Dear Readers:
I don't know where the fuck this came (heh) from. Usually I don't like to be in control, but the idea of forcing a man to go down on me....well, that started it all and then I let the story go where it would. Hope you enjoy.
-Elenia
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"Are you sure we can't work something out, Ariana? This is more than a little demeaning, after all."
"Demeaning?! I would think it would be more demeaning that a knight can't find enough money to pay his debts to society, as it were. I think you ought to just consider yourself lucky I think you have enough skills to get by without paying for the rent."
Sir Corwin Ironfist looked stricken. "It is for the children, after all."
"So? Get to work." And I seated myself on the desk and pushed him to his knees. Truth be told, I wouldn't have turned the children out of the orphanage, but I already had a bad reputation and figured I might as well take advantage of it.
Corwin did not hesitate any longer but pushed my dress up to my hips. I had already spread my legs for him, and he dove eagerly at my pussy, burying his face in it. He had always been good at this, and he hadn't lost any of his skill.
I draped both legs over his shoulders, and as he gripped my thighs I leaned back on my hands. Oh, to have a knight kneeling between your legs, against his will, pleasuring you, obligations heaped upon him. I recommend you try it --there's nothing like it.
He gently pushed my panties aside and began running his tongue along my sex. My clit was already swollen in anticipation and I was moist as well. He knew by now that while hesitation was forbidden, so was stampeding directly toward the clitoris, and he began by circling my sex oh so sweetly with his tongue, letting me feel his hands on my inner thighs, his mustache tickling me and growing wetter with my juices.
Soon I was wet enough for him to slide his warm wet tongue inside of me and I welcomed it, beginning to moan. He penetrated me and began sliding his tongue in and out of my folds, and I reached down to help him pull my panties out of his way. His long pointed nose occasionally bumped against my clit, making me shiver against him.
In spite of himself and his pride he chuckled and slowly surrounded my clit with his tongue, bathing it in warm wetness, as I moaned wantonly and rubbed myself against him. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. Corwin never disappointed.
He opened me with two long fingers and began to penetrate me, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his mouth finally closed around my clit and began to suck it ever so gently. I ran my fingers through his waist-length wavy hair and grabbed two handfuls, pushing his face into me. I felt him groan in helpless desire and I wrapped my ankles around his head as I came, filling his mouth and covering his face with my own juices.
He knew me by now and immediately eased up the pressure on my clit, switching to first stroking it ever so gently with his tongue, and then not even touching it but just moistening and licking the area around it, as my sensitivity increased almost to a painful point.
I came down slowly, panting, still gripping his hair. I looked down between my legs. Pulling his head up gently by his hair, I looked into his eyes. His mouth and chin were glazed from me, and his mustache even wet, but his blue eyes gazed back, expressionless into mine.
"Are you hard, Corwin?" I whispered.