Suikoden II - Supplying Magic

UPDATE: Corrected the crazy formatting.

Thanks to Streti for serving as editor, graciously surrendering moments of his time to make this story work.

***

“You’re leaving already?”

Johann turned toward the voice. Lying there on the bed, the thin sheets only accentuating her curves, she looked angelic. “I have to. I didn’t really count on… uh… you know…”

She giggled, a cute little “tee hee” that would seem strange coming from anyone else. “Of course. You have duties, and responsibilities, and whatever else it is you soldiers have. Just…” she trailed off and rose up, the sheets cascading away from her perfect body. “… Come back soon.”


Six hours earlier…


“Aren’t you leaving already?”

Johann turned toward the voice, snapping to attention at the sight of his commanding officer. Despite their physical disparity—Johann was well over a head taller and probably 20 pounds heavier—he was still intimidated by his commander’s mere presence. “Sir?” “You heard me, kid. I told you at morning brief to handle acquisition duty this week! Orange Company can’t fight Highlanders without supplies!”

Gulp. “S-sir! I, I already made acquisitions! Four sparring swords, eight leather hats, seven leather coats, and four pairs of gloves! Delivered to the barracks training level as ordered, sir!”

“WRONG!” the now annoyed CO roared back. “When I give you orders, you are expected to follow them to the letter! I gave you a list! You brought me back only half of what I asked for! I would not be standing here chewing your ass out if you had looked AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ACQUISITIONS LIST!”

Of course. The simple things always get me in trouble!

“Sir! No excuses, sir!”

“Damnit, kid, what am I going to do with you? We’re at war! Your heart’s in it but your head’s in the clouds. Just… go get the damn supplies before I change my mind about letting you off the hook. And do it BEFORE evening shift change! Don’t say anything, just scram.”

Johann made for the door as quick as his legs could take him.

***

Safely outside the barracks and the vocal range of his immediate superior, Johann took out his acquisitions list and flipped it over. “Let’s see… 20 Medicine, 5 Antitoxin… Flaming Arrows… a Cheek Guard… four Water Runes? Two Earth Runes? That can’t be right. Orange Company isn’t a magic unit. I don’t even look like a mage! The rune suppliers wouldn’t give me a thing!”

The image of his company commander’s red-from-screaming face flashed in Johann’s mind. “… I’ll take my chances with the suppliers. Items first.”

***

90 minutes later, Johann found himself outside of the tavern, having completed his item purchases on the second floor above. “I still can’t believe this,” Johann muttered to himself. “Runes? Really? I have to see this again.” Pulling his list back out, there was indeed a specific list of runes to be procured. “Four Water Runes, two Earth Runes, and a Fire Rune. How does he expect me to pay for this? The other stores give us what we ask for and send the bill to the higher-ups. The rune store isn’t obligated to give me a damn thing. They’ll probably think I’m trying to con them.” As usual, Johann was quite adept at talking himself into problems that wouldn’t otherwise exist.

Still muttering to himself, he continued. “… You know, I’ve never actually been to the rune store before. Actually, I’ve never even seen it before.” It definitely wasn’t on the path to the barracks, at least. Still, someone had to know. Why not ask? The tavern’s right there. Rounding the corner from the second floor stair, Johann entered the tavern, already buzzing with activity despite the clock not yet reading six. Many of the patrons were seated at the bar, making eyes at the bartender, a standout in her red dress. But Johann wasn’t here to ogle women. Besides, he wasn’t yet old enough to drink. Instead, Johann approached a nearby table, two middle-aged men—one fat and one thin—its only patrons. They seemed to be having quite the conversation, if their wide-eyed faces and exaggerated hand motions meant anything. The numerous empty beer mugs between them probably helped the conversation move along quite nicely.

“Erm… excuse me, sirs.” Johann muttered for an introduction. The two ignored him, too involved in their own conversation to care. “Didja see when they almost slipped out?” the skinny one asked excited. “Um… sirs?” Johann asked again. The fat one laughed even louder. “Slipped?! BURST!” The man brought his hands up to his chest and arced his arms out, mimicking an explosion. The skinny man joined the fat one in his raucous laughter.

“HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!” Johann yelled, finally getting the two drunkards’ attention. The fat one took a look at the tall soldier and broke out in smiles. “Hahahahey! Look! Iss one of dose heroes! Siddown, got lots of beer fer a guy like you!” Johann shook his head. Hero? “No, no thank you, sir. I just wanted to ask you—“ “LEONA! Anodder round here!” the skinny one yelled at the bartender. Shaking her head, she ignored the drunk and kept on with her duties at the bar.

