Under the Scorching Sun - Chapter 7 (L'Arachel/Reader) (Patreon)

The sun.

How you hated this sun.

Why did she have to return you to its harsh embrace?

You would have rather stayed in the shower.

Was your departure from it long overdue? Certainly, but it was far preferable to being scorched by the sun— especially when you were enjoying three pairs of lips on your cock.

Three!

Now, there was just one mouth feeding upon your manhood— a mouth that admittedly knew what it was doing, but one nonetheless.

You missed the other two! Ylgr, a privacy invader who had been punished for her behavior, knew how to use her tongue. Eitr, although more timid with her approach, was no slouch when it came to making you feel good.

Together— alongside the third intruder— you had experienced tranquility.

All because you had forgotten to lock your bedroom door. It was incredible to think such a small error could result in something so incredible.

Alas, it was now a fleeting memory.

The two other girls were no longer here, and though the culprit was partially making up for it with how enthusiastically she was giving you head, you could not forget her treachery so easily. 

L’Arachel.

Upon freely entering the bedroom— and shortly, your bathroom— she was understandably shocked at the discovered scene in the shower. Rather than remain flustered beyond belief, she instead ended up critiquing what she was seeing, claiming her newfound partners in crime could do a much better job under her tutelage. It was all a very unusual set of events… which was honestly par for the course for this insane vacation.

Rausten’s princess convinced the girls to leave the shower, claiming she could demonstrate more adequately once everybody returned to the bedroom. She subsequently instructed them to don their swimsuits, spouting some over-explained nonsense about how the contrast between their actions and their current adorable swimsuits would result in a greater experience for the person they wished to pleasure. 

You weren't paraphrasing any of that.

The two girls complied, her elaborate vocabulary and confidence seemingly convincing them. Since they believed L’Arachel was a kindred spirit eager to lend a hand, they did not suspect any foul play until it was too late. 

Ylgr was the first target, given little time to react as L’Arachel grabbed her staff and utilized its magic to warp the princess away. Eitr, confused by what she had just witnessed, did not realize she was the second target before it was too late.

“Two down! One to go~”

You initially suspected she intended to keep you here— all to herself.

L'Arachel, however, proved to be the most cunning.

She was not finished warping the innocent away, and surprisingly enough, you were her third and final target.

Unlike her first two victims, who had been given a chance to put something back on, you had not been granted that opportunity. You had foolishly assumed you had no need, for why would you want to hide why the trio craved?

Thus, you were thrown into the great outdoors— completely nude.

The minutes that followed were unbearable. 

You didn’t know where you were!

You were at the beach, but this was a small island intended for vacations— beaches were everywhere. This one did have an abundance of palm trees, but that didn’t help pinpoint where you were.

Were you north of the cabin, or south? You had no idea, and for that reason, you stayed put. It was too risky to depart, lest you run into somebody else while appearing so indecent.

…risky in the sense that it would potentially prompt another peculiar encounter, endorsed by a smoldering sun that was getting everybody all hot and bothered.

While such a fate wasn't necessarily that bad, you had a sneaking suspicion the culprit who had brought you here would show up eventually. Warp magic had a range, and it also required the user to know where they were sending somebody. In other words, this location was deliberately chosen, and the distinct lack of any vacation enjoyers on this beach helped confirm it.

Indeed, L'Arachel reappeared soon after, boasting a warm grin, undoubtedly brought forth from the satisfaction that her master plan had been successful.

“Do not despair, my dear summoner!” she spoke enthusiastically, her closer proximity revealing she had the courtesy to at least bring some shorts for you to wear. Alas, you suspected you wouldn't be putting them on anytime soon. “Calamity has befallen this island, and responsibility rests in the hands of I, L'Arachel— the midsummer princess of peerless beauty! I must cleanse us both of the demon that dwells within, and together, we can seek a cure for the others!

The declaration was followed by her dropping to her knees and taking your dick into her mouth, and within moments, she was bobbing her head back and forth at a breathtaking pace.

And while that was very nice, it wasn't enough to sway your mind from the implications behind her blabbering. L'Arachel seemed to know a thing or two about what had happened to this place, and considering she had a history of suspicious brewery during her time at the Harvest Festival, you couldn't rule out that she was potentially the cause.

