Starry Resonance

Nora turned her head and looked at him weirdly, "Take care of them how?"

Yvain lifted his hands, closing and opening them as if squishing something soft."I'll massage them of course." He had no actual knowledge of how to massage someone, but it was the only thing he could think of. That, and he wanted to touch her bottom again.

He could see that Nora was entirely aware of his more lecherous reasons with her eye roll, but nonetheless she turned and laid herself down on the floor. Yvain watched enraptured as her c.h.e.s.t spilled out of her sides.

"Jeez, I can feel you staring at my b.r.e.a.s.ts," Nora quietly looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "Haven't you c.u.mmed enough?" Looking down she saw that he was already hard again.

Caught, Yvain bashfully smiled and shifted his focus to Nora's bottom.

Moving her gaze to the front again, she spoke, "How about this? If you treat my poor behind kindly then I'll let you play with my b.r.e.a.s.ts to your heart's content."

Yvain could tell that while she set a condition, it was really just her own way of setting up their game of seduction. If he wanted, he could play with her b.r.e.a.s.ts right now and she'd happily let him. Just as she could play with his own parts and he'd happily let her. This didn't mean that he would take said liberties at the moment. He was beginning to learn that he liked this sort of thing. That, and he had planned on pampering her anyways.

"It's a deal," he said and got up to grab the soap and turn off the shower.

Sitting down next to Nora's prone body, Yvain put the soap aside for the time being and began exploring the mountains of flesh in front of him in detail for the first time. Thinking about the women he had seen in the past, he could confidently say that Nora was on the meatier spectrum. With her n.a.k.e.d legs sprawled out, her buttcheeks nicely tucked themselves into high buns that seemed softer than pillows. And thanks to t.h.i.g.hs thick and muscular enough that allowed her a wide range of gravity-defying movements, the lower body in front of him transformed into hedonistic temptation.

That same impossible to resist cuisine was beet red thanks to him. They stood out from the rest of her pale skin like giant angry apples. Yvain lightly set a hand on each one and gently sank his fingers in.

"Hnng!" Nora's body tensed up a bit before relaxing again.

"Does it hurt that much?" Yvain asked.

Nora nodded. "It's because of my current state. If my power was at its peak I could have taken the beating you gave me."

Yvain ran his hands across the surface softly. "Don't say it like that, it sounds as if I mistreated you." He leaned in and started running his tongue over Nora's bottom, kissing her meaty cheeks from time to time.

Nora gave a mirthless chuckled, "I guess I should use a better word for it." Yvain waited for her to continue but she remained silent. He kept c.a.r.e.s.sing her behind wondering if he really did do something wrong to her. A small voice in him wanted to apologize, but it felt like it would be wrong to do so. To drown it out, he ramped up his pampering of Nora's behind, trying to convey through his touch how much she meant to him. Before long she was giving appreciative m.o.a.ns, which assuaded some of his troubles.

Getting his fill, Yvain decided to finally start washing her lower body.

With everything still wet from the shower, it didn't take long for the soap to take hold and he tried not to giggle like a child as his hands easily slid all over Nora. Once her globes were lathered up, he slid his hands between her legs.

"Alright," he said and kept cleaning the surroundings, making an effort to dodge the part he remembered made her c.u.m instantly.

Once finished, Yvain moved to Nora's legs. He didn't hold back and used all his strength to wash them, wanting to feel their power. As his fingers dug into the muscles, no matter how much strength he used, Nora's m.o.a.ns turned more sultry than painful. He was suddenly reminded of his master.

While Freya was a woman too and they were almost equals, Yvain had never seen her as anything other than his master and friend. Releasing all his strength against her in a fight felt good, but what he was doing with Nora now had a more animalistic and fulfilling side to it. In a way it was ther.a.p.eutic.

And her legs truly stirred up his loins to no end. At the same time, they made him wonder just how strong she was. Remembering the destruction in the dungeon, it was a fact that she vastly outclassed him. But he hadn't been there to see by how much. Would fighting her feel the same as when he fought that dragon? He wanted to know.

