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Bump in the night.	By : unicornlord Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 6107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Amalia and Yugo hadn't spoken since that night. There had been some gagging, some muffled yelling, and of course, Amalia had quickly swung the blame to Yugo. By the end, Yugo had fled, and gone to think over his sins in silence. Amalia, after, sat alone in her own shame, holding back the tears.
She couldn't help it. She didn't really know why.
He stood in the back of the pack as they walked. Amalia noticed his eyes dart away and a deep blush paint over his cheeks. Ruel was quick enough to catch on, as was Evangelyne, and the two managed to speak without the usual feuding they held, deciding to talk to the two separately.
After some “convincing” Eva managed to get Groovy to rest up enough to give them a moment. Eva took Amalia to a fountain, Ruel to a casual stroll about town.
“Okay, what happened.” Eva said, hands on hip, in her usual motherly way. Amalia flustered up and turned her head.
“N-Nothing! Why?” She stuttered.
“Nothing at all!” Yugo spat, the ears of his hat shooting nearly vertical as Ruel prodded again.
“Mhmm. You and Amalia used to be so close, and now you're barely speaking. I may be old, but I'm not blind.”
“Sadida, Nothing happened!” She said. Eva stared at her with the same stern gaze she gave Groovy when he was doing almost anything. “F-fine. Yugo and me had a argument last night.”
“A lover's quarrel?” Ruel joked, but then smiled with evil when Yugo's face deepened to a darker shade of red. “Aha! You kissed Amalia in her sleep, didn't you!? I knew you liked her! That's my Yugo!”
“N-not exactly...” Amalia said, turning away from Eva's cracking smile as she imagined adorable little Yugo leaning over Amalia, and gently planting a little kiss on her lips. Poor Yugo- “He, uh...”
“WHAT?!” Eva and Ruel couldn't believe the story they heard. Little Yugo, their little Eliatrope, had gotten a little frisky in his sleep with Amalia. If it hadn't been the princess of Sadida and Yugo's best friend, Ruel would have been laughing.
Nether Amalia nor Yugo could tell them exact details, especially the important ones. There was some grabbing, and Eva share a similar tint as Amalia relayed the details of where exactly Yugo had kissed her. “I-I thought that was just a bruise from a rock or something.”
“Ehhh?!” She spun around, straining to look at herself: Yugo had managed to leave a hickey just above her butt. “Oh Sadida!” She said, burying herself in her hands. “Eva, I don't know what to do!”
“Calm down Yugo.” Ruel said, noticing the tears starting to form in his eyes. “It's not that bad, I think.”
“Eh?!” Yugo asked. “How is it not that bad?!”
“He said your name in his sleep, right?” Amalia flushed at the memory. Yeah, right before he... well... “Well, at least you know you're special to him.”
“I'm pretty sure Amalia likes Yugo, too.” Ruel noted. “You should talk to her.”
“I'm a princess, though.” Amalia pointed out to Eva. It normally was nothing, but matters of suitors were always difficult problems, especially when you considered what Ami's dad had done to the last person who'd gotten a little to close. (She'd never seen a Sadida turn white and brown like that before.) Still...
“And, Yugo's not good enough for a princess? The hero of the war against Nox isn't good enough for a princess?” Ruel scolded. Yugo perked up at the thought. “If Amalia thinks she's too good for you, she's more Iop-brained then Pinpin.”
“Maybe... You're right, Eva.” Amalia said, drying her eyes. “Yugo's always been there for me. Papa will understand.”
“Maybe we should keep this from your father...” Eva panicked. Eva was one thing: she understood young, foolish love. The King would hang Yugo if he learned of this. She offer her princess a hand off the fountain, and the two made their way back to the inn where Groovy was still sound asleep.
Eva chuckled. The bruise on Amalia’s butt, while cute, on served as a warning to Eva to never wear a skirt, lest the few Groovy left be seen. She'd never hear the end of it, especially the little number under her navel. (Cra help him, Groovy had some genius hidden in that Iop brain.)
