Triple Thrust

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not particularly happy with the ending. I sort of got the idea from the manga, which I've never read, so it's not supposed to be accurate or anything. But that's not the reason why I'm unhappy with the ending; I just feel as if I didn't put in enough effort. I should have just left it out, but I wanted to use that last line so badly...Anyway, if anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

Also, I apologize for the sexist sentiments in this chapter. I guess in romantic and sexual settings I get a bit carried away.

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Celia’s room was surprisingly bare, with nothing distinguishing it from Kashell’s or Amy’s. A few books were stacked in the corner, and right next to them was a pallet barely big enough for two people. It was here that Celia bade Lawfer sit.

Once the two were seated, Celia thrust her chest forward, reminding Lawfer once again of her gorgeous breasts. They were neither too big nor too small; they would fit perfectly in Lawfer’s hands.

“Touch them,” Celia whispered. “Touch them with your hands and mouth.”

Lawfer shyly reached out and took one in his right hand, feeling her weight and soft skin. He brushed one thumb against her nipple, surprised at its hardness. Then, very slowly, he lowered his mouth, taking in what he could, reaching out with his other hand to hold her other one.

“Ah! Yes, that’s it…” Celia sighed happily. “Now suck on one nipple and roll the other between your fingers.”

Lawfer obeyed, loving the feel of his lips and tongue against her flesh, loving the feel of his nipple against his fingertips, sucking greedily at her breast, until finally Celia said, “Stop.”

Lawfer lifted his head, and she added, “Move your head lower…now use your mouth on my pussy.”

Lawfer turned bright red again, lowering his head until he could detect her scent. It was strong and musky, and it filled Lawfer with desire. He buried his face between her legs and inhaled sharply, filling his nostrils with the aroma of her arousal. His tongue darted out, sliding between her labia and coating itself in her juices.

“Oh gods, Lawfer…” Celia mumbled, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. “Yes…now, quickly, stick it inside me!”

Lawfer now knew what she meant, and he quickly found her opening, sliding his tongue inside, penetrating her as deeply as he could. Encouraged by her lustful moans, he withdrew his tongue and let it go back in again, tongue-fucking her to the best of his ability.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, and continued to pull his hair, causing pain that excited him all the more. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!” She began to grind her cunt against his face, thrusting her hips in a rhythm directed by pure lust.

Lawfer was clumsy, his tongue moving in every direction now, and it was by accident that he hit the nub at the top, not realizing just how sensitive it was, or that it even existed.

“Ahhhh!” Celia cried. “Lawfer, stay up there…oh fuck…Lick it, suck it, I don’t care what, just make me come!”

Curious, Lawfer moved his tongue back up to the tiny bud of her clitoris. He licked it first, coaxing it out from underneath its hood. He then began to suck, greedily, hungrily, occasionally moving his tongue back out to lap up her juices. He put his hands on her thighs to gain better access, pleasing her as best he could, becoming further aroused by her moans and the death grip she had on his hair.

When Celia came, he could feel her muscles twitching against his face, and she squeezed his head with her thighs, crying his name amidst a myriad of obscenities.

And then it was over. Celia relaxed her entire body, falling back on the bed. Lawfer crawled next to her and lay down, wanting to feel her supple body against his.

“That was fantastic, Lawfer,” Celia sighed, caressing his face gently. “But remember how I said I was going to punish you later?”

Lawfer’s heart began to pound nervously. Punish. The word stirred excitement in him. He couldn’t understand it. Why had he been so afraid when the interrogators had said it, yet loved the sound of that word when it left Celia’s lips?

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured, hands flying instinctively to his groin, automatically attempting to hide his growing erection.

Celia stood up, and Lawfer could see the juices from her recent orgasm glistening on her thighs.

“Get on your hands and knees, slut, and turn around so your ass is facing me,” she commanded.

Lawfer’s eyes widened. “Slut?” he repeated, not even aware of Celia knowing such a word.

“Yes,” Celia answered, unable to help smiling down at him. “You’re my slut.”

That didn’t make sense to Lawfer, who had only heard the word used in reference to women. But he didn’t want to disappoint, and he turned around to assume the position.

“On second thought,” Celia said, a wicked note in her voice, “get on your back and spread your legs. Let me show you what I mean.”

Lawfer spun around and lay down on his back, shyly spreading his legs apart, and for the first time Celia was able to get a good look at his cock.

