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Re: The Razor's Edge (Knephi) GMed by Takimaru
"Sure~" cooed Diggs, who could only shrug and grin, making it that much more difficult to trust the ruffian's answer. Still, such a reaction to these sorts of matters wasn't particularly uncharacteristic of him, especially regarding Rhea's 'sessions' with Valtes.
On the other end, Thohn gave a more solemn and quiet nod, but he couldn't keep his gaze from shifting between the two participants of an undoubtedly lewd act that was to happen. While the set of reactions didn't appear to be as explicit as a promise as Rhea might have hoped for from the other Thorns, it was probably the best she'd get for now.
With that, the blue-haired bandit made his way to the room that Rhea motioned to, inviting her in. Shutting the door behind them, he then slid the heavy lock into its secure position. At least it was a sturdy one. No doubt it would help her feel a little safer later, even if her nerves would be on end now.
Blue led the only female member of the Thorns to the lone bed that was placed near the center of the chamber. Provided, it was a large and comfortable looking mattress for one in such a dungeon... but even then, it would only be big enough for Valtes and Rhea--and hopefully nobody else. Directing her to sit on the cushion, the thug stopped to place a few items from his pockets onto the bedside table. He then wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and revealing, perhaps to no one's surprise, a fully erect member.
He wasn't quite as big as the thief girl's usual partner, but his manhood was still impressive, all things considered, and something that she'd have to become intimately familiar with nonetheless. His size, his shape, his scent... they weren't things that the girl would be able to easily forget. Rhea was reminded of such when the bodyguard brushed a hand along the side of her head, saying, "Don't keep me waiting, heh..." Looking down at her expectantly, he awaited her attentions, be it with hand or mouth--though from the way he shifted his hips forward gradually, she'd eventually have to provide the latter.
Of course. The very nature of this 'favor' was for his pleasure, not hers, and she'd have to work her mouth on his cock to make him feel as good as possible to repay his kindness in providing such lodging. Blue wasn't shy about claiming his prize, as when Rhea welcomed his rod in between her lips, he secured his grip upon the back of her head, groaning loudly. "Ohhh... yeah, that's good," he assured her, his member twitching upwards as she welcomed it into the warmth of her mouth.
After only a minute or so worth of work on her part, she'd taste his precum as it dribbled upon her tongue. If she didn't want to 'disappoint' her employer in terms of performance, she'd have to swallow, as spitting wasn't a particularly welcome gesture, at least not by Valtes... nor was there quite enough of the substance for her to allow it to overflow if she simply wanted to let it leak out from her lips. Her continued services would cause him to grunt and twitch on occasion, letting her know that the experiences she had with the boss of the Thorns hadn't gone as a complete waste. While she knew that Valtes was pleased with her performances, it seemed that even one of Xanrud's bodyguards was having a good time thanks to her oral work.
Her expert services were enough that the man would begin to shudder and jerk forward, and his wobbling knees showed that he probably couldn't stand any longer while continuing to receive such treatment. So he parted himself from her, but only long enough to have a seat upon the edge of the mattress, where his stiff cock awaited her continued attentions. As she leaned over sideways along the length of the bed to return to sucking on him, the thug would run a hand down along her side, only to stop at her rump. Helping himself to a nice squeeze of her soft flesh, he employed the other hand to encourage her to go on. Was he entitled to please her as she did him in this little exchange? That was up to Rhea. But unless she didn't make any outright protests, he would boldly continue, using his more exploratory hand to venture in between the girl's legs and rub her more sensitive spots.
While the ruffian's skill level with his manual ministrations wasn't terribly far above that of Valtes, his zeal for doing so was notable. His fingers constantly worked, letting Rhea's juices soak through her panties before pulling them aside to gain quick access to her slick flower beneath. Meanwhile, his other hand settled behind Rhea's head, guiding her pace. While a bit commandeering, it was her that had something to prove in this instance, not him. Luckily, encounters with Valtes were often rougher up to this point--in a way, perhaps the boss of the Thorns had prepared her for these kinds of deals. If the formidable thug's protection was a service, then her sex was the commodity by which to purchase it.
The one called 'Blue' would help himself to more of Rhea's 'currency', thrusting his hips up so as to get deeper in, towards her throat. At the same time, the progression of his manual services would go even further as he sunk his large middle digit in between the girl's pink folds, adding a second finger when her natural wetness eventually allowed it. It only made it more and more difficult for Rhea to imagine leaving the room while only having given the man a simple blowjob. However, as she began to taste more and more of his precum, it grew apparent that the blue-haired thug would reach his limit soon. All she had to do was keep working, which wasn't difficult by that point.
