NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48: Tired (18+)
At the dinner table, I told Garth, “I need you to go to Roxy’s Metal Carriage Shop tomorrow. Here’s their address.” I gave him a slip of paper with their address.
He took it hesitantly and asked, “Aren’t we going home shopping tomorrow?”
“We are. You’re going to Roxy’s Metal Carriage Shop.” I said.
“Oh.” He was a little dispirited by the news.
But I continued. “You’re going there to get a bill. She’ll give you an estimate on the final price, and we’ll have to pay half of it as soon as possible, so I don’t want to waste a day.”
“Yes, master.” He said.
“They have cakes today,” Benard said, bringing over a plate with a large piece of cake.
“Oh right!” That reminded me. “Garth! Go to the magic shop,” every city has a few big ones, “and buy a preservation box. A cheap one’s fine. And fill it up with sweets.”
“Fill it up with sweets? What kind?” He asked.
“Any would be fine, I think. Take- This isn’t as urgent, so you can do this the day after. So, take Sterling with you; he likes sweets and knows what to pick.”
“Oh, I’m going sweet shopping with Garth?” Sterling asked.
“Yes, dear. Maybe the day after tomorrow.” I said.
““Okay.”” They both said.
“Good.” I put a piece of chicken in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “Am I forgetting anything else?”
“How would we know?” Nikola asked.
“No one asked you,” I said.
“Then who were you asking?”
“Everyone. Not you.” I said, putting another piece of chicken in my mouth.
“Aren’t I part of everyone?” She put a piece of chicken in her mouth.
I shrugged. Swallowing the chicken, I asked, “Should we get a bottle of wine.” And took out my money pouch with one hand.
“Fuertion Puertogeno again?” Benard asked excitedly. “O-”
“Benard.” Terrie butt in before he could answer. With a hand on her boyfriend’s lap, she said, “We wanted to spend some time alone today, just the boyfriends and I.” Terrie said.
“Oh, okay,” I said, handing Garth 3 silver coins. “Then get 3 bottles. You guys can take one to your room.”
“Ah, thanks.” Terrie looked a little guilty. “We can drink together tomorrow.”
Garth left the table to get us the wine.
“We’re going back to our room, too,” Nikola said.
“What? You guys don’t want to have wine on the patio. It’s such a nice night.” I said.
“It is a nice night,” Nikola said, looking at her boys. “But I think we’ll spend it in our room.”
“We should do the same, Sherrie.” Otto said, “Right, Sterling?”
“Ah. Yeah.” Sterling nodded.
“Okay,” I said. Garth returned with the 3 bottles of Fuertion Puertogeno. “You should’ve bought white wine this time.”
“You didn’t tell me.” He said.
“Yeah, I guess.” I took one of the bottles.
And Terrie asked, “Is it really fine for us to take one?”
“Yeah,” I said.
She took one and said, “Then we’re going upstairs.”
“Alright, good night.” Nikola and I said.
“Yeah, good night.” The boys joined in.
But as soon as they got up from the table, Nikola said, “Let’s go up together. We’re going back to our rooms too.”
“Master, do you need me for anything else?” Garth asked.
“No, you can go with Nikola,” I said.
As they left, I uncorked the bottle and poured it out for the 3 of us.
And as I began to drink, they wiped their mouths with the napkin and said, “Let’s go to our room too.”
“Okay,” I said, putting the wine glass to my mouth. Otto came around, swiped the bottle off my hand, and walked out of the restaurant. “Hey!” I looked over at Sterling, who just shrugged. He got up and followed behind Otto. I quickly drank my glass of wine, wiped my mouth, and chased after them. The waiters would do the cleaning. I caught up to them and grabbed the bottle off his hand. He didn’t resist but let me take it. “Don’t make me use [telekinesis] on your ass,” I warned as I took a swig from the bottle.
“Sherrie, you shouldn’t drink so much. It’s not good for you.” Sterling nagged.
