Ero-Game: Power and Sword

Madelief burst into Sven’s bedroom, and I followed. Sven was having tea with 2 of his sons and his bodyguard. His two sons were engaged in the conversation. But the bodyguard, a tough-looking woman, sat disinterestedly at the table - forced to listen to their blabber; she  constantly monitored the windows and doors. The boys were chatting away till we burst in.
“Dely?” Sven inquiringly examined me.
“Boys, step out for a moment. Your father and I need to speak.”
“Huh?” Her son said.
“You too, Xulia.” She told the bodyguard.
“Yes, madam.” She rose from her seat. “Come on, boys.” Her sons followed her out of the room while taking glances at me.

After the door closed, we were left alone in the room, and I took a seat at the tea-table. An annoyed snort escaped Madelief’s lips as she watched me make myself at home. She sat down at the table with an annoyed expression and tapped nervously on the table.
Sven was smiling till he saw his wife’s expression. “Dely?” Dely was their nickname for her.
She looked him in the eyes, then opened and closed her mouth like a fish, so I rubbed her back to calm her down, but she swatted my hand away. Since she didn’t seem to want to speak, I spoke for her, “Your wife and I have reached an agreement.”
“Err.” She groaned.
With a confident smile, I gently took his hand in mine. Sven was a handsome man in the middle of his life. He had slick back hair that had been dyed dirty-blond to stylize his greys along the sides. He wore a sleeveless V-neck blouse that revealed his smooth skin and tight cotton  pants that showed off more than his legs.
His soft grey eyes looked at me suspiciously. “And you are?”
“Sherrie, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a friend of your wife’s.” Madelief stayed silent. “Your wife wants us to… talk privately.” His eyes widened. I turned to her and said, “I think he understands. You can leave. Unless you want to watch?”
Her nostrils flared at me for a split second. She then slid her chair back and stood up.
“Dely?” He whined. She said nothing. She kept up her facade in front of her husband, remaining domineeringly stoic and showing incredible calm compared to her outburst in the office. “Dely?” His neck twisted as she walked out of the room. Finally, when the door closed, he turned back to me.
I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, your wife won’t think any less of you for this.”
“Who are you?” He questioned.
“I thought I already introduced myself. Sherrie. I’m your wife’s friend.”
“Friend?”
“Yes. And we just closed a business deal.” I caressed his arm.
“Ah.” Realization sunk in; before, there was doubt; now, he was sure. He’d thought their relationship with their wife was getting better. She was finally making love to everyone again instead of spending ungodly  hours at the bar. Sure, she still goes sometimes, but she was spending so much more time at home. And he thought they could be like they were 5 years ago. But now this…
He’d had a privileged life from the day he was born; if having 50000+ points wasn’t enough, his mother was rich. He’d always had bodyguards around him. Constantly protecting him. And though his marriage was  arranged by his mother, he respected Madelief immensely. And fell in  love with her while watching her work hard and struggle to earn everything. He was there with her through the hard times… So he never thought she’d… He’d heard about it, read about it, watched plays about it… And he knew of the brothels, he knew his wife visited them  sometimes, but he never thought… he’d be like one of them. That he’d be used… And Madelief would… No one has ever…
While he sat there shocked, I got up and closed the curtains. The sunlight was coming in… I didn’t want anyone else to see. I didn’t want to stain his honour. This would stay between him, his wife, and me; no one else needed to know.
The room was dark with the curtains closed, and only a pepper of light sprinkled through the fabric. I drew the chair closer to him and sat. I opened up the box of chocolates, and his eyes sparkled for a moment. He was a chocolate lover. “Want some?” He refused to answer, though I could tell he was drooling for some. I picked up one of the pieces of chocolate and held it to his mouth. “Say, a.”
He looked at me with those grey eyes and asked, “You’re a beautiful young woman; do you need to do this?”
“Say, a,” I repeated with a gentle smile. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I placed the piece on his tongue. He relaxed as soon as he tasted the chocolate, and despite his closed eyelids, I could tell his pupils rolled back.
He opened his eyes and asked, “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“My favourite chocolate.”
I smiled. “Maybe I guessed.”
Then he thought for a moment and wondered aloud with a frown, “Did Dely tell you?”
“Maybe.” I coyly said.
“She told you…” He was lost in his head.
I picked up another piece of chocolate and brought it to his mouth. “Say, a.”
“Oh, a.” He opened his mouth, and I put it on his tongue. His worries melted away when he tasted the chocolate. “So, she wants this…” I didn’t answer him but put another chocolate in his mouth. While the chocolate melted in his mouth, I watched his grey eyes become murky with anger, confusion, and self-hatred. “If that’s what she wants…” He self-mockingly muttered. He was taking the news well enough, I thought. So I brought another chocolate piece to his mouth, but this time as he  was about to eat it, I pulled it away, and he chomped on air. “Huh?” He frowned.
I put the piece in my mouth and kissed him. He saw me coming but didn’t back away. He eagerly sucked on my tongue; the flavour of his flesh and chocolate mixed splendidly. I wrapped my arms around him, and our tongues played long after the chocolate melted. We broke only to gasp for air. His eyes said it all; he’d given in to my charms; he was afraid yet excited. “Lift up your arms. Let’s get this off.” I lifted his  blouse. His arms went up, and the blouse came off. Slim yet soft. I let my hands run down his stomach to his crotch and grabbed his balls.
“Aw.” He moaned.
I put another chocolate in my mouth and brought my mouth close to his but didn’t kiss. I smiled at him, tempting him with the chocolate, and just as I hoped, he kissed me… We broke again, gasping for air, our privates throbbing for each other. I could feel his hardness on my hand. We both looked down at his dick which strained against his cotton pants… He was embarrassed. I stood up, smiled, and as I unbuttoned my  shirt, I asked, “Should we move to the bed.”
“The bed…?” He was still reluctant. He looked at the soft, bouncy bed, then at me, a beautiful young woman with voluptuous breasts, dark eyes, and seductive hips. He was afraid, afraid of his own desires. I let him think while I took off everything except my panties and bra. Then I used [telekinesis] on the front legs of his chair to spin him towards me. “Wha?”
I caressed his cheek, chin, ear, neck, shoulder, and down his arm. I stared into his grey eyes and said, “Sven, I’m not leaving this room without fucking you.”
“Oh.”
“The choice is,” I said without breaking eye contact as I sat down on his lap with my legs wide apart, “the bed or the chair, Sven.” And I grabbed his package and squeezed.
“Aw…” I could tell he was too afraid to say it aloud, but his pupils darted to the bed. His eyes begged for the bed.
“Fine,” I said and pulled him to the bed.

