To Save a World Ch. 06

"Hmm." Aaron rumbled, the sound seemed to reverberate from deep in his chest. "You have been good..."

No way.

"Fine, since I'm feeling kind today." Aaron started to get up, and then paused. "But only if you take care of poor little Serche meanwhile."

Lydia paused, just a little bit, as Serche's breathing hitched. Without missing a beat, Lydia climbed in between her legs to kiss and nibble on her neck. The weary Rakan beastman managed a small moan as her senses started to come alive once again.

Aaron got behind Lydia -- who had, by the way, magically lost her clothes in the short amount of time that Serche hadn't looked at her -- and Serche was witness to the beatific look in the woman's face as Aaron's cock unmistakably entered her. Aaron tugged Lydia insistently down until she was enjoying Serche's bountiful breasts, kneading and suckling like an eager child might even as she made sounds that were nothing if not womanly. Serche gasped. Lydia's firm touch and hot mouth over her nipple fanned the embers of her arousal brighter. She tried to voice her protest, but it came out as lusty and needy moans that further served to encourage Lydia instead.

But then Aaron tugged Lydia lower down Serche's body.

Through the fog of her lust, Serche frowned in confusion. She felt Lydia's hot breath on her mound. What are they -- oh! Oh no.

Serche emitted a long whine that surprised even her. The keening noise was a bestial sound, something the distant ancestors of her people would nod at respectfully. It spoke of surprise. It spoke of pleasure. It spoke of the discovery of something utterly new and profoundly changing.

'She's eating my... Drinking his...'

She could barely finish the thought. She didn't need to. The sensation of Lydia's tongue on her cunt was like nothing she had ever felt before, the thought of it occupied her mind and left no room for other silly notions. Firm, but yielding, her tongue becoming an instrument of pure sensuality. Every varied flick, every firm lap felt to Serche's lust-addled mind like the touch of the Spirit of Creation itself.

Her climax caught her like that, unawares. Unlike her previous loud cries, she could barely utter a whimper as her eyes rolled back into her skull and her body arched off the floor, pendulous breasts thrust to the heavens. Drool escaped from the sides of her lips. Down below, the white, creamy mess that drooled off her well-lapped slit was thoroughly cleaned up by Lydia.

'Just what exactly have I gotten myself into?' Serche thought dully. Her crotch absorbed Aaron's impact as he started to truly pound small Lydia from behind. And then her tired body finally surrendered itself to sleep.

Although Serche was asleep, the two youths in the room were very much not.

"Damn, what have I gotten myself into?" Aaron groaned, unable to hold himself back at the sight of Lydia lapping up his cum from Serche's swollen pussy. His hand firmly held the slight swell of Lydia's hips, using it as a handle to fuck himself into her faster and deeper. The wet, slapping sound of their repeated joining made an intoxicating noise.

"You got yourself... Into... Two... Perfectly... Willing cunts... Master." Lydia managed to say, her sentence interrupted by Aaron's thrusts.

"How right you are." Laughed Aaron, pounding away.

The sight of Lydia licking up his spend from the fucked-out Serche had turned him on so much. The scalding grip of Lydia's wet snatch begged him for his cum with every movement. Where Serche's pussy had a forceful, conscious strength to her grip of his cock, Lydia's just felt more naturally... snug. His cock barely fit inside of Lydia, in fact he felt quite sure that if not for both of their lubricating juices -- abundant lubricating juices -- he would never be able to force his cock in at all. The sight of her pussy lips clinging to his shiny cock every time he pulled back always drove him insane with lust.

Lydia's back arched intensely, pushing herself into Aaron's punishing rhythm, offering her most secret places to be plundered roughly by her man. Her face was set in an expression of beatific lust, her great love for the sensation of her tight hole being ravaged evident in her glazed eyes and parted lips. Inches away from her nose, Serche's pussy mound taunted her with a dirty, dirty knowledge.

She had eaten Aaron's cum from off of those plump pussy lips. She had licked and lapped them up like it was the nectar of gods. And Serche had loved it. The Shaman's cunt smelled like cum, saliva, and depravity.

"Urgh" Lydia grunted as she came. Pleasure blinded her, roared in her ears, filled her nose with the smell of them.

