by Annie Eppa
“Is it cold, my lord?” She asked innocently.
“Unbearably so.” He said, in that tight, thick voice she knew so well.
Laughing, she made her way down his body, kissing until she reached his hard shaft. Her mouth closed around it, licking and slaving first at the tip, before condescending to take the full length into her mouth. His groans sounded sweet to her ears. She took him in deep, bobbing her head up and down on his prick until she had found and taken care of all the spilled wine and, even after it was gone, continued. Soon he was pulling her back to her feet so he could kiss her, hard. She thought he might take her then and there, but he only smiled, slow. “Not yet.”
When the meal was over they headed for the baths, which Thornton himself had drawn while she was asleep. The water was only lukewarm at best, but that did not matter, with Thornton stretched out along the tub and Adelai straddling him. Once again he made no move to fuck her, seemingly content with kissing her, and allowing his hands to wander her body until she was frustrated. She knew he was as hard as he could possibly get, the proof of this nudging at her thighs, brushing against her mound on occasion. She sought to take charge, was about to slide his cock inside, when his hands stilled her, tugging her back toward him. She groaned her exasperation, and he laughed again. “Not yet.” He said, and he was kissing her, leaving her breathless like he always had.
After toweling themselves dry, he led her back toward the bedroom, where began the slowest, most torturous lovemaking Adelai had ever felt under his skillful hands. There was no secret, no sensitive spot on her that he did not kiss or caress, no place that he did not linger at. He lavished more attention on her breasts than ever before, his mouth and hands kneading and suckling at them until Adelai was begging him for sweet release. He kissed and nibbled at her stomach, the insides of her thighs, the sensitive spots at her neck, the swell of her buttocks. The only place that he did not touch was where she wanted him to explore the most; her sex, which had been on fire for most of his foreplay, and had as yet remained ignored in spite of his constant explorations elsewhere.
“I want you inside me,” she begged. Her hands had been busy, dipping toward his shaft and stroking it lovingly, enjoying the way it felt - so hard against her fingers, and yet so soft at the same time.
“Soon,” he promised, only to return to his caresses that went everywhere except where it should have mattered the most.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, his mouth drifted back to her pussy, already moist and leaking her arousal. He kissed her there briefly, and then not so briefly, his tongue snaking inside her for a few quick strokes before he withdrew and began concentrating on the juncture of her thighs again, and it was all Adelai could do not to scream out her frustration. He was teasing her, she thought, teasing her until she would slowly go mad from it….
Her mouth was back on her, and this time he stayed longer, nibbling and laving at her hard little nub before turning his attention away again, and Adelai’s fists beat futilely at the mattress, an attempt to channel her vexation. By the third time she had abandoned her pride. She knew what he was expecting from her, and she succumbed.
“Please lick my pussy! Oh gods, Thornton! I want your tongue in me!”
Only then did he relent. His tongue drove into her, flicking long, hard strokes against her core, and Adelai orgasmed immediately, and didn’t stop as he continued. It felt like every orgasm that came after was only an extension of the previous one, and she was a quivering mess by the time he lifted his head, his chin slick with her juices.
He rose and sat on the edge of the bed, and Adelai knew what he wanted. Eagerly, she knelt beside the bed in front of him, eager lips wrapping around his length and drawing him in. She loved his cock, tongue snaking around the width of his mushroom head, nursing the pre-cum oozing out from the tip. Her mouth widened further as she began to take him in, a couple of inches at a time, coating his cock with her saliva until her nose rested against the dark curls at the base of his rod, the heat of his balls pressed against her skin.
She began to deep throat him, her mouth withdrawing and then returning to take him whole, her hands braced against his thighs for leverage as she began to move faster, until she was fucking his cock the way her pussy would have. She loved the harsh noises he made, the groans she could draw from him every time she did this. This was one of the few times she had control over him, a control she sought not to take advantage of because he trusted her with it.
