Chapter 128: Outside [+18]

The fire had burned down to a low glow of orange coals. Most of the light now came from those coals and the thin violet seam still hanging in the sky above the plain.

The air was cold enough that I could see the faint mist of our breath. Qing Yan sat in my lap, bare from the waist up, the outer and inner robes pooled in soft folds around her hips and thighs. Her skin was warm against the cool night. My cock rested against her stomach, hard, the head already slick and sensitive where it touched her.

She looked down at it, then up at my face. Her lips were swollen and shiny. A faint smear of spit and cum still clung to the corner of her mouth and the edge of her chin.

I gripped her waist with both hands. Her skin was smooth and a little damp with sweat under my palms. I lifted her properly, settling her so she straddled me. The movement dragged the soft, soaked heat between her legs along the length of me. She made a small, startled sound — "uhmm" — and her hands came up to my shoulders for balance. Her thighs trembled where they pressed against my hips. I could feel the fine tremor running through her.

"Barry—"

I kissed her before she could finish. Open-mouthed. Our tongues met with a wet *slurp*, slow at first, then messier. She moaned into it, a low "mmm~... hngg~, the sound vibrating against my lips and down into my chest.

One hand stayed on her waist. The other slid up her back — warm skin, the faint ridge of her spine — then around to cup her breast. She was soft and full in my palm, the weight of her filling my hand. Her nipple was already stiff, a small hard point against my skin. I brushed my thumb over it and she shivered, a soft gasp catching in her throat.

I bent my head and took the peak into my mouth. The taste of her skin was clean. I sucked hard enough that she gasped — "ahh!~hmm~ Barry~"— and arched into it, pushing more of her breast against my tongue. I licked. Slow circles around the nipple, my tongue dragging over it, then the tip flicking until it was tight and shiny with spit.

The wet sound was soft in the quiet. I switched to the other breast and did the same, sucking, licking, biting lightly at the soft underside until she was trembling in my lap. Every time my mouth left one nipple the cool air hit the wet skin and she made a soft, needy sound, trying to pull me back with her hands in my hair.

"Barry... your mouth..." she whispered, voice shaky. "It feels—ah—so warm. Hot. Everywhere you touch. I can feel it all the way down."

I kissed up the curve of her breast, along the sensitive skin under it, then higher, to her collarbone. I sucked there, tasting her skin, then moved to the side of her neck. I found the spot just below her ear and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered, "uhmm~... Barry~...", fingers tightening in my hair, hips shifting restlessly against me.

The wet heat of her dragged along my cock again. I could feel how soaked she still was, slick and hot even through the thin fabric still bunched between us.

"We can’t—" she managed, breath hitching. Her voice was small. "Not here. Anyone could come back. The scouts. Or—ah~—someone from the village. They’ll see us. The fire’s still—hng~"

I lifted my head. My cock throbbed against her, the head sliding through her folds when I rocked my hips once, slow. She felt it. Her eyes went wide. I could smell her — warm skin, the faint sweet scent of her arousal, the smoke from the fire.

"What about this little one?" I said, voice rough. "I can’t go down. Not like this. Not after tasting you. Not after watching you come on my tongue. Not when you’re sitting here like this, bare, wet, looking at me like that. I can feel how hot you are. How wet."

She looked at me, Her chest rose and fell fast. Her nipples were still tight and shiny from my mouth. "I mean... we should go somewhere else," she said, voice thin and breathless. "The house. Our room. It’s not far. We can walk. We can—hmm~Barry, if someone sees—"

I didn’t let her finish. The sight of her — bare breasts marked by my mouth, flushed skin, the way she was still open on my lap, the wetness I could feel against me, the way her breath caught every time I moved — broke what little patience I had left. I gripped her waist tighter, lifted her just enough, and lined myself up. She felt the head press against her entrance, hot and blunt. Her breath caught. A soft "ah—no wait –barry" left her.

"Barry, wait—"

I lowered her slowly. The head of my cock pushed inside. She was still soaked from earlier, tight and hot, the heat of her wrapping around me. She cried out — "ahh~hngg—! Barry—" as I sank into her inch by inch. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her thighs shook. The stretch was obvious in the way she tensed, then slowly relaxed. I stopped halfway, forehead against hers, giving her a second. I could feel her pulse around me.

