Why Not? [EXPLICIT BONUS SCENE]
This is one of the first bonus scenes I wrote. These are stand-alone chapters that just might be canon, featuring adults doing fun adult things. I’m doing about two of these per month on Patreon.P.S. For all you weirdos, I already have one featuring the Bursar and the next one is going to feature Coratorus 😅
“Nice hair! You’re a Jonungaard?”
Grit turned around, raising an eyebrow she didn’t have at the guy who had shouted at her.
“No, she’s just completely white for fun,” the other guy said, bumping his friend with his shoulder. He smiled widely with all his teeth and spoke loudly to make his voice carry over the noise. “Welcome to the party! Name’s Frederik!”
She lifted the mug of beer in greeting. “Grit. I started yesterday.”
“Frederik Rodn,” the first guy said.
The mug stopped at Grit’s lips and her eyes went wide. They were wide to begin with, as all Jonungaard had huge eyes, suited to seeing in the dark. The irises were blood red, except when light hit them and they glowed like cat’s eyes.
“Ah, never mind that,” Frederik said, rubbing at his neck. “Have you introduced yourself to everyone yet? Do you have any friends in the school?”
“Don’t think there are any other Jonungaard here. Is it true what they say about you?” the other guy said, stepping closer and reaching a hand out toward her.
Grit took a step back. “That they can slap a guy hard enough to turn them inside out? Yeah.”
“Cool,” Frederik said, nodding appreciatively.
“Don’t be dumb, Rodn. She’s just joking. Aren’t you? You look like a porcelain doll. I could warm you—
“Did you hear someone got slapped and their face fell off?” the girl said, holding a platter filled with an assortment of fruit. She had dark brown hair, collected into a messy bun on top of her head. “They said Frederik had to take them to the infirmary.”
“Nooo, that’s horrible,” Grit said. “I’m Grit, by the way.”
“I’m Lian. You’re so pretty.”
“Oh, okay, thanks. People are pretty forward in here.”
Lian chuckled. She wore the same black robe as everyone else, but she was shorter and filled out the robe more, especially around the bust. “It’s all the death. You see those skeletons and zombies all around and it sort of makes you think ‘why not?’ you know? Also, some of the council guys are assholes, but that’s a separate thing.”
Grit scoffed. She shook the mug of beer and peered into it, empty already.
“Want to grab a refill? Someone said Frederik got the beer from Böndelheim. I want one too after I finish this cumquat.”
“Is that really called that? What’s a quat?”
“Shame on you! I like you. Come on, let’s get those beers. I’ll show you around!”
“You think it’s ok to just come here?” Grit asked. She tried to pull her thick, white braid out from under her by tilting her head, but it had gotten stuck under her back when Lian had pushed her down.
Lian knelt on the bed and leaned down, pushing her palms on both sides of Grit’s head. “It’s a party. Let me help you with that,” she said, sliding her hand below the back of Grit’s neck and lifting her. She reached down to fish the braid out from under her and pulled Grit’s face to her own chest. “Better?”
“Mmh-hm,” Grit mumbled happily. Her face was between the soft swell of Lian’s heavy breasts under her robe. Grit dragged her teeth across the cloth until she found her right nipple, a harder peak below the black cloth. “Do you have anything under there?” she said through her teeth.
“Find out,” Lian said and let out a breath as Grit bit down on her nipple. She pushed Grit’s head harder against her chest, wrapping the braid around her other fist.
Grit slid her left hand down Lian’s waist and found the hem of her robe. She lifted it, finding her thigh with her fingertips. She slid them up to grab her cheek, squeezing and pulling it to the side.
Lian groaned in a low voice, tilting forward as Grit kept nibbling on her nipple. She fell over to lie on top of her, Grit’s legs between hers.
“These goddamn robes,” Grit mumbled from under Lian, voice muffled. She squirmed, trying to push her own robe higher with her knees.
“Your hand feels funny,” Lian said. “It’s so rough.”
“I’ll be careful,” Grit said, giving up trying to hike her own robe higher and grabbing on to Lian’s ass with both hands, spreading the cheeks. Lian’s pussy made a soft wet sound as she did. “Damn, you’re ready to go.”
“You’ve been rubbing yourself all over me for the whole night,” Lian said.
“Well, let’s switch,” Grit said, pulling her forward with both hands. “Climb on my face.”
Lian walked herself forward on all fours and pushed herself to stand on her knees above Grit’s face.
Grit lifted the hem of Lian’s robe over her head, and pulled her by her buttocks. Lian yelped a laugh as she landed on Grit’s face, her lips hitting hers.
“I can take it off,” Lian said.
“Don’t bother,” Grit said.
Light shifted through the robe. The colors didn’t exist in the dark, but otherwise Grit could see perfectly. The round, heavy breasts with their nipples hard and rubbing against the coarse cotton. The bead of sweat glistening between the breasts. The tuft of dark hair just above her nose. She spread Lian’s pussy open with her thumbs, holding her up with her elbows resting on the bed. Her chin was already wet from the way Lian dripped. The air under the robe got warm, smelling salty and sweet. Grit pushed Lian up for an inch to get a breath, the sound a wet smack as she lifted off Grit’s face.
