Chapter 17 - Oral History (R18)

“Jeremy!” Thia giggled. “What are you– ahh…”

As I pushed her dress up, I kissed one of her thighs, then the other. Much like her arms, there were dark scales along the front of her legs. The scales on her shins were larger, taking up the whole front half of her lower legs, while the rest from her knees to her hips were much thinner. From this perspective, I could see what she had on beneath her blue dress: a surprisingly, but pleasingly, sexy pair of black lace panties.

I ran my fingers along her scales, feeling how firm and cool they were to the touch. It was the polar opposite of her bare skin, which was soft and getting warmer by the second. “Are you able to feel this?”

“Yes, but not as well as I am able to feel your bristles.” She giggled again as she lightly moved her legs against the sides of my face. I’d let her do that all day…

“Well, let’s see just how sensitive you are the further I go.” Moving closer to her core, I pressed her thighs around my face, rubbing my three-days-past-5-o’clock shadow on her supple skin. Her muscles tensed as a series of small gasps escaped her full lips. Upon reaching her pussy, I gave her a kiss on her underwear. Heat was practically radiating from her core, and the scent was downright intoxicating.

“Do you always wear sexy lingerie under your armor?”

“I was hoping that you would have the opportunity to see it,” Thia said invitingly, breathing a bit faster than normal. “I was beginning to think it might not happen today.”

The fabric was already glazed with her arousal. My sweet, irresistible, Thia was still wearing her boots, so I only moved her underwear around my head and to her knees, granting me access to her entrance. She was completely hairless down there, but there were some small, thin, scales an inch or so from either side of her pussy. Those had me very intrigued. Similar to her other scales, they were cool in comparison to her skin, but these felt more pliant as I traced them with my tongue.

Thia inhaled sharply as her legs jerked in response, and she placed a hand on my head, urging me to move towards her pussy. “Ah- no, no, too sensitive…”

I placed a few slow kisses on her mound, then finally slid my tongue across her succulent lips. Her taste was delicious; easily the best pussy I had ever eaten. I savored the taste as my tongue delved in. The sounds of Thia moaning and gripping the bedsheets were partially muffled by her thighs around my ears. I caressed her tender legs. God, I hope we get a chance to really explore each other’s bodies soon…

Before I could lose myself just lapping up her heavenly juices, Thia grabbed the back of my head. “Mmm… Jeremy, that feels marvelous… Please, just a little higher–Yes! Yes!”

Having the privilege to guide Ves through her first sexual experiences was absolutely fantastic, but I also appreciated when a woman knew exactly what she needed. Thia guided me to where I could be the most effective, like she was using me for her pleasure. I fucking loved it: her moans, her words, the way her body shivered and tensed because of my actions.

“Right there - lick upwards, towards my– Yes! Lick my little clit, please!”

That alone nearly pushed me past my limit. I didn’t know who was enjoying this more: me, or her.

The smell was stronger, and better, than ever. Thia tightened her grip on my hair, and her voice had become shaky and whimpering. “Oh, Goddess! Lick me more… P-please, don’t stop! I… I beg you!”

I was never one to ignore a woman’s pleads. My tongue continued to lick her nub, and Thia’s moans increased in intensity. “More! I’m so close, Jeremy! I’m– I’m going to cum!”

That was just what I wanted to hear, and I knew how to get her there: I gave her clit a gentle nibble.

Thia cried out. “Oh, oh, FUCK! I’m cumming!” Her body quaked, and her grip tightened, feeling like she might rip out my hair. When her thighs clamped tight around my head, as if she would never let me escape, I was just happy to keep giving her pleasure. Her juices burst from her pussy, giving me more reward than I deserved.

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I was thrilled that she enjoyed that as much as she did, because I knew I’d be happy to do it again whenever she wanted. Thia’s body shivered for what felt like half a minute. Once she was breathing normally again and the tension faded, her hand dropped from my head, and I gave it a squeeze.

“Th-that was… I have never… Jeremy, you were amazing.” Her physical response had made that clear, but it felt great to hear her say it.

“I’m glad you liked it.” I rose from my knees and climbed over her, kissing her while her juices still covered my face. Thia eagerly returned the kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth, followed by her licking my lips to taste her own sweet fluid.

