The Deal

The boy ran a hand through his short cropped, wild hair as he walked up the steps to his room. The stone walls and stairs and towering bookcases of the Hero’s Guild were familiar to him now, after years of calling this place home. He had been rescued from the sacking of Oakvale by the head of the Guild, Maze, almost 10 years ago. The boy grimaced at the top of the curving staircase to look down at the massive table map of Albion that lay spread out in the center of the room below. He still remembered that day vividly. All these years later. One hand clenched into a fist as memories flashed through his mind.

He shook his head, no use dwelling on it now. In fact, he should be happy. His training was almost complete; today had been his final exams and he had done well. He’d earned an A+ in all three of the skills needed to become a Hero, earning new weapons and rewards as well as top marks. But his triumph was far greater than that. A smile crossed his handsome features as the lanky youth renewed his travel, ascending up steps and through the corridors to the room he shared with the other apprentice about to graduate. Whisper, his closest friend and greatest rival, who had teased and tormented and supported him during his life here, from the very first day of his arrival.

They competed in everything. For the higher grades in class, to who could eat the most eggs, to racing each other to training every morning, they were always striving to outdo one another. There was a lot of back and forth, he would admit that, grudgingly. Lately, he’d been beating her more and more often. Then the great triumph of today came to pass. In sparring before the Guildmaster and her famous brother, the Arena champion Thunder, he had thrashed her soundly. Even better, on the graded test, he beat her even worse. At melee combat, her specialty. His smile became a grin. They’d made a deal long ago, about the time they both started to notice the opposite sex, regarding what would happen when one of them beat the other. The bigger the victory, the greater the payment from the loser.

They’d headed into the Guild Woods after grading to play; at least that’s what everyone thought. In truth, Whisper was going to honor the deal. The appearance of bandits in the woods, and their having to dispatch them however, had neatly foiled that plan. But she still had to pay up.

Whisper was already in their room, the curtains that had been put up across it once the two young people had hit puberty open. The boy stood a moment over the threshold of the door, looking at her, before he pulled it shut behind him. Whisper was in profile to him, holding up a garment and critically appraising it. She was an exotic beauty, unlike any other woman in Albion. Her skin was smooth and supple over the strong muscles of her body; however instead of the pale hue of Albion women, hers was a dark and rich brown, like chocolate. She was taller than most Albion women too. Yet her figure was graceful and lithe, Avo giving her a lushness of figure that was to be envied and desired. Her breasts were firm, high, and generous, ripe mounds of luscious flesh. Her ass, which he’d admired greatly, was a pert and firm bubble, and her legs were long and shapely. Even in the plain garb of a Guild apprentice, her physical allure could not be hidden.

“Going to stare at me all day, farm boy?” She turned to look at him, her brown eyes clever and fiery, her cheekbones fine, her lips pleasantly plump and inviting. “Paint a picture, it’ll last longer.” Her hair was black and long, but she kept it in a thick braid that was wrapped up as a bun high on the back of her head.

The boy made sure the door was firmly shut. “I don’t think I need one to remember today,” he answered. Her face darkened at that. He held up his hands, “I didn’t mean that to brag. Mostly.”

“You’re a bad liar,” she retorted. The ebony fighter crossed her arms under her large tits. “But that’s okay. You should enjoy the glory while you have it, because once we’re out of here, I won’t be holding back on you anymore, farm boy.”

He wanted to roll his eyes, but thought the better of it. Getting into a fight would not get him what he was after. “Do you have to call me that? Still?”

Whisper chuckled, “Would you prefer “Chicken Chaser” then? That’s the title they gave you, isn’t it?”

The youth flushed, his eyes flashing angrily, “I hate that title. You know my name, it’s-“

“Townsfolk and farmers have names,” she snapped, cutting him off. “You’re going to be a Hero, and so am I. Heroes have titles. I’m Whisper. So, unless you want me to call you by yours, it’s farm boy.”