Never one to be passive for long, he began to move his hips in accordance to the motions of her mouth. Adelai let him, feeling the tip of his length butting into the back of her throat. She had done this enough times throughout the month that she soon learned to take Thornton completely in her mouth without gagging; learning to relax her throat, to breathe through her nose and hold it in at certain times. She teased at the underside of his length every time she pushed forward, her teeth teasing lightly and scraping against his hot flesh. Her fingers stroke at his balls, sometimes cupping them gently on the palm of her hand, sometimes ignoring them completely to stroke at the underside, at the spots she knew would garner the most reaction.
She looked up at him then. The captain was leaning back on the bed, his eyes closed and head flung back, though his hand was now gathered at Adelai’s hair, loose enough to give her control of their pacing. A muscle was working in his jaw, his throat working as he swallowed, trying to restrain himself from coming too fast. Adelai smiled secretly to herself, and squeezed his balls teasingly.
Still sucking hungrily on his cock, she watched as the captain’s body jerked from the unexpected movement, his eyes opening and looking down at her. She gazed back at him with wide, innocent eyes, her mouth quirking into a mischievous smile as she deliberately forced the full length of his cock into her mouth, massaging him as best as she could. It was enough, and he began to jerk underneath her, filling her throat and stomach with his milky fluid.
“Fuck,” he hissed hoarsely as Adelai licked up the last of his seed, pulling him out of her mouth after one last lick. He was far from flaccid, the tea having done its work now as it had all month. She crawled back to his chest and kissed him softly, nuzzling him until he stood, hooking his hands underneath her thighs and lifting her up. He carried her easily, like she weighed no more than a small sack of feathers, and Adelai’s surprised cry settled into little whimpers as the tip of his cock settled against her sex, rubbing at her slick folds. He was content to do this for several seconds, simply rubbing, until Adelai tried to hoist her hips up over his shaft, intending to impale herself quickly on it. He lifted her higher in response, preventing her from acting upon this need.
“Patience, little maiden.” With little effort, he crossed the room to where an armchair stood by a full-length mirror. They had little inclination to use it throughout their stay, and Adelai saw herself for the first time in many weeks. There was a glow about her that enhance her natural prettiness, her eyes feverish and bright with desire. Her breasts were heaving, her back arched so that they thrust out at her reflection. Her thighs were spread, draped over the captain’s own, and her pussy was glistening wet. Her blonde hair was tousled and tangled about her shoulders, her lips red and plump and slightly swollen from overuse. This was why those senior shrinemaidens had moved the way they did, smiled the way they had.
Behind her the captain sat, just as naked as she was. He was gorgeous, even more so now. His blue eyes were nearly black from passion, the sensual mouth curved into a confident smirk. One of his hands stroked at her breast, and in the mirror Adelai cold see the tip hardening from his touch, as he tweaked a nipple.
“These breasts belong to me, Adelai.” The captain took her hands and brought them to her own breasts, his fingers making her knead her own twin mounds, cupping and lifting them toward the mirror as if in offering. “Say it.”
“These breasts belong to you, master.” Adelai gasped, helplessly turned on by his forcefulness. “All yours.”
“Does this body belong to me, Adelai?” The captain nipped at her neck, allowed his hands to slide down her hips.
“My body belongs to you, master.” Adelai moaned.
“And this?” The captain spread her thighs as wide as they could go, his hands on the undersides of her calves as he deliberately pulled them away, so that she was exposing her own cunt to the mirror. She could feel herself growing even wetter.
“My pussy belongs to you, master. Always.”
“Good girl.” The hands tightened, moving back underneath her thighs, and Adelai found herself being lifted again. The muscles on the captain’s arms was bunched, straining, as he slowly settled her weight so that his upright cock was nestled against the soft curls of her womanhood, and his strength was the only thing preventing her from sliding down his length. The tip of his rod butted against her exposed sex, and Adelai groaned.