It was bigger than she’d expected, about six inches. Perfect for her first time. A light layer of pubic hair nestled around the base—enough to show he was a man, but not so much that it would get in the way.

She slowly lowered her mouth to his cock and brushed her lips against it. Lawfer moaned and pushed his hips forward. Then, she took his cock into her mouth, pushing it all the way in like before. She swirled her tongue all around it, moving it up and down his length, making him cry out. She sucked at it and pushed her breasts against his testicles, and he moaned loudly, “Oh gods…please…don’t…”

Celia almost stopped when he said “Don’t,” but then she remembered the safe word they had agreed upon, and kept going. Feeling bolder, she stuck one of her fingers inside her mouth and took it out again, making sure it was glistening with saliva. Then, she lifted up his hits a tiny bit and inserted it into his anus.

“Huh!?” The invader caught Lawfer off-guard, but he trusted Celia and went along with it. It felt surprisingly good—a sensation utterly new to him, as he had been taught that men were the ones who penetrated the women.

Suddenly, Celia removed her finger from his ass and his cock from her mouth, and stood up again before lowering herself onto him, straddling his hips and keeping him on his back with her hands.

When his cock entered her, she cringed just slightly as it tore at her virgin membrane and stretched her, filling her well.

“Are you okay?” Lawfer asked, temporarily out of character. He knew it hurt women the first time—although he did not know why.

“Yeah…” she panted, forgetting her character as well. Then, she shook her head and began to ride him, rocking back and forth as she bounced up and down along his length.

Lawfer’s head spun. He had never, in his entire life, felt anything like this. She was so warm, wet…and tight. Her opening was just barely big enough to admit him, and he loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her insides…his mind was so blissfully blank, he was completely unaware of his pleasured cries and entreaties for her not to stop, to let him come.

Then, suddenly, Celia climbed off of him, saying, “Remember that punishment…?”

Lawfer cried out in disappointment, having been denied his precious orgasm. For a moment, his mind remained blank, unsure what to make of a situation.

“You’ll thank me later,” Celia laughed, “I promise. Now…get on your hands and knees again, facing away from me.”

Lawfer did so, slowly, almost absently. He wondered what she was going to…

SMACK!

Celia’s hand came down on his ass, nearly shocking him into falling on his face.

“You’ve been a naughty boy,” she scolded, “stroking your hard cock while thinking about me, coming without my permission!” She swatted him again, making him cry out this time. “Crying out my name…” SMACK! “Thinking about my pussy…” SMACK! “Begging me to fuck you…” SMACK!

By now Lawfer’s rump was bright red, and yet Celia continued to spank him, enjoying his cries of both pleasure and pain, watching his grip on the sheets tighten and slacken, and knowing he must be very hard.

Lawfer was trying not to come, even though he knew Celia would spank him more if he did. He wanted this feeling to last, and he wanted to save the release for when he and Celia were joined together.

Finally, Celia ended her assault on his helpless backside and said, “Stay right where you are. I’m going to get some things, and then I have a surprise in store for you.”

As Lawfer waited, the skin on his ass still stinging, he wondered how she was going to surprise him. His cock throbbed with anticipation as he stayed in position for what seemed like an eternity.

At last he heard Celia’s footsteps walk through the door, and she knelt down next to him with some rope in her hands and…Lawfer stared curiously at what she was wearing on her hips. There was an odd penis-shaped…thing strapped onto her waist.

“It’s made of wax,” Celia explained when she saw his bewildered gaze. “And I’m going to fuck you with it.”

Lawfer’s eyes widened and his erection began to grow once more. This would be the perfect opportunity to act out his fantasy. “Yes,” he whispered. “Make me submit to you.”

Celia pushed Lawfer’s head down so it was resting on her bed, which pushed his ass further into the air. Then, she pulled his arms behind his back and began to tie them together.

“Wh…what are you doing?” Lawfer whimpered, pretending to struggle against the bonds which held him.

“Do as I say and you won’t get hurt,” said his assailant, now working on binding his ankles. “I’m going to plunge my big, hard cock into your ass, and you’re going to love it.” She inserted two of her fingers inside him. This time, they felt cold and slippery, and he yelped, trying to back up so they’d go further inside.

“You like this, don’t you?” murmured Celia, positioning herself behind him. She added a third finger, spreading them, stretching Lawfer’s hole as best as she could.

“Nnnngh!” Lawfer began to pant, wanting Celia inside him, yearning to be reamed by her cock. “No…please don’t…let me go, I beg of you,” he moaned, arousal dripping from each word.

