We teleported somewhere on the other side of the city.
Llewellyn led me into a… bar, it seemed, with walls made almost entirely out of glass—so much so that it almost made me think of a greenhouse.
Inside, however, everything was bright warm lights and lucid rustic wood—the kind of place that would look insane with Christmas decorations, with leather sofas around a fireplace, a grand piano, a fairly luxurious bar counter with stools that actually seemed to be the perfect height for—
Llewellyn pulled me into a… pretty filthy kiss, before steering me toward the bar.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
Uh. Yeah.
"The liquors are really good," he added.
"Anything with aphrodisiac effects?" I asked, looking around for a menu.
Llewellyn looked amused.
"What, are you not turned on enough?" he asked, stepping forward and sliding a thigh between mine.
I moaned.
I was… very turned on.
"I just want to try it," I said, biting down on his lower lip.
That was true. Since we'd mentioned it last time, I hadn't stopped thinking about it.
"Alright," Llewellyn said after a moment, releasing me and settling on the stool next to me. "Just be ready for what that'll do."
Well, I was more than ready.
"System?" I said.
A shot glass full of a slightly pink liquid floated through the air, settling on the counter in front of me.
[System Notification: Requested item approved. Aphrodisiac shot provided.]
Great. I downed the drink in a single gulp.
"White wine for me," Llewellyn said, watching me closely as I shivered, starting to feel warmer very quickly.
Uh.
Damn, I felt—
"Alright?" Llewellyn asked, reaching out to cup the back of my head. I let out a keening sound.
I leaned in and kissed him.
Llewellyn slid his stool closer and I threw myself at him. We started making out heavily, hands everywhere. He unzipped my jeans completely and slid his hand inside, biting and sucking on my throat before trailing kisses down my naked chest, latching on a nipple.
I moaned, back pressed against the counter.
His wine sat abandoned, so I reached for it, downing it too. Llewellyn switched to my other nipple, biting hard just as his hand moved.
Fuck. Another few strokes and I would…
I pushed him back, so that he was sitting again, then slid off the stool and dropped to my knees in front of him.
I'd been right, they were indeed the right height for this.
Llewellyn looked down at me. He was still fully dressed.
I went for his trousers, unbuttoning them frantically, then caught the zipper between my teeth and pulled it down slowly just to see what he'd do.
Llewellyn went very still above me.
He was still restraining himself.
"…"
I pressed my mouth against the fabric there.
Llewellyn's breath hitched as I wet the fabric. Then, I tugged his underwear down and took him in my mouth.
Llewellyn cursed. He slid his fingers through my hair and guided my head as he liked, his touch firm.
I was on fire. This was so good.
Llewellyn's grip tightened, applying more pressure, and I moaned, shuddering.
I tried to take him deeper and Llewellyn kept my head there for a second, his grip like iron, before letting go.
Fuck.Yes.
"You can do that more," I said, gasping, still hovering close. "It's fine."
"Fucking hell," Llewellyn said instead.
"System," I said, mouthing along the side while Llewellyn tried to force my head forward so I could take him properly—which was perfect. "Give me another one of those shots."
Llewellyn paused, tugging my hair back so my head was tilted up to look at him.
"Is that wise?" he started, but I reached for the shot blindly and gulped it down before he could stop me. Then, I leaned down and went back to it.
I shuddered, hard, sucking around him, and Llewellyn cursed under his breath.
…That felt insane. I felt insane. If I had another I could probably come just from this, right?
I sucked more, letting Llewellyn control the pace. When he let me slide out—
"System?" I asked, panting. "I want another."
A third shot materialized.
[System Notification: Third aphrodisiac shot provided. Further use beyond this point is not advisable without an established bond with Partner. No additional doses will be supplied.]
Well, we just needed to bond, then.
Llewellyn stared as I downed the shot and went down on him again, taking him deep with a shuddering moan.
"…"
I was properly panting and shivering now, hot everywhere. I could definitely come just from this.
Maybe it'd been too much?
But the System hadn't stopped me, so it was probably safe.
I couldn't think properly. My head swam.
"Harder," I told him. "Come on."
