“Oh, yes,” Pol moaned.
“Fuck, yes,” said Kiera. Her hips started to grind again, moving him inside her as she rocked back and forth. His cock felt so good inside her, her body filled with him. Her breath was coming quick and short as her pace began to increase, her legs moving almost of their own accord.
Pol shifted his hips, lifting them slightly off the bed and she rode him up as his cock pushed further into her cunt, their movements slow and uncoordinated at first before they found a rhythm, with Kiera sliding forward at the same time Pol sunk down into the mattress, and then sliding back as his hips rose to meet hers.
Her body was burning with pleasure on each stroke. She tucked her feet under her, squatting so that Pol’s cock became buried in her pussy up to the hilt, her clit grinding into his pubic bone each time she fell. Both his hands pulled on her breasts. Kiera moaned over and over as they cupped and squeezed the soft, firm flesh, teasing the fat nipples that capped each full tit.
She was beginning to wobble as she bounced on him, and she caught herself with both hands on his chest. Too hard, she pressed the wounded hand down, and hissed, the pain making itself known through her pleasure.
“It hurts?” asked Pol, and she nodded, trying not to give up her seat. Pol stopped moving, and she mewed at him, fucking herself faster on his cock to make up for it. He sat up and caught her around the back, holding her still.
“Here, I’ve an idea,” he said.
His cock withdrew from her, and she sighed in disappointment as it left. Pol slipped out from underneath her, lifting one leg and repositioning it so that she was kneeling on the bed beside him as he clambered to his knees, then pushed on her back, making her lean forward.
She was on all fours, her hand complaining, but Pol kept pushing. He was behind her now, she could feel his cock, slick from being inside her body, pressing up against her ass as he leaned over, his hand pressing between her shoulders at the base of her neck to force her lower until her head was resting on the mattress, her arms spread to brace herself.
She heard him spit in his palm, then the sounds of wet skin being pressed over wet skin, imagining what he was doing behind her.
“Hells and dragon’s bells, Pol. Hurry,” she urged him.
He chuckled at little, this being the most eager he’d ever heard her. She didn’t care. All she cared about was his hard cock splitting her pussy open, feeling it between her folds, feeling his weight slam into—
“Vash, yes!” she cried. “Oh, hells, you feel so good!”
Pol’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her hips up to his, fitting them snug against him as he drove his cock into her. From this position, his length pressed into every inch of her folds, making her groan and gasp, biting the bedsheet under her head as his cock pushed towards her cervix. Each stroke brought his heavy balls slapping against her clit, pleasure radiating through her body, rocking her body back against him to increase the pace. She reached a hand between her legs, pulling the hood back from her clit to maximize the contact.
Her pleasure built and built until finally the dam burst and she was shouting his name into the night, urging him on, begging him not to stop as she plied her clit back and forth between her fingers.
Panting from her exertion, she lifted her hips forward and Pol’s cock slid out of Kiera’s body, both of them groaning with disappointment. She rolled onto her back, adjusting herself so that she was lying on the bed, her head resting against the pillows, staring up at Pol at her feet. She stretched, arching her back, her hands cupping the underside of her breasts to provide them with support. Her body was flushed and warm, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. So was Pol’s, his chest hair matted together, his torso and thighs shining in the candlelight.
“Come here,” she said.
Pol crawled over her, and she kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as he took one of her breasts out of her hand to fondle as his tongue pushed between her lips. She ran a hand down his back, cupping his ass before she gripped his thigh, pulling it higher and tighter to her body, his cock sliding up her stomach, pushing against the bottom of her tits.
Kiera broke their kiss, pushing Pol up away from her with one hand as she guided his thigh up so that he was kneeling over her chest. She propped herself up with one elbow, holding his shaft out so she could lean forward and pull the head between her lips, slurping along his cock. Pol moaned and she began to bob harder along his length, pushing as far as she could reach in this position. His cock ran with her spit, and she pulled it from her lips, feeling each throb in her grip near the base. She ran her tongue down the shaft from the head, coating Pol with more and more saliva until she could feel it dripping onto her skin.