“For now.” He really did hate his title. As soon as he graduated, he was changing it. But that was tomorrow. There were more pressing matters right now. At the thought of what could happen, he felt a rush of blood start to swell his member. “Nice try though.”

“What do you mean by that?” Her hips cocked to one side, her arms seeming to tighten about herself.

“It was a good try to distract me. So you could get out of the deal.” He shrugged as he walked forward, wearing the same simple garments as she did, as apprentices did. “I didn’t think you were training in Guile.”

That tantalizing mouth worked for a second, the Hero-in-training shocked at the accusation. “You know me better than that! I would never go back on my word. I’ve always honored the deal before, and you know it.” Her angered expression became a bit sly, “I know you do. I’ve heard you talking in your sleep about those times, probably dreaming of getting even luckier.” She’d even snuck in behind her curtain to watch and listen to him jerking off a few times, and heard him whimpering for her.

He was silent a moment. “Okay, you caught me.” Well, she was right. “But this time…it’s not a quiz grade or a footrace,” he smiled slowly. “I think I’ve moved a little further past some tongue kissing, groping, and a handjob.” The young man moved closer still, her eyes shifting to look up at him. He was finally taller than her, even if it was only by an inch or two. “You agree?”

She pursed those sensual lips, “I…you said I was trying to get out of it just so I’d bring it up, didn’t you?” Her expression told him that he didn’t need to answer. “You’re smarter than you look, farm boy. Good thing too.” But the smile that came to her lips was a fond one. “But you’re right. You do deserve more.” She felt a bit of excitement herself. She’d thought about doing this before, but it wasn’t as if she could just ask him. “And I’ll give it to you.” She moved a bit closer, her clothed breasts brushing against his chest.

He groaned, eyes closing for a moment as he savored that naughty touch. “Whisper,” he murmured. His hands rose to slide around her waist, slipping down to give her pert ass a gentle squeeze. “Avo, you feel good.”

“So will you, when I’m done,” she answered softly. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, “Trousers off, farm boy, and sit on the bed.”

He grinned, stepping back and unbuckling his simple leather belt as he did so. He sat back onto his bed, reaching down to tug off his boots and toss them aside. He stood again, letting gravity do the work and carry his trousers to the floor. His burgeoning erection deformed his underwear, straining the gray fabric badly.

Whisper’s chuckle was warm and faintly teasing, “You do want this, don’t you?” Her eyes lingered on the bulge. “You have gotten bigger lately,” she commented. She stretched her arms up over her head, rolling her neck. “Never done this before…but I bet you won’t be complaining.”

She moved toward him, halting when he raised a hand, “Wait.” She paused, exotic face curious. “I want to see you, your chest too.”

“I bet you do,” she replied. Then she smirked, “All right. You’ve earned it.” She turned away from him, looking back over her shoulder with a saucy expression as her hands untied the lacings of her apprentice tunic. She lifted it up and off smoothly, exposing the flawless brown skin of her supple back, unspoiled save for the bright blue fabric of her bra. Her clever hands reached around to untie it, pulling the restraining garment away a moment later. The youth sucked in an eager breath, catching the outer curves of her tits as they swelled past her torso. She turned around again, her arms and hands over her chest, covering her breasts while hinting at the glory they hid. His cheated expression made her laugh, her chest heaving wonderfully under its concealment, “Poor farm boy. You look like someone pulled the last piece of pie off your plate at dinner.” She spread her arms wide, revealing herself to his eyes. “Better?”

“Yes!” He licked his lips, eyes fervently studying her bare breasts. “Avo, yes.” She was magnificent. Her tits were lush mountains of flesh, high and round and large, smooth and dark, her purple nipples swollen. “For you too, I see.”

She knelt beside the bed, her eyes moving to the bulge in his undergarments. “It’s going to be.” She brought a hand up and rubbed down the outline of his hardness, and then grasped it through the tense fabric. His groaning gasp brought a toothy grin to her face. “Now this…is the one part of you that is heroic,” she commented. Her hands hooked into the waistband and his hips lifted to allow Whisper to pull his drawers down his legs and off. “Hello, handsome”, she cooed.

