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[Lyzänder: ToaHM] Interlewd 1 Getting Filthy (Chapter 5.1)
🕑 Added 2023-04-13 07:34:31 +0000 UTCGlint sat scowling amid loose straw bedding on the floor. He silently watched a termite beetle slowly poke its head out from the hollowed-out timber support beam before darting back inside. He scratched his head with a heavy sigh of resignation.
Staring at the curves of his first-wife, Sylvy’s naked figure, Glint had to admit things could be much, much worse. There was no denying it was his fault for choosing to gamble away their room to Vess after he proposed a bet on if Lyzander would get cold feet.
After winning, Vess chose Glint’s lodgings for the night. He had booked well in advance because of the festivities, of course. Glint’s pride didn’t allow him to back out and that was how he and his new brides wound up here.
That left him with only one option and he was adamant that he wouldn’t be spending his marital night at home. While confronting this dilemma, he discovered that his coin purse was missing.
A gang of street urchins successfully took advantage and conned him into believing they knew the perfect private spot for the throuple to fuck away the night in marital bliss. Unbeknownst to him, this building was often used for beggars and Insipid-addicts for their rutting.
His first-wife, Sylvy, had been much more forgiving and understanding than his second-wife, Skraggle of their predicament. She was eager to consummate, laying back on the freshest part of the hay and willingly spreading her legs for him. He didn’t even properly experience the pleasure of her maidenhood moulding itself to his shaft.
As soon as the tip of Glint’s cock was inside her, it started to pulse, his seed spilling out of her to pool on the floor. She had looked at him with disappointment as her first impression of him sank even lower. Her opinion only worsened when the light from the tattoo on his left forearm dimmed, the conditions of the spell having been met.
Sylvy turned over without a word. Using her white dress as a pillow, she pretended to go to sleep naked in the summer heat. That was when sourpuss Skraggle made an appearance and started to make a fuss. The greatest source of his frustration came from the conspicuously pulsing tattoo on his right wrist. Skraggle spent the entirety of the night complaining and refusing his advances and that’s where they were now.
“I can’t fucking take this noise any more!” Sylvy shouted, impatiently lurching to her feet.
Glint couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her slightly chubby form, the curve of her hips, as well as the single thickly woven blonde braid that framed her supple breasts. He shifted to hide his growing erection, but Sylvy kicked his hand away and walked behind his second-wife, Skraggle who mercifully fell silent.
Without saying another word, Sylvy brushed Skraggles brunette braids away from her shoulders and rested her hands. Sylvy caressed the fabric flat then suddenly took a fistful of Skraggle’s green dress in each hand, wrenching it down.
“Are you mad?” Skraggle demanded, loosely covering an arm across her voluptuous exposed breasts.
“I knew you were hiding something good under there. Stop playing coy, do you know the shaming you’ll face tomorrow if Glint’s first-wife tattoo is dormant and yours isn’t? Can you handle it?” Sylvy pointedly asked, placing her hands on her hips while stepping away.
“What would you know…” Skraggle started to respond before she was stopped by a slap from Sylvy across her face. It left a soft red handprint on her cheek.
“No more. You and I both know how you used to heckle the brides that happened to on the day after. You were among the most savage. I can just visualise their satisfaction and verbal retaliation already,” Sylvy replied, leaning in close to Skraggle’s ear. “I’m safe, I did my duty. But imagine all the things they will say about you, Skraggle. If that’s all, then I’m ready to leave.”
With that, Sylvy pulled her soiled white dress back on over her head with a look of disgust as she moved to wait in the doorway. She leaned against the frame and watched the pair to see what they decided to do.
Glint sat with his head turned away while trying to hide the bulge of his cock while sneaking glances at Skraggle’s captivating cleavage squished against her body under her arms. A war of emotions played out on her face before she came to a decision. Skraggle dropped her arms, putting her chest on proud display while climbing to her feet. Glint peeked up at her in surprise as she slid her dress to the dirt.
“Stop staring and do your duty, husband. I won’t be shamed any further because of you,” Skraggle resolutely said. She lay down in the spot Sylvy had just vacated who watched on with a self-satisfied expression. “Now, I want this to be over and done with as soon as possible. Ideally just enough to satisfy the conditions of the spell with your seed inside me.”
Glint was eagerly pushing himself up to go over to her but his vigour quickly faltered at her obvious disdain for him. He hesitated until Sylvy came over and braced a muddy foot to his back and shoved him forward. Skraggle watched him with an expression of disgust as she moved her body closer underneath him. She reached down, gripping his cock and guiding it to her waiting peach.
Despite her outward demeanour, Skraggle’s womanhood glistened invitingly and easily slid over Glint’s hardening manhood. He gasped at the overwhelming feeling of her peach tightly clinging to his cock. She also gasped in response, unable to suppress the sound.
Unlike before, he was able to control his response and didn’t lose control and fire off his load too early. Much to the displeasure of both brides for very different reasons, dismay for Skraggle because she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the feeling of his rock-hard cock inside her. And Sylvy, who was envious she didn’t get to properly experience it for herself after seeing Skraggle’s sour expression change to something pleasant for the first time in her life.
Skraggle’s flushed cheeks and bouncing tits spurred Sylvy on to hike up her filthy dress up and arch her back against the wall, reaching down to expertly pleasure herself as she watched. The slapping sound of Glint’s balls bouncing against Skraggle’s well-rounded ass quickly drove her to the edge.
Glint started to slow as he heaved panting breaths. Skraggle reached down to grab his hips to spur him on.
“No, don’t stop. Fuck me like a filthy whore, you fucking coward!” Skraggle unexpectedly exclaimed, throwing her head back with her eyes closed as she pulled him in deeper.
Sylvy almost lost her orgasm due to shock but it was immediately replaced by the most intense climax of her life. Her quivering legs gave out under her, no longer able to support her weight as she dropped to her knees in the filth.
Glint was equally surprised but wasn’t giving permission to stop. Each time he began to slow, Skraggle would glare at him and call him a coward, challenging his manhood to inspire him into performing better. They didn’t stop or slow down, Skraggle only grew louder until Sylvy feared they would be interrupted.
Suddenly it all came to a grinding halt, the glowing tattoo on Glint’s arm growing dull. It seems he had finished inside her with an unsatisfactory struggle to hold off, after all. Skraggle didn’t look impressed, she spat in his face and then pushed him away. Hurriedly climbing to her feet and picking up her dress from the hay. She sniffed it with a look of disgust before pulling it over her head.
“Do better next time, you were a fucking disappointment. I could do better by myself. At least Sylvy got to finish the job,” Skraggle complained, but this time Sylvy wasn’t annoyed by her outburst. Instead, she burst into uprious laughter, disturbing the rats out into the open.
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