Some sort of elixir gone wrong that had its contents leaked into the air in a mist-esque form, perhaps? It sounded ridiculous, but you couldn't rule it out.

Despite softening up in her absence, her actions had brought you back to full mast almost instantaneously. Her mouth felt phenomenally good, more so than before, as if she had done something to heighten how it would feel. The humidity was off the charts, and the warmth was just right, contrasting that sun you despised.

It was wonderful, albeit aggregating; you wanted to be annoyed at this woman for what she had done, and yet… she really was that good.

“H-Hey…” you tried to stay focused on the task at hand, for as much as your mind was turning to mush, you needed answers. L'Arachel's rhythm didn't fracture even as her eyes glanced up, but at least it meant she was listening. “Are you… fuck… responsible for this… ahhh… mess…?”

You were going to make a mess of your own if she didn't pause and give you an answer.

Thankfully, she spared you.

Momentarily, of course.

As your cock left the sanctuary of her mouth, you  regretted speaking up. However, when you heard what she had to say, those feelings passed immediately.

“I will tell you after,” she said, immediately gobbling up your dick once again, eager to suck on it just as enthusiastically as before.

Her answer was infuriating.

You wanted— no, needed to know what was happening on this island. You couldn't just fuck your way through the vacation until it was time to leave!

Well, you could, but that wasn't right!

Though nobody did seem to mind, and it wasn't like it completely consumed their minds and turned them into cock-crazed creatures. The aphrodisiac coating this island was a push, and nothing more.

Maybe you didn't need to know.

…no, you had to know!

So you could ask them to do it again.

And thank them.

Fuck.

Trying to find the moral thing to do was not easy, especially when yet another princess was sucking you off so enthusiastically. L'Arachel was not afraid to take in everything either, moaning joyfully as her throat contracted around your cock. She was so, so good.

And it was annoying! 

The entire day so far had been nothing but sex. 

Even as you slept, and even when you were meant to be sleeping, and even when you were supposed to be showering!

People would kill to be in your position, and you couldn't deny how amazing it all was… but you needed answers.

She'd only speak up after she was finished here, hmm?

Well, there was a way to speed things up, and it could invoke both pleasure and a little payback too. L'Arachel was trying to hog you all to herself, and that was behavior you could punish.

The princess in question, too occupied with sucking dick, did not notice you placing your hands on the sides of her head.

Not until her cadence was completely eradicated, all thanks to a mighty thrust against the back of her throat. L'Arachel's eyes widened in shock as you usurped control, her bobbing coming to a complete halt once you instead began mercilessly fucking her mouth. It felt just as incredible as before, but the added satisfaction of putting a naughty girl in her place was the cherry on top.

There had been other cheeky candidates for this kind of treatment, but this girl was being cryptic about her involvement and denied you what could have been one heck of a foursome. This is what she deserved, and as you watched her reaction to the twist, it seemed she was in full agreement. 

L'Arachel wasn't putting up a fight whatsoever, and considering she had a hand between her legs, it seemed this treatment was winning her over spectacularly. 

Though this meant her focus had shifted somewhat, she still sucked in her cheeks and kept her mouth swarmed with saliva, wanting to enhance your pleasure as much as she could. The warmth was surreal, and though your ruthless speed meant her teeth occasionally scraped across your skin, it was thrilling to feel pinches of pain paired alongside the pleasure. It was just the right amount, almost making you wonder whether it was purposeful on her end. Regardless, it served its purpose by encouraging you to keep up your rhythm, and all the princess could do was make gurgling sounds as her face was fucked over and over again.

“I'm going to… aaahh… cum soon…” you warned her, receiving no acknowledgment in response, but that wasn't surprising. “Swallow it.”

You heard what sounded like a hum, though you weren't certain. Either way, you were committed to fulfilling that promise, and as you maintained your cadence, you felt your orgasm approaching swiftly. You were no stranger to this sensation, and not even the frequent times you had experienced it during this vacation had dulled how incredible it was to experience. 

