Re: Harmony and the Void (BlueSlime) GMed by Takimaru
Ruby's apparent receptiveness would only cause Melchor's body language to flare up with interest. It was evident that an attitude like hers wasn't exactly what he was used to in a captive. A defiant glare, a broken-down look, or a pathetic plea... all relatively common fare. But this sort of vague playfulness was a little more rare to come by--especially seeing that it was no secret what his crew members sought from these captives. Even as a facade, the sort of coolness retained by the Fire Lotus was only one that the most confident could convincingly pull off in the face of his presence. For a human, it would be a lie to say that his own wasn't impressive, but it still paled in comparison to Ruby's own domme.
He considered her praise of the taller 'slave'. "Hmm... she seems to fit the part. Hah! But I like it. The two of you are quite a catch. I'm damn glad that I bothered to run that slow rig down--what it lacked in quantity, it made up for in value."
Flattery was unnecessary at this point, and so Ruby could guess his compliments to be genuine. Her and Noir certainly weren't the typical fare of the slave trade, that much was certain. And yet there they were, willingly placing themselves on this stranger's bed at his command. He wasn't one to complain about it, however, seeing as it made the process far easier for him, who had been waiting for apparently far too long to feel a woman's touch once again. That is... until the Honrainese beauty shrugged off the tight-looking knots with far more ease than was believable. The bold display gave him pause, just enough to show that even he wasn't immune to the tactic. "You are... something else. Though I do have to ask who did these knots in the first place."
The more petite of the two women then suggested that it was still a willing encounter nonetheless, and Melchor's breaths grew heavier. He looked conflicted, though perhaps he was just fighting the urge to thrust himself into Ruby and begin humping her like a horny dog. To put them in their place, simply imagining the two whimpering and moaning in submission... it was enough to coax the man's member to its full length and hardness. But, for the time being, he would maintain his composure, retaining a relatively slow pace of teasing and pillow talk.
"Mad? No... but maybe you do need to be put in your place," he huffed, giving Ruby a few 'missed' thrusts that only caused his textured shaft to tickle her lower lips and clit. "I ought to bind you up in some better restraints," suggested the captain. "... though I wonder if you'll escape those too? But you know, I can do the same on my own." Grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed, he proved his grip strong and true as he began to slip the head of his manhood in between Ruby's slick petals. At any moment, he could claim her for his own.
By that point, Noir was clearly turned on. Enough so that she wouldn't even let an encounter speed to a conclusion so quickly. "Is keeping these binds so necessary? I'm sure you'd like something better than the dead fish approach," commented the Voidic beauty. "We've been trained very well... we won't disappoint," she went on to promise.
Melchor looked at her, and responded by reaching over and yanking away at Noir's binds, causing the strategically placed knots to undo themselves rather easily. It revealed the trick, but the man looked far from being concerned at that point, especially with the vampire's alluring gaze egging him on and pulling him into the promise of more immediate and rewarding matters.
"Ooh, thank you," she cooed, as if she were unable to get them off herself. To feed his ego and growing lust, it proved all too easy--and of course, fun. The Mistress rose to a seated position at the edge of the bed before lowering herself to her knees, and the captain could easily guess what her intentions were. He wouldn't refuse. Melchor managed to keep himself from simply taking Ruby, backing up and off of her to a standing position where the Fire Lotus could follow Noir's example. It certainly wouldn't be the first time they had shared a cock between each other in such a fashion.
The pale domme was first to start, inviting their host's pearled manhood in between her lips and taking in just the tip, as if giving it a brief kiss, before letting Ruby do something similar. Then, she would alternate, every time taking him in deeper on her initial strokes. When her partner worked on the lucky one's shaft, she would descend to have a thorough licking at his balls, priming them to prepare the massive amounts of sperm they would soon deliver. And once Ruby took over such a task, she would return to handling Melchor's rod, keeping it nice and firm. All the while her hands would stay far from idle, with one running up and down the seaman's well-defined abdominals, and another trailing his lumbar area, occasionally catching a feel of his rhythmically tensing glutes.
She couldn't help but to maintain an incidental degree of eye contact with her slave, as if doing the lewd act specifically for her. Hints of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips all the while, a haunting grin that reminded Ruby of the other woman's oral skills being applied in a more direct manner. Through their link, the Fire Lotus could nearly feel a similar sensation tantalizing her down below. Even if it wasn't 'real', it certainly felt that way, and did its job in getting her just as worked up as Melchor. Ruby would feel the trickle of her own secretions running down her inner thighs as she continued to work.
