"You've fought so hard this week... tonight I'll give you plenty of rewards."
His breath hitched as my hands gently spread his ass cheeks.
"What... what are you—"
Before he could finish, I slammed my face between his cheeks.
Ron's entire body went rigid as a violent shiver ripped through him. A choked, completely breathless sound escaped his throat, his fingers clawing desperately at the slick, tiled wall for purchase.
The heat of the bathroom, the roaring spray of the shower, and the sudden, overwhelming intensity of my tongue swirling against his most sensitive, forbidden spot completely shattered what little remained of his sanity. He tried to pull away instinctively, his hips jerking forward, but I gripped his thighs with a vice-like strength, anchoring him right where I wanted him.
"S-Sister...! S-Stop, I—" He couldn't even finish the sentence. His voice broke into a high, trembling gasp as I dug deeper, my tongue working with ruthless, teasing precision. Every flick, every swirl sent another shockwave of intense, shameful pleasure through his system.
He was so sensitive.
Every swirl of my tongue made his hips twitch uncontrollably. His cock, already hard again despite just cumming, throbbed angrily against the wet tiles.
"Mmm~" I hummed against him, the vibration making him cry out. "So tight… Have you been saving this for me, Ron?"
"I... I don't... fuck!" His voice cracked as I drove my tongue deeper, fucking him with it. One of my hands slid between his legs to stroke his leaking cock in time with my licks.
The contrast was delicious. Just hours ago, he had been covered in orc blood, forcing himself to become a killer. Now he was bent over, moaning like a whore while a goddess ate his ass.
After several long, filthy minutes, I pulled back, licking my lips. Ron was panting heavily, forehead pressed against the wall, ass still slightly pushed out toward me.
I stood up slowly, pressing my wet body against his back. My hard nipples dragged across his skin as I whispered hotly into his ear.
"Turn around."
He obeyed instantly, turning with shaky legs. His face was flushed crimson, eyes glassy with lust and embarrassment. I kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue. He moaned into my mouth, helpless.
I broke the kiss and turned around, bracing my hands on the shower wall just like he had been moments ago. I arched my back, presenting my dripping pussy and ass to him.
"Your turn to worship," I said, voice thick with command. "Use your tongue. And don't you dare stop until I tell you."
Ron froze for a second, overwhelmed. He stared at my body, at the perfect curves gleaming wetly under the shower spray. His cock twitched again, harder than ever. Then, with a desperate hunger, he dropped to his knees behind me.
He started hesitantly, gently kissing my ass cheeks. His hands trembled as he spread them apart.
"I… I've never—"
"I know that you're a virgin, Ron," I cut in. "That's what makes it perfect. Now put that innocent mouth to work."
He finally leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against my pussy. I moaned as he started licking, awkwardly at first, but growing bolder as I responded to each touch. His tongue moved between my folds, circling my clit, then sliding lower to tease my entrance.
"Yes… just like that…" I encouraged, rocking my hips against his face. "You're a natural. That virgin tongue was made for worshiping this cunt. Just don't forget about my ass."
Ron's confidence grew with my praise. He started eating me with renewed energy, sucking my clit, probing my entrance, even daring to lick my ass like I had done to him. Each new act sent waves of pleasure through me, making me wetter and needier.
The water cascaded over us, steam filling the small bathroom as Ron devoured me from behind. His cock was painfully hard, twitching against his stomach as he tasted me over and over again.
"Good boy… such an obedient little puppy for me," I moaned, pushing back against his face. "Don't stop. Deeper."
Ron redoubled his efforts, his tongue working furiously. He was lost in it, in the taste of me, in the sounds of my pleasure. The boy who couldn't look at me without blushing a week ago was now on his knees, greedily eating my ass and pussy like he'd been born for it.
When I felt my climax approaching, I turned around again and pulled him up. His face was slick with my juices, eyes hazy with lust.
"I want you inside me," I commanded. "Now."
I wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him flush against me. The tip of his throbbing cock pressed against my slick entrance, twitching with desperate need. He was so hard it looked painful, his entire body trembling with anticipation.
"Tell me you want it," I whispered against his lips. "Beg for it."
"Please…" he choked out, tears of desperation forming in his eyes. "Please, Sister Azariel… let me… let me fuck you… I need it… I need you…"
"Good boy," I purred, and then impaled myself on him.
Ron's entire body convulsed as he slid into me, the tight wet heat overwhelming him. A guttural groan tore from his throat as I began to move, rolling my hips to take him deeper.
He came instantly inside me. I could feel hot seed spurting into my womb, but I pretended not to notice, continuing to ride him, my muscles milking him as he struggled not to collapse.
"Sister! So… so tight—" he gasped, forehead pressed against my breasts.
I grabbed a fistful of his wet hair, yanking his head back.
"Harder, Ron. Show me the monster you're becoming. Fuck me like you killed that orc."
Ron snapped.
His hands gripped my ass tightly as he began pounding into me with raw, frantic thrusts. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly in the tiny bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water and our heavy breathing. Every powerful stroke drove him deep, grinding against that perfect spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I moaned loudly, shamelessly, letting him hear exactly how good he was making me feel. His cock wasn't that long or thick, but as a Nephalem, my insides would naturally adjust to any size and shape.
"Yesss~! Just like that! Harder! Break me!"
His desperation turned into primal confidence as he realized he was pleasing me. He started talking dirty, surprising me with how quickly he'd learned.
"You like that? You like my cock in this tight pussy? I'm gonna fucking ruin you, Sister!"
I laughed breathlessly, impressed by his sudden boldness. He was becoming mine—body and soul.
"Good boy~" I purred in his ear, my nails raking down his back. "You're learning~."
Ron's rhythm faltered, his breathing becoming ragged. He was close again, and this time, I wanted to feel all of it.
"S-Sister…! I can't— I'm gonna—!"
"Not yet," I hissed, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back so he had to look at me. "You don't cum until I do. Hold it."
I could see the strain in his eyes, the desperate battle to obey me. It was beautiful.
I kissed him savagely, biting his lower lip as I rode his cock with increasing intensity. My inner walls fluttered and squeezed around him rhythmically, drawing him closer and closer to the edge while chasing my own release.
When the pressure finally became too much, I threw my head back, silver hair sticking to my wet skin.
"Cum," I ordered, voice husky and commanding. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."
Ron slammed into me one final time and exploded with a raw, guttural cry. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse as his body shook violently against mine. The sheer volume and force of his orgasm pushed me over the edge right after him. My walls clamped down hard, milking him for everything he had as intense pleasure ripped through my body.
We stayed locked together like that for a long time, panting under the hot spray. Ron's legs were trembling so badly I had to hold him up.
I gently stroked his wet hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple as he came down from the high.
"You did well tonight," I whispered, a satisfied smile on my lips. "Very well."
Eventually, I turned off the water and helped him out of the shower. His body was spent, covered in fresh marks from my nails and teeth. I dried him off myself, enjoying the way he still shivered whenever I touched him.
Back in the main room, I pushed him gently onto the bed and crawled in beside him, pulling his head to rest on my soft breasts.
"Sleep," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. "Tomorrow we save your sister… and then the real work begins."