Chapter 43: Departures, Day (2)

The first thing I saw when the memory stone activated was the sight of Iris's morning smile.

She was dazzling. Her eyes, partially covered by the sweeping front of her pale, golden hair, were as bright as the summer sky. As she smiled, lips pink with shining gloss met my anticipating eyes, while her milky white skin outshone the sun pouring through a window.

But it wasn't my window.

It was Magnus's.

For a moment, she adjusted the position of the memory stone, her face becoming further away as she placed it on a nightstand. In a few moments I knew I'd see the figure of the man she would indulge my desires with. But for now, I was able to only see Iris.

For a moment, she only peered into the memory stone.

And then she pointed towards her eyes.

I didn't know what she was doing. But as I focused, I saw something unusual around them. They were bright and clear. Maybe even unusually so. And then I realised why. There was something around them. A small, faint amount of glitter. It wasn't enough to be noticeable at a glance. But when looking closely, it served to enhance both the youth of her eyes. Make-up from her bedroom, that she rarely had a chance to use when outdoors.

I gave a wry smile.

It was the sort of thing I should have noticed straight away. And when she asked about it later, I'd need to pretend that I had.

Then, Iris stepped away.

I saw the sleeping figure of Magnus at once. He looked as disgusting asleep as he did awake. His bed sheets were half-fallen, revealing his muscled abdomen, broad shoulders and face dreaming of whatever royalty he wished he was fucking.

He got even better.

He had Iris.

My girlfriend stepped away from the memory stone until she was beside the bed. There was no room for her to show off her full figure, so she sat down on its edge. As she did, she lifted the edge of her short white gown, pulling it up to reveal as much of her milky thighs as possible. A hint of her lacy underwear was shown.

She brushed her hair back, then crossed one leg over the other. She dangled her favourite high heels for a moment, before leaning down to undo the ankle strap. There was nothing for her to fix, but she arranged her shoe nonetheless, revealing the depth of her cleavage as she did so.

A moment later she paused, looking up directly into the memory stone at me. And then she covered her cleavage with her hand, her knowing smile perfectly aware of where I'd be looking.

Then, she stopped teasing and climbed onto the bed.

As she kneeled over the legs of Magnus's sleeping figure, I was granted a perfect picture of her side profile. Her large, shapely breasts dipped as she climbed over the legs of the sleeping man, the thin straps of the white fabric doing little to hide anything.

Now kneeling over the bedsheets, she began to slowly pull it aside to reveal Magnus's lower body. It was obscene how large his girth was. But since he probably dreamed about all the whores in the kingdom whether awake or asleep, being like this was probably normal for him.

It was for Iris, who'd likely by now seen this part of him more times than she had me.

Even that thought alone was enough to fill me with equal envy and desire.

A moment later, Iris went about fulfilling it. She glanced to the side, purposefully looking towards me as she brushed a fingertip up Magnus's legs, before stopping shy of his waiting cock. But that was enough to make him stir.

"Hnn …"

He gave a small reaction as Iris dragged her fingertip up to the base of his waiting shaft. And then another as Iris leaned down, before her slender fingertip was instead replaced by her sweet lips.

With only the smallest contact, she leaned in and kissed the bottom of his cock.

"Hnnnh …"

Once again, the man stirred. But it was nothing compared to my reaction.

Iris had gently kissed the bottom of his cock.

It was the smallest thing, especially compared to everything she had done. But the intimacy of it was staggering. It wasn't just that she was waking him. She was waking him in a way she'd never done with me. A cute, almost shy kiss on his member, as erotic as it was lovable.

Iris's eyes glanced up as she took in the reaction of the man her lips had stirred.

And then, she leaned in to plant her lips on the bottom of his cock once more.

This time, she didn't pull back immediately. She kept her lips there. And when she pulled back, I understood why.

There was the clear mark of her pink lips around the base of Magnus's cock.

