Chapter 12: The Merchant’s Carriage, Night (2)

The first thing I saw when I activated the memory stone was the last of Iris's clothes falling off.

As her tunic fell to join the assortment of clothes and equipment on the wooden carriage floor, she took a step back and leaned down, fully in view despite the carriage's low ceiling. The sight of her huge breasts dipping white being squeezed by her lacy pink bra was phenomenal. Size and weight pressed together by the slim fabric gifted the perfect view of a deep, unobstructed cleavage.

She smiled mischievously, then wagged her fingertip in front of her breasts, as if knowing exactly where I'd be looking. Then, using the same fingertip, she pointed down at her underwear.

Matching light pink, slightly transparent to allow her milky white skin to shine through, and with just a single white ribbon. The bra, I belatedly realised, also had a white ribbon at the front, but I doubted if I could've spotted it had Iris not snatched away my attention.

However, the slimness of the lace did more than reveal her perfect skin. Her underwear displayed much more than that.

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She was absolutely dripping with her juices.

Her wetness ran down her inner thighs, all the way down to the slim ankle straps of her favourite white high heels. And just in case she felt I missed it, she trailed her fingertip from her thigh, collecting a small dollop of her juices and painting it down her leg.

And then she offered me a cute little wink.

I was mesmerised. Already, she was doing more teasing than she normally did. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest in anticipation for what this goddess in lingerie and high heels would do for me. And then she truly took my breath away.

Still winking, and while wearing her beautiful, teasing smile, Iris brought up her right hand and made it into the shape of a loose grip, as though clutching the air. She then slowly motioned up and down with it.

I couldn't believe it.

Iris was telling me to masturbate.

This cute, mischievous side of her overwhelmed me. She'd never been this direct before. There were never any preconceptions about this, but nor had she ever been this direct before. Iris was being so damn erotic.

And the juices leaking down her thighs explained why.

From the moment she'd informed me at the start of the day that she was going to fill me with jealousy, she was already sopping wet. She was still like this even while gifting Magnus with her special wake up service. And she'd not had a chance to relieve herself until this very moment.

Iris had spent the entire day filled with lust. And this was the result.

My girlfriend, telling me to masturbate while she finally rewarded herself for her patience.

"The loser's finally gone to water the horses," came a voice from the side. "The merchant, I mean. Not your boyfriend."

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Iris immediately looked up, her wink vanishing as she directed that same, teasing smile towards the man who'd be taking her.

"Good," she said softly, the sultriness having fully entered voice. "We'll have time."

Magnus finally came into view, dipping low to avoid the carriage roof.

He still had his shirt half on, which was in the process of being unceremoniously tossed to the floor.

Unsurprisingly, he had taken his pants off first. Already, his cock was fully hardened, the tip grazing against his muscled stomach as he stepped fully into view beside Iris.

"Do we?" replied Magnus, his smirk already filled with knowing satisfaction. "Because not even an entire night of making you moan like a whore is enough to keep you satisfied."

"Then I'll suppose you'll have to work harder. Or do you find yourself too tired from being so cruelly awoken?"

Magnus chuckled.

"Ask me that again after I'm done with you."

Iris, still wearing her enchanting smile, responded by pointing to the furthest wall of the carriage.

The same wall I was sitting in now.

The memory stone had a perfect view, angled from the side so that every moment and every act in this tight space could be clearly recorded.

Iris was right when she said she was going to fill my heart with jealousy. And knowing what kind of girl she was, this was only the beginning.

Magnus obliged, his massive frame finding joy at last as he settled himself down. He rested his back against the wooden side, his hardened length waiting expectantly as he sat with his legs comfortably together

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There was only one spot remaining for Iris. But she didn't take it immediately.

Instead, she leaned all the way down to adjust the strap of her high heel, allowing Magnus the finest view of her cleavage possible. The man let out a whistle, his approval evident by the way his cock twisted once more, waiting, but not demanding.

Enjoying the sight of Iris presenting herself to him was its own reward.

"The amount of money you could make just by showing this to people," he said, eyes taking in every inch of her flawless skin. "You could become rich anytime."

At last, Iris raised herself slightly, her cheeks flushed from the blood rushing to her face. She flicked her golden hair past her shoulders and turned around, showing off her delicate back.

"Apparently, I could become rich by providing my familial services. It's such a shame a contact for that avenue has just been destroyed."

A fleeting look of seriousness dashed across Magnus's face. It disappeared as soon as it came, the smirk reappearing as though it'd never left.

"That guy doesn't even deserve to look at you. And that makes double for anyone who'd work with him, too."

"Oh? Your consideration is endearing. But I was capable of handling that."

Magnus shrugged, all the while eyeing Iris's drenched underwear with growing anticipation.

"So am I. And you're mine. So if I tell someone to kindly fuck off, I will."

