Chapter 10: The Mage’s Prowess

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Leywife Monica – Zemi, Ompo Sea, The Kingdom of Valya

Anticipation rippled through me as I finished eating the meal of spiced red fish caught in the Ompo sea, the meat grilled and seasoned with flavors that I had never tasted before. The exotic locale merely lay across the Kelit Mountains from Secare, but it felt like I was in a whole new world. A warmer climate, a friendly people with skin tinged a faint blue, and traveling with my knight.

My protector.

I yearned for the bed. Tonight would be our first time sharing a real one. We had become lovers crossing the mountains, and my heart had found solace in his presence. Knowing he was around proved a balm to soothe me when worry mounted. When the stresses of the world threatened to overwhelm me, I could turn to Sir Bryce.

He had doffed his armor and wore a simple linen shirt and tight pants. I couldn’t help but study his handsome strength. An older man. Mature. The touch of gray in his black hair only made him more dignified. Experienced.

I knew that experience first handily.

He nursed a mug of the local brew, a delicious drink called mead that lacked the bitterness of the beer from Secare. She sipped at hers. It had a flavor almost like honey to it. She sighed, the warmth sweeping through her.

“The night is wearing on,” I said, trying to sound casual. “We have to leave with the morning tide.”

“True,” he said and quaffed the rest of his drink. He tilted back his head, gulping down the mead, his throat working fast.

A quiver ran through me. I leaned in and asked, my cheeks warming with my idea, “Could you ... carry me to the room.”

He gave me a look. Girlish embarrassment swept through me. I was a woman, blessed by Pater. My womb swelled with a demigod. I should have more dignity than that, but this wicked fantasy danced through my mind.

Tonight felt special. The bed, the room, a strengthening of the intimate bond we’d forged since he’d rescued me. Since I had cleaved to his quest to find the putrid villain who had defiled Pater’s temple and killed those I’d come to care for in the last month.

“It would be my pleasure, Monica,” he said and rose.

His arms swooped down and he plucked me from the chair with ease. I gasped, my legs bent over his left arm, his right cradling my back. I hooked an arm around his neck and grinned even as heat blazed through my cheeks. A true blush now.

People noticed. Men chuckled and women grinned. My ears blazed but I didn’t care. Let them see the love I had for Sir Bryce. I would have such a magical evening. I would quiver beneath him and share my body with him again. I had nothing to fear.

He would protect me and the special child growing in me.

The inn’s stairs creaked as he climbed it. The walls were made of wooden beams forming square frames filled in with white-painted wattle. It looked almost like plaster. My excitement mounted, my pussy growing juicier and juicier as his heavy steps carried me upward.

“I can smell your excitement,” he whispered into my ear.

I gasped and breathed in. A certain sweet musk filled the air. I quivered and whispered, “They say a leywife’s musk grows stronger during her pregnancy.”

“Must be true,” he said.

I felt like a bride as he crossed the hallway to our room. He managed to get the door open without jostling me. Then he swept me inside like he carried me past the threshold and into our own house. I quivered with my excitement, toes curling. Our rented room was small, bare joists above us, walls the same woad, a window made of small squares of glass held together by lead, many full of bubbles and distorting warps.

He carried me to the bed and lowered me with care onto my back. His arms slipped out from under me. He attacked the lacings of his shirt. I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he pulled it off, revealing that muscular body, scarred in places. A warrior.

The checkerboard amulet swung across his chest.

We had both lost those we cared for to the villain we hunted. The dastardly Lawbreaker.

He planted his boot on the bedpost and attacked the lacings, his eyes on me. I shuddered, the time it took him to undress only built and built my excitement. My nipples poked against the fabric of my dress. My body quivered. I squirmed on my back and thrust my arms above my head.

One boot off.

“Mmm, you’re such a handsome man, Sir Bryce,” I said.

“Just Bryce,” he said. “I’ve been in you enough we could skip that.”

“But it’s sexier when I call you Siiiiiir Bryce!” I quivered as I drew out that honorific. “My knight.”

He smiled as I pulled off his second boot. Then he turned to face me, his eyes darting up and down my flesh. That hunger in his eyes had me quivering in utter delight. I wanted him to pounce on me To fall on me and feast on me and drive me wild with passion.

His tight pants came off next. I groaned as his thick dick came into sight, the wanton woman in me hungry for it. My pussy craved to be penetrated. Only Pater’s cock had ever felt better in me than his. But what man could compare to the God?

“Yes, yes, let me love my knight,” I whimpered.

“I think I have to love my lady fair first,” he said, slipping onto the bed, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.

I bit my lower lip and moaned.