"Okay?" I asked. My voice was strained. "You’re so tight inside"

She nodded, shaky. A soft "uhmm" left her. "It’s... big. You’re stretching me. Slow. Please. Just... slow at first."

I kept going. Slow. Deep. Until I was fully inside her and she was sitting flush against me, trembling, a soft, broken "uhmm... hngg" spilling out of her every time she shifted even a little. For a long moment neither of us moved. Just the feeling of her wrapped around me, wet and tight, clenching in small pulses, the night air cold on the places we weren’t touching, the distant crackle of the dying fire, the faint violet light from the crack in the sky painting her skin.

Then I started to move. I lifted her and brought her back down, slow at first. The wet sound of it was loud in the quiet — a slick *schlick* every time I filled her completely. She moaned with every thrust, "ahh~... uhmm~... Barry~hngg~—", head falling back, throat exposed, the mark I’d left on her neck dark against her skin. I kissed her neck, sucked at the mark, then moved back to her breasts.

I licked and sucked while I fucked her, tongue dragging over her nipples, mouth closing around them one after the other, the wet sounds mixing with the slick noise of my cock moving inside her. She clung to me, arms around my neck, hips starting to meet mine in small, unsteady motions. The soft slap of skin grew faster. I could feel the heat building between us, sweat starting to slick our skin where we pressed together.

"Too much—" she gasped at one point, voice cracking. Her eyes were wet. "Barry—ah—slow down—I can’t—it’s too deep—ah—I can feel you so far inside—"

I slowed. Just for a few strokes. Deep but gentle. She made a frustrated little sound, almost angry, and rocked against me anyway, chasing the feeling. "Don’t stop," she whispered, face pressed to my neck. Her breath was hot against my skin. "I didn’t mean—don’t stop. Please. It feels good. It feels—ah—too good. I can feel it everywhere. Keep going."

I didn’t stop. I gripped her ass with both hands — and pulled her down harder, deeper. She cried out, a sharp "ahhhhh~!", then moaned, long and shaky, as I kept the pace. Wet sounds filled the air. Her soft "hngg~... mmm... uhmm~" every time I bottomed out.

My mouth on her breasts, her neck, her lips. She kissed me back messily, tongue sliding against mine with wet *Slurp* sounds, tasting herself and me both. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, soft and warm against my chest. I could feel her getting tighter, hotter, wetter.

It built fast. She was clenching around me, walls pulsing every time I hit deep. Her moans turned higher, more broken, almost desperate. "Barry—I’m—ah—again—I can feel it—don’t stop—mote harde–hngg~"

She came with a shaky cry, "ahh—! Barry—uhmm—hngg!", her whole body trembling, cunt pulsing hard around my cock, more wetness flooding between us, hot and slick. I kept moving through it, rougher now, chasing my own edge, the slick sounds louder, her soft aftershocks making her whimper with every thrust.

When I got close I lifted her off me suddenly. She made a startled, empty "ahhhh—" as I slipped out of her, the sudden absence making her gasp. I stroked myself twice, hard and fast, the wet sound of my hand loud, and came across her stomach and the underside of her breasts, thick and hot against her skin. She watched it happen, breathing hard, a soft "mmm" leaving her as the warmth hit her, some of it dripping down toward her navel.

We stayed like that for a moment, both shaking. She was still in my lap, cum cooling on her skin, lips parted, the night air starting to raise goosebumps on her arms and breasts. I kissed her once, softer this time. She kissed back, slow and tired.

"Let’s go to Room," I said. "Now. Before I lose what’s left of my sense."

She nodded. Didn’t argue. Her voice was small and hoarse. "Yes, please The room. Take me there."

I stood, lifting her with me, one arm under her thighs, the other around her back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face against my shoulder, still trembling, her bare skin warm against mine where the robes hadn’t covered her yet. As I started walking toward the path that led back to the house, she reached down with one shaky hand and tugged her robes up enough to cover herself again, adjusting the fabric over her breasts and between her legs with clumsy, unsteady fingers. The night air was cold on the places she’d been bare. The wetness between her thighs made the cloth cling.

She didn’t let go. Her breath was warm and uneven against my neck the whole way.