Starry Resonance

"Alright tell me how hot you want it." Nora and Yvain were now standing under the shower. Nora's long scarlet hair was already sticking to her body as was Yvain's. The usually unruly black hair now completely limp. The old medicine that had been sticking to Nora's t.h.i.g.h had already been swept away.

"As h-hot as p-possible," she said, shaking in his arms. When they first entered and the water reached Nora she had flinched back. Apparently what he found to be sufficiently warm was absolutely freezing to her. And with no space available to escape the freezing waterworks, she was forced to take cover with his body heat.

"The hottest possible will see my skin melting off my body," Yvain said as he started turning the lever.

The water slowly became warmer. While gently rubbing her back Yvain used Nora's trembling as a gauge for when to stop. But she didn't, and as the lever kept turning the water reached a level of heat that was starting to become uncomfortable for him. Yvain paid no mind to it though and kept turning with no hesitation.

It was only when steam covered the bathroom that Nora calmed down.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she worriedly ran her hands across his shoulders. He could see that his body was already bright red, but it wasn't enough to bring actual harm yet. Though he probably couldn't stay inside indefinitely with the water running.

When Yvain looked at Nora she was absolutely fine. Her unblemished skin was as pale as before. She actually looked a bit more spirited now.

"I can manage, though I'm surprised at your resistance." Yvain shut the shower off, reached to the side and grabbed a bar of soap that contained a pleasant fragrance. He started to leather up his hands as Nora followed his movements with her eyes.

"I've always been good with heat," she said, "Is that soap?"

Yvain nodded, and Nora grabbed his wrists, leaning in to smell his hands. "How can it smell so good?"

"It hasn't been out too long on the market," Yvain said, "We actually have quite the stockpile of them, as we've been told that outside of Empryon commodities like these can't be found."

"They'd be right. In my time outside I've never even come across this smell, let alone on a bar of soap." Nora kept inhaling the fragrance, becoming entranced by it.

Yvain took that opportunity to start cleaning her face. "Close your eyes," he said. Nora did as told, letting go of his wrists. He set the soap aside and got to work. Wherever his hand crossed, the foam would start building up in large quantities, showing how dirty they were.

Both of them actually smelled pretty rank if one got close. Yet Yvain hadn't found Nora's smell unpleasant at all. Neither had she from the looks of it, even when she was choking herself on his length. He wondered if it had to do with what she mentioned about the dungeon, but the image of Nora servicing him took precedence.

He quickly became hard again, and as if reading his mind, Nora grabbed on. Her hands unreservedly felt his d.i.c.k up and down. Stroking it, couping its balls, running her fingers across different sides. "I thought I said we'd wash first." Yvain was honestly surprised at the amount of control he managed to speak with.

"I'm just entertaining myself while I wait," Nora said with a hungry grin, "It's dull to just stand still in the dark."

Nora's face finally clean, Yvain removed his hands, an audible pop ringing out as his thumb left her mouth. He then shut the lever off and pulled her hands away. When Nora opened her eyes she looked a bit disappointed, but it barely registered for him. He was already way past his limit.

Yvain tackled Nora onto the wall, lifting her leg up. In his rush to kiss her, he almost headbutted her as they locked lips. The back of her head did hit the wall, but she showed no indication of pain. She was too focused on swallowing his mouth whole as Yvain ventured to do the same.

Their h.i.p.s had started violently slamming against each other even before the kiss. They both knew it would feel miles better if they just had actual s.e.x, but their need was all-consuming. They couldn't stop their bodies, regardless of their logical thoughts.

Nora had mentioned how much he had c.u.mmed before, but she was no slouch herself. While still not ejaculating, her p.u.s.s.y was letting out juices with enough force that his d.i.c.k felt as if it was being lightly peed on. And with her slit rubbing against his whole length desperately, it didn't take long for him to feel something trickling down his legs. The warm liquid urged him to coax more out of her, pressing her c.h.e.s.t harder to the wall with his own and upping the swing of his h.i.p.s.

The hand that wasn't holding up her leg was shamelessly grabbing her bottom as hard as it could. With the limits of their physical endurance somewhat established, he did nothing to hold back. And he could feel that Nora was doing the same thanks to the force that came from her h.i.p.s every time they slammed against his. She was letting him carry most of her weight to focus simply on that task, and every swing had enough strength to completely crush the pelvis of a normal man. Her arms were also wrapped around him with such pressure that anyone else would see themselves pressed to death.