She came down -- but not down. Not ever, not with Aaron. He had been easily maintaining his beat into her even as she came and came. He had been getting better at riding out her orgasms as of late, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony even amidst her orgasmic throes. Lydia grunted every time he bottomed out, eyes blank and staring, cresting another wave of pleasure mere moments after she's touched the ground.

Aaron sped up, his thrusts growing erratic. A deep flush burned through her naked body, signaling imminent arrival of yet another climax. Lydia tried to vocalize it, but all that came were deep, whining grunts. And then she shattered. Yet again. She broke with her burning cunt at the center of a spider web of cracks, each shard made out of pure pleasure.

Lydia breathed. Exhilaration flooded her body even as Aaron groaned and filled her insides with his cum. The burning hot cream immediately forced themselves around his cock to drip down her thighs, not finding a place for them her jam packed hole.

This -- this is what she is. Pleasure, sexuality, passion -- with a man she loved, with a friend she trusts with her life. Lydia felt true. A profound sense of being known; to herself and to others. It made her mind swim.

Then again, maybe that was just Aaron's cum inside of her.

They panted deeply as they fell to their sides, cuddled with each other. Aaron's half-hard cock was still entrapped within her hot, gooey mess of a snatch, and she was perfectly all right with that.

"Christ," Aaron exhaled, his breath tickling her ear, "Now there's two of you."

"You mean there's three of us. " Lydia retorted, wiggling her bottom delightfully. She suppressed a shiver from the feel of Aaron's warm spend trailing down her thighs.

Aaron groaned good-naturedly. "That's probably even worse."

"But you're not complaining."

"Nope, not at all."

The pair basked in the post-sex glow in silence for a while, Serche sound asleep beside them. Eventually, Aaron felt the need to extricate himself from all too comfortable tangle of limbs, much to Lydia's playful displeasure. The young man made his way down his cozy treehouse and started to prepare breakfast. The smell of sizzling meat lured Lydia down. She wore nothing but a worn, raggedy shirt that somehow managed to emphasize her delicate beauty. Aaron needed to work to keep his eyes away from her naked, glistening crotch that she seemed way too comfortable bearing to his eyes, and together the pair kept up a lively chatter while they ate their first meal of the day.

"You wanna go for a bath?" Aaron asked as they tucked away the remnants of their breakfast, eyeing Lydia's almost-naked form suggestively.

The young woman giggled at him as he blatantly enjoyed her view. "I would, but I think I should bring Serche her breakfast first. I don't think she's sober enough to come down here and eat, and she can't possibly subsist on sex juices alone. Although I have a feeling she would gladly do so." They laughed, the thought of proud, formal Serche reduced to a mindless sex animal filled them with fond amusement.

"Besides," Lydia continued, giving Aaron a teasing look. "I rather like the feel-" She swiped a finger at her messy crotch, gathering some of their combined juices and bringing it into her mouth "And taste of this."

Aaron managed to suppress a groan at the filthy sight, his pants beginning to tighten. "Away with you, temptress!" He huffed, his apparent offense belied by how he playfully reached for her. "Away with you and your filthy, sinful, sexy and delicious ways!"

Lydia laughed as she danced away from Aaron's grasp, cradling a wooden bowl filled with food between her hands. She headed to their treehouse still smiling, giving him a loving, backward glance good bye.

"I'll wait for you for a bit, so join me when you can!" He called after her.

"Mhmm!" Was her happy reply.

The short trek to the river was refreshing in its own right. Aaron didn't think anything would ever come close to the standard of paradise set by his time in the forest. Every time he'd hear the words "peace" and "tranquility", he'd think of the lushness of the surroundings and the carefree sounds of the jungle insects living their lives. The crystalline waters of the great, winding river was cold and sweet, and blessedly refreshing as well. Bathing and swimming among it did not only give him cleanliness, but also a deep sense of contentment and peace.

The waters were so clear that if he submerged his head and peeked downwards, his eyes opened to a perfect version of the sun casting luminous, kaleidoscopic patterns on the green, rocky bottom. Strangely colored fishes darted playfully among the plant life scattered here and there, hiding in rock formations and waterlogged wood. He wondered why they had never thought of fishing -- they looked perfectly edible to him. He would have to ask Trasnu when he got back. Or Serche, when she got back from whichever place her rational mind fled to during her wilding.

