Those of Sin and More Sin

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“Really?”

Cynthia had expected her husband to be asleep by the time she got back from flying Ajax, not…occupied. She stared at him incredulously for a second, before rolling her eyes with a groan and pulling her riding dress off over her head. Her bra and panties followed it a moment later as the suddenly naked princess walked over to her arranged partner and crawled onto the bed, letting out a slight snort. 

He didn’t say anything as she pulled off her riding dress, moving his hand off his cock, but let out a noise of surprise when her bra and panties followed quickly after. The lovely amazing damn near perfect naked body of the princess was in front of him now. Wait was she going to-

“H…Haaah…”  She mumbled- unsure what to say next.

What would Meline do?

At that thought, she knew.  She knew exactly what to say.

Gods above he was a lucky man.

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“Really?”

Cynthia had expected her husband to be asleep by the time she got back from flying Ajax, not…occupied. She stared at him incredulously for a second, before rolling her eyes with a groan and pulling her riding dress off over her head. Her bra and panties followed it a moment later as the suddenly naked princess walked over to her arranged partner and crawled onto the bed, letting out a slight snort. 

He didn't say anything as she pulled off her riding dress, moving his hand off his cock, but let out a noise of surprise when her bra and panties followed quickly after. The lovely amazing damn near perfect naked body of the princess was in front of him now. Wait was she going to-

Voltaire’s smile grew when he saw Pat’s, well he was glad she was happy with that answer. He shot her a curious look as she stepped forward. Weird it seemed like she was undoing her robe-

……oh, oh my gods.

For a moment his brain only focused on that perfect plump rear that was now in front of him, fixated with an unwavering intensity on those pale round cheeks of his girlfriend as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Before he’d seen it through her clothes but to see it bare- good lordy was he in heaven for those with his weakness?

His gaze was firmly stuck on her butt until she started to turn, finally taking in the rest of her outfit. In all of his wildest dreams he would’ve never imagined Pat wearing something so revealing in his life, not that he was complaining. If Pat wasn’t redder than the ribbon barely covering her body he certainly was.

It wasn’t until he was straddling his lap and speaking that he snapped out of it, looking into her very adorable and very embarrassed eyes. “Ah, I….I see.” he said, pausing for a moment before pulling her into a passionate kiss. “Then I….happily accept this most generous gift Pat my love.” he said when he pulled away, face flushed.

“Hhh…aaaah…okay…”  She mumbled- looking down at his chest.  “W-well then…ummm…”

She fidgeted.

Voltaire let out an internal sigh of relief at her reaction to the sweets, visibly relaxing when she spoke. “Heh…..while I’m glad you like them.” he replied, leaning over and planting a quick kiss on her cheek before smiling at her.

By that point the flush in his own face had diminished a bit, feeling much less nervous about it all. When she next spoke he looked at her curiously for a few moments only to smile that smile again. “Of course Patricia, it’s Valentine’s Day. However you choose to express that I will accept happily.” he said, putting his hand on her’s.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Quieting her internal screaming, she stood, shooting him a smile before taking one step forward.

Steeling herself, her hand went to the robe’s belt- sliding it undone- and shrugging it off, falling in a heap at her ankles.

Patricia was wrapped in nothing but a bright red ribbon, wrapped to drape around her and preserve only the barest minimum of modesty- and she was rapidly turning redder than the ribbon as she approached- and straddled his lap.

......oh, oh my gods.

For a moment his brain only focused on that perfect plump rear that was now in front of him, fixated with an unwavering intensity on those pale round cheeks of his girlfriend as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Before he'd seen it through her clothes but to see it bare- good lordy was he in heaven for those with his weakness?

His gaze was firmly stuck on her butt until she started to turn, finally taking in the rest of her outfit. In all of his wildest dreams he would've never imagined Pat wearing something so revealing in his life, not that he was complaining. If Pat wasn't redder than the ribbon barely covering her body he certainly was.