However, when he began to pant and grunt more frequently, wordlessly announcing that he was getting close, the mohawked bodyguard wasn't to be content just releasing his load in Rhea's mouth. Seconds before his imminent eruption, he grabbed the girl by her hair and lifted her off of him, giving a short "On your knees, uuhh... a-and open your mouth!". The command gave Rhea just enough time to do so as he hurried to his feet. If she followed through with the second order, leaving her mouth agape, he would sigh deeply and point the tip of his manhood right into the target.
"Ahh... hnnngh... oohhhhhh~! Uuhhh, yeahh... hehh... haaauuhhhnn...!"
The first two thick ropes of his semen spurted out from the tip of his cock onto her outstretched tongue, and thanks to the way the thug was handling himself, several more would follow. If Rhea didn't actively seek to catch them in her mouth, the viscous jets of seed would splatter over her face, nose, and cheeks.
"Uwoohhh..." groaned Blue, squeezing out the remainder of his first load for the night. Regardless of whether the female thief had caught most of it in her mouth or with her face, he would press his rod forward towards her lips, directing her to clean him off properly. He would then groan his pleasure loudly at Rhea's compliance, giving a few brisk thrusts into her mouth to let her taste as much of his cum as possible. It was somewhat rough, but still not much worse than what Valtes did to her on a near-daily basis. Still, it was odd for Rhea, quite used to only one man for a good while, to have a different scent, a different shape, a different size in her care.
And after having milked him of his load and cleaned him up, that would be her end of the bargain. Or was it? He had managed to stay erect the entire time, after all.
Before she knew it, Blue had directed her back up from her knees and pushed her back onto the bed. "Huhh, damn you're good. I should savor this though, huh? Don't get girls like you in our Division that often. 'Sides... you look like you want it bad, too." As he leaned over her, Rhea could feel the bandit's fingertips make contact with her moist opening once again, as if to remind her of how wet she had gotten. Positioning himself between her legs, he grinned, rubbing the tip of his cock in between her lower lips in preparation to penetrate her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rhea noticed an odd glint from the bedside table. It seemed out of place amongst the pouch of coins, dagger, and shell comb that he had set upon it. The gleaming object appeared to be a crystal of some sort...
"Sure~" cooed Diggs, who could only shrug and grin, making it that much more difficult to trust the ruffian's answer. Still, such a reaction to these sorts of matters wasn't particularly uncharacteristic of him, especially regarding Rhea's 'sessions' with Valtes.
On the other end, Thohn gave a more solemn and quiet nod, but he couldn't keep his gaze from shifting between the two participants of an undoubtedly lewd act that was to happen. While the set of reactions didn't appear to be as explicit as a promise as Rhea might have hoped for from the other Thorns, it was probably the best she'd get for now.
With that, the blue-haired bandit made his way to the room that Rhea motioned to, inviting her in. Shutting the door behind them, he then slid the heavy lock into its secure position. At least it was a sturdy one. No doubt it would help her feel a little safer later, even if her nerves would be on end now.
Blue led the only female member of the Thorns to the lone bed that was placed near the center of the chamber. Provided, it was a large and comfortable looking mattress for one in such a dungeon... but even then, it would only be big enough for Valtes and Rhea--and hopefully nobody else. Directing her to sit on the cushion, the thug stopped to place a few items from his pockets onto the bedside table. He then wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and revealing, perhaps to no one's surprise, a fully erect member.
He wasn't quite as big as the thief girl's usual partner, but his manhood was still impressive, all things considered, and something that she'd have to become intimately familiar with nonetheless. His size, his shape, his scent... they weren't things that the girl would be able to easily forget. Rhea was reminded of such when the bodyguard brushed a hand along the side of her head, saying, "Don't keep me waiting, heh..." Looking down at her expectantly, he awaited her attentions, be it with hand or mouth--though from the way he shifted his hips forward gradually, she'd eventually have to provide the latter.
Of course. The very nature of this 'favor' was for his pleasure, not hers, and she'd have to work her mouth on his cock to make him feel as good as possible to repay his kindness in providing such lodging. Blue wasn't shy about claiming his prize, as when Rhea welcomed his rod in between her lips, he secured his grip upon the back of her head, groaning loudly. "Ohhh... yeah, that's good," he assured her, his member twitching upwards as she welcomed it into the warmth of her mouth.