It was a fact that he wanted to surpass her. He had always been competitive, Freya could attest to that. And now the target of his new obsession was stronger than him. All of Nora called to him to conquer in more ways than one. Though as Yvain was washing her legs, he had to admit that she had already won one of the battles. It should feel frustrating considering his nature, but seeing how she was lying down defenseless for him, it was more likely than not that he had won that battle too.

Content with his work, Yvain now moved to Nora's feet. He sat in front of them and grabbed both in his hands, Nora's toes moving back and forth as if to greet him. Curious, he started playing around with the digits to feel how they moved. It was when he ran his fingers across the sole that he got a more acute reaction.

Nora tried to pull her feet away laughing."S-stop!"

Yvain held on, a sinister grin forming as he realized that the soles of her feet were ticklish, and started mercilessly tickling her. Nora trashed around trying to get herself free to no avail. Her giggling so infectuous that soon he was laughing too.

"I'm really going to pee myself if you don't stop!" Nora said, trying to sound serious but failing thanks to his attacks.

Giving a few tentative licks and bites to Nora's soles, her laughter immediately turned into a weird combination of laughing m.o.a.ns. Her feet became tense, and Yvain latched on completely, wanting to hear more of it.

Soon the laughing had stopped, and instead of running away Nora was pushing her feet more into his mouth. "It can't be, it can't be," Nora m.o.a.n.e.d and moved her head from side to side, trying to deny something Yvain couldn't figure out. He just focused in his task with gusto.

Nora's voice reached a higher pitch and, as her m.o.a.ns oscielated, her body shook.

Yvain was surprised when he saw her squirt. It wasn't as strong as before, but it was clear that she just had an o.r.g.a.s.m. He decided to let her rest and moved to her toes, playing with them in his mouth. When Nora came down from her improptu ejaculation she began to move her toes around his mouth by herself.

"I can't believe you made me come from my feet," she said with wonder. Nora released her feet from his mouth and slowly moved them down his c.h.e.s.t until they were holding his d.i.c.k. Wet with spit they slid over his length easily as she began to jerk him. She looked at him with hunger.

With a shaky breath, Yvain spoke, "We only have time for one more." He still needed to wash himself and find clothes for Nora.

Nora looked pensive for a moment and said, "I did promise I'd let you play with my b.r.e.a.s.ts."

"Then let me finish washing your feet," Yvain said.

He quickly grabbed the soap and lathered up Nora's feet, careful not to tickle her again. When he stood to turn the shower on he could feel Nora's gaze following him, squilshing sounds reaching his ear. Water running, he looked back to see that she had her legs pulled back in an 'M' shape. Her fingers were furiously pumping in and out of her p.u.s.s.y as she ate him up with her gaze.

"Does that mean you'll stay?" Yvain said with no hidden amount of hope.

Nora's fingers slowed down and as she looked away and spoke, "If your friends will have me I don't see why not."

Yvain couldn't stop the smile that stretched from ear to ear. Riding on his current high he turned off the shower once the soap had been rinsed off and sat down on Nora's stomach. He set his length between her collosal b.r.e.a.s.ts and pinned her arms with his legs. "Keep masturbating, I'll handle your b.r.e.a.s.ts."

Nora raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you were a v.i.r.g.i.n before this?"

Yvain blushed a bit at what she was implying but nodded, still smiling. "It all just...comes by instinct."

"So you're a pervert then," Nora said, tittering.

"Who wouldn't be when presented with such a perverted body?" Yvain said and pinched both her n.i.p.p.l.es. Nora bit her lip and her c.h.e.s.t rose up. He could hear the squilshing sounds start up once more as she looked at him with doe eyes.

Yvain reached out for the soap and started covering all of her b.r.e.a.s.ts in it. Once he was happy with their slipperiness, he crushed them together and started moving his h.i.p.s. Nora's b.r.e.a.s.t's were the most pliable thing he had ever touched. They kept a nice roud shape when left to gravity, but once his hands got ahold of them they easily gave way to his touch. It didn't feel as good as her mouth or p.u.s.s.y, but the way he held her down in place and the way she allowed him to use her b.r.e.a.s.ts as he pleased made him extremely hard.

"Press them harder!" Nora m.o.a.n.e.d, speeding up her hands and using her head as a base to raise her c.h.e.s.t higher. Yvain didn't need to be told twice and increased the preassure of his hands. The fleshy spheres were now divided in fat upper and lower section as he pistoned in between them.

