A Little Too Focused on the Game
Game On and Suck Off!
B_25 & Knarfdarf
“You haft gowt to bwe kiddin' mwe!”
Quick Wit threw his head back from the pleasure coursing down the sides of his cock, feeling, though the space of her mouth was tight, the plushness of Luna’s lips brushing closer to his base.
And yet, Luna kept trying to talk, despite the cock stuffed in her mouth.
“Tha kiwill was lag! Youw couldn't snipe evwen with an infrewed scope on!”
Quick Wit exhaled sharply through his snout. Her voice, muffled by his girth, reverberated through his shaft in a low hum—a constant, tickling pleasure. It teased him to no end. Fingers curled the sheets of the bed against his palm to repressed the overload, sensory goodness.
Luna played with him like how she played with her game.
And when she was in the zone? Heated by him and enraged by the game, there was nothing able to take her focus away.
Quick Wit shook his head. How did they end up this way so quickly again? His talent of words led to their meeting, but during their first conversation, she hardly said anything with her lips pressed against a tea cup. Only that, after it was done, he went from public to private guard, and after months shared together with hardly anything more said, he went from private to personal guard.
And now, here they were, with her sweet bottom hovering before his face, her doughy, midnight-blue thighs locked against the sides of his head, keeping his face stuck behind her behind.
The slope of her supple cheeks wobbled slightly before his eyes, and nestled below them, the arch over bottom teased Quick with sight of Luna’s small, tight, perfect little pussy.
Still gotta check in with my cock to see if this is punishment or pleasure. Luna’s body sprawled the top of her flanks, her lovely back too far away to be seen from down in-between her legs. At least Quick could glance slightly underneath their frame, over the field of their frames, her taut belly and his sculpted abodeon, her plush breasts resting and welling over his crotch.
They swished, and they swayed, rubbing over his crotch and propping Luna up over his cock.
Darkness rested over the room around them, that was, besides the faint light of the screen washing over the room, coming short only to the sides of the bed. Luna’s body blocked sight of the screen. Not that Quick minded the sight.
Though, sometimes, when the match revved up, Luna lost herself to the match, slacking in sucking his member, leaving him inside her mouth, warm and wet, but with no contact being made. It took the sporadic twitching of his dick against her tongue before it would rise to life around him again.
Then came the click of the microphone. Luna had been wearing a headset that cupped her face in the most adorable—and slightly cheeky—way, but whenever she slide it over one ear, even though it meant she was about to spell doom—she looked even cuter because of it.
“Qwuick Wit!” Her words came slobbered from the dick nestled in-between her lips, so far gone in her zone to even bother to take the cock out of her mouth to speak properly. Every word, every hum, vibrated his member with trembling delight. “I'm not swucking you off fwr fwree!”
Quit Wit coughed. Luna’s sizable ass backed into his head, the bounce of her cheeks beating lightly into his face, threatening it with the softest punch of a thick booty. “I'll crwush you with thwose mwoons you love so mwuch if you keep stwill!”
Now wasn't the time for quick words off the tongue, but rather, for a sharp tongue itself. Her headphones slipped back on over her head, meaning Luna left their world again—her doughy cheeks, wet pussy, and clamping thighs were still here, of course, and in desperate need of attention.
Quick Wit wasn’t the only one neglected by Luna.
Quick went in. Face diving in-between the cheeks, rubbing sideways against her moons, her flanks wobbling against him from his movement. They rolled over him like a sea made of supple firmness, consuming him, rocking him into a different world of sexual bliss.
Then he pulled back. Exhaling that out of his system, he raised his hands to sides of her cheeks—but not before slapping the massive curves for all the delicious wobbles they dished out.
And the long, prolonged moan in the distance, spoke of his efforts.
“Who do you think you are! Running me owever simply because you could!” Luna raised herself higher on his cock, doing so for her words to become more clear—much to Quick groaning. Less cock in her mouth meant she spoke better, sure, but taking that pleasure away from him when he was throbbing wasn’t fair at all.
He became used to a certain level of pleasure from her—taken away by that damn game.
“I'll see you nwot only reported in-game, but to the Royal Sister of the nation you live in!”
You… are such… a tease... Luna… all because of that… g-game! Quick lifted his hands from the bed, and hovered them over the dark-blue cheeks, knowing yelling, attempting to get her attention would be pointless.
Words? Worthless.
Making Luna experience the same, sexual despair? Priceless.
But if you're so distracted by your game, then let's see how you do with my distractions.