Kiera pressed the big cockhead against each of her stiff nipples in turn, Pol groaning as she teased the opening at its tip against the hard nubs. She pressed his cock down, filling her cleavage with the warm, hard rod, her hands squeezing her breasts around him as best as she could.
When she looked up, Pol was staring down at the sight of his cock pushing between her large, soft tits with an awed lust on his face.
“You liked when I did this to Largan, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” groaned Pol. His cock popped loose, and Kiera reached for his hands, guiding them to press her tits together as she slid his still slippery cock between them again. Pol’s hips began to move and Kiera bent her head to lap at the tip of his cock as it pushed through her cleavage.
“I like it when you do it more,” she said, letting her mouth hang open as his cock pushed up against her outspread tongue.
It wasn’t long before the game of cat and mouse her mouth was playing with his cock overcame Pol’s pleasure at fucking her tits. On one last forward stroke, as the head pressed between her lips, he let go of her breasts, rushing his hips forward so that she could take more of his length in her mouth. She tapped his thigh and he lifted it, letting her slip out from under him, the lovers rearranging so that Pol knelt at her head while she lay on her side in front of him. One arm supported under her, the hand bending at the wrist to fondle his balls while the other stroked the portion of his cock not in her mouth, which was less and less as she worked.
His cock was pressing into the back of her throat and Kiera gasped the next time he withdrew, smiling up at him before plunging back down, trying to take him further. The ever present pulse of his cock in her hand told her of his need before even his warning moan did.
“I’m going to come,” he said, and Kiera hummed around him.
A burst of his seed filled her mouth in response, and she gulped it down. She pulled him out on the next burst, aiming his cock lower, stroking him in time with his pulses, watching as his long length pulsed and spurt after spurt of his cum fell across her breasts and stomach, pooling in her throat, her cleavage and navel. She milked the last of him over her nipple, playing with it again using the tip of cock.
Pol collapsed next to her, lifting her chin to kiss her, long and deep. When he let her go, she gave him a wry smile and rolled away, standing and stepping off the bed, leaving him lying there.
He leapt out after her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“To clean up—oh!”
Pol caught her about the waist, pulling her down into a chair that had been placed in the corner of the room with him. She was sitting on his lap crosswise, and she could feel his cock, slick and sticky but still hard, pressing between her thighs. His cum was running in rivulets down her chest. His hand ran around her neck, pulling her forehead down to his, his lips pressing against hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip.
She lifted in the seat and he guided his cock up until she took it with her hand, guiding him back into her pussy with a groan. His hips bounced on the chair, taking her with it, his cock pressing deep into her as he spread his thighs apart, her knees hanging over his right leg. His hand reached down between her thighs, his thumb finding her clit, flicking it back and forth.
/> “Oh, fuck, yes, Pol!” she cried. The flicking became stronger, more assured, and she arched her back, her hand gripping his wrist, her other arm wrapping around his shoulders, his lips kissing the side of her right tit, his tongue teasing the soft flesh. He ran a hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing, making her moan as he handled her.
“You feel so good,” he grunted at her.
Kiera moaned again, bouncing harder at the same time he did. She could see he was straining to lift her weight on top of him.
“Let’s go to the bed, again” she offered.
She’d been expecting to lead him there, but instead Pol tucked both arms under her and lifted her into the air, making the short trip to the bed and throwing her onto the mattress sideways, her legs hanging off the side.
Pol pressed her thighs, smeared with the cum that had dripped down her front, apart. His cock was standing rigidly at attention. Her eyes flickered constantly, trying to divide equal time between the animalistic lust in his gaze as he stared at her and the proud rod shining with her juices poised between her legs.