Celia laughed wickedly and pulled out her fingers. “You’re a terrible actor, you know,” she hissed. “I know you like this. And I know you’re going to love this.” She pressed the wax dildo against Lawfer’s opening and began to push. “Let me hear you beg.”

Lawfer couldn’t take it anymore; pretending he didn’t want Celia to fuck him was becoming too difficult. “Yes…oh, gods, please fuck me! I need to feel you in me!”

That was enough for Celia, and she slowly began to insert her well-lubed cock into Lawfer’s ass. Lawfer yelped and began to push back as best he could, but Celia gave him a hard slap again.

“Not yet, slut,” she commanded him. “I’ll enter you when I’m ready.” Her hand reached around to feel how hard his cock was, and she grinned in satisfaction when she found it was rock-hard and throbbing like nobody’s business.

Lawfer yelped as she drove further into him, gripping the sheets tightly to keep from backing up against her. He wanted to take the whole thing, wanted her to impale him on her cock.

“Are you liking this, Lawfer?” she asked him, pushing more, watching as the wax disappeared inside him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Lawfer cried. “Please don’t stop!”

“All right, then,” Celia said. “Here I come!” And she roughly grabbed Lawfer’s hips and drove the rest of the way into him with all her might.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!” the blonde screamed, partly in pain but mostly with the overwhelming stimulation of being filled all the way.

Celia then began to thrust in and out of him, slowly at first, then faster. She started moaning, for every time she slammed into him, her end of the wax cock rubbed against her clit, creating a sensation unlike anything she’d previously experienced.

“You like this, slave?” she panted. “You like me fucking you with my big, hard cock?” She loved this feeling of being the man, of Lawfer being pounded like a woman. She reached out and grabbed Lawfer’s hair in one of her hands, pulling his head up that he cried out in pain. “Scream for me, bitch!”

Lawfer began to wail, tears welling up in his eyes, but still he did not say the safe word. Being dominated like this was sexier than anything he could have imagined. He knew he could be coming soon.

“C…Ce…” he began, but she slapped his ass again.

“Don’t say my name yet,” she moaned into his ear. “I want to hear you scream my name in orgasm.” She pumped in and out of him, faster, harder, deeper every time, reaming him, pulling his hair, spanking him, treating him like her sex toy.

“You’re taking it all, like a good little bitch,” she panted, and that was when he came, splattering his hot cum against his stomach, screaming her name at the top of his lungs, making her come, too.

“Oh, gods…Lawfer…” Celia collapsed on top of him, her “cock” still buried deep inside him. “That was…excellent…amazing.”

“Really?” Lawfer whispered, too weak to say anything else.

She kissed him on the ear and gently stroked his hair. “Yes.”

***

It was the night of the new moon, and the cloudy sky blotted out any starlight that might shine down on the house.

“Please, Lawfer,” Celia begged, “won’t you reconsider?”

Lawfer shook his head. “I have to go back to Artolia. I have a duty to serve my country, and I must let the king know about the terrible conditions of the jail, and how innocent people are sent there.”

“What about me?” Celia’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Aren’t you supposed to serve me, too? I’m your mistress, aren’t I?”

Lawfer looked surprised for a moment, and then he smiled, that sweet, gentle smile she had always loved about him. Then, he stepped forward and whispered in her ear:

“Triple Thrust.”

Celia began to cry then, realizing what the words meant. “Lawfer…I…I don’t want…”

Lawfer threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly, his arms stronger than she remembered. “Forgive me, Celia. I will miss you. I promise, if I live, I will come back and be yours again.”

Celia rested her head on his shoulder for one beautiful moment, breathing in the scent of his hair and skin, knowing that she would probably never see him again. Once again, he was the man, strong and determined and damn stubborn. There was nothing she could do or say to make him stay, but she was grateful for the time they had spent together.

“Thank you, Lawfer,” she whispered.

Lawfer ran a hand through her hair and kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you, Celia.”

***

Lawfer did not survive that night. One of the undead, a vampire, could not resist sinking its fangs into the gentle spearman’s soft, white flesh. It overpowered him easily by catching him by surprise, and drank deeply of his blood, making a feast out of the hapless knight’s life.

Lawfer knew he would soon be finished—he would soon become one of the undead, a soul trapped within a corpse’s shell, until someone put him out of his misery.

As his eyes closed, Lawfer’s last thought was, Forgive me, mistress. It looks like I won’t be able to serve you anymore.

THE END