“My aunt used to drink and abuse her husband. She was level 18, and he was level 1.” Otto said.
I looked up at him, then at the bottle, and said, “God, I’m not going to abuse anyone. Stop nagging me. Plus, you’re level 11.” He looked at me like I was an idiot. “What?”
“Are you serious? You’re still stronger than me.”
“Ah, yeah.” I didn’t think a guy who likes spanking me would admit to it so readily.
“And I’m a food knight. All the skills I picked were for cooking food. The only combat-related skill I picked was [chopping], and even that’s not really a combat skill.” He said.
“[chopping] can be used to-” He looked at me with eyes that were so laced with meaning and sexism that I had to cut myself off and say, “Alright, alright, I get it.” A woman comparing herself to a man in strength is just pathetic in this world. Men weren’t thought to be strong, they weren’t expected to be strong, and if they pursued strength, they were discriminated against and beaten down. So a woman who wasn’t stronger than a man was just that much more pathetic.
It’s also true that if I used my spells seriously, I could… I don’t even want to think about it. I took another swig of the wine.
***
We were back in our room. The door was closed. It was dark, with only the moonlight shining through the window, and I took another swig of the wine as two pairs of hands fondled me.
I felt their lips on both sides of my neck. Sometimes I felt their tongues and sometimes even their teeth. They loved playing with my boobs and ass. And, of course, you couldn’t stop their hands from exploring my ass crack or between my legs. They loved rubbing my crotch.
They followed me onto the bed. I was tired from all the errands I had to run today, so I just wanted to relax and let them do all the work.
Sterling brought his face over and kissed me. We opened our mouths and let our tongues hotly slow dance. While Otto pulled off my pants. And I pulled my lips away from Sterling just to have the tiniest sip of the wine, and he asked, “Are you going to drink the whole time?” His tone was pointed and kind of accusatory. But what’s he accusing me of?
“Hm? Just until I’m a bit more buzzed.” I shrugged. Otto was silently unbuttoning my shirt.
“You’ve had enough,” Sterling said and tried to grab the bottle from my hand.
“What? No.” He was acting worse than Otto. He was trying to take away my wine.
“Let go, Sherrie.” He said while pulling at the bottle.
“No. Stop.” I fought back. He pulled harder, and a little bit spilled out the top. “Wait! Wait! Okay! Okay! You’re going to spill it. Wait.” He calmed down a little bit, but we both had our hands on the bottle. Then an idea popped into my brain, and I smiled. “Okay, I’ll let go, but you feed me the wine.”
“No, why-”
“Mouth to mouth. Take it in your mouth and feed it to me through a kiss. Mouth to mouth. It’ll be romantic.”
“That…” When he heard the word ‘romantic,’ he became less sure of himself.
“Pleeeease,” I begged. “It’ll be so hot.”
“Hm. Okay.” He said.
“Alright, you promised,” I said and let go of the bottle. He looked at the bottle in his hand. “Take a swig. Come on. And give it to me.” Otto snuggled up closer, manipulated my arms, and took off my shirt.
“You’re wearing the bracelet,” Otto said when he saw the bracelet around my forearms. It used to annoy me to wear it, but I had gotten used to it.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Okay.” He said and removed my sports bra. He squeezed my naked tits and sucked on one of my puffy nipples. I stroked his black hair as he made my nipples erect.
“I’m only going to give you a little bit,” Sterling said. Then took a tiny sip of the wine and brought his cute lips over to mine. A droplet of wine ran down my chin as he passed it to me. Our tongues entangled with the taste of the wine. I relaxed into the bed. “Hm.” Sterling moaned.
Otto caressed my inner thigh before rubbing my pussy over my panties. His hand circled around my clit.
Sterling put the wine down on the bedside table and cuddled closer to me.
“Mm.” I moaned as Otto’s hand slipped under my panties and caressed my aroused pussy. Our lips parted, and Sterling and I stared into each other’s eyes. “Aw.” Sterling saw me moan again as Otto’s fingers slid into my pussy.
