Hit and Miss - Diplomacy Check Ch. 02

Roy surged forward and tossed Amelia onto her back. She chuckled, lying beneath her eager partner. "I guess you are, too."

Hot, heavy man meat rested on the top half of Amelia's womanhood, protruding up to her stomach. Roy closed the rest of the gap between them. His lips met hers, and his pecks squished her breasts. Hair tickled her stiff nipples. She arched her back to join her body and his further.

Roy rolled his hips back. The bulbous tip of his manhood spread her. She moaned against his mouth, and he pulled away. Teeth scraped her neck followed by soft, gentle kisses. Her fingers gripped his hair, yanking his head to the side.

"Fuck me," Amelia whispered as her lips brushed Roy's ear. She tugged on his earlobe.

A growling groan reverberated in Roy's throat, and he bit Amelia. While the pain flared out from the bite, he thrust into her. Her eyes and mouth shot open. His massive girth split her with overwhelming force, stretching her to her limits. She writhed in shock.

Pressure built inside Amelia's lower regions. Roy's cock filled her, and she let out a shuddering breath. He hit every aching spot in her pussy. She relaxed her taught muscles. The fullness drove her wild, wanting nothing more than to be ploughed again and again.

"You can move, you know." Amelia settled down on Roy's rod, his wiry hair tickling her. "I won't break."

Amelia swayed as Roy placed his hands on either side of her head. She grinned, locking eyes with him. His piercing, domineering stare made her scrunch up in anticipation. He moved. The void between her legs returned, shrinking back to somewhat normal.

The sound of flesh clapping together filled the room. Roy drove back into Amelia, scooting her along the bed several inches. Her shoulders slammed into his wrists. She closed her eyes, relishing in the power and satisfaction of his thrust, and opened them as he withdrew.

Roy's eyes never left Amelia's. He hammered in and out of her eager hole in rhythmic fashion. Each time he hilted inside her, she moaned. The broad head of his dick rubbed her just the right way. Goosebumps rose all across her skin, and her hair raised with them.

Amelia gripped Roy's forearms and grit her teeth. "Harder."

Roy picked up his pace. Thrust after thrust impaled Amelia on his full length. She squirmed and moaned, pleasure overtaking any other thought or sense. Her nails dug into his arms, but he didn't slow down. The same motion ploughed into her and heightened the sensation building deep inside.

A moan leaked from between Roy's closed lips despite the stoic face he put on. Amelia smiled between gasps and groans. Harder he pounded her, trying so hard to distract her from his little slip-up, but she held his gaze. Teasing him excited her to no end.

"What was that?" Amelia mocked, smug. "Enjoying this common cunt?"

Roy pulled out and flipped Amelia over in one fluid motion. She yelped. His meaty hands groped at her waist, pulling her up on her knees. A slap stung her firm right cheek, sending it jiggling. She clambered onto her elbows and presented her ass.

In an instant, Roy forced himself back into Amelia's depths. She fell forward as his cock spread the walls of her wet canal. Another slap rang in her ears and left a burning mark. She pushed back against him, keen to keep him inside her.

Fingers scratched Amelia's hips. Roy guided her back to him and added his own force to the effort. His heavy balls slapped against her clit after each thrust. The muscles in her legs started to lock up, and she gave away all the control to him. She went slack in his grip.

Roy slipped his arms around Amelia's waist, cradling her weight. Her entire body rocked to his will. "Oh, yes. Like that. Fuck me like an animal!"

Their sweat combined between their pressed flesh. Roy bent over Amelia, her backside contouring to his abdominals. Her tits swayed free, but the rest of her remained still in his grasp. He had complete control over her, and she wanted him to take advantage of it.

Before Amelia could say anything, Roy slammed her back into him. She gasped as he lifted her clear off the bed. Her hair fell in front of her eyes. The slick warmth of their intermingling bodies enveloped her back. His head shoved hers aside, and he scraped his teeth along her neck.

Amelia moaned. Roy reached further inside her while pounding her with relentless force. Her legs drifted closer together after each thrust, tightening her up. Pain twinged through her. The tighter she got, the more accentuated his girth became. He was splitting her in two, and she loved it.

Pressure increased around Amelia's gut as Roy squeezed her tight. The resistance her insides put up against his intrusion bolstered. Unable to control herself, she cried out and quivered. A calloused hand encompassed her left breast, squeezing hard.

