“So, rather than live in luxury in Tia Vashil, you want to go off and risk your life just so you can get your magic back?”
“What other options are there?”
“You can stay here, with me,” said Kiera.
“As what? An ex-Sorcerer? The thief who stole the Lady vai Ullan’s heart? Who ruined her betrothal and chance to become Exarch?”
“It’d make a great song,” said Kiera.
“I don’t think I’m song material, Kiera.”
“You’re a fool, Pol. You made an army out of clay. You battled a necromancer and lived. You helped rescue a princess, then you rescued an entire village from the grasp of the Dragon Clan. You saved the Exarch’s daughter from an evil knight. How’s that not the stuff of songs?”
“I was there. It wasn’t that heroic. I was mostly afraid I’d shit myself.”
“I was there, too. It was plenty heroic.”
She leaned in close to him, her breath hot in his ear.
“And I was mostly afraid you’d shit yourself as well.”
He went to smack her bottom and she laughed, catching his wrist and spinning away from him, pulling him after her. Suddenly they were standing in front of the mirror again, Pol’s hands on her waist.
She caught his gaze in the glass.
“Even if you go, you don’t have to leave tomorrow.”
“I can’t stay another day, Kiera. It’s just... too...” He grasped for the right word, something that conveyed the enormity of his emotions. “...hard,” he finished, weakly.
She gazed into his eyes again.
“Stay here with me.”
“You’re going to marry Tau,” he said. “You’re going to be made Exarch after your father, and you’re going to have a lot of children, maybe one of whom will be worthy to wear the armor their mother did.”
“Urggh,” said Kiera, grabbing his chin and wagging it.
“I don’t mean stay here with me forever,” she said. “I mean, stay here with me tonight.”
“I don’t think...”
Before Pol could finish the thought though, Kiera had spun around in his arms, pulling his head to hers, kissing him as hard as she could, determined to keep him as close as possible. Kiera reached behind her, finding the thin, tight laces that held the back of her dress together and undoing them, the stiff fabric sinking down as the tension of her dress gave way. She grabbed Pol’s hands, bringing them up her body to her chest, gasping as his thumbs rubbed across her nipples. Pol moaned into her mouth.
Her hands ran down his chest, attempting to undo the buttons on his shirt as quickly as possible, missing two or three in the process, getting frustrated and tearing the rest free, making him shed the wreckage. She found his belt and ripped it away, then pulled the laces out of his breeches.
When she fished a hand inside his pants, he was already deliciously hard, her fingers sliding along the soft skin, feeling every ridge just under the surface. She pushed on his waistband, sending the cloth piling over his boots.
Pol groaned again and she bit his lower lip, pumping his cock just slightly harder.
“Hells and dragon’s bells, I love how hard you get when I touch you,” she muttered at him.
“I’ve been this way since I saw you in that dress,” he said.
Kiera kissed him again, one hand embedding itself in his hair while the other kept a firm grip on his cock. He tweaked the nipples before kneading each heavy breast, feeling the hard nubs in the middle of his palms. Kiera’s back arched, filling his hands more.
He gripped her waist, spinning her around, his hand pushing down her bare back so she gripped the sides of the mirror. Pol squatted down behind her, lifting her skirt so it bunched over her back, peeling her underwear down her long legs. He tugged on her ankle, and she stepped free of the lace panties she’d been wearing.
Pol’s nose pressed up against the folds of her pussy, and she could feel the crook from where it’d been broken, could feel the slight change in the wind as he breathed her scent in deep. She pressed back against him.
“Oh, Vash damn!” she cried as his tongue slipped out, stroking down her cunt to her clit, giving the prominent button a careful teasing. Pol cupped her ass, squeezing each buttock in his hands, before running them down the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart for better access. His chin pushed up against her clit as he licked, Kiera’s grasp on the mirror tightening, feeling his tongue exploring her, pushing into her pussy, making her body burn with pleasure. His lower lip closed around the tip of her clit, and she felt the pressure as he sucked softly at it, then groaned as he flitted his tongue across it.