I got on the bed and pulled him in for a kiss. While we made out, I slipped my hand into his pants and stroked his hard dick. He was ready for a wet  pussy. I pushed him down on the bed, grabbed his pants by the waist, and lifting his leg up high, I pulled it off. Exposed, he laid there  vulnerable in all his glory, his hard dick throbbing for a pussy. I took off my bra and exposed my puffy nipples. My panties came off just as  quickly, revealing my womanhood. I smirked at his trembling eyes, which were wide with awe. Tossing my panties aside, I squatted on top of him and leaned over to look into his eyes. We sucked in each other’s warm ragged breaths. I planted my mouth on him and made him suck on my  tongue. While he did that, I grabbed his throbbing dick and put it  inside my wet pussy. “Erm…” I lowered myself, and he groaned into my  mouth as he slid deeper in.
“Eewm.” I moaned as he filled me up. I clutched his hair and thrust my hips. He grabbed my shin and groaned into my mouth. I shook my hips and worked his dick…
I felt his body squirm underneath me as he neared his orgasm. His legs spread wider, his toes curled, his hips wiggled arrhythmically to my  thrusts, and he twisted his head and broke our kiss for air. So I nibbled on his ear, and just as I did, he released his points.
“Haw.” He moaned as he ejaculated inside me. I smiled at the pop-up window that told me I had reached level 20; finally, there were options for a new spell.
I kissed his neck and rested my body on his… I felt his heartbeat and watched him breathe as his dick slipped out of my pussy. I wanted to  stay snuggled up with him for the rest of the day, but I knew Madelief wouldn’t like that. So I got out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to  clean up and take a quick piss.

He was under the sheets when I came out. I found my underwear and put it back on.
“So I guess now that you have what you want, you don’t need me anymore.” He said from under the sheets.
I walked over to the bed and kissed him. He didn’t reject me but welcomed me with love, and I ended up climbing back on the bed. We must’ve made out for 5 minutes before I broke it off and said, “I’d love to stay, Sven. But I better not.”
“Yeah, you already got what you wanted.” He sulked.
I didn’t bother explaining it to him. I shook my head and put my clothes back on. He kept sulking till the end; still, I said, “Bye,” as I walked out of the room.

***

As soon  as I exited his room, I noticed Madelief leaning against the wall across from the door, waiting for me. She had a look on her face like she’d just eaten shit. Her face was sweaty, and her owl-like eyes  twitched madly…
So I went over to her and said, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Hahaha…” She laughed like a lunatic.
“Right…” We stood in that disgusting silence for a few seconds before I couldn’t take it any longer and said, “Well, you won’t have to see me  for the next few months. I’m going on a trip… We’ll… talk again when I get back.” Hopefully, she’ll have calmed down by then. She didn’t say  anything but clutched her chest in pain, so it wasn’t difficult to read  her mind… So I decided to leave. “I’ll see myself out.”

***

I went over the document she gave me again on the carriage ride home. Just like in the game, it told me everything I needed to know about the man, his  address, marital status, family history, favourite food, and so on. Unfortunately, his address indicated that he was in the Capital. “She didn’t even give me a man in Delaron. Now I’m glad I cucked her.” I grumbled to myself as I reinserted the paper into the envelope.

