Chapter 5 - The Seventeenth Day

As promised, here is the Seventeenth Day of Isabela's plight.

It's probably one of my favorite chapters, so I hope you like it too.

On to the story!

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The Summer had brought dark clouds above Kirkwall. 

The rain had broken too late, and an oppressive heat had taken hold of the city as a result. Whit it came thunder, wind and lightning which had waited until dark to unleash a massive storm. That thunderstorm was especially virulent above the manor of Lady Dulcet in Hightown, making its walls shake, and giving life to the quiet party that took place downstairs. 

The first floor also shook, but for another reason altogether.

                - “Fuck!”

As the storm raged outside, another type of storm had taken hold of the master bedroom. 

One of lust and passion between Gamlen and Isabela.

                - “Hgn! Take it… hgn… take my cock…”

                - “Hn… not so… oh fuck!”

The sounds of the thunder and the heavy rain were hardly enough to completely deafen the perverted sounds that escaped the room, teasing and intriguing the curious who would have left the celebration downstairs. There was few of them, and it was only thanks to that that they had yet to be discovered.
And as Isabela silently thanked the conceitedness of the many nobles that had chosen to participate at Lady Dulcet’s party – even during this weather – Gamlen shoved his cock so deep inside of her that she could only moan and pray to not be heard by them.

The storm raged outside, the party kept going downstairs, and Gamlen and Isabela were fucking upstairs, filling Lady Dulcet’s bedroom with the sloppy sound of their lovemaking. 

It had started with an interruption.

                - “Bethany. Your brother is looking for you.”

That was what Isabela had said after having found Gamlen and Bethany going at it inside the master bedroom of the manor. She had not really been surprised to find them entangled, having spotted them sneaking out a few hours earlier.
One leg up on her uncle’s shoulder, her side pressed against a desk, her breasts spilling from the beautiful and frilly dress that she had worn at the party, Bethany had been flushed, ready to be fucked, when Isabela had found them. Gamlen, for his part, had already had his pants down – of course – leaving him with only the stupid doublet he had showed up with, and his cock fully erect in his hand, ready to respond to his niece’s needs.
Isabela didn’t really know why she had refused when Bethany had asked her to distract her brother for her – the idea of leaving her with her perverted uncle, knowing what was going to happen between them if she did, had seemed unbearable – but she had made sure the frustrated girl left. She had wanted to follow but Gamlen had grabbed her by the wrist. She had turned around slowly, stomach clenching with something that looked dangerously akin to anticipation and had met his lustful gaze.

                - “Want to take her place?” He had asked her.

                - “Yeah, right. In your dreams.” She had answered.

And now, she was getting fucked against the wall… and poorly hiding her pleasure.

                - “Haa… haa… haa… ahn…!”

Hawke’s uncle had trapped her right next to the door, worming himself between her legs and joining their pelvis together to feed her his full cock. He had not even taken the time to undress her this time, with only her bandana having been disregarded on the cabinet next to them, her corset ripped open by his eagerness to get to her flesh.
Right now, his head was buried in her cleavage while he rolled his hips expertly, making her weak-in-the-knees and forcing her to push against the wall to hold herself up, sighs and moans spilling from her lips. His own groans were muffled by the pirate’s skin which he was nibbling and sucking at, leaving marks despite her protests.
And yet, she didn't push him back.

                - “Fuck… Isabela, your body is so delicious.” Gamlen growled against the pirate’s throat, licking a vein, and making the woman close her eyes under his touch. “So fucking perfect…”

The man pushed his hips up, going deep inside her already soaked pussy.

                - “And so wet.” He added, a smirk in his voice. “So wet for my cock… so wet for me…”

                - “Not for you.” Isabela gritted, clenching her fists.

She was a little tipsy, it was probably why she felt herself react so well to Gamlen’s touch. Her inhibitions were low. It certainly was why she had followed Gamlen and Bethany.

At least, that’s what the pirate told herself. 

                - “Never for you…”

Gamlen chuckled and fucked her even harder against the wall, making the buxom Rivaïn push her head against it, eyes flying up and mouth opening wide to gasp and moan.

She was so fucking full!