Their teamwork soon proved effective on the captain of Her Majesty's Bane, whose escalating groans and grunts notified them of as much. "Uuhhh... ohhhh! Hnnnhh," he sighed, watching the two women take turns sucking on his cock. Noir stretched out more of her lengthy tongue to expose her peculiar feature, allowing it to curl around the base of Melchor's shaft and jerk him off slowly while allowing Ruby to work whatever magic she wished on the tip and head. The Honrainese beauty would soon catch a taste of her man's precum, dribble by dribble, as her beloved domme returned to sucking lewdly on his hanging orbs. Few men would be able to withstand such a potent assault on the senses, no doubt, and Ruby could tell that he was going to cum soon...
But it would be Noir that would claim the man's first load for herself. Once Ruby backed off from his member, her Mistress would hungrily engulf it in the blissful embrace of her mouth, bobbing her head with renewed zeal to show that she would tease him no longer. When she wanted to be, Noir was unbelievably good, and seeing her suck Melchor's cock in earnest was somewhat reminiscent of when the vampire unleashed her full potential in combat--it wasn't the most common sight, but it was a marvel to watch nonetheless.
"Hurrgg... ohhh~!" he groaned, his visage a picture of pleasure with mouth agape and look vacant. Noir's bangs began to sway back and forth as she sought to take him there. Dimples formed in her cheeks as her tongue slithered forward ever further, cradling the sensitive underside of his shaft and tickling the underside of his balls, as if commanding them to surrender their contents. The stare given from her piercing red eyes, upwards to meet his own, would make such an order all but impossible to resist.
What the Mistress wanted, she would get... and even Melchor couldn't keep himself from surrendering the desired load in a matter of seconds. His lips formed an 'O', his eyes clenched shut and his chin tilted itself upwards as he achieved sweet bliss in the comfort of Noir's oral embrace. As she collected his sperm-filled liquid in her mouth, she would continue to milk him from the base of his shaft with her fingers and tongue, ever hungry for more of what he had to offer. She would eventually lift herself off him with an audible 'pop', granting the head sailor relief from the near sensory overload.
Noir paused, swishing the slightly salty load upon her tongue like a fine wine. Then, she cupped Ruby's chin, and at that point, the pierced and inked assassin knew what was to come. The pale domme locked lips with her, engaging in a most sensual and yet erotic kiss as the two slipped the thick globs of cum back and forth between their dancing tongues. It wasn't a completely airtight embrace, with a few trickles of semen escaping here and there to make for a messier show. "Mmmm..." Melchor could only watch in stupefied astonishment as Noir shamelessly transferred his load to Ruby.
After a few more lingering moments, the vampire took a deep breath in through her nose, savoring the flavor, the heat, the feel of it all... then parted the kiss ever so slowly, allowing a bridge of cum to stretch out from between their lips. Then, with a few cool fingertips she pressed upward, tilting the other woman's chin towards the ceiling and back. The gulp that would result told Melchor that his gift was accepted all too graciously.
That, however, was hardly enough for Noir, who would consider it a warm-up of sorts. Though Melchor was still stuck in something of a post-orgasmic daze, he would break out of it once the pale woman wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to pump him steadily. The sly look she gave him would allow him to stay hard for her, inspiring the man to get ready to deliver as many loads as the Mistress needed from him. While it was far more difficult for Noir's hypnotic gaze to exert absolute and immediate control over one like the head of the Bane, it wouldn't be too hard to give him mental nudges in one direction or another. The lust that had built up in no small amount was there for her to draw out with a dominant smile and a knowing look.
Once he was at his full length again, Noir grinned and motioned for Ruby to take the same position as before, with her back on the bed. "Now that we have you warmed up," she started, kneeling on the bed beside her sub and spreading her thighs to invite Melchor in between them. "I think it's time you show us the true extent of your hunger," added the domme in a most tempting voice. Despite the fact that he had released quite the load only a few moments earlier, with Noir's encouragement he was as stiff and ready as he needed to be for a second round.
His eyes wild with lust, Melchor staggered forward and thrust himself into the assassin, as he had wanted to do all this time. Noir wouldn't stop him--after all, the more he gave in to his primal desires, the easier it would be for her to penetrate his mind in turn.
The fact that Ruby was sopping wet helped facilitate his desperate entry, allowing the petite woman to feel his studded cock burying itself deep inside. He was of comparable size as Verde, and perhaps of similar adornment, save that the entirety of his cock was pearled, giving Ruby a more full and complete sensation of the beads gliding along the various pleasure centers of her pussy. Not only that, but for as horny as he was, his quick strokes were consistent and satisfying, enough to bring the Fire Lotus speeding towards a first orgasm in little time at all. If there was ever an urge deep within Ruby to be pounded like a bitch in heat, it would be pulled out to the surface thanks to Noir's undeniable charm. Melchor, too, proved both skillful and physical in his pursuit to explore the Fire Lotus' depths, but a look up at his face would show that he was quickly devolving into an ever primal state despite the cool and composed front he displayed when they first met.
