Chapter 4 - The Thirteenth Day

The thirteenth Day, Isabela was angry. Angry and frustrated.

The Rivaïn had spent the last twelve days enduring Gamlen’s dirty whims, forgetting pride and control to suffer his ever-so-growing lust. But today, she felt like she was reaching a new low. 

The first few days, her shameful affair with Hawke’s uncle had stayed mostly quiet – with only Bethany discovering it – but with Gamlen becoming bolder and more perverted with each passing day, Isabela had known that their secret was at risk. Still, with fifteen days approaching – which meant half of her sentence done – she had hoped to keep her reputation mostly intact. And then, Gamlen had had the gall to bring her to the Blooming Rose.

Isabela was notoriously pretty much immune to shame, but she still found herself mortified when Madam Lusine had recognized her, and the man she came with. The proprietor of the Blooming Rose had not said anything – although, her little smirk and her added “it seems you don’t need a girl tonight Gamlen” had been enough to make her want to kill herself – and while she had promised the same discretion that she gave her other customers, Isabela had known she could never go back there.

                - “We’ll make the best of it then.” Gamlen had joked, hearing her.

That’s how she found herself using one of the Rose’s rooms with Gamlen.

As any room of the most known and reputed brothel of Kirkwall, the room was lofty. The walls were red, as were the sheets of the king size bed who took most of the space. Some candles had been lit to make their shadows dance on the wall, as well as some incense next to the mirror that found itself right in front of the bed – so she was able to watch Gamlen literally maul her., unable to escape the sight

Everything about the room cried seduction, passion, lust… and for once, Isabela hated it. Gamlen, on the other hand, loved it.

                - “So heavy… and so big.” He was saying while cupping Isabela’s breasts. “And yet they’re also so firm… clearly, those tits have been made by the Maker himself, kukuku.”

Despite the fact her eyes were closed as to not see herself being groped by the man behind her, Isabela could not help but roll them.

                - “Your back must be killing you sometimes.” The man in question added, like an afterthought and Isabela snorted.

                - “Really? The man who fucked me on the ground two days ago is worried about my back?”

That only made him smirk.

                - “I could not help it, you looked drunk, ready to be taken advantage off.” Gamlen snorted, all smugness. “It was better for me to have you than someone else. At least, I made you cum!”

Isabela thought Gamlen had cornered her outside the Hanged Man mostly because she had been flirting with Hawke right in front of him. The man really had a huge complex about his nephew, to the point of mentioning him pretty much every time they fucked now, claiming to be better than him.

She had yet to answer when he asked her directly.

For the next hour and more, Gamlen pleasured her inside the Rose’s room, playing with her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. His hands traced her body, mapping every single curve she had with greedy fingers. He undressed her and discarded her clothes on the ground, letting her keep only her boots and her bandana, before tasting her skin.
Isabela sighed.
The time flew by, the smells of sweat and sex mixed themselves together with the sweet incense that had long took hold of the room. Isabela couldn’t tell what it was, but she knew its effects – her whole heated body felt them – and coupled with her arousal and frustrations from the day before, she was soon reacting to Gamlen’s touch.

                - “Look Isabela.” The man whispered in her ear, mockingly. “Look.”

She did not need to look at the mirror in front of them to see what expression she was making, not with Gamlen’s fingers curled inside her, making her throw her head back and clasp her thighs around his hand, swearing loudly:

                - “Fuck!”

Behind her, Gamlen laughed, lazily moving his fingers in and out of her.

                - “You’re so fucking wet!” He marveled. “Are you wet for me? Wet for my cock?”

He moved then, pushing his hips against her ass to make her feel his erection. Isabela gulped – she could literally feel the thing throb against her! – and pretended not to feel anything. She also pretended that that simple contact had not made her pussy clenches around his fingers or had not her mind flooded with perverted images.
Despite her best effort to drive them out, those images did not leave her alone, becoming more and more graphic as the pleasure kept building in her core. 

She saw herself being pushed down and pounded into Gamlen’s mattress, voice hardly muffled by a pillow as she came, hard – that was six days ago.

She saw herself being fucked in a standing doggystyle on her ship’s deck, eyes rolled back in her skull as she came, hard – four days ago.

She saw herself being taken against the damp walls of the Hanged Man, biting Gamlen’s shoulder to keep quiet as she came, hard – two days ago.

She saw herself cum over and over again, and her pussy clenched, hard.

