Send Him Off

Analgesia Chapter 3 - Send Him Off

"Leecher Harálder Léaforson, you are hereby summoned to the front of battle."

"..."

"..."

"I'm...what?"

"The volume of wounded is too great for our remaining field medics to attend. All able healer men are being deployed. You'll depart at once."

"I...will depart at once." With that, the leecher bows his head solemnly. Satisfied, the soldier steps to the side to permit Harálder to embark.

"Beorg? Hmm, where is she...?" Harálder mutters at the lack of answer. Beorg's station stands empty. The doctor and the soldier depart for the Borg Whalebone, citadel of the Acylings.

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Glk glk glk glk

Glk glk glk glk

"Unnngggggggg," a bookish, pale and dark haired man groans with pleasure in the back alley behind the leecher's haven and apothecary. His hands are on his hips, tilted proudly forward. His dark hair is streaked grey, as is his beard. His eyes are closed as he enjoys the experience. At his feet, a blond-plaited woman in a grey dress buttoned up to the neck kneels.

Beorg enthusiastically works her head, up and down, up and down the shaft of the man's cock. Wet, intense, sloppy, the blowjob persists until the man groans once more and unloads. The generous penis pulsates potently as the bookish man ejaculates in Beorg's mouth. She seals her lips over his shaft and takes him deep within her, holding her breath and looking up at him flirtatiously for as long as she can.

The man pulls out from between her lips, a trail of saliva and semen stringing between the tip of his penis and Beorg's lower lip. Beorg remains in a kneeling position, and sits back submissively as she lolls her tongue out seductively, putting the load of cum on display. She moans, and then with a devious smile, eyes never leaving him, she swallows the cum.

After she finishes swallowing, Beorg places her lips on the tip of the penis and sucks like a straw as she milks the vein from the base to the tip. She draws out all the remaining cum, smearing it over her lips before swallowing the dregs.

"Thank you Eorm, that was fun. You're very sexy."

"Such talk from so couth a lady."

Beorg slowly strokes the softening cock, slowing down when he reacts to the sensitivity, speeding up when he bears it. Beorg attends to him, but focuses on the conversation.

"And pouring your honey into such a lady's cup. Would you like to drink of that you poured?"

"And a sharp tongue for a lady no less!" Eorm winks, this time fully rather than half joking.

Beorg smiles back, standing and leaning into him affectionately. She wraps an arm around him, sidling her hip to his. Then she begins to jerk Eorm off in earnest. Hand pumping faster and faster as he sluggishly hardens, Beorg whispers sweet nothings in his ear while she masturbates him.

"Oh fuck, again... oh Beorg!" As Eorm exclaims and begins to shudder, Beorg quickly sinks to her knees once again, though taking the time to lift her dress, ladylike. Beorg continues to stroke from the different angle, rubbing the leaking head of Eorm's cock against her wide and extended tongue.

And then with a groan, part growl, Eorm arrives for a second time. This time Beorg leaves her mouth open, allowing Eorm to see his cum as it spurts across her tongue. Eorm continues to groan softly as he cums, Beorg fondling his balls and rubbing his legs affirmingly as she keeps her eyes on his.

Once it's over, once more she swallows the cum. She stands more punctually this time. Eorm looks dazed as he basks in afterglow. Beorg begins helping Eorm cinch up his trousers and robes, intermittently stroking or kissing his cock until he is dressed. As she stands before him, Eorm smiles dreamily at Beorg, and she at him.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Beorg wipes the corners of her mouth and chin and smiles at him.

"Yes. I don't mind. A kiss goodbye would be-"

Without waiting for him to finish the thought, Beorg abruptly thrusts herself against Eorm. A hand cradling his head. A hand finding its way up and down his body, pressing him in against her. Beorg presses her lips hard against Eorm's, positioning them for maximum contact.

Their cheeks dip and puff as their jaws move to accommodate as Beorg thrusts her tongue into Eorm's mouth. Slowly, forcefully, with ecstasy Beorg runs her tongue over Eorm's. Over the roof of his mouth. Against the backs of his teeth.

Beorg thrusts her hips in against Eorm's as they kiss, gyrating herself against him seductively. She presses her bosom against his chest, thrusting her tits as she thrusts her tongue.

A moment passes, and then the two break off their kiss slowly and tenderly. Beorg playfully bites his lower lip gently and then breaks away.

"Thank you Beorg. That was amazing."

"You're welcome milord." Beorg curtsies sarcastically and winks. "Call again sometime. I'll be thinking of you." She places a hand over his crotch flirtatiously.

"I hate to be that guy, but I should probably...you know."

"Yeah. Be on your way."

And so the two part. Beorg watches Eorm stride off, down the subdued and murmuring street. Beorg wipes her mouth again, stretches, and then turns on her heel to return to work before her absence is noticed.

Beorg returns to the apothecary station to find the leecher's office deserted. 'Where is Harálder?' 'I am alone.'