"Trust me, Arne. It's going to feel incredible," Arthur urged softly, running his thumbs over her flushed cheeks to coax her. "You're going to love what it does to you."
Lady Arne still looked deeply skeptical, her brow furrowed in utter bewilderment. As it turned out, thousands of years of ancient realm traditions hadn't exactly included modern intimacy.
"A manhood placed inside a maiden's mouth?" she murmured, her voice carrying a blend of shock and severe noble skepticism. "It is entirely unheard of! What sort of profane debauchery is this?"
Arthur couldn't help but sigh, resting his forehead lightly against hers with a wry smirk.
The literal hazards of teaching an ancient warrior new tricks, he thought, amused by the clash between legendary knightly dignity and modern desires.
"Look, I know it sounds wild to you right now," Arthur said, his hand dropping to rest gently on her waist as he pulled her closer, his voice low and persuasive. "Think of it as a battle technique. You trust my command in the field, right? Trust me on this, too. Just let me guide you, and if you hate it, we'll stop."
Lady Arne stared into his eyes, searching his expression. The initial shock in her gaze slowly melted into a soft, yieldingly dark curiosity.
"Very well, my Liege," she whispered, her chest heaving as she lowered herself to her knees before him, her eyes locking onto his with absolute surrender. "If it is your command, I shall master this... debauchery."
Arthur grinned, his eyes darkening as he offered himself to her.
"Go ahead," he murmured, his voice thick with rising heat. "Feel free to touch it first."
Lady Arne's eyes glistened with a sudden, molten intensity as her knightly reservations completely dissolved. Reaching out with a trembling hand, her fingers delicately closed around his throbbing shaft. The contrast between her calloused, warrior's grip and his sensitive, heat-flushed skin sent a electric jolt straight up his spine.
"It feels so warm, my Liege..." Arne whispered, a slow, intoxicating smile curving her lips as her long fingers began to slide up and down his length, exploring his weight and texture with fascinated precision.
"Agh... yeah, right there," Arthur groaned, his head tilting back as his breath hitched. "You're already doing incredible..."
Slowly, reverently, she brought her lips to the head of his cock, taking him in. She paused the moment he breached her lips, holding him still inside the tight, wet heat of her mouth. She took a moment just to adapt to the sensation, tasting the slick warmth on her tongue and feeling the pulse of his core throbbing against her mouth, letting the sheer intimate reality of the act wash over her.
"Doesn't feel bad, does it?" Arthur rasped, his hands instinctively dropping into her soft hair, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.
Lady Arne opened her eyes, her gaze dark and entirely hazy with a sudden, overwhelming wave of sensation. She let out a muffled, trembling hum against him, her throat vibrating straight through his shaft.
'It's... so warm, Master,' her voice echoed directly into his mind, breathless and filled with a strange, intoxicating wonder. 'It tastes of your mana... of pure heat. I didn't expect... I never imagined it would feel like this in my mouth.'
Slowly and carefully, she began to move. Taking a deep, shuddering breath through her nose, she slid further down his length, drawing him deeper into the wet, velvet heat of her mouth. Because it was her first time, her movements were hesitant, a little clumsy, her teeth lightly grazing him once before she quickly adjusted, using her soft lips to shield him with instinctual care.
She began to experiment, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before establishing a rhythm. She pulled back slowly, only to sink all the way down again, letting her hands grip his thighs for leverage. The feeling of her ancient, proud knight surrendering to something so completely debauched just for him was almost too much for Arthur to handle.
"F-fuck, Arne..." Arthur groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped her hair, his hips giving a slight, involuntary twitch upward. "You're... you're a natural at this..."
The sensation was incredible, the contrast of her tight, fiery mouth, the rhythmic suction, and the absolute submission in her upturned eyes drove his senses into overdrive. Every stroke sent waves of white-hot pleasure shooting straight to his core, threatening to break his composure completely.
'I want to please you, my Liege,' Arne purred through the Soul Link, her pace picking up as she grew more confident, her throat swallowing around him with eager, desperate friction. 'Tell me you love it... tell me I'm doing well for you...'
"You're doing beyond incredible, Arne..." Arthur gasped, his voice tight as his hands guided her head with a firm, rhythmic pressure. "Just like that... don't stop."
Her eyes locked onto his, gleaming with fierce pride at his praise. Driven by the mental validation pulsing through the Soul Link, Lady Arne abandoned all lingering hesitation. She leaned into the task with the same relentless, absolute dedication she brought to the battlefield.
She tightened the suction of her lips, her tongue swirling greedily around his tip every time she pulled back, before taking him as deep into her warm, wet throat as she could manage. A soft, muffled moan escaped her nose, the vibrations of her voice humming straight through his length and sending a fierce shiver straight to Arthur's core.
‘My King...’ her telepathic voice sounded thick, heavy with her own unravelling composure as she worked her mouth over him. ‘Your pleasure... it’s filling my mind. I can feel how good I’m making you feel...’
"F-fuck... Arne, wait—" Arthur groaned, his back arching as a sudden, intense wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen. The sheer combination of her tight, fiery throat, the wet friction, and the overwhelming sensory feedback from her mind was pushing him straight over the edge far faster than he anticipated.
He tightened his grip in her soft hair, holding her still for a brief second as his breathing turned ragged. "Slow down... or I'm going to finish right in your mouth..." Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
Instead of backing off, Lady Arne’s eyes flashed with a dark, triumphant spark. Rather than pulling away, she sank all the way down one last time, sealing her lips tightly against his base and swirling her tongue against the most sensitive spot on his tip.
‘Then give it to me, Master,’ she demanded through the link, her tone a dangerous, breathy command as her hands squeezed his thighs tightly. ‘Pour it all into me. Accept your reward.’
The final thread of Arthur's control completely snapped.
"Ah—fuck, Arne!"
His hips bucked forward, driving deep into the tight, velvet furnace of her mouth as his core erupted. A wave of white-hot pleasure surged through his spine, and he unleashed his seed directly down her throat.
Lady Arne didn't flinch or draw back. Her eyes widened in a second of pure, sensory shock at the sudden burst of intense heat, but she held him firm, her hands digging into his thighs as her throat reflexively swallowed. She took every drop of his release, her tongue pulsing against his sensitive length to draw out every last tremor of his climax.
For a long, panting moment, the small apartment was silent, save for Arthur’s heavy, ragged breathing and the soft, wet sounds of her mouth slowly easing off his lingering erection.
Lady Arne lifted her head slowly, a thin, glistening trail catching the dim light before she swept her tongue over her full lips, tasting him completely. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, radiant crimson, her eyes heavy and dark with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering lust.
"That..." she whispered, her voice a low, raspy purr as she looked up at him from her knees, "was... extraordinary, my Liege."
She swallowed heavily, a intoxicating smirk gracing her face as she leaned her cheek against his thigh. ‘It seems this modern debauchery has its merits after all.’
Arthur ran a trembling hand through his hair, his pulse still hammering in his ears as the sheer intensity of the climax began to settle. He looked down at his breathtaking, ancient knight, a breathless grin breaking across his face.
"I told you," Arthur rasped, reaching down to take her by the waist and pull her up to her feet. "And that was just the appetizer..."
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