Chapter 339: The Alley

Kuri stood near the mouth of the alley and watched Ameth’s back until she disappeared down the street. Kuri let out a long breath and finally turned around to see what Lor was doing.

He was right behind her.

She jumped hard. Her shoulders jerked up and her back hit the cold stone wall of the tavern.

"Did you like what you saw?" Lor asked. His voice was calm. He stood close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him.

Kuri glared at him. Her face was still red from earlier.

"You’re a pervert," she said. "I was just looking out for Ameth. Someone has to."

Lor tilted his head a little.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure." Kuri looked away from him, staring at the empty street. "You’re a big pervert and a liar. Ameth is my friend and I can’t leave her alone with a dangerous guy rat you. That’s why I stayed."

The moment her eyes left him, Lor moved.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her straight against him. She was as tall as he was. Her chest pressed into his.

One of his hands locked around her waist. The other closed firmly over her left breast through the short black top. His fingers sank into the soft flesh.

"What? What are you doing, pervert?!" Kuri snapped. She tried to shove him back with both hands.

She couldn’t. His grip on her waist was solid. She pushed harder. Nothing.

Her eyes widened as she realised he was stronger than her. The same strength that had punched her through a tree earlier.

Lor’s hand left her breast and slid straight down between her legs. He cupped her mound through the fitted black pants. His fingers pressed firmly against the fabric.

"Then why are you wet down here," he said, "if you were only looking out for Ameth?"

Kuri’s whole body stiffened. Heat flooded her face.

"Don’t touch me—"

Lor let out a quiet giggle. His fingers stroked slowly over the damp fabric between her legs, rubbing in small circles.

The material was already dark in the centre. He kept stroking as he stepped backward, pulling her with him into the darker part of the alley.

"You’ve been really annoying the whole night," he said. His mouth was close to her ear. "It’s up to you to blow off my steam."

"Wait— no, leave me—"

The words came out weaker than she wanted. His fingers kept rubbing her through the pants.

A clear line of pleasure ran straight up her spine.

Her thighs tensed. Her breath caught. The short black top rose and fell faster against her chest as he pulled her deeper into the shadows between the buildings.

The cold stone of the tavern wall met her chest as he turned her around and pinned her facing it.

One strong hand stayed locked on her waist.

The other yanked the back of her fitted black pants open with a sharp tug. He shoved the pants and her panties down together in one rough motion, baring her from the waist to mid-thigh.

The night air touched her exposed skin and made her shiver.

Her ass was round and firm, the soft cheeks slightly parted from the way he had forced her pants down.

Her thighs were smooth and toned. Between them, her pussy was already glistening — the soft outer lips slightly puffy and wet, the inner folds slick and pink.

Kuri’s hands shot forward and braced against the wall.

"You fucking—"

His fingers slid between her legs from behind and found her already dripping.

He pushed two fingers straight into her without warning.

The wet heat of her pussy closed around them immediately.

Kuri’s curse broke into a short, choked gasp. Her forehead dropped against the cold stone.

Lor worked his fingers slowly at first. He curled them upward and rubbed firmly against the sensitive spot inside her, feeling the soft walls clench and flutter.

At the same time his thumb pressed and circled her swollen clit in a steady erotic rhythm.

His mouth found the side of her neck. He kissed the warm skin, then bit down lightly, then dragged his tongue over the mark he left.

Kuri’s hips jerked once.

"Get your— ah— hands off me, you pervert—"

The insult came out weaker than she wanted.

Soft, unwilling moans kept slipping between the curses.

Her face was flushed deep red under the faint light.

She tried to keep her expression angry, jaw tight, eyes narrowed, but the pleasure kept breaking through.

Her full breasts pressed against the cold wall through the short black top, the soft weight of them shifting every time her body twitched.

The fabric of the top had ridden up, showing the smooth, pale skin of her midriff.

Lor kept the pace deliberate. Not rushed. Not gentle.

He adjusted the angle of his fingers whenever her breath hitched, pressing harder against the spot that made her legs shake.

His thumb never stopped moving over her clit in tight, steady circles.

He kissed and bit along the side of her neck, then lower toward her shoulder, leaving small marks as he went.

Every time he curled his fingers just right, her inner walls squeezed him harder and a fresh trickle of wetness ran down his hand.

Kuri’s arms stayed locked against the wall.

Her back arched slightly despite herself.

The short black top rode up further, exposing more of her midriff and the undersides of her breasts.

Soft, broken moans mixed with every insult she forced out.

"Shit— stop— you bastard— let me go— ah— fuck—"

Her thighs trembled.

The wet sounds of his fingers working in and out of her pussy grew clearer in the quiet alley.

Her curses grew shorter and more breathless.

Her nipples were hard under the thin black top, pressing clearly against the fabric every time she sucked in a sharp breath.

She was getting close.

Her inner walls started to tighten around his fingers in rhythmic pulses.

Her hips began to rock back against his hand even as she kept trying to insult him.