Chapter 91 Tears.

Chapter 91: 91 Tears.

"Move, bitch," she said to Elsa.

"Excuse me? The First Maiden does not simply—"

"Move or I’ll move you, Disney’s Tangled." Clementine climbed onto the bed, kicked the basketball shorts off with one hooved foot, and straddled my chest before anyone could mount a protest. She looked down at me hungrily, smirking like a demon. Her black hair curtained around her face, and her dark eyes burned hot.

"Alright fuckface," she said. "Time to live up to your name."

I folded my hands behind her ass. "Clementine, please, first let me offer thanks for this meal in the name of our Lord and Sa—"

She shifted forward and sat on my face.

Listen. Listen. I have been in some situations since the System activated.

I’ve fought a six-legged ground dragon that breathed superheated ash. I’ve been tackled by a five-foot elf princess in a platemail bikini.

I once watched Ayra catch my enchanted sword mid-flight with her teeth and try to bury it.

But nothing, and I mean nothing in this or any other dimension, prepared me for Clementine Kim, my Greater Steed, to make me the greatest steed of all.

She grabbed the headboard with both hands, leaned forward, and started grinding against my mouth, and the sounds that came out of her were sounds I did not know a human being was capable of producing. Or a horse-human hybrid. Whatever. The taxonomy was not my primary concern at that exact moment.

"Nyah! Oh, fuck yes. Guh-haaa! Ohhh! Fffffuuuck, right there, you fucking dick. Yes! YES! That’s what that perfect mouth is for. God, your tongue is so fucking good in my fucking pussy, like, what the FUUUUuuuck. Oh shit! OHSHIT-OHSHIT-OHSHIT! Yes! Mmmm, that’s it! Right there, you fucking fuck."

The room was otherwise completely silent. Even Ayra’s tail seemed to have stopped mid-wag at some point, which I had never seen before.

Granted, I couldn’t see it then either, since my face was completely smothered by the best evidence ever produced in support of a truly loving God.

"Well, you could be a little gentler with—" Elsa started, her voice pitched about two octaves higher than normal.

"Shut up, Skanky Galadriel, I’m busy! Oh my god, Grey, baby, do that again! Do that exact thing again right now or I swear to god I’ll never get off until you go cold. Fuck! FUCK! Why are you so good at this?! This is bullshit, nobody should be this good at eating pussy, it’s ridiculous, your lips are ridiculous, your jawline is ridiculous, everything about your stupid handsome face makes me want to scream and I’m furious about it—"

Ah yes. This felt familiar. I remembered how chatty and noisy she was from my first time with her. Back then, it kind of freaked me out, but now? I was stronger now. I could handle it.

"Is she... does she always talk like this during sexy times?" Ayra whispered to nobody in particular, her tail slowly starting to wag again as her brain caught up with events. "This will take some adaptation."

"Harder, Grey! God, you’re like a fucking machine, I hate how much I needed this. I hate that you’re the best I’ve ever had and could ever have and we both fucking know it. Oh FUCK, right there, don’t you dare slow down now, don’t you fucking dare stop, your tongue is a national treasure and I will burn this house down if you take it away from me right now, do you hear me?! I’m gonna drown you at this rate, motherfucker!"

Her words were nearly prophetic. Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice. I couldn’t breathe. I genuinely, physically could not draw air. And I want to be very clear about something: Good. If this was how I died, then let them chisel it into my headstone. HERE LIES GREY COLEMAN. CHAMPION OF EARTHREALM. LEVEL 19 CAVALIER. CAUSE OF DEATH: HORSE-GIRL THIGHS. HE DIED AS HE LIVED. It would be the most noble death imaginable, and I’d meet whatever god was waiting for me with my head held high and my face held... wet.

"Oh god oh god oh god OH GOD OH—"

She came with a scream that rattled the windows. Her whole body locked rigid, her back arched, and that black horse tail snapped straight out behind her. A flood hit my face, and my airway was completely gone. Stars were exploding behind my eyes while my lungs failed me like they were vacuum-sealed bags.

It was worth every oxygen-deprived second.

She collapsed sideways off my face, gasping, horse ears twitching in rapid little flutters. I sucked in air so hard it whistled through my teeth. My entire face was soaked. I could feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs.

The room was very, very still for about three seconds. I’d say it was quiet, but the panting was anything but.

Ayra raised one hand slowly, like a student who wasn’t sure if class was still in session. "I would also like to sit on Master’s face. If it pleases him. And if it doesn’t please him, I accept whatever punishment—"

"Get in line, Fido," Clementine panted from beside me, eyes closed, one arm thrown over her face. "Once he’s fully conscious I’m getting in there for round two, and this time I’m putting my full weight down."

Elsa looked at me. She looked at Clementine. She looked back at me. Her lower lip was trembling, but her cheeks were flushed pink and her tattoo was glowing so bright you could have read a book by it. "That was... I am..." She put both hands on her cheeks. "Grey, you had better not say she rode your face better than me."

Juniper’s forked tongue flickered once. Twice. "Fascinating," she said, and her voice was about half an octave lower than usual. "I wish I had the anatomy to attempt that."

As my vision fully returned and my breathing leveled off, tears streamed down my face, and I smiled. I was glad Clementine joined the Hero’s Party. No regrets whatsoever. Maybe this is fate? Maybe it was always meant to turn out like this?

Wait a second. These aren’t tears.