Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, woke as the first rays of dawn shone through the tavern room window. Yet it was not the light that had woken her. No, it was the sexy brown-haired mercenary smiling naughtily up at her from between her legs.
Sara moaned as Dayron's lips and tongue swept over her pussy, quickly bringing her fully awake.
"I could get used to waking up like this," she giggled, the sound washed away by another moan.
Dayron murmured something in response, but Sara couldn't understand him since his face was buried in the folds of her magic cunt. He hungrily ate her pussy, smearing his tongue and lips over her folds. Sara could already feel her pleasure quickly building at his expert work, and her eyes grew wide with bliss as the brown-haired warrior slipped two fingers inside her cunt. His tongue found her clit, swirling round the bud and she reached out to grab his hair.
She stared down at him desperately as her orgasm grew closer and Dayron merely stared back up at her, his brown eyes shining with lust. Clearly he was enjoying himself, though Sara suspected she was enjoying herself even more. She rubbed her hips back against his face, grinding her clit against his tongue whilst his fingers pumped into her pussy. It did not take long for her to come, her juices seeping out around Dayron's eager mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered in pleasure as her body twitched in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
When it was done she leaned forwards, pulling him up for a deep kiss. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and twisted her round so that she was on all fours. She yelped in surprise, though the sound quickly became a moan when she realised what was coming next. She didn't mind her lovers being a bit forceful with her when they were lost in the heat of passion.
Especially when those lovers slid their big cocks into her cunt and moments later Dayron was doing exactly that. Sara delighted in the feeling of his hard member stretching wide her sensitive walls and she grinned at the sound of the warrior voicing his own pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Sara, you feel amazing..." he murmured, letting himself rest there a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of being inside her.
Then he started to move his hips and Sara felt her eyes roll back at the sensation of him fucking her from behind. Soon he was fucking her with vigour and her entire body rocked with every impact of his hips. She pushed herself upwards onto straight arms so that her big tits swung beneath her and she could only moan as her brown-haired lover leaned forwards to grasp them in his strong hands. His fingers found her nipples and deftly played with them whilst his cock ploughed into her.
She felt her torso slump slightly as pleasure started to overwhelm her and she could not keep her voice down. Not that she cared whether people heard her. She was far too close to coming for that.
"I'm going to come," she almost shouted and she heard Dayron groan the same thing. His hips were crashing against hers now, his big cock filling her up wonderfully with each inward thrust as he fucked her powerfully from behind.
Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. Dayron still held her large breasts, his fingers sinking into the flesh as his member stuffed her full. The moment grew ever closer for Sara as her lover hammered his hips against her ass. Seconds later, she came.
Rapture filled her mind at the huge orgasm that ripped through her and she felt Dayron' cock twitch as his own release arrived. He cried out at the intense pleasure of what she knew was a massive climax and she swore she could feel his seed spraying against her walls.
Their orgasms lasted a good while as both came hard but at last they slowly faded. Dayron withdrew from Sara with a satisfied sigh, and Sara giggled at the sound.
"I hope that was worth delaying breakfast for," she smiled naughtily.
Dayron laughed. "Very much so," he replied with a grin.
They climbed from the bed and dressed and before long both were in the tavern common room having a small but pleasant breakfast. Mrs Hatthe had wandered in as they were eating and said that she and her husband wanted to be on the road within the hour but they were not to rush their meal. Sara liked the woman - she had a good heart.
Soon enough, however, Sara found herself back atop Snowglide and riding alongside the carriage that Dayron was escorting. As had been the case yesterday she and Dayron rode slightly away from the carriage so that they could hear each other talk over the noise of the horses' hooves and clacking wheels.
She quizzed him about Eriport now that she knew he was from the city-state. Dayron seemed happy to talk about the city of his youth, especially as he was clearly looking forward to returning there. Sara had only the common knowledge that she had picked up from libraries and visitors, so any new information she could glean was especially useful.
They travelled all of the morning, stopping briefly to allow the horses to rest, although Sara knew that Snowglide did not need the break. The other horses were not quite as superior as her mare, however, and did require a moment's respite, but Sara did not mind too much. Although she would rather have kept going and made better progress, the company and safety of numbers more than outweighed that.
When the sun was at its highest point in the early afternoon they were on their way again but Sara noticed with dismay that Snowglide was limping slightly. It did not seem to her that the horse was injured but more that she was uncomfortable.
"I fear that your mare needs to be reshod," Dayron said when he noticed.
Sara nodded. "I think you are right." She sighed, patting Snowglide's neck. "I see a town in the distance, I hope they have a farrier."
"I do not know why they wouldn't. Your mare will be fine."
