Doran's head still spun with the wine and company he'd left in the great hall. A party like few he'd shared. But little surprise! For after all, it wasn't every day that a knight as brave and noble as he returned from a grand adventure! The sounds of the festivities faded behind him as he climbed the steps of the castle, his smile growing as he made his way to his room, and where the best part of the evening awaited.
He threw open the door with a grin and for a moment, just admired the woman on the bed.
Penelope sat, demure and with as sweet a smile as he'd ever known. Honey-blonde hair spilled around her bare shoulders, the lingerie she was wearing stunning Doran with how risque it was, even if he alone would ever see it. Her breasts so firm and high, her legs pulled together as she shyly looked at him from beneath her long lashes.
"Hello, Doran," she said.
Doran laughed, walking in and sweeping her into his arms, giving her an adoring kiss. She kissed back with a passion that delighted him. He must have left her alone for some time to receive such eagerness. "Mmm, hello, my beloved princess. And how are you?"
"So much better now that you're here," she giggled. "Did you slay the succubus Melisana, Doran?"
He belted out a laugh. "No, no. She's as cowardly as ever. By the time I reached her hold, she'd abandoned it! But left plenty of monsters for me to deal with. But knowing you waited for me at home, my dear, saw me through it."
"My love," she breathed, touching his cheek, stroking it. "You've fought her for so long. Here," she said, smiling, gently pushing him back onto the bed. "I think I should reward my handsome knight for such valour."
Doran grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back as she delicately went to her knees before him. "Well well! I'd certainly not say no. What's gotten into you, Penelope? This is quite unlike you."
She giggled as she teased open the laces of his pants. "Mmm. You know how it is. Sometimes, we just need a change."
Doran certainly wasn't complaining. Especially not as his cock rose into the open air, making him groan as Penelope's fingers delicately touched him, running teasingly up and down his manhood. "Oooooh," Doran moaned as she worked. "Darling, that feels amazing..."
"It gets better, my dear," she said with a mischievous smile, leaning in and touching the base of his shaft with her tongue. Doran's sucked in a breath as her tongue ran up his length, flicking the underside of his shaft with a teasing lick.
"Ah! Gods above, Penelope. You..."
"Shhh," she purred. "Enjoy, my brave knight."
Doran watched in awe as her soft lips parted, moved down, and tenderly engulfed his cock. He groaned as inch after inch slid into that perfect seal, as Penelope hummed gently, beginning to slowly bob, her lips running up and down his cock in slow, teasing motions.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuck," he moaned. "Penelope... Gods yes... that's wonderful, my dear. So... mnnnn... So good."
He didn't expect a reply, but she made her feeling known by gently cupping his balls, her middle finger stroking the sensitive flesh behind them as she palmed him, her lips continuing to move up and down, ever more insistent. Ever more adoring.
Doran was stunned. Delighted. Lost in the ecstasy of the sensation throbbing through him. Never had he experienced pleasure like this. The feeling of his wife's lips gliding up and down his cock was driving him mad. He drew closer to his peak as her lips moved faster. His breath panting from him as he bucked softly beneath her. Feeling that sweet swell of an impending orgasm.
Only for her to slow. To drag her lips down, her tongue gently stroking around the base of his cock, teasin, keeping him at the very edge of that precipice of orgasm.
"Gods above," Doran gasped. "Penelope, you... mnnnn!"
He groaned as she again increased her pace, sucking him so wonderfully it felt like his legs had turned to jelly. It took mere moments this time to drive him almost past the edge, his fists bunching in the sheets as his beloved adored his cock.
"Oh gods... Penelope... Penelope, please. Don't stop. I... I..."
She giggled, but did slow, and Doran gave a playful groan, even as the pleasure which ached from his groin throbbed with a terrible need. Again she brought him down, only to increase her pace, bobbing faster. Faster.
Slower. Slower.
Doran never dreamed such torture could feel so good. And that he would be helpless beneath it. All the strength in his limbs seemed drained, his muscles aching with the pleasured exhaustion of her edging. Bringing him to the brink again, pulling back once more.