Content with the amount of time he relaxed on the gentle current of the water, he scrubbed himself with his hands all over and finished his bath. They did not have any soaps or any cleaning agent, but he didn't mind. The waters were easily accessible if he wanted to get clean again.

Aaron stood on the pebbly riverbank, naked as the day he was born, his upturned face catching the warm rays of the sun. He stretched lazily as he waited for his skin to dry. His abdomen ached pleasantly from the constant use he made of it recently, as well as his thighs.

The river itself was wide, perhaps wider than any river he had in his memory -- although he wouldn't really know. He could clearly see the other side of it, but only just. The tree line formed a jagged interesting line against the sky. Aaron know that the trees there would be impossibly tall as well, the same as on his side.

Suddenly his eyes caught on to something. It had been small, he had difficulty focusing on it in the dark backdrop of the tree line, but -- there! It looked like a...

Aaron's breath caught on his lungs as the shape lifted up a hand and waved. It was a person!

He blinked -- but it was gone. He blinked several times, rubbed his eyes, and scanned the opposite shore again. Nothing. He considered shouting out, announcing himself, but by now the split-second vision began to feel like a trick of the light. Was he seeing things that he wanted to see? He shook his head, the alarm fading into perplexity.

Lydia hadn't arrived and he suddenly didn't feel like waiting anymore, filled with the sense of being watched. As he made his way back to camp, it struck him how little he actually knew of the world he was in. Could it be possible that other people resided in this part of the forest? Humans? Beastmen, something else? The thought filled him with excitement, and a little apprehension. Would they be friendly, or hostile? What would happen? Regardless, it was pointless to obsess over it with the little information that they had. He'd tell Lydia and ask for her advice. Trasnu too, sometime soon.

There was no Lydia nor Serche in the great hall. The fire that they made to cook for breakfast had gone out not too long ago, and the wooden utensils remained unwashed. Perhaps Lydia had fallen back asleep? It wouldn't be like her -- the woman was a tireless bundle of energy -- but the morning was pretty strenuous. He washed the plates and spoons and made his way back into their above-ground hut.

He heard them before he saw them. The tough rope-ladder swayed just a little as his head poked above the hole in the floor that served as their door -- and there they were. He laid eyes on what was truly happening inside his hut.

Serche was on her hands and knees. The huge swells of her ass was raised into the air, while her torso was flattened unto the wooden floor. The sides of her prodigious breast swelled lewdly outwards. Predictably, Lydia laid on her back before the Shaman. Serche's face was buried in Lydia's snatch.

Now he knew what had been keeping Lydia.

The young woman arched her back, whimpering piteously as the lusty Serche ate her out with gusto. Both of Lydia's hands tangled in the Rakan's silver waves, but they seemed indecisive whether to push Serche's head away or press it closer to her. The Shaman took advantage of this hesitance generously, eating Lydia's womanly parts like she was starving and it was the most delicious thing she has ever tasted.

Aaron couldn't see precisely what kinds of tricks Serche did with her mouth, but based on Lydia's blissful, almost-pained expression it must have been the right ones. Or at least the intensely pleasurable ones.

He got up, covered the gap on the floor with a board, and sat on it. His cock had hardened in a flash as he surveyed the new form of sensuality. Lydia noticed him sitting by.

"Master!" She exclaimed, reaching out a hand towards him. "M.. master... help me, please."

Aaron raised a brow as he held her hand supportively.

"She's been... Taking me like this.. Ever since..." She managed to get out in between gasps. "I think... she's trying to make a meal... out of me. I'll die if she doesn't stop soon! I'll go crazy! Please put your cock in her." The poor woman managed to whimper. Her pearly skin was covered in a layer of sweat, so much that it had started to drip off of her into the floor. She hadn't even managed to take off her shirt as she writhed under Serche's unforgiving ministrations.

Aaron sighed theatrically. "If I have to... But you'll owe me one." His cock threatened to rip out of his garments. Lydia didn't seem to be listening as her body stiffened. Her upper shoulders and both her legs braced on the floor as her whole body arched upwards, centered towards Serche's mouth. She came with a huge shudder, her eyes rolling back towards her head. Drool escaped from her open lips. The sounds she made actually began to worry Aaron.

"P... please..." She managed to groan. Serche hadn't stopped munching on her swollen, abused hole.

