I sat on the sturdy stool, my legs spread just enough to steady myself, chest still heaving from the work she’d just given . redith knelt between my thighs, her short silver hair catching the dim light from the flickering lanterns overhead. Her green eyes flicked up to et mine, a spark of satisfaction in them as she rose slowly, deliberately, from her knees.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Milord," she murmured, her voice proper and smooth, laced with that undercurrent of devotion she seed so eager to convey. "Your pleasure is my duty, and I savor every mont of it. Please, allow to take your cock."
Her hands found my shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to guide herself closer. I could feel the heat radiating from her as she straddled my lap, her thighs bracketing mine on the stool. The wood creaked faintly under our combined weight, but it held firm. My cock, still slick from her mouth, throbbed in anticipation as she positioned herself above . She didn’t rush; instead, she hovered there for a brief mont, letting the tip brush against her entrance, teasing us both with the promise.
Then, with a soft exhale, she sank down. Inch by inch, her pussy enveloped , warm and wet, gripping tight like she was made for this. I groaned low in my throat, my hands instinctively settling on her hips, feeling the firm muscle beneath her skin. She was soaked, her arousal coating as she took fully, bottoming out with a subtle roll of her hips that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Oh, Milord," she breathed against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "You fill so completely. It’s as if my body was forged to accommodate you, to hold you deep and make you ache for more."
She started to move then, rising up slowly until just the head of my cock remained inside her, then sliding back down with a controlled grace. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the friction of her bare chest against my skin adding to the building heat. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner walls as she rode , her pace steady but insistent, like she was claiming this rhythm for us both.
Her mouth found my neck, lips brushing soft kisses along the line of my jaw, then lower, to the pulse point where my heart hamred. She licked there, a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue that tasted the salt of my sweat. It sent shivers racing down my spine, my grip tightening on her hips as she ground down harder.
"Does it please you, Milord?" she asked, her tone submissive yet edged with command, as if she were coaxing the answer from . "Feeling clench around you, drawing you in deeper? I want to be your vessel, to milk every drop of your essence until you’re spent and sated."
I nodded, words caught in my throat as her movents quickened. The stool rocked slightly with each descent, her ass slapping against my thighs in a rhythm that echoed off the stone walls. Her pussy was a vice, slick and hot, fluttering around my length as she chased our shared release. I thrust up to et her, the angle perfect from this seated position, driving deeper into her core.
redith’s breath hitched, her kisses turning to nips along my neck, her tongue tracing patterns that made my skin tingle.
"Yes, just like that," she urged, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Take what you need from . My body yields to you, Milord, but it craves your force, your unrelenting drive. Let feel you swell inside , marking as yours...!"
Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down between her breasts, and I couldn’t resist leaning forward to nuzzle there, inhaling her scent–a mix of exertion and desire. She arched into , her hands threading through my hair, holding close as she rode harder. The friction built, a delicious burn that had gritting my teeth, every nerve alight.
Her walls tightened, a telltale sign she was close, and she whispered against my ear, "I’m yours to command, Milord! Use , fill until I overflow with your seed! It’s my honor to receive it, to carry the warmth of your pleasure within !"
The words pushed closer to the edge. I bucked up into her, my fingers digging into the scarred flesh of her hips, urging her on. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against my neck as her tongue lapped at my skin, tasting like I was her sustenance. Her pace faltered for a mont, then surged, her pussy clenching rhythmically, pulling deeper.
"M-Milord...!" she gasped, her voice breaking just a fraction, that slight edge sharpening her submission. "Your cock throbs so fiercely... I can feel it, pulsing against my most sensitive depths. Don’t hold back... let have it all...!"
I couldn’t hold out any longer. The pressure coiled tight in my gut, releasing in a rush as I ca, spilling hot and deep inside her. She ground down, taking every spurt, her own climax hitting with a shudder that rippled through her body. Her pussy spasd around , milking dry, her breaths coming in ragged pants against my neck.
We stayed like that for a long mont, her forehead resting on my shoulder, her silver hair tickling my cheek. The training room felt smaller, warr, the air thick with the aftermath. Slowly, she lifted her head, those green eyes locking onto mine, still glazed with satisfaction but already hungry for more.
"Milord," she said, her voice seductive silk, lips brushing my earlobe. "Should you wish to have more of , you’re more than welco. I’m eager to please you."
The stool creaked as she shifted, her body still joined to mine, but her words hung in the air like an invitation I knew I wouldn’t refuse.
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