RD 7 Ch 17 (Patreon)

Merlin walked ahead of me into the bathroom, dropping her bulky robes. At the sound of cloth rustling on the floor, I paused in the doorway.

"Are you coming?" she asked, peeking around the corner with bare shoulders and a look that said I was going to regret it if I didn't.

"If you insist," I said with a chuckle.

Those words died on my lips as she held out a bra hanging on her fingertips before disappearing around the corner, and I heard water begin to run and a bank of steam pouring out of the bathroom.

I swallowed, my mouth running dry. While I knew this was coming and I already had several women, I found myself eager for another. At times I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be satisfied and others I pushed back hard against adding more. A part of me told myself that I should be satisfied, but in the end I found my heart had enough space for another.

She laughed around the corner. The tones bouncing off the tile like sweet music to my ears.

I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, shucking them to the side and rushing to keep up with her. Though I held my steps steady, lest I seem too eager.

She was already in the shower, a wonderful array of enchantments hidden behind the turn of a knob that made the Citadel seem almost civilized by having plumbing.

By the time I rounded the corner, Merlin had hidden herself within the shower's steam, her bright blue eyes practically glowing with mirth at my haste. Her short dark hair wet and dripping onto her porcelain skin.

"What are you in such a rush for, dear?" She asked.

I chuckled in response. If she wanted to tempt me, then I wouldn't complain.

"Did you see a lovely woman here?" I looked back and forth as I stepped in, coming closer. "Could have sworn she was this sweet thing. But at the same time, it was clear she was a cruel temptress."

"Cruel?" Merlin said with a slight edge to her voice. "I imagine she's many things, but not cruel."

"You didn't see how much she teased me. At this point, I feel like a man having just left the desert and water strewn out drop by drop before him." I told her.

"Oh, that does sound terrible," Merlin gasped. "But you haven't been in a desert. In fact, I would say you've had plenty of water. There's no need to be so thirsty."

I grumbled under my breath. "You'd think so, but I think there's a collusion afoot." I narrowed my eyes towards her. "Or she has friends that want to move things along."

"Moving things along doesn't sound too bad." She smirked, her hand extending out of the wafting steam, a tempting offering for me to join her.

Instead, I grabbed her and pulled her out of the steam into my chest where her soft, pale flesh cupped against me with the remarkable softness of a woman's body.

I ran a thick, calloused hand up her hips, along her soft side, to cup her modest breasts until my thumb caught on her nipple, suddenly becoming incredibly stiff.

As a small gasp slipped free, I pinched firmly with the pad of my finger until a sweet, dulcet moan separated itself from her pink lips.

Her blue eyes begged for more, and I pulled her under the spray, feeling the warmth on my back as my hair stood on end and it wasn’t from the cold. Every inch of me was growing excited as I felt Merlin in my grasp.

I drew her nipple past my lips, enjoying every moment of touching her. The taste of her flesh excited me, and in my passion I had pressed her up against a wall while she ran her fingers through my wet hair, gasping for breath under my touch.

My fingers traced down her smooth flesh until I found her lower lips, parting them ever so gently, one finger squeezing its way in and finding it impossibly tight.

“Don’t stop.” She grabbed my arm to hold it as she rode my finger.

I worked my finger in and out while my thumb circled the pearl above it as it grew hard like a button and pulsed with her heartbeat.

She bit her lip to stifle her moans, and I released her breast, eyeing the other one with a slight glance up at her features.

"You know, I thought you'd be louder." I told her with a smile.

Merlin eyed me as if saying not to cause trouble.

My smile grew wider as I stuck a second finger in, wiggling it and pushing as she gently opened up for me.

She bit her lip and threw her head back hard enough that it smacked against the tile, and I paused to see if she was okay. “It’s fine I’m tough enough that you don’t have to be so gentle.” She was biting her lip hard enough I was worried it would bleed.

I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Don't hold it back. I enjoy hearing your pleasure."

She let out a soft, keening cry mixed with a throaty moan that vibrated all the way from my ears, ripping its way down my spine until my cock tingled in excitement.

The cry of a woman in ecstasy was sheer delight, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to rip her off her feet and press her hips to the wall before seeing if I couldn't play her like an instrument and wring more delicious notes from her throat.

However, how tightly her sex clung to my two fingers immediately reminded me to take it slower with her. I wanted her to have the best possible experience, and I was a lot for a woman to take. So I found myself holding back with my mind while my body fought me.

Every male instinct slammed against my chest, even as I pushed it down and held it back.

Yet, despite the tightness, Merlin still actively squeezed my fingers until my knuckles nearly popped from the pressure.

I played with her clit, massaging it back and forth until she relaxed and I was better able to stroke her slick insides with both fingers, curling them in a come-hither motion.

Her moaning grew considerably louder the more I was able to draw out of her. Her breath hitched higher with each stroke until she let out needy, desperate moans that began to ring off the bathroom's tile, loud enough that they echoed within the space and beyond.

"Do you want me to silence you?" I whispered, barely a whisper in her ear, before I began kissing along her jawline and neck.