“Uh… like I was saying. Sirs, I just wanted to ask you, do you know where the rune store is?” The two drunks stopped their belligerence immediately, sharply looking at the awkward Johann as if he had just said aliens landed in the courtyard. “Are you SERIOUS?” the fat one bellowed. The skinny one was just as offended: “How can you be here for more than 5 minutes and not know?!” Johann grimaced. Getting told off by drunks wasn’t exactly a confidence builder. “I know there’s no excuse. Just, please, tell me where it is and you can get back to your beer,” Johann sighed.

The two drunks just looked at each other, completely confused for reasons beyond Johann’s understanding. “Fine, kiddo, it’ll put hair on yer chest!” The fat one guffawed. “Jes leave this here place and head outside. Ya go left round the corner and straight down. Look for th’ crowd.”

Was that so hard? Johann wanted to ask. Instead: “Thank you very much, sirs.” Johann turned and left, leaving the two drunks alone.

Wait, did they say to look for a crowd?

***

Moments later, Johann found himself standing at the rear of a modestly sized throng in front of the discovered-at-long-last rune store.

“There really IS a crowd! I guess being drunk doesn’t totally impair you…” he said to no one in particular. Not that I’d know, Johann silently admitted to himself. But why are people gathering in front of a rune store? Not everyone can use runes, let alone afford them. Maybe those circus performers are out today, he concluded. Needing to get on with his task, Johann approached the nearest crowd member, a middle-aged male in a light blue robe.

“Excuse me, sir. I’m just curious: why are so many people standing out in front of the rune store? Is something going on?” Immediately, the man turned toward Johann, a look of mild shock on his face.

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘is something going on?’ Wait, lemme guess: you new here?” he inquired almost rudely.
“Well, not really, I just—“

Of course you’re new here, how else would you not know? C’mere, kiddo.” Putting his arm around Johann’s neck, as if they were longtime drinking buddies, the man virtually dragged Johann around the outside edge of the crowd, winding up at the north side of the store. A large, open window faced the road, giving passers-by an expansive view into the building. Like almost everything else in the lakeside castle, it put his hometown, the Forest Village, to shame. And then Johann saw someone adjacent to the store counter.

“… Lord Riou! Wow, I’ve never seen him in person!” Johann blurted excitedly.
“Whaaaaat?” The man’s exasperation was evident, as was the scent of alcohol on his breath. Is everyone around here drunk? Johann wondered.
“Kid, your eyes working right? Riou’s a good guy an’ all, fighting them Highland bastards. But who caaaares? Look at THAT!” Then he pointed at the near side of the window. Looking again, Johann wondered what the big deal was. Lord Riou, THE Lord Riou, was right there! Who was more attention grabbing than him?

And then Johann saw the person Lord Riou was talking to. The rune store owner. Johann had been expecting an eccentric middle aged man, as practically every civilian in the castle seemed to be. Instead, he was looking at the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

Striking silver hair tied up into a messy, yet somehow elegant, ponytail.
A soft face decorated by emerald green eyes and thin ruby red lips.
Long legs, one of them bare, stretching out endlessly to her front.
A perfectly flat belly, highlighted by just enough muscle tone.
Narrow shoulders and slender arms, girthed in full-length purple velvet.
Most prominent, a rather large bust, pressed together and only partially covered by two straps of her half-missing white dress.

I have to talk to her? Just the concept alone intimidated Johann. He marveled at this woman who seemed to radiate silver light. Suddenly, Johann’s view seemed to take on a faint pink tint… and then it was gone. What was that?

“Hey! HEEEEY!” someone yelled. Everyone in the crowd, including Johann, collectively looked to their left. Someone was gesturing from the direction of the tavern.

“Heeeeey! Guys, get over here! Karen’s back! She’s table dancing again! COME ON!” And then he ducked back inside, apparently determined not to miss the show. The words “Karen” and “table dancing” were all anyone needed to hear: the entire crowd rushed towards the tavern, leaving Johann by himself.

Is everyone around here a pervert? Johann wondered, the irony escaping him.

Then, just as suddenly as the crowd had dissipated, Lord Riou emerged from the rune store. Ignoring Johann, or at least not seeing him, he sped off to the north, toward the water mill. Now it was just him… and her. Why does that make me so anxious? Well, better get this over with. Johann stepped into the rune store, feeling as if he was entering a lion’s den.