Llewellyn tightened his grip and forced my head all the way down.
Yes!
"I thought you said no choking, last time?" Llewellyn asked, voice low, roughing me up a bit more.
Uh? When did I— Oh.
Fuck. I didn't know if I was lucid enough to explain this.
I panted when he pulled my head back.
"I don't like gagging," I managed. I tried to lean in again, but Llewellyn held me back by the hair, making me moan. Fuck. So good. "I like pressure. I like when you hold my head down. Just don't keep me there too long."
Llewellyn let out a noise, then forced my head back down.
"…"
That was absolutely a yes.
"Should I tie your wrists, too?" Llewellyn asked, stilling me halfway down, and I moaned around him.
A moment later, he took the rope out of his inventory and tossed it in the general direction of my wrists. The rope latched onto one, then pulled the other back too, securing them firmly behind my back.
I groaned, shuddering.
I kept shivering while Llewellyn used my mouth as he wanted, alternating between thrusting deep and pulling my head back to keep himself just out of reach.
"So needy," Llewellyn said as I strained against his hold, trying to reach him again. "Where do you want it? Your mouth? Or should I make a mess of your face?"
I groaned, extending my tongue and trying to touch him, but he didn't let me.
It was too good.
"Both," I said.
"Is that right?" Llewellyn said, guiding me forward as I welcomed him on my tongue again. Then, he thrust deep down again, keeping my head there.
I moaned, sucking frantically as he slid back out then in again, swearing under his breath. His hips bucked and I…
…came in my pants while he held my head down.
Llewellyn thrust a few more times before spilling all over my tongue, then pulled back to finish across my face.
I swallowed, dazed, licking what ended up on my lips.
"Fuck," Llewellyn breathed, chest heaving as he stared down at me. His gaze dropped to the wet patch in my trousers and his eyes widened. "Wait. Did you—"
With my wrists bound behind me, I could only lean in again to lick around him, pressing soft kisses along his length.
Llewellyn let out a noise and stood up, pulling me up with him.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," he said, tugging my trousers and underwear down as he pressed me against the bar counter.
***
The rope vanished. Llewellyn grabbed a wet cloth, wiping us both down before steering me toward the sofa.
"You drank too much aphrodisiac," Llewellyn said, biting down on my throat from behind me. "You're hard again."
I let him push me down, shuddering.
"I could have more," I said, pulling him down with me.
Llewellyn trapped me there beneath him.
"Absolutely not," he said, looking down at me. His hair was a mess. "Do you want to come as soon as I breathe on you?"
I shuddered, pulling him into a kiss. His fingers closed around me and I arched up.
…I could already come again.
"You don't even need to be prepared," Llewellyn groaned, sliding two fingers inside and biting on my throat. It was true, there must have been something in the drink that took care of that, too.
His mouth crashed onto mine. I tried to arch up but he pressed me harder into the sofa, holding me down, his fingers still moving inside.
A few moments later, he materialized the same vials as last time—two of them this time—and pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand.
I moaned, biting at his lip, and he retaliated by marking me again.
Fuck.
I was so hot.
"How many times can you come with the amount you drank?" Llewellyn said, opening a vial and coating his fingers. "Let's test it."
His fingers slid deeper, making me arch up, then he pinned me down and took me in his mouth.
I thrashed beneath him. Between the aphrodisiac, the potions, his mouth—
"Llewellyn," I groaned.
"Should have thought about it before you had so much," Llewellyn said, biting down on my thigh. "Look at you. I could keep you like this all night and you'd beg for more."
That had been the plan. I didn't want to stop. But—
My back arched off the sofa. The aphrodisiac had me burning from the inside out.
Llewellyn did something devastating with his tongue, and I shuddered and came apart.
"Already?" Llewellyn murmured, biting down on my hip. "That's two."
Fuck. Why was he so—
I was still twitching when he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up.
The leather was slick with sweat beneath me. I tried to brace myself on my elbows but he pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me down.
"Can't—" I gasped.
"You can," Llewellyn said, and thrust inside me.
I couldn't form words anymore. My fingers clawed at the sofa.
