Chapter 5

Iris smiled as she slowly walked past Magnus, her high heels tapping against the wooden floor. She paused for a moment, her gaze settling on his muscled abdomen, then at the rigid cock occasionally jutting against his stomach. There was clear interest in the way her blue eyes looked over the man she'd just made spurt enough cum that normally, they'd be too exhausted to stand, let alone continue their session.

She climbed onto the bed, cum leaking from her underwear as she brought her knees over the edge. The result of her edging leaked down the inner side of her stockings, dripping onto the sheets as she crawled to the head of the bed.

"Gotta feel sorry for your boyfriend," said Magnus, taking in the view of Iris crawling on his bed in her black lingerie and high heels, her large breasts dipping as she moved. "What a sight. Almost feel sorry that he doesn't get to see this."

In answer, Iris slowly dropped down and twisting herself around, laying with her back against the bedsheets with her blonde hair spreading out behind her. She then smiled before raising her knees slightly, her high heels planting against the bed as she willingly spread her legs.

From my elevated side angle, I could see how dazzling she looked. But Magnus saw it better.

He whistled again, his cock twitching as he walked over to the foot of the bed.

"This is the view those morons downstairs dreams of. They'd kill to see this. You've got a fucking annoying mouth, but if you keep spreading your legs like this, I can learn to put up with it."

Iris didn't seem insulted, accepting what came as crude compliments from Magnus.

Instead, she smiled mischievously.

"So … do you only intend to look?"

Her teasing voice woke Magnus from his momentary lapse. He put on a meaningful smirk, then climbed onto the foot of the bed. The globs of what was either fresh pre-cum or the aftershocks of his first ejaculation said everything. His entire shaft was coated with dribbles of white.

"Yeah, that's right," he said. "I'm only going to look, so why don't you help me?"

"My, demanding, aren't you?"

Still, Iris lowered a hand. She ran it over the mounds barely contained by her black brassiere, her flat stomach, then lingered just before her cum soaked underwear.

After a moment to smile, she hooked the edge of the black fabric, pulling it to the side.

Gooey, white cum seeped out, obscuring the treasure I knew Magnus could barely keep himself from claiming.

He shuffled his way between Iris's outspread legs, whose cheeks I could see were painted with a film of red. There was something almost desperate about the way her eyes shone, still with that same crystal clarity, but one which betrayed her feelings when she gazed at the large cock covered by semen in front of her.

I was overcome with jealousy. And also painful satisfaction.

As I watched Magnus's large hands grip the underside of Iris's knees, using her legs as anchors as he kneeled over her, I knew that this is the sight I wanted the most. This moment of anticipation always sent jolts of excitement running through me. The sight of another man's cock throbbing with desire above my girlfriend's exposed, inviting slit. Here was where the line was always crossed.

"Not yet," said Magnus, smirking down at Iris even while his cockhead hovered over where her underwear was being invitingly pulled aside for him. "It's your turn now, you arrogant bitch."

Iris tilted her head, her expression more out of curiosity than anything else.

"My turn?"

"Ask. Beg."

Magnus lowered his cock, resting it so that the underside lay atop Iris's slit. The size of his shaft was so large that the tip reached halfway over her stomach.

"No," she easily replied.

Magnus gave a short chuckle at the expected reply.

"Look at you. That's not just my cum dripping down your legs. You're not wet. You're a fucking fountain. And I haven't even started."

"So I notice. Is there a reason for that? Ah, perhaps you don't quite know where everything goes? A small wonder you haven't managed to impale your own phallus into yourself yet. Such a feat wouldn't surprise me, although I'd still be impressed."

As if Magnus had somehow forgotten about Iris's personality, his smile was swept away by the slap that was this girl's penchant for deriding him.

He recovered quickly, beginning to grind his shaft against the entrance of Iris's pussy. She responded by letting out a small, but obviously heated breath. But that was it.

She smiled, waiting for Magnus to give into his instincts first. It was the little games that she thrived on. The ones that only got under Magnus's skin.

"You're here dressed like a whore," said Magnus, moving slowly as he began using Iris's slit as stimulus for his shaft. "You're waiting for me to take you, and you still talk like the Sword Princess. You're not. You're a slut with a cute face and big fucking tits. So act like one. And beg."

Iris responded by running a fingertip around Magnus's cockhead. She then wrapped her hand around it, helping encourage Magnus's pistoning motion against her slit. It seemed that even after handling his cock for so long, she still didn't have her fill of it.

"Why … that's the first time you've called me cute," she said, her voice dangerously sweet.

"What?"

Magnus looked taken back by this. It wasn't the retort he was expecting. The girl was ready to seize on the opportunity.

"Cute. That's what you called me. Usually, your descriptions stop with whore or slut. And to think people mistake you for a lout. Truly, how wrong they are."