And there was the lioness, seated behind the counter. She reclined back in her chair, arms crossed underneath her sizeable breasts, the displacement only enhancing their prominence. Her left leg was propped against the counter, revealing its full length. On the wall behind her was a wide array of crystalline orbs, each containing an arcane symbol: runes. Caught off guard by the sight, Johann found himself staring at the perfect woman and her wall of magic.

“Well, hello there,” she said immediately. Her voice sounded soft, almost like an angel’s… but also had a seductive undertone, a little hint that she would be more than happy to provide some hands-on customer service on her side of the counter…

Where did THAT come from?! Johann reacted. No, think about it later…

“Um, h-hello.” Johann stammered. “I’m here to… I’d like to acquire some runes. You see, my commander, he put me on acquisition duty today. He g-gave me a list, it’s…“ Johann trailed off, searching his uniform’s pockets. “Here it is! He wants me to bring these runes back.” Johann put the letter on the counter, which Jeane immediately picked up and scanned, reclining in her seat as she read.

“See, it’s got an official army seal and signature and everything on there, so it should be okay! I know it’s strange, an infantry unit asking for runes and all, and I don’t really understand it either, but if you could please—“

“Tee hee, of course.” Jeane said simply, interrupting Johann’s verbosity. She set the list back down on the counter, turning her attention back to him. She was quickly taking a shine to her latest customer. Something about his earnestness…

“… R-Really? Are you sure?” Johann was taken aback by how easily she had agreed. He had expected an argument, or at least initial disbelief that he really was ordered to be here.

“Absolutely,” she assured him. “If you can use them, that is, Mr. Soldier.”

“Huh?” Johann was puzzled. “Of course we can use them, we need to beat Highland, and—“ his argument was cut short by another giggle. “No, no, silly. I know all about the war effort. I mean whether or not you personally can use them. As in, bear them.” Jeane shifted in her seat, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the countertop, chin resting in her hands. Her arms formed parallel lines on either side of her breasts, framing them exactly.

“Oh.” Johann fell flat, both from the retort and the new and improved view of Jeane’s breasts. “Well… how do you do that? Does it hurt?” Does it hurt? I sound like a kid…

“Tee hee, of course not. And even if rune slotting did hurt, shouldn’t a professional soldier such as yourself be able to put up with a little twinge of discomfort?” Jeane replied, increasingly amused and interested by this young soldier visiting her.

“Yeah… I-I guess you’re right. Okay, what do I do?”

Smiling, Jeane stood up, revealing her full height, about one head shorter than Johann. “Hold out your right hand, of course. And tell me your name, hm?”

“Johann,” he replied simply. “Uh, do you really… you know, need my hand for this?”

“Of course I do. Why else would I ask?” Jeane tilted her head slightly, still smiling. “Don’t worry, Mr. Soldier. I don’t bite. Unless you ask, hee hee.”

Suddenly uncomfortable, Johann stammered out: “Well, n-no… I just… don’t… really haven’t any experience with magic, and… uh… you know…”

Jeane interrupted: “Oh? I don’t know, I’m afraid. Please, tell me. Magic isn’t scary stuff. That is, if you’re on the right end of it, tee hee.”

“Um… well…” Johann started. “It’s just that… well, I’m a little nervous because… you know…. you’re cute.”

“Oh?” Jeane asked, slightly taken aback. “Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” She leaned forward, taking on some of Johann’s eagerness.

“Y-yeah… you are. So, I’m… a little nervous.”

Jeane giggled. “I get it. And thank you, Mr. Soldier. You know, you’re the first to ever call me that. So, all services rendered today are free of charge. Now, your hand, please.”

Why did I just say that? She IS cute, but… why tell her? What’s wrong with me? Johann extended his right arm over the counter, allowing Jeane to inspect his hand. She bracketed his hand with both of hers, and Johann could feel a twinge of… something. Magical energy? He had no idea how this worked.

“Jeane,” she parodied, a giggle following immediately. Then she fell silent in concentration. A brief moment later, she looked up and smiled.

“Well, Mr. Soldier. You’ll have your runes. It looks like your right hand is receptive.”

“Really?” Johann asked, feeling a bit of elation. “But… how do you use them?”

Jeane smiled. “Oh, using a rune is easy. Slot one and raise your hand skyward. The problem is, you can only use it 2 or 3 times before needing a rest. Proficiency is gained with time and experience. No cheating, tee hee.”

Johann nodded. “But… I have to bring the runes back first. May I please have them? I’m grateful for the bonus slot reading, but I really need to go.”

