Chapter 116: A Month’s Worth, Part I [18+]
Arthur pulled out his phone.
Are you free tonight?
A moment later, Roxane replied.
Depends. Are you coming to waste my time?
The academy closes for a month.
A few seconds later, another message appeared on the screen.
Come over.
When Arthur reached Leaping Stag two evenings after the academy’s announcement, Roxane opened the door wearing a loose, oversized shirt and a pair of short sleep shorts. Her long rabbit ears immediately tilted forward the second she saw him.
She stepped aside and let him enter.
"You only message before visiting when you want something," Roxane noted.
Arthur stepped inside. "The academy closes for a month."
Roxane shut the heavy door behind him. "Then you owe me a month’s worth before you leave."
"Emily invited me to the Thorne estate," Arthur told her, "but I will probably return to Lornfell long before the month ends."
"You said one month. I heard one month."
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss.
Roxane bit his lower lip and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Arthur grabbed her ass, lifted her, and carried her toward the bedroom as her legs locked around his waist.
Roxane began unfastening his shirt on the move. When they reached the side of the bed, Arthur pulled her loose shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
He cupped her bare breast, kissing down the line of her neck while his thumb rubbed slow, firm circles across her nipple until it hardened into a tight peak. Roxane arched her back, pressing her tits deliberately into his hands.
"Do not start slowly merely because you are going away," she warned, her breath hot against his collarbone.
"You normally complain when I skip the teasing," Arthur pointed out.
"Tonight I am planning to complain about everything," Roxane answered.
Arthur backed her up until her shoulders hit the wall beside the bed. He reached up, catching one of her long rabbit ears near its base, and rubbed the soft fur slowly between his fingers.
Roxane’s breath caught. Her thighs tightened around his leg, her free ear flicking backward as her tail twitched beneath the shorts.
Arthur held the ear near its base, massaging the sensitive spot before sliding two fingers toward the tip. He pinched the soft edge lightly, then bent to kiss and lick the warm inner side.
Roxane let out a ragged breath. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his mouth closer as he found the most sensitive point.
"Still pretending the ears do nothing?" Arthur teased against her skin.
Roxane pulled his hair harder, forcing his head back just enough to glare at him. "Keep talking and I’ll make you use only your mouth all night."
While he played with her ear, Arthur slipped his free hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. He stroked over her vulva, feeling exactly how wet she already was, and began rubbing her clit in slow, steady circles.
Roxane groaned, instantly grinding her hips forward against his moving fingers, the threat entirely forgotten.
Arthur turned her around and bent her over the side of the mattress. He pulled her shorts down her thighs, exposing her ass and the small, soft tail resting just above it.
He cupped her ass and circled the base of her tail with his thumb. Roxane arched, pushing back into the touch.
He spread her cheeks, looked at the wet heat between her thighs, then slapped her right ass cheek.
Roxane’s tail jumped.
Arthur delivered another slap to the left side, the sharp sound echoing in the bedroom.
She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Stop testing the strength of your hand. Hit me properly."
Arthur increased the force. He delivered several spaced, heavy spanks, leaving stark red handprints across her pale skin. Between the strikes, he rubbed the hot, reddening flesh, circled the base of her tail, and pushed two fingers deep into her wet heat.
Roxane pushed her hips back against his hand, demanding deeper strokes.
Arthur caught a fistful of her hair, his thumb rubbing firmly against the base of her right ear. He worked his fingers inside her in a steady rhythm while rubbing her clit with his other thumb.
Roxane didn’t last long under the dual stimulation. Her thighs tightened, locking together as her hips pushed back hard against him. Her small tail twitched rapidly, and the ear beneath his thumb folded at the tip. She tried to keep control, but her voice broke into a ragged cry as the climax tore through her.
Roxane twisted out of his grip, pushed him onto the edge of the bed, and dropped between his legs.
She opened his trousers and freed his cock.
She stroked the shaft with both hands, ran her tongue slowly along the sensitive underside, and then took the head deep into her mouth.
Arthur groaned and caught one ear near the base. Each time his thumb rubbed the sensitive spot, Roxane deliberately changed her pace.
She took his length deeper down her throat, pulling back just as his grip in her hair tightened, and stroked the base with her hand while swirling her tongue around the head. She leaned forward, letting her bare breasts press warmly against his thighs.
The intense sensation pushed Arthur to the edge too fast. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, stopping her before he finished.
Roxane looked up, her lips slick and her eyes entirely amused rather than surprised.
"Saving it?" she asked.
"You demanded a month," Arthur reminded her. He caught her waist and pulled her up onto the bed with him.
Roxane straddled his hips and lowered herself smoothly onto his cock, taking his full length with a sharp exhale.
Roxane set the pace, rolling her hips slowly until she adjusted to his length before riding him faster.
Arthur’s hands went to her breasts while she rode him. He pinched one hardened nipple between his fingers and squeezed her other breast, occasionally gripping the back of her neck to pull her down for a rough kiss.
Her long ears moved with every change in the pace. They stood upright when she leaned back to taunt him, flattened against her hair when Arthur thrust upward unexpectedly, and trembled violently whenever his fingers abandoned her breasts to grip the sensitive base of her ears.
Roxane ground her hips down hard between strokes, deliberately rubbing her swollen clit against his pelvis.
"You’re lying entirely too still," Roxane taunted, setting a relentless pace. "Are you going to let me do all the work?"
Arthur gripped her waist and drove upward, meeting her descent hard enough to knock the breath from her.
Roxane’s eyes darkened. "That is better."
She kept provoking him, riding harder and demanding more until Arthur finally took over. He gripped her hips and lifted her off him. Before Roxane could protest, Arthur turned her onto her stomach, raised her hips, and pushed back inside.
Arthur drove back into her with the punishing pace she had asked for. He slapped her reddened ass firmly, the sound cracking through the quiet room. He gripped her hair with one hand and anchored her hip with the other, his body slamming heavily against hers.
Roxane pushed backward to meet every single thrust. Her puffy tail bounced and twitched above her marked skin.
Her fingers twisted into the sheets as she pushed back against him.
"Harder," she gasped into the mattress. "Don’t slow down."
Arthur released her hair and reached beneath her, rubbing her clit as he drove deep.
"Keep your hand there," she ordered, the words breaking into a gasp.
Arthur maintained the pace, rubbing her clit until her walls tightened around him. Roxane cried out against the mattress, her body going rigid before it shuddered beneath him.
The sudden pressure around his cock pushed Arthur past the edge. He thrust deep and finished inside her, his breath rushing out in a harsh groan.
Arthur collapsed beside her on the mattress, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling.
Roxane remained facedown for a long moment, her ass flushed dark red from the spanking and her ears resting loosely against the bedsheets.
Arthur rubbed one of her ears slowly until it stopped trembling.
"That should cover at least a week," Arthur said, his voice rough.
Roxane turned her head toward him, her hair falling across her face. "That was one round."
"I’m probably returning to Lornfell before the month ends," Arthur reminded her.
Roxane didn’t argue. Instead, she pushed herself up, crawled toward the bedside drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
She returned and placed the bottle between them.
Arthur looked at the bottle, then up at her.
Roxane turned around, knelt on the mattress, and reached back with one hand to raise her small, soft tail out of the way, presenting herself to him.
"You still owe me the rest," she said.
Arthur reached for the lubricant.
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