Chapter 240 – Dispersing the storm

Chapter 240 – Dispersing the storm

“Hey, Lydia, can we talk for a moment?” John asked, after knocking on the door to her room. It had been about an hour since they had gotten home, and he had not seen the princess since she had departed from the group back in the arena. The melody of her piano assured him that she was home, at the very least.

At first, he had hoped that this thing would blow over on its own. Either Thana or Lydia would surely be wise enough to just apologize to the other. Thana, somewhat predictably, wasn’t the person he could rely on for that. The wrecked bundle of nerves had collapsed on the sofa and begged John to do something about this before she made it even worse.

As he could easily see how Thana would manage to escalate the situation further, he agreed. His mind had spawned a very stupid plan to reconcile the two, which he was now putting into motion.

The melody stopped, and Lydia met him at the door. She had changed out of her uniform and into a more girly outfit. Of course, girly in the context of Lydia simply meant that it was something he could see other girls wearing. A dark green shirt, buttoned up and long sleeved with three pens orderly sorted in the breast pocket together with a long, dark skirt and stockings. Last of which, John knew for a fact, was actually her rapier in disguise.

“What is it?” she asked, nervously playing with that little bit of open hair that was under the iron ring that held her braid together. The braid, like most times, laid on her right shoulder. She knew exactly what John wanted to talk about.

“Have you heard about our eternal lord and saviour, the God-Emperor of Mankind?” John asked in the most serious tone he could muster. Lydia looked at him with a confused series of blinks.

“Pardon?” she finally asked.

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“This is this 40k thing Rave keeps moaning about, I presume?” Lydia sighed. “What utter foolishness has brought you to annoy me about that at this time?”

“Want to play a round?” John suggested.

“This is hardly the time to play a board game,” the princess denied him and slowly closed the door again.

John got his foot between the frame and the door. “I am afraid I must insist, Lydia,” he said with a sigh and then got to the point. “If you keep holing yourself in there, that will probably have a serious impact on our team. You know that, right?”

Lydia pulled the door open again and sighed, “Is this some sort of ploy to get me to apologize to Thana?”

“How about you just talk it over without shouting at or threatening each other for a start?” John said with a calm smile and gestured out into the hallway.

Together, they went up to the second storey. John had taken one of the large, empty rooms up there and redecorated it. In addition to the standardized furniture, bed, desk, wardrobe and so on, there was now a desk with the model of a giant battlefield with crashed, gothic buildings and a half sunken spaceship on top of it. Also, lots and lots of figurines were standing on a second table, organized into neat little armies.

There was also Thana, who sat in one of the armchairs. Arms crossed and left leg jittering until the two of them entered, she waited. The moment they were in, she jumped up, opened her mouth to say something, immediately sat down again, and started clawing her hair out. “ARGH!” was the only sound she made.

“How articulate,” Lydia stated, her stern tone clad in irony.

“Fuck off, princess of buttplugs, I am seriously struggling here,” Thana said, and her eyes darted to Lydia’s throat. “I am sorry, okay!” the blood mage blurted out. “I shouldn’t have attacked you!”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Lydia agreed and rubbed her neck. Any bruise that may have been caused had been healed already. There was a pause in the conversation. Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed, the princess then added, “I am certain that I also overstepped boundaries within the confines of our verbal dispute. My apologies.”

This was going way better than John had expected. All he had needed to do was get the two of them in a room together. ‘Why are you all even more socially awkward than I am!?’ he wanted to know. ‘Even I, nerd prime, know that you have to talk about your problems! Maybe I am not giving myself enough credit... I have come a bit since the stutter.’

“Thank fucking god,” Thana visibly relaxed, sliding halfway out of her chair. “Who, of course, does not exist. I thought I fucked up majorly.”

“You added insult to injury,” John told her, for the second time. He had already gone over what she had done wrong, in length, on the way back.

“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t comment on the obvious pile of shit all the time, you can smell it yourself.” Thana waved off. “Got it.”

“I don’t think you did,” Lydia said but went over to Thana. Her steel coloured eyes stared down on the blood mage, who looked back in confusion. Lydia’s arm slowly travelled forwards until she presented her hand to the blood mage.

Hesitatingly she took it. They didn’t shake on it or anything, simply two hands that met for a moment. “How about a kiss to get this over with?” John, jokingly (but not really joking) suggested.

Lydia hummed, “I suppose you do deserve some shape of reward for your troubles.”

She looked back over to Thana, who smirked, “Ey, I am up for whatever perverse crap you guys come up with.”

Their hands departed, and Lydia, who was about the size of John, bowed down to the small woman. One arm resting on the chair, the other gently caressing Thana’s face, their lips closed in on each other. A lustrous red and a pale purple simply pushed against each other, then their mouths opened and they intertwined.

A small gap appeared between their lips, as their tongues probed forward and then whirled around each other for a moment. Sensually, their lips locked again and slowly closed, eventually separating. Only to meet again, now in a more heated exchange of saliva. Small moans escaped Thana as Lydia took charge and pushed her back down into the chair.

John slapped her left tit, and a lustful groan shook through her body. “I will fuck you when I please and you will shut your mouth. Pliable pieces of meat don’t have an option, they get eaten up when their owner pleases,” John told her. The wetness between Thana’s legs seemed to increase following his harsh rebuke, but she wasn’t the only one who liked what he just said.