His hands slapped down on her cheeks again, but while they tried to wobble the slap away, instead, his fingers kneaded the softness as they welled up in the gaps between his fingers. The perfect give to support all the fat curving along that ass.
Princess Luna twitched in the distance, not quite expecting the change of pace, but not saying anything about it. Without having to be told, her mouth dived a bit deeper over his cock, and this time, with a tongue rolling around underneath the rounding curve of his head.
Now we're getting somewhere, aren't we, princess? Quick Wit was known for more than just his words as his hands got to working her ass, kneading and squeezing in places only to let go, slide low, and grab once more. It wasn't simply for the pleasure of plushness that would fit well in his palm—but for the little trembles, tiny shakes, Luna's body did almost without her knowing. If you're going to be so distracted by your games as to toy with me—well, it's only fair that I do a bit of toying of my own.
Quick leaned in below the cheeks, where Luna still had her bottom arched, her little pussy nestled along the smooth slope. He buried his face against it, the contact eliciting a coursing shiver through Luna's frame—her mouth dived down near the base of his dick out of response to the sudden, blissful act.
We're just getting started, princess.
Quick closed his eyes as he handed controls over to the experience of his body, something which, though he knew all the right places and ways to please the gaming princess, trusted only in the subconscious acting of his body to fulfill the deed.
He parted his lips to feel something small, something smooth, a delicate field of fur covering a dense ball of pleasure entering his mouth. Luna's clit. Tight and tiny. Smooth and soft. One lick for a shudder; a brushing of the teeth to have her body thrust.
For a mostly impassive girl, her clit was too, far too sensitive for her personality.
Or maybe it let on more about her than she ever dared to speak of.
“Y-You! Nwo spawn camping!” Luna continued to rattle off the insults, the intense quaking of her body slowing into a few, heavy shudders. Had she lost herself to the game so easily? Sucking dick and yet so easily able to keep playing. “Bravo-four. Set mwines around bwase, Show them thwa prwice fwor chweating.”
Damn it! Quick Wit went to shake his head only to feel the plush thighs on his face locking a bit harder, yanking him forward. Luna round ass rocked toward him simultaneously—crushing his head against him. Her body was needy even if her mind was set on video games; acting all on its own, her frame.
How interesting. Oh, no. After toying with me like that, I'm not going to make it any easier on you.
Quick Wit went in for her pussy again, feeling how slick it pressed against his lips, the constant trickle juices of a lady splatting over his chest. Her pussy dampened with juices. The inside of her cunt warming and contracting and welling in desperate squeezing for something more.
And Quick wasn't all that far behind either. A twitching of his dick inside her mouth—met each time by her tongue batting it in the opposite direction. Even though she was set in her game, her body still accounted for his jerks and played against them—doubling his pleasure, but still beating him in their game of fun.
Sorry, Luna. Quick took her clit into pass his lips again. His tongue slipped out and through her puffy blue folds, right into the little hole tucked away, its tip grabbed by her contracting walls. He lapped against them despite the tight space, collecting their juices on his tongue—a bitter taste rising across his buds, twisting, seconds later, in a sweetness in the final chorus.
Luna’s body sold her out, after all.
He tongued in deeper, reaching further, the tight walls tightening with the distance, squeezing his tongue but in need of something more. There wasn't much he could have done in that sense, however. All he could do was suckle on her clit from above, ride the shudders of her crotch and bounces of her ass—all for Luna to secure more of that all-too-good feeling from him.
Quick Wit knew she loved it. How the dirty game girl rubbed her pussy against his face, left and right and swaying all over the place like a dog in heat wanting to just rub its privates all over someone and have their cunt lick and lapped and sucked and kissed until she could finally release her sweet juices all over his body.
How could a girl be so expressive and passive at the same time? From underneath her body, Quick could see her breasts resting on his crotch, her face barely seen through the crack of her cleavage, and even then, as she slid up and down his member, her eyes were glued to the screen—not much expression coming to her face.
And yet her body shook everywhere. Her body coming forward only to fly back against him, the cheeks of her ass connecting and flattening against his forehead while her pussy rubbed up and down his lips—sometimes her clit being rubbed against his nose.
The scent. That thick, dense, musk of a girl—somehow subtle on the initial sniff, but expanding and consuming inside of his lungs. It drove him. Cracking his eyes wide and his mouth wider as he took more of her pussy into his mouth, caressing her lips, licking her walls all to the final shudder of her being.