That’s what Isabela thought as she felt Gamlen’s oh-so-huge cock thrust inside her. The man’s hands were on her waist, keeping her in place, and he was looking right at her as he took her like he owned her, a smug smirk on his lips. For once – or maybe not once, as she was now forced to admit to herself after having been fucked by him for half-a-month – she could only moan in response.
The heat inside the room was oppressive, abrasive even. Her skin was glistening with sweat, giving her a glow that betrayed the incredible pleasure she was feeling right now as she was fucked hard against the wall. And while the heat burned her, it was nothing compared to the burning of her core.

                - “Fuck… hn… fuck…”

The pirate swore, panting, mouth half-open, eyes glazed, as she watched the cock that was going in and out of her, the wet clapping of flesh marking each thrust.

                - “Yes, that’s right… take it” Gamlen purred, following her gaze. “Take… hgn… my cock, you pirate-slut.”

                - “Shut… up.” Isabela panted back, eyes closed.

She had hers hands on his sides. To push him away or hold him close, by this point she did not know. 

It felt like her body did not belong to her anymore. Not while Gamlen was fucking her.

                - “Haa… haa… haa… haa…”

At some point, she found herself holding his ass and helping him take her, gasping and moaning despite herself as she felt her pleasure getting higher and higher.

Without her realizing it, their lips met in a sloppy and desperate kiss, and she moaned against his mouth when she felt one of his hands squeeze her tits. Gamlen laughed against hers, aroused, and the shame crept on her, making her turn her face sideways. She didn't let go of his ass, though. And when his lips and his teeth attacked her neck next, she gasped.

That is when she heard them:

                - “The master bedroom? Really?”

Isabela’s eyes flew open, and Gamlen stilled for a moment, both hearing voices coming from the corridor leading to their room.

                - “Who would keep something so priceless in her bedroom and not show it to her guests?” Asked the voice that they had heard, one that belonged to one of the many noblewomen that had showed up to Lady Dulcet’s party.

                - “That does not sound like the Lady Dulcet I know.” Another voice admitted, amused.

                - “Maybe you're right.” A third said. “But I'm sure I heard her say that she kept the vase in her room last...”

Isabela didn't hear the rest.

Gamlen's cock suddenly surged and hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. She screamed:

                - “Oh fuck!”

Gamlen hit the same spot once, twice and a third time and the voluptuous pirate mewled in delight, throwing her head back with a dopey smile.

                - “What was that?”

Then she remembered the people outside the room.

Isabela’s high came crashing down and she heard the voices come closer. Panic replaced her pleasure, and she shook her head, looking at Gamlen who did not seem to care, fucking her furiously.

                - “Wait!” She panted, gripping his sides, urging him to stop. “Wait!”

Gamlen swore, bucking his hips in frustration but Isabela refused to meet his thrusts. Her body was burning with need, but she still had enough self-control to not succumb to it. For now, anyway.

                - “I heard something.”

Pressed against the wall, Isabela listened as one of the voices crept closer, her footsteps seemingly echoing in the tense silence that had taken hold of the room. They kept coming closer and closer and the Rivaïn’s senses seemed to go in overdrive as a result, making her feel the big cock that pulsed inside her, the heated breath on her face, the bead of sweat that escaped her forehead and licked her skin before disappearing into the valley of her breasts...

                - “Looks like they heard you Isabela.” Gamlen mocked her, caressing her curves with his now free hands. “You should have been more discreet with your pleasure…”

He brought his hands to her tits – like always – and squeezed, making her shudder.

                - “… even if it’s hard to resist my big cock.” He added with a smug smirk.

                - “You…!” Isabela whispered, unable to find the right word.

Clearly, he did not care if they were to be found out at this point, lost to his lust and desire for her. 

                - “Kukuku…”

The footsteps came closer, stopping right next to the door, but Gamlen didn't care. 

He was scared, his heart was pounding in his chest, but more than that, he was excited. He could literally feel Isabela’s own fear and for some reason, it aroused him. Watching the proud pirate panic at the idea of being discovered while he had his cock inside her was delicious to him, and he could not explain why. Maybe it was the sudden vulnerability she was showing, maybe it was just the rush that came with doing something so perverted when they could be caught at any time, or maybe it was because she was still so damn wet. Whatever it was it aroused him like hell, and he couldn’t hold back his desire for her.