After a few more thrusts, you were there, slamming your hips forward one last time as you poured everything you had left directly into her throat. As you experienced tranquility, you burned her dazzled expression into your memory, mystified by how her eyes rolled back as she shivered, no doubt having reached a climax of her own. L'Arachel had shown she was a naughty princess, and while you wanted to teach her pussy a lesson it would never forget, you were spent.

It was obvious the current predicament of the island had enhanced your endurance, but it had not made it infinite. It was fine though; you were going to learn whether this girl was responsible or not, and no matter her answer, you had a plan to resolve everything.

Beforehand, you would contemplate whether you actually wanted to do such a thing, but post-nut clarity was on your side for once. 

As you pulled out of her mouth, satisfied she had swallowed every last drop, you gave her some time to recuperate. L'Arachel barely looked conscious, her breathing restless, though that didn't stop her from licking up some lingering cum on her lips, leading to a heavy but satisfied giggle.

You weren't sure how long to give her, but she recovered quickly and stood, albeit a little shakily. 

“Partly,” she said.

“Partly?”

“You asked if I was responsible, and that's my reply,” she answered, and it wasn't a great one, for it sparked more questions. Fortunately, she soon elaborated, needing a moment to recover from the exhaustion that arose from speaking. Perhaps ravaging her throat had not been the greatest idea in hindsight. For that reason, you were willing to be patient. “I, uhm, managed to brew an elixir that amplifies the inner instincts of the user's inner, uh, beast, shall we say!”

L'Arachel was still struggling to speak, though it was hard to say whether what had just happened to her poor throat was entirely to blame. 

You understood the implications at least. She had created her own aphrodisiac, but her story didn't make sense just yet.

“An elixir can't affect an entire island,” you pointed out. 

L'Arachel scratched her chin and gazed away. “That is true,” she mumbled. “But if some unholy demon infiltrates my laboratory, steals a sample, and uses their foul magic to twist my creation to fit their nefarious schemes, then the story becomes quite different, doesn't it?”

A fascinating tale indeed… but did she have to share it while rubbing her legs together like that?! The lack of eye contact and puzzled expression made you initially believe she was just embarrassed, but now you were suspecting differently.

“Are you sure there was a thief?”

“U-Undoubtedly,” she answered swiftly, though in a jittery manner. “I had prepared a precise volume— enough to make a single individual… ahh… succumb… to their primal needs. But one day, I found I suddenly did not have enough… and I was so distraught…”

“And pray tell, who were you planning to use that elixir on?”

L’Arachel paused for a moment before chuckling uneasily to herself, though that laughter soon took on a prideful spin. When she stepped forward and a devious smirk formed on her face, you knew you had your answer. “You want to know, hmm? How about… you make me tell you?”

Had she not figured out how easy she was to read? Even if you hadn’t figured things out, you were in no position to take up her offer anyway. 

You really were that exhausted, having orgasmed a few too many times— within a lot of women no less, which reminded you that you’d need to keep tabs on them in case of any consequences.

“That’s alright,” you refused her offer. “I’d like my shorts back, please.”

L’Arachel was not going to be another to the tally— not yet, at least. Maybe you’d contemplate her suggestion after you had physically recovered.

Your answer wasn’t the one she expected, nor wanted. Her initial reaction was an expressive surprise, but that sinister smirk soon reappeared. “I’m not giving you your shorts back.”

Ah.

This was going to be a problem.

By all means, you could wrestle it out of her hands. Were you physically stronger than her? Potentially…?

But she still had that staff, and who was to say she didn’t have more charge in that thing? For your defiance, she could easily send you away to a more populated location, and that would not result in a good time.

Then again, considering what was happening to this island… well, it still wouldn’t be a good time— your poor cock could not take any more!

L’Arachel took another step forward, sending a shiver down your spine. You were up against a theoretical wall at the moment, and you weren’t sure whether you liked that or not.

“Please…” she placed her hand on your chest. “I just want you to fuck me, like you fucked them…”

Hearing such directness was a shock; what had happened to weaving her intentions behind fruitful vocabulary?

“L’Arachel, I—”

It was surreal to hear what she had to say, though it was difficult to gauge how much of that was genuine and how much was influenced by her twisted creation. 

