There's more to Brie than her skills and confidence in bed. A lot more... and it just might get John in over his head. There is no sex in this chapter but don't worry, there's plenty more to cum!
"I've known men from the west and the south. I've known men from the east. I've even spread my legs for a man from the north and I swear he was half-giant to look at him. Every one of them, no matter their skin or clothes claims their people have the biggest cocks," Brie said while giving John's shaft a squeeze. "The thing is, they're all the size. Oh sure, some have dicks so small they have to sit like a woman to keep from getting piss on themselves and others are normal and big enough to bring a woman pleasure. None of them, not from anywhere on this world, has there been a man with a cock like yours."
John closed his eyes as she gave him another squeeze. He knew it was supposed to be menacing. He was supposed to be afraid of her. Worried about the knife at his throat or the hand trying to crush his manhood. The problem was twofold: the first was that her fingers didn't even wrap all the way around him and the second was every squeeze thrilled him and edged him closer to release.
"So tell me, John, what are you and why are you really here?" the owner of the Hidden Vein tavern demanded. "Now you can speak, but the first word that sounds like magic will have me laying your throat open to your spine."
John swallowed again and managed a tiny nod. Her dagger was sharp enough to shave with. "My name is John," he said. "As for the rest, I'm trying to learn the same answers you are. I woke up about a month or so back in an inn with next to no memory of my past. A name, that was it. That and some powers."
"Powers? You mean spells?"
"Yes. I think I was a wizard before. I'm trying to be again, but whatever happened to me involved a powerful being. I don't know what happened or why, but she's my Mistress now. I'm on a quest to do her bidding. In return, she gives me... things."
The dagger dry shaved some of the stubble on John's neck. "Things? What sorts of things?"
"You're holding one of them," John said.
She snorted. "She gave you this cock?"
"Yes. Powers too. Magic I can use to help me find and work with like-minded people."
Brie's eyes narrowed.
"It found you," John said. "As soon as I saw you I knew that you and I were going to be doing this. Well, not the part about the dagger and all that! I knew I'd be fucking you and you'd be able to handle me."
She snorted and glanced down at his still throbbing manhood. She looked back up at him. "I won't be walking right for weeks, but fuck me if that wasn't the best ride of my life."
He smiled. "It was very good," he agreed. "I hope it's not over."
"Not over? You're not putting that back in me, that's for sure!"
John didn't need to move his fingers or utter a spell. He'd already snared her with his magic. It was easy to heighten her curiosity and interest in him. "I wouldn't want to hurt you," he said. "But I'm aching here and all my past lovers have told me they can't get enough of my taste."
She glanced down and licked her lips before jerking her head back up. "My days of whoring are past me. I was good at it. Did anything they wanted, but I made them pay for it too. Getting a belly full cost the most, believe it or not. Foul tasting and smelling stuff you men have. I'd rather drink your piss than that."
John boosted the magic. "I thought the same, but in the past month alone I've had at least a dozen women that begged me for more."
She was looking at his cock again. The string that stretched from his spongy head to the drop on his belly glistened in the candlelight. She wavered a moment before looking back up at him. "I promised myself I'd never do that again," she said.
"You sound regretful. Maybe you meant that you'd never let a man pay you to do something you didn't want to do? Or that you'd never let yourself willingly taste something foul? In my case, you're curious, I can tell. I can also promise that you'll enjoy it, not hate it."
Her chest rose and fell. She licked her lips again as the war inside of her raged on. John gave her another twist of magic and he saw her eyes come unfocused for a moment. She blinked and looked down. Her hand squeezed hard and stroked up from stem to head, squeezing out a fresh drop. She swiped it with her thumb and lifted her hand so she could sniff it.
Her nostrils flared and she shivered in his arms. She looked up at him, eyes narrowing, and then slipped her thumb in her mouth, complete with the shiny coating of his pre-cum. Brie's eyes widened and then closed. She twisted her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it, cleaning his flavor before she opened her eyes again and pulled her thumb out.
"Well?" John asked.
She growled. "You didn't tell me why you're here? Did this Lady of yours send you here?"
"No, I'm bound elsewhere. My driver suggested a tavern on the southern side of town. I didn't like the looks of it so she kept driving and we found yours. Chance brought us here, nothing more."
She stared at him a moment longer before lifting the dagger away from his throat. "I've got blades stashed all over this place. Every room and I know where they are. If you try anything..."
"I've no reason to try anything," John said.
She nodded. "All right. Then lay there and shut up."
John's brow creased until she shifted in the bed and leaned down to take his crown in her mouth. He sucked in a gasp at her sudden assault but kept his thoughts to himself lest she find another dagger and make good on her threat.
Brie proved true to her word. Her head slid up and down on him, taking him deep enough that he felt the back of her mouth while her hand stroked up and down his remaining length. She shifted again on the bed and pushed further, forcing John's head to squeeze into her throat. She swallowed, pulling him in and causing him to grunt and jerk his hips.
Brie squeezed him, hard, to send a message. John relaxed back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. He'd never felt this before... it was... he didn't have the words. It was the closest thing to sex with Mistress he'd yet found, even if there was no real comparison to when the succubus was pleased with him and pleasure him with her body.
She pulled back, proving that her lips had gone over half his length. John picked his head up and watched her as she took several breaths while licking and teasing him. She moved again to allow both hands to stroke his shaft while she took him back in her mouth and flutter her tongue against the sensitive underside of his helmet.
Enough was enough, John decided. He'd happily let her do this all night and he had things still to do. Not that doing Brie wasn't an important part of his nighttime activities! With a mere mortal he was in charge of his needs and release, unlike when his Mistress pleasured — or tortured — him. His loins ached with new pleasure until the pressure grew and began to trigger his release.
Brie proved her experience again. She pulled him to the side and began rapidly jacking him off while she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. John stared, stunned by the deviant act. His first explosion of creamy white seed painted a thick line across her tongue and into her mouth within seconds of her offering.
Brie rocked her head forward without warning. She took him back in her mouth and sucked, swiping her tongue rapidly under him as John continue to send pulse after pulse of his essence into her mouth. She sucked so hard the sensations nearly overpowered him. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as he watched her desperately stroke his shaft to coax every last drop of cum from his body.
If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn Brie was a succubus too!
John realized he was staring at the ceiling again. He blinked and let out a sigh. She was still suckling at him, trying to get the last dregs before she remembered the drops on his belly from before she started. She let him go and turned her head to his abdomen. She licked and sucked, cleaning his taste before turning back to his cock and opening her mouth to take it inside again.
Brie stopped and started. John looked past her, wondering what was wrong, and saw both the barmaid from the common room and Artesia standing in the doorway staring at them. They were just as open-mouthed.
The barmaid was the first to react. "Matron...I'm sorry! I saw John's servant and thought you should... or that he should... I didn't know—"
"Come in," John said. "You too, Artesia."
Both women had cheeks so red they looked like they'd been slapping each other. They stepped into the room and shut the door behind them.
Brie gave the tip of John's slowly deflating cock a kiss before rising. She grimaced as she swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. "Saints, I wasn't kidding, I'll be bedridden for days after riding that thing."
The barmaid's eyes went to John's still impressive cock. Somehow her cheeks found a way to darken.