When she settled down she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out while panting. Yvain knew immediately what she wanted, and with a particularily fierce thrust to her b.r.e.a.s.ts he sent his d.i.c.k into her waiting orifice. Its length was enough that he enjoy her b.r.e.a.s.ts without having to pull out of her mouth, but eventually it wasn't enough.

Yvain discarded Nora's b.r.e.a.s.ts and forced his hard d.i.c.k all the way into her throat. The sudden intrusion made her gag for a bit but soon she was looking up at him with complete devotion. With only her nose and eyes visible to him, Yvain felt Nora's mouth and throat constrict around him as she licked and swallowed.

"You call me a pervert, but look at how happy you are," Yvain said with a strained voice and pressed her head agains his crotch harder, "with my d.i.c.k all the way down your throat." Nora m.o.a.n.e.d, sending vibrations through to him, and her eyes rolled back a bit before settling on his own again. He started to earneastly f.u.c.k her mouth as they both looked at each other.

Nora's hands ran up his muscular back and legs before settling on his bottom, and as Yvain did his best to not c.u.m and f.u.c.k her face for as long as possible he experienced another first. A sharp sound rang out in the bathroom when Nora slapped his own buttcheek with all her strength.

Yvain grunted in slight pain and pulled his h.i.p.s forward into her welcoming mouth. He tried to process what just happened as Nora's hands got their fill of his behind and carressed his now stinging cheek. When he looked down her eyes were smiling in glee while she s.u.c.k.e.d especially hard.

A type of growl he had never heard come out of him vibrated out of him. Nora's eyes opened wide before Yvain gripped a handful of her hair and, instead of moving his h.i.p.s, forced her head down with his own hands. Releasing everything he had pent up, he closed her nose so that she would swallow all of his cream.

When the first spurt when down Nora's throat her eyes rolled back and she o.r.g.a.s.med. Yvain could hear liquid hitting the wall behind him. "Drink all of it," he ground out. Nora m.o.a.n.e.d and started swallowing eagerly, but soon she needed to breathe and tried to pull him off or at least make him release her nose. He held on though, her hands scratching at him in desperation and sinful p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. It was only when she puked out his seed around his c.o.c.k that he came out of his hazy state and released her.

"F.u.c.k, f.u.c.k," Yvain helped Nora sit up as she coughed and wheezed, spunk shooting out of her mouth. He couldn't do anything other than watch worriedly as she finished pushing out his c.u.m.

When she calmed down a substantial part of her body was covered in his white liquid.

Nora looked at him and then at herself. Before Yvain could react she jumped on him and linked mouths. He felt his own c.u.m be pushed down his throat as Nora's tongue swirled the rest and her body rubbed against him.

When they separated a mischivious grin was on her lips. "Now we're even."

"I guess I deserved that," Yvain laughed, relived that she wasn't angry.

"You're not bothered?" Nora asked in unexpected confusion.

"About what?"

"Well..." Nora seemed taken aback by his answer, "I made you swallow your own c.u.m. I thought you'd be angry."

Yvain thought about her words. Should he be angry? He didn't have any perspective other than his own to decide that and all of this was new to him. He guessed that some people wouldn't find it pleasing, but it was the spunk he forced down Nora's throat. Even if he was worried for her well-being, making her choke on it felt like a medal of honor, in a way.

He wouldn't seek out the act Nora just did, but if he was caught by surprise the way he just had he'd mark it up as his lover being naughty, nothing more nothing less.

Looking up he found Nora worridely waiting for his answer. "It's just you're own way of expressing yourself, and it doesn't break any boundaries," he said with a shrug.

Yvain anxiously moved to her side and hugged her. "What are you crying for silly? I said I wasn't angry." But Nora shook her head, trying to calm herself down. Not wanting to make her more upset Yvain just embraced her in quiet agony as Nora's shoulders kept trembling and she cried. He didn't like seeing her like this at all. It felt like whatever was causing her pain was doing the same to him. Only that he didn't know who the perpatrator was and could only wait in dispotency as she suffered.

"It's not that," she finally managed to say. Nora looked at him and with a tearful voice spoke, "We need to talk."