R 18
Myranda's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire as she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her touch light and teasing. "You're just a boy, aren't you? So serious, so duty-bound. Let me show you what you're missing. How good is your sword play, my lord? Can you handle more than just a blade?"
She began to slowly undress, her movements deliberate and sensual, each piece of clothing revealing more of her voluptuous body. The silk gown slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Artys's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, it had been a moon since his last visit to Marei and Chataya . His body responding despite his best efforts to maintain control, especially as her large, firm breasts spilled out, begging for his attention.
Myranda leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and inviting. "You've just come from a battle, my lord. Let me, your loyal vassal, serve you. Let me ease your tensions and show you the true meaning of pleasure."
She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her touch light and teasing, sending shivers of anticipation through his body. Her lips found his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent his senses reeling.
"You're so tense, my lord," she murmured, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Let me help you relax."
Myranda dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls, her touch light and teasing, drawing out his pleasure with each stroke and caress. She blew gently on his sensitive flesh, sending shivers down his spine, before spitting a thick, viscous stream of saliva onto his cock and balls, her eyes never leaving his, a mix of dominance and desire in her gaze.
"Myranda..." Artys gasped, his body trembling with anticipation and desire, his hips bucking slightly as she continued her ministrations, her touch expert and knowing, drawing out his pleasure with each stroke and caress.
She took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in unison to please him, her suction strong and insistent, drawing out his pleasure with each stroke. Artys groaned, his hands finding their way into her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held her close, his body pressing against hers, the heat of their connection a blazing inferno.
As he reached the brink of orgasm, Myranda pulled away, a cruel, teasing smile on her lips. "Not yet, my lord. We have all night. Let's make this last." Spit dribbled from her chin but she continued with her ministrations taking his balls in her mouth slathering them spit while her softs hands stroke his member.
Finally, when Artys was a trembling, gasping mess, begging for release, Myranda took mercy on him. "Fuck me, my lord. Show me what a fierce falcon you are."
And with that, she straddled him, her body taking him deep, her hips grinding and bucking, taking his cock deep inside her cunt , her moans of pleasure filling the air as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, lost in a dance of raw, primal desire, Artys finally giving in and taking control, his body claiming hers with each thrust, each stroke.
. He tore a length of silk from his sheets , the fabric soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment.
Myranda watched him, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and submission, her breath hitching as he approached her. "What are you doing, my lord?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper, laced with desire and a hint of trepidation.
Artys said nothing, his actions speaking louder than words as he gently but firmly tied her wrists together, the silk binding her with a mix of restraint and care. He then blindfolded her, the fabric soft obscuring her vision and heightening her other senses.
"Artys..." Myranda murmured, her voice a low, pleading whisper as he secured the blindfold, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. "What do you have in store for me?"
Artys leaned in close, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring and tasting, drawing out her moans of pleasure. As he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Patience, my lady. All will be revealed in time."
He guided her to the bed, his hands firm and knowing, exploring her body with a mix of tenderness and dominance. Myranda lay back, her body a vision of temptation, her curves inviting and her skin flushed with desire. Artys began to explore her, his lips and tongue tracing patterns on her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
He started at her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, his teeth nipping gently, He trailed kisses down her collarbone, his hands roaming over her body, his touch expert and knowing, drawing out her pleasure with each stroke and caress.
As he reached her breasts, he captured a nipple between his teeth, nipping and sucking, drawing out her moans of pleasure. His hands continued their exploration, teasing and exploring, tracing patterns on her skin that sent waves of desire coursing through her.
Artys continued his descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach, his hands pushing her legs apart, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh as he began to lick and tease, his tongue flicking out to taste and explore, drawing out her pleasure with each stroke and caress.
Myranda moaned, her body tensing with pleasure as Artys continued his expert ministrations, his tongue and fingers working in unison to drive her wild. He found her clit, his tongue swirling and teasing, drawing out her pleasure with each stroke and caress, his fingers exploring her depths, searching for that hidden spot that would send her over the edge.
As he found her G-spot, Myranda's body tensed, her hips bucking as waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans filling the air. Artys continued to finger and lick, his touch was drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, gasping mess, her body sated and satisfied, lost in the dance of pleasure and the intoxicating allure of Artys' touch.
As she came down from her high, Artys pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire. Myranda lying there, her body flushed and sated. "Open your mouth, my lady," Artys commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl Myranda complied, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing as she began to suck and lick, her suction strong and insistent, drawing out his pleasure with each stroke and caress. Artys groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair, holding her close as he claimed her, his body pressing against hers,
He pushed her head down, his hands firm and insistent, guiding her to his balls. "Lick them," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Show me how much you want me. Beg for my cum."
Myranda complied, her tongue flicking out to lick and tease, her lips and teeth gently exploring the sensitive flesh, her hands exploring his thighs, her touch light and teasing. Artys groaned, his body tensing with pleasure as she continued her ministrations, her tongue and fingers working in unison to drive him wild.
Finally, when Artys was a trembling, gasping mess, begging for release, he took mercy on her. "Cum for me, my lord," Myranda whispered, her voice a low, pleading murmur. "Let me taste you. Let me feel you spill into my mouth."
And with that, he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed into her waiting mouth. Myranda swallowed eagerly, her throat working as she took every last drop, her eyes locked on his, a mix of satisfaction and devotion in her gaze. Myranda lay on the bed exhausted sore but satisfied.