Whisper had expected to be repulsed by the sight of cock; since from what she overheard the female servants and apprentices say about it. But the first time she’d seen his member, she’d been transfixed. It was beautiful. She loved to see it, loved to feel it. He was big, again according to the descriptions of other men that she’d overheard, and thick. It was long and as pale as his fair skin save for the purplish bulbous head and the veins that snaked along it. One delicate looking strong hand wrapped around his base, the youth moaning, and started to pump his dick slowly.

“Damn it, Whisper,” he groaned out. “Your touch is so damn good.”

“Better than yours, I bet,” she answered. Her eyes moved from his throbbing member to his impassioned face, delighting in both sights. The ebony Hero licked her lips, “And this will be even better still.” Her plump lips parted and her pink tongue snaked out to curl around the crown of his cock and then slithered off, licking fully around the swollen knob.

“Unnh!” He started, body reacting to the sudden spike of pleasure. His hands gripped the edge of the bed, “Avo!”

“Not Avo, me.” She leaned in and ran her tongue down the underside of his cock, from tip to the thick base. Up and down, up and down, licking his hard shaft, she moved, bathing his cock with her tongue. The boy nibbled his lower lip, his eyes half-lidded, knowing pleasure like never before in his life.

“Fuck, yes, Whisper,” he sighed. Damn, she was really doing it! It was even better than he’d imagined. Seeing his dark-skinned friend and rival on her knees, greedily exploring his dick with her clever mouth and sharp tongue was almost as sexy as the sensations themselves. “Lick my cock. Taste every inch of my hard prick.”

She shivered. She should be angry that he was talking to her that way, and she would be. Later. Right now, she was loving it. It made all of this…even more sexual, somehow. “Do you one better, farmboy,” she said as she raised her head over his phallus. Her lips parted and opened wide, her head came down, and Whisper’s wet, warm mouth engulfed the first several inches of his manhood.

“AH! Yes! Avo and Skorm!” His hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her body closer to him, against the bed frame. Fuck, this was so hot! So fucking good! His white dick disappearing into her mouth, dark lips firmly sealing on his meat was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Her tongue rasped and licked over the length inside her, teasing and caressing him. He massaged her shoulders, silently urging her on, unabashedly grunting and gasping out his pleasure as she feasted on his meat.

She pushed herself down further, taking more of his hardness into her mouth. She started to suck now, lightly at first, firm but gentle suction teasing and pleasing his throbbing dick. One of his hands left her shoulder to take the hand not steadying his cock and pulled it low between his legs. She smiled around his prick as he pressed her hand against his sack. Oh, ho. Liked that did he? She moaned, sending thrilling vibrations through his body and palmed his scrotum. Her fingers moved, rolling and toying with his heavy balls.

“That’s it, fuck, yes, that’s it. Mmm!” His brilliant blue eyes were almost shut, tongue licking over his lips as he rode out the mad pleasure coursing into him. “Fondle my balls while you suck my cock, Whisper. Take that hot dick in your throat and fucking suck me dry,” he groaned.

She hummed on his cock in response, the vibration adding to the delight pumping into him with each suck of her talented mouth. The busty young woman pushed herself down further, taking all of him now, the head and several inches of his dick forced down her throat. She closed her eyes, her throat convulsing, gagging reflexively on the thick hard manhood blocking her breath. A hoarse, coughing hack rumbled through him from her as she gagged yet again, then pulled herself up and off his cock. His length came free with an audible slurp, Whisper’s chest heaving as she took in a deep, gasping breath. “S-Skorm’s eyes,” she swore, “Too big, can’t get it all down…” She coughed a few more times, shuddering a bit.

