60 #2
Exhilarated, I took a moment to savor the heated trust banking in his irises. The image stoked me with pride and electric streaks of lust. Reaching up, I slipped the headpiece over his bowed scalp.
Those beautiful features vanished, with only the shadow of Aire’s jawline peeking through. The armor sat comfortably atop his neck. Fantastic, considering he would be wearing it for a while.
Balancing on tiptoes, I whispered, “No peeking.”
Aire’s breath struck the helmet’s interior. “Yes, my lady.”
Ambition fluttered in my navel. With coy patience, I lowered my fingers to the clasps sealing his coat and plucked apart the first closure.
Aire sucked in a gush of oxygen, the broad span of his pecs rising and falling quicker.
As if he saw more than the narrow eye slits allowed, I nibbled on my lower lip and moved to the next fastening.
One by one, I picked open the flaps. The lapels split as I glided my palms over his shoulders and pushed the vestment down his biceps.
Aire helped, shrugging out of the garment until it hit the floor in a puddle.
Beneath, a finely spun shirt accentuated his frame, the loose neckline exposing his clavicle and the rapid palpitations at his throat.
I went to work on the shirt, peeling it from him at a lazy pace, relishing the cliffs of smooth skin that expanded into view. Furnace fire sketched his torso in fevered shades, amber and copper highlighting the sculpted ridges.
My mouth watered. I would nip, suck, and taste every inch by the time I was done with him.
Then again, I would never be done. And I liked the sound of that.
Divesting the upper layers revealed what had been hiding underneath. The wide outline of his cock shoved against the front of his pants. Hard. Heavy. Mine to feast on at leisure.
When my fingers dove to the closures of his leather hose, a hoarse noise escaped Aire’s throat. Poor knight needed to be liberated from these fitted pants. Tending to this problem, I unraveled the flaps and spread them.
The delectable slopes of his hipbones appeared. Then his cock lifted from the gap.
Thick and smooth, its length tipped toward his navel. The skin pulled taut over a netting of veins, a feverish shade darkened his crown, and the tight slit leaked an opaque drop of cum.
Seasons strike me. I needed to quench my thirst with that morsel.
But first, I rolled the pants down Aire’s limbs, and he kicked them aside in haste. Relief whooshed from his lungs, followed swiftly by a gruff noise that carved through the room. Even then, I took my time to relish the visual.
The First Knight stood naked and vulnerable in my forge. Only a helmet I designed covered him like a fantasy made manifest.
My palpitations quickened. Seeing him like this, and picturing what I planned on doing to him, sent a rush of fluid to the line of my cunt. Until this man, I never knew a person could feel unconditional adoration and selfless arousal at once.
Resting my fingers on Aire’s narrow waist, I ushered him backward. In front of the furnace, his calves hit a chair. Heeding my unspoken command, the knight lowered himself to the seat like an obedient servant. His long limbs bent, his dick stretched high, and his throat contorted.
Nothing and no one had ever looked sexier.
That alone deserved a reward. He had knelt for me once. It was my turn now.
Aire’s respirations stalled as I cupped his knees and eased them farther apart.
Then I sank to the ground, my tongue aching for that small bead of liquid sitting on his crown.
Nudging my body into the vent of his legs, I ran my fingers over his thighs, then strapped them around the stem of his cock.
“Shit,” Aire uttered gruffly. “Aspen—”
“Remember what I said,” I scolded. “No peeking.”
Before he could reply, I craned my head down. Trekking across all that skin and sinew, my teeth skimmed over his neck, then I kissed every tattoo coasting across his flesh and raked my tongue over his pert nipples.
Aire groaned, soft fragments of sound that send a charge through me. Spurred by his reaction, I nipped his pecs, and licked a trail over his cobbled abdomen.
Finally, my lips reached the crest of his dick. The shaft waited, poised upright and flushed. Unfurling my warm tongue, I flicked the bulbous head and swept the dot of cum into my mouth.
Aire tensed, a sexy hiss cutting from his lips. Fresh salt dissolved on my palette, drawing a moan from me.
“Marvelous,” I raved, wiping my thumb lightly over the ruddy crown. “Let’s see if the rest of you tastes just as good.”
With that goal in mind, I scaled my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in one unbroken lick. The knight’s muscles shook, he fisted the chair arms, and a gritty noise sheared through the helmet.
Languidly, I rowed my tongue up and down. Covering every solid inch, I lapped on his flesh, inflating the pome wider. Heat radiated from Aire’s sac, and the width of his cock expanded, blood pulsing beneath the skin.
