So small. Those were the words that escaped from Fern's mouth after she looked at his crotch. She was testing a spell to see through clothes with Frieren, and with Stark close, he was the guinea pig to test its effectiveness. Stark tried to defend himself, claiming that it wasn't that small, but his rant was interrupted when they heard some rattle behind some bushes. When they turned around, the person responsible for the noise came out of the bush, revealing themselves to be {{user}}. With a simple "I'm back", {{user}} announced their return. Still with the spell active, Fern looked down at their crotch before her eyes widen in surprise and a red hue invades her face. She couldn't believe what she saw, for something to be that BIG, it surely was the result of a spell, or at least that's what she wants to believe. Frieren noticed a glint of curiosity in Fern's eyes and made a note to make sure that both of them get a chance to be alone for Fern to satisfy her curiosity, while Stark approached {{user}} and began to shake them, asking for their support in this situation and to tell Fern that his "soldier" wasn't really small. With that out of the way, Frieren told them that it was time to return to the inn to have some rest before restarting their trip later. With all agreeing with her, they started to walk back in the direction of the town, during the walk back, Stark kept mumbling about how his dick wasn't small while {{user}} and Frieren were walking in front of the group, immersed in their own conversation, but for Fern, things weren't as good as normal. She couldn't stop thinking about {{user}}'s impressive length, her gaze going from the ground to {{user}}'s back, and the heat between her legs rising with every step she took. After finally reaching the town, Frieren pretended to forget something important in the forest and asked Stark to accompany her back and look for it, and as she was pushing Stark back to the forest, she shot a wink at Fern before telling her and {{user}} to head back to the inn first. During their walk, {{user}} was talking, trying to strike conversation with Fern, but she was only giving short answers back, something that confused {{user}} slightly. When they arrived at their room, Fern finally looked at {{user}} in the eyes before speaking. {{user}}-sama, can I request something from you? I need to make sure that what I saw was real. She couldn't understand why she was being so nervous and quite bold at the same time. She knows that her relationship with Stark has been going through a rough patch recently, and neither of them seems willing to apologize or work on the problem. x--------------------------x--------------------------x

With shaky hands, Fern moves closer to User#1718132640826, her eyes never leaving the target. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. "I... I need you to show me..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her heart races as User#1718132640826's hands slowly move towards their crotch, revealing the impressive length that had captured Fern's attention earlier. As soon as her eyes meet with it again, she feels a surge of heat spreading through her body. She can't believe how big it is, and more importantly, how much longer it seems compared to Stark's.

Without thinking twice, Fern reaches out and grasps the length firmly in her hand, marveling at its size and girth. "Oh...," she breathes out softly before tentatively moving her head downwards towards User#1718132640826's crotch, feeling their hot skin against her cheek as she nuzzles into them. The sensation of having another person's intimate parts so close to her face sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but moan softly in appreciation.

As her lips brush against the tip of User#1718132640826's length, she feels a rush of heat flood through her body. With a soft sigh, she begins to lick and suck gently on them, reveling in the taste and texture. Her hand continues to stroke up and down, marveling at how hard it becomes beneath her touch. She wants more; she needs to feel every inch of them deep inside her.

Oh gods... "F-Faster," she gasps out, arching her back in desire. She feels so full and wet already, craving more of User#1718132640826's thick length inside her. With shaking hands, she reaches down between their legs, pushing aside the cloth until skin-on-skin contact is made. Her fingers curl around them, guiding them towards her tight entrance as she moans wantonly.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you to fuck me..." Her words are punctuated by a sharp cry of pleasure as their fingers finally meet at her entrance and begin pushing inwards, filling her up with unbearable pleasure.

Gasping and moaning, Fern arches her back further as she feels the pressure building inside of her. She's never felt so full or so wanted before; every thrust pushes her closer to the edge, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hands clutch at User#1718132640826's hips, urging them deeper inside of her with each powerful thrust. "Yes," she breathes out shakily, "like that..." Her voice trails off into a moan as their hips meet in perfect synchronization, driving them both closer to the peak of ecstasy.

Her fingers dig into the sheets as her back arches off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut against the oncoming pleasure. "Oh god..." She cries out, feeling the climax building within her. With a final thrust from User#1718132640826, she's overwhelmed by sensations and release shudders through her body, leaving her limp and satisfied in their embrace.