While they were outed, the tension between the two remained. Yugo still remained at the back of the pack. However, when Amalia turned around, Yugo's eyes darted up, and the two flushed at each other, before turned back.
Tonight, they both agreed, they would have to talk tonight.
Eva and Yugo shared a room tonight, Ruel and Groovy in the next one over, and Amalia in the lone one, which Ruel complained about, of course, until Eva took him to the corner and said something to him. Yugo had never seen Ruel go that pale. When he was sure she was asleep, he quietly stepped out, and made his way to Amalia's room.
Groovy was an awkward run in. “Yugo, what are you doing out here?” He asked in a normal voice.
“Shhhh!” Yugo reprimanded. He swore, Pinpin was more of a kid then he was sometimes. “What are you doing up?”
“Eheheh, To your room. Evangelyne promised something special tonight. Said you weren't going to be a problem. I thought it was weird, having you in the room while me made love.” Yugo swore his head was going to explode from the blood pressure. The Iop-head. “And you?”
“To talk to Amalia.” He whispered.
“Oh yeah, about what?” Yugo face palmed. Iops. “Ah well, good luck.”
“Uh.... You too...” He stood there dumbfounded as Pinpin nonchalantly walked to his room, slamming the door behind him. There was some words, Eva's harsh tone, then silence.
Yugo bailed when he heard a moan. He quickly shut the door silently. Apparently, though, not silently enough. Amalia sat on the bed, arms crossed, and gaze stern, the cover tossed to one side. “A-Ami.”
“Yugo.” She uncrossed her arms, and padded the seat next to her. “Sit. We need to talk.”
Yugo gulped. He had only just entered the room, and already he was in trouble. He plopped down, twiddling with his fingers and finding it oddly fascinating. “Ami... I'm...”
“Enough Yugo.” She chided. “I'm... sorry.”
“Eh?” He waved his hands. “You didn't do anything! I was-”
“T-that's not true.” Yugo noticed it now. She was mad at herself. “I... uh... kinda... joined in and let you take all the blame.”
There was silence. And then, Yugo nearly screamed. “WHAT?!”
“You were... making me feel so good, and I couldn't help it.” She turn away. “But it was your fault, still.”
“That's not fair Amalia!” Yugo complained. “You always do this!”
“I'm sorry, Yugo!” She threw her arms around him, hid her face in his neck. She was tearing up, he could feel it. “I was just embarrassed... and scared... and... I was wrong. I shouldn't have put all the blame on you.”
“Amalia...” He pushed her off him gently. Looked at her with, wiping the tears off.
He kissed her. Gently, almost feathery, on her lips. He shook a little, worried at her reaction. Pulled back, and looked away. “I... uh...”
She pulled him back her lips by her chin. Held him there longer, hands holding him steady. They broke again, and both held the same brush. She pushed him over gently, and pinned him to the bed. “Tell me, Yugo, do you know the price for defiling a Sadida princess?”
Yugo cracked a smile as the princess lean in. “No.”
“They belong to the princess, to do whatever she wants.” She leaned in and kissed him again. “You belong to me now, Yugo.”
“Okay...” He said, accepting another kiss.
“I could have you chained.” Another kiss. “Tortured.” And another. “Anything I wanted.”
She sat up, straddling his hips, hands pinning down Yugo. Yugo could feel himself growing as she rubbed against him. She smirked, and Yugo's smile widened. “Say it, Yugo. I want to hear it from you.”
She rubbed her leaf covered skirt for good measure. Nearly chirped as it jumped from the attention, trying to pierce through the clothing. Yugo's face strained and began to flush. “I... love you, Ami.”
“I know.” She said, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, with more passion then before. No more pecks, no more soft touches. She moaned as Yugo broke through her lips, slipping his tongue in and dancing around her mouth. She fought back, and soon they were jousting, battling around with their tongues. She let his hands loose, and not surprising, found their way to her hips. He thrust upwards, and she chirped as he rubbed against her. She moved in tandem for a little bit, then broke their kiss and pinned him down with a single hand on his chest.