“You can squeeze me harder,” Lian said, panting. She let out a whimper as Grit craned her neck up to flick her tongue across her clit. “Oh, that’s nice. Actually, wait!”
“Hmm-m?” Grit asked, face smeared with pussy. She groaned with frustration and reached her tongue forward as Lian lifted herself off her face.
“I want to taste you too,” Lian said, turning around so her head faced Grit’s feet. “Lift your butt.”
Grit raised her hips high to let Lian pull her robe up. It bunched around her stomach, and Lian started to undo the cord holding her trousers. “Aren’t you hot wearing all this?”
“You’re hot. And I thought it would be colder in here. There’s snow everywhere.” She wiped her face with her hand, holding the other one on Lian’s ass. “You about done down there?”
“Why did you make the knot this tight?” Lian said, then leaned down and pushed her head down between her legs.
Grit snorted and shook as Lian growled and tugged on the cords. “Aa! What are you doing? That tickles!”
“Got it,” Lian said, flashing a smile back at Grit with the cord between her teeth. She finished pulling it open with her hand and yanked Grit’s trousers down to her ankles. “Whoa, you don’t have any hair here either?” She ran a hand over Grit’s mound, brushing the white skin with her fingers. “It’s so smooth. How—Eek!”
Grit pulled Lian’s hips back over her face. Her hips were wide and Grit’s hands didn’t cover half of her cheeks. She squeezed harder, fingers digging and leaving marks against Lian’s skin.
Lian groaned and brought her head down to Grit’s slit. It was completely hairless, a glistening line between her legs. She pushed her hands under Grit’s thighs and spread her open with her fingers. “It’s so pink,” she said with wonder in her voice. She wiped a hand across Grit’s pussy and slipped two fingers in, pulling her wider. “And you’re so wet I bet I could get my whole fist in you.”
“That’s for second date,” Grit mumbled. She worked her right hand over Lian’s ass and placed her thumb on her asshole. It was already drenched with saliva and with how wet Lian was, and Grit moved her thumb around in a small circle, pressing firmly.
“That’s not?” Lian asked, taking a deep breath as Grit slid the thumb in her ass. She moaned and pushed her face down again between Grit’s legs, taking her clit between her lips lightly.
Grit’s toes curled and she pushed her thumb deeper, up to the base. She had her fingers on top of Lian’s ass and used the grip to pull her down and back so she could reach her better. She pointed her tongue and ran the tip over the clit. Lian’s ass clenched around Grit’s thumb. The breath she let out against Grit’s pussy made her shiver.
Lian made small circles with her tongue, while pushing a third finger into Grit. She spread her fingers out, sliding the tip of her middle finger along the inside. Grit moaned and pushed her waist up to Lian’s face, butt rising off the bed. There was a wet spot spreading below her as Lian kept working her fingers in and out.
“How many do you have in?” Grit asked, panting.
“Maybe one more?” Lian said, tucking her pinky in with her other fingers and rotating her hand as she pushed it in.
Grit groaned in time with the fingers disappearing one joint at a time. She grunted a hoarse moan as Lian’s knuckles slipped in, leaving just her thumb outside.
Lian rotated her palm up, making Grit shudder. She curled her fingers, sliding them over the sensitive spot inside. “Hell, you’re wide open,” she said, spreading her fingers with ease.
“I’m… pretty… close,” Grit panted. She let her head drop to the bed. Her neck ached. Lian’s butt was above her eyes, her own hand with the thumb inside her ass and Lian’s pussy open and soaked. A drop of liquid dangled down from its lips. It quivered in the air as Grit moved her thumb in and out, coarse palm scratching against Lian’s skin.
“Slap me,” Lian mumbled, arching her back and pushing her ass higher.
“Next tim—!“ Grit’s words were cut short as Lian bit her clit between her teeth. She cried out and came, pussy flexing and squeezing Lian’s fingers so hard she yelped.
“Whoa,” Lian said as Grit shuddered below her, her breath a dry wheeze as she continued coming. Grit pulled her thumb out to squeeze Lian’s ass with both hands, holding on as her body convulsed, hips twitching as Lian kept her hand inside her.
“Careful,” Grit said when Lian flicked her tongue over her clit one more time. Her pussy flexed, the wet spot below her hips widening.
Lian leaned down from her knees to lie on top of Grit and kissed her inner thigh. “My face is all wet,” she said, wiping it on Grit’s thigh and then on Frederik’s silk sheets. “There better be a next time.”
“You can bet your ass on it,” Grit said, staring at the ceiling with arms splayed. “I need a shower.”
“Frederik has one of those, too. Come on. The party is only getting started.”
“Noooo, I don’t want to party. I want a cuddle.”
“You’ll get both,” Lian said, hugging Grit’s legs. “As long as I get slapped a bit before the night is done.”
“Lectures are going to be hard for you, if you can’t sit for a week,” Grit said patting the ass lying on her chest. “Let’s find that shower and get one more beer. I need to rehydrate, and then we can talk about what happens next.”
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