Isobel's smirk lingered as she licked her lips, those purple eyes glistening with triumphant mischief. She straightened her disheveled black bun with ease as she stood from the table, sitting atop it before me as though she hadn't just put me through the goddamn wringer.
"My, my," she purred. "You did well, Lloyd May. Oh, how fun it was to watch you struggle. I bet you couldn't repeat back a single word of what Lyra said to you." She laughed, humor and ridicule dancing on her face. "Even so, I told you to endure. I'll give you the win, though. Only because you waited until Lyra was finished to shoot your– ah!"
Her taunt ignited something fierce in me. Lyra had warned me that Isobel's battlefield was the mind. And her words of "giving me the win" only reinforced that.
This, pleasurable as it was, was a battle…
A battle that I was losing. I couldn't let that be. Not when there was so much on the line. I cared for Isobel. I cared for her deeply. But my love for Aspia burned far, far brighter. And so, I rose from my chair, seizing her wrist and pulling her close until her body pressed against mine.
"I don't plan on letting you 'win' every one of these battles, Isobel. I should remind you that I'm a 5-Star Adventurer." My voice came low, commanding, as I spun her around and bent her over the edge of the dinner table. "We don't lose."
She gasped, but it melted into a mocking laugh. "Oh? Asserting yourself now, are we? Should I remind you who holds power– ah!"
I didn't wait. I pulled her thick black pants down to her boots, exposing the pale curve of her ass and the slick folds of her pussy, which was already damp with arousal. Isobel was soaked, her body revealing just how much she'd enjoyed tormenting me. I freed my cock again, still hard and throbbing from her earlier work, and positioned myself at her entrance. One thrust, and I buried myself to the hilt, her tight heat clenching around me like a vice.
Isobel arched, a moan escaping her lips. "If you're going to fuck me, do it like you mean it!" Her words dripped with dirty elegance, urging me on as she tried to dictate the rhythm, pushing back against me.
I gripped her hips, nails digging in, and set a punishing pace. Each slam forward drove her against the table, her messy bun unraveling further as she braced herself. Her pussy gripped me greedily, walls fluttering with every exit and entrance.
"You talk a lot for someone bent over a fucking table," I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She yelped, then whimpered in delight, her body rocking to meet my thrusts.
"T-that's because… mhh~... hmmhh~...ahhh~!"She tried to command, glancing over her shoulder with those purple eyes, but her words failed to come out as I pushed deeper, hitting that spot that made her thighs quiver. Sweat coated our bodies as the hall echoed with the wet slap of flesh on flesh, my balls smacking against her clit, her breaths coming in ragged bursts, pussy soaking my shaft, dripping down her legs. I didn't relent, fucking her relentlessly until her taunts dissolved into pleas.
"Lloyd… Y-you feel so… good…" she said, finally surrendering to me.
"I know I do," I taunted, ramming my cock into her hole even harder, but not before engaging in a bit of torture of my own. She was only due a bit of payback.
I pulled out before she could cum, flipping her onto her back atop the table and leaving her legs dangling over the edge. Her purple eyes widened as I spread her thighs wide.
"You don't get to cum until I tell you to. Until then, I'm going to have my way with you."
I dove in, my mouth latching onto her pussy. Tongue flicking her swollen clit while I sucked the juices coating her lower lips. She tasted tangy, addictive, her hips bucking up to grind against my face.
"Haah… haah… Y-you… bastard~!" Isobel moaned, fingers tangling in my hair, trying to guide me. But I pinned her wrists to the table, controlling the pressure, lapping slow circles around her clitoris with my taste buds before sucking it hard. Just as her breaths hitched into desperate whines, I pulled back, denying her the release.
Isobel squirmed, thighs clamping around my head.
"L-let me… cum, Lloyd," Her noble tone cracked, turning into a whine as I teased her clit with feather-light licks, building her up only to ease off. She writhed, pussy pulsing emptily, her purple eyes pleading. "Please, Lloyd… Mmhh… P-please…!"
Satisfied with her suffering, I rose and thrust back into her, the table groaning under us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as I fucked her in missionary, rubbing her swollen clit with a thumb with each stroke.
I smiled, allowing a satisfied smile to fall on my face. "I suppose you've earned it. You've been a good girl."
She shattered easily, body convulsing as she pulled me in close.
"Thank you, Lloyd… Thank you… Aahhh~! Ahh~! Thank you!" Her words trailed into gasps, nails raking my back as waves of pleasure ripped through her. I kept pounding through it, prolonging her orgasm until she went limp, chest heaving.
"I hope you didn't think that was it, though?" I smiled, inclining my head slightly.
I hauled her up by the arms and guided her to her knees. "You wanted to suck me dry, right? Now you're free to do it without holding back. Matter of fact, I'll help you."
My cock, slick with her cum, bobbed before her face. Isobel glanced up at me, purple eyes gleaming, but she opened wide without protest as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and jammed my length into her throat.
She gagged softly at first, but pushed on, nose pressing to my abdomen as she deepthroated me with ease. Her tongue worked the bottom of my cock, her hands cupping my balls to massage them.
"I love our taste, Lloyd May. I missed it." Isobel purred. Dirty encouragement spilled from her lips between slurps, but I controlled the pace, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts, holding her bun to guide her.
It wasn't long until I was at my limit. Her suction was too perfect, eyes watering, but locked on mine in submission. I came with a grunt, hips jerking as I shot my seed down her throat. She swallowed it all, milking me dry with hums of satisfaction, not spilling a drop.
We collapsed back, laughing breathlessly as the aftershocks faded. Isobel wiped her mouth, her elegant laugh ringing out. "So, do we call this a draw?"
I shook my head. "I guess, in a sense… yes."
She smiled, hints of the Demon Queen returning to her visage. "I suppose that means we're due another match." Before I could protest, she continued. "But that will have to come another day. We do have work to do today. Once you're settled back with Lyra, we can discuss." She pulled her pants back up and wiped her mouth. "I'll go fix myself up, then we can get the ball rolling. You…" She looked me up and down. "Make yourself presentable. I'd like to avoid any uncomfortable discussions with your mage friend."
"Yeah," I agreed. "I'll see you in a bit."
She patted me on the shoulder as she made for the kitchen. "I'd kiss you goodbye, but… y'know."
"It's the thought that counts."
She smiled and made a heart symbol with her fingers and left without a word.
I adjusted my trousers, readjusted my hair, wiped sweat from my brow, sank into my chair, and just as new footsteps echoed from the far hall. It was Lyra, blonde hair slightly disheveled, golden eyes curious as she slid back into her seat.
"'Still overwhelmed, Lloyd? You look... flushed."
I managed a grin, steadying my voice. "Nah, I'm fine now. Settled right in."
She nodded with a smile and returned to her seat.