Suikoden II - Supplying Magic

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Velvet fingers stirred the pearly
streaks of goo on the floor, the cumpuddle’s crosshatched
texture fading into an even glaze. As if playing with her food, Jeane
poked and prodded with her pointer and middle fingers, gathering enough
slimy seed to scoop up. Bringing her fingers to her pouty lips, the
rune sage slowly inserted them, gazed fixed on Johann’s
paralyzed form as her fingers penetrated.

“Mmmmmmm…” Jeane moaned, leisurely
dragging her fingers between her lips until they popped free, now pure
and clean. “Delicious.”

Johann’s face turned a deeper crimson. Already panicking with
the realization that Jeane was in clear line of sight with the doorway,
the little show Jeane made of her floor “cleaning”
was not
helping.

“O-okay, that’s enough. I’ll go get a rag
or a towel or something, just… get out of open sight,
please!” he pleaded.

Jeane giggled, getting off all fours and onto her knees.
“Now, why would I do that? I’m enjoying my snack.
Hee hee, what’s wrong with that?”

“Everything’s wrong with it! What if someone sees
us? How am I going to explain this? There’s no way!
I’m probably already in trouble for taking so long to get
back! The commander’s going to kill me! And then
there’s…”

Tuning Johann’s desperate pleas out, Jeane scooped up a
second helping of seed. Bringing her hand overhead, she tilted her head
back, allowing the cum to fall off her fingers in thin ropes, landing
in her open mouth.

Still in the middle of complaining, Johann stopped as he noticed
Jeane’s pose. Down on her knees, thighs spread wide, big
breasts jutting out proudly, shoulders tilted back along with her head
as thin ropes of his cum flopped into her mouth. The view was enough to
lower his blood pressure… and raise something else.

What was I talking about again?

Her second snack consumed, Jeane straightened herself. Noticing the
enchanted expression on Johann’s face, she laughed, snapping
him back to reality. “Hee hee hee! Mr. Soldier, you look
happier than I feel. Perhaps you’re enjoying this more than
you want to admit?”

“I just don’t want to get caught!” he
protested.

Jeane stood up, giggling. “Then what’s
this?” she quizzed, reaching forward to grasp
Johann’s prick. Pointing skyward, its enthusiasm betrayed him.

“Well… you’re cute,” Johann
muttered, unable to articulate any clearer than that. Jeane perked up
at Johann’s mention of “cute.”

“Tee hee, you really think so?” she asked, casually
stroking his member.
“Yeah… of course.” Johann confessed
under duress of the rune sage’s soft hand.

“Come here,” Jeane purred, gently leading Johann by
his foremost appendage to the opposing side of the reception area, next
to the side counter. Johann now faced east, toward the open doorway.
Jeane quickly moved in front of Johann, standing between him and the
open door, her predatory grin making a reappearance. With the late
afternoon light filtering in behind her, the sexy rune mistress seemed
to emit a soft silver glow.

Wow, she’s even cuter
in the light… wait, the light? Oh no…
Johann realized too late what exactly had happened: now instead of an
angled view of Jeane, anyone walking by the rune store would clearly
see the both of them together. As the realization dawned on his face,
Jeane giggled, her prominent breasts jiggling slightly under their
restraint.

“Hey… hey!” Johann searched for words.
“This is even worse! People will see you… you
know… rubbing it!”

“Oh? Are you sure
I should stop?”

“Yes!” Johann emphatically replied.

“Tee hee hee…” Jeane giggled, letting go
of Johann’s member. It waved subtly as she let go, as if
protesting. Then Jeane dropped to her knees, ponytail arcing behind her
as she went down, and swiftly took about half of Johann’s rod
into her mouth.

“Hey… hey, no!” Johann protested yet
again. But the sexpot attached to his cock wasn’t listening.
Skillfully, she undid his uniform’s buckle and tugged his
pants down, removing her mouth from his shaft just long enough to get
his waistband past. Diving back in, Jeane licked down the side of his
prick as she cupped his balls with her velvet gloved hand, gently
hefting the source of her earlier meal. Sized about as large as she
expected of someone with his… virility, they felt even
heavier than they looked, hinting that Jeane’s firm belly
would soon get another snack.

Eager for dinner, she took his shaft back into her mouth, the head
poking against the back of her throat as she bobbed along its length, a
narrow river of drool escaping her lips and running down the underside
of his length.

How did I get into this?!
Johann yelled at himself. He didn’t dare look down: instead,
he stared out the doorway, the harsh setting sunlight casting long
shadows against the store across the central walkway. To his paranoid
mind, every moving shadow, whether from a tree swaying in the early
evening breeze or a store sign swinging from its perch was a potential
life-scarring moment. He allowed that there hadn’t been any
customers—yet—and that the later it got, the less
likely it was that someone would show up. But Johann simply
didn’t want to get caught with his pants down, literally!

Below, Jeane grew slightly annoyed. Johann’s fear of being
discovered was actually outweighing his desire to fool around with her.
Jeane could count on one hand the number of times that had happened
before, and even then there had been extenuating circumstances: news of
some invasion coming at the wrong time, or a surprise attack, or some
similarly random inconvenience. Hmph, a little voyeurism never hurt
anyone!

Well, then…

Cupping and lifting Johann’s swollen ballsack with her free
hand, the silver slut dragged her tongue down underneath the twin orbs,
poking at his absolute most nether region. Following the obvious curve,
her tongue snaked between the bottom of his cheeks, and…

“Ah! Aaaaahhhhh!” Johann moaned, electric shocks of
pleasure emanating underneath him. “What are
you—aahh!”