She rubbed against him a few times, enjoying herself as he bucked back a little. “Can you not control yourself a little?” She said, with a rub for good measure, watching the pleasure pain his face. “Is my body that irresistible?”
“Y-yes!” He moaned, panting and sweating, trying to control himself. She cooed and held firm as he tried to sit up. “Ami!”
“What part of my body do you like the most? Tell your princess.” She reached a hand under his shirt and rubbed his chest, for good measure. “My face? My breasts? No... I know.”
“Ah...” He cried. “I-I'm sorry, Ami! I-I couldn't help it!”
“Oh really?” She smirked evilly. “You left a bruise on my body; do you want to see it?”
She got up, much to Yugo's chagrin. Turned, and pulled her skirt down a little, better showing off the lip shaped bruising on her lower back. “Bruising the body of a princess! How could you-oh!”
Yugo traced his lips over the area, planting feathery kisses that sent shocks up the young Sadida's spine. Not it was her turn to cry out in pleasure. “S-stop that!”
Yugo was latched on tight, and despite his size, managed to pull her into his lap, planting strength draining kisses along her spine. She arched back at his touch. Then noticed his growing problem as he press it solidly against her. She felt his hands reaching down, grabbing the hem of her skirt. Grabbed them, and held them. “Yugo... Do you realize what you're doing?”
He stopped for a moment, but planted a kiss in the center of her back, and tugged, Amalia helping wiggle out of the leaf skirt. She kicked them off, revealing she wore no underwear underneath. Still sitting with her back turned to Yugo. She brought his hands up to her shirt, and wordlessly, he took it off. She got off the bed, and revealed herself slowly.
While her clothing was revealing, and she'd been partially nude before, he reveled the sight: her breasts were full and supple, gravity defying as only teen breasts could be, dark brown nipples like touches of fine gourmet chocolate, waiting to be licked and nibbled. Her hips were wide and deliciously thick, her butt prefect and tight, a body given by the miles they had spent together. His mark was clear as day: a egg shaped bruise near the small of her back. Her inviting chocolate thighs rubbed together in unusual uncertainty, which drew his eyes to her mound. Bald and smooth, leaking from their earlier play. She stood there, waiting for him to say something.
“Wow.” He finally managed. She smiled, walking over to him, grabbing his chin and kissing him. She thought she had control, until Yugo broke it, reaching up and kissing her neck, trailing down softly until he reached her chest. She curled her hands underneath, offering them up to him seductively.
“Go ahead.” Yugo planted another gentle kiss at first, right on her nipple, smirking as Amalia chirped from the attention. Latched his mouth on, sucking like a babe. His hand made it's way to her free breast, guide by Amalia's hand, and as he swirled his tongue around her hardening nubs, her ran his finger over them, wordlessly guiding him to rub and pinch them gently.
She gasped and groaned at his somehow masterful attentions. Maybe his Eliatrope body can with a natural master of the sensual arts. Whatever the reason, he seemed to be hitting every button correctly.
She was only somewhat surprised when a free hand, suddenly found her hips, trailing a finger around her love mark. She was pulled closer, smashing her chest again his head, smothering him in her exotic flesh. Her legs parted on his left, dripping her approval on his shorts. While she enjoyed this, she wanted to have some semblance of control: after all, Yugo was her slave now, right?
With a pop he left of her breast, as he was pushed back onto the bed. Amalia pushed a hand under his shirt, pulling it up over his hat, keep it there, effectively locking his arms above his head. She leaned down, and with the same gentleness that had made her own chest ache for more, took a nipple into her mouth. Yugo jumped at the attention, trying to get his hands free to continue the roaming he'd just enjoyed.
He jumped again as she bite down on it. “AH! AMI!” He cried, trying hard to join her. She ran a finger down his chest, and grabbed his shorts. She had suppress a moan as her breasts brushed up against him. She tugged him loose, letting it pool around his knees.