When she looked down in the mirror, she could see Pol’s body, squatting between her wide-splayed legs, one of his hands working his magnificent cock. His tongue was still lashing her clit and she shook at little, her back arching up.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck me,” she begged him, and she had to admit that she was begging, not commanding like she usually did with her partners. Pol didn’t seem to notice, rising to his feet in a hurry to satisfy her, the head of his cock pushing up at the entrance to her pussy, wet and slick from his tongue and her need.
“Oh yes!” Kiera urged as she pressed back against him, feeling his hips move to meet hers, his cock splitting her open as it pushed inside her, filling her. She leaned forward, then pushed back again, then once more until her buttocks pressed up against Pol’s crotch and his thighs met hers, his cock as deep in her as it could go, enough that it was on a glorious precipice of pain.
Pol growled at her, his cock beginning to piston in and out of her pussy, his balls slamming against her clit. Kiera’s knuckles were losing their color as she gripped the mirror too hard. Pol reached forward, pulling one arm away behind her back, her body lifting, his cock seeming to penetrate even deeper as he slammed into her.
“Hells!” cried Kiera. She tried to finish the curse, but her words became slurred as pleasure poured through her body, making her shake, Pol’s cock driving into her, his own moans mixing with hers. Her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked her body, her cunt squeezing hard around Pol’s cock, crushing him again and again. His pace wasn’t slowing and when she opened her eyes again she could see the agony on his face as he held himself back.
“The bed,” she whispered.
Pol barely needed to be told, spinning them both around, stepping out of his boots and trousers. He slipped out of her, and she moaned at the emptiness, but only for a moment as he threw her to the bed, so she landed on her elbows, her bottom half hanging off the edge, the skirt of her dress up over her head.
Pol’s thick cock rammed inside her and she screamed into the bed clothes, muffling the noise against the prying ears of the servants, though it seemed a poor thing to remember so late. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly, and she began to walk forward on her elbows until her legs straightened out, Pol’s thrusts dragging him along as well until he was kneeling on the bed over her, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. He bent down, pulling her skirt out of the way to nibble at the back of her ear, kissing her neck. She turned her head and the tips of their tongues danced in a feeble attempt to meet in full, but Kiera didn’t mind. The only thing she could think of was the weight of his body each time he brought it crushing home, the pleasure emanating out of her cunt.
“Oh, fuck, Kiera,” Pol gasped in her ear, and she knew he was close. She reached an arm behind her, holding his neck down as best she could in the awkward angle, his lips hot against her neck.
Pol gave a loud moan and heat filled her pussy, his cock spasming as his cum raced out of him.
“Yes, oh, I love that feeling!” Kiera laughed. “It feels so good, Pol.”
Pol couldn't talk, the motions of his hips seizing up as he came inside her. He ran his hands along her body, pushing her arms up, moaning into her back.
After a moment, he slid out of her, collapsing off to her side onto his back, his head resting on one of her pillows.
“You’re telling me,�
� he managed. Sweat clung to him, and she could feel it cooling on her back.
She grinned at him, crawling up a little more. Pol pulled at the hem of the dress skirt.
“You should take this off before we ruin it.”
“Not the end of the world,” said Kiera. All the same, she undid the clasps at the back, then pulled the dress over her head, tossing it aside. She lifted her feet into the air, deftly discarding her heels with a practiced flick of her wrist before collapsing onto Pol’s chest. He wrapped an arm around her and she reached up a hand to stroke the skin around his nipple.
“Missed me?” she asked. “Got all lonely in the Guild Rock’s infirmary?”
“It’s nice to be able to hold you in my arms,” said Pol. To demonstrate, he lifted his left, where the wound was, and stroked Kiera’s hair, matted with sweat, out of her eyes and behind her ear.
“Mmmm,” agreed Kiera. She ran her hand down his chest, until she found the trail of hair just below his navel, following it down between his legs. His cock had softened somewhat, but not enough. He groaned when she gripped it and gave him a lazy pump. A small bead of cum appeared at the tip, then ran down the slick surface.
“Oh, not again so soon,” he muttered.
