Chapter 262: Another Fountain R-18

Ulrich’s back struck the door hard enough that the latch rattled. Meera’s mouth was pressed flat against his. Her fingers fisted in the soaked linen of his shirt, pulling him down even as she rose onto her toes, the wet silk of her gown plastered to every curve.

He caught her shoulders and pushed her back a fraction, just enough to look.

She blinked up at him, lashes clumped dark with water, blue hair clinging in ropes to her cheeks and the delicate line of her jaw. The gown had gone nearly transparent. The bodice cupped and lifted the heavy swell of her breasts; the cold had drawn her nipples slightly against the fabric.

Something in Ulrich’s carefully ordered mind simply gave way.

He leaned in and took her mouth.

Meera made a soft, startled sound against his lips that melted at once into a smile. She shoved him back against the door with both hands flat on his chest, kissing him harder, hungrier, teeth grazing, tongue sliding. The wet slap of her body against his sent a fresh cascade of cold water down his front. His cock, already half-hard from the sight of her laughing in the basin, stiffened fully against the sodden fabric of his trousers.

Meera felt it. She smiled wickedly into the kiss and let one hand drift down.

Her palm found the thick ridge of him through the cloth. She stroked once from root to tip, and Ulrich’s breath left him in a small exhale that was almost a growl. She did it again, slower, mapping the shape of him while her mouth didn’t leave his. When she spoke, the words were shaped against his lips.

“Already so hard for me, Ulrich? Impatient to bury this inside me?”

He did not answer with words. His hand tangled in the wet blue silk of her hair and tightened.

Meera dropped to her knees on the cold flagstones without another word.

She worked his belt open with quick fingers, shoved the soaked trousers and smallclothes down just far enough, and freed him. His cock sprang out, flushed into the cool air, the head already glistening. Meera’s eyes widened a fraction, and she wrapped her fingers around the thick base, stroking upward once, spreading the wetness.

“Gods,” she said, almost to herself. “You’re even bigger when you’re like this.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, blue eyes bright with mischief and something hungrier, and took him into her mouth.

Ulrich’s head fell back against the door with a muted thud. The first wet heat of her mouth was devastating, however clumsy it was.

She had done this only once before, and that once had been him as well. Her tongue flattened along the underside as she sank deeper, lips stretching around the girth, a soft, wet sound escaping when she pulled back almost to the tip and then took him again.

His fingers tightened in her hair.

Meera worked him with growing confidence. She sucked in pulls, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling under the head on every upstroke. Spit gathered and slid down his shaft; she used it, stroking what her mouth could not yet reach. When she felt him twitch harder against her tongue, she hummed pleased, and the vibration dragged a rough sound from Ulrich’s throat that he had never let another living soul hear.

She pulled off just long enough to speak, lips shiny, and her voice husky.

“There. That sound. No one else gets those, do they?”

Before he could answer, she took him deeper, until the head nudged the back of her throat and her eyes watered. She did not stop. She breathed through her nose, adjusted the angle of her neck, and began to bob in earnest, with the soft sounds of her mouth on him loud in the isolated corner of the estate for the next minutes. One hand braced on his thigh; the other cupped and rolled his balls with small pressure.

Ulrich’s control frayed. His hips wanted to thrust; he held them rigid by sheer will. Water still dripped from his crimson hair onto her forehead and the bridge of her nose. She looked wrecked and radiant on her knees for him, gown open at the throat, breasts rising and falling with every breath she stole between strokes. The blue light that had clung to her earlier seemed to linger faintly in the wet strands of her hair, catching every time she moved.

He felt the climax building too fast, and his hand fisted tighter in her hair.

“Meera—”

She only took him deeper, throat working, eyes locked on his face as if she meant to memorize every crack in his composure. When the first pulse hit, she did not pull away. She swallowed around him, greedy and determined, taking every thick spurt while her fingers milked the base, forcing him to empty himself as deep as she could manage.