A devious smirk spread across his face – one he made sure Isabela saw – and Gamlen brought his lips to the pirate oh-so-glorious cleavage. He kissed her there, tasting her skin, and waited for her protest before diving in and close his mouth on that same spot, sucking it.

                - “Hn… Gam… Gamlen… stop!” Isabela whispered, biting her lips.

Gamlen ignored her and started to play with her tits with his hands, squeezing and kneading her flesh through her torn clothes, teasing the hardening nipples that had been pushing against her shirt for a while now. While he did that, he started to move his hips, only slightly, to stop her from pushing him back, making sure to remind her of his cock.

                - “Fuck!”

The buxom Rivaïn swore, gritting her teeth, and Gamlen smiled against her skin. He used his tongue to trace a long and perverted line from her breasts to her shoulder, nibbling at the sweet spot he discovered there just yesterday. He felt her shiver against him, and his cock throbbed.
But still, he kept pleasuring her, keeping his own desire at bay, if only to unleash it when she would be completely unable to resist it.

                - “Kukuku…”

Outside, the voices kept at it, with one of them insisting that she had heard something while the others tried to convince her it was only the storm outside that kept beating against the walls, drowning most sounds around.

To Isabela’s great relief.

                - “It was probably nothing. Just the thunder.”

                - “Are you sure? For a moment it sounded like a... like a scream.”

The pirate bit her lips, holding her breath as the footsteps still came closer. Her heart was beating erratically in her chest, and she kept her hold on Gamlen's sides to stop him from moving too much.

That did not mean she was not feeling his big dick pulsing and throbbing against her inner walls, stretching her with each pulse.

With nothing else to do but wait anxiously, she once again found herself praying to a Maker she hardly believed in to spare her the shame of being discovered. But as her anxiety kept growing, so did something else. Something she tried desperately to ignore. 

Isabela feared nothing more but to be found in such a compromising position with Gamlen, especially by the kind of gossipy Ladies outside who would take great delight in telling Hawke – the same Hawke that was just downstairs - exactly what she had been doing with his uncle in the room upstairs while he was mingling among the nobles.
And yet, she was also, to her great shame, turned on.
She couldn't really explain it. There was something in her that found exciting the idea of doing something forbidden while at risk of being discovered at anytime. Something twisted and perverted that fed off her darker urges, making her fully aware of her body’s betrayal. She could feel Gamlen’s cock pulsing inside her, his mouth on her skin only enhancing that feeling, and while she still had him in her grasp to stop him from moving, she was also stopping him from moving away. 
Not that he would of course.

Instead, the man kept torturing her, pleasuring her body like he had learned how to those last weeks, licking, biting and sucking her oh-so-sensitives breasts.

                - “You really… hn… love my breasts, don’t you?” She found herself sighing, mind becoming foggy under his ministrations.

That made Hawke's uncle pauses, and she felt his smirk against her skin.

                - “As much as you love my cock.” He answered smugly, moving his hips to make her feel it.

Isabela immediately regretted her words and was about to bite back when the voices in the corridor were suddenly joined by another one:

                - “What are you doing?” She exclaimed. “Everyone is waiting for you, downstairs! The Champion is going to make a speech!”

Excited squeals made themselves heard just outside the door and both Isabela and Gamlen stopped moving, listening in as the footsteps receded until the only sounds that could be heard were their heavy breathing and the rumbling of the storm outside. Their gaze met, and the bedroom seemingly became even more heated.

                - “The parasites are gone?” Gamlen rasped and when Isabela nodded – thinking dimly that he was one to talk – a perverted smirk spread across his face. “Good.”

She felt him grasp her waist and she hold her breath, anticipation griping her stomach.

                - “Then we can fuck once more… hard.”

Gamlen drew his hips back, his burning gaze never leaving Isabela’s.

                - “… just like we both like it, right Isabela?” He purred, licking his lips perversely.

                - “You…!”

He did not let her finish. In one push, he was inside her, hitting her deepest parts, stretching her walls, grinding against her sweet spots… 

Isabela then tasted bliss, and lost it:

                - “Ooooooh, fuck yeah!” She heard herself yell with relish.