“You can manage for me, can’t you?” asked Kiera. She lifted up a little, readjusting, showing off her body for Pol a little, the hand on his cock giving him a more insistent tug. He was hardening in response.
“See, I told you,” she said, before he could answer her. She collapsed down across his thighs, cradling his cock in one hand to hold it upright between herself and Pol’s head. He was watching her, and she held his eye as she kissed the underside of his cock where the shaft met his sac, licking up to the head, which she swirled for a moment before sucking into her mouth. She could taste his cum and her juices on him, and she moaned around him, eking out a moan from Pol in return as the vibrations moved through him.
“Fuck,” Pol said as she began to suck on him harder, taking him further and further, her gaze falling from him as she became enraptured by the thick cock filling her mouth. Pol propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Kiera plunged him in and out of her mouth, her nose pressing into his crotch before she lifted up, sometimes closing just at the top of his cock, sometimes letting the shaft slip out just a little bit before she bobbed her head rapidly along him.
The pressure was building in his cock, and Kiera could tell from the thumb she had pressed around the base. Pol was beginning to shake, his hips raising slightly, pushing into her mouth. Part of her wanted to have him just drive his cock into her mouth over and over until he burst, but she was determined to finish him off herself.
To her surprise, however, Pol bent down, running his hand across her chest, then sliding it down her smooth stomach between her legs. His middle finger pushed between her legs, sliding across her pussy lips, still wet from before. Kiera gasped, her eyes flashing to Pol’s, when his palm rubbed against her clit.
Pol’s attention shifting to her body seemed to relax him, bringing him back from the edge, and Kiera moaned in frustration, sucking him harder to compensate. Pol slid another finger between her legs, his thumb dropping to find her clit and she lifted a leg to give him better access.
He rolled her clit back and forth under his thumb, his fingers pushing in deeper and deeper until they met the rough patch in her pussy. Kiera groaned as he stroked at it, coupling his fingers’ motions with his thumb’s.
Kiera plunged down on Pol’s cock, easing him into her mouth so much she almost choked, and Pol gave a gasp, his other hand wrapping around the back of her head on instinct, trying to hold her closer.
Kiera bobbed back and forth on him, harder and harder, his hand providing a firm resistance, keeping each stroke of her lips short. The fingers in her pussy lost focus for a moment and she felt the throb in him again, playing with his balls at the same time.
“Fuck! Kiera!” cried Pol.
His cock pulsed and Kiera groaned as her mouth was filled with his cum, hot and salty. She was still sucking hard on him, Pol groaning uncontrollably as his entire body seemed to pulse with pleasure. He still had his fingers in Kiera’s pussy, but he was so enraptured, watching Kiera suck his cock, that they were forgotten. A squeeze from her pussy was a clear reminder.
Kiera swallowed Pol’s cum down just in time to moan as he plunged his fingers into her, speeding the motion. She rolled onto her back, trying and failing to relax while keeping her hips in place for Pol, and he followed after her, his cock sliding out of her mouth. Pol kissed her thigh, still fucking her with his fingers, his thumb slipping back and forth on the ball of her clit.
His other hand grabbed one of her well-shaped tits, squeezing roughly, then pulling on her nipple, leaving it hard and proud when he let go, only to flick it back and forth with his thumb. Kiera groaned, her hand reaching out for something to steady herself with, closing around his cock and stroking it, feeling how warm and soft it was after being in her mouth.
Pol buried his face between her thighs, his cheek resting on her pubic mound, his thumb retreating to let his tongue work her clit instead, licking it back and forth. Kiera wrapped her other hand into his hair, pulling softly on it. His fingers pistoned inside of her rapidly, the weight of his chest on her legs keeping them in place as she writhed. They found the rough patch again, dancing along it.
Kiera squeezed her eyes shut, screaming Pol’s name out. Her hands tightened, pulling his hair hard and squeezing around his cock, which was quickly hardening in return. Her back arched and her nipples practically vibrating as Pol played with the one in his hand. The first wave of pleasure convulsed through her and Pol moaned happily as her pussy clamped down around his fingers, squeezing them so hard it hurt. He didn’t stop waggling them inside her, and Kiera gasped and writhed, shaking her head from side to side as he continued his attack on her cunt.