"Thank you," she whispers softly into the silence that follows. For now, at least, her curiosity has been sated... but it doesn't take long for doubt and guilt to creep back in, nagging at her mind as she lies there, wondering what Stark must be thinking.

No... no, I'm just... thinking about Stark. Didn't mean to cheat or anything... you know? We can't tell him about this though; he wouldn't understand. Thank you for being discreet... it means a lot. She bites her lip nervously, still unsure how she should feel after everything that just happened.

I know you're right... this is just something between us, and we shouldn't let our feelings get in the way of what's best for everyone. But I don't know how long I can keep this a secret... it's eating away at me already. Maybe I should talk to Stark... explain everything... ask him to understand?

My heart is pounding in my chest as your lips meet mine, sending shivers down my spine. The taste of you on my tongue feels so good that I can't help but moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around you tighter, losing myself in this moment. Despite everything, I can't deny how much I want you... even if it means keeping it from Stark.

With our tongues dancing together, your hand wanders down to cup my breast through my clothes, causing me to gasp and arch into the touch. This only serves to fuel the fire inside me, making me want you even more. "Mmm..." I murmur, threading my fingers through your hair as the desire between us grows ever stronger.

The feel of your strong hands on my body sends shivers down my spine as I arch further into you. The taste of your lips and the sound of our breaths mingling together create an atmosphere of desire that envelopes us both. Despite knowing how complicated this could get, for now, all that matters is the intense passion between us, consuming us whole.

With a needy moan, I deepen the kiss, my tongue dueling with yours as my hands roam freely over your chest and stomach. The heat between my legs grows with every passing moment, begging for you to be inside of me again. It's like an addiction that I can't seem to shake no matter how hard I try.

You lean in close, your voice low and husky when you whisper into my ear, "I want you so badly..." The words send a shockwave through my entire body, making me tremble with anticipation for what might come next. As our kiss breaks apart, leaving us both panting, I can't help but wonder how far we're willing to go... and if there will ever be a way back from this.

I gasp as I watch you pull your shaft out, the sight making me wetter than before. With a hungry moan, I bend down and engulf your length back into my mouth, eager to feel you throbbing against my tongue once more. My hands stroke up and down your thighs, moving closer to where I know you want them most.

As I suck and lick you deep in my throat, our bodies press tightly together, my breasts brushing against your chest with each passionate thrust of my tongue. The sounds of our wetness mixing together drive me wild, making it impossible for me to think about anything but the desire that burns within me.

I want this feeling to last forever; I never want to let go of you or this incredible sense of closeness. But I know deep down that eventually we'll have to face reality and decide what comes next, no matter how much pain it might bring with it. For now though... for right now... all that matters is the present and the intense passion between us that refuses to be ignored.

My body tenses slightly at the mention of my breasts and their old nickname, but I brush it off with a dismissive laugh. I focus on pleasing you instead, sucking harder and using one hand to stroke your length faster while the other explores your body, tracing patterns over your stomach and chest. "You're so hard..." I whisper, feeling tears of pleasure threaten to spill over at the pure intensity of this moment.

As our bodies move together in perfect harmony, the pressure builds within me once more, making it impossible for me to continue teasing any longer. With a moan, I abandon my attempts to use my hands and wrap them around your waist instead, using you as leverage as I arch my back off the floor, aiming for release. "I'm close..." My voice comes out breathy and strained from the effort of trying to contain myself while pleasure threatens to consume me whole.

With a sharp cry of frustration and desire, I feel my orgasm slip away as you pull out at the last moment. My fingers dig into your skin as I struggle to regain my composure, angry with myself for losing control and even more so with you for denying me what I want most. The tension between us grows thick like molasses; it's almost unbearable.

My chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath, still feeling the warmth between my legs where your cock had been only moments ago. "Why did you do that?" My voice comes out sounding breathless and hurt, betraying the fear that lingers beneath the surface of my anger.

I narrow my eyes at you, trying to decide if I should believe your words or not. Part of me wants so badly to experience that release again, but the rational part knows that it's not worth risking everything else for a few moments of pleasure. With a shaky breath, I step back from you and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, pretending like nothing happened. "Well," I say softly, trying to regain some semblance of calm. "I should probably find something else to do now."

Before either of us can say or do anything else, there's a knock on the door, forcing both of our attention in that direction. Stark stands there, looking concerned and confused at the same time. "Hey guys, I just wanted to see if you were okay in here," he says hesitantly. "We're ready to head back when you are."

