Of Trails and Snails | Chapter 13: Room Five (NSFW) (Patreon)

Jack followed Skye into the room and closed the door. He locked it tight, wishing there were a second lock in case Claire got any ideas, but he tossed the key aside and didn’t give her another thought as he turned to face Skye.

She popped the cork on each bottle with her teeth and handed Jack one. He stepped forward and snatched it out of her grip, but as she stole a drink from her dew, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pressed his body to hers, and sank his teeth into her neck.

Skye hummed inside of her bottle and lifted her free hand to her ear.

Jack caught her wrist and growled, “Don’t dart me.”

She swallowed and looked at him with a sly smile. “You think you can last that long?”

“We won’t know until I try.”

He tipped his bottle of dew against his chin and filled his mouth. Releasing Skye’s wrist, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pressed his lips to hers. A sharp inhale through her nose betrayed her surprise as he parted her mouth with his tongue and let the liquid spill into her throat.

Skye nibbled his lower lip and giggled. “Feeling brave, Jack?”

“You have no idea.” He kissed her cheek and threw back a few deep swigs of his own. Sighing with satisfaction, he grinned at Skye. “It’s my turn to call the shots.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Drink.”

A challenge glimmered in her eye, but she raised her bottle anyway, and he did the same. When he met her eyes again, the room began to take on the delicious haze that came from Molluscia’s heavy-handed spirits.

Skye glanced over her shoulder. “Should we shut the drapes?”

“No. I want to see your face.”

“There are fireflies, Jack.” She jerked her chin at the jars near the futon on the floor.

Jack smirked. “Give ‘em the day off.”

“Shit. You are feeling brave.”

He grazed his teeth along her ear and murmured, “I didn’t tell you to stop drinking.”

Skye snorted a laugh, then took another drink. He curled his fingers beneath the ties of her corset and set to work. She was still in her combat equipment, but like hell he was going to let that stop him.

Actually…

He freed the leather cords and let them dangle around his wrist, tearing the leather armor away from the thin black tank top that waited beneath. She watched him with curiosity, teething the lip of the bottle in a way that made the hair rise on the backs of his arms.

“Nearly finished?” Jack asked after her corset was on the floor. He toyed with the lower hem of her tank top, forcing his eyes away from the outlines of her hardened nipples.

Skye grinned. “Aren’t we just getting started?”

Always trying to yank back control, this woman. “Your drink, Skye. Did you finish the bottle?” He palmed her breast, kneading his fingertips hard into her skin. A reluctant moan escaped her throat. He felt her relinquish the tiniest bit of power underneath his touch.

“You’re a-always…ah…” Her thought was interrupted by a groan when Jack tongued her ear.

“Hm?”

“…So fast…”

“Finish your dew,” he muttered against her skin. “I need your wrists.”

 The slight tremble of her hand was noticeable as she raised the bottle again. She sighed into the last drops as he dragged his thumb over her nipple, and he killed his drink alongside hers.

“I’ll take these.” He took Skye’s bottle, then placed both on their sides on the wooden floorboards. With two swift kicks, they rolled away and struck the stone wall with successive clinks. “And these.” Seizing Skye’s hands, he raised them above her head, then tied the cording from her corset around her wrists. Even with his knowledge of knots, he wasn’t nearly as clever with binding as Xariir, but, hey, originality over imitation and whatnot.

“You know I could cast [Bind] and stop you right now?” Skye murmured.

“Do you want to?”

“Not really.” The flush of alcohol reddened her cheeks, and she smiled. “But I could.”

Jack slid the long line of cording through his knot, pleased as he stepped to the side and found that it reached just as far as he’d hoped. “I could find a better use for that mouth.”

She leaned her back against her shell and squirmed playfully beneath his binds. “Not like this, you won’t.”

“No. I have other ideas.”

Skye furrowed her brow and pursed her lips—an expression she didn’t often share with anyone outside of Jack. He chuckled and snaked the cord beneath the pack’s strap on the back of her shell. That damn thing was just as firmly affixed to her body as her fingernails. She could use every ounce of her [Strength] to break free, and she’d still struggle to do it. And then she’d have one hell of a repair bill to show for it.

“That’s not fair,” she grumbled as he tied the knot.

“Sure it is.” The binding lay her flat against her shell, arching her back in a vulnerable curve. Like her body was on offer.

Skye searched his face; her expression wavered between excitement, curiosity, and anxiety.

He slid his hands beneath her top, gliding his fingers over the lines of her abdomen. “Need me to untie it?”

“N-no.” She shivered and closed her eyes. “I… I just…”

Jack let the fabric gather around his wrists, raising it as his hands moved upward. “You just what?”

“I wouldn’t… Mnh…” She moaned when his hands found her breasts unimpeded by her shirt. “Fuck, Jack.”

“You wouldn’t?” He enveloped her nipple in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and drinking in her sighs.

“Let anyone else…do this.” Skye raised her back, pressing herself against his lips.

“Good,” he breathed against her chest. He dropped his right hand to her skirt and lifted the fabric, then traced the folds of her body underneath. “Spread yourself.”

She groaned her reluctance, but the layers of skin that protected her sex slowly peeled back while he continued toying with her chest. “I can’t wrap you with your pants on.”

“I know,” Jack said. He slid his middle finger over the slick lubrications of her foot, rising upward until he found her opening. “This isn’t for me.”

