ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ

It had been a long time since either of them had to resort to such banal methods as using their own hands, rather than each other’s, to take the edge off. Renatus made trips back to Rozumari frequently and such visits were largely spent in his chambers. With her writhing under his grasp.

But he hadn’t been able to return to his makeshift capital in some time… And it showed.

It showed by how his length was threatening to split his trousers in twain.

Sexting was one thing. It was cute. It was foreplay. But they both needed something far more substantial at the moment. Which is why Renatus did not respond over text.

Instead, he clicked a green phone icon under her name.

But just as she was starting, Renatus’ caller ID abruptly cried for her attention, and Pyrrha jumped while fumbling not to drop her scroll. With some one-handed difficulty, the champion managed to stabilize the device and accept the call, bringing it to her ear.

Winter Schnee went and bought lube. Did she order it online? Did she physically go into a store? He desperately hoped for the latter. Just so he could imagine consumate professional being utterly mortified that she had to visit a sex shop. What a mental image!

Renatus regretfully clambered off of Winter - he couldn’t reach the bottom drawer otherwise - and fetched the bottle. It was pretty basic stuff. Nothing fancy, but it would get the job done well enough. He wasn’t sure how it would taste, though. Not awful, but, well. It was lube.

Also of note was the rabbit vibrator in there. Hmm. That could be useful for later.

“Some advice for next time.” Renatus began as he climbed back on top of her. As before, his cock slid so effortlessly between her tits. Only now he undid the cap on the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of lubrication onto his cock (and into her cleavage). “Considering how much you love to have my cock in your mouth, get some flavored lube. Whatever flavor you please. You’ll be the one tasting it, after all.”

“ Flavored? ” Winter curiously repeated as he started moving his cock between her tits more freely, and evidently enjoying himself quite a bit. She had seen some options for strawberry and chocolate lubricants while browsing, but ultimately decided to stick to basics for her first purchase. She’d never had a need for the stuff until Renatus suddenly kickstarted her sex life.

He was almost positive Winter had never been with anyone before him. And it… made him glad that she was willing to share this with him. Oh sure, Winter still acted all holier than thou, but that only lasted until she had a cock stuck in her face. And then…

Well.

She did this.

“I’m corrupting you.” Renatus chuckled. His fingers found purchase in her hair, more for his own stability than anything, as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. His cock slid between her heaving tits, causing quite a bit of friction.

His gaze softened, and in that moment he gazed at Winter as if she were his entire world.

Again, Winters face darkened at his praise and explicit desire to properly fuck her tits. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but…

He glanced down, now paying far closer attention to Winter’s reactions.

“Unless…” Renatus mused, “You were too distracted to conjure up such mental images? You seem… quite intensely focused, Winter. Like a cat that’s spotted its prey.” Actually- “Bet your ass is wiggling in anticipation too~”

He pushed himself forward, pushing the bottom of her breasts right up against his abdomen. And, more importantly, bringing his cock ever so tantalizingly closer to her lips.

Him and his inappropriate desires… damn it.

“ I-it’s in my face! ” Winter very quickly defended her ogling with a harumph, “ because you put it there, expecting me to just— ” She pursed and thinned her lips, struggling to find her words while his cock was just staring at her, waiting. It was taunting her—go for it, the devil on her shoulder that was basically Ren said, gorge yourself on it, like you’ve done before.

Clearly there was only one way to stop her dastardly attack. Renatus pushed himself off of his side and slid on top of her. He straddled Winter. Not in her lap, no, but much further up. His cock, more than sufficiently aroused from its slumber, slotted so nicely and naturally between her breasts.

“So rude.” Renatus tsked as he grabbed her wrists. “Do you expect me not to make a pass at every opportunity? When I want you so badly? When I know you want me so badly? So long as we get the job done, was does it matter?”

His cock twitched in her cleavage. A wry smirk crossed his face.

She made the mistake of looking, and immediately exploded into a furious blush upon facing the head of his cock, just a few inches from her chin and her rapidly drooling mouth.

“ R-Renatus— ” Winter sputtered, scandalized, especially as he grabbed her wrists, restraining her further as his cock rested tantalizing on her rising chest. Her eyes met his, embarrassed beyond belief and shamefully getting off on that fact. He- he wanted her to…

Ah, but Atlas was gone and Willow was here, in Mistral, with him. And they did things differently here in Mistral. Mmm, he’d quite thoroughly corrupted her, hadn’t he?

“Do you feel it?” Renatus cooed. “Just how hard I am for you? Oh, love, you feel so damn good.”

Because if there was one thing Willow (or any Schnee in his experience) loved, it was being praised. Something he had no end of, in regards to his wife.

His thighs trembled as Willow worked her magic. Tongue licking his length like a delicious lollipop… gorging herself on him.

“Mmm… stop.” He commanded, but to her benefit. “You did well, Willow… Now I’m ready.” This was, after all, a fluff job rather than a full blow job. He had no intentions of dumping his cum anywhere other than her needy cunt.

The gentle, but firm ‘stop’ brought her back to reality, and the anticipation of what would follow made her swallow around him with anxious excitement. Renatus’ cock was pulled from her lips, coated with a good amount of spit as her hands regretfully left him to get into position. Willow sat back, pulling the night gown over her head so he had full access to her body. She leaned back further, spreading her legs so he got witness the mess his cock and wet dream had left her with. Her inner thighs were damp, and her labia were glistening with desire, further compounded by her embarrassed, but desperate look.

With Winter Schnee, both held equal weight.

“We both know how to be professional when on the clock.” As if he didn’t flirt relentless regardless. “But we’re not on the clock are we?”

His fingers roamed the body he was coming to know so well. Running up and down her sides. Tracing the marks on her hips where he had been gripping her so very hard the prior night.

Across the room, a bouquet of roses had been unceremoniously tossed to the floor and had been laying there all night long.

“ I’m not the one making passes at every opportunity, Renatus, ” Winter sternly countered, “ so if my presence is enough to distract you so badly, you should do better to get a hold of yourself and your urges. ”