The Chimera Summoner – Ch 16 – ( Spicy bathroom scene! Part 2!)

I grabbed her leg and hoisted it onto my shoulder. Lucy gasped. 

I pressed my hips close, and my cock throbbed eagerly. 

I gasped myself and carefully rubbed my tip over her soaking pussy, bathing in her juices before pushing roughly into her. 

Her guttural moan of satisfaction from deep in her chest crawled into my ear and set me on a mission to plunder more of those sounds from her until she couldn’t say her name. 

I thrust clutching her curvy ass in both hands and smacking our hips together, hard. 

From beside us, Lorna moaned quietly, fingering herself slowly. She looked so beautiful, naked and drifting in the air like she was underwater. Her puffy nipples were swollen and proud atop her delicate peaks. 

I shoved myself desperately into Lucy. She gasped and thrust herself back into me, her lovely, smooth leg draped easily over my shoulder. 

“I fucking love how flexible you are, baby.” I grunted, kissing her calf where it rested on my shoulder. “You’re doing such a good job for me.” 

“Good!” She huffed. “Fucking stretch me! Spread my fucking legs and fucking stretch this pussy out until she remembers your perfect shape. Fucking break me in Eir. Fuuuuckk!” 

She was rapidly sinking into that half delirious cockdrunk state that I lived to put her in. Her gaze was locked on me, somehow hot and unfocused. 

Her lips were parted and, on instinct, I pressed my thumb into them. She eagerly sucked it into her mouth with a happy whine. 

She sucked hard on me and lashed her tongue over my thumb as I fucked her faster and faster. Her muffled moans were a sweet siren song, drawing me ever deeper into her tight, wet sheath. 

Lorna was humming in a low continuous groan as she masturbated herself to us, drifting over and around us seeking the best possible view. 

“Turn around for me, Lucy.” I growled, letting her leg down, and pulling out with reluctance. But, I needed it.

She spun, immediately, pressing her hands into the wood panelling and presenting her ass to me, her back arching gloriously. 

I plunged my cock back into her pussy. Her ass rippled under my impact, and I grinned. 

Lucy looked over her shoulder, her gaze alight with satisfaction and pride. 

“Do you like this view?” She inquired, wiggling her ass against my pelvis and stirring my cock in her constricting hole. 

“You.” I thrust hard, letting our hips slap together. “Look.” I thrust again, making her grunt with the force. “So.” I slammed home again. “Good.” I started pumping into her like mad. 

She went wild, moaning my name, and grunting ferociously like an animal in heat. 

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her, and cupped her magnificent bouncing tits out of the air. I squeezed and fondled them as I fucked her with steady urgency. I pinched each nipple lovingly, and ravished them with my hands in a mix of worship and possessive greed. 

“Let me?” Asked Lorna, moving between Lucy’s arms. 

I relinquished her lovely breasts, and moved one hand to her hip, and the other around her and between her legs to strum her clit in loving circles. She wailed her appreciation, urgently grinding her hips to show me the kind of stimulation she craved. I listened to her body and obeyed with enthusiasm. 

Lorna, meanwhile, started teasing Lucy’s big bouncy boobs, making a game of trying to keep chilling each nipple as it danced before her. With each jolt of my hips slamming into her ass, her tits would dance, and Lorna would caress a cold, ethereal finger through her nipples, or around her sensitive areola, over her smooth tummy, and down her legs. 

Lorna brought her lips close to Lucy’s ear and started whispering to her, all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine. 

From the massive spike in arousal I felt from both of them, she must have been saying more than sweet nothings. 

I could only hear Lucy’s replies. But the way she kept moaning “Yes. Yes. I am. I do. Mmhmm, I like how she stretches me out! Yes, ma'am, I'm a good girl. Yes, I'm so pretty for you.” gave me some good clues. 

I grinned and kept pounding myself into her deeper and deeper. Now that I was inside her, it felt like I was growing steadily harder and hotter. The feeling of her ass bouncing with each thrust, and the way she absolutely drenched my cock with each thrust was working into a frenzy. 