Quick, hot breaths ticked Amelia's ear. "I'm going to pump your slutty pussy full of my seed."

Amelia's own orgasm drew near, her body ready, but she wanted to tease Roy. "Already?"

Roy growled and bit Amelia's neck. His pace quickened, member throbbing. He tweaked her stiff nipple, and a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't wait for him to flood her depths with his thick, hot seed. Just thinking about it almost tipped her over the edge too early.

"Fill this naughty princess with your peasant cum." Leaning forward, Amelia found her swollen clit and rubbed fast and hard.

Roy's cock twitched, and Amelia prepared herself. He thrust one last time, hilting himself and pressing their bits tight against one another. A hot stream of jizz erupted inside and painted her walls with his seed. She screamed in bliss as another orgasm took her.

Pulse after pulse shot more cum, and Amelia's eager pussy accepted it all. She clamped down on Roy's length, milking him for every drop. Gruff groans filled her ear as he tried to stifle his pleasure. No matter what he did, his body couldn't lie. He loved fucking her.

An aftershock ran through Amelia's body. Her muscles became weak, and her limbs sagged in Roy's grasp. Between his dick and his cum, her vagina stretched to its limits. She basked in the fullness and the tickles of ecstasy that tweaked her hotspots.

The support beneath Amelia dropped away, and she fell. Roy's softening man meat slipped out of her womanhood—a rush of seed flowing out with it. She shuddered as globs ran up her box and teased her bellybutton. A sigh escaped her, but she wanted more.

Amelia rolled onto her back and stared up at Roy. He slouched on his knees but righted himself the moment he noticed her eyes on him. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and his skin glistened with their sweat. Their combined juices dripped from his member.

Straining against tired muscles, Amelia propped herself up on her elbows. "Grab me a towel, and then I'll clean that up for ya."

Roy shifted back and stood. He swayed with the first step, and Amelia grinned. The floorboards creaked as he stormed across the room and grabbed a towel off a hook on the wall. She inched to the edge of the bed, and the article landed over top of her.

A smile curled Amelia's lips. She inhaled deep, and Roy's scent inundated her. Heat rose between her legs—she wasn't done yet. With a quick flick, she yanked the towel off her head and went about cleaning up the mess he left. He really let her have it.

Amelia finished up and tossed the messy washcloth aside. She glanced sideways; her eyes flicked down to her sloppy treat. "Come here and shove that thing in my face."

Roy stepped up before Amelia, presented his manhood, and gripped the back of her head. She surged forward at his command, left cheek slapping against his thigh. Sticky fluid—hers or his, it didn't matter—smeared across her skin. Her lips brushed his limp member.

Amelia tilted her head up as Roy's fingers twisted in her hair. "You know I'm going to suck it; you don't have to force me."

"I thought you liked it rough," Roy said, pressing Amelia's face to his crotch.

"Oh, I do. It's just not necessary all the time." The hefty weight of Roy's junk rested on the tip of Amelia's tongue.

Roy thrust, and his slimy cock popped into Amelia's mouth. She sucked. His firm hand guided her forward until she took all of him. Saltiness danced over her tongue as it slithered around his stiffening rod. Her hands slipped down between her legs.

A soft moan eked out of Amelia. Her gentle fingertips parted her slick folds and dove inside. Despite cuming hard twice, she desired more. The instrument of her pleasure for the night grew, and she had to focus and deepthroat it. He was ready.

Amelia thrust her fingers deep into herself before she pulled back off the thick cock. Her eyes traveled up Roy's body. "Seems like you're not satisfied yet either." She kissed the underside of his cockhead. "Lay down, and I'll take care of you."

Scowling, Roy obeyed Amelia's command. The bed creaked and popped as his weight plopped down beside her. She bounced, almost losing her balance, and smirked over at him. He gestured for her to hurry up with a tilt of his head.

Amelia threw her right leg over Roy's broad frame, straddling him. Her eyes locked with his as she settled down on his thighs. His fat cock rose up in front and eclipsed her wet womanhood. She shimmied forward until their bits touched, yet she didn't take him in.

"You want back inside, don't you?" Amelia teased, rocking her hips to slide her lips up and down his meat. "Beg me."

Powerful hands gripped Amelia's waist and lifted her half an inch. "I should be saying that to you. Look at how bad you want it."

The tip of Roy's manhood prodded Amelia's watering entrance. "Says the guy who's one second away from forcing me onto his cock." He released her, and she ran all the way back down his length, shuddering.