Either way, you simultaneously felt like the luckiest and unluckiest person; you had all the ladies one could want, but lacked the energy to keep up!

Everybody had their limits, and yours had finally been reached.

“Tomorrow,” you answered, hoping she had the patience to ensure. “I'm too exhausted right now. I need a break from, well, everything.”

L'Arachel looked understandably disappointed, though she didn't remain that way for long. Instead, she reached into her top, pulling out a small vial. When had she snuck that into her swimsuit? A woman had their ways, you supposed.

“If exhaustion is the problem, then take this,” she offered the vial, and you flinched. Though her dabbling in alchemy had doubtlessly led to a fascinating skillset, you weren't sure whether to trust it. L'Arachel, sensing your doubt, clarified its safety. “Do not despair! It's just my take on a stamina potion.”

“Right…”

You accepted the offer, unscrewing the cog and preparing to sample the liquid. You were no stranger to stamina potions, especially when the Order of Heroes had them in abundance, but you weren't completely confident in this new brand.

But there was potentially much to gain from taking it, and with that in mind, you drank the liquid.

It was very bitter.

But not unbearable, especially when its magical augments kicked in and you felt a flow of energy begin to radiate throughout your body.

Everything felt wonderful… until you gazed once more at the princess standing before you. Every single glance at her feminine features— hips, thighs, breasts, and more— did terrifying things to your breathing.

Did this woman always look so… delicious?

Ah.

This was a stamina potion, that much was clear.

But this was also her take on the effect, and now you understood what that signified.

“You look like a beast ready to pounce,” L'Arachel observed your expression closely. “You wouldn't d-dare defile this maiden in broad daylight, s-surely?”

This cheeky thing was putting ideas in your head.

…good ideas.

You knew you should have exercised more caution when offered something she had created, but since you were planning to fuck her anyway, you weren't too fussed about it.

“L'Arachel,” you spoke sternly, causing her to shudder. “You're playing a very dangerous game.”

The cheekiest woman you had ever met stepped back, her expression radiating some bashfulness, but plenty of giddiness too. She soon discarded the entirety of her frilly swimsuit, joining you in the nude, and what you saw didn't do your irrational thinking any favors. L'Arachel had a well-balanced body; medium-sized tits, curvy hips, and some nice thighs. Other girls certainly excelled in specific areas, but a figure that showed off everything well was just as terrific, especially when staring at her nude form was borderline driving you insane.

You did want to pounce on her, and considering her actions, it was weird you hadn't yet! Was it the last remaining whisper of your willpower and pride, begging you not to give in to such a naughty girl? You weren't sure, but you were fated to lose. The battle of wills was lost once she rested against a nearby palm tree and bent over, purposefully sticking out a squeezable ass that was begging to be fucked. To entice you further, she spread her cheeks, revealing that she was soaking wet.

Which was not a surprise in the slightest.

L'Arachel had won this little battle, but she was not going to win the war. If she wanted to toy with you like this, the only logical response was make sure she didn't leave this beach until she was limping. 

Your naughty lover giggled as your hands gripped her hips, but her chuckles stopped abruptly as you plunged into her pussy with ruthless speed, her insides accepting your length completely.

“F-Fuck…” she exhaled loudly, treating your ears to a delicious sound it would soon hear plenty of times once you started pounding away. 

L'Arachel clung to the tree like her life depended on it, barely able to withstand let alone get used to your ruthless rhythm. You were merciless with your thrusts, pushing up rapidly against her womb, a feat easily achieved thanks to how drenched she was. Her pussy was begging for it, and though she hadn't communicated a desire for dominance directly, it was obvious her actions intended for such an outcome.

Your cadence wasn't just to teach her a lesson; it genuinely felt phenomenal being inside her. It suggested that vial of hers had done wonders to your sensitivity as well. That was good and bad; you didn't want to cum so soon!

“S-So… aahhh… fast…” she cried out, her voice startled and shaky. “So… d-deep…”

Hearing her sound so broken so soon was amazing, almost making you contemplate whether an early creampie was actually a bad thing.

But that wouldn't make her limp. You needed to endure. You had to endure!

Yet, you couldn't.