It almost felt like he would keep her forever like this, with the mirror only proving to her how wanton she had become under the captain’s tutelage, but even Thornton’s willpower had its limits. The cock pressed against her, and slipped in without difficulty; she was so wet that she had already coated the head with her own juices. Still, the friction his cock made as it plowed its way into her pussy, with her legs splayed out on either side of his thighs to accommodate him more fully, went beyond pleasure. He paused when he was only halfway in, with the young shrinemaiden trying in vain to draw him in deeper, her pussy muscles clamping and clenching around him for all she was worth. Their gazes met in the mirror. The captain was smiling as his grip slackened, as he dropped his arms down so that he also dropped her down onto his cock, buried all the way inside her sheath so quickly she barely had time to utter a scream.
Oh, but it felt so incredible, the roughness of it. He had let go of her thighs so that they were draped over his legs, and he was pushing her forward, hair hanging over her face, as he grabbed her hips and began to saw back and forth inside her. Her little pearl rubbed hard against his balls, and the friction felt so good against that sensitive nub, that she could already feel herself building up. With her hands against his knees she was able to force herself up, rising and falling on top of him as his cock drove deliberately into her, battering at her defenseless cunt with his relentless fucking. She drew herself up again and caught herself in the mirror.
It was a sight to behold. Her eyes were glazed, her breasts bouncing up and down from the force of Thornton’s thrusts. She could see the place where they were joined together, watched in fascination as she saw the captain’s cock pull out of her only to slam home again. She watched her own pussy distend and contract around his cock, the little wet sounds of suction as she clamped down hard around his thick girth. She could see the captain, his own face now strained with need, as he kept up the pace of his rutting, forcing his cock deeper into her as she rode him hard. It was the most sensuous sight she had ever seen in her life, and soon she found herself cumming frantically while he continued heaving up into her, her whole body shaking as she clenched hard against him.
“Yes, Adelai.” Her captain whispered as he felt her orgasm, and this only spurred him further on, as he slammed into her harder, faster, his needs more urgent. She watched in the mirror as her buttocks bounced off his groin, his cock looking like it was splitting her wide open, as she had once feared. Her muscles spasmed around him in reply.
And then he tipped her over without warning, and Adelai found herself on her hands and knees in front of the mirror, her glassy-eyed face looking back at her. Her upper body was on the floor, her ass still lifted. This position, she knew, meant that the captain could take her even deeper, and he did. His balls slapped against her ass, and every few strokes he would punctuate it with a hard slap against her backside. Adelai moaned, feeling her buttocks burn from the sting, which fueled her want. The captain leaned forward, shifting angles slightly so that his cock could rasp against her clit, and then resumed his assault. Adelai shrieked, the next louder than the other, but her body was accepting this rough fucking, pushing back against him every time he surged into her with animalistic grunts.
“You feel good, Adelai… fuck… your cunt feels so hot and tight….”
He spread her pussy lips with his fingers, leaving her even more exposed every time he speared into her. “Rub yourself for me.” He ordered, and she did, her hand creeping up to rub furiously at her little bud. It increased her already burgeoning pleasure, and the previous orgasm she had felt was nothing compared to this new one, which rolled over her in hard, long waves that never seemed to end.
She tried to pull her hand away, the pleasure and the sensations so strong she felt she couldn’t bear it, but the captain’s words stopped her. “Do not move your hand away, Adelai.” He grated. His cock felt as hard as steel, filling her again and again, so rapidly that his hips were like a finely tuned machine, ramming into her softness. “I want you to feel me fucking you… yes, that’s it, little one….”
Adelai wailed as the pleasure went on and on, could feel herself spiraling out of control as her whole body thrashed wildly on the floor. She felt him force his cock into her one last time, and with it his pulsing jets of cum, spending into her bruised and sore pussy.
She was still shaking by the time he had withdrawn his cock from her, and she might have lain there for several minutes more in that condition had he not lifted her in his arms again, trading in the hard floor for the softer bed. Her whole body felt liquid, like every bone had been leached out of her body, barely able to move on her own.