The young man moved behind the feasting Shaman, and knelt. He hesitated for a split second, feeling like thrusting your cock inside a woman's body ought to be something you ask permission about. But then Serche didn't seem to notice nor really care, so he just went for it.

He buried into her in one powerful thrust.

Serche froze, growled deep in her chest. Her head whipped back and for a second Aaron actually felt nervous from the way her eyes were so fierce. Like a wolf closing in on her prey. Lydia weakly scrambled away from her grasp, panting hard, her crotch a fine mess of swollen pussy and glistening sex juices.

Impatient, Serche slammed her hips into Aaron with a grunt. Taking that as a cue, Aaron fucked Serche like there's no tomorrow. They rutted. That was the short of it.

Serche lay prone, her torso firmly plastered on the floor. Her firm, fleshy ass gamely absorbed the force of Aaron's powerful thrusts. The way it vibrated and rippled mesmerized him. Her moans and grunts of pleasure were music to his ears, while the grip of her silken sheath was paradise for his cock.

The friction drove him towards the edge of release. His fingers gripped Serche, the swells of her hips the perfect handhold as he thrust himself again and again into her, forcing her folds apart, reaching her depths. His balls smacked into her clit audibly. Sex juices ran down his thighs.

The Shaman stiffened. Sharp claws emerged from her fingers, digging into the floor on outstretched hands. She had enough of a grip on the wooden floor that she could take control of her hips. She began to slam herself into Aaron's blunt spear, meeting his thrusts. The force of it almost knocked him backwards. Slightly incensed, Aaron responded with heavier thrusts. His hips blurred as he released a burst of power and speed typically reserved for great athletic feats, slamming Serche's snatch into submission.

Serche came apart with a cry. Her body buckled forcefully, almost removing Aaron's cock -- but he had since learned from Lydia to keep an eye for such things, and with a determined grunt he managed to remain inside her tight confines. Her cunt muscles milked his cock desperately.

As soon as she stopped moving, he hammered into her again. His movements were urgent. His muscles burned, sweat poured off his naked body in buckets, pooling on the insides of his knees. Breathing became laborious, and he varied his thrust to let himself rest. From furious jackhammers, to long, intense, end-to-end strokes; almost entirely pulling out and driving inside like he wanted to poke a hole through the entrance of her womb. He never stopped for more than a second to change his position and vary his rhythm as his tempered body chased his orgasm mindlessly. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then he stopped taking note of time entirely and just thrust and thrust and thrust.

He had lost track of how many times Serche came on his cock. Like everything else, it had become a secondary concern compared to the shadow of the monumental orgasm that he was after. He rode out her peaks unconsciously, her movements becoming almost second nature to him, allowing him to keep himself entrenched in her gash.

Finally, he felt it. The tingle began from deep in his balls, radiating outwards in waves of pleasure until he was sure that his cock was a rod made out of pure, electric sensations. He held Serche tight, one hand in her hips and the other on her shoulder as if he was preventing her escape, pressing her deeper into himself.

His climax was a sudden tsunami, coming upon him without warning. His mind went white with pleasure, pure instinct making him bury his spitting rod to the root into Serche, his cum flooding the entrance of her womb with his liquid essence. Serche came beneath him, shuddering like a leaf, crying like a banshee. She would have probably flopped around everywhere had his weight not been there to pin her down.

"Wow," Lydia breathed out in awe.

Aaron had almost forgotten that she was there, right across from him. Her legs were still lewdly splayed open -- no doubt she also had her share of the fun, no matter how much she'd protested before. He smiled at her tiredly, and she scampered over. Aaron thought she was going to fuss over him, but she ended up fawning over Aaron and Serche's joining. She peered at it curiously, like their joined organs were her new, wonderful toy.

"So that's how it looks like" She whispered, eyes wide.

Aaron laughed. "What --" Before he could continue she reached out and swiped a finger up from Serche's thighs, wiping the rivulets of cum that was leaking from her swollen snatch, and putting it in her mouth. Aaron groaned at the sight, unconsciously burying his spent, half-hard cock into Serche. Serche, in turn, whimpered piteously from beneath them, panting hard.

Lydia giggled at the sound. "Master, you're going to break that poor girl."

"Oh shut up." Aaron moaned in protest. "The rate things are going, my poor cock's going to end up broken into two after the week."