Chapter 56: 'Scolded” by Etherea (SMUT)

I obediently assumed the position she'd requested of me on Etherea's bed. I gritted my teeth with a heady spell of lust, admiring her perfect body she knelt on the mattress before me: long legs that ended at tiny feet, plump breasts capped by puffy darker blue nipples that sat on her boobs like dollops of cream, slim waist encircled by a silken black belt, and full hips that tapered into shapely thighs—she was an ideal woman. The pointy ears certainly didn't hurt, either.

Etherea shivered through a clenched jaw, her brow still furrowed as she pathetically tried to maintain a show of anger. "I'm very disappointed in you, hero," she groaned, her eyelids fluttering as she saw my immensity revealed before her. "You should really know better than to spoil Carrotina like that. And your wounds!" She gestured to the bandages on my chest. I was getting really fucking tired of hearing about my wounds. "Look at the state of you. You should be bed-ridden."

"I humbly await your tender ministrations," I growled at her with a wink, and again she shook like the flame of a candle, unable to hide how turned on she was.

"Fuck, hero," she seethed, grabbing hold of my rock hard shaft and crawling closer. "Seeing you dote on her, speak to her like—like a father! It made my quim as hot as the furnaces of Aurora City." She sighed heavily as she stroked me off. "And I've been waiting so, so long to fuck you again."

I laughed at her amusing rationalizations. "Hey, you don't need to explain yourself to me," I shrugged, but the moon elf shot me a cross look, half-biting her lip either out of arousal or angst.

"I do," Etherea said darkly. "I do, because I'm still upset with you, but—Paragon help me, I can't stop myself."

I smirked. "Works for me. Want me to plow you, or do you want to ride?"

She shook her head severely, scowling at both suggestions, but seemed to offer contradictory words. "Lean back. I'm going to crawl into your lap."

"Giddyup," I said, obediently leaning against the headboard so that my back was arched and my lap exposed. Etherea watched me move with a dull glint in her eyes, but they lit back up in an instant when her gaze fell back upon my fat dick. She wasted no time climbing into my lap, but she remained elevated, not sitting on her thighs, but kneeling upright like she was in church. Still, my cock, big as it was, was only an inch away from tasting her slit as she dangled her enticing cunt above it.

"My pussy just—I need to feel your dick inside me, but I don't think you could handle me riding you properly," she said, chewing on her lip as she looked me in the eye.

"You've got me on the edge of my seat here," I chuckled. "What's the play?"

Etherea nodded once and looked down between her thighs where my manhood was threatening to impale her if she gave me but an inch. She reached down and grabbed me by the root and started stroking from the base, all the way up to the tip. Her hand felt warm and smooth, almost too good to believe. My balls tightened with excitement, my toes curling as she teased me. I was excited to find how sensitive I still was even after last night's fuckfest.

"Bucky, I'm going to insert just the tip, alright?" she said, asking me for permission. "Then, I'm going to jack you off with half of your dick inside me. That way I won't be exerting too much force on your body, but I can still feel your cum inside me."

She didn't wait for an answer to her very rhetorical question. My mouth formed a little surprised 'o' as she pulled me into a kiss with one hand while continuing to rub me off with the other. I grunted with pleasure as she guided me over her wetness, watching her blue cuntlips part as she slowly lowered herself onto my length—only the tip and a bit more of the upper half of my dick went in.

The odd contrast I felt, with half of my cock exposed to the open air, and the other half sunken into molten hot and wet elven pussy—it was oddly exhilarating. I moaned softly as she slid another couple inches of my girth inside her, but then she relented an inch, realizing, perhaps, that she was in danger of going too deep. If she sank down to the base, I doubted she'd be able to stop herself from going full cowgirl on top of me.

Etherea's hand started moving again, this time faster, jacking me off as she shuddered at the feeling of my inside her—even just a bit. The smooth, skillful pumps of her fingers were driving me insane. I stared into her panting face, seeing the intensity in her eyes, the passion of her expression, her brow still furrowed at me as though she were still angry. I couldn't keep my hands to myself any longer; I squeezed her breasts, kneading them, cupping her round mounds, and pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

Etherea gasped as I did so, her lips parting as she cried out, "Yes...yes, Bucky..."

Her voice grew louder as I continued to work her tits, twisting and pulling on those stiff nubs until they stood erect, begging for attention. I leaned in close as she stroked me off inside her cunt, latching my lips onto one of her blue nipples, sucking on it roughly. She squealed with delight, biting her lip as I slurped on her tit. Then, I took the nipple in my teeth, tugging on it, making her cry out, "Oh, gods, yes!"

And then, to my surprise, a little jet of milk squirted into my mouth. I let out a gasp. "Oh shit! More milky titties!" I hadn't even considered it. Still Etherea looked to be a bit early along in her pregnancy to be producing milk—but I wasn't going to complain.

"Yes, hero, suckle my nectar while I jack you off inside my depths," she moaned, her eyes gone glassy as she gazed down at me. Etherea's tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick her lower lip, and I gasped at the beautiful lewdness of that little gesture.