I wondered if this was what it was like for berserkers and barbarian Classes when rage or passion took control of them. But instead, for me, it was lust. Glorious, shared lust. Openly shared, with no need for shame or embarrassment about how MUCH I wanted my partners. How head over heels insane they were driving me. 

Because Lucy loved it. Lorna was thrilled that her kind of participation was welcomed and appreciated so much.  I felt their joy and pleasure through our bonds, and it added to mine like gasoline on a forest fire. 

Lucy revelled in both the physical pleasure we were heaping upon her, and the attention she was receiving. She was the star of the show, and she loved it. I could feel her slipping between near-delerium, and frantic encouragement to each of us for using her so thoroughly. For a girl like her, who thrived on feeling wanted, Lorna and my combined attention were a paradise.

I had felt a thread, once or twice, of… not jealousy of Lorna and our budding connection, but certainly a desire for affirmation that her own bond with me would continue to grow too. She was also a little intimidated by the experienced frost specter, which I completely empathized with. I felt the same. 

Now, with both of us praising her, and obviously enjoying her– she shone. Her pride and security skyrocketed. With each second, I could feel the tiny cracks in her confidence sealing, leaving it whole and growing. Her love for me swelling like a rising tide. And her pleasure coursing through her hotter and hotter. 

She was literally splashing in tiny warm splatters on my thighs, as I slammed home into her, soaking my cock, and dripping tantalizingly down her spread legs. She looked so slutty and happy, and I could hardly believe that she was mine. 

“All. Mine.’ I groaned, burying myself in her, and rocking her hips up and down, stirring and stretching her insides.

Her head whipped around to look over her shoulder at me, hair messy, rabbit ears turned to me, and I felt her pleasure crest even higher. She went wild, working her hips around me. In a second, I felt the telltale spasms of her pussy telling me she was about to cum. I kissed her sweaty back, and thrust as deep as I could, curling my back and heaving myself forward for her to enjoy. 

“Mine.” I repeated. 

She came a little. A tiny jolt. 

“Mine.” I said again, smiling. 

Another miniature orgasm, her pussy dripping and convulsing. 

“Cum for us, Lucy.” I ordered. “We want to see you cum. You cum so pretty, baby. Let us see it. Please baby, I need you to cum all over my cock! I need to feel your perfect, tight, wet, slutty little pussy cum for me like the good girl that you always are for–”

Lucy came so hard it rocked through her body like she’d been hit by an avalanche. She shuddered, mouth agape in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled. She gasped, but was convulsing so strongly that she couldn’t actually get in any air. Scalding hot liquid splattered across us as she bit down on my offered forearm to muffle her scream.

She reached frantically between her legs and replaced my hand on her clit with her own, desperately rubbing herself far harder and faster than I had been. 

She managed one, guttural “Huuuuugggkkkkk!” and stopped being able to move her hips on me. Her legs trembled like trees in a hurricane. Her back arched and bowed over and over. Her hair whipped as she thrashed on my cock. 

Her spasming pussy felt unbelievably good, milking my cock for all it was worth. 

“Fuck.” Lucy whimpered, voice muffled by my arm. Her teeth felt so fucking sexy biting into me, giving me just the right amount of pain to make it hot.  

“Good girl.” I praised her. 

“Fuck.” She said again, sounding strangled. “Me. Fuck me. Please. I– Please. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!” 

I grinned and obeyed with pleasure. I thrust into her hard. 

“Harderrrrrrrrr!” She screamed. 

Harder was exactly what I wanted. I went berzerk, crashing into her like a feral beast. My tits bounced, aching pleasurably. I could feel cool air on my hard little nipples. I squeezed myself as hard as I could, and groaned at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. My cock swelled, reaching deeper and thicker into Lucy. 

I wrapped my arms around her waist and humped for all I was worth, holding the seizing woman, now completely delirious in my arms, completely surrendered to her pleasure, and to me. I could feel each vicious thrust of my cock against one of my arms, as the bottom of her tummy bulged slightly at the violent intrusion. Something about that set me off. 

