The sheer tightness of her warmth clamped around him, burying him so deeply into her slick heat that Arthur had to bite back a low groan. He held himself completely still for a second, letting her body adapt to the sudden, overwhelming stretch of his length.
"Fuck, Arne... you are incredibly tight," Arthur rasped, his voice thick with raw friction.
Arne let out a long, trembling cry, her eyes snapping shut as her head thrashed back against the pillows. Her entire body shivered from the sudden, profound fullness. For the first time in over a thousand years, the ancient, dormant core of her being was being violently awoken by a man's touch.
Slowly, Arthur drew his hips back until he was nearly at her threshold, before sliding all the way back in with a long, unhurried stroke. He made sure she felt every single inch of his pulsing thickness, stretching her slick walls to their absolute limit.
"Ah...! Oh god, Lord Arthur..." Arne moaned, her voice breaking as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her. Her fingers sank deeply into the muscles of his back, her sharp nails scratching against his skin as she desperately pulled him down harder into her chest. "It's so deep... you're filling me completely."
"You like that, don't you?" Arthur whispered against her neck, finding a rhythm.
He picked up the pace, shifting from those slow, agonizingly deep stretches to firm, rhythmic thrusts. The wet, messy sound of their bodies slapping together began to echo through the quiet bedroom, a heavy squelch accompanying every plunge as he churned through her overflowing wetness. Arne's hips began to instinctively match his movements, bucking upward with a desperate hunger to meet every downward strike.
The friction was agonizingly good. Every time Arthur thrust forward, his pelvis slammed against her clitoris, sending jolts of lightning straight to her core.
"Yes! Right there! Harder, my liege, please... fuck me harder!" Arne cried out shamelessly, her sophisticated Paladin demeanor completely shattered. Her toned thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him into her as she begged for more.
Arthur obliged, gripping her hips with bruising force and driving into her with brutal, relentless power. The bed creaked violently under the assault. Arne's heavy breasts bounced wildly with every heavy stroke, her pink lips parted as she gasped for air, entirely consumed by the raw, dominant rhythm of her master.
Lady Arne reached up, wrapping her slender arms around the back of Arthur's neck, and violently pulled him down into a deep, bruising, lustful kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth, exploring with an aggressive, desperate hunger that completely mirrored the frantic rhythm of their lower bodies. Their fingers intertwined, locking tight as the boundary between master and summon completely dissolved in the heat of the sheets.
But as the friction built to a fever pitch, a sudden wave of panic hit Arthur's brain.
He wasn't a virgin, of course, but his track record wasn't exactly legendary. In his eighteen years of life, he had only ever had sex twice, and both times had been brief, clumsy encounters a long time ago. He was nowhere near accustomed to the overwhelming, hyper-sensitive stimulation of an ancient, hyper-fit Paladin squeezing his cock.
Within seconds, he felt a crushing, electric pressure building up at the base of his spine. The point of no return was rushing toward him like a freight train.
Shit, not yet, he panicked.
Arne let out a desperate, disappointed whimper at the sudden loss of his warmth, her hips instinctively bucking upward into empty air. She opened her glazed, heavily dilated eyes, panting like a marathon runner as she looked up at him in confusion. A thick, glistening thread of her arousal coat his pulsing shaft, glistening under the moonlight.
"Lord Arthur...?" she gasped, her voice trembling, her thighs still trembling from the interruption. "Why did you stop? Did I... did I do something wrong, my liege?"
Arthur sat back on his knees, taking deep breaths to try and cool the raging fire in his groin. He looked down at her, completely flushed, messy blonde hair splayed across his pillows, her beautiful breasts heaving, and her glistening pussy completely open and dripping onto the sheets.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Arne," Arthur managed to chuckle hoarsely, rubbing a hand over his face to hide his slight embarrassment. "In fact, you're doing it a little too right. If I kept going for another three seconds, the battle would have been over, and your Lord would have suffered a very humiliating defeat."
Arne blinked, the words registering in her pleasure-fried brain. Suddenly, a deeply amused, incredibly sultry smile spread across her face. The realization that she held that much power over her otherwise commanding master clearly thrilled her.
She dragged herself up onto her elbows, her heavy breasts swaying beneath his gaze. "Oh? So the great summoner is overwhelmed by his vanguard?" she teased, her tone dripping with affectionate malice as she crawled toward him like a predator. "We cannot have that, my liege. A proper commander must always finish the campaign."
She reached out, her soft, warm hand wrapping around the base of his throbbing length, gently stroking the pre-cum over the head. Arthur gritted his teeth, his toes curling at the touch.
"Lie back," Arne whispered, her eyes burning with a sudden, dominant spark as she gently pushed his chest back onto the mattress. "If my liege cannot pace himself, then allow your servant to take the lead. I will make sure we both cross the finish line together."
Arthur didn't argue. He fell back against the pillows, his breath catching in his throat as Arne slid her body up over his thighs.
She stood on her knees above him, her magnificent breasts framed perfectly by the moonlight. With a slow movement, she reached down and guided the swollen head of his cock back against her dripping, sensitive folds. She paused there for a second, looking down at him with a gaze so heavy with raw lust it made his blood boil.
"Watch me," she whispered.
With a soft, ragged gasp, she lowered her hips.
Arthur gritted his teeth as she slowly swallowed him back down, inch by agonizing inch, until her wet warmth slammed flush against his pelvis. The sheer depth of the penetration made her throw her head back, a long, trembling moan escaping her parted lips as her internal muscles tightly convulsed around his shaft.
Instead of the frantic, chaotic pace from before, Arne rode him with a cruel, agonizingly slow rhythm. She lifted herself up until she was nearly slipping off the tip, then dropped her full weight back down, grinding her pelvis against his in a tight, circular motion. The friction on his clitoris and his shaft was direct, intense, and completely intoxicating.
"Ah... fuck, Arne..." Arthur groaned, his hands instinctively flying up to grip her rounded hips, trying to control the devastating pace.
"Do you like this, my liege?" she gasped, her upper body swaying as she picked up speed, the squelching sound of their fluids filling the quiet room. Her heavy breasts bounced beautifully before his eyes. "Does this... keep you in the fight?"
"You're killing me," Arthur managed to laugh hoarsely, but the edge of over-sensitivity was fading, replaced by a deep, rolling stamina. His hands slid from her hips up to her ribs, squeezing the soft fullness of her breasts as she rode him harder.
Arne's pace grew frantic. She abandoned the slow grinds, throwing her head back as her blonde hair whipped around her face. She was slamming down on him now, her inner walls tightening into an inescapable vice with every single drop of her hips. The pleasure was becoming too much for her to pace herself either; her breath came in short, desperate hitches, and her skin was slick with a fine layer of sweat.
"Lord Arthur....I'm... it's too much! I'm going to...!" she cried out, her eyes tightly shut as she hit her absolute limit.
Sensing the end, Arthur's primal instincts took over. He locked his grip on her waist, stopping her upward movement, and violently bucked his hips upward, driving himself as deep into her core as physically possible.
That final, heavy thrust sent Arne over the edge. A loud, breathless scream tore from her throat as her pussy violently spasmed, clamping down on his cock in a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions that completely shattered Arthur's remaining restraint.
"Fuck....Arne!"
Arthur white-knuckled her hips and let out a low growl as he blew his load deep inside her. He surged upward twice more, pumping wave after wave of thick, hot semen straight against her cervix. Arne collapsed forward onto his chest, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as her climax rippled through her, her internal muscles milking every last drop out of him.
They lay there in the quiet dark for a long time, the only sound the heavy, ragged gasps of their breathing as the intense heat of the moment slowly began to cool.
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