The youth patted her shoulders, one hand slipping down to lift her chin. “It’s all right. You don’t have to, it feels great.” She looked up at him, blinking tears back. What was that look? “Are you all right? If we need to stop, it’s fine. I don’t want you to get hurt or not enjoy this.”

Whisper felt her heart swell a bit in her chest, even as her mind reeled. He was so soft-hearted! She knew he wanted this, but he wasn’t willing to take it if it bothered her, even thought she’d offered herself up without condition. She coughed once more and smiled a patient, resigned smile. “You don’t fool me, farmboy. You just want me to stop now so you can say I didn’t do my part and claim even more later.” It wasn’t true. She knew that. He knew she knew that. But she wasn’t about to acknowledge his kindness. She still had a thumb and forefinger on the base of his cock. She slid them up, the rest of her fingers wrapping around, the youth pulling in a hissing breath. “Besides. I want this cock, and I want what’s in it.” The handjobs she’d given him had always ended with him blasting his load, and it fascinated her. That smelly, thick, creamy stuff. She wanted to feel it, to taste it.

He grinned, “Then get back to su-uuhhH!” Her mouth took him in again, to about halfway, and she started to suck hard. Her cheeks curved in from the suction, her head bobbing up and down, sliding on his spit slick shaft. Her hand returned to massaging his balls, rolling them over and through her fingers. “Damn! You horny little-guh!” Fuck! This was even better than before! “Yeah! Fucking suck it! Suck my cock!” He leaned back, moaning loudly, the black girl slurping his dick.

His hips started to pump in time with her motion, feeding his cock into her hungry mouth as her head came down. Her hand pumped him with the same motion, Whisper jerking him off while she orally pleasured his manhood. There were no words from him now; only moaning, grunting, gasping primal sounds. She sucked harder as he face fucker her faster, her hand matching his pace on his cock.

“It’s coming,” he gasped suddenly. He could feel his body gathering, his balls tensing, seeming to draw his energy down into a tight ball. “I’m going to cum! I’m-ahh! Ahhh, Avo! Oh, fuck!”

His cock throbbed in Whisper’s mouth, and she felt it swell slightly. In a split second, she made her decision. Her throat was already working when the first hot blast of jizz splattered against the roof of her mouth, swallowing down the salty, earthy tasting fluid. She shoved her mouth down further on him, moaning along with him as his member fired again and again, spurting his seed into her waiting throat. There was so much! She swallowed as hard and fast as she could, but even still, some of it leaked out of the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin.

He fell back onto the bed, feeling the wondrous weakness and lassitude of the biggest orgasm he’d ever had filling him. He beamed up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He felt Whisper’s mouth still on him, licking him clean, her hand squeezing every last drop of cum out of his balls. Finally, he felt her pull away. “Avo…that was fantastic. I can’t believe…you swallowed it all.”

She stood up with a self-satisfied smile on her face. “Almost all,” she corrected, catching the thin, oozing trail of cum on her chin with a finger and licking it clean. “Not bad, farmboy. Lots of it too.” She smirked down at him, “So, do you feel I honored the deal?”

“Hell, yes,” he answered emphatically. He propped himself up on his elbows. “You know, if you’re not tired, I could…return the favor.”

She wanted him to. But it would…alter their relationship. The deal let them continue the way she wanted it to be. They could mess around and it was still…safe. “Go to sleep, farmboy. Tomorrow, when I beat you to the graduation, you’ll have your chance.”

“…Right there? I don’t think your brother would approve. Or maybe he’s kinkier than I thought.” One of his boots hit him in the side of the head. “Ow!”

As he rubbed the impact point, he watched Whisper shaking her head as she retrieved her clothes. “Good night, farmboy,” she said with amused firmness.

“It sure is.” He crossed his hands behind his head, hearing her draw the curtain closed. The graduation tomorrow would be incredible, but he wasn’t sure it could be more momentous than what had just happened. Chuckling, he swung his legs up onto the bed and stretched out, his eyes closing and drifting off into dreams that were pleasant for a change.