy of it, with globs of it gathered near the base and around his balls. Val smiled as she panted, and ran her fingers through her hair. The way he was smiling at her, looking her body up and down... Val had never felt more beautiful.

He was still hard.

"Did you cum yet?" she asked.

Ayen shook his head, though he only stopped staring at her sweat-covered form long enough to make brief eye contact. She was perfectly drunk, feeling that light buzz and the flexibility it gave to reality.

"Do you want to?" She knew it for a dumb question even as she asked, but found that the enthusiasm with which he answered, albeit non-verbally, was entirely satisfying. She flexed her core muscles, squeezing everything from the top of her abs down to the top of her thighs, and delighted in the way he jumped. The way his breath caught.

Val leaned forward slightly, keeping her hips and shaft where they were, and took the exposed part of his cock in hand. "Would you like to cum inside me?" she asked, smirking playfully as she moved her hand very slowly. Stroking. The palm of her hand was immediately and completely slick.

"Y-yes," he said, voice a little unsteady as he shuddered, "but..."

She caught her lip between her sharp canines and smiled. Stroking him slowly, with a light grip that dragged and stretched the skin along his marble length. Veins throbbed beneath her fingers. She liked the aesthetic of veins. Her own ridges were different. Not better or worse, in her opinion; merely different, but she definitely liked veins.

"But?" she said, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Can I pop your other cherry too?"

Val blinked, stunned though her hand continued to travel up and down his shaft. "You want to—"

"Yes," he said eagerly, leaning forward as he interrupted her. His eyes lit up. "I mean, I'm assuming you're still a virgin back there. If you'd never even done this before..." He brushed his fingers across the back of her hand as she stroked him.

"I am," she said, squirming ever-so-slightly. "But..."

"But?"

Val held his gaze steady for a moment, and then moved closer to him. Inching forward on her knees. Both of them moaned, softly, as the full length of his cock burrowed into her. Val's breath came in shallow bursts, and Ayen's eyelids fluttered. The beautiful pressure of her clit brushing against his hairless groin had her skin tingling. Val leaned in closer and licked her lips.

"But?" he repeated.

"I want to try this first," Val said breathily.

"Try whuuu-uuuuu-uuuuuu..." Ayen's voice melted into thoughtless sound as Val squeezed him. She kept her hips still, using only the different muscles groups in her shaft to work him over. She knew her control of those muscles was not as good as it could be. She knew that if she spent time working on it, she could learn to squeeze each of the individual ridges. As it was, Val could only articulate three different areas near the tip, middle, and base of her shaft, with each area comprised of two or more ridges.

What she lacked in fine motor control, though, she made up for in gross motor control. Ayen's eyes rolled up behind the lids as she squeezed him, working her shaft in waves. Milking him. Halting, ragged gurgles, as his mouth filled with saliva. She took particular pleasure in a line of drool that overflowed the corner of his lips, and squeezed harder.

"Ah-g," he cried. "Ah-gh!"

"Oh dear," Val grunted, though it took effort to get her voice to behave. "If you can't... handle this—"

"Ayguhah!"

The ridges on her shaft rippled around his. Squeezing and releasing. Val gently rolled his left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and that was the final straw.

Ayen bucked, his whole body lighting up like a live wire. His cock throbbed inside of her, shaking violently as spurt after spurt flowed into her. Val hummed happily, feeling the heat of his cum so deep inside of her. In her core. He fell back, spent, against the tipped-over tree trunk, after the fifth powerful spurt. Val smiled as she continued to milk him, trying to draw out every drop with the undulating motion of her shaft. He groaned a little with every breath, even after she slid back and uncoupled their shafts.

"That was good," she said, leaning in to whisper into his ear. Ayen nodded slowly, still not fully composed. "I liked that. We'll do that again."

"Good," he croaked.

"Not every time. Not even most of the time... but we'll definitely do that again."

"Can't wait," he wheezed.

Val smiled broadly as she stood up, and widened the smile even more once her back was turned. She headed out into the darkened forest, toward the stream but away from the sounds of Katsa still telling the sky about her bliss, and then stopped with a quirk of her lips. One hand went down to take hold of her shaft, and with the index finger of the other she tested out her gape. Copious amounts of their cum soaked her finger, and Val moaned at the sheer size of the hole in the middle of her shaft where he had stretched her.

"Oh yeah," she said to herself. "We're gonna do that again."

***

Val was already dressed and back in her gear by the time she heard someone approaching, though she was surprised that it was the girls and not Ayen. She was even more surprised when Katsa and Mathilda were still naked, and then outright shocked when she saw the men behind them holding them at swordpoint. Katsa was wearing a particularly furious flavor of her normally sour expression. Ivy came through a moment later, and only then did Val realize that they were not merely stretching but had their hands up behind their heads.

"She saw them coming," Katsa said, nodding to Ivy. "She was drawing us, and she saw them coming from far enough away that she drew them into the background!"

