Part 3
Isthar shoved me against the wooden door of her private room as soon as she dragged me in. I managed to unhook the strap of my travelling pouch and let it drop to the floor just as my back hit the timber. She grasped my chin and kissed me, groaning into my mouth as I shifted one thigh to push against her crotch and slung the other leg around her hip. She rocked against my thigh and I jerked back from the kiss with a surprised gasp.
"You have a little something extra, I see," I said, half-accusing, half-teasing. Her soft laughter puffed against my lips before she kissed me again, her tongue swirling into my mouth. Her hands gripped at my bottom, holding me in place as she ground what felt like a massive prick against my leg. I pulled back, panting. "I thought you were female. Your face--" I stroked her jaw, enjoying the feel of her shadows. To me, the shape of her face seemed more feminine, what with the slant of her cheekbones and her full lips.
"For a Dōsjinni, there is no such thing as 'extra'," she said, pulling back. I shuddered at the loss of contact. My nipples were hard enough to drill through the stone wall surrounding us, and my pussy felt as if it was dripping. She smiled as if she knew how wet I already was. "I tried being fully male last year. Didn't like it too much. You may think of me as mostly female, if that's of any importance to you."
"I admire that kind of flexibility," I told her as she pulled me towards the fur-covered bed in the middle of the small room. She yanked off my cloak, the shirt made of a rough weave and my loose trousers, tossing them to one side. She laughed a little at my drawers; they were old-fashioned and a shade of pink that used to be red, but I liked them because my mother had made them for me. Well, she'd made them for someone, and I'd stolen them before leaving my childhood home. I like to think that my mam left them out on purpose.
Isthar knelt before me, undoing the lace of my drawers and letting the soft material drift down my legs. I stood naked before her in all my slender glory; I raised my hands and gave my tits a firm squeeze, looking down into her lust-blown eyes. I'm sure my smile was very smug, for she got to her feet and pushed me, hard. I tumbled back onto the soft furs with a disgruntled cry, legs sprawling open as I struggled to right myself.
"You--!" My complaint dissolved into a needy moan as her hot tongue ran a hot, wet stripe between the lips of my pussy. I grabbed onto the sides of her head, twitching my hips almost helplessly. Isthar actually laughed, and the sound seemed to vibrate right through my clit. She grasped my wrists and pinned them down at my sides, Her grasp felt as if it could snap my bones, but she didn't squeeze too hard,even as her tongue swirled and jabbed inside me.
It was better than I ever had, and I've had a lot. My body hummed under her touch. Every time she fluttered her tongue rapidly against my pussy-lips, or gently tapped my clit, I arched my back and begged, trying to get more of her tongue. I writhed and tried to free my wrists, but her hold was unrelenting.
I let out a stream of breathless, nonsensical pleas. "Isthar," I begged, only vaguely aware of what I was saying. "Please, sōheen. Come up here and fuck me."
Isthar reared up as if I had kicked her in the face. Considering that my legs had been draped over her shoulders, that situation wasn't an impossibility. Her lips were shiny, smeared with my juices and her spit.
"What did you call me?" she asked, staring down at me with an odd expression. I blinked, my mind still in a haze.
"I...what?"
Her lips pressed together briefly, and she shook her head. She sat back on her heels between my spread legs. I sat up as she pulled off her shirt, and I didn't wait for an invitation: I reached out and cupped her tits almost reverently. The grey skin of my hands contrasted nicely against the smooth brown of her skin, and I leaned forward to suckle on one nipple. Isthar hissed as I bit it lightly and then licked around the hard, thick teat. I pulled back, gazing up at her as I switched to the other tit, flicking my tongue against the crinkled flesh.
"Good girl." she murmured, undoing my braid and running her fingers through my long hair. I closed my eyes and sucked a little harder, reaching into her trousers to fondle her cock. It was hot in my hand, and hard, but the skin was delightfully soft. I stroked it a few times, using my thumb to smear around the pre-cum oozing from her slit. I enjoyed the huge length of it, and fondled the heavy balls. I'd never had another dick so big in me, and I shook with eagerness.