Her hand flew, grabbing the cabinet next to her to hold herself up as waves after waves of burning and delicious relief washed over her. Her mouth opened, letting go of a wanton and loud moan, and her whole body shook, drinking greedily that same pleasure it had waited so long for.
That’s when her elbow hit the picture of Lady Dulcet who had been the only witness of the passion that had taken hold of her room and send it crashing onto the floor. The sound made them both still for just an instant – their hips had already started moving even before they fully realize what had happened – and look down.

There was silence then…

                - “Serves her right!” Isabela moaned, breath hitching as Gamlen hilted his cock fully inside her. “That woman… spent the last hours… hn… watching me like I was going to steal or break something.” 

In the end she had been proved right, but Isabela imagined that Lady Dulcet would have taken no joy in it, especially if she heard how her picture had been broken.

The pirate could not help but smirk a little at the thought of the proper and stuck-up noblewoman learning what was happening inside her room right now. She would be horrified, of course, but after having seen what she was capable of at Hawke’s in the beginning of the month, she wondered if she would not also be shamefully aroused.

It didn’t really matter in the end, there was no place for her in her own room tonight anyway.

                - “She’s a bitch.” Gamlen nodded with a grunt. “That stuck-up bitch hasn’t stopped making fun of me since the first time she saw me at the Blooming Rose. Saying something about me being the only Amell who ever had to pay to have sex!”

Isabela’s smirk grew bigger, both because of the insult toward Lady Dulcet but also because of what had been said about Gamlen. Although, she was forced to admit that the latter was not really true anymore, at least until the end of the month.

                - “Looks like… fuck… you’re proving her wrong.” She heard herself say to her great surprise.

Gamlen was also surprised but was soon chuckling darkly.

                - “Damn right I am!” He said triumphantly and Isabela felt his cock throb inside her.

Gamlen pushed against her, and she braced herself once more, harder than before, hitting some kind of vase this time. The vase rolled over and broke in an audible crash. Their eyes met and the same mocking smile spread across their lips before those same lips meet in a passionate kiss.

This time, she did not turn away.

                - “Mhm… mhpf… mh… mhm…”

For but a minute – but what a long minute it seemed to be – the sloppy and muffled sound of theirs lips seemed to take a hold of the room, fluttering along its walls, saliva dripping from both their chins, making their kiss even more perversely loud.

                - “Mhm… fuck! Isabela…”

                - “Gamlen…”

Her arms around his neck, she was meeting his passion with her own, something primal and perverted taking hold of her. She met his greedy tongue head-on, pushing against it with her own, sucking on it when it broke free, languorously embracing it when the mood changed.
Isabela kissed Gamlen, losing herself to something she had said she would never do with him, and when she finally drew back, it was only to moan so loudly that the noblewomen of before would definitely have heard her this time, had they been still here.

After their kiss, they started moving harder against each other, no longer caring if they broke something, being it another expensive trinket, or the cabinet itself. This same cabinet was banging hard and loud against the wall as Gamlen and Isabela kept fucking, drowning the harsh sounds of the thunderstorm outside, but unable to do the same with the sloppy and perverted ones of the sweaty bodies that were merging against it in a dance of pure passion.

For the next half-hour, those same slapping and clapping sounds bounced across the room as Gamlen pounded Isabela relentlessly, making the walls shake even more than the storm outside.

                - “Fuck Isabela! You feel so good!”

Gamlen suddenly threw his head back and let out a guttural roar. A roar that was for once free of smugness, triumph, and some of the other perverted emphasis he liked to throw at his lover. This time, he was only roaring his pleasure, and Isabela could only moan in response and swallow her own, knowing full well that if she were to open her mouth at this state, she would only betray herself, the same way her body had betrayed her.

The Rivaïn did not want to admit it, but he was the one – the only one – able to do this to her. The only one able to stretch her inner walls so perfectly with every thrust of his big cock. The only one able to make her sees stars with a single thrust. The only one able to hit every single one of her sweet-spots at once. The only one able to treat her like a slut… and get away with it.
She had numerous lovers, yet there had always been some sort of reverence in the way they touched her, some restraint, even from the bolder ones, as there was that understanding between them that she was in control, that she could stop everything on a whim even lost to lust and passion.