He gripped under her thighs, lifting her legs up and up until her ankles were tucked over his shoulders. His cock pressed into her again, Kiera’s loud moan somewhere close to a scream of ecstasy as he buried himself in her to her limit. Her legs pushed back, pressing her knees up against her chest, her hands gripping the sides of the mattress as he began to pound into her in long, hard strokes.
Her hand resumed the play with her clit, since Pol himself had to balance on her legs and his hands on the mattress. His feet were on the floor, his hips slamming into hers over and over.
His grunts were practically snarls and she grabbed his head with her other hand for a moment to kiss him hungrily before returning it to keep her from sliding too far up the mattress.
“Oh, Kiera!” he cried. His pace was growing erratic, but his force hadn’t decreased in the slightest, each thundering stroke making her cry in pleasure.
“Give it to me, Pol!” she cried, her own climax beginning to crest as she thrilled at feeling him pulse inside her.
His face became pained, and he cried her name again, his cum racing out of him to fill her cunt, the heat of it nearly enough to match the fire burning through her body. Her climax followed quick behind and she screamed her pleasure out, her hands wrapping around Pol’s neck and pulling him close to her to kiss him again as hard as possible, her legs spreading out to wrap around his hips, Pol still pumping between her thighs, his cock still unloading inside her.
Her body was shaking as she came down from her high, and Pol wasn’t moving except to kiss her for a moment longer, his cock still inside her, still retaining most of its steel.
She twisted, helping him fall onto the mattress on his back so she could climb on top of him, kissing his collarbone and neck before snuggling into the space above his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him, his arms wrapped around her. She shifted her hips and he slid out of her with a sigh.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he whispered back. Then he chuckled to himself.
“We’re so fucked,” he said.
“Yeah.”
They lay, holding each other in silence as the candle sputtered out, burned down to the holder, Kiera perched on top of Pol, feeling his chest rise and fall under her until it had grown relaxed and she could hear his breathing soften as he slept.
She’d stay here tonight, she decided. If the servants came in the morning and found her, so what? That was tomorrow and this was tonight.
Chapter 14
When she pressed her hand against it, Kiera’s stomach still felt a little tacky, and she was almost sure that Princess Fione, seated next to her left, could tell why.
This was the third time in her life Kiera had been present for a gathering of the Guild’s High Council, and the second time it had involved a massive gathering of Sorcerers in the Grand Hall. But she’d been masked the first time, just a faceless woman designated for the Rite of Renewal. Now she was sitting in the Exarch’s place on the Council’s dias, in front of hundreds of nude Sorcerers, with traces of Pol’s cum drying on her belly.
They’d spent the week in a daze of lovemaking, waiting for the Sorcerers to gather. That first night they’d slept fitfully, waking each other up for more throughout. When she’d woken in the morning to find him hard as a rock Kiera had taken Pol in her mouth to completion while his fingers had brought her to her climax.
Eventually Pol had been summoned to the Guild personally by a runner, and he’d left to be debriefed by Heldi and Garen, and then apprised of the election for Guild Chair. Kiera had spent the rest of the morning lounging in bed, imagining him in it with her, her hands doing their duty between her legs to make the dream feel as true as possible. Pol had returned toward the evening, and their second night together had been much as the first, but with a distinct lack of nerves that had only helped to heighten the pleasure.
It had seemed to Kiera that she couldn’t stop touching him. She’d drift off to find her hand resting in Pol’s lap, touching and stroking the long hard length she found under his clothes with idle care. Pol seemed much the same, his hands cupping her breasts, ass, and sliding along her pussy wherever possible.
They’d fucked over and over, in every corner of the estate where they could manage to find themselves alone. The gardens, in particular, had been a boon, the hedge maze hiding them for as long as they needed. Kiera had even led him to the fountain to recreate his rendezvous with Elina, and then to improve upon it. To Pol’s credit, he’d eventually realized that she’d seen the two of them, but only after Kiera made him come a third time.
