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Tired of Figuring Out Things On My Own - Tetra reward story
🕑 Added 2021-08-26 14:24:50 +0000 UTC"You should drink more. You could use it." Tetra leaned against Link. If someone certainly didn't need to drink more, it was her. She had tapped into her ship's special reserve, and spent a startling amount of effort in suddenly starting in on this, downing flagon after flagon of ale from the supply while link mostly just nursed one single drink.
"It's okay." Link was inexperienced as a drinker. The sting of alcohol was a lot for him. He hadn't signed up for nay of this. "I'm just thinking about Aryll."
"Yeah, I fucking know, that's why you need to drink, idiot." Tetra was even more abrasive than normal with the drink in her, but she didn't care. "You need to keep going. Down it. I believe in you." Neither should have been drinking, but Tetra set the rules on this ship, and she was utterly certain that Link needed some attention and some help along. The alcohol was her way to help get this to happen, to help push tis along. There was a certainty to this all, and she took this with the utmost seriousness while insisting more on him.
"I don't think this is helping." Link asked for none of this, and he was too young to be dealing with any of it, let alone to be drinking.
Tetra clicked her tongue. This was getting on her nerves, and she felt the urge to do something drastic to try and prove a point to Link, wanting to get across her frustrations and all the tensions that were getting to her. "Maybe this will help then, if you want to be ungrateful."
Link had absolutely no way to be prepared for the suddenness of Tetra's hand reaching down his pants. He let out a shocked gasp and clenched up in immediate panic, feeling the worry hit him as she rooted around in his pants to begin grabbing about, hand all too shamelessly moving to impose upon Link something he had no way to be ready for. Tetra was just forward, readily rooting around in his pants to grab his dick.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Nobody had touched him before. Link had every reason to be terrified and confused by this.
And Tetra had every reason to shit him up. "Distracting you, now shut up or I'm going to have to kiss you to keep you quiet." She made it sound like a threat as she gripped his dick, fondling him to steady hardness under her greedy touch. She wanted him to get the message, and slowly his cock hardened, the nervous, virgin 'hero' not even knowing how to read his message.
"What are you do--" True to her threat, Tetra pushed her lips against his. Link hadn't really known any girls his age on his tiny little island before, but now he had one all over him, shifting forward to get in front of him and kneel in place, yanking his pants down and freeing his cock.
"I said shut up," she told him, tongue pushing into his mouth, hand jerking quickly up and down his shaft. Tetra was absolutely relentless in grasping him, the drunk pirate's hand wrapping firm around his shaft and gripping it tight. "Talking's over now. No more talking."
Link didn't know how to deal with even the first part of this weird situation, but he found himself without a real choice here, simply sinking into the weird enticement and confusion of what Tetra demanded from him. His body wasn't sure how to respond, but it did respond, and he felt the tensions she begged from him to almost be delirium-inducing. He needed to express himself but had no idea how to.
Tetra's hand worked along his cock with little care or control. She didn't have even the slightest idea what she was doing here. Her head raced with thoughts and wild excitements. The idea of pushing forward felt like a good way to commit to things she didn't really want to face, but with each push forward, she was letting it push her further, opening up to the possibilities of pleasures she really hadn't wanted to embrace and give up to so drastically, and yet there she was.
All Link could do was stay quiet and sink into this. He didn't feel strong enough to resist the steady and aggressive touch of the captain upon him, his whole body ready to twist and wriggle and succumb deeper to things that felt utterly absurd. The defiance and fever and heat that came with all of this made his head spin. The delirium was too much to handle, and with each sinking sensation forward, the pleasure was bound to grow further out of control, demanding and chaotic and absolutely absurd for just how much it was pushing him. Why was he letting this happen?
Maybe because she was so pretty. Because Link had been at least slightly fascinated by the pretty pirate girl from the moment he first met her. It seemed so insane to consider, but she made him feel things she'd definitely never felt before, made him explore and consider ideas that made the joy of kissing her something warming. This felt nice. It felt right. He didn't understand it, but he wanted more of it, and the joy of opening up to it made him ache for something powerful and fundamentally enticing.
"You're a terrible kisser," she taunted, but her lips remained flush against his. She wanted this all so badly, and she was doing a terrible job of trying to contain herself or act like she was any better than she really was. The cluelessness that she moved with was absolutely dizzying. Tetra really didn't get this at all, but what could be so hard about jerking a guy off? She just let her hand stroke along his cock, tending to him with overbearing confidence and hoping for the best.