Quick didn't know if who was going to blow first. The moment he had decided to go ham, Luna had decided to do the same, still swearing off insults over the mic but still treating him right. Right now, she was on a five-person kill-streak, owning the mic with brags while her words were nothing with the full size of his shaft tucked in-between her lips.
And what a master at sucking dick she was!
Luna might have been lost in her game, but she could still please the guard on autopilot. Every so often, following the firing of her gun in the game, her controller would vibrate from the recoil—the controller left on his heavy sack. It buzzed, it vibrated, a subtle pleasure more damning than pleasing for how much it teased and how little it delivered.
Not only that, but Luna had dived into a rhythm too. She kept speaking non-stop while her kills rose and her team took the lead, no doubt stirring on the other members with her team with her slurred, moan-sounding-words. At the very least, every single one of them vibrated the poor male's cock while she continued her stuff.
Her stuff of lifting herself to the head of his cock, tightening her lips around it and sucking the life out of it—before diving down to his base, taking his tip into the back of her throat where the silk-like walls there would squeeze around him far better than any of his wildest dreams.
The game then entered the last five minutes, but to the couple, both of them only had a minute on the clock. Luna ditched the slurping to instead dive her head, up and down, quick than quicker, his length burying itself into her throat, which then squeezed tightly around him, a huge that made his dick twitch into finishing.
Then the duo came, in a single moment, together at once.
Quick Wit closed his eyes as torrents of femcum poured over his face, the spicy-sweet musk intensifying into his snout, hooking his mind to sexual delight. He twitched. Mouth open, tongue out, drinking bout after bout of milky cum—all while his hips bucked, against the weight of Luna's chest, deep into the depths of her throat.
He came. Head rolling back with eyes clenching close as the building pressure in his dick, that welling of intensity before a dam of restraint—broken, by soft and long licks of the tongue, sucking and clamping over his girth and, finally, the feeling of burying himself deep into her tight throat, clutched and held in place by her walls, the final caresses needed for his release.
Spurt after spurt of the dense white substance, gooey in an attractive kind of way, one Luna no doubt would have enjoyed rolling over her fingers. She pulled back from his cock as it erupted, twitch and fire, a shivering mess of utter delight unable to contain its prize within the space of her maw.
Luna kept trying to say something through each thick explosion of cum from his cock, but unlike when her mouth was full with meat, now, levels of cum welled at the bottom of her mouth—spilling over her bottom-lip she spoke.
It only got worse for her, and for Quick Wit, far better.
As he emptied out inside of her mouth, the pressure of her mouth intensified with the lack of space. Spews of a white shot from the sides of her mouth after every shot, splattering against her cheek, falling on his thighs, welling her cleavage, dampening the dark-blue fur.
Quick fell back from her bottom as his head fell against the cushion of the bed, closing his mouth and tilting his head back, gulping down the remains of her excess down his throat. Rolling his head to the right, he saw across the side of her body, cast in the dim glow of the screen, only to be then amazed at the sight ahead.
Princess Luna, still hunched forward, cock in mouth, eyes glaring at the screen, sucking cock, drinking cum—with spots over her cheeks and chest and arms—while not even glancing away from the screen. She'd yet to die, and gotten two kills during the orgasm, a feat she placed minuscule focus on either.
How... can she be so intense during sex... and not even be immersed in it? Quick knew he had done a good job. She came harder than she had before. No girl sucks cock that well without being motivated by an equal feeling; a desire to match what was being done to them. How the hell did I get with such a strange girl? Maybe I can sneak out of here easily enough... if she's so focused.
Quick rolled his head back over, blinking, coming to laugh at himself. His hands gripped the thick blue thighs that had once been crushing his face, grinding him into her fat backside, where they had worked even harder to lock him against her pussy.
He went to let go. His cock tingled its last delight, shrinking, becoming soft. Without a doubt, it would plop right out of her mouth, and she would go back to harassing others on the microphone, indifferent to having come moments prior.
But that, of course, didn't happen.
“Where do you think you're going? That's only round one—and it ended in a tie.” Quick blinked at the distant voice of the girl, still totally focused on the game, but her voice set only him. There and yet not there. Something about that strangely attracted Quick. “Don't think going soft is an excuse to get out of our agreement. The past week has been poor, and video games haven't felt the same in a while.”
Quick opened his mouth to speak but found his throat dry from drinking her cum, his voice taken away while hers went on.