Voltaire was visibly surprised that Pat had been the one to slip it under the door. Which meant that his suspicions were confirmed in a different way, did that mean it was Pat’s….? My goodness was he blushing more? Probably. He couldn’t help but smile at the pride in her voice though. “Well….I’m glad you had the courage to.” he replied, smile largening.

He walked over to her, sitting down on the bed beside her. “Alright…..well, I know it’s not too much but..” he trailed off before rummaging around in his pack and pulling out a large and very expensive looking box of chocolates. A bit cliche, but the best he could think of on short notice considering he’d almost forgotten this day was coming….and it had cost a decent chunk of money. “Happy Valentine’s Day Pat.” he finished, holding it out to her with a small smile

“Oh!”  She chirped- accepting the package, grinning as she lifted the lid- and licking her lips at all the sweets inside.  “Oh, they look delicious, Voltaire!  Thank you~!”  She said- feeling her heart get a little warmer- thumping against…a tight spot on the outfit.  A blush covered her face as she remembered what was under her robe.

Did she dare?

Voltaire was lost in the possibilities of his thoughts until the door opening snapped him out of his daze. That didn’t stop his heart from beating a mile a minute in anxiety but still, at least he wasn’t waiting. Considering what the note had implied he wasn’t exactly surprised to see her in a bathrobe instead of her normal clothes. It could’ve been him overthinking but her equally red face all but confirmed his suspicions.

He awkwardly raises his hand in greeting, returning her smile with a nervous one of his own. “Good Evening Pat, good to see you, you look lovely as always.” he said quickly, trying to mask the anxiousness in his voice as he stepped in past her. There was a mess in the room, and he was guessing he’d find out why soon enough.

“So uh….I’m guessing Meline is the one who slipped the note under my door?” he asked, turning back toward her. The small flush in his cheeks wasn’t hard to spot…probably.

“Actually…I was the one who slipped the note under your door.  Meline was the one who wrote it, though.”  She said with a nervous laugh, smiling.  “I couldn’t write it myself- but I wanted to see if I had the nerve to deliver it.  It only took me twenty minutes to deliver it!”  She said, a note of pride in her voice as she sat down on the bed.

‘Usually’ is the keyword there, since this year something was different than the rest of his life: He had a girlfriend to spend it with. Before Patricia he’d expected to spend this say by his lonesome, reminiscing on happier times. Now he’d been looking forward to spending time with her today. He wasn’t sure what but he’d spend the entire morning thinking about it, and think about it hard he did with few results. It’s hard to get into the mindset after twenty three years of not.

Then, in about the middle of the day, a note was slipped under his door. By the time he got up and walked to the door, whoever did it was long gone, leaving him to unfold it. It simply read: Happy Valentine’s Day! Come to the barracks this evening, she’ll be ready for you then. Have fun~’

“A SEXY monster!”

Patricia rolled her eyes, and stared over at the crimson blob she supposed was her best friend.  It’d be really awkward if it was someone else.  She really wished she had her glasses on.

“Lena, I’m not so sure about this.  Can’t I just, like…wear a little dress or something?  Do I have to wear this?”  She asked- looking in the mirror- fruitlessly.  She couldn’t even tell what she looked like.

“You could, but this is the sexiest!  I mean, he walks in, and bam, there you are-”

“Dressed in this abomination?  Can I even say I’m dressed?”

“I say you can.  Whup- time for me to clear out.”

“Wha-why?”

“Primarily because he’s on his way here and I’m outta time!  Knock him dead!”

“Wh-LENA!”

She only had time to helplessly watch her blob-friend dash out of the room, before panic gripped her heart, hastily putting her glasses back on, and pulling on her bathrobe- light blue and plush, it covered every bit of the embarassing ‘outfit’ she had on.  When the knock came, she jumped- face beet red as she opened the door.  Making sure the sash was tight, she opened the door- smiling awkwardly.