***

When I walked into our bedroom, Sterling was reading a book on the couch. He was in his cute short shorts and baggy shirt, which gave the impression that he was wearing nothing underneath the shirt. After putting the envelope away, I asked, “What’re you reading?” As I hopped closer to him.
“Gray Knight.” He ignored my playful hops.
“What’s that?” I leaned over him.
He shrugged his shoulders, not giving me the attention I deserved. “Halit lent it to me.”
“Okay.” I knelt at his feet and untied his short shorts. After undoing the string, it was easy to pull open the front and bring out his soft peen. I kissed his manhood and looked up at him. He wasn’t reading his book anymore. “You can keep reading. I’m just going to suck on this  gorgeous guy.”
“Ah, okay.” He tried to read, but soon he was moaning and squirming on his seat, failing to retain a single sentence as I sucked and licked his dick. “I’ll read it later.” He finally said, throwing the book aside.
I took his peen out of my mouth only to shrug and tell him, “Do whatever you want, babe.” And I went back to slurping on his dick. I sucked him loudly and filled the room with those carnal noises.

I felt a tap on my leg, and I heard Otto’s voice say, “Put this under your knees.”
I stopped sucking Sterling and looked back. Behind me, Otto was also on his knees, offering me a pillow. “Oh, thanks.” I lifted my legs so he could place it under my knees. Then I yanked Sterling’s short shorts  lower to lick his balls. Otto unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants while I played with Sterling’s balls… He pulled my pants and panties down to my knees, then fondled my cheeks and buried his face between my legs. I felt his tongue slither into my pussy, and when he tasted Sven, he pulled out and asked, “How many men did you scam today?” I rolled my eyes and ignored him.
He gave my bun a slap, “Ew,” I moaned on Sterling’s balls and wiggled my butt. He went back down and ate more sloppy pussy. I pushed back on his face, and his tongue fucked my throbbing clit till I came on his face. “Eww…” I drooled on Sterling’s package as my toes curled and my stomach shook…
Then I felt his dick on my pussy, teasing my entrance. He slapped it with his dick and made my asshole pucker. It sent waves of heat through my legs, stomach and spine. My nipples felt erect. I stopped sucking  Sterling entirely and used his package more as a place to rest my face. Otto teased me till I was desperately tight and wiggling my ass back and forth for him. Sterling stroked my hair and watched us with a smile. Then he leaned over and groped my ass. “Eemm.” I moaned with the smell of Sterling’s organ on my face; I yearned for both of them. Invade me, plough my flesh; I wanted to cry, but it’d be weak for a woman to say such things, so I held my tongue.
“Tell me what you want?” He growled as he smeared his pre-cum on my pussy. The bastard knows I can’t say it. “Say it.” He hit my clit with  his big dick; my flesh tightened viciously.
“Dick,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” He said while rubbing what I wanted just outside of where I wanted it.
The bastard! I furiously grunted, “Mutt, I need your dick.” A hard smack landed on my butt, and “Err,” I groaned and nibbled on Sterling’s balls.
“Em.” Sterling yelped.
“Don’t call me a mutt, bitch.” He growled as he grabbed my waist and penetrated me.
“Aw. I’ll call aw you aw whatever aw I want, mutt.” I managed to say while he banged me.
“Err.” He grunted. “You’re so stupid-”
“Maybe you should both stop. Otto, she’s our woman, and I don’t like it when you call her that. And, Sherrie, he doesn’t like it when you call him a mutt, so if you keep doing it, he might not make you that cake you like.”
“Sterling?” Not my cake! He’s worse than Otto! “No.” I moaned.
Otto leaned over, pushed my face off Sterling’s gorgeous manhood, and took it for himself; wrapping his lips around his manhood, he sucked him and fucked me. I salivated as I watched him pleasure his brother. As he  bobbed his head, I noticed how beautifully his tanned skin contrasted with his brother’s fair one.
Sterling clutched his brother’s hair and jerked his hips with his bobs. I bit Sterling’s thigh. “Aw.” He moaned and held down Otto’s head, pushing his dick deeper into his brother’s mouth. “I’m cumming,” he  groaned and ejaculated into Otto’s mouth. After he’d finished emptying  his balls, Sterling collapsed on the couch, exhausted.
Otto grabbed my hair, twisted my head, opened his mouth, and showed me a puddle of Sterling’s creamy cum. He wanted to share. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. We kissed passionately and shared some loveable cum; his tongue definitely improved the taste. The rich fumes of his semen still lingered in our nostrils when Otto broke our kiss to grunt,  “I’m cumming.” And slammed his pelvis into my glutes.
“Oh.” That last thrust forced air out of my lungs. “Yeah, more cum…” I said as my pupils drifted behind my eyelids. I had a mini-orgasm as he squirted his semen inside me.

After he’d finished cumming, I asked, “Do you guys want to take a shower together.” I was sweating like a pig.
“Sure,” Sterling said.
“And how about you?” I asked Otto.
“I have to get back to work. I only came for a break.” He said.
“So you’re not going to shower with us?”
“You’ll stink if you don’t take a shower. You should take a shower with us.” Sterling urged him.
“Ah… Okay, I’ll take a shower.” Sterling got through to him.
“Good,” I said.