The morning after Jennaca vows to help Zynga. John wakes up to Jennaca getting friendly early.. and in the open. Roxanne has already slipped away to sleep in her tent and wake up next to her sister and Sadie.
John's dreamt of paradise. He sat on a plush throne, his spear-staff standing on its own beside him. Helleen and Roxanne stood as honor guards at the bottom of the small dais where his throne sat. Their skin shone with oil beneath their gladiatrix garb, highlighting their muscular curves and ridges. Jennaca was before him, on her knees and between his legs. Her moans were broken only by slurping noises as she took his immense cock as deep as she could. The rest of his length slid between her breasts as she used her hands to guide them up and down his rigid flesh. She begged him through her vibrations and motions to fill her with his essence.
Artesia was there too, standing near the wall of his throne room and watching everything and everyone within it. Like the twins, she wore her armor and weapons, but unlike the twins her armor was practical and protective.
John's eyes flew open and he lurched into a half-sitting position. Sure enough, Jennaca was there and was doing her best to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. He laid back down and stared up at the pre-dawn sky. It looked to be a nice morning ahead with only a few clouds to block the stars. Then again, any morning starting out like this was bound to be a good one.
A particularly loud slurp made John lift his head again. It wasn't just the four of them in the wilderness, there was an entire camp here too! He looked around, expecting someone to be watching. So far he saw nothing. Even the fire in the middle of the camp was banked so well he couldn't see any coals glowing.
"I'm starting to think you enjoy exposing yourself like this," John whispered.
Jennaca sucked hard as she pulled her lips up his shaft and then let him slip out with a slight pop. She kissed his spongy tip and worked her tongue into his slit before licking her lips. "I enjoy you," she whispered back in a breathy voice. "You forgot to clean yourself after Roxanne, didn't you?"
John's eyes widened. He lifted his hand to send his magic but she reached up and grabbed his hand. She smiled and kissed the underside of his cock where his helmet met his shaft. "Don't, it's different. Strange. Your amazing flavor could make anything taste good though. I like it."
John stared at her and watched as she licked all the way down his length and then back up. She swirled her tongue around his head and then sucked away the drop of fluid that gathered there. She smacked her lips and licked them.
"This-- you-- are wonderful, Jen, but I can't give you what you want... not without taking something from you first."
Jennaca grinned and slid up his body. She tugged her loin cloth out of the way and ground her swollen lips against him. John sucked in a breath and then her mouth descended on his. She swallowed his moan and then, as she maneuvered her hips to catch the head of his cock in her crevice, she muffled his groan while sliding down his length.
John closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation. She kept it up too, sliding down his length in a slow and almost languorous motion that didn't stop. She engulfed him entirely, not stopping no matter how tight she felt until her mound pressed against his.
"Sweet crystals of Vitalis!" John gasped into her mouth.
"Shut up and kiss me," Jennaca growled.
John took her sage advice and kissed her while she slid her sex up and down on him. He noticed, somehow, that her lips and tongue were different. Oh, they were still hers, but she used them differently. She moved with him, their mouths dancing together instead of wrestling. John didn't even realize what all she was doing or how she knew to do it until he found his tongue trapped between her lips. She was sucking on it like it was a miniature version of his manhood.
She let go of his tongue and gasped. "So good," she moaned after burying her face into his neck. "I'm going to burn up, John. You make me so hot and so wet."
"Good," he said, eager for her to climax so he could drain the pressure that had grown in his loins. "You're amazing, Jennaca. Truly, I've never met anyone like you."
"I hope you never will," she panted.
"It doesn't matter if I do," John said. "You will always have a place with me."
Jennaca's eyes hooded and her entire body trembled and vibrated. She forced her eyes open and lifted herself up so that her hands were on his chest and her back was arched, forcing her clit to grind against. She rotated her hips, twisting and sliding them against his groin while his cock twisted inside of her. Her lips parted and she gasped for breath.
John slid his hands up her arms and grabbed her breasts. He squeezed as much of them as he could fit in his palm and rubbed her iron hard nipples against his palm. Jennaca sucked in a breath and let out a long, low moan.
John was about to start thrusting up into her when her body began to tremble again. She went from trembling to shaking. She was almost violent as she jerked and twitched on top of him. A string of drool slipped from her lip down her chin, only to hang and drop on her boob. It slid down onto John finger and he took it and wet her nipple with her own spittle.
Jennaca's arms gave out and she collapsed on top of him. John grunted as he caught her. He slid his arms around her and held on while she continued to shake through her climax. One hand went to her lower back, pressing her down and keeping her tight against him. His other hand held her at the base of her neck, keeping her body snug against him and her face protected in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Jennaca's trembling slowed at last. She relaxed and all but collapsed on top of him. She melted into him, clinging to him and trying to merge their beings until John's cock surged inside of her. Feeling him throbbing made her lift her head out of the warmth of his neck and she looked at him.
John stared at her. He ached and needed release, but he wasn't sure if he should. Not inside of her pussy again. The last time had forged a contract, would something else happen if they did it again? Zynga had said it wouldn't, but she existed to cause mischief.
"Oh John... I'm so sorry!" Jennaca breathed. The wetness in her eyes gave way to tears that ran down her face and dripped onto his chest.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"For not realizing how much I love you," she breathed. "I do... I really do. You're so good to me. So perfect for me..."
John swallowed and said, "Uh, Jen..."
She put a finger to his lips and the kissed him. "I betrayed you, John. I didn't mean to-- I wasn't thinking! I got caught up in the moment and...and... oh, I hate myself so much! Please forgive me? Even if I can't forgive myself."
John frowned and struggled to recover enough rational thought to think through this turn of events. "What are you talking about? How did you betray me?"
"Helleen," she said. "I... I kissed her."
John watched and waited. All he saw was more tears run down her cheeks. Finally he dare to ask, "You kissed her?"
"Yes," she sobbed.