There was none of that restraint in the way Gamlen fucked her.

Like many others before him, he could not believe he got the chance to fuck her – even now, he had said so many times – but, unlike his peers, that did not stop him from unleashing all his pent-up lust, all his depravity, in the way he fucked her. No, unlike the men before him, unlike his nephew, he was not worshiping, he was destroying her.

And some part of her loved it!

She was dizzy with excitement, burning with anticipation, when the man’s knees then suddenly buckled. They slipped, almost crashing down if not for Isabela’s quick reflexes that allowed her to grab the cabinet to right herself, an exhilarated laugh escaping her lips:

                - “Don’t go soft on me now, old man!” 

Isabela heard herself speak and this time it was her voice that betrayed her. She had wanted to sound mocking and smug but ended up being teasing and seductive. Still, it poked Gamlen’s pride.

                - “I’ll show you soft!” He growled, voice heavy with intent.

The man palmed her ass and Isabela had only time to blink before he lifted her up once more. He brought her against the wall, and she gasped, feeling his cock spear the deepest parts of her pussy. She locked her legs around his waist immediately, doing the same with her arms around his shoulders right after he started to fuck her once more.

                - “Impressive.” She found herself admitting, still somewhat more playful that she would have wanted. “But how long… hn… can you last?”

                - “Long enough.” Gamlen smirked.

Instead of pushing her against the wall like she expected, Hawke’s uncle brought her to him, and Isabela found herself burying her shocked face against his neck when she suddenly found herself in the air, kept up there only by Gamlen’s hands on her ass, her legs around his waist, and – of course – his big cock inside her pussy.

                - “Fuck!” She swore, gasping. “Fuck! This is… !”

The Rivaïn did not have any words when Gamlen started to fuck her in that position, thrusting his hips with vigor despite his trembling knees, like he wanted to prove her wrong. 

Which he did.

                - “Hgn! Maker! How can you… fuck!”

                - “Surprised, Isabela?” Gamlen laughed, face tight with effort, smugness dripping from him as much as the pearls of sweat from his forehead. “Surprised that I can… hgn… fuck you like this? Kukuku!”

The buxom pirate could not answer, her head was flying back, mouth wide open:

                - “Oooooooh, fuck!”

How could Gamlen be so good at fucking her?

He did not last for very long, however. As impressive as his stamina was, Gamlen hardly had the strength of a warrior, and he was getting tired quickly. He did not relent, though, and took the pirate across the room. He found a big chair next to the window and fell in it, his dick still deep inside Isabela. 
They both paused, if only to take a breath, then Gamlen looked at his lover, palming her ass with a perverted smile.

                - “Now it’s your time to do the work.”

And then he made her bounce on his cock.
Isabela didn't seem to hesitate a single second. The moment he asked her to move, her ass was already bouncing on his thighs, the heavy slapping of flesh drowning the sound of the rain that clicked against the window behind them. The drapes of this same window were open, giving the dark street below a full view of what exactly was happening inside Lady Dulcet’s room.

That realization made Gamlen’s arousal grow exponentially.

                - “It’s a good thing… hgn… that all the guests are already inside, otherwise they would see you… fuck… bounce on my cock like a slut from the window.” He groaned with a perverted smirk on his lips.

Gamlen greedily traced Isabela’s incredible curves with his eyes, watching her move expertly against him in all her sweaty beauty – dark skin glistening and all – as she made her hips dance against his, riding his cock like the best whores of the Blooming Rose. 
Her hair was wet, plastered on her forehead and her shoulders, and when she drew her head back with a gasping moan, her bandana-free curls flew.

                - “Too bad for them. Because it’s an incredible sight, kukuku.”

Gamlen licked her lips, resting his head against the back of the chair, enjoying the show. 

He was glad he had managed to “convince” Bethany to take him to this party. He usually hated coming to these kinds of things, doing it if only because he refused to be the forgotten Amell, and because he secretly hoped to bathe in some of the undeserved fame of his nephew.

                - “Kukuku… let him enjoy his stupid fame. I’m enjoying something much better, hgn.”