Iris turned around again, then took a few step forwards, high heels gently clattering against the wooden floor until she was standing over Magnus's legs.

And then, she slowly lowered herself.

Like a dancer of the night, Iris sensually dropped to her knees until they were either side of Magnus's thighs.

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My girlfriend placed her hands gently on Magnus's shoulder, her high heels sticking out as she allowed her entire body weight to settle on Magnus's lap. The man's cock jutted once more as the front of Iris's soaking wet underwear brushed up against the base of his hungry shaft. Already, the musk of precum was beginning to fill the stuffy air of the carriage.

Iris lifted herself slightly, her underwear and the clear prize within rubbing against the shaft.

"Nnh … despite your frequent assertions that you wish to whore me out … mhn … you're rather protective of my body, aren't you?"

Magnus's smile was one of restraint, not allowing Iris's expert teasing to force out his obvious desire to fuck her senseless.

"I want to whore you out to the right bidder. That guy didn't have enough coin to buy a corner hag."

Iris leaned in, her huge breasts pressing against Magnus's powerful chest as she began rubbing her drenched underwear against his shaft in earnest. Their faces were almost touching. It was the kind of extremely intimate position normally reserved for close lovers.

"Mmh … how much … anh … would you … nnhg … whore me for?"

Magnus leaned in until Iris's lips barely touched his, but he didn't commit. That was for the beautiful girl on his lap to do.

"Show me what you're worth."

Iris smiled.

Then, she wrapped her arms around the other man's neck, all the while completing the distance between their lips.

"… Mmh … nnH … ahnn … nngh …"

Their eyes fixed against each other, Iris and Magnus pressed their lips together. Deep, tender moans elicited from my girlfriend's mouth as the sight of her tongue rolling against Magnus's was briefly caught within the closed dance occurring between them.

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There was no rush about it. Just a confirmation of desire as they indulged in the moment, exchanging the type of tender kiss that starcrossed sweethearts would experience on their wedding night. Iris's arms wrapped tighter around Magnus. And that wasn't the only part of her that did.

"Mmmh … AhhN …. nnhn …"

All the while rubbing her underwear wetly against Magnus's shaft, Iris lifted her knees, then one by one, elegantly brought her legs behind the small of Magnus's back. Her high heels crossed at the ankles as she enveloped Magnus, both her arms and legs drawing closely him into her. Magnus responded by placing his large hands around Iris's slender waist, his fingers tracing the skin even as he indulged being pressed up against other every part of her.

"Mmmh … Nnnh … Ahhn …"

Finally, as the sweat began to run down Iris's neckline, she stopped pressing the front of her underwear against Magnus's shaft, which now throbbed so heavily that if it were anyone else, he would have finished by now.

Keeping her legs locked tightly around Magnus, she anchored herself to his strength as she raised herself off his lap until the drenched part that had been rubbing against his shaft was now waiting above it.

Iris pulled her lips away from Magnus, saliva leaking down her chin from her exposed tongue. She breathed in heavily, desire clouding every inch of her beautiful face.

"My underwear," she whispered. "You … You need to help me move it."

Magnus looked on in deep satisfaction. He paused for a moment, playing the waiting game with Iris.

"Say please."

This time, Iris's expression gave no hint of resistance. She hovered her lips against Magnus's, whispering directly into him.

"Please … I need it."

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"Yeah? Tell me what you need."

Iris's tongue ran across Magnus's lips.

"Your cock," she said sweetly, her voice barely a whisper. "Please … I need it … I've been waiting … so long."

Satisfied with the answer, Magnus slowly moved one of his hands to the front of Iris's underwear, pulling it slightly to the side. Even within that small movement, trails of Iris's wetness could be seen clinging to her underwear.

With a shuddering breath, Iris lowered herself on Magnus.

"… NnhhnnhN …"

Allowing Magnus's veiny, throbbing cock to finally insert into her drenched and waiting pussy, she slid all the way down to the base.

"NnHh … AhhN … MmhH … NhH … HaahH …"

The floodgates opened. Iris locked her lips tightly against Magnus's, her tongue searching for the back of the man's mouth as she began to lift herself up and down on his lap. All the while, Magnus began to thrust his hips upwards, matching Iris as they connected every part of their bodies together.

"MmHm … Hhn … AhhN … mmHm …"

Iris moaned in uncontrolled pleasure, her eyes cloudy as lust overtook her. Keeping her legs and arms tightly crossed, she sensually rolled back and forth on top of the huge cock thrusting into her. Even with her breasts being gripped by her tight bra and pressing against Magnus's chest, they still shook beautifully as she straddled him.

"AhhN … HhNnn … AnH … MmH …"

Saliva ran down their chins, dripping along with copious amounts of sweat. A white smear was forming where Magnus's huge cock was clearly thrusting in and out of Iris. As she repeatedly raised and lowered herself, more and more precum coated both her lower lips and the entire shaft that was rhythmically hammering into her.