After only a minute or so worth of work on her part, she'd taste his precum as it dribbled upon her tongue. If she didn't want to 'disappoint' her employer in terms of performance, she'd have to swallow, as spitting wasn't a particularly welcome gesture, at least not by Valtes... nor was there quite enough of the substance for her to allow it to overflow if she simply wanted to let it leak out from her lips. Her continued services would cause him to grunt and twitch on occasion, letting her know that the experiences she had with the boss of the Thorns hadn't gone as a complete waste. While she knew that Valtes was pleased with her performances, it seemed that even one of Xanrud's bodyguards was having a good time thanks to her oral work.
Her expert services were enough that the man would begin to shudder and jerk forward, and his wobbling knees showed that he probably couldn't stand any longer while continuing to receive such treatment. So he parted himself from her, but only long enough to have a seat upon the edge of the mattress, where his stiff cock awaited her continued attentions. As she leaned over sideways along the length of the bed to return to sucking on him, the thug would run a hand down along her side, only to stop at her rump. Helping himself to a nice squeeze of her soft flesh, he employed the other hand to encourage her to go on. Was he entitled to please her as she did him in this little exchange? That was up to Rhea. But unless she didn't make any outright protests, he would boldly continue, using his more exploratory hand to venture in between the girl's legs and rub her more sensitive spots.
While the ruffian's skill level with his manual ministrations wasn't terribly far above that of Valtes, his zeal for doing so was notable. His fingers constantly worked, letting Rhea's juices soak through her panties before pulling them aside to gain quick access to her slick flower beneath. Meanwhile, his other hand settled behind Rhea's head, guiding her pace. While a bit commandeering, it was her that had something to prove in this instance, not him. Luckily, encounters with Valtes were often rougher up to this point--in a way, perhaps the boss of the Thorns had prepared her for these kinds of deals. If the formidable thug's protection was a service, then her sex was the commodity by which to purchase it.
The one called 'Blue' would help himself to more of Rhea's 'currency', thrusting his hips up so as to get deeper in, towards her throat. At the same time, the progression of his manual services would go even further as he sunk his large middle digit in between the girl's pink folds, adding a second finger when her natural wetness eventually allowed it. It only made it more and more difficult for Rhea to imagine leaving the room while only having given the man a simple blowjob. However, as she began to taste more and more of his precum, it grew apparent that the blue-haired thug would reach his limit soon. All she had to do was keep working, which wasn't difficult by that point.
However, when he began to pant and grunt more frequently, wordlessly announcing that he was getting close, the mohawked bodyguard wasn't to be content just releasing his load in Rhea's mouth. Seconds before his imminent eruption, he grabbed the girl by her hair and lifted her off of him, giving a short "On your knees, uuhh... a-and open your mouth!". The command gave Rhea just enough time to do so as he hurried to his feet. If she followed through with the second order, leaving her mouth agape, he would sigh deeply and point the tip of his manhood right into the target.
"Ahh... hnnngh... oohhhhhh~! Uuhhh, yeahh... hehh... haaauuhhhnn...!"
The first two thick ropes of his semen spurted out from the tip of his cock onto her outstretched tongue, and thanks to the way the thug was handling himself, several more would follow. If Rhea didn't actively seek to catch them in her mouth, the viscous jets of seed would splatter over her face, nose, and cheeks.
"Uwoohhh..." groaned Blue, squeezing out the remainder of his first load for the night. Regardless of whether the female thief had caught most of it in her mouth or with her face, he would press his rod forward towards her lips, directing her to clean him off properly. He would then groan his pleasure loudly at Rhea's compliance, giving a few brisk thrusts into her mouth to let her taste as much of his cum as possible. It was somewhat rough, but still not much worse than what Valtes did to her on a near-daily basis. Still, it was odd for Rhea, quite used to only one man for a good while, to have a different scent, a different shape, a different size in her care.
And after having milked him of his load and cleaned him up, that would be her end of the bargain. Or was it? He had managed to stay erect the entire time, after all.
Before she knew it, Blue had directed her back up from her knees and pushed her back onto the bed. "Huhh, damn you're good. I should savor this though, huh? Don't get girls like you in our Division that often. 'Sides... you look like you want it bad, too." As he leaned over her, Rhea could feel the bandit's fingertips make contact with her moist opening once again, as if to remind her of how wet she had gotten. Positioning himself between her legs, he grinned, rubbing the tip of his cock in between her lower lips in preparation to penetrate her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rhea noticed an odd glint from the bedside table. It seemed out of place amongst the pouch of coins, dagger, and shell comb that he had set upon it. The gleaming object appeared to be a crystal of some sort...