Isthar pulled my hand away with a grimace, as if in pain. "Lie back, Zorn," she said and shoved down her trousers, taking them off. I nearly said who's Zorn, and just barely managed to keep my mouth shut on that one. For a free surprisingly agonizing beats, I debated telling her my real name. I'm called Lujankir Ruzhyll Delance, I would say. Lujankir from my mother. It means Small One. Ogres don't usually share the names their mothers gave them, unless it's a special situation, like a spell to quell a demon or to build wards... or to share with a special person.
Her gaze remained fixed on me as I did as she asked, but I couldn't help go up on my elbows to watch her grip her cock at the thick root of it. I inhaled deeply; the deep, sharp smell of her, no doubt helped by the thick thatch of dark hair at her crotch, was intoxicating. She gave her thick dick a few slow pumps, and I felt my cunt spasm in anticipation with each stroke of her hand. She crawled over me and I spread my legs even wider, wanton and panting as she rubbed the flared head right between my wide cunt-lips. I wrapped my legs around her hips and tried to pull her in, but she braced one hand at the side of my head and resisted, laughing.
"So impatient, Zorn," she murmured, pushing into me at an agonizingly slow rate. My breathing quickened, for her cock was so thick that it stretched me almost to the point of pain. It was a snug fit, almost too tight. As she pulled back it felt as if my insides tugged in her wake. That prick of hers emerged from between my cunt-lips, darkly shining with our mingled essence. Isthar shoved back up into me, faster than before and with a low grunt as my inner walls clenched around her throbbing pole.
I clamped one hand over my mouth, stifling my high-pitched whimpers as she thrust into me over and over again; both of her hands gripped the furs on either side of my head as she pounded my pussy. Sweat beaded along the places our skin touched, spreading damply. Her nutsack slapped against my skin, and the feel of it drove me wild.
"Move your hand," Isthar gritted out and I shook my head. I didn't like being loud, even during a nice fuck. Abruptly, she pulled out of me and before I could cry out in protest, I found myself flipped over: ass in the air, cheek planted into the bedcovers. Isthar worked quickly: she seized my wrists and held my arms behind my back with one hand, buried her cock back into my hungry snatch and gripped the back of my neck with the other hand. She held me in place as she went back to plundering my tender insides.
I heard someone shouting hoarsely, cursing and begging at once. Apparently, that someone was me: "Isthar, fuck! Nnnngg, harder. Harder!" I sobbed as I tried to wriggle out of her relentless hold, but she didn't release me. I think that if I clearly asked her to let me go, she would have; but it felt so good to be pinned down, her prick battering my snatch as I tried to free myself.
"Isthar, yes! Oh--oh--I'm cumming--" I didn't have any more space for coherence. My toes curled up as pure sensation radiated from my core and spread to all parts of me. I moaned her name as I thrashed within her grasp. She held still for a few moments as I shook apart, impaled on her rampant pole. The furs rubbed against my erect nipples and that sensation added to the pleasure-filled moment. Isthar released my wrists and grabbed my hips. Weakly, I moaned and barely managed to grip the bed-covers as her rhythm dissolved into wild bucking. With a final, harsh thrust, she went rigid.
Isthar's load flooded me with shocking warmth. I twitched feebly, startled at the quantity of it: It didn't seem to stop, and I heard her grunt with every pulsation of her cock. Some of her release seeped out of me, even though her prick still plugged my hole.
She sighed as her spent cock slipped out of my cunt and a gush of cum spewed out after her, splattering on my thighs. Exhausted, I slumped over to lie on my side, kicking out irritably as she stroked at my over-sensitive labia, smearing around the sloppy mess even more.
"I'll stay here for the rest of the night," I told her, grabbing one of the many fluffy skins covering the bed and wiping at the spend between my legs in the most perfunctory way. Throwing the fur in an arbitrary direction, I reached up to sling my arm around her neck and pull her close. Isthar shifted us around until we lay with our arms around each other, my leg thrown over her hip.
I found myself stroking the curve of her ribs, and placing quick kisses on her collarbone and shoulders, drowsy and well-fucked.
"Sleep, sōheen," she muttered, and how easy it was to follow her voice into slumber.
Continued in Part 4
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