“I mean it,” she breathed. “My pussy has only been licked a few times before, and it was always so fast, indelicate, and… perfunctory. Little more than a prelude to what those… those boys truly desired.”

I moved to her side and helped her sit up, next to me. “Right… your ‘dalliances’?”

Thia leaned against my shoulder, and I wrapped an arm around her, but had to be cautious of her horns. “Oh, Jeremy, I am so happy that I met you!” She looked up at me, enrapturing me with her blue eyes. We moved in for another kiss, which we both knew could easily evolve into much more, but it would have been rude to leave Ves waiting any longer.

We both needed to do a bit of cleaning up, but since Thia’s groin wasn’t as visible as my face (not to mention, mostly cleaned up by yours truly), she left the room to retrieve some wet towels. After pulling up her underwear and leaving the room, she asked me to pack up her armor. I opened the window to air out the room, then grabbed the small backpack next to the nightstand.

It couldn’t possibly hold the breastplate, so I scoured the rest of the small room for another container. Fortunately, Thia was back soon, and asked me what I was looking for.

“Sorry - I couldn’t find the bag, or suitcase, or whatever, for your armor…”

“But my pack is right there.” She pointed at the backpack, which I had left on her bed, with a polite smile.

“That one? But it’s– oh. Oh! It’s bigger than it looks, right? One of those, uh, what’re they called…”

“A ‘pack of plenty’. Are you unfamiliar with these?”

“Yeah. They don’t exist in my world, but I get the basic concept. So this bag can hold, what, hundreds of pounds?”

Thia giggled. “The most expensive variations, yes. Mine cannot carry much more than my armor.”

“Hey, that’s still really impressive to me. And I bet it’s worth a decent amount.”

She handed me a moist towel, and I wiped off my face. “Yes, this originally belonged to my grandfather. He also owned a much larger pack, but it was bequeathed to Kaelition.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

Thia sat down to remove her panties, wrapping them up in a small, dry, towel to clean later. “I received other belongings, but the bulk of my grandfather’s adventuring gear went to my brother because he had already been granted his class, while I was still several years away from mine.” There was a hint of envy in her tone, and understandably so. She reached into the pack of plenty and withdrew a clean pair of underwear - a much less enticing pair, more suited for travel - and put it on. “Now, let me show you how this works.”

Following her instructions, I held the pack in a specific way and pulled, expanding the opening far wider than it should have. The inside was pitch black, and honestly, more than a little unnerving. How do we know there’s not cosmic horrors lurking around in there?? It was purely mundane to Thia, who took a little amusement at my wonder and confusion. I lifted the breastplate and placed it inside, careful not to let my fingers cross the threshold, and it vanished. The opening shrank back down to its original size.

“You need not worry about your hand!” Thia was too happy about having to teach me about this magical item. “You will need to reach in if you ever want to retrieve something, you know.”

I offered to wear the backpack, but Thia declined, since I would be carrying many of the supplies that Ves had procured. We confirmed that there was nothing left behind in the room, and left to go downstairs and meet our netharri party member.

The inn’s main room and dining area were mostly empty and quiet, now that breakfast was over. Ves was wearing a backpack and chatting with Brinn and Tabur over by the front entrance, with another (noticeably larger) pack by her feet. She heard us enter and waved with a big smile on her beautiful face. The smile turned into the most cat-like grin I’d ever seen as we approached, and I was sure I knew the reason why.

“Took you long enough. Got everything we need.” She pointed at Thia’s pack of plenty. “Can I assume you didn’t find the solution to everything in one of those books, then? The journey’s still on?”

“Yeah, we’ll explain on the way. Goodbye, Brinn, Tabur - we’ll all miss your cooking.”

Brinn surprised me with a big hug, but she did seem like the type. “Safe travels, dears. We hope to see you again soon.”

Tabur grunted. “But not too soon. Don’t rush it. Explore. Have fun. Kick some ass.”

“Hell yeah,” Ves chuckled. “We’ll send word when we’re on our way back, so you can prepare a feast!”

Thia and Ves got their own hugs from Brinn as I put on my heavy backpack and swore that I would buy my own pack of plenty as soon as we earned - or found - enough gold. Before I exited the building, I turned back to wave one last time at the innkeeping couple, and Tabur gave me a subtle thumbs up and a single nod of his bald head.