He awkwardly raises his hand in greeting, returning her smile with a nervous one of his own. "Good Evening Pat, good to see you, you look lovely as always." he said quickly, trying to mask the anxiousness in his voice as he stepped in past her. There was a mess in the room, and he was guessing he'd find out why soon enough.

If anything could be described as a power trip it was certainly how Voltaire felt in that moment, to see such adoration and need for him in her eyes made him feel like a king. He chuckled and patted her sore behind at her words, looking at her with equally intense lust filling his eyes. “Hehe….if you want me to so badly I think I will make you my little anal slave, servicing me under me, and a good pounding for my cock.” he said, bucking his hips a bit faster.

“Does the slave want Master to give her ass a second pounding in commemoration of your servitude?~”

Elincia groaned as he started moving again, panting hard. “Yes, Master! Yes! Pound your slave’s ass as hard as you can! Please, your slave’s ass needs to be fucked even harder!”

heroic-ride-her

“Oh like hell you are.” Cynthia groaned, pulling herself off of him with a little reluctance. Leaving him to his - well, agony, she supposed - she slapped his arm away from her rear before gripping his hair again and lowering her hips towards his face, scowling. “You’re not finishing until I have. Got it? Be a good boy and maybe I’ll blow you afterwards.”

Voltaire couldn’t stop a small instinctive whimper from a escaping his mouth when Cynthia pulled herself off his cock, gods above she was cruel. Damn his cock and damn his lack of sex if the damn thing could’ve went even longer he could’ve had that amazing feeling for-

His train of thought was interrupted by the slapping of his arm and gripping of his hair. He found himself almost face to face with what was between her- oh……well this was far from the worst thing that could’ve happened…..though that wasn’t much comfort to his throbbing cock. “…..got it. I’ll…. I’ll do my best to please you….thank you.” he replied softly, trying not to sound too needy.

heroic-ride-her:

“Well. Maybe you’re not an idiot.” Cynthia said between pants as she slowly stretched back into place, bouncing up and down his length once more. Staring at him critically, she reached up to grip his jaw in one hand as she rode him, glaring even as she moaned again.

“At least you know your place.” She said breathlessly, before deciding to push her luck and slapping him across the face.

Voltaire had no response to her words, figuring it was best to just shut up and enjoy the ride. Or rather her ride. He simply let out groans of pleasure as she continued to bounce on his cock, gods above it had been too long since he’d felt this kind of pleasure.

It was only when she grabbed his jaw that he gave her a confused look- well in between his own moans. “What… are you-” he started to say, cut off by his own gasp as she slapped him across the face. There was a small moment of silence from him befits he turned his head back to look at her, his hips didn’t stop bucking, and he didn’t look angry or stop moaning. He just looked her in the eye and said.

“I….deserve that.” Fucking hell why was this turning him on?

“Damn right you did.” Cynthia groaned as she sped up a little, taking a fistful of his hair in one hand. Staring at him critically, she let go of his hair and rested her hands on his chest again, nails digging into his skin and leaving small welts along it. 

Voltaire was letting out a few moans of his own as his cock went back and forth in her hole. In that moment her words were the most beautiful thing he’d heard, how had he never had someone like this before? It was all so kinky and taboo and felt amazing. “Heheh….well since you asked so nicely……Master will use your slutty ass like the fucktoy you want to be.” he replied between pants, tightening his grip on her hips. He sped up, in truth unable to keep himself slow any longer, his cock now pounding into her hole with enthusiasm. He was all too eager to hear her moans and full her hole.

“Ahhh, yes! Yes, Master!” Elincia screamed as Voltaire sped up, thrusting back eagerly. “Yessss, fuck my ass! Use it! I-I’m your fucktoy, Master!” 

“Haaa… yes, master… moooore, haha… mooooore coooooock… m-make me a slave… to your…. COOOOOOOOOOOCK!”

Her words and her cumming was the last bit he needed before he came himself. "With.....pleasuuuure~" he moaned as his load of cum entered her needy ass, hands gripping her ass hard. Breathing heavily, he started talking again as he came down from the high, hips now bucking slowly.