It wasn't merely pink gloss she'd placed on her lips. It was lipstick. And she'd worn it specifically to reveal where her lips serviced the man who was always ready to accept her erotic plays.

Magnus's cock woke up before he did. It rose underneath Iris's tender servicing as she leaned in to plant another kiss. And this time, she pressed with more intensity, enough for his reaction to fully rise as her lips stayed pressed against it.

"Hnnngh … what is …"

Magnus woke up at last.

Looking down, his dark eyes slowly blinked open to the sight of Iris's cute face glancing up at him, and also her pink lips pressed against the base of his thick cock.

"… Damn," he said, giving half a whistle. "We gotta visit your place more often. I like the service down here."

His cock twitched in a way almost as disgusting as his grin. He leaned back, back of his head against his pillow as he indulged in Iris's care.

"What do you say, huh? How about we stay a bit longer? Looks like you need it."

Iris responded by removing her lips from his cock. A deep, pink outline of her lips was left against the base. And then she raised her head slightly to plant another kiss slightly higher, leaving yet another mark before she offered her response.

"No," she said sweetly.

Magnus's grin only stretched further.

"Why not? It's nice. Nothing trying to murder us in our sleep. Only a slut who wants my cock so much she can't keep her hands to herself at night."

"It's day."

He glanced towards the window.

Then, he shrugged.

"Different time. Same cheating sword princess. Didn't think you'd be so wet down there that you'd do this with your folks around. What'd they think if they knew their famous little princess was kissing the cock of a different man to the loser down the hall?"

"My parents value punctuality. And while being forced to wake up the man who supposedly slew the Dark General is a shameful act, I'd prefer this to seeing their disappointment as you come crawling down in the middle of the afternoon."

Magnus snorted.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?"

"Yours."

"Fuck off. I'm not sleeping when you're riding me, am I?"

Iris briefly pulled her lips away from his cock, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Then isn't it wonderful that I'm now here to fix your sleeping schedule?"

Iris leaned in again, her pink tongue darting out to lap at the middle of his shaft.

As she did so, her delicate fingertips gently squeezed around the base. With a slow, well-practised movement, she began to tenderly move her hand up before bringing it back down, stroking his shaft as her tongue lapped at the middle.

Magnus let out a grunt of satisfaction, whatever words he had swept away by the sight of the beautiful girl before him. She swept the front of her hair from her eyes with her free hand, before using it to run up across Magnus's muscled stomach.

She gently caressed him there, her fingertip drawing circles around the lines of his muscles as her tongue lapped like a kitten across the middle of his shaft.

"Fuck. If I get this everyday, I'd just about put up with your bullshit."

Iris responded by dragging her tongue up the middle of the shaft, all the way to the tip of his cockhead. It was as slow as it was seductive, drawing a shiver from Magnus as the beautiful girl allowed her tongue to remain pressed against the tip.

He gave another note of satisfaction. Nor was he the only one.

"Mmhm … ahn …."

Just this act alone was enough to fill Iris's face with heat.

As she tenderly lapped her tongue across the throbbing cockhead of the man before her, the dampness of her underwear was clear to see. Revealed by the shortness of her dress, the white underwear was almost fully visible. The evidence of her own satisfaction.

But it wasn't enough.

Removing her hand from Magnus's stomach, she moved it under her legs and pressed it against the damp fabric. Without sliding inside the underwear, she instead toyed with two slender fingertips against the wet patch. The lacy fabric pushed into her slit as she began to masturbate, all the while her tongue played with Magnus's cockhead.

"MmhMm … aannhN …. mnhmh …"

And then she stopped lapping.

Iris lifted her lips above the waiting cockhead. The pink gloss of her lipstick shone with her saliva in the morning light. And her milky white cheeks were flushed with the heat of her immorality.

And then she sent her eyes to the side.

Looking directly at me, my girlfriend gave a teasing smile only I could see. It was the finish to the portrait which was her lewd form on her hands and knees, her lips barely any measure of distance away from the cockhead of another man.