Even Noir wasn't completely immune to the infectious atmosphere of lust and desire, and she threw one thigh over Ruby's head, sinking herself down in a comfortable kneeling position and giving her sub the challenge of trying to please her while taking an incredibly intense fucking. All of the loss, the sorrow, the troubles of the past several months had kept her down... but here, and now, she would be able to find true release, if only for a while. In a sense, it was freedom, and Noir embraced it wholeheartedly, swiveling her hips sensually as she rolled her head and moaned loudly in response to Ruby's tongue working concentric circles about her cunny. Raising a hand to fondle her own breasts, she did her best to savor the pleasure that was given to her. Yet, when Melchor's grunts and pants grow more and more desperate, Noir wouldn't forget the priority at hand. She smiled, locking her eyes onto his and drawing his gaze forward, giving him a lustful look as if she were the one he was fucking. Her hypnotic, voice-filled stare must have told him a thousand words, the most compelling of which was: 'cum'.
It wasn't a particularly difficult command to follow, but he would obey nonetheless. At the apex of his rhythm, Melchor pressed his hips against Ruby's as tightly as he could, hilting her. "Huuhh... OOOOOOHHHHHH! UUUHHHNNNNNN! Hnnnnnnhhh!" When he did, the assassin could feel her man twitch powerfully inside before releasing a veritable flood of seed, the heat of which she could feel spreading deep inside and seeping into her womb. The trigger would send even Noir tumbling over the edge in an orgasm of her own, the Voidic beauty's hips rolling uncontrollably as her juices gushed forth to coat Ruby's lips and chin.
But the assault upon Ruby's sensations wouldn't stop there. "Ooohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Haaauhhhhhnngghhrhh..." Melchor would draw himself out halfway and thrust again forcefully, allowing his second spurt to fill her more thoroughly... and yet again, the third leaving Ruby feeling satisfied and thoroughly full of her partner's potent spunk. But there was still a fourth, fifth, and sixth pump to top it all off, each delivering an impressive explosion of cum until the excess began to dribble out from their point of union onto the satin sheets. If she weren't already pregnant, it wouldn't have been a surprise for Melchor to father her child in such a manner, mainly by virtue of how thorough her insemination proved to be.
In that moment, his eyes glazed over as he went somewhere else mentally, to a state of pure bliss. It left the door wide open for Noir, even in her post-orgasmic bliss, to plant some very important and compelling suggestions deep in his mind.
When he snapped out of the heavy, sleep-inducing haze, Melchor looked upon Noir and Ruby with a newfound sense of admiration not seen before. The same way Verde did, with a sense of frighteningly genuine respect and love. It was apparent that the Mistress hadn't stripped the more important foundations of psyche and personality, but left them intact while adding a place for herself in his internal hierarchy of relationships. Every positive aspect of herself and Ruby that she could recall, she had placed in the new chamber of Melchor's psyche. Of course, he was still the captain of Her Majesty's Bane, and all decisions were his own to make... but the opinions of these two women were to be taken as seriously as he would advice from his most trusted mates.
"Hahhh... that was... amazing," Melchor finally remarked, having only enough energy to withdraw himself from Ruby and plop forward onto the bed. "Both of you are." Thanks to Ruby's efforts, he was impressed, but thanks to Noir's, he was now enamored.
"I uh, need a rest, though, for now," he added, having spent the majority of his energy in rutting Ruby as hard as possible. He rolled over onto his back, sweaty and heaving... only to have Noir straddle him. Once the Mistress got in a mood, she was difficult to stop.
"Oh, is that it? I thought the great captain of the Bane would have more than that," teased the raven-haired vixen, lowering a hand to grasp his cock. But just as she did, a light rapping came at the door, followed by a muffled voice.
"Cap... d-don't mean to disturb you but, the guys are getting pretty restless now. It's been a couple hours already. All the important cargo's loaded, and the initiation show's over--the little green-haired guy already put a beating on the big guy, who's now on a cot. 'Least we got one sailor out of it... anyway, uh, we were wondering if you wanted to share this time or not?" asked a sheepish voice from behind the door.
Noir couldn't help but grin at the question. She took a seat next to Ruby on the plush bed, embracing her and kissing her neck. Then, she slid a hand down the Fire Lotus' abdomen, descending until she reached her flower. Slipping a pale finger in between the shorter girl's folds, she scooped out a sizable glob of the captain's seed and sampled it with her tongue, then brought it closer to her sub's face. "Mm... my dear Ruby. You're still horny, aren't you?" asked the domme, eyeing the physical signs of the Fire Lotus' lingering arousal. "I know I am, fufu. May as well keep morale high on this boat, don't you think?" She began to stroke up and down the full length of her folds, to help add emphasis to her already convincing suggestion.