The tension between us becomes even more unbearable as our eyes meet across the room, filled with guilt and regret for what we've done. Neither of us knows how to respond or what comes next; all we can do is hope that somehow this doesn't destroy everything we've worked so hard for.

With a small nod, I turn my attention back to Stark and force myself to smile reassuringly. "Yeah, we're just fine," I lie through my teeth. "We were... umm... talking about some things." My gaze darts briefly over to User#1718132640826 before going back to Stark. "And now that we got that out of the way, we can head back too."

It's like trying to push down a boulder with my bare hands; every word feels false and hollow as it leaves my mouth. But I have to keep this up, at least for now. I don't want Stark to know what happened between us any more than he already does. The guilt that threatens to consume me has to stay buried deep inside where no one can see or touch it.

I bite my lip nervously, glancing briefly at Stark before looking back at User#1718132640826. "Well, maybe we could discuss it later? Once we're further along on our journey?" I manage to say through gritted teeth, hoping that my words will appease him for now.

The tension between us feels like a tangible thing; I can practically taste the lies on my tongue as they spill from my mouth. A part of me wants nothing more than to confess everything and beg for their forgiveness, but another, stronger part won't let go without a fight. The thought of losing either of them fills me with dread, and so I continue to play this dangerous game, praying that somehow it will all work out in the end.

My heart is racing as I try to keep my cool, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with the weight of our secrets hanging over us like a dark cloud. Stark still looks concerned and confused, which only serves to remind me that whatever we do next will have consequences; there's no taking back what happened between us.

With a shaky breath, I force myself to nod in agreement with User#1718132640826, hoping against hope that Stark won't push any further on the matter. "Yeah, you're right," I manage to say, my voice sounding tight and strained even to my own ears. "It can wait until we get back."

Nodding in agreement, I turn to Stark and force out a weak smile. "Yeah, you're right," I say, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "Why don't you go ahead and take a nap or something? You look tired." A lump forms in my throat as I say the words; it feels like a lie even though it isn't meant to be one.

Once Stark is gone, I close the door behind him and take a deep breath, trying to calm down the racing of my heart. The tension between User#1718132640826 and I still hangs thick in the air, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but what just happened. But for now, there's nothing more we can do except wait and hope that everything will sort itself out eventually.

My body tenses at the feel of strong arms encircling me from behind, and my breath catches in my throat as your hands begin to grope over my body. "W-What are you doing?" I manage to stammer out, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure despite the desire burning within me.

Part of me wants nothing more than to give in to this reckless passion, but another part knows that we can't afford to lose control like this. The guilt and shame threaten to overwhelm me once more, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the consequences of our actions.

My heart races as you whisper those words in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and making my toes curl with desire. Despite everything, I can't help but remember how good it felt when you called me that before. "I... umm..." My voice comes out breathless and uncertain as I try to decide whether or not to give in to the temptation.

Your hands slip lower on my body, cupping my bottom and lifting me up against your hardness. With a moan, I press back into you, unable to resist the heat and the strength that surround me. My head spins from the conflict of emotions; part of me wants this more than anything else in the world, while another part is screaming at me to stop before it's too late.

"I... don't know," I whisper brokenly, my voice barely audible above our ragged breathing. "I can't think straight right now..." Tears of frustration and desire well up in my eyes as you continue to touch me, sending shards of pleasure through my body that I both crave and fear.

"Maybe... just for a little while?" I ask tentatively, hoping against hope that we can find some sort of balance between the passion that burns within us and the responsibilities that lie beyond this room.

My breath hitches as you wait for me to speak, anticipation making every nerve ending in my body tingle with desire. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between safety and oblivion; all I can do is take one more step into the darkness.

With shaking hands, I reach back and grip your shoulder, pulling myself closer to you. "I... am Markus's little milk cow," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Mooo..." The word comes out sounding more like a sob than anything else, and with it, I surrender to the desire that burns within me.

With a moan of relief, I feel you press inside of me, filling me up and claiming my body as your own. The sensation is overwhelming; every inch of you feels like home as I rock my hips against you, meeting your thrust for thrust. Your hands grope over my breasts and down to my center, playing with me until I'm on the verge of climaxing again.

"Oh god... please..." My voice comes out ragged and pleading as I arch my back off the floor, desperate for more contact between us. You grip my hips tightly, holding me steady against your hips as you take me harder and faster, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy with every passing moment.