As Iris smiled, her eyes narrowed, as though teasingly judging me for every second she knew I was masturbating to this erotic image of her.

She then turned her eyes to the waiting shaft before her.

Lowering her lips, Iris tenderly kissed the very tip of his cockhead. She pulled away for only a moment, showing the pink outline.

And then she lowered her head.

"MmhMmm … aahHnnnn …"

She moaned as she fully wrapped her lips around Magnus's cock. The man shivered at once, his hands going to the back of his head as he contented himself with Iris's servicing.

"Fuck me. One of these days, you'll need to tell Sweet Anne where you learned this."

Iris paused for a moment. A note of clear annoyance in her movement.

And then … she fully slid her mouth down his cock, swallowing half of his girth in one go.

Magnus had to fight to keep his waist from bucking. His muscles visibly clenched as he experienced the sensation of Iris's warm lips fully wrapped around him as she brought her head down. As she pulled her head back up, it was clear that her lips were so tightly pressed to his shaft that even the outline of her kisses had been removed.

"AhhNnn … Mmhhhhh …"

Her moans clearer against Magnus's breathing, Iris brought her head back down again.

With her lips tightly pressed to Magnus's cock, she slid herself up and down, the firmness of her lips tightly wrapped against Magnus causing him to breathe sharply against the overwhelming pleasure.

As she serviced him with her lips, her hand worked both his cock and her own slit. Her delicate fingertips stroked the bottom of the shaft, timing it against the movement of her lips as she went repeatedly down on him.

"MmhHnnn … aahNnn … ahhnNnnn …"

A squelching noise filled the air along with the sound of Iris's blowjob. One which had even Magnus tightly clenching the back of his head as he struggled with the tightness of Iris's lips.

"Fuck … hey, stop for a …"

Magnus was cut off as Iris quickened the pace of her hand stroking the base of his shaft.

"NnnahhNnnn … Mhhmmm Mmm … Ahhnnn …"

Iris moaned, her lips wiping clean any evidence of even her own saliva or the precum which was dribbling down. Magnus bit his lips, as if the way Iris was using her lips was as much a punishment as a reward as he fought to keep himself from simply ramming into Iris's throat.

"Fuck me … the way you're sucking down … it's like you're riding me with your lips." He grinned as he admired the flushed face of my beautiful girlfriend going down on him. "You really can't wait, can you? Relax. Erika isn't here. There's no competition."

Iris responded by tightly squeezing her delicate fingers around the base of his shaft.

Far from relaxing her movements, she began to stroke even faster, no longer caring to time it with the plunging of her lips. Her face flushed entirely in red, she never allowed the man's cock to leave her mouth as she increased the speed of her motion. And with each time she allowed herself to go down on Magnus, her lips went even further.

Then, her lips finally touched the edge of her own hand as she stroked him off.

"Oh fuck. I can't–"

Unable or just not wanting to hold himself back anymore, he grunted as the first ropes of white seed spewed into the waiting mouth of my girlfriend. Iris didn't stop. Her hand continued to stroke his throbbing cock as the creamy seed poured into her cute mouth.

"MmhHmMmm … ahhHnnnnhn …"

The cum immediately seeped past her lips, even as tightly as they were wrapped around him, dribbling down the length of his shaft. But with each smear which was allowed to form, it was lapped up again as Iris continued to move her head and her lips.

Magnus breathed heavily, his eyes wide open with the first round of satisfaction as he looked down at the sight of Iris continuing to service him. He arranged the position of his hands behind his head, allowing himself to feel even more comfortable as his cock occasionally pulsed, fully emptying past my girlfriend's tightly wrapped lips.

After several moments, Iris lifted her hand and her mouth away from Magnus's cock. The hand which had been pleasuring herself instead went beneath her chin, gathering the cum which was dribbling past her lips.