Jeane now had Johann’s undivided attention. Finally looking
down, Johann saw Jeane’s face obscured by his balls, which
were unglamorously resting on the middle of her face, just below her
eyes. Her mouth and chin were hidden underneath his body, her tongue
darting in and out of his ass, the reason for his sudden attitude
change. Her shining blue eyes looked up at his, taking in his stunned
reaction.

She’s…
licking my… my…

The thought was too dirty to contemplate, but it was happening, and it
felt… great. He groaned in pleasure again, hiding the
discomfort accompanying the revelation. Happy with the newfound
attention but not yet ready to declare victory, Jeane one-upped
herself, pushing her tongue in further and slowly swirling it around,
as if she were kissing her long-lost soul mate. Johann jerked
violently, grabbing the counter for support, allowing another long, low
moan to slip.

There. Victory.

Pulling back, Jeane popped back up between Johann’s legs, his
ballsack swinging back into place without her face or hands to provide
support. Grinning devilishly, her mouth descended on his cock again,
its size now slightly… enhanced, thanks to her tongue. But
instead of stopping halfway as before, Jeane kept going.
Johann’s cockhead met the back of her mouth and she
swallowed, the bulging head easily entering her throat. Grabbing his
hips, Jeane pushed forward, relishing the feel of Johann’s
prick going further and further and the guttural moans he made as a
result. Soon enough, her face was pressed firmly against his crotch,
her lips tightly clenching the base of his shaft.

Then she withdrew, her tongue frantically slithering across the
underside of Johann’s shaft as it slid out, her lips slightly
stretched out as they were unwillingly pulled along. Just before the
very tip escaped her throat, Jeane lurched forward, ramming the entire
length back in its place, his balls swaying from the force.

Johann gave another loud moan, his concern about getting caught as
buried in his mind as his prick was in the slutty rune sage’s
throat. His cock throbbed in its tight prison as Jeane bobbed her head,
long silver hair swaying with her motion.

Suddenly, Johann grabbed Jeane’s head, his fingers sinking
into her silky hair. His grip firm, he rocked her head back and forth,
aggressively fucking her face. Relying on prior experience, Jeane
relaxed her jaw, allowing Johann to more easily pound her throat. His
newly-discovered aggression suited her just fine: no longer needing to
brace his hips, Jeane’s hands wandered down between his legs.
Warmly cupping his ballsack again, which by now was partially coated in
the drool escaping from her lips, she tended to it with gentle caresses
and the occasional very light squeeze.

Minutes passed, the wet sounds of Jeane’s penetrated mouth
echoing in contrast with Johann’s deep moans. He sounded like
he was ready to come, a fact reinforced by the increased speed of his
pounding. Jeane wasn’t opposed to a direct injection of cum,
but… not now.

With surprising strength, Jeane froze her head in place, resisting
Johann’s continued attempts to ram his dick into her belly.
Grabbing his forearms, she managed to pry his grip loose, then she
slowly pulled back, his drenched shaft disconnecting from her oral
grip, bobbing slightly in the air.

“Wh… whuh… what?” Johann
stammered, his brain not quite understanding why his impending release
had been denied. “Why’d you…
why’d you stop?”

Jeane managed a giggle despite her slightly raw throat.
“Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to
play?”

“Well…” Johann trailed off. Busted.

“Tee hee, I thought so.” Jeane giggled again. Then
she rose up on her knees, her breasts emerging into view. Leaning
forward, she plunged Johann’s prick into the deep valley
between them, only his strained cockhead and a very short amount of
shaft escaping envelopment in her soft yet firm cleavage.

Tugging the white straps restraining her buoyant orbs to the side,
Johann gave a sharp gasp as those magnificent spheres were freed into
open air. Her bountiful melons were full and round with little hint of
sag, as if gravity itself had long ago decided to caress and support
them, rather than weigh and drag. Her nipples pointed forward
invitingly, jutting cylinders that begged to be sucked on. Surrounding
her nipples and capping her breasts nicely, her areola were a pinkish
red about the size of a silver potch coin.

The only thing stopping Johann from diving into the magnificent bosom
on display was the fact that his penis had beaten him there. It pulsed
softly in apparent victory.
“Hee hee, do you like them?” Jeane teased. The look
on his face spoke volumes.

“Y-yes! Of course!” Johann excitedly replied.

“Tee hee, well, then…” Jeane cut herself
off and stood up, her breasts bidding farewell to the slickened penis
that had found a home between them, thin lines of saliva barely
connecting the two together. Smiling, knowing she had his full and
undivided attention, Jeane walked away toward the southwest corner of
the room. A small stairway looped around, connecting presumably to the
store’s second floor. Johann watched her the entire way, her
bare butt swaying temptingly as she walked. Arriving at the stair,
Jeane turned to look at him as she peeled her remaining velvet glove
off, laying it on the railing.

Wait, why’s she
going...?

“… Come here,” Jeane winked, turning to
ascend the stair, leaving Johann on the counter by himself. Dusk had
finally set, the only light coming from lamps inside the store and the
Dunan Castle torches outside.

Climbing to his feet, Johann looked at the other counter, seeing the
box of runes Jeane had packed earlier. He could just put his pants back
on, take the runes and leave, and come up with some excuse for the
commander about his tardiness. But… why?

Johann turned to the stairway that Jeane had just ascended, a strong
sense of longing welling up inside him.

“I’m already in trouble. The commander can
wait.” Johann resolved. Buckling his pants, Johann made for
the stairs.