I sucked on her breast, drinking down every drop of milk that spilled from her swollen teat. The taste wasn't sweet like May Belle's or reminiscent of vanilla like Daisy's—it tasted more like normal milk, if a bit hotter. Still, it was delicious, nonetheless, and you weren't about to see me criticizing breast milk. That was not my fucking brand.

Etherea's breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her whole body trembled as I nursed on her tits. I loved the way she was writhing around on top of me, trying hard not to give into her own urges and completely ride me. She continually jerked my cock in her little elven hand, licking and biting her lips, moaning like a wanton slut the whole time. "Bucky, fuck," she said. "If you just buried yourself inside me to the base even once, I'd lose all control."

"Don't tempt me," I groaned, reveling in her feminine scent.

Her hot girlcum dripped down my cock, sluicing it with the proof of her own insane levels of arousal. It was intoxicating. I wanted to take her right there, but I knew she was probably right. If we started fucking, I might reopen some wounds, and I wouldn't want her feeling responsible for that.

Fuck. It was very hard to control myself though as I drank from her teat like a needy little calf while she milked my cock with her hand, trying desperately to get me to fill her cunt with my seed. Every time I thought about taking her, my balls twitched in hope—hope that I'd succumb to my urges. But I held firm, knowing I needed to be gentle with myself, taking things nice and slow. Yeah, I could handle this. I could do this! I could—

"Ahhh, fuck this, hero!" Etherea groaned, sinking down rapidly, releasing me with her hands, letting her tunnel suck my cock inside her until I was poking at the entrance to her womb. The thought that she was pregnant made that feel a bit weird.

She glowed, pink radiance emanating from her skin. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked as she rode me like a madwoman.

"I'm using healing magic while we make love to try to preemptively counteract any damage I'm about to—Auhhuggh!" She moaned and screamed as she came, and her entire body shook as she writhed atop me, crying out like an animal in heat. Her pussy gripped me tightly, milking me off as she spasmed through orgasmic bliss, squeezing me as if she was desperate to coax every ounce of sperm out of me. Not that she needed it.

But I didn't cum—not yet. Afte Etherea calmed down, she dismounted me with a wet plop, her face looking smug and rather pleased with herself as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She leaned forward onto her elbows, her ass raising up into the air and wiggling as she started licking her own juices off of my cock.

"That's fucking hot," I groaned, watching the sight of Etherea eating her own goopy sex juice off my dick. She grinned up at me, licking her lips before saying, "So are you, hero." Then she scowled. "I'm still upset with you, though."

I chuckled. "Somehow I think I'll get by."

I felt her lips stretch to take me into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue around the head, sucking on it as she swallowed me down. She moaned as she did so, and I could feel the vibrations of her throat vibrate against my shaft. "Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, her voice husky and sensual. "I can't believe you're finally awake. I missed you so much."

I grunted, thrusting upward slightly. "Yeah? Well, I've been dreaming of you girls constantly, so I didn't have to miss you too much."

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling as she slobbered on my cock. "Well, allow me to show you why the real thing is much better than a fever dream, hero."

Etherea took me back into her mouth. She grabbed me by the asscheeks and forced my entire length all the way down her throat, gagging herself as she tried to take on my whole dick. Soon, though, she pulled back, gasping for breath, but always got right back to work immediately afterward. She coughed several times whenever she recovered, but when her lungs were clear enough, Etherea looked up at me with those lust-filled, faux-angry eyes and started sucking me off once more.

The texture of her tongue as it glided across my flesh was divine; it was soft and silken, and I had no idea how she managed to manipulate it with such precision. Her motions became quicker and more frantic, and soon I was fucking her face with abandon, pounding away at her mouth as she bobbed up and down, swallowing me whole each time I pushed forward.

"Oh, fuck, Etherea," I grunted as I slammed my hips upward, driving my dick all the way into her throat. Her nose was pressed against my pelvis, and I could feel her nostrils flaring as she struggled for air while I unloaded load after load of cum into her mouth. I felt her throat clench around my dick, and I cried out in ecstasy until I had nothing left to give.

She got back on her knees and opened her mouth wide with her hands open under her chin to show me my own pearly cum. I watched as her lips puckered open, revealing a few strands of the stuff hanging from her parted lips. Some of it dripped onto her hands, but she just licked it off, smiling at me.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked me after swallowing it all.

I nodded with gusto.

She smiled wickedly. "Good. Because now I'm going to take you to see Bonny."

My eyes went wide with fear.

"Just kidding," she giggled. "You can rest here for now. But if Bonny comes here to talk to  you, I am staying out of it."

I let out a tired, exasperated sigh. "Fair enough," I said.

Etherea unwrapped my bandages and examined me carefully. I was impressed that she was able to stomach the grisly sight, but I suppose they had all seen me in much worse condition than I was now.

I gritted my teeth as she applied stinging ointments to my wounds, watching in awe as she skillfully worked her fingers over my torn flesh, using a combination of balms and magic to continue to speed along my recovery. She employed a special salve mixed with herbs that was cold against my scarred and torn flesh, but it was comforting, too.

