Mark grunted, squeezing his grip tighter. “Stop fucking struggling.”
“Fuck you, fuck you fuck-!”
Noah’s words came to an abrupt end with a shrill sound, as she bit down on the piece of wood and snapped it in two, her teeth gnawing through it as she wriggled and fruitlessly struggled against the human’s grasp.
He was keenly aware that despite her being a pint-sized waif of a woman, the Mousegirl was still stronger than him. He made sure to keep himself very focused on where those hands were clutching at, marginally satisfied that she was grasping the bedsheets with white-knuckled intensity. She’d scratched him up once already.
Panting, Noah collapsed, and he finally let go of her ears.
Pushing back the flush, the human watched his handiwork and nodded. He leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Now strip.”
Noah didn’t appear to have the strength to refuse, a quiet growl turned whimper escaping her petite mouth as her hands moved to remove her clothes, exposing her pale skin. “The… water.”
“You sure this will work?” His voice was barely a whisper, handing over the water basin.
“Shut up.” Noah growled, face extremely flushed as she plunged her hands into the water, they were still trembling, grimacing as she scowled deeply. Slowly, she rubbed the water across her skin.
Mark felt his feet rooted in place for a fraction of a second, unable to look away. Her body may have lacked curves but made up for it by an almost athletic tightness, a pleasant fragility to her small breasts and round ass. Her hands moved to coat herself in a watery sheen that reflected the light on her skin, keeping her movements efficient and brief. Noah made sure to be liberal in her work however, adding some extra water onto the sheets below.
The resulting effect was successful, she looked like she’d just finished two consecutive marathons. Noah’s roaming drenched hands and flushed face froze as she noticed Mark’s eyes on her. She instantly went very still, unmoving, breath hitched. There were faint traces of fear in those eyes.
Mark realized what he’d been doing and turned around with a grunt, ignoring the sigh of relief Noah failed to hide. “Shirt.” Noah’s voice came as barely a whisper.
The human nodded, taking off his shirt, turning around to look at the Mousegirl as she lay face down on the bed, and then looking away and lying very still on the sheets she’d thrown the water on.
Right, he had his own job to do. The human took the basin, putting it back on the table before wetting his hands and using it to cool down his red hair, face, chest, and then, he stepped towards the door. He didn’t trust this would work; it was too insane, but it wasn’t like there was much of an alternative here.
Knocking on the door thrice, he waited.
It opened, revealing two guards.
The one at the door wore a leather armor, hand on the pommel of her sword and eyes wary. The one behind her had her sword drawn and looked warier still. Both of them looked just about ready to fight, but Mark could pick out the light blush on their cheeks, the hesitant way they looked at his exposed chest and then back up to his face.
“What do you want?” The one who’d opened the door asked, steeling her voice quickly.
“The rat was a boring lay.” Mark grunted and pointed over his shoulder at Noah as she stayed on the bed. “I’m not exactly satisfied, either of you want some?” His cheeks flushed somewhat, and the fact he was already sporting an erection from what had transpired with Noah wasn’t helping with his confidence any.
His mind was screaming out how stupid this was, how impossible it’d be.
“Erm…” They shared a look, hesitating.
He might as well go all in. “I won’t tell the Warlock.” He remembered Noah’s words and put up a smirk. “Unless you’ve already got someone that scratches your itch?”
Another long look was shared amongst them, and Mark almost held his breath, face frozen as he did not trust himself to falter. Was this actually working? The nearest guard gave a nod; it was mirrored by the other.
She stepped through. “Let’s make this quick,” she said, closing the door behind her and following as Mark took a hesitant step back.
“Aren’t you bonded though?” As soon as the words left his lips, he cursed them- he’d been staring at the black collar around her throat, and the thought had come unbidden.
“Are we here to fuck or to talk?” The maiden only hesitated once her hands had moved towards her belt to remove her sword.