She shook her head and continued. The woman was singing to the pleasure of my fingers, and a swell of masculine pride grew until it nearly had my heart and penis explode with excitement.

"More," Merlin demanded, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I chuckled and didn't really give her more. Instead, I began kissing her tender neck until she wasn't much more than a puddle of excited moans as she tried to sway on my fingers to get more friction. Then I stopped, pulling my fingers out with a wet smack and lifting them to her mouth.

She moaned and sucked my fingers dry before pushing against my chest, sliding along the cool tile and down to her knees. “Don’t get me worked up and stop.”

In a position like that, I was helpless.

She cradled my balls and cock like they were precious fruit and a delicacy as she lifted my rock-hard cock to her soft pink lips, kissing it gently before her tongue flicked out for a taste. The first taste was quickly followed by a deeper taste and a glance up at me through eye lashes beaded from the steam.

My body blocked the shower spray and allowed me to look down at her, marveling at what I did right to get such a lovely woman on her knees before me.

After a few sucks, she drew me past her lips, her eyes alight with excitement. Then she pulled me deep within her mouth before she began to push it into her throat, which tightened as she drew down on it and continued to suck as if she'd found a new favorite treat. She went crazy with the need to get more from me.

"Merlin," I said in faint warning, but she would have none of it.

Her fingers tightened around my balls as if threatening what would happen should I dare take this feast away from her.

I was impossibly hard, sheathed tight within her throat as she went at me, devouring me completely in such a way that I couldn't ignore. Finally, I stopped holding back, grabbing her by the back of the head and thrusting into her wet, welcoming mouth.

Her eyes rolled back, finding more pleasure in this position than either of us realized, although after a moment I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer.

For all of my stamina, I loved my women too much and dared not deny either of us the bounty of pleasure that awaited.

I groaned as a deep release pulsed out of me, pouring into her throat.

Merlin drank it down as if she’d been dying of thirst, massaging my balls to ensure they were fully emptied as she leaned back away from me and tilted her chin up, savoring it rolling down the back of her throat.

Never had I realized someone swallowing my cum could be quite so sexy, but that feeling increased when she brought her chin down and her gaze met mine with hunger as she slowly licked her lips.

"And they call Circe a nymph," I said with a chuckle that only caused her eyes to sharpen dangerously. Comparing the two of them was like playing with fire. 

The glint in her eye told me that she was about to see how far she could go, not that I had the slightest desire to stop her.

She pushed herself up off her knees, kissing her way up my chest, hands catching my cock and playing gentle fingers over it as she felt it return to life under her ministrations.

Merlin looked up at me, her hair wet as water poured down around her shoulders and off her breasts in a gentle, beautiful waterfall.

Something inside me snapped, and I hoisted her up against the wall. I was unwilling to wait another moment. As I held her against the wall and rested her atop the tip of my cock, I looked up at her before slowly and gently pressing her down over me.

Merlin threw her head back and squeezed her eyes closed.

"Should I stop?" I asked gently.

She bit her lip, shaking her head side to side. "I'm no virgin. It's just been a while," she said with a faint blush.

I continued to pull her gently over me, her silken folds giving way as they swallowed my cock inch by delicate inch.

She wiggled and rested her weight atop me before pushing down sharply that elicited a gasp, then hooked her legs around my back as if afraid I would pull out.

"Let me know if it’s too much," I said softly to her, doing my best to be gentle despite the size difference between me and my lovers.

Merlin was certainly the smallest of my women, perhaps a full height of five-five and a thin build despite appearances. However, she was still a force to be reckoned with. The system gave her strength beyond what would be expected from a woman her size.

Yet, that small body wasn't doing her any favors at present. She struggled to take me fully. Her legs tightened, and she squeezed me into her, willing it to work.

Then, with a force of will, she sank me all the way into her depths, accepting me fully as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and Merlin gasped in both pain and pleasure, letting out a long breathy moan loud enough to rattle the glass shower door.

My body roared as her slick walls encompassed me so fully that I felt like I was trapped inside the world's softest vice, holding me there for a moment with her legs locked around me.

Merlin kissed the side of my cheek, clinging tightly to me such that I didn't have the option of pulling back out.

"Just a moment," she whispered. "You've stretched me to my limits. You’re a monster down there."

I kissed the side of her head in understanding.

"Whatever you need," I promised, staying as still as I could, even though every inch of my body demanded I begin thrusting and pounding her body against the wall with the desperate abandon of a man finally getting such a beautiful woman in his arms.

She squeezed faintly with her hips, pressing me deeper in and letting out a moan of guttural pleasure with the smallest touch of friction. Then she pulsed again, pushing me out and in with a small motion. She moved slowly at first, pushing me out and pulling me in every few seconds, then growing more and more frequent as she felt herself loosen up.

I held her firmly by the hips, adding my own gentle pressure to her motions until we were no longer just coupled together, but instead actively pushing and pulling each other in a steady rhythm.

Both of us grew more eager by the second as the rhythm continued to increase, until Merlin was pushing her head back against the wall as she pumped her legs, squeezing me in and out.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Bran!" she yelled excitedly, her body beginning to move like waves, pulsing and thrusting with our hips riding against the wall, her breath picking up and her voice growing louder.

