The Infinite Bk. 03 Ch. 06

Now it was Noah with an unseen smile. His member, erect and oiled, was rubbing against her feet like a sponge. Perhaps it was shock, but Sophia did not pull away, and instead continued to let Noah toy with her body how he wished. There was no way she couldn't feel him, no way she couldn't know what it was, but, if anything, it calmed her. It was her first contact with a male organ, but it felt so far away, as if she wasn't touching it at all. She realized it was because she wasn't seeing it, wasn't touching it with her hands.

Her feelings were on full display to Noah, from how she breathed to her tremors of excitement. He had chosen this means of introduction precisely because it would be easier for her, and it was working. Such intimate contact, she had gotten accustomed to it and was now starting to enjoy it. He slid his member between her feet and coaxed her into wiggling her toes against his jewels. She giggled from his teasing and invoked a similar small chuckle in him as she began to reciprocate. She started playing with it, now giddy instead of nervous and wanting to return some of the pleasure he had given her. She was quick to figure out how to rub and handle it, becoming bolder and more dexterous with experience.

She almost didn't realize it had happened, at first thinking it was more oil, but then feeling the heat. "Did you just..."

"Yeah. It's called an orgasm. How does it feel to give one?"

She laughed, finally free of all of her tension. "I can't believe it really works that way."

"Well don't start thinking the night is done. I haven't even finished giving you your massage."

He rubbed deep into her legs, rolling his hands and working her calves as if to reshape them, unraveling the tense muscle and producing a fluttering gasp from Sophia. He reached her thighs, and she held her breath. His hands were so close, and she was fully exposed to him. He retained his professionalism, giving her muscles the attention they needed. If he told her to stand up, she wasn't sure she'd be able to. All of the strength in her legs was draining away, second by second, leaving only pleasure.

More oil was applied, and finally, Noah's hands found her ass. Embarrassment flooded her as he toyed with her supple flesh. Such lewd, intimate touching, fast and bold. He was still massaging her, still injecting relief into her muscles. The way he squeezed and played with her glutes; the sliding, gripping, mashing, and jiggling he did to her soft cheeks, he was revealing his intentions, letting her know the amusement he took in playing with her body. He spread them, exposing her, and though Sophia wanted to beg him not to stare, she said nothing. She was his reward for defeating Galvin and had willingly offered herself to him for his pleasure. She felt ashamed from the sensation of his hands and eyes on her chaste body, moving without restriction, but she had accepted her role as his prize, and deep down, wondered and even craved what happened next.

His hand slid between her soft thighs and found her womanhood. He ran his fingers along the creases on either side of her labia majora, plumping them, taking his time to enjoy everything their softness had to offer. Sophia's breathing had become ragged, her body and mind flushed with conflicting sensations. To be touched this way by a stranger, when she had been too shy to even touch herself, made her want to retreat and wrap herself up so that she could never be touched this way again. Despite her fear, it felt so good that she didn't want him to stop.

His fingers moved closer together, now sliding back and forth along her minora. So soft, like flower petals, and so sensitive, even the gentlest touch caused her to melt when implemented with Noah's skill. Without even noticing, she spread her legs and raised her ass like she was in heat, all to give him better access.

The slickness of the oil blurred the distinction between sensation and form as Noah took his time to stimulate every nerve ending. He was drawing out every step, savoring her softness, all while building up her anticipation. He slid his thumb around between her lips, not penetrating her, but simply continuing to explore her flesh. To so intimately know a woman, touch her without restriction, and be free to indulge his curiosity and inquisitiveness, it was freedom of the highest privilege. It was not taken for granted, as everything he did was for their mutual pleasure.

His thumb entered her, producing a blissful whimper from Sophia like the coo of a dove. She felt him inside her, continuing to explore. Despite her inexperience, the tightness was minimal, and she was wet as a ripe plum. Noah's massage had successfully removed all of the tension from her body, preparing her to receive him, but he still had more to do before taking her. He moved his thumb around inside her, stroking her front wall near her G-spot. Once more, Sophia's voice was slipping free, invoked by a pleasure that could not be bound by silence. Her whole body was reacting to his exploration, and she was raising her ass even higher, letting him run his lips and tongue across her cheeks.