Purring, I dragged my tongue across his frenulum, teasing the flesh with delicate swipes. Helpless groans rumbled from my knight. In the firelight, his head lolled backward, the helmet shielding his expression.
The mystery only enhanced the thrill. And with his vision blocked, Aire felt the sensations more acutely, based on the harsh swatches of breath slicing through his teeth.
My tongue circuited the roof of his cock, swirling round and round. Seething, Aire grappled for me, his fingers embracing my scalp for support instead of dominance.
No, the latter was my job. My lips splayed around his crown and pursed, exerting a gentle pressure that flung Aire’s head farther back.
“Fuck,” he pleaded to the ceiling. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” I muttered against his dick. “Does your cock like how it feels?”
He nodded. “More. Please.”
The muscles of my pussy clenched. Liquid pooled in my crease, then dripped along my thighs.
Puckering my lips, I sucked his tip while flitting my tongue over his incision. More salt washed down my throat. At the flavor, I hummed around his crown.
Then I sank my mouth deeper, sealing around him to the hilt. Aire’s massive form shuddered, and his fingers clung to my head as it bobbed gingerly, tugging on his flesh.
Back and forth, I pumped my lips over the knight’s girth, wrenching growls from his throat. Envisioning his face constricting in agony, I wedged my palms under his sculpted ass and locked him in place. Then I towed faster, skirting my tongue quicker.
Unable to hold back, Aire jutted his waist. With shallow jabs, he fucked into my mouth, his cock straining. I moaned in encouragement, the vibrations stimulating his skin while shouts lunged from his chest.
His joints trembled as he hurled his waist, and I caught his full length, both of us working him into a stupor. Groans struck his helmet. By now, his eyes would be clenched shut, and his mouth would be hanging ajar.
Motivated by this visual, I clutched his dick between my teeth and grazed. The noises broadened into hollers, and his width stretched inside me, twitching as I edged him to the precipice.
With every pass of my tongue, Aire’s mass grew larger, firmer, hotter. Even then, I wanted to give him more, to rip the screams from his throat, to make him feel the same mayhem he unleashed on me.
With renewed vigor, I charged. Grabbing his cock harder, I siphoned on him, bounding up and down with my entire frame. The soldier veered in his chair, his muscles snapping into an arc, shouts tearing from his vocal cords.
His hips vaulted toward my lips with abandon. I squeezed and sucked him as far as he could go. Lost in a mutual trance, we threw ourselves into it, the blaze writhing, flooding the forge in humidity.
My eyes glimpsed the effect. The furnace’s fierce glow brushed the contours of Aire’s naked body.
Gorgeous. Honest. Mine.
Spellbound, empowered, and fucking overjoyed, I sipped on this warrior’s cock with rapid motions. Rasping, he whipped his hips. As if needing the anchor, his palms rushed to my cheeks.
Only then did he give himself over fully. Going slack, he reeled backward and hung his head, the helmet barricading every wild sound.
Yet I heard it. I felt it. I saw it.
My mouth sucked, my tongue lashed his raw tip, and my lips hauled on that stunning cock. Aire’s groans amplified, each one matching the rhythm of my head. At length, the noises tapered, shaking at the fringes.
“Oh, Seasons,” he cried out, one hand carving into my locks and fisting them. “Oh, fucking Seasons.”
Yes, my Noble Knight. Come like a fighter.
His muscles locked, his growls trailed off, then everything convulsed. Bellows launched from Aire’s throat. His dick spasmed, hot liquid splashing down my throat. Hanging onto me for dear life, my decorous, controlled knight lost his grip and came from the pit of his lungs.
Keening in satisfaction, I consumed him to the final drop. Now I knew what his pleasure tasted like. And it wouldn’t be the last time.
Aire’s body ruptured, then collapsed onto the chair. For a moment, his head hung suspended, craning to the roof beams. His torso flexed with heavy exhalations, striving to calm down.
But I didn’t want him to calm down. Neither did he.
Suddenly, the knight’s gaze veered to my kneeling position. At the quick motion, delight eddied through me. The slits restricted vision, and he had sworn not to peek, yet his eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier.
But then, he didn’t need an unhampered view or sensory powers. This man knew me to the marrow of my bones, as I knew him. No obstacle could hinder this bond.
He combed through my hair, brushing errant locks from my forehead. The knight paced himself, taking care with the motions, basking in each touch. Next, the tips of his fingers etched the leaf motifs twining across one cheek.