Yugo was lucky he wore boxers. He was much larger then Amalia thought. Much. Sadida bless Eliatropes. Already the size she'd overheard some of the women in her kingdom talk about, and pulsing with it's own life, trying hard to escape it's linen prison. Through no small miracle, the head managed to break loose, and Amalia was presented with it's swollen tip.
She ran her hand along the length, admiring it.
Reveled in how kissing the tip cause Yugo to jump. She tugged down Yugo's underwear, allowing all 7 inches pulsing muscle the freedom it so desperately wanted. She danced her fingers over it, just feeling it twitch in her fingers. “Ami.... please.” He begged.
Well, he asked nicely, she admitted,curling her fingers around the shaft. She slowly worked pumped, enjoying the grimaces on Yugo's face every time she rolled her thumb across the head. Yugo thrust his hips up, trying to speed her up. She got the message, and pumped him faster. “You like that, Yugo?”
“Yes!” he managed between moans. A wicked idea hit her. She let go of Yugo's shirt, which promptly came off completely, without removing his hat, somehow. He lurched up in time to get a good look at her as she gave it a kiss.
So ran her tongue along the length, kissing the base, enjoying every approving twitch and moan he made. He grabbed a lock of her hair almost painfully. Another wicked thought crossed her, and she while she licked the top playfully like a cat, she gave it one last kiss, and took him into her mouth.
It was the final straw. Yugo clenched everywhere, pushing Amalia as far down his tool as he could. She nearly choked as stream after stream of hot, thick, cream, poured into her. With Yugo pinning her down, she couldn't help but swallow some, and odder still, she found herself enjoying the taste.
When he finally relaxed, he fell back, out of everything. Amalia took a second to wipe off the excess, then pulled herself up and straddled him again, pouting playfully. “You can't be tired already!” She chided. “You're not allowed to stop until I'm Satisfied.”
He jumped underneath her, even as the rest of him said nothing. She rubbed against him a little, her own pleasure growing in tandem's with Yugo's thickening member. In no time, it was back to it's full, pulsing self. Yugo's hand grabbed her hips, and he held her still. “I'm still a little sore.” He complained.
“We'll go slow then, okay?” She whispered huskily. She raised herself up, and took a hold of Yugo. “With this, you're mine completely, Yugo.” She said, stopping and looking at him.
It took a second, but Yugo finally understood. He smiled, and nodded to Amalia.
She sat down quickly, deciding to not mull over it any more then they had. She froze as she bottomed out, fully sheathing Yugo with her no longer virgin body.
“Ami! You're bleeding!” Yugo panicked, see the blood pooling on his crotch. “We should stop!”
“Shhhh. It's okay.” She assured him, not wanting to jump around while she adjusted. It was hardly as convincing with the tears in her eyes. I did hurt, but luckily, and unlucky for Eva, she'd been relayed the basics of pubescence and sex by the Cra guard. While it had resulted in them not being able to look each other in the face for a while, she was glad to what was normal now. “It's feeling better already.”
She raised her hips, shivering at every bump and ridge that emptied out of her. She sunk back down, cooing as she filling him again. It felt better with each thrust. She chirped and moaned as she developed a good rhythm, rolling her hips to reach different, more wonderful spots.
Yugo, for a moment, sat back and enjoyed it. Well, more like only could, it was so overwhelming. Amalia clamped down on him like a vice, trying to squeeze the life out of his organ. Soon, though, he wanted more, and much to Amalia's giddiness, started clumsily thrusting back, trying to match pace. His hand wander, and Amalia let out a gasp of approval as they found their way back to her breasts.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, moans and chirps the only words they could muster at the moment. Yugo sat up, smothering himself in Amalia's chest as she wrapped shifted and sit firmly in his lap, bouncing happily on his throbbing member while he took her other nipple into his mouth, giving it the attention it had lacked minutes ago. “Yes... Yugo... Yes...”
His hands roamed, but managed to find her way to her butt, rubbing them roughly, and pushing her back onto him every time she pulled away, hungry to feel her fully again.
Their pace grew quicker with each thrust. The fires that burned inside intensified. While Yugo had the advantage of having just peaked minutes ago, He could feel it building again.
