As Sky ascends the stairs, Yulia and Lorette's chatter fades away. A quiet hallway with rustic wooden floors, doors, monochrome walls, and little tables with pottery beautifully breaks the monotony. A little opening at the end of the hall has windows curtained, seemingly used for small breathers, should things get heated.
"She really didn't have to do all this..." Sky sighs and chuckles to herself, leaning against the wall across one of the nearby doors. A sticky, slapping sound resonates from one of them.
Quickly finding the origin with a sweeping gaze, the convenience store owner cautiously steps toward it, trying to discern what could make that noise. Squelching. Gasping. Grunting.
Sky's eyes widen. There are no other people here other than the five of them. Yulia and Lorette are downstairs, which means... "Nat... and Jonathan?"
A fiery pit lights inside of her at the thought. Seeing the door just a nudge away from vision, she warily looked around both edges of the hallway before setting her gaze on the top of the stairs. 'They aren't going up any time soon... right?'
Whatever she's thinking right now is not a good idea. It would be born out of morbid curiosity, something only a pervert would do. Downright preposterous. What if she gets caught? She wouldn't be able to look Natasha in the eyes anymore, and Jonathan would be... he would be...
What would he become?
"How come you aren't tired yet, mmm?" A honey-laced and silky voice seeps through the door crack. Sky's eyes widen.
"Be- unff... b-because you're too sexy, Miss Nat..." He calls her "Miss Nat"? And that groan... shivers cascade through Sky's brain. It compels her just to peek. Just one little peek.
And so the door opens slightly.
Thankfully, the hinges are well-lubricated. If the two inside heard Sky trying to watch them, it would be over for her.
Looking at this scene from afar makes it feel like a porno scene. Natasha is kneeling on the floor on a pillow, pressing her torso-sized tits from below with her hands, cupping a huge...
That's fucking huge.
It's not an Orc's, so it's not as scary, but... guys can get that big? She's never had anyone else other than her abusive husband. Who knew that he was so... proportionate.
If it's that, then maybe it wouldn't be so scary anymore...
Sky shakes her head violently. What is she thinking about?! She still has a husband, for Ophelia's sake! He may be abusive, a complete slob, and a useless waste of space as a husband, but at the end of the day, she still has this crudely made brass ring digging into her ring finger's skin that he had his kin make for her on the day of their... weird, orc-tradition wedding!
"Mnnn... schllp... mllemn..." Natasha moves her balled fists in circles to devour the majority of Jonathan's inches, her plump lips wrapping themselves comfortably around the tip, bits of her tongue peeking out here and there as they make laps around the male's fleshy crown.
His legs are visibly shivering from the pleasure, tense from trying to maintain balance so she can continue.
"Ugh... fuck... the pressure of your boobs is so nice...!" Jonathan puts his hand atop Natasha's head, gripping her moving hair for a semblance of stability.
Sky gulps. Her eyes work up her blonde friend's league-level breasts and get stuck on the glimpses of Jonathan's throbbing length whenever it shows.
There are so many veins. Orc dicks are more brutal, as thick as fists, completely incompatible with human proportions. That, alongside the treatment, is why she never really felt all that attracted to that man.
Jonathan's... alright. He's a little hard to read, but so far he looks and acts like a respectable young man. Seeing him pleased by Natasha's service makes Sky's insides clench. Her knees bump together, straining her jeans.
"You like them soooo much, huh? How about this?" Natasha giggles as she switches her style. From the gentle, circular motions that caress his cock, she'd bury it deep in the middle, then start stroking furiously. She'd drool into her cleavage, making the noises more prominent and her movements smoother.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck...! I'm gonna...!" Jonathan gasps and grunts, tightening his hold over the woman's head, veins popping out across his forearms and thighs as he tenses up even further, his dick quivering at the seams, holding it in as best as he can through patched breathing.
Unbeknownst to Sky, she'd stopped breathing. Her eyes can't blink. Mouth agape, one hand over the doorframe, the other scrolling down past her stomach, between those tightly sewn jeans.
Reflexive twitches feel like static against the fabric. Eyes locked against a fixed point. Unmoving but ever quivering. Breathing feels like second nature, but alien. Skin against her bra, her shirt, her pants.
"Are you gonna bust?" Natasha asks, her eyes upturned. Strength wells within her, motivated by the promise of that virile seed, making those large and heavy breasts of hers slap heartily against his thighs. "Where do you want it, baby?" She'd plead, lips popping across the tip, licking the back of it like a dog. A bitch in heat.
"In your mouth...!" Jonathan grunts and blurts out, his thick rod shooting straight ropes into Natasha's eager lips. She has smooth but lightly chubby cheeks that can hold a deceptive amount of food, reminiscent of a chipmunk.
That holds here, even now. Her cheeks bubble up from all of the seed she's desperately trying to gulp down, but it's too thick. Too chewy. It's almost like rubber drizzled in honey getting crammed down her stretching throat.
"Mmmmhh... thatsh iht... gihvvv meee...!" She'd pump her breasts with renewed vigor, fueled by the desire to gulp down that sweet, sweet primal nectar.
Sky's eyes widen into a gasp. That's so much liquid. Do men cum that much? She can see it bubble and drip at the corner of Natasha's lips. Her throat is having so much trouble taking it all. Her fingers scratch at the seams between her legs, feeling a warmth pool within around her lower stomach.
"Take it then...!" Jonathan grunts as he pushes Natasha's head deep into her own cleavage, dick shoved partly into her throat. Globs of energy pulse through his rod and expend into her moist, gulping tunnel, feeling like she's siphoning his life force directly, even though she's not a demihuman. "Take it all...!"
Sky, upon seeing such a rough movement, could not help but imagine herself in Natasha's stead. Her throat feels parched just from seeing how her friend is taking inches with little difficulty.
Like a popped water balloon, something pools across her loins. "...!" This snaps her out of her reverie, gasping for air, reeling back from the door, and pressing herself against the opposite wall.
"I... I have to go..." She tells herself, using the wall for support, before stomping to the farthest door in the guest room hallway and slamming it behind her.