“Oh, a bonus, is it…” Jeane trailed off, pondering. “That reminds me. I have a… rare find in stock today. Two, in fact. I haven’t really found someone worth offering them to, but you… would you perhaps like to inspect them?” Jeane inquired almost teasingly.

Johann was suddenly tentative again: something was a little wrong here. But, what choice did he have? Finally: “Of course, but I don’t have much money on me…”

Walking around the counter, Jeane shook her head, giggling. “All services provided today are free of charge, remember?” And then she was in front of Johann, her silver radiance on full display. “Including this.”

Suddenly, Jeane pulled forward on Johann's outstretched hand, sandwiching it between her breasts. Their soft warmth enveloped his hand, contrasting with Johann’s sudden paralysis: he was frozen in place, completely shocked.

What… what… is… she…

Standing back up, Jeane took hold of Johann’s frozen hand with of both of hers, slowly moving it down her torso. Johann’s eyes following as his hand was guided underneath the waist of her dress. Then…

“Ah… right there…” Jeane tilted her head back and moaned as Johann’s hand made contact, her small fingers expertly manipulating his. Jeane’s chest started rising and falling as she panted softly, her nipples poking out beneath the oh-so-thin fabric of her dress. Coming out of his momentary stupor, Johann belatedly realized… She’s using my fingers to… to… do herself!

“Y-y-y-you’re… what…” Johann stammered like trapped prey.

Jeane brought her gaze back to Johann, a fox-like grin breaking out on her face. Wordlessly, she manipulated his fingers into the crotch of her g-string, dragging his index finger back and forth across her smooth slit. Her crotch was soaking wet, and Johann’s hand was now coated in her… her… he couldn’t bring himself to think it.

Jeane stepped forward, pressing herself against Johann, backing him up against the wall next to the entryway. He could feel the swell of the rune sage’s large breasts mashed against his body, the sopping wet of her… her area… and then she brought his wrist up, causing his fingers to easily slide upwards into her slit. She exhaled into his chest, relishing the feel of his fingers spreading her open, the squishing sounds being made as she pumped his hand up and down. It wasn’t masturbation, but somehow it still was… and it felt grand. Wanting more, Jeane raised and lowered her hips, dragging herself against Johann’s fingers, all pretense of decorum gone as she rode his hand. To her left, the doorway stood wide open, a perfect view outside.

Realizing this, the lust-controlled seductress looked up at Johann and moaned, “They can—ah!—see.. anyone walking by can see—YES!—if they just look in the door… and—oh, yes, YES, it’s so good—I want them to!” Jeane locked eyes with Johann, who by now was starting to regain conscious function and was willingly fingering the desperate temptress, his inexperience telling him to just wiggle his fingers around. Jeane buried her face against Johann’s chest and let out a muffled cry of pleasure.

If Johann hadn’t realized the proximity of the door before, he did now. Escape from this mind-boggling woman leaning on him, breathing on him, was right there.

I can do it: Just sort of push her back a little and run. I’d never have to come back. What is she doing?! Johann silently plotted his escape from this terrifying turn of events, and—Terrifying? Johann caught himself. This? Terrifying? He turned his gaze away from the door and back on Jeane. Terrifying is hiding under a small wooden shield from a Highland archery unit’s volley. Terrifying is standing at attention as the commander yells about “his beloved Corps.” Terrifying is… not her.

Lord Riou, I think I understand now.

Suddenly, things were different. Tentatively, like a baby taking its first step, Johann straightened his fingers, nudging them further inside. Immediately, Jeane looked up at him, smiling like a proud parent.

“Well, Mr. Soldier? Is your brain working again? At least your fingers are, tee hee.” Johann’s face turned crimson as the reality of what he was doing set in.

“I, uh…” he stammered. “Just… I don’t… understand. Why? Why me? Why suddenly… push yourself on me? Something like this isn’t exactly common!”

Jeane giggled again, shaking her head. “You can’t tell? Okay…” she trailed off and rose on her tiptoes, dragging her breasts up Johann’s chest, her nipples stabbing into his chestplate. Leaning into his left ear, she whispered, as if telling a secret. “You’re honest. You’re earnest. You’re innocent. You’re young, in so many ways. Look around you. There are fighters, gamblers, even dirty old men. They’ve all been beaten down by life.” She stopped to giggle again, her breath softly caressing Johann’s ear. “You say this isn’t common? I say you’re not common. I like you.”

Before Johann could respond, Jeane shifted around and kissed him full on the lips, cutting off whatever silly complaint or disbelief he was about to utter. Below, Johann’s hand went on autopilot, resuming his clumsy attempt at fingering the angel confessing to him, making her moan into the kiss. No longer necessary, Jeane withdrew her hands from underneath her dress and brought the left to Johann’s crotch and gave a light squeeze. “AH!” Johann jumped, breaking the kiss. Jeane giggled, amused.