His hands attacked the lacings of my dress. It was different from the togas the Valyans wore, just cloth wrapped around their bodies. What would it be like to be unwound? I shuddered as the lacings rasped together.

My bodice slipped open.

He pulled them open to expose my round breasts to his greedy hands. He reached in and cupped them. He squeezed and kneaded my tits. I quivered. His thumbs slid over my areolas. He massaged my aching nipples, pressing them into my flesh then letting them spring up.

“Sir Bryce!” I groaned.

He leaned over and engulfed my right nipple. His hungry lips sealed about my nub. He sucked with his hunger. His lips nibbled on it. Teased me. I groaned, squirming beneath him. The heat rippled through my body. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned as he flicked his tongue out and around my nub.

The pleasure swelled faster and faster in me. That wonderful delight built in me. I groaned, cunt clenching. His powerful, brown eyes stared at me as he loved me. I could just lose myself in their intensity.

“Yes, yes, Sir Bryce!” I groaned. “Gods, you know how to love a woman’s tits.”

“They’re just such wonderful treasures,” he said, squeezing them both.

He darted his head to my left, his tongue licking at my pale skin. He climbed up to my nipple. Goose-pimples rippled around my skin from his touch. My flesh puckered. My nub quivered. Then his tongue flicked it.

My pussy clenched, growing hotter and hotter. His lips sealed around my nub. He sucked hard on it. He teased me, his tongue dancing, swirling, giving me such wonderful delights. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. I quivered on the bed. Whimpers and moans escaped my lips. My twin pigtails shifted on the bed as my head tossed.

He sucked with hunger, drawing all of my pink areola into his mouth. Then my nipple popped up with a sharp flash of rapture. My breast jiggled and swayed. He groaned and licked at my nipple, batting it with his tongue.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped. “Slata’s hairy cunt, you make me feel so lo ... cared for, Sir Bryce.” I almost said that word. The L one. It was too soon. It had to be too soon, but ... but...

When you knew, my mother had always told me, you knew.

I loved this knight. He had swept into my life when I needed him. He had saved me.

He switched back to my right nipple, sucking on it while his hands drew down my dress, pulling my arms through the sleeves. With the bodice unlaced, it slipped off my shoulders with ease. Then I was out of it and naked down to my waist.

He kept pulling it down while his mouth chased after the fabric. He kissed down my breast while I lifted my hips to help him. He worked my dress over my rump and then down my thighs, his lips chasing with hungry kisses. He smooched across my flat stomach, approaching my shaved, pregnant pussy.

“Mmm, yes, yes, show me how much you love a woman’s pussy now!”

He grinned at me. “The only thing better than her tits.”

Bryce threw my dress to the floor and pried my legs apart. He settled between them and kept kissing down my stomach. He skirted my bellybutton. He went lower and lower to my pubic mound. He kissed a slithering path towards the V of my pelvis, the apex where my legs met.

Where my pussy awaited.

My cunt clenched in anticipation as he came closer and closer to my twat. I quivered, my toes curling and relaxing. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned as he kissed into my shaved flesh. He reached the top folds of my pussy.

Nibbled on my labia.

“Slata’s big tits and Biaute’s perfect cunt!” I gasped.

His brown eyes stared up at me. They simmered with his passion. His tongue licked out. He licked across my folds, brushing my clit. I gasped, bucking. The pleasure surged through me. This wild heat flooded through my body. I groaned and squirmed on the bed. My arms reached above me, my breasts jiggling, nipples gleaming with spittle.

His fingers parted my pussy folds. For a moment, he stared down at my exposed flesh. I quivered, feeling so exposed. He peered into my pink, pregnant depths. Then, with a groan, he licked and lapped at my blessed cunt.

His tongue swept up and down, devouring me with all his strength and masculine prowess. His stubble rasped on my sensitive flesh. I grasped the headboard and bucked on the bed. It creaked beneath me.

Was there anything better than a man with whiskers eating out my pussy?

Short of his cock fucking me—or another night with Pater—the answer was no. This was a wonderful delight to enjoy. I gasped and bucked, my thighs squeezing about his head. I reveled in the pleasure he gave me. He stirred such wanton bliss in me. I groaned, rubbing my hips from side to side. I smeared my pussy juices across his face.

His tongue darted into my folds. He licked and lapped. Teased and pleased. He thrust his tongue into the depths of my cunt. He stirred me up. He delivered such rapture to me. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue around inside of me in slow circles again.

He teased me. Pleased me.

He drove me wild.

“Oh, yes, yes, Sir Bryce!” I gasped. “Oh, you’re going to drown in my juices.

“The sweetest way for a man to perish!”

“Mmm, I am sweet,” I moaned.