Link didn't get it at all, but it felt nice enough for him to not care. His hips were clumsy in their desperate motions forward, and he tried his best to handle it, giving in, letting himself unravel. "I don't--" He gasped out in shock, throwing his head back and pulling away from the kiss as he came. His erupting cock shot thick shots of cum up her arm, catching Tetra utterly off guard with the potency of his orgasm, which did absolutely nothing to make Tetra calm down or come down from these campaigns of shout panic with even the slightest semblance of control.
"You actually came," Tetra gasped. Her eyes widened as she stumbled back. She wasn't prepared for that outcome in the least, her body growing more tense and excitable as she drew away. "Fuck. What a creep."
"What a--what?" Link didn't know what was happening or why. "How much ale did you drink?"
"I'm not drunk," Tetra slurred, yanking down her pants and advancing with drunken vigor forward, already off in pursuit of more as she lined up her opportunity. She wasn't after anything decent or sensible here, her body dizzily spinning through the pleasure and chaos of something utterly unrepentant. She knew what she wanted and exactly how she wanted it. "Now shut up, you're going to lick my pussy as thanks for jerking you off."
Link didn't know the first thing about eating pussy, but a bottomless Tetra imposed herself upon him much too quick for him to do a damn thing about this. He was just pushed down, shoved very suddenly onto his back and imposed upon with little to no warning, the suddenness all leaving him startled and concerned, but left with no time or sense to deal with any of this.
Slick, sticky pussy lips brushed against his mouth, and Link's clumsy answer was to lick up her slit, trying to key in on something. "Is this good?" he tried to ask, only for Tetra to grab his hair and push down tighter against is head, seeking to muffle him and further silence his attempts to as her any questions at all. There was nothing here to save her from what was coming, the pleasures much too imposing and sharp for that, and without shame, she pushed down and began her aggressive and delirious assault.
Whether he was good or not, Tetra was ready to drunkenly ride Link's face with an intensity that made clear how little it mattered. Each back and forth motion of her body expressed the passions and the delights pushing her, every motion back and forth of her hips rolling on without shame or control. The unhesitating pleasure of going all out and digging dizzily in on her passions made clear what she was after and how she was going to get it, the shaky desires pushing her further along, all to seek something beautiful from this chaos and this weirdness.
"I haven't had my pussy eaten before," Tetra whined. "So I don't know if you're doing a good job. That's good. It means you won't be thrown overboard for disappointing me." Her moans rumbled with sag delight, a satisfaction with that remark and all the implications and 'jokes' behind it that made her burn happily. "But that's no excuse to slack off! I'll be able to tell!"
These belligerent and drunken threats left Link reeling. He didn't know what to believe or what to think, and in his confusion, he mostly just worked to satisfy her noisy demands, working through all of the shouting and the chaos to devour Tetra's pussy as best he could in hopes of pacifying her and helping this all make some shred more sense than it all really did right now. He was lost, confused, stumbling forward without any real idea what to do, but his tongue kept working at her, and his desperate attempts to please had to pay off at some point, right?
Every noise Tetra let out was stubborn and fierce and overbearing, demanding a pleasure that she threw herself ever harder and stranger into. Her drunken heavings were all she was really capable of in this state, every noise an expression of want and a disdainful push to keep going. What Tetra craved most was response and obedience, and she got both as the kowtowed passenger on her ship answered her every attention as best he could.
Tetra grabbed the flagon of ale Link hadn't been drinking from and she downed it in gulp. "No point in letting it go to taste," she said before tossing it aside, redoubling her depraved and hazy efforts to ride his face. She bucked about desperately, thighs clenching down on his head and trying to give in to the pleasures and the ecstasies of letting this take her. It felt amazing, bringing on a confused rush of delights and needs she wanted only to keep savouring.
Clueless as he was, Link wanted to make her happy, and he wanted to keep from running into an trouble over this, which left him desperately trying to handle this, trying to satisfy her for fear of what she'd do to him if he fucked this up. There was a lot to take in here, and all of it was a bit more than Link was ready to handle, but he felt prepared to give this his all, to spiral into chaos and heat and delight with her touch upon him, the pleasure making him felt the burn and pressure and panic of giving up deeper.