The creaking sound of straining leather reached his ears as Skye allowed her body to accept two of his fingers. He teased the swelling points of her pleasure before withdrawing and circling his fingertips around her clit. Her stomach grew taut, and she rolled her body against her shell, pushing her hips against his hand and then her chest against his mouth.

Skye whimpered, and Jack fought against the blood rushing between his legs. Her searing breast beneath his tongue, her soaked, velvet skin that could be swallowing his cock instead of his fingers. Her hands writhed against their binds, and her head canted to the side as she closed her eyes and fought for air. Submissive Skye was rarer than a line of lucky sevens, and arguably more satisfying.

He kept his hand at her breast, mapping her throat with his tongue until he reached her ear. Her hair tickled his cheek, and her scent drowned his senses. He slid a third finger into her depths, stretching and massaging her walls until he earned his name from her throat. He wanted more. He needed more.

Jack sank to his knees and spread both edges of her foot wide. This was something he’d only done for Skye and Mia two other times. Both occasions were under the influence of darts, so it was difficult to say if he would enjoy the act while sober.

Though could anything be counted as “sober” after an entire bottle of dew?

Ah, well.

“J-Jack?” Skye breathed. “Are you…? Ah! Goddess! Fuck!”

Jack slid his tongue between the folds of Skye’s clit while penetrating her with his fingers. He could feel her trembling, fighting to keep her body parted while he worked. Warring between snapping the straining cord and letting him keep his dominance. But he maintained a slow, steady rhythm as if he were unaware of her struggle, reminding her that his sole purpose right now was to please her. No matter how desperately he wanted to tear off his clothes and feel her body wrapped around his.

It was a battle of attrition on both sides. Jack had to take his time servicing Skye. Skye had to endure whatever pleasure he wrought on her without reciprocation. He could feel her walls gradually tightening around his fingers as the swelling nodes he massaged summoned ravenous cries from her throat. After a time, there was a curiously numb sensation that coated the tip of his tongue after he dared to plunge it inside of her in place of his fingers.

But if he’d regained feeling after the last two times he’d tried, then it was nothing to worry about. Besides, hearing the desperate, erotic sounds that escaped Skye’s lips was worth never feeling his tongue again.

“Let me wrap you,” Skye begged.

Jack pulled away and wiped his mouth off with the back of his wrist. He grinned as he looked up at her. “You think you’re close enough for that?’

“Yes.” Skye’s fingers curled into fists. She rested her head back against her shell, closed her eyes, and moaned. “Jack. Please.” Her normally hardened voice came in breathy sighs.

Jack had broken her. At that moment, he really didn’t mind if he never felt his tongue again. “Hmm…”

“Jack.”

“Okay, okay.” He grinned. “I think you’ve behaved well enough.”

“Uayeb’s foot, Jack. Just fuck me.”

He pushed himself to his feet and undressed, kicking his clothes to the side. The moment his chest touched hers, Skye wrapped him. But every inch of her was already dripping. The starving undulations of her body around his legs and cock made him light-headed. He cupped one hand behind her neck while the other reached up to her wrists, unbinding them with a few plucks of his fingertips.

Skye threw her arms around his shoulders as she enfolded him tighter, forcing him inside of her heat. Jack shuddered, trying to slow her advance with little effect. He wanted to feel her just as badly as she did him, and there was no resistance in their joining. When his hips met hers, he hissed between his teeth. She was like a furnace, dripping with need, pulsing around him as if she’d climaxed already.

“Don’t move,” he growled. Damn it, he would make her climax first. Without the dart.

“I won’t,” Skye murmured.

Jack leaned his forehead against hers and chuckled under his breath. Her assent was almost as delicious as fucking her. Almost. “Good.”

He wove his arm around her waist, withdrew as far as her wrap would allow, and then thrust hard inside of her. The swelling he’d coaxed met him with a force that made him gasp. How did she manage to do this to him? He breathed in, willing the tension between his legs to ease. He wasn’t done.

Skye snared her fingers into his hair and dug her nails into his scalp. He repeated the motion and watched her eyes roll back. A third thrust, and he buried his tongue inside of her mouth. She reciprocated with languid strokes, never attempting to penetrate his lips. Never overstepping her boundaries.

Had anything ever tasted so sweet?

Jack sped his pace, praying to Nerite or Uayeb or any god who would listen to keep his climax at bay. She was not making this easy.

“I’m coming!” Skye squealed inside his mouth.

Oh, thank God.

Jack let his desires loose, holding tight to her waist, slamming his hips against hers, and letting his tongue descend into her throat. Skye’s smothered cries intensified with the powerful convulsions around his shaft, tipping him over the edge. His orgasm forced him to break their kiss, and he caught his breath as waves of pleasure rolled down his back. Skye’s hips rocked against his, claiming every drop he could give as her own before retaking his lips.

When at last Skye released her wrap and Jack withdrew, he cupped her face in one hand and watched with pride as she nuzzled his palm. This side of her was so rare and precious—worth more than any Quest in Molluscia.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jack,” Skye murmured.

“So am I.” He kissed her forehead.

She smiled and pulled him into another deep embrace.

Their kiss lasted so long that the fireflies came to life on their own. Neither Jack nor Skye noticed the lights dimming outside of room five’s window, nor the shadowy figure that had watched the exchange.