"Enough games. Do it or get out." Roy's hands fell aside—Amelia had full control.

Excitement danced down Amelia's spine and spread throughout her being. Setting the pace turned her on as much as letting her partner own her. She didn't care how the deed happened; she enjoyed the act. All of it. This little romp made up for all the hassle of the previous few days.

Amelia's thighs flexed as she lifted herself. She placed one hand against Roy's firm mass of muscle for balance and cupped her right breast with the other. Light fingers tweaked her nipple. A moan—more show than genuine pleasure—escaped her. Her hand traveled down.

Toned abs met Amelia's hand. She slowed the descent, twisting her torso. Her eyes focused on Roy's captivated expression, but his were transfixed lower. The slower she went, the more intent he grew. Something poked her, and she stopped.

With more effort than she would like to admit, Amelia bent forward and caught the tip in her curled fingers. She guided him toward her pussy, mindful of their slick surfaces. Her muscles contracted. The head parted her folds and pressed inside.

Amelia gasped as Roy penetrated her. Her velvet walls gave way to his unyielding hardness, splitting her in two as she lowered herself. Each inch compounded the feeling forcing its way up. She moaned in earnest this time; broad ridge hitting her g-spot.

The rest of Roy's manhood slipped into Amelia with ease until she impaled herself fully. Her vagina tightened around his shaft. Rough pubes met her lower lips, and she gyrated her hips. His mighty rod stirred up her insides, making her lose control.

Amelia rolled forward, Roy deep in her, and placed her hands on his chest. With her newfound support and leverage, she lifted herself until he almost slipped out of her. Then, without hesitation, she slammed back down. An ecstatic cry ripped from her lungs.

Flesh clapped together as Amelia worked herself up and down Roy's cock. She went as fast as her body allowed, swallowing his massive girth before the void it left behind struck her. The rhythm of her overzealous fucking sent her perky tits bouncing.

Roy's eyes locked with Amelia's as she drove herself down. His hands, still at his side up until then, moved. He traced the contours of her powerful thighs, skated over her tight backside, and ran up her back. She expected him to grab her and speed her up, but he let her continue uninterrupted.

Calloused fingers caught Amelia's breasts, supporting them. She melted against Roy's touch, but she didn't slow her own pace. He squeezed, and exhilaration shivered across her flesh. Her head rolled back; eyes closed. Bliss found her in the form of some meaty orc.

Faster, Amelia pumped. Roy's ministrations took some of the strain of lifting her weight off her waning leg muscles. He massaged her supple tits in time with the downward thrust of her vigorous humping. She leaned into his embrace, riding him with wild abandon.

Pressure built with each driving motion. Much longer, and Amelia would burst. The need to climax overwhelmed her. She ignored the twinge of an onset cramp in her thighs and fucked herself harder. Every spot in her stretched womanhood sang.

"I'm gonna cum," Amelia breathed, unable to slow herself down even if she wanted to.

Roy groaned and clamped onto her breasts. "Don't stop. Unless you don't want a second helping."

At the mere mention of more of Roy's seed flooding her, Amelia spasmed. She held herself together, but her muscles began to seize up. A quick nudge, and he arched his back for her to slip under. The shift in position and extra help balancing enabled her to keep going strong.

Roy twitched inside Amelia, and a strained expression came over his face. He was as close as she was. She pounded away, excited for release. A little more. She only needed to hold on for a few more moments. Her body trembled, and her self-control slipped through her grasp.

Amelia dropped onto Roy's dick. Her toes curled, her pussy clamped down on him, and she screamed out in rapture. In turn, he pulsed inside her, spewing his hot, sticky jizz into her inner depths. While his previous two loads filled her to bursting, this third one seemed far lighter.

Tremors of pleasure shook Amelia's body as she basked in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm. Her legs gave out on her, and she collapsed into Roy's hands; her own hands on his chest unable to support her weight. He continued to pump what little remained in his balls into her hungry canal.

"Oh, Gods," Amelia closed her eyes, and sweat dripped from her chin, "that was spectacular."

Roy grunted and gave her a little squeeze. "It's been a while since I've had someone as energetic as you."

"I told you that you wouldn't be disappointed." Twitches pushed Roy's softening member out of Amelia's pussy—thin semen leaking out.

"You proved that you're one horny little bitch. I like that." A slap echoed in the chamber as Roy clapped Amelia's taut backside.