Whatever he did was working. Or working well enough to the satisfaction of the drunk girl sitting on his face, which was just about the same thing. The pleasure came on without restraint or sense, and Link was as ready as he could be to give in to this, just letting it all push him to the limit. "I'm cumming!" Tetra gasped, dizzy shrieks of joy and heat pushing out of her, and she felt ready to give in to it all, thrown into the bliss and chaos of giving in and giving up, loving every second of just letting go.
The pleasure rumbled through her with intense power and passion, and with that mater settled, Tetra rose up off of his face, and her moods shifted.
Slumping down on top of him, Tetra cupped his face. "I'm sorry about your sister," she said, staring him straight ahead and leaving him to try and sort out the startling attention and affection she gave him before suddenly slamming herself down onto his cock, catching him utterly off guard and forcing herself down onto his cock. There was no warning for it. In a flash, he simply wasn't a virgin anymore, and Link had to sort out all these feelings for himself.
The pleasure was overbearing, and it left Link absolutely clueless about how to respond. The pleasure was simply there, an abrupt rush of excitement to try and sort through, a mess of excitement all demanding from him everything he could have imagined. It was a lot. It was probably too much. He didn't care. He needed it. "Do you mean that?" he asked.
Tetra was getting too soft. She shoved her tongue back into his mouth again. She was giving him too much and getting too deep into this. There was absolutely no good way to make sense of these things, but she felt the need pushing her, felt the panic of trying to handle these feelings, and she had absolutely no good idea what to do with it, but she knew to keep going. The weird reality of these excitements and pleasures was a simple one: she had to do her best to handle this all.
Link spiraled dizzily into confused panic and weirdness. He was utterly baffled by these pressures, trying to deal with pleasures and heats that rose up with little control or calm to them, and he was stuck having to figure it all out, trying to make sense now of things that didn't leave much time for him to think clearly. He was stuck having to simply surrender, body twisting under these attentions. He met her kiss for lack of any idea what else he could do, and melting in against her brought on a lot of things that just felt right.
The steady motion of their bodies pressing together and spiraling into this passionate heat brought on a lot of weird feelings for both of them to navigate, but there was no other way to deal with it all. Moaning and writhing against one another, this all felt powerful, felt like the expression of lust and need that they needed most, and there was no good way to hold it back. They bucked against one another, clumsy virgins with varying amounts of alcohol in them moving awkwardly against one another, neither sure of much but absolutely desperate to keep chasing this pleasure together.
Steady calm came over Tetra's kisses. They lost some of their sharpest edge and their belligerence, cooling significantly in the process of easing deeper into this bizarre sweep of desire and lust, an overbearing passion coming on ever stranger and without much sense of calm. This was a lot, but its excess felt welcome, felt certain. They were able to enjoy something together that cut to the very heart of what they needed most, and without any idea how to control themselves, pleasure got the better of them.
But Tetra remained on top. Her body thrashed about more intensely, slamming down onto Link's cock again and again, all in needy and fitful pursuit of pleasures that wouldn't quit. She needed this, and she didn't care about containing herself, letting it all go and letting the spectacle spiral utterly out of control. "Cum in me," she moaned.
"What?" Link should have known better than to ask questions.
"Cum! In! Me!" she shouted, head rolling back. "You need to stop making me like you so much if you're going to be so clueless! Just cum in me already, fuck!" She was aggressive and brash and didn't care about anything but her steady crash head-first into ruin, loving every second of what hit her as she let go. The pleasure was tremendous, and it evoked within her the most aimless and shaky of pleasures, a passionate sweep and spectacle that held her tight. It was amazing, and she wasn't afraid of giving in to all of it, of simply letting herself go. It felt too good to care.
As she came atop him and her pussy squeezed around his cock, Link got the message. At least, his body did. He bucked upward into Tetra, shouting and gasping and cumming inside of her. The pleasure burned brightly, and he didn't know what to make of it, but the sensations all wore at him with firm enough fire and certainty to leave him oddly warm and fuzzy all over in the aftermath of it. He didn't get it, but his body was sinking deeper into a steady appreciation for all he had just felt.
Locked in the aftermath of these pleasures, Link lay there breathless, confused, feeling Tetra's weight heavy upon his. "Thank you?" He was still clueless about what to make of this, but Tetra's warmth was oddly enticing, pulling him deeper.
"Yeah, thank me," she said. It was a bold, brash face, but all too quickly, she melted against him. "We'll find her," she said, lapsing into a promise and the shaky, desperate certainty that they had work to do.