He licked his tongue up my pussy from my taint to my clit. It burst with a spark of delight. I shuddered.

“Yes, you are.”

He sucked on my clit. I gasped. His fingers thrust into my cunt. Two thick digits that made me ache and crave his cock. He thrust them in and out of me. He fucked them to the hilt in me. He stirred them around in me and drove me wild. I gasped. Moaned. My head tossed back and forth. My pleasure rippled through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Mmm, that’s it. Just feast on me. Eat me! Oh, you’re driving me to the Adamant Palace, Sir Bryce. Right to the Astral Realm! Paradise!”

“Good!” he growled between sucks.

My pussy clung to his fingers. He pumped them in and out of me, teasing me. I gripped the headboard, bucking. My breasts bounced and heaved. My body quivered. My orgasm swelled so fast. So hard.

I came.

I cried out in wordless bliss. My pussy convulsed around his thick digits. Juices gushed out. Waves of rapture swept through me. He licked and lapped, abandoning my clit to feast on the cream spilling from my writhing cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as I quivered through my pleasure.

Toes curled. My hands gripped the headboard. Stars danced before my eyes. Rapture blazed across my thoughts. His tongue sent new ripples washing through my body. His fingers kept plunging through my convulsing depths. I gasped, each one taking me higher and higher.

“Such a sweet sound to hear,” he said, rising up. He plundered his digits in and out of me, keeping my orgasm alive as he moved over me. “The sound of a woman lost to her rapture.”

“Oh, I am!” I moaned, my cunt convulsing around him.

He grinned at me. His left hand seized my jiggling breast. He squeezed it as he mounted me, his cock nearing my pussy stuffed with his digits and writhing in bliss. Stars burst around my head, celebrating the passion he gave me.

He ripped his fingers out of my cunt.

Sir Bryce replace them with his cock.

He rammed his dick to the hilt in my pregnant cunt. I gasped, my flesh spasming harder around his cock. His left hand squeezed my breast, adding a burst of delight to the rapture exploding through my pussy. My flesh rippled around his shaft as he sank deeper and deeper into me.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” I howled.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” he growled, staring into my eyes. “What a woman. What a delicious pussy.”

“Yes, yes, enjoy my pussy!” I moaned, writhing on the soft mattress. Stuffed with hay. “Take me, Sir Bryce, and spill in me.”

He drew back through my quivering flesh. I gasped, my cunt clinging to him as the pleasure swelled through me. Then he rammed hard into me. He filled me to the hilt with his dick. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned as another orgasm burst through me.

My pussy worshiped his cock with convulsing flesh. He plunged in and out of me, heavy balls smacking into my taint. He leaned his weight on his right elbow. His left hand fondled my tit, fingers sliding up and up to my nipple.

He pinched me.

I climaxed again.

The pleasure rippled through my body. It surged around me while my cunt sucked at his cock. My naughty, pregnant pussy craved his seed flooding into me. I wanted to have the paladin fire all his cum into me.

I wanted the man I loved to fill me with his passion.

I stared into his eyes, lost to their rich brown hue. I gasped and squeezed about him. My cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock. The rippling delight swept through my body. I bucked, grinding my clit into his pubic bone.

The ecstasy swept through my body. I groaned and gasped and cried out. My passion resounded through the room. My thighs held him tight as he buried into my quivering depths again and again. My body kept cumming, stirred up by that thick cock plundering me.

“Sir Bryce!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes! Sir Bryce, cum in me!”

“To spill in your pussy is a blessing, my lady,” he groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, hooking my arm around his neck, pulling him down. “Revel in the blessing of my cunt. Spill in me!”

He pounded me. The bed creaked and groaned. My pussy lips throbbed from the force of his impact. His bush rubbed at my shaved vulva. The wonderful itch surged bliss through me. I shuddered, my clit bursting with pleasure.

Then his face twisted in ecstasy. He buried into me and bellowed his passion. Hot cum jetted into my twat. Spurt after spurt of the seed I craved spilled into my pregnant pussy. My cunt spasmed harder. Rapture swept through me.

“Sir Bryce!” I howled.

“My Lady Monica!” he growled, pumping me full of his thick jizz. “Gods, your cunt! Slata’s hairy twat!”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Your cock. Oh, Sir Bryce, I love yo ... your cock!” I almost said it. Those words. Too soon. I just managed to remember that through the ecstasy sweeping over my thoughts, the mighty waves of rapture. “I love your cock and your cum! Yes!”

I pulled him down and kissed him. I held him tight, his strong chest crushing my breasts. Our bodies heaved through our shared climax. My orgasm hit that peak of ecstasy. A rapture so intense, I wanted to hold onto it for eternity.