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"MmmH … scho good …aaNn … pleascch … NnhH … more … haanH … pleaasch … Nhh …"

Magnus growled, his instincts to dominate spurred on by Iris's insatiable lust.

Squeezing her waist, he suddenly accelerated his pace. His cock slammed into the back of Iris's begging cunt, each thrust lifting his hips slightly off the floor and deep into the girl sitting on his lap.

"HhaHnn … Nnh … yesch … MmmH … harder … ahHn …"

As Iris's sweet moans meshed with the wet sounds of her body being fully used, Magnus broke from the deep kiss, all the while still driving his huge, veiny cock deep into her cunt.

"Why the fuck are you so perfect?" he growled. "Your body was made for me."

"AhhnnN … MmH … HhannH …"

"Don't just fucking moan. Answer me. Why the fuck are you so perfect? Who taught you to be such a whore?"

"HhahN … I'm … I'm schorry … nhNh … Ahhn …"

Magnus grunted, wet slapping sounds filling the air as he increased the power of his thrusts into Iris. Even so, he didn't look like he was close to tiring. It was impossible when the girl on his lap had such mesmerising beauty. Magnus's hands squeezed against Iris's delicate, thin waist, all the while enjoying the soft feeling of her huge breasts massaging against his chest, and her long, slender legs holding him in place.

"Fuck," he grunted. "After I'm done making you mine, you won't be a cheating slut anymore. You'll just be a slut."

"AhhN … yessch … Nnhh … MmhM …"

"But for now, you're still a cheating slut. So tell me what you are."

"HnnHhn .. I'm a … AhhNn… nnhN … cheatingg … NnhhH … slutt …"

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The man grinned in satisfaction, taking pleasure with every moment he undid one of Iris's walls.

"Good girl."

And as her reward, Magnus's thrusts suddenly became erratic, the rapid hammering of his cock into my girlfriend causing her eyes to widen, as well as her arms and legs to loosen as she became a cock sleeve for Magnus's desire. The man leaned in, and Iris readily gave her lips again even as the moans struggled to escape from them.

"HhnNnN … AahhN … MnHh … AahnmH …"

Feeling what was to come, Iris desperately raised herself, matching the frantic movement of Magnus's shaft ramming into her. Her juices flowed heavily as she used her perfect body to invite Magnus to empty himself yet again inside her.

And that's when Iris looked at me.

Glancing directly to the side, Iris's lustful eyes turned towards me. As she did so, she pulled her lips slightly away from Magnus's, showing off her tongue rolling against his.

Then, removing one arm from around his neck, she discreetly curled her hand into the shape of a loose grip, her finger and thumb coming together to draw a circle as she erotically began motioning up and down in a masturbating gesture.

"Cum … hnNh … Pleascchh … ahNn … Cum … MmmH … Cum lots … nnHn … Cum for me … HhaNh … I want you … nnHm … I want you to cum for me~"

The sight of my girlfriend being pounded by Magnus's hard cock while begging me to cum was the most beautiful thing in the world. And it wasn't only me who heard her words.

The next next moment, I was treated to the sight of a powerful thrust into the back of Iris's pussy, ending with Magnus's first load of gooey seed spurting deep within her.

"NnnHHhHN … HahHhn … AnnhHnn … NnhHmm~"

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Still with her eyes turned to me, as if encouraging me to closely watch, Iris's body shuddered as she was finally given her reward. She orgasmed hard, her juices mixing with the cum of another man, before gushing out and coating Magnus's cock even as he continued unloading his semen into her. 

Magnus didn't stop, immediately grabbing Iris by the waist and slamming himself repeatedly into her. More of his cum continued to shoot directly into my girlfriend's womb as an endless stream of white now flowed out of her drenched pussy, forming a thick puddle between the legs of the two closely entwined lovers.

"MmmHH … AhhNn … HhhNnnn … NhhHn~"

But even as Iris's body shuddered to the feeling of Magnus emptying himself in her, it was clear she didn't have enough.

Returning her arm to the back of his neck, she now fixed her attention solely on him. As Magnus's thrusts could began to slow, her legs worked to help her slide her overfilled cunt up and down on his still rock hard cock.

"AhhNnh … again … nnnH … pleaasch … Haanh … again …"

She closed her lips against Magnus's, hungrily working her tongue inside his mouth.

Magnus, with a growl of deep satisfaction, obliged her request. He wrapped his arms fully around her back, drawing her even closer than she already was, and without once pulling out, rammed his cock drenched with his sperm and Iris's fluids all the way into the back of her cunt.

Magnus paused for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt, simply to admire the expression of bliss on Iris's flushed face and the lust burning in her blue eyes. She immediately began rolling her hips, encouraging the man whose lap she was sitting on to take her again, and again, and again.

For the rest of the night, Iris would never look in my direction again.