Lydia bit her lip and smiled crookedly at the same time. “I have to admit, seeing you take charge of this insufferable maniac like that is incredibly seductive,” she said.

“Hear that, Thana, at least your backtalk was good for something,” John said, grinning.

That partly broke his roleplay, but he fixed that by taking one of Thana’s nipples and twisting it a bit. With his other hand, he raised her leg to rest on his shoulder. His dick now lay on top of her glistening wet cunt, resting on her clit.

“Are you happy about that?” John asked and slapped her other tit, her slender leg, stuck between his shoulder and neck, standing at a 90-degree angle.

“Yes,” Thana gasped.

“You are happy about talking back to me?” John said in a warning tone.

“No! No!” Thana backpedalled, “I am, aaaah,” he pinched her other nipple as well, “I am sorry for talking back, I sssswear!”

John slowly ground his hips back and forth. “What are you happy about then?!” he asked in an outraged manner. Messing with her when she was this submissive was just too fun.

“Th-aaaaah,” Thana couldn’t string a proper sentence together. To her luck, John wasn’t quite as adamant about it as Nathalia had been. “Th-that Lydia, AAAAAAH!” John interrupted her by biting her leg.

“Call her by her proper title!” he told the blood mage.

“That princess Lydia discovered a new kink for herself, that makes me happy!” Thana cried out, and as her reward, John plunged his cock into her in one swift motion.

From the scream and the sudden squirt that followed, everyone in the house could easily guess that Thana had just climaxed so hard that they (read: Aclysia) would need to change the sheets later. Indeed, the splattering against John’s crotch meant that he would have to take another shower after this. “Such a bad girl,” Lydia purred. “He didn’t allow you to cum.”

Thana didn’t get to retort to that. Before her orgasmic scream was over, Lydia had already descended back onto her face, and John was now pounding her. Her pussy was so wet that he glided in and out with almost no resistance. If she hadn’t been as tight as a latex glove around his cock, John would have doubted he would have even felt anything from pounding her.

However, she was that tight, and so he instead drowned himself in the wonderful feeling of her many folds rubbing along his shaft each time he pushed into her and the attempt to suck him back into her when he pulled out. Her pussy became even tighter as a second orgasm ravaged her body.

Stronger than the last one, this one made Thana’s body writhe under them. The fact that she stayed pinned between John and Lydia was attesting to the fact how much her control over her body had increased by now. Nobody was thrown off or hurled across the room. Instead, Lydia started moaning loudly as well, as the blood mage’s tongue ravaged her pussy.

John didn’t let up; he continued to fuck her just as hard as before. His eyes were focused on Lydia, in her ripped stockings, her destroyed shirt hanging loosely over her sides. Her braid, so orderly despite all of this happening, rose and fell, bouncing between her breasts, under heavy breaths and shifting movements.

He closed his eyes and imagined Thana. He could just see her rolled up eyes, the wonderful facets of violet barely visible, as one orgasm went right over into the next one. Her tongue plunged deep into Lydia’s eager crotch, just instinctively lapping to get whatever little of his spunk was still inside the princess.

A last thrust and his balls tightened, shot after shot unloading deep inside Thana, flooding her now secure birth canal, painting it with his lust. He was breathing heavily, and felt the sweat cover his body, by the time the last drop found its way into the crazy girl.

‘Why is sticking your dick in crazy this fucking great?’ John wanted to know as he pulled out.

Lydia climbed off Thana and pushed John down onto the sheet. “Do you have the endurance for one more round?” she asked.

Her eyes betrayed that ‘no’ as an answer would severely disappoint her here. The answer was, of course, his hard cock pressing against her sphincter. Sitting on top of him, she impaled herself. The initial movement was slow, as his dick, wet with Thana’s juices, widened her sphincter. Once his head was inside, however, she sank down with a deep groan.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she panted. “You stretch me so nicely, John. I feel sooo... fullllll.” As her insides were stretched by the length and girth of his rock-hard erection, John reached out to her clit and started rubbing it as Lydia went back up. “Oh, oh, fucking...” Lydia lost her otherwise so eloquent words in a haze of lust.

In a matter of a few strokes, their connection was well lubricated with precum and other juices. Lydia bounced on his cock like she was possessed by a succubus. The single goal, to get both of them off again before their bodies collapsed, meant that she went at the highest speed her weak legs allowed her.

John, who was feeling exhausted as well by now, met her with the last bit of energy he could muster as he fucked her in a fitting rhythm from below. Both clear in their goal to simply get off, moaned with reckless abandon.

Lydia came first and, actually, thrice before John felt his orgasm approach. The extreme love the princess had for getting her backdoor filled with John’s big dick was eminent as she continued to ride him. No matter how much her body protested, just wanting rest from the ceaseless assault of nerve-wrecking pleasure, their intercourse continued.

“I am...” John finally gasped, “I am cumming!” Their hips met with final ‘plap’, and then his balls tightened for the third time, pumping the thick, white liquid up his shaft, beyond the tight rim of the entrance and finally into her, where it coated her insides.

They both remained tense for several seconds, then Lydia slumped forwards. Quivering on top of his chest, as it rose and fell, the princess seemed perfectly content. It was rare to see her so at peace. “You certainly... are good for my stress management,” Lydia moaned, jokingly.

John laughed at that.