I came, deep inside her, holding her down on me, and thrusting up into her, revelling in the little bump in her tummy that the tip of my cock made. I pumped and pumped her full of scalding, sticky cum. 

“Yesss!” she whined. “Yes! Eir, fill me up, daddy! Fill my pussy full of that hot cum! Oh my fucking gods!” 

She shuddered, as yet another orgasm ravaged her already exhausted body. 

I was practically holding her up, her long legs barely underneath her. 

Lorna was working her clit furiously with a finger, legs flexing to her pointed feet, an intense expression on her face as she fixated her eyes on Lucy, then me, and back. 

My whole lower body clenched. Another heavy spurt of cum pumped into Lucy. It was dribbling down her legs already. Clench. Another thick pump. More overflow, hot and slippery. Clench. A final spurt dribbled into her from my desperate cock. 

I groaned and growled, holding her tight, and thrust with exhausted desperation. I needed her full. And full she was. I pumped her tiredly, relishing the feeling of our combined juices washing over my cock and down our legs.

Satisfaction bloomed between us. Whose, I couldn’t have said. But it filled our bond, mirroring our bodies, unified and radiant and warm. 

“Good girl.” I growled in her ear, holding her against me, and letting her head fall back against my shoulder. 

She could take a little weight on her feet, but still leaned heavily on me, half for closeness, and half from need. She pressed her shapely back into my chest, her ass into my hips, her perfect pussy still sheathing me hot and dripping. 

We swayed happily to the sounds of Lorna’s determined self-pleasure. 

We watched lazily, as Lorna hovered just off the ground, her slender legs squeezing tight together, back arching, head thrown back, one perky titty squeezed in her hand, and two fingers strumming at her clit with maniac need and focus. 

She panted, and groaned deep in her throat.

I gave Lucy a gentle, affectionate kiss, pulling my cock halfway from her sopping messy pussy and then sinking back in luxuriously. She sighed and trembled against me, eyes half lidded, as we watched our ghostly companion masturbate her stunning body. 

Lorna put on a show for us for another full minute, masterfully coaxing and squeezing every drop of pleasure she could from herself. 

It was one of the most intimate and erotic experiences of my life. Swaying with Lucy, buried inside her, watching this nymph perform for us. I could feel Lorna’s enjoyment. She too liked attention, liked our eyes raking over her lithe body. Wanted to see our arousal stoked by her. And I felt her carnal desire for us. Some deep almost desperate longing for us. Something was missing for her. 

Touch. 

She craved it with her whole heart. 

But she could only have it in short bursts, and she’d already used the power several times during our play session. 

I sensed some enforced patience from her. But I knew she needed more. And as I watched her fervently make what pleasure she could, dreaming of being held and holding in return, I resolved to get stronger, so that we could give her what she needed as soon as possible. 

“Come.” I commanded. 

Lorna didn’t stop pleasuring herself, but drifted toward me, hope and longing on her face. 

“Kiss me.” I ordered. 

Lorna rushed forward on a burst of cool air, into my and Lucy’s combined embrace, and kissed me for all she was worth. 

For two seconds, we were engulfed in bliss. Our lips collided and danced. Our tongues caressed and played. And finally, Lorna came. 

She faded instantly, losing her grip on the physical world. 

She was the opposite of Lucy, in many ways. Where Lucy was loud and wild, Lorna’s orgasm was quiet, subtle. Her beautiful face scrunching slightly as she let out a single, precious gasp. I instantly coveted that sound. I needed it. I would become as strong as I had to, in order to be the one to make her make that sound.

It was over swiftly, and she held herself, breathing slow. 

I squeezed Lucy, cupping her breasts and squishing her into me. 

“That.” I said, with relish. “Was extremely fun.” 

A bell tolled loudly. 

Twice. 

Second bell.

I was late. Again. 

I yelped, and scrambled for clothes.