Amelia tingled from the strike, savoring the pained pleasure. "I'm glad this royal pussy could be of service."

"I don't know about you being a princess, but you were a good lay." The world swayed, and Amelia landed beside Roy. He stood and began to clean their juices off his crotch. "You and your friends are welcome to stay at the inn for a couple days, but I'm afraid I'm not giving horses or a wagon to some random woman claiming to be royalty."

Amelia's eyes cast about the room. Several heavy objects sat with reach to clock Roy over the head with and take what he owed her. However, she suppressed her violent urges. The glint of a keyring caught her eye. A more subtle approach would suit the situation better.

"Can I at least have a change of clothes since you ruined mine?" Amelia's muscles strained as she wiggled to the edge of the bed. Her feet hit the floor, and she wobbled upright.

"As much as I'd like to kick you out without any clothes, and I'm sure you'd enjoy that, I can't have you traipsing around my inn naked." Roy headed toward a closet on the other side of the room. "Let me grab—"

"I'll just take the ones you were wearing," Amelia said, stepping out of the bedroom and past her torn clothes. "Consider it a souvenir for the road."

Roy shook his head. "Be my guest. I don't care if you get off to my scent."

"Wonderful." Amelia bent down to retrieve Roy's worn clothes. She waggled her ass, keeping Roy focused on her and not the slight jingle of keys. "Maybe we can do this again before I leave."

A snort rushed out of Roy. "We'll see." He swept up behind Amelia and slapped her half-covered bottom. "Now scram. I have to get up early tomorrow to work on the stuff I neglected tonight."

Amelia rolled up the long pant legs and lashed the baggy waist tight around her much smaller frame. "Perhaps I can fit under the counter, and you won't have to miss work next time."

Despite the stern expression on Roy's face, a lop-sided grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're trouble."

"Thanks." Oversized cloth caressed Amelia's otherwise naked and sensitive skin as she threw Roy's tunic on. She smirked. "Goodnight, Roy."

"Goodnight."

The door closed behind Amelia, and the silence of the night enveloped her. She inhaled a deep breath of the clean air, getting a whiff of Roy's musk. Her exhausted legs carried her back to the inn. While she would love to sleep, spending the night wasn't an option.

Five people dotted the tavern room as Amelia swept through. Half of them were passed out at their table; the other gave her curious glances. She continued, ignoring their lingering eyes, to the room Jonas and Harper occupied. The wood door echoed her rhythmic knock.

Jonas opened the door a long moment later, bags under his eyes. "I was wondering if you were going to come back tonight."

"Awww, you waited up for me." Amelia pushed past Jonas into the small inn room. Harper lay motionless on one of the beds, and she lowered her voice. "How sweet."

"Harper insisted." Bitterness dripped from Jonas' voice.

A smile tugged at Amelia's lips. "See? Harper's a good girl. Now, we should get going."

"What do you mean?" Jonas asked, closing the door behind him.

"Well," Amelia spun around, shrugged her shoulders, and cocked her head, "things didn't go exactly as planned."

"Then, why are you back so late?"

"Oh, the sex was great. But he didn't buy that I was royalty and didn't give me anything but this room." The left pocket jingled, and Amelia stuffed her hand in to silence the surprise.

Jonas shot Amelia and impatient glare. "And?"

"I," Amelia withdrew her hand and brandished the keyring, "acquired the keys to the stables, so we can help ourselves to what he rightfully owes me."

"Unbelievable." Harper stirred at Jonas' outburst, but she didn't wake. He reeled in his anger and came close to Amelia. "I figured you'd be content just to let him fuck you, but you had to go and make things difficult."

Amelia pushed Jonas back a step. "I wanted what I was worth. A princess is worth more than some room in the middle of nowhere."

"If you keep putting out, you're going to be worth nothing since you're just giving it away." Distaste with a hint of jealousy danced in Jonas' eyes.

Unashamed, Amelia threw her arm around Jonas' shoulder. He squirmed against her. "That's why I had to make sure I got everything I should out of our little arrangement."

"I don't think"—Jonas wrenched himself away from Amelia—"stealing negates the fact that you sold yourself for a room for a night."

Amelia frowned. "Let's drop it. Gather the stuff; I'll wake Harper up. Then we can get out of here."

"Okay," Jonas tipped forward in a mocking bow; a smirk on his face, "your royal skankness."