“I need you to make me feel something again.” Luna's voice glowed in dark blue, an aura sprawling and surging around his member. “Only you I trust to help me through this period of hedonism. And for that, a male's refractory period ceases to be a good enough reason.”
Quick Wit had trouble believing it all. Princess Luna had only paused from her game for a second to notice the cock in her mouth going soft and, for whatever reason, wasn't going to be having any of that from the guard meant to bring her pleasure.
In the few spare seconds she on the screen until the reward of her kill streak came in, those frame of invisibility and invincibility, she pulled her lips to the head of her cock, keeping his tip nestled in-between—before taking the hand wrapped around the bottom handle of the control, curling its fingers around his shrinking girth and, with the assistance of royal magic, jerked the power of hardness into his still member.
Quick thrashed his head against the mattress in expression of the pained arousal coursing from his cock, that horrible aching meant to be assuaged by hours of peace broken by the soft, silk-like fingers curled around his member and pumping—due to the few seconds they had to work—with the sheer force required to harden and arousal him through the initial hurdle of the challenge of the immediate, second wank.
“Yaaaw!”
Quick Wit flew back out of response, rising up only for his back to fall against the wall of pillows behind them. They were plush, uncomfortable, but away from the furious jerks of the princess. At the blaring of gunfire from the screen, her hand left and returned to the controller again, but leaving a hardening cock in her wake.
“Sit up straight!” Luna barked while gasping heavily, leaning forward and while raising her behind high. Hit markers screamed from the screen, and her butt bobbed in the air—like it was in search of a place to sit. “If I die because I was too distracted trying to ride you... then prepare to be ridden over and over... without the assistance of magic to overcome your basic biology.”
Quick Wit came erect like the salute of a guard. At once, her heavy ass dropped on his crotch, her pussy lined perfectly with the head of his cock which, though it ached, did so in pleasurable pulsations. With a final drop, the cheeks of her ass slapped against his thighs, and her pussy impaled itself on his erect dick, shoving his full length inside of herself.
“Please me so I may win this game.” Luna took a second to glance back at him, narrowing her eyes but in a sweet way, the corner of a smile gracing his gaze for no longer than a second. “Pleasure me so I may feel good again.”
Quick wasn't sure if it would be seen, but nodded his head anyway, wanting to help this girl. He felt his cock thrust deeper into her tightening tunnel, both of them squeezing their thighs out of response from the overloading pleasure.
“Oh! Fellow teammates, relish in your kill death ratio as much as like—but in matters that matter, you'll never have a cock as big as the one inside of me.” Luna rolled her head back slightly, eyes still set on the screen, but her body regaining life from its movements. “How it swirls inside of me, wanting to go deeper, desiring to spread me as far apart as a male could ever dream of doing.”
Quick Wit clenched his eyes at her dirty talk, unsure if it was meant for him or not, but feeling it work anyway. Though her back leaned into his chest, so slender and half the size of his frame, feeling so lovely against him.
He wanted to hug her, but knew, doing so would cost her the game.
“I hope you're all ready to hear my moans as he pleases me.” Quick acted quickly upon her words, leaning into the bottom of her neck, the scent of fresh strawberries tickling his snout. He kissed the skin, dampening the trimmed fur in-between, relishing in her taste. “Oh, he's worshipping my body right now. Kissing my shoulders, licking at my neck, nipping at all the right places. How much loves me; how hot he is to touch me, knead me, fuck me.”
Quick followed with her request, wrapping his strong arms around her small frame, not outright hugging her, but letting his hands run over her body. His cock twitched inside of her cunny, and their hips moved in opposite directions—starting slow, teasing the other out, enjoying the growing bliss.
“How his hands trace over my belly, his fingers feeling how taut it is, a subtle curve of perfection and with a surface of flatness.” None could ever talk so highly of themselves, in such a deadpan voice, and make the affair still sexy to the ears; none, of course, the exception a girl like Princess Luna. “Bicker all you want, boys, but the only place you win in this life is online—and not for much longer.”
Quick Wit buried his face against the side of her neck while kissing the spot, closing his eyes and feeling, well, he didn't know—a strange peace to please her, to support her, to ensure she won, that she felt good, that she would be... maybe happy?
His hands reached for her breasts, the kind not too big, but that, when you cupped them, there was always just a bit more than that couldn't fit in your palm. Quick grabbed her soft blue melons, grabbing and squeezing, kneading the softness as it welled in-between his fingers—only to feel more beneath the surface, tons escaping just around his hand... causing him to dive in more, try to capture plenty.