Magnus creased his brows, saying nothing. Even if he didn't know what was coming, he knew that something was. It was enough to force up his guard.

"I wonder … would you like me to act cute?" said Iris, her eyelashes fluttering. "Should I do that again?"

Something about Magnus changed at once. His casual thrusting froze. If it was possible for his face to whiten, it would have.

"I told you before," he said slowly. "Don't ever fucking do it again."

"Why not?"

"Because it annoys me."

"Oh? If you insist on being this adorable, I'll be forced to exploit your weakness."

"Don't. Fucking. Do it."

And then Iris did.

In fact, she did something I'd never seen her do before.

With her teasing smile … she winked.

A small, playful wink, enough to set the hearts of everyone who saw it aflutter. The type of wink that could probably end wars if she aimed it at the right people.

Magnus reacted with stunned silence.

Then, his expression darkened, and a flash of anger swept across his face.

Without hesitation, he slid his cock off Iris's stomach and directed his cockhead towards her slit. In a single thrust, he drove the entire length of his shaft deep into Iris's waiting pussy.

"NnnnnNHhnNnNnn!!!"

Iris's lips parted, eliciting a shuddering moan as Magnus's hard cock easily slid through her soaked depths all to the way to the entrance of her womb.

"I told you," grunted Magnus, offering no warning as he angrily began to thrust his shaft in and out of Iris's pussy. "Not to do that again."

"NnHh … NnH … Hahn~!"

Iris moaned in pleasure as Magnus's cock repeatedly speared into her. Her large breasts swayed as her body was shunted back and forth to the powerful thrusts being continually driven into her. A gloopy, squelching sound filled the room as Magnus's cock worked its way through all the liquids oozing from her cunt.

"NnH … AHn … HahHn … nhN~"

Magnus leaned his huge frame over Iris's figure until his face hovered over hers. Although the look of frustration hadn't disappeared, his dark smirk reappeared as he savoured the joy of pistoning himself as deeply as he desired into my girlfriend's willing body.

"Annoying bitch," he growled. "There. You made me give in. Are you happy with your reward now?"

"NnN … Yessch … Hhanh … ahN … I'm scho happeh … NnhnH … witsh my reward … NhnN~"

Magnus took in Iris's moaning face from up close. Her cheeks had fully ripened to an evening blush, while her eyes were wide with pleasure from the relentless thrusts she was receiving.

"Tch. Why the fuck am I so annoyed? I still get to fuck you."

As though finally deciding he was giving too much weight to Iris's games, he smiled victoriously at the girl whose body was now solely for his benefit. He pounded her like the personal cock sleeve she now was, obviously relishing in the moans that Iris was filling the air with.

"You … nnHh … shceem … nnH … to … Nnnh … hate it … nHnh … when … I act … nnHm … closer … nhmnN … to my … Nnhn … age … mNhn~"

Magnus had no reply to that. It seemed that her acting cute was something he had unexpectedly little defence against. He was more used to dealing with her icy demeanour and frequent retorts. The fact that Iris was the youngest of us was often forgotten to us both.

"You're the Sword Princess with a mouth," he eventually grunted. "You don't get to act like a tavern girl preying for cheap coin. It's annoying."

"I'm … nhNn … schorry … nAah … for … Hhnn … being … NnH … cute~"

Again, that flash of anger swept its way across Magnus's face. Even while overwhelmed by pleasure, Iris still had her ways of toying with the person treating her as a cum bucket.

"You fucking slut," said Magnus, eyes narrowing as he steadied his thrusts into a powerful, brisk rhythm. "The moment I put my cock in you, you become like this. Where does your pretty mouth go when I start teaching you who you belong to?"

Iris responded by lifting her face towards him. Her glossy lips parted to reveal her pink tongue, before it was immediately hidden by Magnus's lips enveloping hers. As Iris accepted Magnus driving his hard cock into her sodden pussy, she offered him a deep, tongue filled kiss.

"Mhm … itsch … nhn … right … ahn … here … haah …"

For a moment, Magnus's rhythm became unsteady. He slowed his thrusts into her, taking the moment to yet again enjoy the sweet sensation of Iris's passionate kissing.

Iris kept her lips pressed hard against Magnus, the sounds of her moaning clearly audible. She reached up with both arms and wrapped them around the back of his neck.

"Mmh … ahn … Hanhh … nnhHn …"

Locking his head in place, Iris continued kissing Magnus, all the while ensuring there was little room for him to break off from her lips. I briefly caught sight of her tongue entwined around his as saliva dripped heavily down both of their chins.

"Nnh … mmHm …. nhhaA …"

Not content to only lock his head in place, Iris proceeded to raise her long, slender legs. Magnus's hands fell away as she lifted her high heels over his back. The moment she was in position, she crossed her ankles. Using her legs to press down on Magnus's back, she encouraged him to slide his cock deeper into her.