"Yes! Yes! Ye~s!" she cried out.

I was still excited for more.

I decided she must be past some of the initial pressure if she was being this loud and stopped being quite so gentle, pushing and pulling her against me, our hips crushing together under the hot spray as I lavished in feeling her soft fold caress me tip to base.

She cried out into the water cascading down her face, and I felt alive from her excitement.

I squeezed my fingers into the lush curves of her ass, losing myself to the pleasure of her body the longer I thrust into her.

Merlin seemed lost to the bliss, crying out and making enough noise that I was certain I would be getting looks from the Mul Branova for weeks to come.

Then again, getting looks from them was my default, and perhaps I should simply accept it. Still, part of me wanted to slow her down or muffle her.

One glance at her lips, and I decided it wasn't the worst idea, putting my hand over her mouth as she cried into it. She grew louder, as if covering her mouth gave her room to let out her enjoyment even more.

I laughed and felt no shame in planting my hand firmly over her mouth as she screamed, her eyes becoming pleasantly glazed as she so clearly finished.

In response, she asked a silent question with a raised eyebrow, and I lifted her, carrying her like a princess even though I was still unfulfilled.

Merlin waved a hand as I carried her shadows wrapping us and carrying away much of the moisture.

I set her down on the bed.

Only then did I hear a muffled noise and turn my head to see Circe in the chair.

I paused and stared at her before my eyes flitted to Simone who was casually buffing her nails off to the side.

I opened my mouth, ready to ask many questions, only for Simone to wave a hand, suggesting I leave it be.

An audience of my women didn't bother me.

I glanced down at Merlin, who had seen the other two and not said a word, which was enough for me to leave well enough alone.

"Fuck me, Lord Bran," Merlin said, a smirk on her face, perhaps at my momentary pause in the situation.

I happily bent over and kissed her. "I just don't always have an audience to perform with."

Merlin smirked. "We agreed to this," she said.

Circe mumbled something and Simone pulled a length of rope, excited to get to work. Quickly Circe’s legs were fixed to the chair's legs and her arms behind her back.

I knew that this was a performative helplessness. If Circe really wanted to break out of the bonds holding her, I was certain a bit of cord and a wooden chair would provide about as much resistance as water.

"So this is her penance?" I whispered between kisses.

"I’d just ignore her." Merlin said.

"I believe that's the point," Simone said with a smirk, bending over and beginning to whisper into Circe's ear, causing the legendary nymph to moan against her restraints.

I was unsure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but either way I pushed them from my mind as best I could, focusing on Merlin, cupping her hips and pulling her close to resume what we'd started in the shower.

Unlike the first time, I slid in far easier, a gentle press slipping deep into her folds and eliciting a deep, primal moan of satisfaction from the woman that came across as at least marginally smug.

Merlin eased into my touch, moaning and groaning, her legs hooking behind me and pulling me hungrily against her. "You feel so good." Merlin was putting on a little bit of a performance, but it certainly didn't hurt a man's confidence.

I slammed my hips into hers, and she begged for more.

"You feel so good. You fill me so completely I'm going to become addicted to you. Without you, I'll feel hollow." She cried and squeezed me tightly enough that I had difficulty pulling out. She groaned, putting on the show and bragging about the pleasure in front of Circe.

I knew what she was doing, but I didn't dare stop.

She squeezed me, wringing out every inch of friction between the two of us, and I couldn't help but groan, feeling myself grow closer and closer to completion.

"Yes, that's it. I feel wonderful, don't I, Bran?" Merlin clearly was looking for compliments, and I wasn't going to disappoint her.

I pumped in and out of her with the abandon of a man frenzied, feeling myself grow achingly close to completion. My climax built until I began spraying into her with the kind of release that made me throw my head back.

"You're incredible!" I yelled, hoping it went with what the rest of the room wanted. Exhibition wasn’t my kink, but I enjoyed making Merlin satisfied in every way.

"Yes!" Merlin shouted at the top of her lungs. “Pour it all into me.” She hooked her legs behind me and squeezed while drawing me in and out several more times, completely overstimulated from my recent release.

All I could do was hold on as she wrung the last few drops from my cock with a devious smile on her face.

Merlin kissed me deeply and rolled the two of us so that she came out on top, only to stand and walk over to Circe. She scooped my seed as it dripped down her leg and shoved her cum-soaked fingers into Circe’s mouth.

"Don't worry. I'll share at least a little bit," she told Circe as Circe's eyes rolled up into her head. She licked Merlin's fingers clean.

"Can I?" Circe asked.

Merlin smirked. "Simone, you can undo one of her hands. If she cums before me though she has to have it tied back up."

Simone grinned, clapped her hands, and broke one of the ropes, only for Circe's now-freed hand to dive down between her legs as she began masturbating with abandon.

"It's not too weird, is it?" Merlin whispered as she crawled back onto the bed with me.

I shrugged. "Fun enough." I pulled her to me, kissing her and sinking her down onto my re-hardened cock, which I figured would be answer enough.

AN - This should have been 2 chappies, but I kept it as one for you lot.