章 208: Part 2: Rosaria & Barbara(Genshin Impact)
Barbara moans as the dark-skinned man pulls her face back into his lap, and she licks hesitantly at his cock, slathered with the salacious mixture of his orgasm and her juices. She scarcely remembers how she got here, everything prior to her last orgasm still foggy in her memory. She remembers jumping him for sex as soon as they got into his room, begging him to treat her the same way he'd treated Rosaria. She hadn't known what spectre had crept up on her, imploring her to do things she was sure Barbatos wouldn't approve of.
But she'd done them anyway, sunk herself fully onto the man's dick, throwing away her virginity in the process. At that moment, too cock-drunk to care after seeing Rosaria get such a good dicking, she'd forgotten if the Church had made her swear a vow of celibacy. She'd forgotten her station, being the Head Deaconess and the sister of the Acting Grand Master, and the scandal that would spawn if someone found her getting rawed by a random foreigner.She'd forgotten that she was so close to the public eye, that if someone espied her impaling herself on him, if the door slowly creaked open, Mondstadt would know their idol was hooked on black dick, it was all over. No, all that mattered to her was here and now, the shedding of her clothes, and the hot sweaty motions that followed. The heat and lust and heresy that she was sure she was committing, was committing herself to. All Barbara's world revolved around getting him inside her.
When he'd come inside her, Barbara had hollered like she was in heat, and maybe she was, answering his welcome gift of seed inside her with a torrent of her own. As soon as the orgasm stopped, as soon as her own sweet release had tided over, Barbara had realised what she'd done, the possibly sacrilegious act she'd committed.
Not that she had cared.
As she was forced to swallow her own lust and his seed, she appreciated the tangy taste, her throat used as his personal onahole, a toy for his pleasure. As he slowly stiffened inside her mouth, it dawned on Barbara that he hadn't even asked her name, nor her his. That didn't matter. Rosaria probably hadn't known, either, and it was for the best that he did not find out he had just made it with someone of note in Mondstadt. Anyway, there was nothing to a name, she'd known the name of her old god for years, and Barbatos hadn't brought her anything close to the bliss this anonymous stranger had. What good were years of prayer, trials and tribulations when the joy it could bring her all but paled in comparison to the ecstasy she'd just experienced?
It had been all but a fruitless devotion, she's found a new thing to worship.
And so, as he forces her to bob her head along his shaft, she puts special care into lathering it with all her affection. Inexperienced as she is, his hand putting her through her paces gives her little choice but to adapt quickly. She locks her gaze on his face as she swirls her tongue around him, trying to gauge what brings the best results; what makes him look happiest, what makes him throw his head back in pleasure, elicits groans of satisfaction from him.
Barbara is a fast learner, and soon, the man bottoms out in her, sending his load straight into her stomach. Gasping as she recovers from the violation of her throat, she is surprised at just how hoarse her voice is as she rasps, "More… Inside me..."
The man is more than happy to oblige in defiling Barbara, and he lifted her up and guided her back to her throne atop his lap, groaning as his pretty, used-to-be-prim-and-proper cocksleeve rocketed her tight body on top of him. On her part, Barbara was more than happy to play the role of his cumsock and onahole, bouncing her petite frame on top of his, chasing the highs which she only just now knew.
***
It is Rosaria's turn to worry now. Of course, Barbara's personal safety was of pressing concern to her too, but the girl also had a part to play for Rosaria to get blacked again! She felt her legs go weak at the memory, his huge dick eclipsing her frame as he shafted her again and again. Barbara was her ticket to that. She had to find her.
Subconsciously, guided along by the thoughts swimming about in her head and her lust for Ethel's dick, she finds herself on the track to Mondstadt's harbour as the rest of the sisters scour the city, looking for the Deaconess who, for once in her life, is late for a Church activity.
***
Barbara feels him then, his thickness, his need, all buried inside of her. They haven't talked much since they've met, and that brief exchange had been amicable enough for Barbara to feel at ease about not being blackmailed for more sex, though right now, in her lust-addled thoughts, she certainly wouldn't be vehemently opposed to that idea. After all, she was the one who'd opened the floodgates, who'd asked him to fuck her. He certainly hadn't shown any inclination to do so (not that she'd given him much of a chance).
The man latches his lips onto a nipple and begins tweaking it with his tongue. Her modest bust is something Barbara feels insecure about compared to Jean, along with her height, and she blushes at his intrusion, at the attention he is paying to her there.. "Please, don't look there… I always feel so small compared to big sis."
