Lady_Gamer
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Alexandria stood before Will, her posture that of a trained noble lady. There was no tension in the shoulders that were held back to maintain a perfectly aligned spine - a stance which countered the weight of her generous breasts and allowed for an ideal center of balance. Silently, she watched as her companion climbed to his feet.
He stood before her, his hands slowly moving to her hips. She felt his fingers curling around the material of her panties, a silken arrangement with painstakingly intricate thread-work. While she was, at present, nothing more than a lesser, landless noble, she still retained some items of luxury that demonstrated her House's former glory.
The woman stared into Will's eyes as he slowly pulled the last of her garments from her form. He need only to clear her hips, bringing the fabric onto her thighs, to allow the material to fall of it's own accord. Once fully exposed, Alex gave the man several moments to take in the sight of her well manicured mound - only a vertical strip of hair remained an inch above her lips, the rest appearing to be freshly removed.
Gods, she wanted to kiss him. To beg him to take her, to swear loyalty to him. She knew, though, that such things were just as likely to cause the man distress rather than joy. It was an impossible feat to convince Will that he was deserving of her love - and now certainly wasn't the time. Alex wasn't willing to risk bringing reality around to their present circumstances...she didn't want Will to think so much as she wanted him to feel.
She sank to her knees before him. The feel of the roof beneath her only briefly reminded her that the lovers were fully exposed in the night air, the moonlight illuminating their flesh just enough for an onlooker to glimpse their nudity. Alex didn't care. If someone saw - if they could even identify the parties involved - perhaps she would be shamed. And then? Will would have no reason fight against his love for her. She could openly admit to the world that she loved a bastard...and he, hopefully, would be able to accept her as an equal. Disgrace was the least of the woman's worries.
For now, she need only focus on pleasing him. She knew she was exploiting a weakness of the man - that he may never allow something like this to happen again. He worried far too much about her honor, the name of House Vaelyn. She needed to give him a reason to just...let go of his calculated mind.
She leaned forward, lightly grasping his cock at it's base. A hot breath rolled over his sensitive flesh just moments before her lips opened to slip his glistening crown into her mouth. Her tongue traveled around his tip. Alex's alternate hand reached between her own thighs, a finger rubbing against her swollen, wanting clit. A moan emerged from her throat. Her eyes cast themselves up the man's towering, impressive form. The edges of her lips lifted slightly before she began to take more of his length into her maw. She continued to use a hand against herself as she pressed her face into Will's lap, causing for continued muffled cries of pleasure to vibrate against his flesh.
Feeling his massive cock nudge against the back of her throat, Alex reversed her motion. She wanted to devour his length in entirety - but she realized that she'd need to take it slow, lest she force herself to gag. A prospect that didn't overly concern her, were it not for worry that Will would find such a reaction unenchanting. For now, she would steadily work at finding a suitable rhythm as she eagerly sucked on his steely rod, her tongue massaging the underside of his manhood with every passing motion. Her hand would move in conjunction with her mouth, tightening only slightly as she pulled towards her face. She wanted nothing more in the world than to feel his hot seed spilling into her throat. Well. The only thing she wanted more was to cause the man to lose control - whether it resulted in him brutishly fucking her face or otherwise. Anything that would make her feel as if she was being claimed as his; to prove that Will desired such unlady-like conduct of his closest friend.
He stood before her, his hands slowly moving to her hips. She felt his fingers curling around the material of her panties, a silken arrangement with painstakingly intricate thread-work. While she was, at present, nothing more than a lesser, landless noble, she still retained some items of luxury that demonstrated her House's former glory.
The woman stared into Will's eyes as he slowly pulled the last of her garments from her form. He need only to clear her hips, bringing the fabric onto her thighs, to allow the material to fall of it's own accord. Once fully exposed, Alex gave the man several moments to take in the sight of her well manicured mound - only a vertical strip of hair remained an inch above her lips, the rest appearing to be freshly removed.
Gods, she wanted to kiss him. To beg him to take her, to swear loyalty to him. She knew, though, that such things were just as likely to cause the man distress rather than joy. It was an impossible feat to convince Will that he was deserving of her love - and now certainly wasn't the time. Alex wasn't willing to risk bringing reality around to their present circumstances...she didn't want Will to think so much as she wanted him to feel.
She sank to her knees before him. The feel of the roof beneath her only briefly reminded her that the lovers were fully exposed in the night air, the moonlight illuminating their flesh just enough for an onlooker to glimpse their nudity. Alex didn't care. If someone saw - if they could even identify the parties involved - perhaps she would be shamed. And then? Will would have no reason fight against his love for her. She could openly admit to the world that she loved a bastard...and he, hopefully, would be able to accept her as an equal. Disgrace was the least of the woman's worries.
For now, she need only focus on pleasing him. She knew she was exploiting a weakness of the man - that he may never allow something like this to happen again. He worried far too much about her honor, the name of House Vaelyn. She needed to give him a reason to just...let go of his calculated mind.
She leaned forward, lightly grasping his cock at it's base. A hot breath rolled over his sensitive flesh just moments before her lips opened to slip his glistening crown into her mouth. Her tongue traveled around his tip. Alex's alternate hand reached between her own thighs, a finger rubbing against her swollen, wanting clit. A moan emerged from her throat. Her eyes cast themselves up the man's towering, impressive form. The edges of her lips lifted slightly before she began to take more of his length into her maw. She continued to use a hand against herself as she pressed her face into Will's lap, causing for continued muffled cries of pleasure to vibrate against his flesh.
Feeling his massive cock nudge against the back of her throat, Alex reversed her motion. She wanted to devour his length in entirety - but she realized that she'd need to take it slow, lest she force herself to gag. A prospect that didn't overly concern her, were it not for worry that Will would find such a reaction unenchanting. For now, she would steadily work at finding a suitable rhythm as she eagerly sucked on his steely rod, her tongue massaging the underside of his manhood with every passing motion. Her hand would move in conjunction with her mouth, tightening only slightly as she pulled towards her face. She wanted nothing more in the world than to feel his hot seed spilling into her throat. Well. The only thing she wanted more was to cause the man to lose control - whether it resulted in him brutishly fucking her face or otherwise. Anything that would make her feel as if she was being claimed as his; to prove that Will desired such unlady-like conduct of his closest friend.
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