"Ready for me to do the front?" Noah asked.

She didn't trust her voice and simply rolled onto her back. She flashed him a nervous but tender smile as she felt his gaze skate across her naked body. He dribbled some oil on her stomach and began to rub it in. In nature, the belly was every animal's weakness, and all of her survival instincts told her to stop him and to cover herself, but she managed to restrain them and let Noah's hands slide across her. Like before, the massage was not just for her muscles, but for her organs. Her stomach, liver, kidneys, and everything else within her abdomen were getting a thorough rubdown and experiencing the same rejuvenation.

Finally, his hands, slick with oil, found her breasts, and she tensed up for a moment, only to immediately relax and entrust herself to him. Even now, his movements were precise, almost surgical, her pectoral muscles receiving the benefit of Noah's skill. There was no shortage of sensuality, playfulness. Sophia sensed Noah's amusement and fulfillment in his access to her womanly shelf. The way he played with her nipples was masterful, making her squirm and whimper in happiness.

As his hand slid back down her belly, she eagerly spread her legs for him. Like before, he ran his fingers along her creases, all to make her lips purse and tease her. She felt like her womanhood was being sculpted, like clay on a potter's wheel. He wiggled his finger against the entrance, just the lightest tickle, a mere tease, but the change in her breathing and the sounds she made gave away her enjoyment.

He then directed his attention to her clitoris, erect from his touch and now begging to be toyed with. That single touch made her grab his wrist like a striking snake. Whether it was trust, pleasure, or affection, she immediately released him so that he could continue. Rotating, stroking, tickling, Noah pulled out all of the stops to pleasure her, turning her clitoris into a sexual lightning rod. She turned her head from side to side and arched her back, releasing a persistent whine.

While he diddled her with his fingers, he kissed her all over, tasting every inch of her softness and licking the oil off her naked body. He tongued her navel and kissed her belly, ran his lips across her ribs, and sucked on her breasts, pulling on her nipples with his lips and making her whimper in ecstasy. Noah took her hand and put it on her pussy, guiding her fingers to mimic his movements.

"Don't stop, no matter what."

She understood his intent and took it from there. It was her first time playing with herself, something considered sinful in her faith, but she chased the sensations Noah gave her like a drug. Since she was busy, Noah stood up and got undressed. Sophia stared at him, pupils dilated from pleasure. They gazed at each other's naked bodies, each liking what they saw.

"Sit up for a moment."

She obliged, sitting up on the bed so that Noah could get behind her. She leaned against him, her back against his chest. The feeling of so much bare skin touching, sweat and oil mixing between them, the heat of two bodies joining into a sexual bonfire; just a day ago, the experience would have made Sophia faint, but at the moment, she was happier than she had ever been.

She continued playing with herself with renewed vigor while Noah once more played with her breasts. He was less gentle than before, tweaking her nipples in different ways to gauge her reaction. At the same time, he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ears, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. Despite his efforts, he sensed Sophia doing everything she could to suppress her voice. He decided to push her. He returned his hand to between her legs, overlapping her hand. While she continued to play with her clit, he slipped his fingers inside her, penetrating her.

"My, you're so wet. It feels like my fingers are slipping into a hot bath," he whispered in her ear.

She began to squirm, and when he found her G-spot, it took all of her strength to remain silent. Until now, she hadn't been all that worried, but that was because the voice wasn't leaving her room. If she got any louder, all the other cadets in the dorm would hear her. It was approaching, her first climax.

"Sophia," he whispered, "you don't have to stifle yourself. Make whatever sounds you want."

"I... I... can't." She had been open to everything thus far, focusing on the pleasure, but only because she dared not think of what would come next, what the following day would be like. Gossip, ridicule, judgment.

"The whole academy already knows you're here, and they can guess what's going on. Trying to keep quiet will just weigh down the moment. Let it out. Make every woman glare at you in envy and jealousy tomorrow. Let all the men know you came here willingly, that you made the choice to pursue your own happiness without shame. How often do any of them get to feel as good as you do now? Lord it over them. Put yourself above them, out of their reach, so that they may gaze up at you like a goddess."