With a sigh, she pulled out her sword and the pouch next to it. She turned around, opened the door, and tossed them at her companion with little fanfare. Mark cursed inwardly at this gesture, but did his best not to show it outwardly, this made a lot more sense than everything else that was going down.
The woman didn’t hesitate to reach out his shirt and yank him closer. “I’m going to be on top.”
“That’ll bruise.” Mark replied without missing a beat, ignoring the anger swelling inside of him, his own hands shoving her back. “You don’t want mommy Warlock to find out. Right?”
“Bruise can be hidden.”
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“And I’d rather not risk it, she was pissed last I saw her.” He growled in return, leaning in and touching her hip appreciatively.
The tanned woman huffed, but nodded. Her eyes moved towards the massive bed. Without much wait or hesitation, she grabbed his shirt again. “This better be good.” She said, pulling him towards the opposite side of where Noah lay. Her fingers worked on her belt and undid them, pulling her pants off with little hesitation, exposing toned legs.
The maiden hadn’t hesitated in removing her undergarments as well, and her dark chocolate skin made the tuft of white above her pussy all the more apparent. “Not going to remove your shirt?” Mark prompted.
“You still have your pants on.”
The human complied, focusing his thoughts on her shapely ass, feeling himself strain against his trousers as he pulled down his last shreds of clothing. Freed, his erection bobbed in the air, and the dark-skinned maiden whistled appreciatively, propping herself up with her elbows as she lay on the bed, one hand moving down to caress her thighs. “You must want it bad, huh.”
Mark didn’t so much confirm but stepped closer, making sure not to look in Noah’s direction. The mouse had yet to move, what was she waiting for?
“Shirt,” he said.
“Sure, sure.” The maiden shrugged, flicking her light blue hair backwards, hands moving down to the leather straps to her armor.
Her feet hooked around Mark’s hips, tugging him closer as she pulled off her remaining clothes with little fanfare. Her stomach was toned, barely any fat in it, and her breasts were modest but small, with nipples that were black caps to the soft mounds.
Tossing the clothes aside, she smirked, pulling him closer and pressing her crotch against his erection. “Do you want it? You’re so fucking hard you want this tight pussy wrapped up around you and squeezing every drop out of you?”
The human grunted, leaning down, reaching for her breasts and pinching at them. She wriggled, smirking, one hand reaching down to caress her folds, and the others wrapping around his erection. “Such a slut, you can’t help yourself, right?”
The image of Brye flashed across his eyes. “Shut up,” he growled, thrusting slightly against her grip, feeling her tense and shudder.
“Fine, fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she closed her eyes and leaned back into the bed. “Just keep doing that.” She pushed her chest into his palms as Mark kept pawing at them, her body wriggling as her own hips started to hump against him, her fingers knuckle deep in her pussy.
A slight pause, a shudder. “I’m ready,” she said, using her hands to reorient Mark, to shift him so his erection would point at her entrance.
“Who’s the slut now?” He said with a smirk.
“Shut up,” she replied in a deadpan, stretching and relaxing, moaning lightly as the human slowly entered her. Mark grunted, shuddering at the sensation of her tight heat all around him, and the sound prompted the Dark Elf to smirk, eyes closed and luxuriating in the sensation. “Someone likes my tight pussy.”
The human tensed, clenching his teeth and freezing as he noticed the ever imperceptible shift in the bed. His eyes flickered towards Noah. The mouse was lying on her belly, intensely looking at him with steely gray eyes.
Slowly, the mouse put a finger against her lips, and Mark nodded, pulling back and thrusting into the Dark Elf again. She moaned. “Oh fuck I’ve missed this.”
“Human slaves here not up much for some fun?”
“Fucking… not for grunts, geldings, I-” A choke, and she tightened her jaw shut and shivered. “Stop teasing so much and fuck me already!”
“Not yet.”
Noah’s whispered voice startled the Dark Elf, doubly so when the mouse leaned forward to kiss the maiden’s neck, her fingers moving to stroke the long dark ears.