“Thornton….” She breathed, overwhelmed by what was the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had to date.
“I think I like it when you call me by my name.” The captain said, his arms now possessive against her waist.
Adelai wanted to babble - to tell him how amazing that had been, how amazing he was, how much she loved him, everything - half-words formed on her lips, some spilling out, and she never knew just how coherent or incoherent she was, because the exhaustion was soon overriding everything else. Adelai fell asleep to the feeling of the Thornton stroking her back, his warm breath tickling at her hair.
It must have been several hours later, perhaps even just before dawn, when Adelai woke again. Sleepily, her hand stole across the sheets but frowned when she found no one there. Her eyes opened and, slowly, she sat up.
Thornton was standing beside the bed, putting on his military uniform - the first time he had ever done so since they had been in the rooms together. Silently, Adelai watched him dress, now wide awake, and tried to swallow the sudden lump in her throat. She couldn’t speak, and even if she managed to force words past her lips she didn’t know what to say to him at all. Their time together was now over.
The captain finished dressing and turned to look at the bed. Gone were the soft expressions and the smiles she loved. Now that look of implacability was back on his face, his blue eyes hooded. Those eyes traveled from her face down her body and then back again, like he was memorizing every curve of her and storing them for later. He said nothing, either. He strode toward the door but paused to look back at her one last time.
Adelai didn’t know how she must have looked to him, with her eyes begging him for what her mouth couldn’t say. Finally he turned and opened the door. A moment later, he was gone.
It was only until several minutes later, after she understood that he had finally and truly left, did her tears finally fall.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Preparations
Adelai spent the next several days befuddled and miserable. She was barely conscious of what went on around her, oblivious to the streams of servants that filed in and out of her room, offering her things she paid scant attention to. Her rooms had once been her sanctuary, the place out of all others that she truly considered her home. But now it could have been the vast plains of Corvusica for all that mattered now. Everything she thought she had cared for had been left at one of the inner rooms inside the temple of Inne-Anneah, among the fading inc
ense and the now-cold sheets.
She had spent the first three days in this haze, and it took her that long, in the end, to finally snap out of it. Adelai was a practical girl by nature, and she knew that spending the rest of her days moping in her rooms, even if the high priestess would allow her to - which she absolutely would not - would do nothing to change the fact that the captain would no longer be accessible to her in the previous ways he had been. She wanted to see him again. She would like nothing better than to climb into bed with him and stay there for the rest of her young life. While the latter was no longer possible, there was still a glimmer of hope for the former. If a contract came from Sarcopia, as King Belair seemed to think would happen, then there was the possibility that she might see Thornton once more. It was a very small hope, maybe even a futile one, but she would willingly grasp at any straw at this point if she could see him again.
The high priestess must have known what her mood might have been, for no word was sent to her regarding her circumstances since she had left the temple. Now that her melancholy had been lifted from her, or at least for the moment, Adelai was now impatient, having planned her next course of action. For two more days she paced the room, impatient and waiting for word from the high priestess that never came. Only the day before Lyspae had came to visit her, her own face flushed with excitement. She had been bought by a wealthy nobleman from the House of Clavish, she had said. She had taken his fancy during the night of the bidding, and now had leased her out on a contract for a full year, and more if both sides were amendable. She was to leave later in the afternoon, and was expected to arrive at the nobleman’s house shortly before nightfall.
Chatty by nature, she had also informed Adelai that she had spent most of the month closeted with a ‘delicious amber-eyed trainer’ who had been most instructive in her lessons, and remonstrated that the high priestess had not sought to provide such lessons earlier. To Lyspae’s own inquisitive questions, Adelai fended them off, laughing and saying that her own trainer was blue-eyed, and just as equally instructive, which mollified her. It hurt to talk about her captain that way, but Adelai had learned to hide how she really felt from others.