Greedy hands squeezed her breasts and Isabela sighed, falling back before bending forward when those same hands came back for her nether regions. She moaned, body burning, and shook as fingers plunged inside her. Her hips started to move without her consent, pursuing this pleasure that kept building and building inside her core, making her pant and gasp.
Finally, Isabela opened her eyes and met the burning gaze of Gamlen. Her hips did not stop moving.

                - “You like that Isabela? You like that?”

He was provoking her, but she could not snark back.

At this point, she was pretty much ready to do anything to get her release, even beg Gamlen, and when the man himself withdrew his fingers from her pussy, she literally mewled in protest:

                - “What… what are you doing?” 

Gamlen smirked at her reflection and pushed her to the side. Isabela fell on the bed, heart beating furiously, and frowned when he did not follow her, getting on his knees instead. She rose on her elbows and watched him spread her legs to get between them. Their gaze met and she bit her lips, feeling her pussy clenches.

Then, he put his mouth on her and she fell back, moaning once more.

                - “Maker! Maker! Maker! Maker! Maker” 

That what she was babbling later, as more of the same delicious and frustrating torture came with Gamlen mouth on her lower lips and his tongue in her pussy.
She was not the religious type and yet she felt as much as a believer as Sebastian at this very moment, praying for that climax that kept growing inside her.

But it wasn’t her fault. Isabela was pent up.

The day before, Gamlen had already spent two whole hours playing with her pussy.
He had brought her to his bed, having her sitting on his lap like today, as he seemed to dig inside of her in search of weaknesses to exploit. His touch had not been as refined and teasing as Hawke’s, being far more rough, eager, and greedy. And yet, she had found herself panting against him, throwing one arm around his neck at one point to hold herself up when the pleasure became too much, her other hand finding the breast his mouth was not attacking.

He had tortured her for hours on end – at least it was it had seemed at the time – not letting her cum a single time, forcing her to rest each time she was close until her pleasure receded somewhat. At the end, she was lying on his bed, shaking as he grazed her skin with his teeth while his fingers kept burying themselves deeper and deeper inside her. Unable to do anything but moan desperately, she had not been able to stop him when he had left marks on her neck and breasts, forcing her to later stop Hawke’s advances, something he had probably planned she had realized later.

He even had had the gall to forbid her from masturbating and finish herself up after she left. She hadn’t listened of course, her body was her own – and it was not like Gamlen himself was going to show up to do it, she had thought at the time after having noticed and watched Bethany visit and ride him for all he was worth, a few hours after her – but as she had come thinking of Hawke and his smile, his hands, his prick… no true satisfaction had come with it. Because somewhere inside her, she had known that she would have cum even harder had Gamlen been the one to finish her off.

That thought still made her taste shame today. Where Aveline’s usual insults, Hawke’s lessons, or Sebastian’s lectures never really had an effect on her, the thought that Gamlen fucking Amell was able to make her cum better than herself, better than Hawke, had gotten to her to the point where she had been ready to kill him when she met him today.

But now, her anger was all but forgotten as she lay against his sinful mouth.

                - “Fuck, it feels so good!”

Isabela heard herself but thought she could not help it, nor could she stop the almost delirious smile that spread to her lips when Gamlen answered her by adding his fingers to his tongue, playing with her clitoris.

                - “Fuuuuuuuck…”

She moaned, her whole body shaking, burning, and brought a hand to her head, running a haggard hand through her hair. Her hips bucked and she gasped, eyes rolling back into her skull while her approaching climax scorched her insides.

                - “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She swore, her voice echoing inside the room, ready to burst outside for everyone in the Blooming Rose to hear, so long as she tasted her climax.

Between Isabela’s legs, Gamlen smirked.

                - “It looks like I became quite good at making you cum, aren’t I?” He teased her, shoving two fingers inside of her to hit one of her many sweet spots.

Isabela could only moan in answer.
The voluptuous pirate was too busy to answer, too busy grinding her feet unto the ground to stop herself from hooking up her legs around Gamlen’s head and burrow his oh-so-glorious-and-yet-despicable-mouth between them. The same way her fingers were ripping the red sheets of the bed instead of grabbing the few hairs he had left and make better use of his smirk.
To get herself off, for example.

                - “There!” She cried suddenly, as Gamlen found just the right spot. Oh, it’s there! It’s there! I’m… fuck… yes! Like that! Just like that! I’m…!"