Sterling got off the bed and took off his shirt. I watched him undress. Otto stopped sucking on my nipple to watch him too. We watched as he pulled down his underwear and revealed his privates. I smiled, always happy to see my lover’s most intimate bits. Butt naked, he got back on the bed and grabbed my underwear. Otto stopped fingering me and made me close my legs, so Sterling could pull off my underwear easier. Then they lifted one of my legs each and pulled off my socks. I adjusted myself on the bed, grabbed the wine off the bedside table, and took a small sip. Sterling looked at me, disappointed, so I stuck my tongue out at him and returned the bottle to the bedside table. He sighed and kissed my feet. He kissed up my leg to my inner thigh and planted his cute lips on my hot pussy.
Otto got off the bed and undressed. I watched him undress with just as much pleasure as I did with Sterling.
Sterling’s cute tongue explored my love hole only for a few seconds before he started tonguing around my clit.
Butt naked, Otto got back on the bed, sat down near my hips, and stroked himself while watching Sterling eat me out. Then having watched him for a few seconds, he groped his ass. Sterling did have a nice ass…
Again, I grabbed the bottle from the bedside table and said, “Feed me.” To Otto.
“Okay.” He grabbed the bottle from my hand, took a big swig, and brought his lips to mine. I opened my mouth, and he spat wine into my mouth. There was too much, and a lot spilled out. “Ahw!” I said as I slapped Otto’s shoulder. I swallowed as much as I could. But some of it went down the wrong way, and I coughed. “Not that much, idiot,” I told him.
“You’re the idiot.” He mumbled.
“Look what you did, idiot.” There was wine on my chin, neck, and chest. As soon as I finished my sentence, he licked my chin like a dog. “Eh.” I was surprised. Then he went on to lick my neck and chest. As soon as his mouth wrapped around my breast, I cummed on Sterling’s face. “Enaaoo,” I said as my legs shook.
Otto had jerked himself to an erection, and as soon as Sterling’s face came off my pussy he stopped sucking my nipples. Instead, he begged him for my pussy while continuing to stroke his manly dick. “Sterling, please let me go in first. Please.” He moved closer to him, kissed his cheek, looked into his eyes, and with the most pitiful voice, he said, “Please.” He’d didn’t even bother to ask me but went straight to begging his brother. It was kind of cute to watch.
“Okay.” Sterling, who was always nice, agreed.
“Thanks.” Otto smiled. “I’ll give you a body rub the way you like later.”
Sterling smiled and said, “Okay.” Otto kissed his smiling face and coyly got himself between my legs while pushing Sterling out.
Otto’s dick was raging to go. He rubbed it against my wet pussy and looked into my eyes. Then, he grabbed my waist and slowly thrust his dick into me. “Mmm.” I moaned as I felt him fill me up.
Sterling brought his erect dick to my face wanting it sucked. I pushed him away and said, “Not today. Take it to Otto.” I was tired from the day and didn’t want to do a damn thing. When he saw that I wouldn’t suck it, he smacked it against my lips. “Hey?” I said and looked up at his sad and selfish eyes. “What?”
He didn’t need to ‘take it to Otto’ because Otto came to it. Otto put more weight on me and leaned over and kissed his dick. His dick was pushed against my lips, and I gave it a lick, thinking, ‘there.’ I closed my eyes feeling tired and drunk. The wine was starting to hit the back of the brain. I could feel Otto moving inside me. Sliding, stretching, rubbing my wet and horny flesh. Sterling’s dick was inside Otto’s mouth when I opened my eyes, and his sweaty balls were on my face. I closed my eyes again.
When I opened my eyes again, everything was still. I was nuzzled between two sleeping boys. The bedsheet was over us though I remembered it being under us just a moment ago. I could feel a wetness between my legs. I felt warm, soft, and loved, snuggled between my two lovely men. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.