Ulrich’s breath shattered. His free hand clenched against the door immediately. A broken sound tore out of him, and still she kept him there, throat fluttering, until the last tremor left his body.

Only then did she ease back, lips swollen and glistening, a thin strand of saliva mixed with his arousal connecting her mouth to the flushed head of his cock for a heartbeat before it broke.

She licked her lower lip slowly, along the white drop of release trickling down her chin.

She stayed on her knees a little longer, watching him soften, until her smile came back. She reached out and took him in her hand again, soft and wet and still a little sticky from her mouth. Her fingers closed around him and stroked once, lazily, gathering the last drop at the tip and rubbing it down the length.

Ulrich’s breath caught.

“Meera—”

“Shh.” She whispered, still holding him, and pressed herself against his chest. Her free hand slid under the soaked shirt, palm flat on bare skin. She kissed his throat, right over the pulse that jumped for her while continuing to move her hand.

He was still sensitive. Every stroke made his expression twitch slightly. But he thickened under her fingers anyway, swelling, hardening, filling her palm until he was hard and hot again. Meera made a soft, pleased sound against his neck and nipped him lightly.

“Already?” she whispered. “I only just swallowed you.”

She stroked better, twisting on the upstroke the way she knew he liked. Her mouth moved along his throat, kissing, sucking softly just under his ear. Water dripped from both of them. Every time she shifted, fresh rivulets ran down between her breasts and over the thin wet silk that clung to her nipples.

Ulrich’s hands found her waist. He turned her without force, just enough, until her back met the door. Meera went with him easily. She already knew what he wanted as she turned around facing the door. She reached down, gathered the heavy wet folds of her gown, and lifted them high, baring the pale curve of her ass and the slick heat between her thighs. She arched a little, offering herself, and looked back over her shoulder with a breathless little smile.

“Like this?”

He answered by pressing close. One hand covered hers where she held the silk up. The other guided himself between her legs. The thick head of his cock slid along her folds, coating itself, then pushed in.

“Ahhh…” The soft moan left her the second he started filling her. She pushed back to take him, inch by inch, until he was buried deep and the stretch felt perfect. Her forehead rested against the door. When he drew back and rolled forward again, she moved with him.

“Mmnh… Ulrich…” Another sweeter moan slipped out. She rocked her hips in small circles, squeezing around him. The wet silk brushed every time she lifted it higher, giving him more of the soft, rounded flesh of her ass.

He moved inside her with deep strokes. One hand stayed at her waist. The other slid under the raised gown and cupped her ass, thumb brushing where they joined.

“Ahh… ah… yes…” Her moans grew louder, rolling out of her with every thrust. She rose onto her toes when he went deep, sinking back with a trembling little “ohh” that caught in her throat.

“Yes… just like that,” she breathed, the words breaking on another long “mmnhhh…” that turned almost into a whimper. “You feel so good… so deep… ahh—”

Ulrich’s mouth found the side of her throat and kissed her there. He kept the pace, letting her small shifts of angle and pressure guide him. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the quiet corner of the estate, soft and intimate, broken only by the soft, helpless “ahh… mmn… ohh…” spilling from Meera’s lips as she moved with him, gown held high, body open and eager for every deep thrust.

“Ahh…ahn…Ulrich…” Meera’s moans rose with the new pace, louder, spilling out of her as her cheek pressed to the door. She lifted her gown higher still, giving him everything, and smiled even as her breath broke. “Harder…please….fuck me harder…”

He did so. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with short, strong thrusts that shoved her against the door.

Meera’s moans turned open and shameless right after. “Ahhh… mmnh… yes…yes…Ulrich—ahn! Just like that—yeah!”

He gave her what she asked for until the heat between them threatened to tip too soon. Then he slowed, dragging out every stroke, letting her feel the full thick length of him sliding almost free before sinking deep again.