Isabela gaped at the ceiling, eyes wide open. She was feeling it! Her whole body was tensing, ready – desperate! – to taste that climax that was growing inside her for the last hour – the last day! - she felt like she needed just a little push, a single match to ignite the scorching pleasure that would lead her to what she oh-so-wanted.

So, of course, Gamlen didn't give her that push.

                - “N… no! What are you doing, you asshole?” The Rivaïn cried when he stopped suddenly and drew back. “Why… why did you stop?”

Gamlen smirked and Isabela instantly regretted her words, but she kept frowning, unable to mask her disappointment this time. Gamlen did not seem to care, though. She watched as he stood up, his hand moving up and down his rigid cock, and she felt a burning need to spread her legs, to tell him to fuck her, to ravage her like only him knew. Instead, her pride pushed back, and she kept her mouth shut. Still she was dripping with arousal when he put his knee on the bed to join her.

But instead of moving between her drenched thighs like she wanted him to, Gamlen draped himself over her stomach, putting her face to face with his dick.

                - “Now it’s your turn to take care of me.” He uttered, squeezing one of her breasts.

Frustration and despair were raging inside her as, once again, Gamlen was establishing his dominance and Isabela could only suffer it. And yet, some dark and perverted part of her seemed to relish it, she realized, feeling something akin to “butterflies” – as would her kitten say – in her stomach.

                - “You’re the worst!” She still growled.

                - “It’s my pleasure that matter, remember?” Gamlen sneered back and she wanted nothing more but claw his eyes out. “I’m paying for the room after all…”

                - “I’m not one of your whores!” Isabela gritted between clenched teeth, her pride surging.

Gamlen chuckled and pressed his cock against the breast free of his perverted grip, teasing her hard nipple with its hot and pulsing head. Isabela shivered.

                - “No.” He admitted, voice boiling with lust. “You’re so much better. You’re a slut.”

The man drew himself up and Isabela’s mind blanked. Any retort that she had died on her lips, when a grotesque shadow was cast over her by his cock, making her look cross-eyed.

He was big. It was pretty much the only thing he had going for him, but fuck he was big!

Once again, she wondered why a man like this had been gifted with a dick like this. Seeing it up close – seeing it throb and pulse like it had a life of its own – made her pussy ache. If only it did not belong to Gamlen, she would be begging for it, Hawke all but forgotten in her state.
But it belonged to Gamlen and the man was smirking at her with such smugness that the burning anger she felt toward him far exceeded the burning of her core.

… for now, at least.

Her anger didn't stop Isabela from swallowing a little when Gamlen started to jerk himself off and the mushroom head of his cock expanded, letting a drip of precum fall into the valley of her breasts. 

                - “Like you, I’m at my limit.” The man growled, face tight with excitement. “And I’m gonna finish myself with those massive breasts of yours… you ready?”

Gamlen squeezed her breasts and Isabela swallowed a moan.

                - “No.” She answered, clearing her throat when she heard the breathy quality of her voice. “But it’s not going to change anything, is it?”

Gamlen only smirked and took hold of her tits. He squeezed them once more, kneading them and playing with her nipples for a few minutes. Isabela bit her lips, grasping the sheets next to her head. She felt the man spread her breasts like it was her legs, put his fat prick between them, then squeeze once more.
Her titty-flesh wrapped itself around him and Hawke’s uncle swore.

                - “Fuck!”

His groan echoed inside the room, feeding the thick silence that had taken hold of it, and Isabela felt something ignite inside of her. Something that made her heart beat loudly in her ears as she looked up toward the man that had now his full length between her tits.

Something that felt suspiciously like Anticipation.

Gamlen moved, his dick throbbed, and Isabela gripped the sheets a little tighter.

                - “Fuck!” The man groaned, closing his eyes for a second. “I thought Bethany’s breasts were the best, but I should have known that the fucking tits of the great Isabela would feel even better!”

Isabela refused to take pride in Gamlen’s vulgar compliments, and yet, it was with something resembling a teasing smile that she found herself answering:

                - “Don’t let her hear you say that.”

Gamlen smirked back, squeezing the brown and firm flesh around himself, moving back and forth with a groan, savoring the incredible embrace of her breasts.

                - “I might let it slip.” He joked. “Your breasts are really incredible!”

The man breathed heavily, pushing forward, a perverted glint in the eye.

                - “And tonight, they are mine.” He groaned, throwing his head back with a thrust of his hips. 

