Once again, Seamus found himself on the losing side of the bargain. Honestly, he needed to make sure Isolde suffered just as much as he did.
He did not want this to end like the Corvane conflict, where he and the others were forced to keep running, wounded, cornered, and slowly dying.
So he grabbed a handful of her silver hair while she was busy licking his cock. She lifted her head, eyes half-lidded, as if silently asking what he wanted, her hand still stroking his shaft in slow, deliberate movements that made him hiss.
He straightened his posture and leaned back against the headboard, forcing himself to regain control.
"I think we need to talk about your involvement in all the conflicts you created," he said, breathless despite himself. "I want you to end what you started."
Isolde’s hand slid up to the tip, her thumb brushing over the sensitive opening as she smiled.
"So you want me to stay by your side all the time?" she teased softly. "That is rather sweet."
She smirked. "If you like me that much, you should have said so earlier."
"What? Stop twisting my words," he snapped, teeth clenched just as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip before taking it into her mouth.
Her tongue moved slowly, circling him with careful precision before she swallowed his cock deeper, the warmth and tightness making his breath hitch despite his frustration.
He let out a sharp gasp, fingers digging into the mattress.
"Damn it, Isolde. Don’t cut me like this."
She shook her head and began to move, her pace unhurried but purposeful. One hand slid down to cup his balls, squeezing just enough to make him groan despite himself.
His grip tightened on the sheets as her throat flexed subtly, her tongue working along his length, coating him with saliva to ease her movements.
"You are enjoying this far too much, aren’t you?" he muttered through clenched teeth when her eyes flicked up to meet his and her pace quickened in response.
His cock filled her mouth and throat, yet she showed no sign of discomfort. Her free hand drifted down to her own body, fingers slipping between her thighs as she fingered her pussy, already slick and eager to be stuffed.
She was wet, painfully so, aroused simply by pleasing him.
Seamus would be lying if he claimed it didn’t affect him. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her back just enough for his cock to slide free.
"Let’s change positions."
"Oh?" she purred. "You want a taste of this pussy too?"
Her confidence irritated him, but he said nothing.
Instead, he grabbed her slender waist and turned her around, lifting her carefully until her body shifted and her legs rested against his shoulders, her wet cunt now right in front of him.
"I see," she said softly. "Letting you sleep with so many women does have its advantages."
"Letting me?" he chuckled darkly. "Even if you tried to forbid it, I would still do whatever I want. You don’t own me, Isolde."
She hummed in response, unbothered. "Of course. Whatever makes you happy, Seamus."
She didn’t waste time speaking anymore and lowered herself to him, taking his cock into her mouth.
It rested comfortably in her throat as she moved at a steady pace, her hands never leaving his balls as if she intended to drain him completely.
Seamus inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the sensation.
While she worked him, his fingers slid between Isolde’s thighs, brushing against her clit. He pressed gently at first, then began slow circular motions that made her entire body jolt.
"Mhhh~" she moaned around him, the vibration sending a sharp thrill through his cock.
Her pussy was already drooling, thick warmth spilling freely as his fingers pushed into her entrance.
She was perfect inside, her walls clenching tightly around him, needy and impatient, as if begging to be filled.
"You really are a bitch, Isolde," he muttered. "Your pussy wants my cock that badly, huh?"
"Hnngg!"
She could barely respond with her mouth full. Isolde pushed herself faster, bobbing eagerly, clearly trying to make him cum so he would finally fuck her.
Seamus chuckled quietly. At least here, he had the upper hand.
Her body trembled, eyes unfocused, her blowjob growing sloppy as he kept pressing into her G spot and circling her clit, making sure she was more than ready.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, he slapped her ass. It jiggled under his palm, slick and dripping.
"Use your mouth properly," he said, irritated. "I cannot enjoy it if you slack off like that."
Instead of offending her, it only made Isolde more desperate. She pushed her ass back, rolling her hips, silently begging for his fingers or even his tongue.
"Ugh, Seamus. Don’t be so cruel."
But he denied her.
"Make me cum first, Isolde. Then I will make you cum."
He was certain he heard a frustrated whine, but she obeyed anyway. She put his cock inside again, her movements turning flawless as she swallowed him deeper. Her throat contracted beautifully, just like her pussy had.
"Oh fuck..." he murmured as his hips started moving with her rhythm.
He leaned back against the headboard, body trembling, sweat sliding down his temples as he finally came.
He filled her mouth with his release, and Isolde swallowed everything eagerly, as if savoring it. When she pulled back, lips wet, she smiled.
"Now make me cum too, Seamus. You promised."
"I never promised," he replied. "But fine."
His fingers plunged back inside her, fast and deep, making her body jerk violently as she cried out his name.
"Ohh~ Ahhhnnn! More, Seamus!"
He attacked her clit with his tongue relentlessly. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers so tightly that it became hard to move.
"Seamus~ Hngghhh!"
Her moans grew louder as she clutched his thigh, her breasts grinding against his cock, making him hard again.
’Damn it. Her tits feel amazing.’
Not long after, Isolde’s body stiffened before she convulsed violently, screaming without restraint.
"CUMMIIINGGHH~"
Her pussy overflowed with thick warmth as he withdrew his fingers. Watching her like this, flushed and ruined, made his cock throb painfully.
He could not wait any longer. He wanted to devour her.