A thick, heavy tension hung in the quiet bedroom as Arthur stood facing Lady Arne, his bare skin completely flushed as his erection pulsed hard against his boxers. His mind was a chaotic storm of tactical questions and raw, primal arousal.
Should I take a bath first? Arthur thought, shifting uncomfortably. I probably stink after fighting those monsters, even if it was only for a short time.
"There is absolutely no need for that, my liege," Lady Arne murmured, her voice dripping with a sultry heat. "I love the smell of your sweat. It is the scent of a victor. The smell of a real man."
Arthur blinked, caught entirely off guard. "How did you..." He paused, the realization slamming into him. Oh. The Soul Link. I must have accidentally broadcasted my thoughts straight to her through the telepathic bridge without realizing it.
"It is perfectly fine, my liege," she said, stepping closer until the cold edge of her golden breastplate brushed against his bare chest. "I have missed the scent of a true warrior for over a millennium. Feeling you smell like this... it only makes me more aroused."
Arthur's eyebrows shot up. Right. I totally forgot she's a thousand-year-old legendary summon. Chronologically, she's probably the same age as my great-great-great-great-grandmother.
He took a shameless glance at her flawless, unblemished skin and her incredibly tight, youthful body. But she looks like she's barely my age. A thousand years old or not, there's no way in hell I'm backing down now.
Stepping fully into her personal space, Arthur locked his gaze onto hers. "Let me help you take off your armor."
Lady Arne's eyes widened, and she subtly tensed. "Oh, no, my liege. It is my eternal duty to serve you, not the other way around. I cannot possibly allow you to strip away my gear. I am your servant."
Arthur looked deep into her ocean-blue eyes. In that single moment, the weak, overlooked boy everyone at school ignored completely vanished. The raw authority of a true Bronze-tier Summoner took his place.
"You are my summon, Arne, and you earned my absolute respect in that dungeon today," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a firm, commanding tone. "I am helping you out of this armor. That is my official command as your Lord."
A sudden, intense flash of submission and raw desire flared in Lady Arne's eyes. She clearly hadn't expected her master to assert his dominance so completely, and the sudden display of authority left her visibly breathless.
With a soft, surrendered sigh, her posture relaxed. "As you command... my liege." This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
Arthur moved behind her, the proximity making his heart hammer against his ribs. He started by carefully lifting the heavy, ornate golden helmet off her head. As it came away, a cascade of silky hair fell down her back, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance that drove him crazy. He reached down to the heavy iron latches, his fingers tracing the cold metal as he slowly began loosening the leather straps on her back, preparing to unveil the goddess hidden beneath the steel.
As Arthur unlatched the heavy side plates, the golden breastplate came away with a soft metallic thud, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her shoulders and back.
"Ah... you are remarkably thorough, my liege," Lady Arne murmured, her breath hitching as the cool air of the bedroom hit her bare skin. "The way your hands trace the straps... it feels far more deliberate than any armor maintenance I have ever experienced. If you handle your blade with such possessive grip, no wonder that beast fell so easily."
"I'm just trying not to break the expensive legendary gear," Arthur muttered, though his hands were slightly trembling. He unbuckled the hip guards next, letting the heavy tassets clatter to the floor. "And honestly, you're the one talking like a high-tier succubus right now."
"A Paladin merely speaks the truth of her heart," she gasped softly as the greaves were removed, leaving her standing in nothing but a sheer, form-fitting undergarment that did absolutely nothing to hide her curves. With a casual shrug, she slipped out of the final layer, stepping completely out of her armor.
Arthur froze, the breath completely leaving his lungs.
She stood before him entirely naked under the dim moonlight filtering through his window. Her body was a flawless masterpiece of warrior conditioning, slender but toned, with a narrow waist that flared out into full, rounded hips. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, full and heavy with dark, erect nipples that rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Lower down, a light patch of blonde hair rested above a remarkably neat, pink, and glistening pussy that was already visibly wet from her arousal.
"Holy shit," Arthur blurted out, his filter completely failing. "The history books omitted the most important detail about ancient summons. You're fucking gorgeous, Arne."
Lady Arne giggled, the sound rich and delighted as she looked down at his blatant reaction. "Does the view please the Lord? Or does the ancient lineage intimidate you?"
"Intimidate? Please, I've seen enough internet culture to know a goddess when I see one," Arthur joked, trying to hide how fast his heart was hammering. He reached down, grabbed the waistband of his boxers, and stripped them off in one fluid motion, letting his fully erect, pulsing cock spring free into the open air.
Arne's eyes instantly dropped, her gaze locking onto his length with a sudden, hungry intensity that made her swallow hard. The playful teasing vanished from her face, replaced by a deep, flushed desire. This story is hosted at novelping . com.
"My..." she whispered, stepping forward until the tips of her soft breasts brushed against his bare chest, her wet warmth pressing close to his thigh. "It seems my liege is more than ready to conquer this domain as well."
Arthur wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The sensation of her smooth, naked skin rubbing against his bare body was entirely electric.
"I told you, I always keep my promises," Arthur whispered, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, fierce kiss. Arne let out a soft, surrendered whimper, her mouth parting instantly to welcome his tongue. She tasted sweet, but her kiss was wild and aggressive, her hands clawing at his shoulders and burying themselves into his hair. She was pulling him closer, desperately trying to meld her body into his.
They staggered backward toward the bed, their lips never parting until Arthur's knees hit the mattress. He tumbled onto the sheets, dragging her down on top of him.
Arne broke the kiss, panting heavily as she straddled his hips. Her heavy, beautiful breasts swayed right above his face, the dark nipples practically begging for his attention. Arthur reached up, wrapping his hands around the soft, full mounds, squeezing them firmly.
"Ah...! Yes, my liege... just like that," Arne cried out, arching her back as a shiver ran through her entire frame. "I wanted you to do this so badly in the middle of that dungeon. Squeeze them harder."
"You really are a degenerate, aren't you?" Arthur chuckled hoarsely, but he did exactly what she asked. He kneeled up slightly and took one of her rigid nipples into his mouth, sucking on it deeply while his thumb ran circles over the other.
"Mnnnh! Ah!" Arne threw her head back, her fingers digging into the mattress as Arthur worshiped her chest. She began to rhythmically roll her hips, rubbing her soaking wet pussy directly against his rigid, throbbing cock. The friction was pure torture for both of them. Arthur could feel the scorching, slippery heat of her center soaking into his skin.
"Lord Arthur... please," she begged, abandoning the formal "my liege" entirely as the raw lust took over. her ocean-blue eyes were completely dilated, glazed over with pleasure. "I want you inside me. Take me now. Claim your reward."
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