Gamlen started moving, pumping his hips gently at first, to get used to the one-of-a-kind pleasure that always came with the feeling of fucking the proud pirate’s tits.

It wasn't the first time he fucked Isabela’s breasts, of course. It had been one of the first things he had done after the beginning of their affair. By the third day, he already had her give him a tittyfuck in her own bed at the Hanged Man. Yet, he always felt like he discovered new kinds of pleasure each time he did it.

He couldn’t say why. Was it because Isabela’s breasts were really the best? Or was it simply because these breasts belonged to Isabela?

Whatever it was, it felt incredible and when he started moving, he could not help but moan deeply.

                - “Fuck! These are truly the best tits!”

Groaning, Gamlen looked down, watching his cock move between the Rivaïn’s glorious orbs of flesh. His arousal peaked when he met her gaze and he couldn’t help but smirk, seeing her like that, the prideful Isabela, laying under him as he fucked her breasts.

                - “Fuck… hgn… kukuku, how many, do you think?” He grunted, suddenly. “How many men would kill to get a chance to do what I’m doing right now?” 

Isabela didn’t answer but he didn’t care. After all, he was the one doing it, and It felt glorious.
Grunting, Gamlen thrusted his hips forward, hissing in delight as he squeezed those huge tits that always made him hard, moving them up and down his length.

                - “They have no idea… kuku… they have no idea how good it feels!”

Gamlen closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

He had managed no to touch himself as he was burrowing his tongue deep inside her pussy, hold back only by the desire to torture her. And while he had grinded himself against her ass while he was fingering her, it was only now that his full cock was free of its constraints and buried deep between these two glorious orbs of flesh that he felt relief.

The feeling was almost enough to make him cum.

But before that…

                - “I’ll make them mine!”

Gamlen then started to fuck Isabela’s breasts.

He started to fuck them like he usually fucked her pussy, with full force. Gone were his first gentle thrusts with which he made sure to enjoy the feeling of fucking the breasts he lusted after for so long and would probably lust forever. Gone was the perverted enjoyment that came with the feeling of power over the pirate as he took hold of her tits to fuck them at his own pace. 

Right now, he was losing himself to lust and pleasure. Right now, he was owning her breasts with his cock.

Right now, he was making them his, as he said.

                - “Fuck! Fucking your breasts after holding back for so long feels incredible, Isabela!”

                - “They feel so fucking good around my big cock!”

                - “It’s like your tits were made by the Maker himself for me to fuck!”

The man kept babbling, looking both delighted and mocking at the same time, while Isabela frowned, refusing to look at his face and find pleasure there while she battled with herself to ignore the ache of her pussy.

                - “Like there is a world where my tits belong to you, asshole!” She hissed.

But despite what she was saying, the pirate was forced to admit there was something true in Gamlen’s words. He was the only man that could fuck her tits like he did – with an intensity that took her breath away – without spending himself inside her cleavage after a few thrusts. He was also the only man that she could not contain, and it was extremely frustrating.
Isabela could count on one hand the number of lovers that had been gifted enough to not be completely swallowed by her glorious rack. But even then, those lovers had soon broke, unable to handle the way she had used her tools to take care of theirs. She usually loved it. Be it the power she felt when she made them cum, breaking their previous confidence or the perverted feeling of having a big fat cock between her breasts that she could fully jerk off.
But with Gamlen… with Gamlen she no longer had any power when he fucked her tits. He was the one in control. And his cock… his cock was perfect. It was big enough to no be swallowed by her flesh, and powerful enough to handle her hot embrace. Clearly, it was the perfect size to be tittyfucked.

But she could not allow herself to enjoy it, that’s what was so frustrating.

For a long time, Isabela laid on the bed, head turned, fists closed on the soon-to-be-wet-sheets to keep her frustrations at bay, watching the candles around the bed cast the erratic shadow of her partner onto the walls. The spicy scent of the incense was long gone, replaced with the smell of sweat, sex and cum, but its effects still made themselves known in the heat that had taken hold of the room’s occupants, Gamlen as well as Isabela. The former was already drenched in sweat, voice broken by the pleasure he felt and the effort he made in pursuing it. And yet, he didn't stop, unknowingly proving exactly why the latter was forced to admit he was better than his peers.

Isabela already noticed before, but Gamlen had an incredible stamina. She was once again reminded of it, seeing him fuck her breasts with such gusto without breaking. 

                - “When you pay to fuck…. huff… you learn to make the most of it.” He grunted in explanation when she found herself asking why.