Fuck, it was so good.
Everything was too much and I couldn't do anything but take it, face pressed into the cushions, muffling the sounds.
The aphrodisiac wouldn't let me come down. I was hard again already, leaking against my stomach.
"Please," I managed.
"Please what?" Llewellyn said, keeping me down. His teeth found my shoulder and he bit down, hard.
I came immediately.
Llewellyn laughed, grazing his teeth up, just over my nape, then licking over it.
"That seems to be a moot point now," he said. He pulled out to turn me around, before thrusting in again.
I couldn't think. I couldn't even breathe properly. I arched up and felt heat coiling tighter and tighter until—
I came again, untouched, sobbing into the air.
Llewellyn pulled my head back hard and kissed me, and I moaned, melting into the sofa.
That potion to remove discomfort was working too well. Even between orgasms, pleasure just kept spiking up until I was ready to crash again.
Llewellyn's fingers slid into my mouth and I made a sound that would've been embarrassing if I had any shame left.
"More?" Llewellyn asked, somehow going even deeper.
I couldn't answer. My head fell back against the sofa.
He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes," I managed. "Don't stop."
His teeth bit down on my lower lip, then licked over it.
I gasped.
The aphrodisiac had me so sensitive that even the air against my skin felt like too much. Every bite was just—
"You're taking it so well," Llewellyn said against my ear, and I groaned. Why was he so good at this? "Can you keep going?"
What kind of question was that?
"Obviously," I said, or tried to. It came out garbled.
Llewellyn laughed.
"Look at you," he said, his mouth finding mine while his palm spread across my stomach. "Completely gone."
I felt myself flush all over.
My fingers twisted through his hair, dragging him closer. He retaliated by pulling my head back until I was arching up. The stretch in my neck was perfect. Everything was perfect.
He bit down.
Fuck.
I came again.
***
Even after coming five, six, seven times, I was still hard and shuddering.
"Still don't think you overdid it?" Llewellyn asked while we were making out on the sofa, after he'd cleaned us both up.
Or well, he kissed me and I tried to keep up while I writhed and panted under him whenever he touched anywhere.
Llewellyn laughed, licking and biting wherever he wanted, holding me down. His tongue pushed deeper as he caught my wrists again, and I arched up and came again all over him.
Fuck. I was never going to be able to get that image out of my mind.
My brain was fried. I wanted more.
"I could really have that fourth shot," I said, panting, then groaned when Llewellyn went for my wrists again.
"You're already hard again. You don't need it."
I moaned.
"What do you want to do this time?"
He hadn't taken any aphrodisiac, so we had to pace things properly unless we started using toys or… objects. Weren't there a lot of bottles with thick glass around here? The image of being held down on the bar, Llewellyn's hand pressing the glass in slow—
Wait, no, what am I even thinking!
I was burning up.
I wriggled one of my wrists free from his grip and, when he let it go, I pulled him into a kiss again.
"Let me know when you're ready to fuck my mouth again," I panted.
Llewellyn groaned. A moment later, he pushed me down onto the floor as he sat on the sofa, and parted my lips so he could slide in.
He was stopping himself less—which was great. I didn't need to tell him to fuck deep and hold me there anymore, and he could figure out exactly when to yank me back to let me breathe or lean down to pull me into a filthy kiss while I was kneeling between his thighs.
He also didn't hold back when it came to pushing my face onto the floor while he slid in from behind. My eyes kept going to the large window.
I wouldn't do this with actual people around, but if this place had had any people, the view from there would have been insane.
Though I would let him in front of NPCs, if Llewellyn was into that. In fact, on the pirate ships I'd been so ready to—
Llewellyn must have been close, because he hauled me up and toward the side of the big fireplace, pushing my face against it before sliding into me again. His chest was against my back, his arm around my waist, his hand lower, between me and the fireplace—just there, not doing anything while he thrust in.
I shuddered and came all over it, groaning. Llewellyn followed right after.
"…"
"Want to have a go outside?" Llewellyn asked, still inside me, mouthing at the nape of my neck.
Fuck.
I shuddered.