And lost it as it slipped from my grasp. I groaned and moaned into the kiss, trembling beneath him. My cunt convulsed and writhed around his cock. My pussy worked out all that wonderful jizz. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned into the kiss I shared with him, our tongues dancing and darting together.

I reveled in him. I savored this moment. My pussy brimmed with his seed.

I loved my knight so much. I should tell him, but ... What if it was too soon? What if he saw me as a silly girl and not a woman.

I clung to him, wanting to savor this passion for as long as I could. My tongue darted with his. My pussy rippled around his cock as my orgasm died down. I savored his weight on me, feeling so safe beneath him.

Sir Bryce Cartith

I lay on my back when we finished, breathing heavily. Monica lay her head on me, a pigtail spilling across my chest. Her hand stroked me. She brushed my amulet and gasped, jerking her hand away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s been a long time since he took her away from me.”

“We’ll find this villain and see that he’s punished,” she declared. “This miscreant deserves the noose for what he’s done.”

“Or a beheading,” I said, a touch of pleasure rippling through me as I thought about that sweet, sweet day when the Lawbreaker would die.

“Do you mind ... if I ask about her.”

I furrowed brows again the pain rising in my heart. “She was beautiful. Like the setting sun spilling colors across the horizon. Or a rainbow bursting out of the mist billowing from a grand waterfall. When you saw her, you couldn’t help but lose your breath to her.” I glanced down at Monica, her face shaped like a heart. “Not unlike you.”

She smiled happily at that.

“I was a Knight Deute,” I said. “Young and proud. I had monsters to kill. The Kingdoms of Men to protect. They took me away from her. When I returned, there she would be, welcoming me. Only one day, I returned and...”

Emotion rose in my throat. The pain strangled my vocal cords. The memory of that day, when I came home and didn’t find her waiting for me, surged through me. The creak as I opened the door. The pit widening inside of me as I crept closer and closer to...

I threw that memory away. I buried it down, battering away the agony it caused. I chained it back into my soul, binding it to the furnace of hatred that blazed inside of me. But it was hard. It wanted to spill through me.

To consume me.

I growled and flipped Monica onto her stomach. She gasped as I mounted her, my cock hard again. Wet with her pussy juices. I pushed my legs between her thighs as she squirmed on her belly. My cock slid around her ass, smearing her cream as I went for that pussy again.

That pussy fucked by a god!

“Yes, yes, I’m here for you!” she moaned. “Sir Bryce, I will always be here for you.”

I buried into her cum-filled cunt. I had filled her with my seed, marking her twat as mine. I groaned at the hot delight of her pussy sliding over me, eager for me to claim her once again. Her snatch practically sucked at me.

Her moans were so sweet as my crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. She gasped and squeezed her cunt around my dick. The pleasure rippled down my shaft. I groaned as I drew back my hips, savoring the feel of her clinging to me.

Then I slammed to the hilt in her again. And again. I buried into her juicy flesh with every powerful stroke I had. Her moans echoed through the room while her sweet pussy massaged me. I seized her right pigtail, pulling on it, turning her face.

Passion burned in her hazel eyes. It blazed across her heart-shaped face. So breathtakingly lovely. Just like her.

I slammed harder into her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she gasped, her words coming out in staccato gasps of bliss, matching the hard rhythm of my strokes. “Use me! Sir Bryce! Yes!”

Her pussy clenched about me. The friction felt incredible as I hammered her hard. I fucked her pussy, my crotch smacking into that gorgeous rump on every down stroke. Her flesh jiggled. Her hips wiggled from side to side.

She squeezed about me.

Held me tight. I reveled in the tight intimacy of her God-bred cunt. I pounded her with all my strength. I drove back the pain with the pleasure of her embrace. Of using her. I gripped her pigtail hard and snarled.

“Oh, Sir Bryce!” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Fuck me until you cum! It’s okay! Use my pussy! I love you!”

Her feverish cry burst from her lips. And then her pussy convulsed in wild passion around my cock. Her flesh spasmed around me. I groaned, drilling hard into her. Fast. I filled her again and again with my dick. I buried into her deep.

She sucked at my flesh as her moans echoed around the room. Those three words rattled in my mind as I hammered her cunt. She quivered beneath me. Sucking at me. I leaned over her, pounding her hard.

“I love you, too!” I snarled.

“Yes!” she squealed. “Love you! I love you so much! My knight! My savior!”

“My hope!” I howled as I buried into her pussy.

I exploded.

My pleasure slammed through me. The rapture swept hot and fast through my body. Each erupting spurt of my seed into her pussy, claiming her again, pulsed ecstasy into my mind. The bliss danced through my thoughts.