Her Vision ~Closed~

Her hands stroked up her own body. She paused at her breasts as she cupped them, but only briefly. Her eyes were fixed on her Knights as her hands moved up to stroke her neck. She closed her eyes as her neck arched backwards. “Strip me.” She said coldly as she smiled.

Her hand stroked his cheek once more, her nails slightly grazed across his lips until her index and middle finger rested in his mouth. Her other hand had focused on his concealed cock, she had began to play with his balls through the cloth. She pinched, stroked and massaged him, savouring every second until she finally saw it.

Her shoulders were finally free, and they were as pale as the rest of her body. Her blonde hair slowly slid down her shoulders slightly stimulating her bare skin.
 
He flinched as he felt her hand working more vigorously over his member, this time aiming lower to caress his balls, the exquisitive and new feeling ticklish at the same time that it was arousing. So far, Gilles sneered, the exchange had been for the best. He wanted her so much.

He started to work down to strip her undergarments, beggining over her clothing over her bodice, unmaking it's simple leashed, and tearing it away with utmost care, staring down at his Lady's chest with delight.
 
Her hair slid gently over her nipples. She hadn’t got large breasts, but her C’s were big enough to keep her toys satisfied. Her hand felt more adventurous as it creeper into his cloth. She felt his cock throbbing, he ached for her touch. She could sense that from the sight of her breasts, and her strokes becoming faster that he would climax soon.

“Lick them.” She purred as she removed her fingers from his tongue, and slowly started to massage her nipple with his sweet saliva. Her strokes began to get slower but rougher, she still couldn’t see it through the cloth, but it felt amazing, she could feel herself become even more aroused as she felt the precum oozing out of his throbbing staff.
 
Gilles felt as she would bring him to heaven only by her hands. However, during the many cicles of his knighthood, to hold one's climax was one of the duties of his Order. After all, prohibited to the pleasures of flesh, there were many ways to avoid a demon of pleasure's claiming of your soul. His member ached, pulsating, as the Witch's touch got rougher, but slower, her every stroke weakening his legs.

Closing into Tabitha, he lowered his face in order to kiss and lick her nipples, feeling then harden as she felt aroused as well. That turned him more than satisfied, for he was making his Queen happy as well. Lowering his hands, still, he stripped her last piece, the cloth that concealed her hips and ass, finally having his Lady in her naked glory before him.
 
She was stripped naked, and she smiled as the knight saw his first naked woman. How fortunate he was that this woman was a goddess to most. She removed her hand from his cock and stepped back from him, careful not to let it explode, and slowly she stroked up and down her crotch . She had trimmed herself, always leaving a small bit of hair above her clit.

She looked at him as she sat on the bed with her legs spread wide. “You’ve never seen one before, have you my knight?” She cooed as she fondled herself. She was wet, she was having too much fun toying with him. “Such a poor unfortunate boy you are. Never being able to stroke one… lick one… fuck one.” She smiled. “Let me teach you, child.” Her thumb began to stroke her clit softly in a circular motion, her eyes fixed on his as she savoured each moment with the virgin.
 
His Lady was gorgeous. The most beautiful goddess he had ever witnessed in her full, naked majesty, so terrible yet so seductive that Gilles had never thought that he could be so close to her without basking in glee and submission.

At long last, quietly, Gilles knelt, both angered and flattered by Tabitha's words, her seductive low voice making him almost mad with desire. He lusted for her so much that he even considered pouncing savagely over her, forcing her... but he recognized his innexperience.

"Lead me, Mistress."
 
“Kneel.” She commanded as her legs spread for him. “This is the clitoris…, it’s very important that you’re gentle when you touch it.” She purred. “Massage it…, kiss it, lick it.” She stroked down her entrance. “Start here, and slowly move up gently… until you reach the clit…” She stroked his delicate face. Her words were enticing, she allowed each word to roll off her tongue.

“Kiss alongside my thighs as well, nibble, tease me with your tongue…,” She brought his hand to her pussy, allowing him to feel her excitement. She took his index finger and his middle finger and slowly started to stroke her pussy through him. She then lowered them, positioning his fingers within her. She moaned softly as he entered and she bit down on her lower lip.

“It’s important, child.” She moaned as she closed her eyes. “That you pay attention to the entire body…, my thighs, my clit, my breasts, my hips…”
 
To be under the command of such an experienced sorceress, a woman so gorgeous and so powerful was more soothing than frightening, after all. Gilles revelled in it, to have her trully leading him in order to sate both his and her desires.

Kneeling before her spread out legs, his fingers still probing into Tabitha's womanhood, Gilles lowered himself, laying prostated before the Witch. Kissing at her inner thighs, at first, one hand wandering to her tummy, lowering her frame towards the sheets as he started to wander his tongue around her region. At last, he decided to service her properly. Taking his fingers away, he embraced her waist by enlacing his arms under her thighs, joining his callous hands over her belly.

Lowering his face, he finally took upon the deep scent of her arousal, licking at her labia and kissing her entrance with great gusto, waving his head up and down, finally sucking and nibbling at her clit.
 
Tabitha moaned silently as she closed her mouth. Her hands stroked the back of hair, roughly pulling on him whenever he hit the right spot. “Good boy. Good boy.” She stroked behind his ears as she complimented his tongue and kisses.
 
Literally, Gilles dived his face against Tabitha's womanhood as she pulled him closer, pulling back her entire body against his head through her wide enough hips, working all over her genitalia with great eagerness to please her, his hands wandering over her frame, gently caressing the lower part of her breasts.
 
The witch couldn’t refuse anymore. She pushed the knight away coldly, smiling darkly as she backed up against the top of the bed. She wanted to see it, his trobbing cock that ached for her. The manhood that belonged to her, that begged for her touch, that cried for her name. She needed it inside her. “Lie down.” she instructed with a hint of malice in her tone . “And let me see it…”
 
"The Mistress' will is my command." Gilles said, laying down and with a long, elaborated motion, he threw the last piece of his clothing away, it's colour stained in the blood of the innocents that he had scythed. Innocents? There were no such think in this world. "I hope to be pleasant for my Queen."
 
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