“Oh shit!” The guard whimpered, her cunt tightening around Mark and driving him to thrust deeper into her, working himself into a fast pace. “That’s the spot, that’s the…” Grunting, she thrust herself, grinding the hood of her sex against Mark’s groin, meeting him thrust for thrust.
The mouse’s fingers stroked the maiden’s throat, shifting and moving around the collar. Then, one hand moved down to the Dark Elf’s nipple right as she leaned forward to kiss the guard’s neck again. She moved so fast Mark barely noticed it. A bite, clean through the collar, a yank, pulling it out of the Dark Elf’s throat. And her hands went back around the neck immediately after.
“Harder!” It was as if she hadn’t even noticed; her whole body shuddered, fingers digging into Mark’s shoulders as her legs tightened around his hips. She was pulling him in deeper as their bodies sang together.
The human obliged, roughly grasping at her body, pulling her closer against him as her wet tight folds held him snuggly. The human leaned down, breathing hard. “I’m close.”
The only response she gave was a quick nod, biting her lower lip, face flushed and breath short, moans escaping her with every other gasp.
With a sensation of roaring fire, the orgasm rippled through Mark, a sensation of heat that ran through his whole body as he emptied himself into her core, unable to pull out even if he’d wanted to. His eyes widened as he realized there was something else in that sensation.
“That was…”
“You’re bonded to him now,” Noah spoke in a whisper, her words a bucket of ice. The mouse moved her hands to cover the Dark Elf’s throat, tightening.
She widened her eyes, freezing; her breath hitched, unable to escape.
“Don’t move.” The mouse pressed her sharp fingers into the maiden’s jugular. “Raise an alarm and your friend will come over and hurt Mark. He could get hurt, maybe even killed. Do you want that?”
A jostle ran through the maiden, her panicked gaze meeting Mark’s- hesitation. Her eyes widened in terror as the realization made itself apparent. She gave a deep shuddering breath as she shook her head.
“Nod if you will keep shut.”
For half a second the Dark Elf kept looking at the human, then at the mouse; anger, regret, and many other feelings crossed her face. Her eyes bounced between Mark and Noah, a new emotion emerging on her face each time her gaze met Mark’s own. Ever so slowly, she nodded.
“Good.” Noah pulled her hand away from her target’s lower lips.
“This shouldn’t be possible,” the Dark Elf spoke under her breath.
“It is,” the mouse spoke with a look that was a mix between reluctance and mirth. “Boy wonder is pureblood.”
With a shake of her head, the Dark Elf glared at the mouse. “I will never betray my people.” The guard hissed under her breath, hands clenching tightly.
“I could order you to fight for me,” the human growled a threat.
“Don’t be stupid,” Noah hissed, watching the Dark Elf’s eyes narrow and returning her fingers to the maiden’s throat. The mouse ignored the maiden, keeping her gaze firmly on Mark. “What part of anything you’ve been doing to her makes you think she’d obey?”
“The bond?”
“Get it through your thick skull, bond’s not an all-purpose tool.” She squeezed, and the guard tensed, growing pale as the mouse’s nails dug slightly into her skin. “Besides, take a wild fucking guess what she was feeling when you bonded her.”
Despite herself, the Dark Elf blushed, looking away, even as her hips slowly humped against the human.
“Shit.” He sighed, slapping her legs off and stepping back. “This’ll complicate shit.”
“No, it won't,” the mouse hissed, letting the pressure subside and letting the Dark Elf breathe in without strain. She looked down at the naked woman and growled. Coming from the pint-sized woman, it would’ve almost a cute squeak if not for the murderous edge to her eyes. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she stated coldly. “Hard way? We rush out, your friend attacks Mark, and you’ll be pushed to protect him.”
The Dark Elf’s lips pursed, hesitating but not denying it, her knuckles white as she seethed, clenching the bedsheets. A snarl played in her lips as she kept her focus on the mouse. “And the easy way?”
Mark and Noah shared a smirk.