                - “What a stupid life lesson.” She snarked, still somewhat amused.

Gamlen grinned and pushed his cock deep inside the valley her breasts, stealing a moan from her.

                - “One we both enjoy today!” He smiled through gritted teeth.

Already the mix of sweat and pre-cum made the valley of her breasts a perfect wet and oily hole to lose himself in. A perverted squishy sound bounced on the red walls of the room each time he moved his hips, but it was deafened by the squeaking of the bed.
And little by little, Isabela felt her own pleasure stir.
The climax that almost made her come undone was still burning inside of her, eager and hungry, and each time she felt Gamlen’s hard cock move between her tits and his greedy fingers squeeze her flesh around himself, a perverted flutter of excitement came stroking its ember, feeding it.

                - “Hgn! Your tits… your tits are the best, Isabela! Fuck!”

Gamlen swore loudly, his voice echoing in the room, and Isabela felt hot.

The Rivaïn prided herself for her control. While she had always been promiscuous – a slut, added a voice in her mind that sounded like Aveline’s – and she liked relinquishing control with some of her lovers, she always kept a semblance of it in her actions or her choices. Here, that control had been stolen from her. She was forced to obey Gamlen. A man with who she would never have been with had it been her choice.

And yet, as she lay there under him, at the complete mercy of his lust and perversion, she couldn’t ignore her own wetness.

                - “Why am I enjoying this?”

That was the question she asked herself. Because she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t. As humiliating as it was, a part of her seemed to love being used like that, dominated by a man with a huge cock who thought of his pleasure first.

She felt like a whore. And somehow, it made her feel… good.

Sighing, Isabela gripped the sheets of the squeaky bed, looking up to Gamlen whose hips started to move faster and faster, deep and powerful thrusts coming in-between his fast pace, drawing moans from her treacherous mouth.

                - “Fuck! How many men have you seduced with those big tits?” The man asked, burning with desire and excitement. “How many men have you let fuck your fucking tits like this?”

                - “Plenty.” Isabela lied.

She had given tittyfuck to many of her lovers, but she had never let a single one of them get her on her back and take control like Gamlen.

The man himself didn’t know that, though, and he frowned, making her smile smugly. He was trying to hide it, but he had clearly hoped to hear her say he was the only one. His jaw was locked and the perverted glint in his eyes had been replaced by his usual jealousy.

                - “I should have known that a slut like you would already have been used like this before.” He grunted, slowing down as his pettiness emerged. “Was the brat one of them?”

While she had expected Hawke to be dragged into this sooner or later, Isabela was still taken aback by the question and her eyes betrayed her. She opened her mouth, not knowing what to answer – she knew what answer Gamlen would want but… - and her silence seemed to echo inside the room.  

That made Gamlen stops.

                - “He wasn’t, uh?” He said and a huge smirk spread to his face. “Kukuku, and yet here am I, enjoying it. Fuck!”

He started moving again, even faster than before.

                - “But of course, he wasn’t! Because he can’t enjoy it! Not like I can!”

Isabela felt the change in the room, felt Gamlen’s jealousy retreat and his arousal come back, even greater than before, spurred by his complex about his nephew. The bed was soon squeaking once more, trembling under the man’s lustful triumph. And Isabela was too.

                - “Only my cock can do that!” Hawke’s uncle screamed, having already forgotten Isabela’s previous lie. “I’m the only one who get to fuck your breasts like this, Isabela!”

He thrusted his hips forward, crushing her breasts around his throbbing cock and Isabela shook.
She was suddenly burning, her own arousal feeding off Gamlen’s. As the man groaned and grunted, thrusting his cock erratically in the valley of her breasts, she was moaning and panting, feeling the same urge as him, the same pleasure, the same lust…

Something dark had taken hold off her, and she couldn't control it.

                - “Hgn! They’re mine, now! They belong to me and my cock!”

Gamlen roared, throwing his hips forward with such force that his cock got free from her tittyflesh. Isabela gasped, feeling a burning and perverted need take hold of it, and she flexed her fingers against the sheets that were now drenched by her sweat. She heard her partner swore, finding and thrusting his cock in the valley of her breasts once more, and when he squeezed, making her feel his full girth, her own hips bucked uncontrollably.

Her arousal grew and her climax stirred.

                - “Fuck! What a sight!” She heard Gamlen swore and for some reason, her foggy mind thought of the mirror still in the room.