So when she’d been summoned to the Guild earlier in the day, it hadn’t surprised her that, on her walk in, Pol had ambushed her, sneaking her down a secluded hallway wordlessly. His lips had roved her neck, his tongue in her ear as he pushed her up against a wall. She’d worn a formal dress, and he’d quickly lifted it up above her hips, baring her ass. She hadn’t worn underwear in anticipation of the Guild election.
She blushed in the Grand Hall, a little, hoping it would be taken for modesty rather than her own arousal, remembering how his fingers has felt pushing in between her lower lips, two of them waving back and forth until they’d found her most sensitive spot. As was Kiera’s wont when her pleasure was unbearable, she'd gotten loud, and Pol had clamped his hand over her mouth. After he’d finished fishing her tits out of the neckline of her dress so that he could suck on her nipples. Her fingers had flashed along the toggle clasps holding his shirt together until it had fallen at their feet.
Her hands had found his belt, undoing the buckle and then making short work of the laces on the front of his breeches. His cock had been already hard as she’d stroked down the smooth skin, drawing him out into the air, pressing him to her own skin. She had her leg tucked around his thigh, squeezing him tighter to her, Pol’s mouth hot and wet around her nipple, pulling the breast up from her body, the fingers in her pussy drawing her pleasure out slowly. She stroked him harder and faster.
After a moment it’d become too much for him and the hand covering her mouth had withdrawn. She groaned in disappointment when his fingers had slipped out of her too. She felt him run one hand down the thigh of the leg she lifted into the air, cupping deep under the cheek of her ass.
Without needing to exchange a word, she had half raised her legs, half leapt into his arms, bracing herself between Pol’s body and the wall, getting help being lifted by his hands. She’d wrapped her knees around his waist, her ankles locking together, and Pol leaned forward. One hand left her body and she’d felt the muscles in his arm moving as he fiddled just below her body, then he’d pushed his hips into hers.
Kiera had groaned as his cock had pushed inside her, her body flushed as Pol began to thrust into her. A hand had tucked around under her dress where it had been hiked above her waists, and Pol pulled it up further, until it was held over the very tops of her breast
s. She’d been pinned against Pol’s body and the wall, his pumping thighs keeping her trapped there as she clung to him, reveling in each long thrust into her. Her lips had pressed against the side of his face, her tongue tasting the salt of his skin before finding his earlobe and biting it, making him buck harder into her, her own hips rocking in time to meet his thrusts.
He’d wedged a hand between them, his fingertips finding her clit and flicking back and forth across it, making her wild, her body tensing every time his cock pushed to its apex inside her as his finger started a new journey across the bud. His tongue was probing the curve of her neck, his breath hot and damp on her skin.
Pol’s lips had met hers just before she would have voiced her climax, his tongue filling her mouth so that her cry was muffled. He was getting better and better at reading her. Kiera’s heart had raced as the pleasure made her joints stiffen while her body shook due to her precarious balance around Pol’s hips. When it subsided, Pol’s hand had slipped around to cup a buttock, her thighs tightening to drive him hard inside her.
She was learning about him too. Tell-tale trembles and his pace becoming more strained and erratic had let her know the moment was nearing for him.
“Oh, Vash, let me see it, Pol,” she’d said, lifting her hips high enough that he slid out of her. She lowered herself, pressing his cock tight in the space between their bodies. His hips were still moving, rolling her clit along his shaft, making her moan as she felt the warm, velvety skin press against her stomach.
“Let me see it,” she’d whispered again. She’d wrapped her arm around him, her hand twining its way through his hair, drawing his lips back down to hers.
He’d groaned into her mouth, and she echoed him as she felt the first pulse of his cock, his cum arcing across her stomach, followed by another and another. She’d gasped when one hot jet had struck the underside of her left breast, breaking their kiss and leaning as far back as she could to watch the spurting cock between them shower her belly with his cum. She’d grabbed his length, pulling on him insistently, coaxing another burst out of him that rolled down her fingers and to the base of his cock.
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