“Oh, stop that. This is the least I have in store for you.” Jeane’s fox-like grin returned as she undid the front of Johann’s pants, allowing her to reach for his penis, her firm grip enwrapping his shaft as it sprung into view. Jeane looked down at the object in her hand, then up at him, the fox-grin replaced with a more appreciative smile.

“Ah, youth.” A rather obvious compliment, though it immediately struck Johann as odd: Jeane didn’t look much older than him, so why bring that up? She’s not old… right? Not that Johann had much time to play Detective Richmond: just as she laid her right hand on Johann’s shoulder, Jeane began stroking him with her left, the slow drag of soft velvet sending electric tingles through his body. Like everyone else older than 12, Johann had masturbated before, but… it was nothing like this. Leaning back against the wall for support, Johann shut his eyes and let out a long, deep moan.

“Oh, Miiisssss Jeeeeeane!” a bubbly voice called out nearby.
Oh CRAP! Johann almost blurted, snapping out of his brief reverie. Instinctively, he began darting for the nearest hiding place—but was stopped by Jeane shifting into his path, cutting him off. Still smiling, still caressing his shaft, she put a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.
“But, but—“
“Shhhh. Just stay put.”

Not that Johann had a choice. Looking to his right, the doorway was already occupied by the person who had just called out. Now totally frozen in absolute fear of being caught out in the open, he just looked at the person leaning in… and realized the person wasn’t looking at him. Instead, the person—a woman with a cropped red headdress and a tight blue dress—was looking at the counter on the other side of the doorway, completely ignorant of the scene just behind her.

“Miss Jeane!” The bubbly voice said again. “I sold so many scrolls today! This town is great! Everyone will know about ‘Raura and her magic scrolls’ soon! But I need more runes to convert before… huh?” she trailed off, finally noticing that she was speaking to empty air.

Don’t turn around, don’t turn around, don’t turn around…

“Aww, Miss Jeane’s not here. She must be out. But that’s so strange. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her close early. But if she’s closed, why is the door wide open?”

Don’t look, please don’t look…

“Maybe she got more runes in and she’s unpacking them! Yeah! But wouldn’t she unpack them here? Why does she need to go somewhere else?”

Don’t, don’t don’t… Johann kept thinking, eying Raura like his life depended on it. He looked for any sign that she might just go away, but no, she just stood in place, her backside pointed right at him. Her backside… despite his internal panic, somehow Johann fixated on Raura’s figure, her blue dress accentuating her hourglass form. Johann’s eyes followed the curve of Raura’s waist down to her flared hips, paying close attention to how her ass jutted forward like a cliff edge, the dress somehow clinging to its full curve. What am I doing?! Johann yelled in his head.

As he eyed the scroll maker’s backside, Johann could feel Jeane’s hand speeding up, graduating from a casual rubbing to a full-throttle handjob, her velvet hand pistoning up and down the full length of Johann’s now-throbbing prick. Tearing his gaze away from Raura’s butt, he looked back at Jeane, a borderline evil grin on her face. Her hand glided effortlessly as she milked Johann’s length, shamelessly doing her best to get him off right then and there. Exercising what little self-control he had left, Johann shot Jeane a pleading look, silently begging her to stop. Please!

Jeane just shook her head, determined not to pass up what to her was a wonderful and unique opportunity. Knowing what was coming next, she moved her free hand to muffle Johann’s mouth, the puzzled youth’s eyes going wide as he realized—again—that he was trapped. When he looked back at Raura to make sure she hadn’t yet turned around, Jeane pounced. Tightening her grip on his manhood, her arm turned into a blur as she sped up, jerking him off as fast as she was physically able. Simultaneously, she spun her hand, giving Johann a spiral-shaped handjob from base to tip. His eyes bugged and he groaned, Jeane’s hand on his mouth the only thing preventing Johann from giving everything away. He kept staring at Raura, almost afraid of what he would see if he looked at Jeane.

“Oh… well, I guess she has good reasons,” Raura finally concluded to herself. “I’ll come back tomorrow!” Turning to her right, Raura walked out, her wiggling hips the focal point of Johann’s gaze. Somehow, some way, he was safe… and then he felt it. An electric surge up his spine. Jeane’s hand was overpowering him.