In her position, Isabela could not see it, but she could imagine what it reflected, the sweaty back of Gamlen trembling, his hips moving… and her open legs shaking. It would reveal her wetness, the same one she was drowning in while the rest of her body burned.

It was because of the incense.

                - “Its the drugs! It had to be the drugs!” Isabela panted, trying to convince herself that what she felt right now did not came from her.

That did not stop her from doing what she did next.

Gamlen was reaching his limit, she felt it. Just as she felt that his pleasure and his urgency made him sloppier. His cock had already slipped twice from the grip of her tits, while his own grip was slackening, affected by his approaching climax.
She could not have that, she thought.
Gamlen moaned with a deep and guttural voice that made her shiver despite herself and thrusted his hips uncontrollably, losing himself a split second and letting go of her breasts.

Isabela replaced him.

Without thinking, she took hold of her own breasts the moment he let go and squeezed them around his still pulsing cock. She did that once, twice, and then a third time before realizing what she was doing and looked up, meeting Gamlen’s gaze.
The man was looking at her with a mix of awe and lust that soon made way for a look of pure triumph and a scorching arousal.

                - “That’s right.” He sneered, thrusting his hips forward. “Jerk me off, Isabela. Hgn! Yes, jerk me off with your big tits by yourself…”

He started moving again, his cock throbbing hard between the pirate’s breasts.

                - “Make me cum, you pirate-slut!”

And Isabela obeyed.

Knowing it had to be done and in the hopes of finishing quicker – that’s what she told herself anyway – Isabela found herself getting tittyfucked by Gamlen once more. Except this time, she was moving of her own volition, and she was the one getting him off while he watched her, smirking as he moved his hips almost gently to fully enjoy the moment.

At last, the great Isabela was jerking him off with her tits.

This was the perfect revenge for Gamlen. For so long he had lusted after Isabela’s breasts. For so long she had humiliated him using those same breasts, teasing him and mocking the hard-on she provoked. And today, that same proud, mocking, and voluptuous Isabela was going to make him cum with her tits.

                - “It’s perfect!” Gamlen rasped suddenly. “Fuck! You make me feel so good, Isabela!”

Swearing loudly, the man put his fists next to the Rivaïn’s head, pushing down the mattress to hold himself up as he moved his hips in concert with her breasts, fucking them with abandon.

                - “Keep going! Yes, keep going, you pirate-slut!” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck! Make me… cum!”

He thrusted his hips and Isabela moaned. He smirked, watching how the oh-so-proud pirate was squirming in pleasure, clearly affected by the way he was fucking her big tits.

It was so fucking gratifying. It made the whole experience even better.

                - “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Isabela?” He sneered. “Ugh… jerking off my cock with those big breasts or yours?”

His hips bucked and he groaned, tasting triumph once more.

                - “I bet you can’t… hgn!… do that with my stupid nephew!”

Isabela did not answer of course – not that he was expecting it – but she squeezed her tits harder around him, making him pant in delight.

                - “Yes! It’s me! Only with me!” He all but roared.

Let them hear, he thought as his screams echoed inside the room. Let the whole Blooming Rose hear him as he was getting the tittyfuck of a lifetime from the great Isabela herself. He wanted it. He wanted them to hear his pleasure. He wanted them to hear him cum. He wanted them to hear Isabela make him cum.

                - “Fuck, I’m going to cum! You’re going to make me cum, Isabela!”

Gamlen moaned her name and Isabela watched him.

Most of the candles had died down around them, and as a result, his shadow grew bigger on the wall while new ones appeared on his face. It made him look even more intense, enhancing every twitch, every spasm, every shudder his face made as she squeezed his cock between her tits.

He was going to cum.

Isabela could clearly see it, see the pleasure that she was giving him, and it excited her.
Never breaking eye contact, she used her tits to bring him closer and closer to orgasm and a slow and perverted smile spread across Gamlen’s gaunt and sweaty face.

He was going to cum.

                - “I’m going to cum.” He swore, hips bucking, breath hitching. “Hgn! I’m going to cum between your fucking tits, Isabela! Fuck! I’m going to mark them with my seeds!”

Something primal, an urge that she could no longer control, took hold of her and Isabela brought her full breasts around his cock, watching him twitch and arch back, throwing his head back with a guttural moan that made her shiver in delight.
She squeezed harder, moving up and down his fat prick, and Gamlen groaned: 

                - “Yes, that’s right! Make me cum, you slut! Make me cum with your big tits!”

