At the bedside, her uniform and boots, and the bottom of his armor skin and his boots, lay on the carpet. Leanne and Coram sat on their knees facing one another, naked and eager, their hands and mouths everywhere on each other’s body.
“You know the way we are,” he said, raining kisses on her mouth, her neck, her shoulders. “You know the way we feel.” His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts and made her tremble with released arousal. He took one hand from her breast and used it to lead her own hand down between his legs to grasp the most wondrous weapon that a Knight had at his command. It was hard and long and hot, and it pulsated in her fingers, thrilling her. “You know the way we screw,” he said, continuing his torrent of kisses on her neck and shoulders. “Feel how hard I am for you, how much I want to put it in you. I’m going to eat and screw you like a
dragon, Leanne; the way only a dragon can do it.”
She fell back onto the bed. He fell onto her, and began.
There were reasons why Lacertan men, and especially Knights and Corpsmen, were the most sought-after bed partners in known space. Not only were they spectacularly beautiful in face and body, not only were they hung like charger torpedoes, but they were utterly, fearsomely carnal beings, creatures of soul-searing desire and all-consuming lust. From her memories of all the other times she’d lain with Lacertan Knights, Leanne knew that Coram’s stated intentions were no idle boast.
She was about to be subjected to a mind-shattering onslaught of raw, plundering sex. Not in words but in feelings, the knowledge of what was now going to happen to her enveloped her mind as surely as Coram’s mouth now claimed her wet and turgid womanhood. And yet, with the sucking of his lips at her folds and the lapping of his tongue at her passion bud, there came the awareness that this was going to be something more.
After the things they had shared and the things she had revealed to him, this was about to be a physical intimacy to match the emotional intimacy that had come before it. Leanne gave herself into the sensations of his licking and sucking of her lady parts and the probing of his tongue into her channel, knowing that this melding of their bodies would be a joining of their beings.
Coram French-kissed Leanne’s sex and pulled at the petals of her woman flower as
expertly and as lasciviously as any other Knight who had ever bedded her in the past—and yet, his eating her out felt unlike any other oral sexing in her memory. The way he pulled wetly at her fleshy blossom and licked lustily at her pulpy bud, it was as if he were drawing out her soul through her loins.
She had her eyes shut against the pleasure, to shut out the world and let the feeling of his mouth upon her most intimate places fill her entire consciousness. He alternated taking her entire sex in his mouth and sucking long and hard, licking up and down her opening and over her folds, lapping at her mound, and licking and sucking at the little love handle tucked in her groove.
She rubbed her feet along his muscles, urging him on, begging him for more with her strokes and with her moans. And he obliged her, sucking her womanhood and driving her to rapture. Soon, his fingers followed his lips and tongue, strumming at her folds, teasing her moistened nub. She writhed and cooed at the feeling of finger sex accompanying his oral sex, and then he
concentrated his tongue on her bud while sending first one finger, then two, then three at a time through her curtains and into her passage.
The thickness of his three fingers was the equal of the thickness of the member between his own legs, and made her wail in a shock of pleasure. It was a pleasure not only of this moment, but of anticipation of what she knew he would want to do next—the ultimate of all pleasures.
He kept at her sex with his mouth and his fingers, sending Leanne flying and whirling away into a storm of ecstasy. She flexed her entire body with the waves of bliss that he sent through her. Nothing was hidden now; they were saying everything they could possibly need to say with his claiming of the treasure between her legs and her response to what he was doing to her. Leanne tossed her head and gave out long, low moans at the joy that was happening down there. It was beyond her comprehension. All she could understand, or care to understand, was how completely euphoric it felt.
Coram gave her a few more long, deep, lasting kisses down there. He licked broadly at the tender flesh surrounding her opening, and licked and nuzzled at her pubic hair, savoring everything that lay between her thighs. Then, he began to kiss his way up her abdomen and over her bosom, stopping to pull at her pebbly, hardened nipples with the mouth that had so sensuously consumed her down below.
He returned his face to hers and took her mouth in a wet, steamy kiss in which she could taste herself. His erection pressed against her stomach. It was a long, thick, hot and pulsating cable of desire. Leanne wrapped her arms around his neck as he lay upon her, and she received his kisses and the probing of his tongue into her mouth until he broke the kiss with a slurping at her lips and said, “Are you ready for me to stick my piece in you? Tell me you want me to screw you, right now.”
Her voice trembled with her answer. “Yes…yes…” She trailed off into another moan, wrapped up in rapture.
He cursed lustily, the word that meant what he was about to do. In a daze of desire, Leanne watched him come up on his knees and take hold of the weapon of his passion, which felt hotter than a power blade. He moved it from her stomach to the wetness that he had just devoured. He slipped it all the way into her, penetrating her from his tip to his ample balls with one sure stroke, and cried out the word again. She half-shrieked and half-moaned from the sudden seizure of ecstasy at being filled with Coram’s awesome tool. Then, he lowered himself back onto her, captured her mouth in a kiss that muffled out the sounds of her euphoric outcries, and began to pump himself hard inside her.