It was exciting, knowing that his ingrate of a nephew was just downstairs, probably mingling perfectly with all those stupid and posh nobles while he was here, enjoying his precious pirate. But nowhere as exciting as watching that same pirate’s tits bounce as she rode him like the slut he always knew she was, betraying her pleasure with her now-hardly-restrained moans and sighs.

Gamlen still could not stop himself from throwing shades to his nephew:

                - “You’re missing my stupid nephew’s speech, Isabela!” He reminded her with a delighted smirk. “Hgn! Don’t you think he’s gonna wonder where you are?”

Isabela moaned, a ragged moan that aroused him, and he squeezed her ass, kneading the flesh of her buttocks, as he made her move faster against him.

                - “He’s probably going to be… hgn… so disappointed!” He chuckled darkly, eyes burning with a vengeful excitement. “Looking for you amidst the crowd and not finding you… hgn… not knowing you’re here… fuck… with me!”

Isabela didn’t answer. She was too busy biting her lips, but this time with delight. Her face was contorted by a barely restrained pleasure, her eyes rolling into the back her skull while she moved harshly, desperately, riding the cock that made her feel so good even if it was wrong.
Under her, Gamlen was watching her, smirking.

                - “But perhaps it’s better for him to not know what’s going on in his room, right Isabela?”

Isabela felt Hawke’s uncle fill her fully with his cock and she threw her head back, a delirious smile spreading across her face. Even now, she knew her pleasure and her ever-growing excitement had taken hold of her, but by this point…

                - “I don’t care!” She heard herself scream, not caring how it sounded.

It sounded exactly like what Gamlen wanted to hear and the man laughed, bathing in the sight of the proud Isabela fucking herself silly on his dick, while his nephew was just downstairs.

                - “Kukuku! If only he knew he just had to go upstairs to find you… riding my cock!”

He made her bounce on his cock faster, gorging himself in the sight of her beauty distorted by the pleasure and the feel of her pussy around his cock.

                - “You’re squeezing my cock so hard, Isabela! Hgn! Fuck, you love it, don’t you? Kukuku! You love how my cock feel inside you, don’t you, you pirate-slut!”

The chair they had fell in cracked when Gamlen thrusted his hips up, failing under the weight of their passion, the room filled with the wet echoes of flesh while the street bellow saw their shadows merge together in a dance of lust and abandon.
Their pleasure peaked, and Isabela moaned:

                - “Oh fuck! This feels so goooooooood!”

Her own admission washed over her like a heated shiver, and it made her even more aware of the waves of sensations that she was already feeling. She gasped, eyes rolling back into her skull, and her hips bucked, hard, against Gamlen’s. Then, a deep and guttural sound escaped her.

She was…!

Her hips bucked once more and she grabbed Gamlen’s head, meeting his burning gaze with her own, voice tight with a breathy realization: 

                - “You’re gonna make me cum!”

Gamlen grunted in surprise then something primal appeared on his face and his fingers gripped her ass tightly. He pushed his feet against the ground and thrusted his hips upward. He hit the sweet spot, and Isabela saw white, she saw stars, she saw pleasure… and she screamed.

Then Gamlen started to fuck her, and she tasted her climax.

                - “You’re gonna make me cum!” She heard herself repeat, delight loosening her tongue. “You’re gonna make me cum with your big cock!”

Isabela could not control her words, not when she was about to cum, not when she was already convulsing for her release, not when her words made Gamlen pound her from bellow. She encouraged him, becoming eager, desperate, as her climax crept closer, undulating her hips against his. Never stopping. Not for a single second.

                - “It’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming!”

And then, the voices came back:

                - “See? I knew I heard something!”

They immediately stopped moving. Gasping, shaking, pleasure gripping their stomachs, arousal still coursing through their veins, climax beating harshly inside them, ready to explode.

                - “They’re back.” Isabela found herself say, uselessly.

They couldn’t move, paralyzed by a mix of arousal and fear, holding each other gazes while they strained their ears, listening to the voices that now definitely knew where they were, and what exactly they were doing.

                - “Do you think this is…?” One of them asked, sounding both horrified and curious.

                - “We should warn Lady Dulcet.”

Isabela’s eyes widened. Her mind was a mix of pleasure, fear, arousal, and horror.

                - “We… we need to stop.” She panted, sweat dripping along her face, still contorted by the burning need to cum. “We need… hn… we need to go!”