I let out a relieved sigh as I saw her retrieving fresh bandages from the trunk beside the bed. It was almost over. She wrapped me up tight again, and I felt as though I could already feel myself healing, though I knew that was probably just my imagination.

"When do you think I'll be good for questing?" I asked her.

She cocked a suspicious eye at me. "I never knew you to be eager to leave for a quest," she noted. "Who are you and what have you done with the original Bucky Drake?"

I laughed at her comment. "I received a vision of a way to heal my dragon wounds. Well, at least help with them, I guess," I shrugged.

She looked at me skeptically. "And how did you receive this vision?"

I explained the whole dream to her, how Terastrazia had reached out to me in my sleep, and how she had told me to seek a nymph's tears. I told her how Autumn had already pointed me in the right direction, and I was eager to be done with this fucking curse.

"I see," she replied. "I understand you wanting to not be babied in this way forever. Perhaps if we monitor you carefully it may be possible to allow you to leave in a few weeks for such a quest. Assuming the peace with the Dark Queens holds."

"Do you think it will?" I asked.

She nodded slowly as she tied off the final bandage. "I think so, yes. For a time. But it's only temporary. The other Apex Heroes are keeping them busy for now, and the Goblin Queen's territory is looking less appealing than ever before."

"How did you know about the other Apex Heroes keeping them busy?" I asked. "Is it because Autumn communicates with the other catgirls in her sleep?"

Etherea frowned at me, her lip curling out as she realized she was about to give me some bad news. "Bucky, Autumn sacrificed all her powers for you," she said. "She is cut off from the others."

My eyes went wide with horror. "She's cut off from her sisters?"

"And cousins, yes. That's one reason why Winter has been staying around—so Autumn can still communicate with the others by proxy."

"Fuck," I said, making a fist. "That sucks. She didn't have to do that."

"If she didn't, you'd be dead," Etherea pointed out.

I had no response to that.

The night flowed onward, time passing by as diligently as ever until Autumn came to retrieve me. I looked at her with new eyes.

"Daddy—I mean, Bucky, let's go back to the keep. Darkmaw wants to brief us on some things, and the rest of the girls miss you."

I nodded, only happy to go. "You coming with, Etherea?" I asked.

"My home is here," she said sadly. "For now, anyway. Besides, I will be meeting with Vale and Scalia later. Have you seen them yet? I know they've been anxious to visit with you."

"Send them to the keep to visit," I suggested. "I'd love to say hi."

"I think that would be good," Etherea said with a nod, "Because Vale's babies are due tomorrow and Scalia laid her egg weeks ago."

"Holy fuck," I said solemnly, looking at Autumn. "This is bad."

"Why?" Autumn asked, sounding kind of shocked at the response.

"Because I'm objectively a terrible father," I laughed.

Etherea nodded. "Yes, you are. But you're a great daddy. I could see how much Carrotina worshiped you in that brief moment I saw you two together. Don't worry, Bucky. You're doing fine."

I felt a bit heartened by that, and I stretched, standing up and looking down at my gorgeous blonde catgirl. "Alright, Autumn, should we—"

"I want kittens," she blurted out. "I regret not having you impregnate me." She blushed, her cheeks turning bright red as she stared at me.

I blinked my eyes at her as my mouth flapped impotently in pursuit of something, anything to say. "I—okay," I offered up at last.

"Okay?" she repeated hopefully.

I nodded. "Yeah, okay. But I want to mark you first, so give me a bit more time to recover."

She grinned, the widest grin I'd ever seen on her. It reminded me of Carrotina's dirt-faced smile and made me chuckle. "Okay, let's head back to the keep. Etherea, thank you for taking care of Bucky."

"My pleasure," she said, her own face flushing at her suggestive choice of words.

"Literally," I added.

Autumn tittered at that, and we left, walking out of Etherea's cottage toward the keep. The drawbridge lowered to receive us, and I heard the creak of it being raised again as we passed through it and walked into the corridor where our room was. We met up with everyone else, who were gathered around Darkmaw waiting for us.

"You're here at last, Apex Hero," she said, beaming at me. "I heard you got into some trouble with Bonny today."

"Ahh shit, is she pissed?" I asked.

"Very pissed," May Belle giggled.

Daisy shrugged. "I would have loved for Bucky to spend time with my daughter," she said, patting her own super pregnant belly.

"Okay, enough with the baby talk for now," I grumbled. "Darkmaw, there was something you were going to brief us on, right? What is it?"

She grinned. "The queen would like to make arrangements for your coronation, wedding, and consummation, Apex Hero. There are many details to discuss."

I swallowed nervously. "Sounds like fun," I said weakly, scanning the proud faces of my girls—except for May Belle, who I noticed looked a bit irritated.

"Now, I need all of you to listen and participate. We must decide the theme for the wedding. How do you like 'United in Blood?'"

Sprinkle perked up, rubbing her hands against her cheeks. "Honestly?" she said, "I think everyone will agree that that's the most romantic thing they've ever heard."

I frowned. I could already tell this was going to be a hell of a wedding to plan.