Luna moaned in a way unlike any time before, arching her head back and hallowing to the air above. She looked almost like a wolf before she stopped, blinked, and with a twitch, focused on the game once more.
But there was a sway to her body now. A subtle movement that moved left and right, flaunting her body against him, letting him see, granting him the experience of her subtle perfection. How her ass rolled over his thighs, or the delicate skin of her back rubbing against his chest; the shaking of her body rocking her chest, giving his hands more of a struggle to try and contain them
“Enough fooling around now.” Luna's voice cut through the intense gunfire, creaking of the beck and the heaving of their breaths, seeing the ground for something solid, new, and hardcore. “It's time we win this—together.”
Quick Wit didn't know what that meant until Luna lowered the controller, still playing, sure, but with her hands now against the bed, using her wrists to pick herself up slightly. Enough, that was, to lift her ass and pussy off of his crotch to then fall back on it again, then again, raising to drop, releasing to clench, hugging his cock deep inside her cunt, both of them fighting, panting, pleading with fate to let his cock bury deeper inside her pussy.
“Such a great cock inside of me! Fucking me, deeper and deeper; unable to hug him still with my cunt.” Luna's cheeks kept slapping against his thighs as her pussy fell harder and clenched tighter against his dick, it twitching as her walls massaged it, tickling the dam of repressed arousal into bursting. “Going to blow so hard in my pussy that my entire body shuts down in response... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
It didn't take much longer, after her heavy drop and his thrusts upward, his hands groping her tits as they swung about and her hair smacking into his face with the silk made of cosmos. Slick bodies of sweat but with smooth skin underneath, a joint mixture of musk, thick but sweet, not oppressive but very supportive to them both.
And then came the final fall, the last bury, both screaming out loud—the screaming of defeat on the screen mattering naught to the couple shouting each other names as the joint dams of arousal broke and busted and became free with the prize of their release.
Luna's soft walls waxed over and back on the girth of his cock, the tight, undulating grip, milking the hard shaft into twitching widely. Spurts of gooey white erupted from the head of his cock, sucked in tightly, deeper into the tunnel—burning the warm softness with his jazz.
Luna's head threw back against his, crying out his name while pleasure raised to bliss. Inside her pussy, the breaking release of her juices welling up in her tunnel, soaking them both in the liquid of arousal—before, with a raise of her ass from his thighs, it leaked out the sides of his cock and trickled over the bed below.
“Well,” Luna's voice broke through their jointed panting, the bed softly squeaking as they shifted. She turned her head and gazed at him from over her shoulder, only half of her face visible—sprawling blue hair covering everything but her eye. “It would appear the game ended in defeat while I was occupied.”
Quick Wit huffed a breath, struggling to smile with an eye clenched closed. “Guess we'll have to break away from this, then? At least until your multi-tasking game is back on point.”
But her brow raised at that, the first true hint of genuine cursorily changing her expression. She set her knees on the bed while raising her bottom entirely off of him, his cock sliding out in a soaking mess, the cool air pleasant against his warm member.
“What makes you say such a thing, servant?”
Quick Wit pressed his hands against the bed, scooting back fully against the wall of pillows, resting fully against it. “Because... you lost?”
“My, my! Now, who said anything about losing?” Luna turned around on the bed, lowering to all fours like a cat, a control left between her legs. Despite her stoic expression, her eyes glinted, their surface conveying only his reflection. “All the enemy team acquired was a single point for a meaningless score.”
Quick Wit coughed. “Is that so?”
“But I'm still the girl with the boy-toy willing to put up with my gaming habits.” Luna did something he wasn't expecting, but made his heart crack with releasing happiness at the sight of her breaking smile. Sublime. Short. Subtle. “There aren't many other willing to intercourse while their lover is more focused on the game.”
Her slender fingers came to rest on his thighs, the shivering touch cold only for a second—before basking warmth flooded through the contact. Resting against him, Luna lifted her head before his chest, gazing up at him from below in the cutest way impossible for a girl like her. “You're to engage in something personal while I'm so interpersonal... continuously. What may happen between us, I am not sure.” Her eyes drifted shut for a moment while the smile below stretched on a little bit more. “But for the moment, I am glad you are here, and that we have each other.”
Luna then leaned up with a struggle, fighting then, while exhaling a breath on his mouth to then take them a second later with her own lips. Both of their eyes went wide, then became close, a soft smacking followed by a light moaning.
Perfection, awkward and absurd, working for them.
