Framework of the Frontier Sain Artwell (ebook pc reader TXT) 📖

Rulu spoke something. Her throat thrummed with a nice if a little ticklish sensation. It sounded like, ‘you may proceed’.

William, realizing he had been straining his muscles against the ropes and manacles, relaxed. He returned to her pussy.

She tasted sweeter now. Her taste had an odd tongue numbing sensation. William ignored it, working deep circles around her shiny clitty and delving past her hidden petals. She wasn’t human, that’s for sure. The mouth feel was far slicker, like even her skin was naturally slippery and pliant. Plus, her folds had these tiny inward turned ridges that also covered her clit, giving him ample textures to explore while giving it a long suckling kiss.

A moan reverberated against his cock. That kiss made her thighs and throat clamp. Rulu’s tongue tugged on the part of his shaft in her mouth, while the tip licked out to encircle his balls.

“I asked for pointers,” William reminded her. “It’s you we’re trying to get off here.”

Rulu grumbled, though instead of her typical haughty words, Wiliam was only graced with the delightful sensation of the words drumming against his cock. The thick tail around his neck tightened, tugging William upward to the opening of her snatch.

He grinned against it, splitting the glowing doors to her pleasure. Tiny muscles fought against his tongue in involuntary twitches that matched the moans, which his cock now gagged. William used those signs of pleasure as his guide, working deep and hard to scour her cavern for the right spot — of which he found many. There were ridges and crevices there that he’d not found in women before. One particular bump trembled against his tongue with a vibration that made him want to feel it with his dick.

The lewd thought was matched by an erotic slurp as Rulu sucked. Her slender body writhed a slow helpless dance of pleasure, grinding her supple curves against his, gently grinding his face. William worked a tireless rotation against her, drilling on to chase Rulu towards climax.

Sweat beaded on his brow. He was ready to explode into her mouth.

Almost there.

He could sense Rulu’s tension, the desperation of her body. Numb from her juices, he plunged deep, pressing hard against the trembling bud in one final assault.

Rulu screamed against his cock. Her hips spasmed and thighs clamped shut. Her tail nearly choked him out. Thick lemon-acidic nectar bubbled from her. Licking it up drove her into a maddened fit of squirms.

The sudden tightening of her tongue and throat drove him over the edge. Again and again pulses surged through his groin, making it feel as if he was pumping her face pregnant. Whimpering, she gulped every drop.

He continued suckling on the luminescent nectar coated sex, until, finally the hot suctiony sheath of his cock withdrew. Gentle hand patted his chest.

“You may stop. My needs are sated,” Rulu said, her voice thick under labored breaths.

“Got your head cleared I hope.” William took one last cleaning lick of her pussy and realized her limbs were out of ropes. “The hell? You could slip free all this time?”

“Obviously not,” Rulu said, her snooty tone returning. “The physical exertion simply caused me to excrete more mucus. You should be honored. My fluids are highly priced for their alchemical properties.”

“Hah. Right back at you. Humans are a rare delicacy among aboleths too I hear, how did you like it?” William took another cheeky lick off of her cunt, chuckling.

Rulu bit down a cute sound. “Cease this… bullying.”

“Right, sorry, don’t want to be getting you horny again.”

She harrumphed.

“Alright, what’s your ruse plan?”

“Behold.” Rulu coughed to clear her voice and shouted at the lid of the chest. “Oh no! Woe is me, the human is laying his horrible fangs upon my tender flesh to devour me! Help! Help, I say! Can you not hear me plea? Please! Please!”

The rattling of wagon wheels stopped.

Holy shit they bought that? Kindergarteners fake injuries better than this.

Nevija’s voice raised in a heated protest, though William couldn’t quite make out the words. He heard another deep undulating voice muffled by echoes of metal oppose the miarii.

Aggoloth’s words penetrated into the chest. “…cannot risk it. You do not know her well enough to claim this a lie for certain.”

Rulu snickered, raising her voice again. “No, please help me at once! His bite seems poisonous, terribly poisonous! I am feeling weakened. Ah! The monster. He continues to tear at me. Do not rip my spine, not even my regeneration can re-attach my head together. Arrgh the agony! It is truly unfathomable.”

“No! It’s an obvious trap, don’t do it!” Nevija’s angered shout pierced through the wood box.

Fingers rustled above the lid. Locks clicked open.

“Be ready, cast your spell, stun them all,” William whispered in a rush.

Rulu nodded.

White daylight blinded William. Three figures loomed above them — Aggoloth, the male triton, and Nevija. She stabbed a dart towards Rulu’s neck. “See! It was a trap.”

William kicked Nevija’s hand off course before she could hit Rulu. The princess dodged the triton’s dirk stabs, but was cut and forced back into the box. They tried to press shut the lid.

Nevija sat on the lid “Shut them in! Shut them in quick!”

“God bless your strength!” William touched Rulu, and touched her soul.

It was a similar surge of emotions he’d felt from Ember, yet nothing like it. Same ride, different world. Rulu’s was a tall fortress built out of glassy coral — a fragile ego nurtured in an alien court of twisted beliefs and aspirations for stars she could never reach. She was a sad girl, clinging desperately to a fate no longer within her reach.

William fought to steady himself, shrugging off the waves of shared emotion as he kicked against the falling lid. Rulu stared at him with her wide-eyes glowing bright, frozen, until the lid clasped shut