It felt so good. Your hips couldn't stop. Never had you felt something so tight, and so wet, and so warm. You were addicted to how she felt, and as you felt those familiar signs, there wasn't much you could do.

Especially when she tightened up and screamed with pleasure.

L'Arachel, having surrendered to your might, reached her orgasm just as swiftly. As she continuously moaned, her pussy squeezed you strongly, sealing your cock in place. Your grievance with your early climax was eclipsed by how heavenly it felt to cum inside her. You were no stranger to this sensation, but with increased sensitivity, it felt absurdly good.

“I feel it…!” she sounded ecstatic, giggling maddeningly to herself. “S-So warm…!”

As your climax concluded and you were confident you had filled her to the brim, you anticipated all this adrenaline to fade and for all your energy to either.

It was a sad inevitability. The limping would have to wait.

…until you remembered that the aphrodisiac property of the potion was a side effect, not the main effect.

You had all the stamina you could ask for, a fact proven by how your manhood remained astonishingly hard.

L'Arachel was breathing heavily, but with each passing second, it was becoming clear she was recuperating from the intensity.

That wasn't going to do.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly to her, and after a few moments, she recognized you were speaking to her and turned her head to face you. She looked beautifully dazzled, an expression that wasn't going to last much longer. “I'm not done with you yet.”

With your cock— and cum— still inside her, you resumed pounding away at her pussy, an act she did not anticipate at all. Moans escaped her lips sooner than words, and any chance at even a singular word reaching your ears was reduced to zero when you accelerated to stronger levels than before.

Despite your previous speed being nothing to scoff at, you had been holding back. The fear of an early orgasm had done that, but now that you knew you could cum inside her multiple times before even feeling a slither of exhaustion, there was no reason not to pound her with all your strength.

So that’s what you did.

“Ahhh… aaahhh… y-you're… aaaahh…”

L'Arachel managed to barely say something, but she had wasted the opportunity! You would have rather heard “faster” or “deeper”! 

You pretended that she had, accelerating just a little bit more. It was a shame her present hadn’t enhanced your strength and agility, for it would have made your objective all the more easier to accomplish. You were going to have to fill her up multiple times if you wanted her to start limping, but that obviously wasn’t a bad thing.

By this point, L’Arachel had long since surrendered to the degenerate pleasure radiating throughout her body. You didn’t need to see her expression to know she looked like she was being fucked silly, for she certainly sounded the part. The only thing close to eclipsing the volume of her moans was the rough and rowdy sound of sex. 

When you felt your orgasm brewing once more, you did not fight it, choosing to slam your hips forward ferociously so not a single drop would escape her womb. Your second climax was the trigger for her second too, leading to her loudest cry yet. It was miraculous to think her sounds hadn’t alerted anybody else to the depravity, but L’Arachel had undoubtedly accounted for that by choosing this empty beach. 

It was a shame, honestly; you would have loved to show everybody what a princess looked like whilst being fucked. 

Filling her up for the second time made her feel even warmer inside. It was a comforting warmth, a far cry from the blistering heat surrounding your body. At the very least, it was easy to ignore that whenever fucking a girl silly.

“F-Fuck…” she managed to speak again, albeit in a barely comprehensible way. “Can’t… take… anymore… aaahhhh…”

“Yes, you can,” you corrected her. “Naughty girls need to be punished for misbehavior, and not even princesses are exempt from that rule, L’Arachel.”

She did not reply to that, but she didn’t need to; her pussy communicated a thousand words alone by how dramatically it tightened up in response.

In the end, you filled her up an unfathomable number of times— enough for you to lose count. When you finally poured out, your semen flowed out like a waterfall, and you observed that and her shaky legs with pride. L’Arachel needed the support of the palm tree to remain standing, and you had to applaud her for remaining conscious.

Truth be told, it took a lot of willpower to pull out. Pounding her— and filling her up— was honestly addicting.

The aphrodisiac she had given you was to blame for that. By all means, that was justification enough to use her body as a means for her to make repercussions, but she was very worn out. Anything more would have been overkill, and besides, you suspected it was best to save your energy.

That decision proved to be a sound one, for this beach was not quite as abandoned as you believed it to be.