The man chuckles. He lifts his face up from her chest, and for a moment, Barbara is grateful for his obeisance but also misses the feeling of his lips on her flesh. For the thrusting motions that have rocked her world for the past half hour which have stopped for that instant, for that small pocket of sanity. "But they're so perfect, I can't help myself."
He returns to his ministrations, returns to driving Barbara absolutely insane as he rams himself into her and she responds with whorish moans and frenetic thrusts of her hips. Barbara loses herself to the depravity, to her lower lips' snug embrace of his dick as he feeds more of himself into her, to her gradual loss of control as she spirals down into depths she knows not where.
As she is about to achieve her sweet release, she feels everything grind to a shuddering halt as the door creaks open, the unwelcome rays of the sun filtering in through the small gap. Barbara shivers as she sits atop the lap of a stranger, daring not to turn her head to see who has found her out.
She makes haste to cover herself up when she sees Rosaria glaring at them, more specifically at him.
***
Rosaria's head is swimming with questions, but also desperately trying to grasp at a solution. With Barbara seemingly already in his clutches, she's seemingly lost her chance at getting more dick from Ethel. But then why go through the trouble of playing her, when he's already had his target wrapped around his little finger? It didn't make sense. More likely, he was in the process of breaking in a new girl. As always, though, the path forward had to be paved with brash, decisive action. "What are you doing with the deaconess? She's supposed to be at the Church right now!"
She can practically see the levels of comprehension flash through Ethel's face, and she soon puts two and two together as well. Once again, that same smile finds its way back onto his face. It is the grin of someone about to play his trump card for a deal, and Rosaria finds herself weak between the knees as she remembers just what his ace in the hole is.
"Come now, Rosaria. Help me break this sister in." He didn't need much help, of course, hadn't needed much from Rosaria at all. Unknowingly, he'd found Barbara and claimed her as his own. But who was he to stop Rosaria from getting a piece of her when she looked so enticingly beautiful with a small streak of his cum still running down her inner thigh? Barbara was evidently long gone, only granted a brief reprieve of sanity by Rosaria's unexpected intervention. Cock-drunk and staring down at herself, obviously hungry for more friction and heat, Rosaria is suddenly reminded of how good he'd felt inside her, and how good he must feel inside of Barbara.
As though in a trance, Rosaria sways forward, her gaze fixated on Barbara's pale and exposed backside, sharply juxtaposed against the dark flesh that she sits upon, that she's impaled on. Thoughts of the hymn, the church, everything, all fly out of her mind in the blink of an eye. She's drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, when she finally gets to Barbara, she wastes no time in proving her loyalty and her usefulness, by burying her face in Barbara's ass, licking the entrance of her anus clean.
Barbara's eyes fly back open. The other two are seemingly galvanised into action by her slight probing into Barbara's ass. It's not much, Rosaria isn't very familiar with this sort of thing, but the sheer indecency and sensation of it seems to coax Barbara back into riding Ethel. Of course, this isn't a position Rosaria much wanted to find herself in. Adorable as Barbara was at times, she still found the girl utterly drab for the most part, and loathed getting pushed into church activities. But she's been cock-starved for nearly an hour now, and at this point, she'd do nearly anything to get him back in her. Discarding her moral compass was a small price to pay for the pleasure of having another taste of black dick.
Rosaria continues her ministrations, given a front seat view of Barbara bouncing herself on his dick, getting what Rosaria felt she deserved for herself. It's more than just eating at Barbara's ass, it's the burning feeling of watching her get what she wanted, the shame and jealousy and everything that comes with it, which overpowers the taste and feel of what Rosaria is actually doing.
And somewhere along the line, Rosaria got hooked on it.
She's surprised when she finds herself snapping out of her lustful stupor, her fingers slipping into her dripping folds, while her tongue laps at Barbara's behind, slathering it with her own drool. Somehow, Rosaria finds her willpower caving in to her desire for more. Even as the shaking motions of Barbara's ass ease the need for much proactivity on her part, she feels herself getting wetter by the second as the lewd scene in front of her plays out: the head deaconess defiled and probably deflowered by a dark-skinned foreigner, moaning like a bitch in heat as she was tongued by the sister she so often had to chase.
It all comes crashing down on them in a moment of orgasmic bliss.