Meera made a soft protesting sound. She twisted in his arms, gathered the front of his soaked shirt in both fists, and shoved. Ulrich went down onto the cool flagstones with her following, wet silk and bare skin and dripping blue hair. She straddled him in one smooth motion, knees bracketing his hips, and reached between them. Her fingers closed around his cock, still slick from her, and she guided the head to her entrance.

She sank down in one long drop.

“Ahnn—god!” The loud, broken moan tore out of her as he filled her completely. Her head tipped back, blue hair streaming, and for a second she just sat there, stretched and trembling, smiling down at him.

Ulrich’s hands found her hips, swiftly tilting his head slightly back.

Meera began to move. She rolled her hips in deep circles at first, then rose and sank, fucking herself on him with growing confidence. Her hands braced on his chest, fingers splayed over the wet linen. Every downward stroke drew another open moan from her throat.

“Aahnn, yes…this position’s good too,” she breathed, pleased, another soft “ahh—” breaking the words as she took him deeper. “Feels so deep… like this… mmnh…”

Ulrich answered her with a slow thrust from below. Meera’s hips rolled to meet him, and for the next long minutes they moved together like that, with her rising and sinking, him lifting to fill her every time she came down.

“Ahh… mmnh… ahh…”

Meera’s moans spilled out loud and sweet with every deep stroke while Ulrich’s breath turned to low grunts.

His hands left her hips and slid upward. The wild movement had already tugged her gown and bodice askew; the thin wet silk gaped open over the heavy swell of her breasts. When his palms closed over them, Meera smiled down at him, still riding, still taking him deep.

“You wanted them?” she asked, her voice teasing between soft moans. “You only had to ask…”

She moved her own hands from his chest to the neckline of her gown and pulled the fabric down, letting her breasts spill free. Pink nipples stood tight and erect from the cold and the heat of what they were doing. Meera guided his fingers, pressing them against her warm flesh.

“There….ahh, yes…” She bit her lip as she sank hard. “Grope them just like that… mmnh—”

Ulrich grunted and did as she asked, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy curves, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. Meera’s moans grew louder. She kept fucking herself down onto him, rolling her hips, taking every thick inch while his hands worked her breasts.

They continued their outdoor lovemaking for minutes until Ulrich’s thrusts from below suddenly quickened. One hand tightened; his fingers closed around a pink nipple and pulled.

“Ahnnn!” Meera’s cry broke sharply. Her expression strained, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. She bounced faster, immediately feeling something rising within her. “It’s coming…Ulrich—ahh! It’s coming!”

He felt it too, the tight coiling heat racing up his spine. Meera’s moans turned desperate, as she rode him harder.

“Inside,” she gasped, looking down at him with a strained, pleading smile. “Do it inside me, please, cum inside me…”

She bounced stronger, deeper, the words tumbling out between broken moans. “Give it to me…right inside…ahh…I want it…”

Ulrich’s hands clenched harder on her breasts. One more sharp thrust from below and they climaxed together.

Meera’s cry tore out of her loudly as the orgasm rolled through her in strong waves. She felt the first hot pulse of his cum strike deep, flooding her pussy, reaching for her womb exactly the way she had asked. “Yes! Yes…ahh…god…I feel it…inside…” Another thick spurt hit, and she moaned through it, still grinding down, milking every drop until the last tremor left them both.

She collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard, a soft satisfied smile curving her lips against his wet shirt. Ulrich lay beneath her, chest rising and falling, eyes fixed on the dark ceiling above the door. For a long moment he breathed, and wondered how things ended up like this.

Meera just breathed against his lips before smirking as she looked between her legs.

“Goodness, my second fountain of the night.”

Ulrich wisely chose not to answer that inspiring remark.

Ending the month with a wisdom chapter hehe~

Anyway, concerning the timeskip don’t worry; I haven’t forgotten about it. There are no more arcs; we are still in the aftermath, yes a long one, but a necessary one before a huge time skip.