“Ahhhh!” he finally blurted out. “J-Jeane! Please, stop! I can’t…. I’m going to… aaaaah!” Johann groaned as he finally came, months of backed up cum shooting out, arcing upward and falling to earth. His knees buckled, threatening to give out, but he again leaned against the wall and propped himself up through what was the best release of his inexperienced life. It felt like hours.

Groaning, panting, Johann finally opened his eyes, the ceiling meeting his gaze. The spiral-piston handjob had stopped. His knees were holding. He hadn’t been caught in the most embarrassing situation of his life. Relief washed over him… and then he looked down. Somewhere along the line, Jeane had crouched in front of him, and her face took the brunt of the storm. Thick ropes of cum crisscrossed her face, her beautiful visage blurred under the liquid glaze. Her silver hair was now matted with white jizz highlights eagerly soaking into her rose-scented scalp. The rune sage’s open mouth had a sizeable pool of cum floating inside, with additional strands dangling freely around, suspended from her ruby lips. Still more had trailed down her neck and had made it between her breasts, trapped between those gravity-defiant orbs, though some had leaked out and made it as far as her flat belly, streaking down the muscle line of her midsection. Somehow, cum had even arced over Jeane and landed on the wooden floor behind her, splattering like a cannonball that had overshot its target.

Did… I do this? Johann puzzled. Looking at the mess, he couldn’t help but feel… accomplished. And then Jeane stirred, her tongue poking out of the sperm sea in her mouth, licking the dangling threads and adding them to the pool. Closing her mouth, she swallowed, the gooey mass eagerly traveling down her throat, bulging slightly as it fell. And then she opened her eyes, two clear blue orbs in a sea of blurry grease. And she smiled.

“What a wonderful gift you’ve given me, Mr. Soldier! It’s my all time favorite.” she purred. “And so much, too! I can’t let this go to waste. It would be rude.” Leaning back to give Johann an improved view, Jeane removed the velvet glove of her right hand and put two fingers on her midriff, dragging them up along the leaky trail of cum, following its trail in reverse. Johann’s eyes followed her fingers hypnotically, watching as they wedged between her breasts, displacing what turned out to be a fair amount of cum, seeping out from the crammed valley and adhering to her palm. Emerging from the top of her cleavage, Jeane’s fingers glided ever upward, across the top of her chest and over her thin neck, then under her chin, and then to her mouth. His gaze fixed, Johann observed in fascinated amazement as the angelic seductress before him licked at her now-slimy hand, methodically ingesting his gooey cum as if she were starved. Knowing full well the attention being given to her, Jeane made a show of it, puckering her lips and inserting each finger into her mouth, her eyes locked on his as she imitated a blowjob on all five fingers, slurping each digit clear and clean.

Johann could not believe his eyes. Like all teenagers, he had fooled around with a cute girl a time or two, but… not like this. They were just as embarrassed and clumsy as he was, and so things never got very far. But this… it was like watching a lioness cleaning up after the strike. More than a little intimidating, but also…

“Hee hee, I see you’re back at attention, Mr. Soldier.” Jeane teased, interrupting Johann’s flashback. She was looking at his crotch, his penis jutting out, pointed directly at Jeane as if begging for more attention. Blushing, Johann surrendered to the obvious.

“I, uh… can’t help it. You’re… what you’re doing is… ah, I mean…”

Giggling again, Jeane rose and stepped forward, again pressing herself tightly against Johann. He groaned, his prick trapped between the rock that was his torso and the soft place that was Jeane’s bare belly. Not that he could worry about it; Jeane’s beautiful face was mere inches from his, and he could see up close the mess he had made, albeit half-cleaned. Standing out even more than the goo staining her face was the smile adorning it. This… isn’t so bad, Johann admitted to himself.

“Oh? What do you mean? You can tell me.” She paused briefly, then stood on her tiptoes, making Johann gasp sharply as her flat midsection dragged along his sensitive shaft. Knowing full well what she was doing, Jeane leaned in, purring into Johann’s ear: “You can tell me anything you want.” Johann gulped. He had vague ideas of what he should say, what he wanted to say, but… couldn’t voice them.

As if reading his mind, Jeane continued: “Tee hee, maybe you’re already saying exactly what you want.” Stepping back just enough to create a small gap between them, Jeane’s sole gloved hand slid into the space and gripped Johann’s shaft again, savoring its feel in her grip, its slow pulsing a particular delight. “I know just what’d you’d like. Keeping his prick in her grasp, Jeane moved her free hand to the waist of her dress, pulling the fabric covering her hips from left to right, bunching it at her side.