Barbara cums first, the spotlight of their debaucherous sandwich. She's noisy, but even as her walls must be clenching up against his cock, Ethel somehow musters the strength to pull him off of her supporting her by the sides as she gushes out like a geyser, thick streams of girlcum rocketing all over the place, some of it somehow finding its way on Rosaria's face. The scabbard of Barbara's ass now temporarily unsheathed, Rosaria finds herself head to head with the cock that's been on her mind for the torturous past hour for the first time. It's throbbing, twitching, in its huge, veiny glory and Rosaria has half a mind to move her head under Barbara's cunt to get a lick in and finish him off. She doesn't have to, though, as he soon gives a massive grunt, no longer having to hold his orgasm in, and he hoses Barbara's cum off of her face with his own, gracing and degrading her with his seed.
It's been a hot, heavy minute, and Rosaria lies at the bottom of the food chain, covered in Barbara and Ethel's secretions and wanting so much to add her own to the pool. When he orders them "Get up", she doesn't think too much of it, doing as she's compelled to even as Barbara does likewise.
"Kiss."
Rosaria hesitates for only a fraction of a second before she puckers up her lips and slowly advances on Barbara. She wonders what the Rosaria of yesterday would have thought, seeing herself with her will broken, so readily offering herself up to another sister, addicted to cock after just a few hours. In her lustful haze, she thinks that she'd probably have looked forward to it.
***
Barbara is less certain about this.
With the brief pocket of sanity their short break granted her, she notes that she's had little experience kissing. Or more accurately, zero. She'd never expected her first kiss to come from a girl, from Rosaria, or most surprisingly, after she'd kissed and taken her first dick. Truthfully, she'd never imagined something like this at all possible.
Most of all, she's uncertain about getting her face smeared in her own finish, kissed by the mouth that's just been diving into her ass. Rosaria's face has always been pale, but soaked in the merchant's seed, it's whiter than ever, almost ghostly. In a way, it makes her more beautiful than ever, accentuating her paleness, her best facial features, and in spite of herself, she finds Rosaria looking utterly delicious.
When their lips collide, there's a lot more to it than Barbara expected. Instead of a small peck on the lips, it's a battle of tongues and saliva and whatever much of the cum on Rosaria's face slipped in. Moreover, Rosaria seems determined to put on a show, pulling away slightly from Barbara to expose their intertwined, writhing tongues and the thin strands of saliva between their mouths, her eyes occasionally darting towards the merchant, or more specifically his dick. Barbara catches herself glancing over, too. The merchant is watching them with a smirk on his face, but Barbara knows better than to set him off. He's earned this, after all, earned them. As his eyes are plastered on the steamy scene before him, stroking himself to full mast.
Barbara is focused now, her eyes locked on Rosaria's, singularly focused on their make-out. Rosaria too seems to have stopped casting glances at their swarthy spectator, too caught in the moment to care. Out of the blue, Rosaria gasps into Barbara's mouth and her pupils dilate with pleasure. He's in her now; she's in his thrall, and she doesn't look like she wants to be let go.
Barbara feels Rosaria push up against her, her bigger, clothed chest pressing against her small, naked one, as she uses Barbara for support to stick her ass out for the man to thrust into. Her moans sound out even as Barbara does her best to silence them with a kiss. She must have been wanting it so much, for so long, and that thought gives Barbara a twinge of guilt for hogging him. They're both his, after all, and she should do her best to share him. Momentarily, Barbara breaks their kiss, taking the risk of Rosaria's moans spilling out into the harbour, louder than ever. "Rosaria, I'm so happy we can be united together under our love for black cock! Let's do our best to make him proud!"
Rosaria nods. The facade of indifference she usually puts up towards others seems to be shattered now. She's his broken-in bitch, his fuckmeat, alongside Barbara, and what good is putting up airs about it when just the sight of his cock can break them down? "Mm, Barbara. Let's never... let Ethel go." Past the moans, the pandemonium and the debauchery of it all, the girls find solace in each other, and in their new dark-skinned lover.
Ethel, Barbara mused. It is a strange taste for her to not have known the man's name before he'd done all sorts of unspeakable things to her, but with such an outcome, she isn't going to complain. She brings her fingers down to Rosaria's clit and starts rubbing, and hears the bigger girl go crazy under her fingers and Ethel's shaft. Soon, she's coated in the slick juices of the first of many Rosaria's orgasms of the day.
All thoughts of the Church, their hymn session, Ethel's request for their allegiance and spying are out of sight and out of mind now. Even so, Ethel is grinning throughout the entire experience. Not only has he broken in two Sisters of the Church, he's done it with two stunning beauties, exquisite in their own right. "Well, girls, looks like you both got what you wanted. Now, could you both go down on me at the same time?"
It's a long day, and thankfully Mondstadt's harbour is empty. No one catches them even as their wanton moans sloppy slapping noises sound out throughout the docks.
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