The movements of his fingers became more forceful, attacking her G-spot rather than simply probing it. These sensations, their power, they scared Sophia, making her feel like the ground was coming out from under her feet. She felt it; something inside her would break if this went on. She desperately wished to tell him to stop, but she feared what would come out of her mouth if she opened it. The lewd, shameful things she would say, how she'd beg him to keep going.

It happened, Sophia cumming for the first time in her life. Noah had to wrap his arm around her to keep her still, but her voice slipped free, passing through the walls as if they weren't even there. Beneath her operatic moans, he heard the magical squelching sound, telling him he had struck oil. Rather than backing off, he went even harder, finger-blasting her beyond a simple orgasm and setting off a fountain between her legs.

When finally he stopped, she fell limp and began to cry. Bella had a similar reaction when he made her squirt, but there wasn't the hysterical giggle mixed in this time. Instead, she seemed truly hurt. Perhaps he had gone too far.

"Sophia, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I made such a mess! Please, I didn't mean for it to happen! It just--"

Noah's laughter calmed her. "Relax, you didn't soil the bed or anything like that. What just happened was entirely different from what you think happened."

"R-really?" she murmured as he kissed her neck and ear.

"Yes. What you just felt was an orgasm, or rather, "cumming". Congratulations! When they are particularly strong like that, women can ejaculate similar to men. Think of it as liquid arousal. It doesn't always happen that way, but I take pride in my work."

She wiped away her tears and sniffed several times as she settled. He held her close, offering her all the comfort in the world while the flame of her courage was slowly rekindled. "Cumming, you said? Can... can you make it happen again?"

"That's the spirit."

He turned her around, laid her on her back, and then spread her legs. Before she could ask him what he was going to do, he dove, going down on her as though dying of thirst. Her moans were instantaneous, erasing any chance of protest. She writhed and arched her back as Noah played her pussy like a harmonica. He slurped up her nectar, nibbled on her labia, and bullied her clitoris with his tongue.

"Oh yes! Oh God, Noah! Yes!" Sophia hollered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He continuously altered his intensity and technique, never letting her get accustomed. One minute, he'd be so gentle, letting his tongue tickle her inner folds like he was licking sprinkles off an ice cream cone, one by one. The next minute, he'd lift her legs into the air and gorge on her pussy like a toothless horse eating an apple. He made her climax repeatedly through his efforts, and she even squirted a second time.

A loud banging interrupted the moment. "Sophia! Get out here, you whore!" It was Galvin, trying to force open the locked door.

Noah sat up and wiped the feminine dew from his lips. "Pain in the ass," he muttered as the banging continued. He looked at Sophia, seeing all of the happiness and relief that had accumulated draining from her like blood. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss. "I'll just be a moment."

Noah didn't bother getting dressed; he just strolled over to the door and opened it to the mad-eyed and feral Galvin. "You!" he shrieked with a dagger in hand. Before he could finish that thought, Noah kicked him square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and pushing all the breath from his lungs. He slumped down to the floor, and Noah kicked him again, this time in the face, smashing the back of his head against the corridor wall with enough force to leave a bloodstain. He then dragged the unconscious Galvin by the ankle and threw him down the nearby stairs.

Noah returned to his room, having retained his erection throughout the whole process. Sophia was sitting on his bed, wrapped in his blanket. "Is he gone?"

"He won't be bothering us again." He then cupped her cheek and kissed her. "It's just you and me now."

She returned the kiss and pulled him back onto the bed. He lay atop her, Sophia gazing at him with flushed cheeks and eyes full of light, her chest heaving from her fluttering breaths. There was still some fear and nervousness, but it was painted over by a sweet smile. He brushed back a lock of her scarlet hair.

"I'm sure you know what comes next, right?"

She placed her hands on his cheeks. "I do, and I'm ready. Just please, be gentle."

Noah chuckled. "Yeah, right, we'll see how long you keep that attitude."