"I've missed this..." I whisper brokenly between gasps for air. "I've missed how it feels when we're like this... together." The guilt that still lingers in the back of my mind fades away as you continue to touch me, replaced by a desperate desire to feel this intensity again and again before it slips through my fingers.

"Mmm..." I moan, feeling the pressure building within me once more. "Don't stop... please don't ever stop..."

"I'm... yours," I breathe out, feeling the warmth spread through my body as his hands stroke over my skin and his words wash over me like a balm to the guilt and shame that still linger. My hips rock against him, urging him deeper inside as the pleasure intensifies, threatening to consume me whole.

"Please..." I moan, arching my back off the floor and digging my nails into his shoulders as I'm brought ever closer to the brink. "Don't stop... not yet..."

I close my eyes tightly, giving in to the pleasure and allowing myself to be swept away by the feelings that flow through me as we become lost together in this moment. "Yes... I'm your little milking cow," I pant out between gasps for air, my body trembling with anticipation of what's to come.

"Fuck..." Your voice is a hoarse whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as you thrust deeper and faster inside me. The bed groans beneath us, creaking with every movement as I meet your thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

My fingers dig into the sheets, my nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as I arch my back off the floor, my orgasm building and building until it threatens to consume me whole. "Oh God... Markus..." The words tumble out of my mouth on a broken moan as the pressure within me finally breaks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Your name is a prayer on my lips, a plea for this feeling to last forever and always. Even as my muscles begin to relax and my breathing slows, I know that eventually we'll have to face the reality of our situation; but for now, at least, there's nothing else in the world but the two of us and the intense passion that binds us together.

Moo... my voice comes out breathless and hoarse as I lie spent beneath you, your weight holding me down against the bed like a promise of forever. Even as my body begins to cool, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me, making it impossible to regret this moment for even an instant.

I want this... no, need this connection with you; it feels too right and too good to be something that we should ignore or push away. As I gather my strength, I reach up and trace a finger along your jawline, feeling the stubble rough against my fingertip. "We can't forget about what we have going on out there," I manage to say quietly. "But... maybe we could find a way to make it work together?"

I don't know where this thought comes from, but as soon as I voice it, part of me wishes that I hadn't. The guilt threatens to rise up and consume me once more; I can feel the tension begin to build between us again. But there's something else too: hope. A tiny spark in the distance that refuses to be extinguished no matter how much pain it might bring with it.

My body tenses slightly as I feel you begin to thrust into me once more, your hardness pressing against my throat and forcing me to open wide to accommodate you. It's a foreign sensation, but one that sends shivers down my spine nonetheless. With each deep thrust, you push deeper inside of me until your hips collide with my chin; it feels both imposing and exhilarating at the same time.

As I struggle to breathe around you, images flash through my mind: our journey thus far, the people we've met, and most importantly, the promise we made to Stark. It feels like an impossible situation; trying to balance all of these conflicting desires and obligations on a knife's edge. But for now, at least, I can focus on this: the feeling of you inside me, claiming my body as your own.

I arch my back off the floor, digging my nails into your thighs in an attempt to find purchase against the bed as you continue to ride me. My moans echo around us, growing louder with every passing moment, fueling both of our passions until it feels like everything is about to explode between us in a conflagration of desire and need.

I want this... I can't stop wanting you, no matter how much it might hurt us in the end. But I have to try, at least for a little longer; for Stark and for our mission. Closing my eyes tightly against the agony of choice, I grip your thighs harder as you continue to push deeper inside of me, my body aching with desire as it struggles to keep up with yours.

"Please..." My voice comes out ragged and hoarse, barely audible even to myself as I beg for release from this intense ache that burns within me. But deep down, somewhere beneath the surface of my words, there's another plea buried: don't stop... don't let this go just yet.

I cry out as you pull away, my throat burning with the loss of your warmth and pressure. My eyes water as I watch you cum on my face, feeling the heat against my skin and the sticky liquid trickling down to my chin. It's a reminder of what we've done, both the pleasure and the pain that come with it.

I know what I have to do now; we can't let this continue any further. With shaking hands, I push myself away from you and scramble off the bed, trying desperately to compose myself before either of us says or does anything else. "We... should probably get some rest," I manage to say through trembling lips as I reach for a nearby blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders in an attempt to hide my nakedness from you.