"Heh … who's being demanding now?" said Magnus, barely managing to pull away from the kiss as his chest was forced down against the cushions that were Iris's large breasts. "Look at you. You're a bitch in heat. What would your boyfriend do if he saw you wrapping your legs around another guy so easily?"

Iris responded by simply tightening the grip of her crosses ankles.

"Hahn … pleasch … harder … mnhH … you can … hanHhn … do me harder …"

Magnus smirked, clearly satisfied at how docile Iris was after he began shoving his cock inside her.

"Fine."

Then, the slow rhythm of his thrusts picked up. He began to drive his rock hard shaft into Iris at a pace that made the bed creak under his strength. The sounds of sex, the warmth of sweat, and the smell of semen engulfed the room as Iris and Magnus leaned into each other, their lips coming together as they indulged in their lust.

"NhnNh … AHnn … NnnHh …. Mmhm … AahN~!"

The sound of Iris's moaning increased as her crossed ankles and arms gave Magnus little room to do anything but drive his cock as deeply into her as he could. Whenever too much of Magnus's cock slid out, she squeezed hard until his entire shaft buried into her again.

"Your body should be illegal," he said, his lips touching Iris's even as he spoke. "How does your pussy still feel so tight after I've fucked you so many times?"

"HahH … Haah … Nhn~"

Iris's response was to moan incomprehensibly as Magnus continued drilling into her, his stamina never tiring as he only sped up the pace of his thrusts.

Soon, Iris's blue eyes began to cloud over from the relentless pleasure. Her breathing became hoarse, and saliva dribbled from her lips even when she wasn't lapping at Magnus's tongue with her own.

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" said Magnus, taking in Iris's intoxicated expression with satisfaction. "What would you do if I stopped fucking you right now?

As though by instinct, Iris's legs squeezed down against Magnus. Despite this warning, he noticeably slowed down his pace, replacing the rapid movement of his hips with slower, but rougher thrusts deep into Iris.

"N-Noo … pleasch … HAnnh … don't … nnH … stahp …"

Magnus rewarded her with a shove of his cock that likely touched the entrance to her womb. She whimpered sweetly in a sharp moment of ecstasy.

"If you want my cock, you need to tell me clearly."

"I … nnHn … I want … AhhN … I want your … Hhann … cock … nnH … I … NnhHn … I want it … nhHn … scho much …"

Iris's expression was wrapped in lust as her tone grew begging. It sounded like she was desperately struggling to make her words clear.

"Whose cock do you want more?" said Magnus, once again burying himself to the depths of Iris's drenched pussy. "Mine or your boyfriend?"

"Yours," answered Iris immediately. "I want … HaahnHn … I want … I want yours … NhnnH …"

Magnus's eyes narrowed, his expression as dark as his smile.

"Say it again."

"Your cock … nHnn … I want … AhnH … your cock …"

"What if I stop now and bring in your boyfriend instead? Would you like that?"

"No … pleasch." Iris's legs tightened even more. Her high heels visibly shook. "I only … nHnn … I only want yours … Ahhn~"

"Only mine, huh?"

Iris moaned beneath Magnus's thrusts as they suddenly quickened again.

"If that curse didn't exist anymore," he began, leaning in close enough for Iris to lick his lips. "Would you still want to be fucked by my cock?"

"Yeschh … nnHn … I'd schtill want … aaNn … your cock … nnHnn …"

"If I told you that you could only choose between mine or his, whose would you want?"

Iris's legs lost strength for a moment, her high heels briefly uncrossing.

"… Yours," she whispered, her flushed gaze aimed straight into Magnus's eyes. "I'd want yours."

Magnus's face was filled with triumph. He stopped thrusting entirely, allowing his chest to rest against Iris's breasts as her slender legs once again crossed behind his back, desperately urging him to continue shoving himself into her.

"Say it. Say you'll only accept my cock from now on."

Iris's breath was laboured. Sweat ran down every inch of her body as her semi-glazed eyes desperately met Magnus's.

"Haahhn … I'll … I'll only accept your cock from now on … ahnn … I … I only want yours."

"That poor bastard," said Magnus, wiping away some of the beads of sweat that were caking Iris's face with his thumb. "He doesn't know that even if he cures that curse, only I'll get to enjoy you from now on."

And then, he began moving his hips again.

"NnnH …. AhhnN …. Nnh …. HaanH …"

"I'll give you your reward for your honesty now. Do you want my cum?"

"Hahn … yesch …. I want … Ahnn … your cum … nnhhnN …"

Magnus accelerated his pace as Iris's sweet moans mixed with the wet sounds of her filled pussy.

"Where do you want it?" said Magnus, relishing in the sight of the Sword Princess lost to the strength of his cock.