Without stopping their h.i.p.s, they separated their mouths. Nora spoke, her voice practically enough to send Yvain over the edge with how starved and sensual it sounded, "If you don't f.u.c.k me right now then I'll f.u.c.k you myself."

A part of him wanted to take her up on that challenge, but he needed this as much as she did."I want to take you from behind, but I'll need you to guide me," he gave a simple and honest answer.

Nora kissed him again and gave a few more sharp thrusts before Yvain released her leg. She turned around, grabbed the d.i.c.k standing proudly behind her and gave it a few pumps, slathering her juices around it. She then bent and spread her p.u.s.s.y with her fingers. "Right here," she said, panting with every word, "Slam it right here. Don't hold back. F.u.c.k me as if I was your most hated enemy."

Yvain knew he would come as soon as his length went it. He was too s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. Too wound up. Nora's long toned legs were rigid, and her a.s.s was ready to take his pounding. He could see the tension on her fit back, one arm holding on the wall while the other held her slit open. Her p.u.s.s.y was literally gushing with a string of clear liquid constantly falling. It was a visual c.o.c.ktail of bliss he had to swallow completely.

Nora went completely silent and her upper body went limp as if its strings were cut. Not expecting the change in weight, Yvain lost his grip on her h.i.p.s for a second and she fell face-first into the floor, her b.r.e.a.s.ts cushioning the fall with a wet slap. But instead of helping her up, he slammed in the part of his d.i.c.k that had slipped out, pushing her head into the wall with a thud.

Once Yvain was completely inside again he took her h.i.p.s up with him, her upper body still hanging down, and stood. As for her legs, they were shooting straight out, with him in the middle, while her p.u.s.s.y spat out a seemingly impossible amount of transparent liquid.

Yvain wasn't small by any means, yet Nora took all of him perfectly. Any more or less would break a careful balance set in place. At least that's how it felt to him now that he could feel the velvety softness of her insides. A warm and tight bath of goo was the best way to describe it. And as he feared, he was already c.u.m.m.i.n.g into her. While the blowjob he received had been mind-blowing, it hadn't scratched an itch that had been building up between them since they met. An itch that was being soothed now.

He wanted to pull back, to slam into her again and again, but he also wanted to empty all of his seed in her. He wanted to claim her for his own. To erase any marks other men might have left in the past, including her late husband.

And so he held on to her as she hung in the air inside an endless o.r.g.a.s.m. Getting a full view of her a.s.s and anus twitching, he ground his h.i.p.s trying to reach even deeper still if possible and slapped her a few times on each fleshy buttcheek for good measure.

With more and more s.p.e.r.m shooting out, soon the viscous white substance was pouring out of Nora's p.u.s.s.y and falling onto her face and the floor. At that point, her legs finally went limp along with the rest of her body. Her ejaculation had finally calmed down, with her being merely wet.

"Nora?" Yvain called out to her but didn't get a response. He slid his d.i.c.k out, more and more s.p.e.r.m coming out and falling all over her, and righted her posture as if delicately handling a stringless marionette. Easy to do, but the limps kept moving all over the place with gravity.

When he finally managed to hold her by the armpits he realized she had fallen unconscious with c.u.m flowing down her legs.

With no idea when she would come around and their meeting time coming near, Yvain turned on the shower and sat down in the middle with Nora resting against his c.h.e.s.t. Soap in hand, he started washing her body carefully; c.u.m flowing out into the drain in front of them.

Nora laid her head back and set her hands on the arms hugging her. "Words...words fail to reach me in order to describe what just happened," she said.

"Do you need to do so? All that matters is that you enjoyed it," Yvain said, "You did enjoy yourself, right?" She had been pretty clear in how she wanted to be f.u.c.k.e.d and he was more than happy to oblige, but maybe he had gone too far.

"Yes," Nora said meekly and started squirming in place. "You really didn't hold back on me with those slaps, my bottom is still stinging."

Hearing her say as much filled his c.h.e.s.t with enough warmth to make him fail to hold back from chuckling. Pride filling him. Nora pinched his leg when she heard him.

"Lay down, I'll take care of your sore cheeks," Yvain said.