But even as she said that the Rivaïn was moving her hips front and back, her pussy swallowing greedily the cock she had been about to cum on. She swore, breath heavy and needy, and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling for one more second.

                - “Gamlen…” She moaned. “We need to…”

                - “Too late.” Gamlen interrupted her through gritted teeth. “I’m about to cum. I can’t hold it any longer.”

Isabela felt his cock throb hard inside her and she suddenly couldn’t breathe.
Her mind, however, working at full speed. She could try swallowing it, she thought, but the usual loads of Gamlen were too thick for her to swallow completely. Her breasts or other parts of her body where also no good, as even if she managed to stop him from making a mess, the smell only would suffice to betray her. 
Only one solution came to mind.

                - “Cum inside me.” She said suddenly, and her whole body lit up. “And… don’t waste a single drop.”

Gamlen blinked, then smirked, taking hold of her ass.

                - “With pleasure.”

He speared her with his cock. And Isabela was blown away.

                - “Oooooooh… fuck!”

Eyes wide open, head thrown back, hips convulsing, the pirate felt pure extasy wash over her, igniting her waiting climax that suddenly expanded inside her core. But it did not explode. No, it grew even more when she moved her hips, and she lost control.
Isabela’s hands found Gamlen’s shoulders and she rode him, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, meeting his thrusts with her own.

                - “Make me cum, Gamlen!” She heard herself say, voice harsh, desperate… and perverted. “Make me cum with your cum!”

Gamlen only growled in response, his arousal peaking, feeding the churning of his balls, making him buck his hips harshly.

                - “Hgn! You better get ready then, you slut!” He panted, voice distorted by the effort and excitement. “I’m going to dump the cum you’ve been craving deep inside your pussy!”

                - “Yes! Do it” Isabela moaned back. “Cum inside me! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Amidst the dazzling pleasure that had overtaken her the pirate could not hear the guests coming, but she did not care anymore. By this point she could not even tell why, but she thought it was important that her lover did not waste a single drop of his potent seeds by cumming inside of her. Maybe it was to keep the place clean. Although, the heavy scent of sex would certainly stay long after they left. Maybe it was to hide any evidence of what had happened between in the room. Although, the mess they had made as well as their sweaty appearance would certainly arouse suspicion. 
Or maybe… she just wanted him to cum inside her.

                - “Oooooh, cum inside me Gamlen!”

And Gamlen did just that. He came with a roar, his cock erupting like a geyser, and Isabela broke.

She came like never before. Mouth open, eyes rolling into her skull, whole-body shaking, she came, unable to make a sound, not because of the people downstairs and the risk of being caught, but because of the pure ecstasy that had taken hold of her. 
For but a second, the only sound that seemed to be heard in the room, the one that bounced on the walls, gaining something of an echo in the silence, was the spurting sounds of Gamlen releasing his potent cum inside her. For but a second, she couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. She could only feel the heat that spread inside her, while her pussy was flooded just like she wanted.
She felt Gamlen pump his hips, holding him firmly against him, fingers gripping the firm flesh of her buttocks as he made sure to fully empty himself inside her, not wasting a single drop, just like he promised. And then, the second passed, and with this heavy load of thick and burning hot cum, came an ecstasy like no other that came crashing down on her.

                - “Oh fuck! I’m cummiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng!”

It was probably one of the best orgasms of her life.

And she could not even fully enjoy it.

                - “Hurry up!”

As soon as they were both finished, Isabela and Gamlen got up and grabbed their clothes, dressing fast and sloppily to flee the room before being found out. They weren’t, fortunately, and managed to escape the manor, not taking the chance of rejoining the party.

Of course, Gamlen offered to take Isabela home – his home – and she refused, finding her pride now that she had come down from her previous high. It did not stop her from shivering when he drew close to her, palming her ass where some of his cum had dripped.

                - “Next time, maybe you’ll be able to truly enjoy it.” He promised, mocking.

He squeezed her ass and pushed past her, leaving her alone, humiliated, angry… and aroused.


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And so Isabela is starting to break... or did she started already a long time ago?

Only two chapters remain and one epilogue ; next we'll have something of an "interlude" = meaning several shorter days packed in one chapter.