"All of you," shouted one of the mercenaries, a particularly gruff-looking character. "All of you on your knees!"

Val was at once surprised and completely unsurprised to feel a lump in her throat at the sight of Katsa being threatened. The instinct to lunge across the campsite and make a tidy mess of the the Blonde's antagonist was figuratively overwhelming. Not literally, but certainly figuratively. Katsa and Mathilda knelt side by side, with Ivy kneeling slightly away from them and Val facing them from across the fire pit.

"You," the gruff one shouted, pointing at Val. "On yer knees!"

The Healer and the Arcanist both nodded at her covertly, and Val huffed as she dropped down to her knees. Ivy started nodding too, though she did so with a perplexed expression. Val couldn't help but flex her biceps just a little as her fingers interlaced behind her head. One of the shorter mercenaries in the back swallowed hard as he stared at her arms, and Val chuckled.

"Where is he?"

Val, Mathilda, and Katsa groaned in unison. Ivy simply looked around, as if attempting to sort out the answer for herself. Ayen had certainly been gone long enough to be done. Despite the bemused expression she wore, Val's mind raced to find a way to get ahead of the curve.

Suddenly, she turned and stared at Ivy. "Three, two, one, go!"

Ivy beamed at Katsa, pure competitiveness without any of assuredness that normally comes with having won twenty three straight rounds of the Quiet game. The Arcanist looked back and forth in horrified, silent indignity, but her pride would not allow her to bend. She drew herself up, ignoring the fact that she was still as naked as the day she was born, and met Ivy's challenging gaze.

"What's all that about?" the first mercenary asked warily.

"Nothing," Val said. "They're just... um..."

"Well 'ello there," Mathilda crooned, as she caught one of the mercenaries staring at her. She twisted a little toward him and spread her knees ever-so-slightly farther apart.

"Stay on target," the lead mercenary growled. The other one grinned sheepishly and nodded, but as soon as the leader's attention was off of him he looked back down at the Healer with a smile. "The Half Elf. Ayen. We know he's with you. Where is he?"

"No clue," Val said. "He was off bathing when you all strolled up."

"Down by the stream?"

Val nodded.

"You and you," the lead mercenary said, pointing. "Get down there, and—"

"Nope," Val said, interrupting. "He won't be there now."

"Yeah, like we'd listen to you."

"Do you have any idea who you're chasing? He's harder to pinned down than a greased chicken."

The lead mercenary glared out into the darkened forest and quivered. "No matter. We've got his friends. He'll come back.""

The big Orc laughed. "If he caught even the slightest wind of someone looking for him, he'd abandon us in a heartbeat."

Ivy perked up, like she had something to add, but said nothing.

"He's not coming back."

The Bard hopped on her knees, putting her fleshy, barely-contained breasts bouncing precariously close to popping out.

"So," the Dwarf sang, torso writhing. " 'ow're ye doin'?"

"Goo-uh... good?" The first mercenary blinked, stymied, and shook his head. "Good."

"Ah can' 'elp bu' no'ice tha' yer wearin' a ring," Mathilda crooned. The first mercenary blushed and nodded. " 'at's fine by me."

"Stay on target!"

"Look," Val said loudly, "We're not going to make very good hostages if he's the one you want."

" 'ave ye ever been wit' a Dwarf b'fore, lad?" The first mercenary's eyes very nearly fell out of his head as Mathilda began tensing her arms and shoulders one at a time, causing each breast to pop in alternating fashion. "Would ye like to?"

The lead mercenary grit his teeth as he looked around. "Alright. Kill 'em all." The few mercenaries around the periphery who didn't already have weapons drawn did.

"Um..." The first mercenary raised his hand while still staring hungrily at the Healer. "Hang on a tick. Could we maybe not kill all of them right away?"

"Right now, private!"

"Well, see, the thing of it is, is that—"

"Private!" the lead mercenary roared. "You are married!"

"Well yeah—"

"To my sister!"

"Right," the first mercenary said. "Right. But—"

"Sir," said a second mercenary, timidly raising his hand as he too stared down at the Dwarf.

"Uh oh," Val said. "Dissension in the ranks."

"Shut up!" the lead mercenary shouted.

"D'ye know 'ow long i's been since Ah've 'ad a good dick? Two might no' even be enough."

"Sir," the second mercenary said, "are you hearing this?"

"I can, yes, but what I can't believe I'm hearing is how you two idiots are falling for a honeypot."

"Sir, she's so wet I can see it from ten feet away!"

"An' gettin' we'er by the second," Mathilda purred.

"They were fucking when we found them!" he screeched, red-faced.

"You know," Val said, "if you're looking to replace a couple of—"

"Shut up!" the lead mercenary screamed.

"If I may," the second mercenary said, stepping forward, "I feel like we could all benefit from—"

"So help me Gods, if you tell me to 'take a deep breath' right now, I will fucking end you!"