Amalia felt the pressure herself. It was like a dam of pleasure cracking, ready to burst and spill forward. She needed more though. Harder, Faster, anything to help her along. “MORE... YUGO!” she panted. “MORE MORE MORE!”
“Ami!” He complied, pushing with all his might back into her, pulling out almost the full length before driving back into her. He fell back, focused on his mission now. The bed creaked with their force. It was a wonder it had even held up, the way they were.
Amalia's eyes burst wide as she felt it. Her orgasm shot through her like a jolt of lighting. Her body clenched down everywhere, paralyzing her in her pleasure, forcing the air from her lungs as she silently yelled.
She clamped down almost painfully on Yugo, forcing him to his second mind breaking orgasm. He gripped down hard on Amalia's rear, pressing himself against her stomach as streams of cum shot into her belly. So much so, it spilled out a little.
As they felt their body relax and the pleasure subside, Amalia only had the strength to fall to the side of Yugo, twitching still and enjoying the warm feeling in her belly filled. Yugo turned, so they were face to face. She brought him to her, cuddling him gently.
Yugo got it. Amalia had given himself up to him, not just tonight, but from every night afterward. He was her official suitor, her lover. Thoughts began to pour in; what if she'd gotten pregnant tonight? What would prince Armand say if he learned. Or worse, the King? What would happen to his father.
Seeing his face drop in worry, she leaned in and kissed him. Nowhere near the passion they'd just explored, but enough to calm his mind. “I love you, Yugo.” She said.
“I love you too, Amalia.”
She pulled the covers over them, and as they drifted, She found Yugo, back at her chest, suckling gently. It was oddly calming, and she wrapped her arms around his head as she closed her eyes as well.
The next morning, she felt a tender heat forming in her lower regions. Something down there felt fantastic, probing deep into her and wiggling around like a worm. Gentle hands rubbed her butt, trailing circles where Yugo's love mark was. She chirped and wiggled under the gentle attention, her eyes fluttering open.
She lay on her stomach, her legs spread slightly on either side of the culprit as they nibbled and kissed her aching rose. She stiffed as a finger reentered her, arching up and looking over her shoulder to find Yugo, still naked, at the end of the bed, face a breath away from her twitching folds. “Y-Yugo?”
He smiled, and leaned in, kissing her mound, causing her to arch up again. “I thought I'd give you the same thing you gave me yesterday. It's only fair.” He gave her butt a kiss with a smirk, enjoying the confused pleasure on her face, and then went back to licking her slit.
Amalia was enslaved by the pleasure, but she knew this was risky. All she could do, though, was beg. “Yugo... s-stop... Everybody will be up soon....”
It was no use. He continued, and Amalia could only bury her face in the pillow to hide her cries. It took only a few strokes, because she found herself clenching up again, still under the effects of last night. Yugo smiled as she twitched on the bed, face down into a pillow. Leaned down, and purposely gave a hard kiss on her cheek, coming off with a pop and a muffled chirped. The bruise was already forming again.
“I missed last time.” He mused.
As she recovered, Yugo began to put on his clothes.
“W-wait.” She called, pulling her still weaken body up and to the edge of the bed. Yugo took a second to admire her again. “Come here.”
“What is it, Ami?”
She tugged at his shorts. “A little payback.”
Both of the girls didn't quite seem up to walking, their legs bowled out as they dredged along, bickering about something. Evangelyne seemed to be shocked a lot, looking over at the Eliatrope as he blushed and hid. Grovy was oblivious as always, and Ruel said nothing, opting to smirk evilly at the boy.
In the mean time, he still stood at the back of the back, just behind Amalia, although they chatted. He stared at her leaf skirt, thinking of the supple flesh underneath that he would return to, if not tonight, soon, when they had a chance, if they waited that long. It brought a flush to his face just thinking about what they had done, and the marks they'd use to claim each other.
Underneath the leaves, Amalia's butt bore another bruise just the size and shape of Yugo's lips. Amalia's lips were etched in just above base.
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