With one final moan, she dragged his head away from her clit and towards her head, taking the hand on his cock off to pull on his wrist, his fingers slipping out of her. She tried to pull his hand up to her as well, but Pol beat her to the punch, sucking his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them of her. She gave a frustrated moan and he chuckled at her.
“Not satisfied?”
“Never,” she snapped at him, before giggling. It was one of those laughs that would have embarrassed her in any other situation, but in bed with Pol simply felt free.
He slipped up beside her and she rolled onto her side, letting him spoon her body. He slipped an arm under her, and she grabbed his wrist immediately, sucking on the same fingers, as though she might have caught some lingering flavor. Pol hissed his appreciation in her ear, and she pressed back against him, feeling his cock pressing into her ass. His other hand cupped her tit, fondling her roughly so that she sucked his fingers hard.
“Mmm, tight in there, not as tight as your pussy, though,” he whispered.
Kiera smiled, taking his fingers out of her mouth for a moment.
“How will you know without some way to compare?” she asked. She pressed back against him, even harder, flexing the muscles in her ass slightly.
Pol just groaned at her, taking his hand off her breast to find his cock, hard from Kiera’s body, and slipping it down between her legs.
They both shuddered as the thick head pressed between her folds, and Pol’s hand rose back up along her body to find her chin, tilting it towards him for a kiss, his wet fingers sliding out of her lips and resting on her cheek. Kiera moaned into his mouth as he continued to push into her, then sucked on his tongue for a moment.
“Oh, fuck, yes, I was right,” muttered Pol as he pushed as far as he could manage into Kiera.
“Hard,” she moaned at him.
Pol barely needed to be told. He ran his hands up along Kiera’s sides, reaching her armpits and lifting her arms up over her head until he had both her wrists in one hand, the other hand falling back down to her neck and bracing it under her chin. His hips pounded into her
, and Kiera used what little leverage she had on the bed in this position to thrust back against him on each push.
Pol’s mouth was hot on her back and her breasts rode up and down on her chest as he pounded into her, his thick cock slamming deep into her, her pussy clamping tight around him. He licked her neck, then bit her shoulder slightly as she responded by pushing even harder against his cock. His tongue traced her neck up to her ear, and she moaned as he used the tip of it to fondle her earlobe, his hand still holding her arms together.
Kiera rolled back against him, and Pol turned onto his back, his free arm wrapping around her, his hand grabbing one breast and pawing at it at roughly, dragging her on top of him. She spread her legs apart, outside of his, trying to get some sort of purchase to thrust back against him, but instead he drove up into her, making her gasp as his cock penetrated her cunt. She strove to raise herself up, her abs groaning at the effort, and watched as his thick shaft, covered in her juice, slipped out of her most of the way before driving back into her.
“High heavens,” she moaned.
Her hands broke Pol’s grip easily, and she sat up on top of him, planting her feet and leaning forward over her knees until she was squatting over his groin, his cock still embedded in her.
Pol swore as Kiera began to bounce on top of him. His hands wrapped around her waist, then slipped down to cup her ass as she reared up, her hands exploring her own body, her clit, her stomach, her tits, her hair. He fondled her firm buttocks, his fingers biting into her soft skin, his thumb finding its way to pressing against her asshole, making her moan with lust as he pushed the intruding digit just a little ways in.
His other hand gave her a hard slap across one buttock and she shouted in surprise before laughing, sinking down on top of him, then bouncing harder, driving his thumb into her ass a little deeper.
“Oh fuck, Kiera,” he grunted. His hands had returned to her waist, gripping it hard, his hips driving up into her pussy so hard and quick she’d paused her frantic motions against him so that she could stare down and watch his length plumb her cunt, the gleaming sheen of her juices showing how far he’d driven into her. One of her own fingers found her clit, pressing across it in tight, almost lazy motions, so that she wouldn’t miss of second of watching Pol’s cock work between her legs.
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