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.