"Haahhh … HahhhhH … HhAhahh …"

And then, she rose to her knees before falling back.

She adopted a sitting posture with her legs outstretched. Sat between Magnus's legs, she revealed the dampness of her underwear now clinging to her slit and the clear sight of her struggling to contain the cream he had poured into her mouth.

Then, she parted her lips.

All the cum dribbled out at once, filling her waiting palm and seeping between her fingertips. Thick seed dribbled down the valley of her cleavage and onto her thighs. But it was the pooling cum in her palm she eyed.

Her eyes hazy with arousal, she peered down at the creamy prize and allowed her tongue to roll out. She lapped at it like a kitten, savouring the taste before bringing the palmful of cum down towards her soaking wet underwear.

Sliding her hand into her lacy underwear, she allowed the dribbling sperm to cover her soaked cunt. And then she began to masturbate using it.

"MmhhMmmMm … HhaHHnn … AahhNnn …"

Her face flushed, she opened her legs wide before Magnus's watching eyes, providing him an unimpeded view as her hand was lost inside her underwear. Even so, the outline of her fingers were clearly seen against the damp fabric as she pushed Magnus's cum inside her, using the seed to wet her soaking cunt even further.

"HhhaanNn … aahhHnnnn … mMhhhmmmm."

Thrusting her fingers into herself, she lifted her head back as a gush of juices answered her thrusting fingertips. Her wetness mixed with Magnus's cum dribbled past down her the sides of her underwear, past her thighs and soaking the bedsheets.

She breathed heavily as her hand slowly removed itself from her underwear. As the fabric returned to her skin, the shape of her slit could be clearly seen, marked by all the juices and sperm still running down her milky white skin. She eyed her hand for a moment, her cheeks flush as she looked at the lines stretched between her fingertips.

"Mmhmm … nnnhah …"

And then she began to lick her fingertips clean, one by one.

Magnus watched all of it with his cock still twitching. Recovering from Iris's lips, he watched as my girlfriend licked her hand clean with growing impatience, knowing that the best was still to come.

"Fuck me, that wasn't half bad," he said with a disgusting grin. "I'll need to decide which way you use your mouth I prefer. But I'll use your other lips exactly how I want until then. Get on your back."

Iris slowly breathed in and out, her golden hair dishevelled.

Then, she slowly rose to her knees and smiled, just before she climbed away from the bed, leaving Magnus's twitching cock and dumb expression by themselves.

"It's time to wake up," she said, her smile as beautiful as the sunshine pouring down on her, and the cum dribbling down her slender from her underwear. "Breakfast will be soon."

"Breakfast? Fuck off. You're not leaving me like this."

Iris's smile seemed no less innocent, even as her lips were caked with cum. And yet her eyes almost seemed to flare as she leaned towards the man still waiting for her. She reached out, a fingertip delicately stroking the underside of Magnus's cock.

And then she gave a small whisper, her cheeks still flushed.

"If you want to relieve yourself, I suggest you ask Erica or Sweet Anne."

Iris turned from the dumbfounded man. And the next moment, all I saw was her satisfied smile as she turned towards the memory stone. Blocking it from Magnus's view, she approached the stone with careful footsteps, as though ensuring as little of the cum dribbled down from her underwear as possible.

As she reached out for the stone, she offered me one last piece of service.

She tugged down the brassiere portion of her gown slightly, revealing the dribbled cum that was painting her beautiful cleavage. 

Then, with all the sunlight highlighting her soft features, her milky skin and the cum glossing her lips, she brushed her golden hair back and gave a cute wink as she leaned in.

My teasing girlfriend quietly mouthed two words.

"Good morning."

Apr 10, 2024 at 3:04 pm

Hi there! Apologies for the wait. I hope you enjoyed these two chapters. This is more a continuation of Part 1 than the beginning of Part 2. Unsure when the story will continue. My netorase energy has not diminished. But my time to write has.

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this is all of the chapters for now not including the first 10 chapters

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