“Wowwww…” Johann breathed, impressed enough at the view of Jeane’s bare hips to let it slip, embarrassing or not. Her hips curved out sharply from her torso, curving back inward at a shallow angle to connect to the long legs she had displayed so casually just minutes ago, though it already felt like a lifetime. Her underwear was as minimal as the rest of her clothing, a small purple g-string with long straps that rose high on her hips, curving underneath her golden belt-like fastener. Her arousal was on full display: the g-string was so utterly soaked that even part of its front had turned an almost black, her juices leaking out and staining the interior of her thighs, between which a small triangle of empty space existed. Despite the wealth of eye candy on display, Johann fixated on that small triangle, finding it incredibly erotic for reasons he couldn’t articulate.

“See something you like, Mr. Soldier?” Jeane interrupted.

“Uh… well… all of it.” Johann admitted.

Jeane giggled at his bluntness. “Well! You can speak after all. Maybe there’s something here that you really like?” Johann’s blush deepened. He was really out of his element, but…

“That… place… between your thighs.”
“Place, hm? Do you know what it’s called?”
“… No. But…” Feeling brave, Johann reached down, his hand approaching Jeane’s crotch for the second time that day. Jeane observed intently, expecting a second lovely encounter with his fingers…

“Right here,” Johann stated, keeping his index finger hovering in the little triangle that had drawn his attention. Jeane chuckled, thinking that perhaps he was just too shy to touch her again… and then she realized.

“Oh! My, you’ve got a dirty mind, Mr. Soldier. Or maybe you’re simply better at this than you know…” she purred. “No one’s brought up THAT little area before. Hee hee, would you like to know what that little spot is good for?”

“Yes!” Johann blurted eagerly, a sudden attitude shift.

“Well, well… watch carefully.” Jeane gave his rock-hard shaft a soft squeeze and brought it downward, aiming the purple-red head at the triangle of space that had so enraptured Johann, positioning his stick millimeters away. Then she slid forward, inserting his penis into the juice-slickened gap between her thighs, its length gently gliding through until Jeane's hips again met Johann's, the two pressed together again. Johann gave a low moan as Jeane's thighs tightened around his shaft, only the engorged head escaping direct contact, poking out obscenely underneath her ass. Slowly, slowly, Jeane dragged herself across his length, juices leaking out of her g-string, coating his penis in a clear, slick glaze. Muted squishing sounds emanated from her thighs, sounding like a muffled blowjob.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh…” Johann moaned incoherently. He couldn’t speak, and could barely think. His mind was numb with pleasure beamed to it by his cock. Better… it’s even better! Better than her hands! So much better!

Sweat dripping from his brow, he stared at Jeane through a haze, watching her luxurious body gliding back and forth, big boobs jiggling underneath their restraints. Not really cognizant of what he was doing, Johann’s hands reached up from his side and grabbed Jeane’s hips, adding his force to her friction. Jeane moaned in response, his prick now grinding hard enough to feel through the contours of her g-string. His broad shaft angled upward, pushing the soaked fabric of her underwear into her slit, molding perfectly to her contours. Feeling her clit poking against the thin fabric, she dropped some of her weight onto Johann’s shaft, and…

“Yes! Oh, YES! RIGHT THERE! Fuck me right there!” Jeane panted, her switch flipped to ON. “Do me! Just like THAT! Keep fucking my thighs! YES, LIKE THAT!” Jeane cut off her own rambling dirty talk by aggressively kissing Johann, their tongues dueling like bitter rivals. “Mmmmph! MMMM!” Jeane moaned into Johann’s mouth. Needing air, they mutually broke their liplock, Johann gasping from more than just air deprivation. Jeane sucked in a large breath and pushed her face into Johann’s shoulder, groaning loudly. Unmuffled, surely someone outside would have heard, and come in to investigate… the thought of one of those silly onlookers, someone in that crowd who spent all day ogling her, walking in on her and this precious young man, seeing them hump at each other like animals, hearing the squish-squish-squish of his big prick sawing into her clit, seeing the sweat and fluid run down her thighs…

“UNGH! Johann, I’m COMING! You’re making me COME!” Jeane blurted out, her sultry body racked by a hard orgasm, shaking against Johann’s steady torso, holding on tightly as she hit her high. Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing rhythmically as she gasped for air, her orgasm knocking the wind out of her.