"NhhnnH … inshide me … HahnnHh … pleasch cum … aAah … pleash … HhanH … I want you … nnHnn … to cum inshide me … pleasch cum … Haahn … inshide me …"

With Iris's confession secured, Magnus wasted no time in fulfilling the rest of his desires.

Planting his palms firmly on the bed, he sped up his hips. His huge cock suddenly began to puncture Iris wildly, the shaft's entire length dragging itself in and out, assisted by Iris's crossed legs squeezing him down hard, urging him to unload himself.

"NnHn … cum … cum inshide … ahhN … cum inshide me … nHhn … I want you, I want you, I want you … NnhnnhHh …"

Magnus growled as he suddenly broke free of Iris's legs. His large, throbbing cock slid out from my girlfriend's pussy, covered entirely in her wet juices. A massive, thick load of gooey, white cum splattered over the lips of where he'd just pulled out from, marking it as his territory with a blanket of his semen. As his veiny cock spurted the second load of cum, he instantly rammed it back inside the slit, shoving himself deep into the back of Iris's cunt.

"NnHn!! HnnnHggnnnN!! HaahNnhhnnnHn!!"

Iris arched her back, her high heels digging into the bedsheets as she squirted all over. As she moaned, her juices gushed out from around the cock emptying itself into her, joining the flood of white semen that was leaking out.

While in the middle of her shuddering orgasm, Magnus pulled his huge cock out of her again, thick streaks of sperm still spurting heavily from the tip. He spattered it once more against Iris's slit, before again ramming himself deep within her.

"NnhN!! HannhHnn!!! AhhnNnnnn!!"

For the second time, Iris was assaulted by waves of pleasure. Her entire body twitched as her second orgasm came while she was still experiencing her first. She moaned incomprehensibly at the sensation of Magnus's cock burrowed to the hilt, his sperm continually flowing inside her.

Finally, Iris's legs lost all strength. They dropped around him as he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, now finally spent after draining himself into her womb. When his cockhead exited, waves of gloopy cum followed, joining the sticky puddle stretching from Iris's slit all the way down to her knees.

"Hah … nhn …. Anh …. Nhnnh …"

Iris breathed heavily, then raised herself up. Her eyes glassy with lust, she looked over her huge breasts and stared down at the puddle of cum that had formed between her legs.

"Nnoooo … haanh … your cum … ahhn …. I can't waste it …"

She reached down with one hand, desperately scooping up a handful of the semen. She smothered it over her pussy, before using her fingers to shove as much of it back inside as she could.

"Hahhn … nhhNn … mhhmn …"

She repeated the motion again, and again. Scooping as much of the semen pooling on the bed as she could, she pushed it back inside herself using her fingers. When it seemed like she couldn't return any more cum without it leaking immediately back out again, she thrust two fingers deep inside herself and started masturbating.

"HahhH … NmmH … Ahhnhn …"

Wet, squelching noises filled the air as another squirt of juices signalled Iris's third orgasm in fast succession. She lifted her head back as she succumbed to another wave of pleasure, then fell back against the bed. Her blonde hair was damp with sweat as it lay beneath her.

Magnus watched the display with satisfaction. Sitting up at the foot of the bed, he reached over and grabbed a pitcher of water from the bedside table.

"Heh, you don't need to worry," he said, his cock jutting against his stomach as it remained hard as a statue. "I'm going to fill you up all night. You took the medicine from the Sisters?"

"Ahnn … yeschh … hahnn …"

"Shame. But that medicine isn't 100% effective, is it? I'll take it as a challenge to impregnate you anyway."

Iris offered no opposition, instead spasming slightly as aftershocks of her orgasms hit her.

Magnus drank directly from the pitcher, downing half of the contents in heavy gulps. He then wiped his mouth and offered it out to Iris.

Iris looked up, then awkwardly raised herself to her hands and knees. Strands of gooey cum dripped out of her as she crawled to the puddle of semen, and ignoring the pitcher of water being offered, lowered herself and began licking at the cum instead.

"Damn," whispered Magnus, his voice genuinely impressed. "If the Goddess of Love was a whore, she'd be you."

He downed the rest of the contents of the pitcher, then placed it back on the bedside table. There were several more pitchers waiting.

"Your body belongs to me," he said, as smaller globs of cum continued to drip from the tip of his cock. "From now on, I expect good service from you."

Iris looked up from the puddle of cum. She slowly nodded her head, desire and immorality clouding every inch of her face.

"Yes … haah … I'll properly … ahn … service you well."

"Your boyfriend will never know how much of a slut you truly are. But that doesn't matter. Make sure that when you report to him, you tell him how you're for my exclusive use from now on."

"Yes … I will," said Iris, those lovely, blue eyes glancing over at me as I watched from the memory stone. She smiled beautifully, then gave a little wink. "… I'll make sure he knows."