The blows of Coram’s thrusting were a thunder of sexual release. His crotch hammered at her mound, and his shaft went all the way into her again and again. Her wet tunnel quivered and tightened rhythmically against the pumping of his long, thick cylinder of hardened flesh, and he became a humping, pumping machine, drilling her with his pounding, demanding tool. He took his mouth from her lips and hovered his face over hers, exhaling hot breath against her as the two of them panted and moaned and grunted in unison, keeping time with the beats of his tremendous hard-on in and out of her.
Coram was merciless—breathtakingly, wonderfully merciless. Her grunts turned to whimpers with the delicious, unspeakably beautiful force of his banging inside her. Leanne’s senses were filled with his muscles pressing down on her, his titanic tool plunging into her, his voice cursing huskily with his mad thrusting. Her hands grasped at him, clutching his pecs and his shoulders and his arms, the flexing muscles of his back, the clenching firmness of his buttocks.
She thrust herself up against his downstroke, giving herself every centimeter of his thick and throbbing pole. Leanne gave herself completely into it, feeling herself not only being screwed by Coram but fusing with him. The pounding of his meat against her mound and into her depths turned the two of them into a combustible reaction of sensuality.
Coram’s thrusts were not only plundering her to the womb, they were striking at Leanne’s love bud in a way that heightened the pleasure and made it build in her more and more. He was driving her to the top and over; he could feel it in the way she now tightened her thighs around him and her cries of joy turned almost to sobs. He cursed over and over with the rhythm of his thrusts and strokes, and spurred her on by grinding himself against her with every penetration, rubbing roughly on the one most sensitive part of her femininity and making her think she would scream each time he did.
The feeling finally overcame her. Leanne’s entire body clenched beneath and around him, and a warm and tingly explosion raged through her entire body. Now, she let out a wail that was the closest thing yet to a scream, and her climax burst in a way that felt like an upheaval of joy in every cell of her body. Coram sensed that he had made her come, and he could not hold back.
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ng out the curse for what he was doing to her, he rammed his meat all the way into her, and the explosion of his own climax ripped its way through him. Spurts and gobs of thick seed poured out from the head of his piece and swamped the depths of Leanne’s sex. He held himself in her and ground his crotch against her mound, making her whimper in helpless elation.
He grunted long and lustily and kept the two of them fused together until he gave her every last drop of what his throbbing rod produced. Only when it softened too much for him to go on did Coram slowly settle down on top of Leanne, burying his head at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and they became a still and smoldering heap of satisfaction.
He stayed on top of her with his arms and legs wrapped around her for a long time. The two of them were barely aware of it when Coram rolled off her and gathered her up in his arms. They were wrapped up not only in each other’s body but in an invisible blanket of sex from which they wanted never to rise again. It had been too good, too perfect for both of them; the thought of untangling their bodies after what Coram had just done to her was unbearable.
So, they stayed that way, Leanne resting her head against his pecs, and they savored together what they had just shared. In the savoring was an unspoken knowledge that neither of them had ever had so magnificent a lay until now—and after this, they might never be done with each
other.
Somewhere in the afterglow, Leanne sighed against Coram’s chest.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she half-whispered.
“What are you thinking about? Having my piece inside you again? I hope that’s what you’re thinking about, because I am going to put it in you again—a few times.”
“That much I know,” she answered.
“See? You do know us.” And he lifted her face to his and kissed her with both a tenderness and a lust.
“If you really want to know,” she said after the kiss, “I’m thinking about everything we talked about before…”
“…before I gave you a lay that’s still making your body hum and making you want more,” he finished in his own lusty words.
She could not help but smile at that. For all the ego of it, Coram’s words were more than true. “I wasn't going to put it that way. But I was thinking about the things we talked about, the things I told you...about me. Coram, tonight, I told you things I've never told anyone else, things I've never talked about openly before, not with anyone. Things I halfway didn't even want to admit. I talked about those things for the first time...with you.”
“And you know you can trust me. You know that, don't you, that you can trust me?
Because you can.”
“Yes, I know I can. I know the things we said won't leave this room.”
“No, they won't. And the things I did to you in this bed, and the things I promise we're going to keep doing to each other tonight--that's between us too, until you decide they're not.”
“Right,” said Leanne. “As if the other Knights won’t know just by looking at us.”
“That’s true,” said Coram. “They’ll know.
“But they'll say nothing, because of something else you know: We're all of us not just Knights and dragons, but gentlemen and ladies--until we are in bed.”
“I know that too.”
In a solemn tone that belied the abandon of what he had done to her and would presently do again, Coram said, “Then, there's something else you can trust, Leanne. In our duty, we may be called upon to put ourselves in the way of danger, to risk our lives. We may face jeopardy at any time. Our duty is not about playing it safe. But between us, in our own relationship, it will always be a safe space, the safest space there is.