Johann barely hung on, not ready for Jeane’s sudden spasms. His sweat-drenched palms gripped her quaking body tightly, somehow managing to keep Jeane from dropping to the ground and still thrusting between her legs… and then her thighs tightened sharply, trapping his prick in a vice, just as he was thrusting forward… “Uuuugh! J-Jeane!” Johann moaned, the best he could muster just before his second orgasm of the day exploded, his swollen cockhead poking out of the back of Jeane’s thighs as he came, cumshots firing off like arrows, splashing on the wooden floor, mixing with the stands that had arced over Jeane’s head earlier. His knees buckled under the sudden strain, but held, locking in place while the couple came on each other…

Jeane recovered first, slowly coming back to ground level. Pulling away from Johann’s shoulder, she looked up at his face, his strain written all over as his orgasm subsided. He really is adorable, she again admitted to herself. But the doting can wait. “Wakey, wakey, Mr. Soldier,” Jeane said in her singsong voice, tapping him on the chest. “No faking sleep, now.”

Busted. Reluctantly, Johann opened his eyes, greeted by Jeane’s sweat-matted but still-smiling face. “Um… hi?” he muttered, clearly embarrassed yet still. “Hello,” Jeane teasingly replied back. “Did you enjoy yourself as much as I just enjoyed you?” she flirted, giving a quick grind for emphasis. “Ahhh!” Johann gasped, his penis still sensitive. “I… guess so,” he replied, not really sure how to handle himself.

“You guess? That won’t do,” Jeane playfully pouted. “Let’s see for ourselves, hm?” Slowly, the silver sex fiend parted her legs, freeing Johann’s semi-soft prick from its cage. Thick and thin strands of Jeane’s fluid connected her inner thighs with Johann’s shaft: the view reminded him of a spider’s web. The strands slowly collapsed, gravity pulling them down until they snapped in two, some sticking to Johann while the rest adhered to Jeane’s legs, gradually oozing down her silken legs. Not one to miss an opportunity, Jeane placed a finger on the underside of Johann’s cock, dragging it from the base to the underside of the tip, grinning as it twitched at her touch. Her finger coated with a mixture of their juices, she brought her hand up and licked as if she were eating a lollipop. “Mmmm!” she moaned approvingly, her finger now shiny and clean. “A wonderful glaze. If only I knew how to cook…” she trailed off, her implication clear even to Johann, who found himself thinking of her and the chef—What was his name? Hey You?—in his expansive kitchen, the chef on the receiving end of her velvet hand, spraying all over a pastry baked just for her.

Where did THAT come from?! he worried.

Setting the thought aside, Johann realized that Jeane had turned around, and he now had a clear view of her backside, the first he had ever seen. It was as perfect as the rest of her body. Her butt jutted out proudly, shaped just as round and as defiant of gravity as her breasts. Her g-string descended from her waist, forming a small triangle that hovered above her crack… which was lined with a thick rope of cum. Johann’s blush returned as he realized he had deposited that there just moments ago. And then he saw Jeane looking back at him.

“Are you still looking me over, hm? You’re insatiable,” she emphasized. “And I thought this mess of yours meant you were satisfied!”

Mess? Johann wondered. She’s not talking about just now… oh. Realization sunk in as he looked at the floor next to Jeane. A small puddle of his jizz had formed, the combined remnants of his two orgasms crisscrossed together. Huh, looks like a waffle… wait, why am I proud?!

“Hmp. Mr. Soldier, I never said you could make a mess in my store. You’re more welcome than most customers, but I just hate messes.” Jeane stated matter-of-factly.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’ll go find a mop or a rag or—“ Johann was cut off by a now-familiar giggle.

“Silly. I didn’t say anything about making you clean up.” She looked at the doorway, as if looking for someone, then looked back at Johann. “I can clean my store just fine, thank you. And cleaning up after you is my pleasure.” Johann looked away briefly, suddenly afraid that… yes, the puddle was visible from the doorway, anyone walking toward the tavern would have had the correct angle to see it. “W-we have to clean that now, and—“ Johann looked back at Jeane… or at least, where Jeane had been 3 seconds ago.

Jeane had gotten down on all fours, her heart-shaped rear poking up at Johann and becoming the center of his attention, its full curve the second rear end to entice him today. In defiance of the two mindblowing orgasms he had just gone through, he wanted nothing more to go down behind that majestic sex-craving goddess, rip off that invisible string she called underwear, and…

Later! Johann resolved.

Breaking free of its charm, Johann looked further up Jeane’s body. Her head was dipped down, and… oh no. He did a double take, looking at the door, then back at Jeane. She’s… licking it. She’s licking my stuff off the floor… and they can see. If someone’s outside, they can see her!

As if reading his mind, Jeane looked back at Johann… and winked.