By this point, the man had almost stopped moving but the throbbing of his dick had become as erratic as his hips had been and Isabela knew what it meant.

He was going to cum. She was going to make him cum. Just like he had said.

                - “Make me cum!” Gamlen urged her, his voice becoming more and more desperate, breaking under his fast-approaching climax. “Make me cum with your tits! I’m… fuck! I’m…!”

Suddenly, he throwed his head back, eyes wide open.

                - “It’s there!” He yelled, his body becoming rigid, his cock pulsing. “It’s there, it’s there, it’s there! Hgn! Get ready, Isabela! It’s going to be a big one!”

Isabela felt his cock twitch once, then it started throbbing, hard, and she licked her lips.

                - “I can’t wait.”

Isabela’s whisper seemed to echo in the room, gently, seductively. It was so low, so fleeting, that it could have been the wind. Yet, unconsciously, they both heard it, just as they heard Gamlen gasp.
His hips surged, one last time, and at the same time, Isabela squeezed her breasts around him.

Gamlen came.

                - “Oh! Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck!”

The man’s triumphant roar echoed inside the room, bursting through the walls and the whole building seemed to be shaken awake for everyone to hear Gamlen Amell cum between captain Isabela’s breasts.

Only Madam Lusine realized the identity of the screamer, and she smirked.

                - “Looks like Gamlen won’t need any of my girls for a while.” She hummed to herself.

Upstairs, Gamlen’s cock erupted.

                - “Yeeeeees! Drown in my cum, Isabela!”

Isabela did, and some part of her relished it.

Holding her breasts around him, the Rivaïn felt each and every heavy pulsation of his cock. She watched, unable to look away, its head expand adding ropes after ropes of his potent and burning cum on her skin, whitening it… marking it… owning it!

Just like he had promised, Gamlen was making her tits his.

Isabela swallowed audibly.

Never before had Gamlen’s cock seemed so… powerful, dangerous even, and the primal part of her – the one who was so desperate for release – wanted nothing more but being taken and broken by that same dangerous tool.

                - “It was because of the incenses.”  

That what she kept saying to herself when she felt like moaning while being drenched by Gamlen’s cum, that same depraved and treacherous part of her bathing in the feeling of being literally drowned by his potent seeds.

                - “It was because of the incenses.”  

                - “Hgn… fuck… take it… hgn… take all of my cum between your… hgn… big tits, Isabela. Fuck!”

Gamlen kept cumming for a long minute, shuddering and gasping as he watched, entranced, his cock twitch and pulsate between the breasts he had now made his.
A smile on his lips, he throwed his head up:

                - “Bathe in my cum…”

Isabela felt like she was bathing in cum. The sheets under her were drenched in sweat and seeds and yet it was nothing compared to the amount of fluid that covered her cleavage.
Once, such a sight, such a feeling, would have made her sick. Now? Now, some perverted part of her wanted nothing more than to rub it all over her body. Isabela kept these lower and disgusting instincts in check however when she looked up to Gamlen even if she was not able to completely eradicate the clenching of her nether when she saw that his cock had yet to fully soften.

                - “It was thanks to the incenses.”

                -“That felt good.” Gamlen rasped, smirking evilly. “Kukuku, and it was quite a load too!”

The man was looking at his work, clearly pleased with himself.

                - “Every time we’re together, I end up cumming like crazy.” He said, before smirking mockingly. “And I’m not the only one, right Isabela?”

Isabela locked her jaw, looking at him defiantly despite the fact that she was covered in his cum. And yet, she was still not able to stop her pussy from clenching hard, when he then put his hand on her thigh, leaning on her with a purr:

                - “It must mean we’re quite compatible, no?”

                - “Like hell we are!” She bit back, making the man chuckle.

                - “Are you sure? You don’t want me to try to make you cum then? We still have some time with the room… and I still have a load in me.”

Isabela looked down, looked at Gamlen’s cock that was still leaking cum but also hard, its veins pulsing grotesquely as the man was already stroking himself to full hardness.

She licked her lips… and spread her legs.

                - “You’ll make me come here tomorrow anyway.” She said finally, trying valiantly to ignore the incredible heat between her legs. “I… might as well get it over it today.”
 
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So... I managed to do a full chapter on pretty much only one titfuck so yeah... that happened.

Next chapter ; the seventeenth day it is! Half of the month has passed, to Isabela's......... relief?