You were concerned before about our sex complicating our relationship, our performance of our duty. I don't believe it will. I believe it will give us a bond. I think sex together will make us stronger together--closer and stronger. The two of us in bed, our bodies together, me inside you, coming in you, making you come--it will be our strength, Leanne. Do you believe that?"
She touched his face, his achingly beautiful face. “I believe that.”
He took the hand that touched his face and moved it down to his returning erection. “Touch me there,” he said. “Never hesitate to touch it and feel how much I want to put it in you.” He pulled her close into a fiery kiss. “Just let me in, all the way.”
Coram moved himself back on top of her. Leanne aimed his renewed hardness into her wetness where they both wanted it. He took her mouth in a torrid kiss, let himself slip into her once more, and began to pump again, hard and deep.
CHAPTER NINE
For the rest of the night, Leanne made good on her promise to hold nothing back from him. And Coram rewarded her with sex to surpass any other she had ever had.
He asked her to go down on him, and she happily obliged. Leanne found herself as
hungry for his mouth-filling root and round, plump berries as she had been for dinner earlier. She made him give out long, low animals groans with the way she took him over her tongue and pulled at him with her sucking mouth while teasing the full and sensitive plumpness at his base with her fingers.
She gave the same treatment to his sac, taking each of his man-nuggets into her mouth in turn and swirling her tongue around them, making him squirm with pleasure. She returned her
attention to his prodigious prong, licking up and down it and swirling her tongue over the head, and probing the eye at the tip of his bluntness with the tip of her tongue. Her ministrations brought forth a dollop of salty sap from his tip, which she gingerly licked up before swallowing the whole shaft again.
Her prior times in bed with Knights had taught her how to handle them without gagging, and she had gone down on them enough that their size did not give her an ache in the jaw afterward, so she consumed Coram’s massive hardness eagerly and skillfully. She felt his back arch and his muscles clench from the influx of oral bliss that she was giving him, and she could well imagine the flexing and curling of his toes at the same time. Coram was huge and delicious, and Leanne relished every second of devouring his maleness.
Coram had Leanne lie back down beside him, and she opened her thighs in readiness for him to plunge what she had been so delighted to suck back into her waiting pink passage. But he surprised her by instead straddling her rib cage and bringing his wondrous wood to the cleft between her breasts. Realizing what he meant to do, she cooed again at the moist, slick sensation of his pole sliding in the groove of her bosom, and she helped him by squeezing her breasts together, giving him a tight passage to remind him of what so wetly awaited him further down her body.
He rocked and bucked on top of Leanne, slipping his shaft up and down, back and forth, in the soft tightness of her clenched bosom, and groaned sweet, sexy, profane things at her about it feeling almost as good as where he wanted to slide it next. He talked “dirty” to her, saying things that a Knight would never say in any other situation, and made her want desperately for him to do the “nasty” things he promised her.
Soon, he slipped his wood from between her breasts and moved down her body. He hoisted her thighs up around his hips and plunged that blunt and beautiful log all the way into her. With a curse and a grunt, Coram practically fell on top of Leanne in a fit of ecstasy and screwed her
furiously into a shattering, shared orgasm that left them breathless and gasping.
They ended up in a tangle of limbs in which they kissed wet, sucking kisses. Their hands found each other’s privates and played with them. “You feel so good,” Leanne said around the slurping of his lips and his tongue on her mouth. “So good.”
“You’re so wet down there,” he said, nibbling at her chin. “So nice to slip into. I want you to ride me.” He shifted onto his back, letting his prong slide from her fingers and present itself to her, standing at attention at his crotch. “Climb on. Ride me.”
And she did. Leanne straddled him as he had done her, but below the waist,
bringing her pubis to his standing prong. She sat there on him and took it in her hand, and played it back and forth on her pubic hair, making it strain in her grasp. A look of sweet torture came over him. “Put it in you,” he groaned. “I want to do it from under you.”
Leanne granted Coram’s request again, lifting herself up and angling his log to point into her slick, wet opening, then descending on him and sheathing his cylinder inside her. They moaned together at this rejoining of their bodies. “Come down here,” he grunted feverishly. “Give me your boobs.” She leaned down onto him, and he groped her breasts, while at the same time, he put the soles of his feet together and formed a bow with his legs, and with that bow, he aimed the mighty weapon of his maleness up into her and thrust hard.
Coram slammed his piece up into her with such passionate force that she swore she could feel it in her bones. She whimpered on top of him, letting him squeeze her breasts and pinch the stones of her nipples, while rocketing his shaft up into her, screwing away from beneath and making her body and the bed both shudder. Their moans mingled in the air from his rocking and bucking under her and the relentless upward thrust of his piston in her wetness. As his pleasure built up, Coram took a hand from one of her breasts and sent it to find the little handle of her ecstasy down where he was pumping.
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