They kissed, both with their lips and their palms as he held her hand. Their fingers interlaced, the same with their bodies as Noah penetrated her. The sheets were stained red, but his earlier efforts prepared Sophia, so she felt only bliss as he began his strokes. Just as requested, he was gentle with how he moved, a steady rhythm that made her back undulate and her toes curl. When his lips weren't joined with hers, he was running them along her neck while she held onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go.

When he sensed she was ready, Noah raised the rhythm a bit, plunging deeper and faster while still keeping it in the gentle range. Rather than moving in simple linear thrusts, he used his cock to draw letters inside her, writing out the alphabet with his hips to invoke one orgasm after another. Uppercase, lowercase, and cursive; every swirl, stroke, and dot would make her moan and claw at his back like a wild animal.

"Sophia, I'm going to cum," he said.

She didn't respond, just pressed his head to her chest as though trying to smother him. He gave a soft grunt as he ejaculated, filling her with his seed, and he felt her shiver in his embrace. They released each other, and Noah rolled off to the side, leaving Sophia gasping for air.

"So, that's sex," she murmured with a smile.

"That's only the first chapter of the book of sex, and it's a pretty big damn book, but yes, that's sex."

She rolled over on top of him, kissing his chest and licking off the olive oil like he had done to her. "I think I like it."

"I had a feeling you would."

"I've never felt like this before. It's like I'm filled with energy. Can we do it again?"

"As many times as you want. I hit all of your pressure points during that massage to boost your vitality. The night has just started."

"Then, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

She moved closer and kissed him. "This time, don't be gentle."

"I told you so."

He once more got on top of her, but rather than holding her hand, he pinned down her wrists and voraciously sucked on her breasts, while his thrusts, deep and powerful, bombarded her womanhood with a rapid-fire barrage. Her legs were spread wide, her feet high in the air, matching the pitch of her voice as he took her. What she considered intense just minutes ago had now been obliterated, like a snowman devoured by an avalanche. Time passed, and Sophia kept expecting him to pause to catch his breath, or for his strength to give out. He gave her no reprieve as he inflicted his lust upon her, to her amazement, fear, and ecstasy. Nothing he did hurt her, at least, hurt her in a way she didn't enjoy.

Noah eventually sat up and turned Sophia on her side, their bodies perpendicular to each other. He held her leg and used it to pull her against him with every thrust, introducing her to the sensation of ripples moving through her flesh. His slams, their intensity made her breasts jiggle, and with his speed, they continuously shook like the raging sea. She gripped the sheets as if trying to drag herself away. She didn't know what kind of expression she was wearing, unaware of the look of manic intoxication on her face. Tears, sweat, saliva, her face was so wet, it was like it was melting. Compared to her, Noah was stoic as always, looking like he was going for a light jog.

"Ah! You're going to break me!" she moaned as he brought her to climax.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to break you, just ruin you."

He pulled out of her and put her on all fours, though it took all of her strength just to hold herself up. She couldn't even catch her breath before he grabbed her hips and sent his battering ram smashing through her castle gates. There was nothing gentle about how he fucked her. He was precise as always, none of his actions rough or clumsy, but that focused force was enough to make Sophia feel like she was going to pass out. She tried to stay upright as long as she could, despite her limbs feeling like jelly. She soon lowered herself onto her elbows while her ass clapped against Noah's lap. The ripples moving through her body, it was as if they were throwing her heart out of rhythm. It didn't take long for her to be face-down on the bed with her butt in the air, letting Noah have his way with her and relishing every second.

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" Noah asked.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back, lifting her off the bed. "Oh Noah! It feels so good!" she cried out as he continued fucking her like a ragdoll. He pulled her up against him, his lips finding hers and their tongues forming a double helix. He didn't ease up, his hips slamming against her while his fingers coiled around her soft throat and massaged her veins. His other hand was busy between her legs, playing with her clit. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He fucked her through the climax, making her shriek in shameless euphoria as her arousal dampened the sheets.

They went at it for hours, Noah taking Sophia like a mad beast. There were no mattress springs to creak, but the bedframe rocked and banged like a dryer with a brick inside, and their voices moved far beyond the confines of that room. Throughout the entire building, all the cadets, these upper-class noble sons and daughters, spent the night staring at their ceilings, listening to the moaning, grunting, and swearing.