Chapter 405: The Archangel Loriel (+18)
The journey back was silent. The soldiers parted before us like the sea opening before a ship, bowing deeply before the man who had killed ten Archdemons single-handedly and before the winged woman who seemed to be his salvation descended straight from heaven. But as soon as we crossed the threshold of my tent...
I approached her. The skin under my fingers was soft and cool, incredibly alive compared to everything I had touched today. She closed her eyes as she felt my hand on her face, leaning into my palm.
"Alexander..."
She began to remove the pieces of my armor.
I slipped a hand under her thin tunic, feeling the heat of her bare skin against my palm. Fuck, she was burning underneath.
My fingers slowly moved up along her flat stomach, until they grabbed a heavy, firm breast. I kneaded it without excessive gentleness, pinching the already hardened nipple between my thumb and index finger. Loriel let out a first hoarse moan, an "hhhnn..." that vibrated directly against my mouth.
She arched her back, pressing her chest harder into my hand. I lowered my head and almost tore the silk off with a sharp tug. Her breasts sprang out, round, heavy, with dark pink areolas that pointed like invitations.
I took the first one into my mouth, sucking hard, nibbling the tip. "Ahh! Yes... like that..." she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her voice was already broken, full of that urgent need.
My cock had been hard for a long time, pressed against her thigh through my pants. I straightened up just enough to pull them down with a brusque gesture, freeing my thick dick that slapped against her belly.
Loriel looked down and bit her lower lip. "It’s so big..." she murmured before moaning again when I rubbed the swollen head against her already soaked slit through the thin fabric of her panties.
I pulled off the last piece of fabric that still covered her. Her pussy appeared, smooth, swollen. I ran two fingers between her lips, spreading her slit to see her pink hole contract.
She was soaked, fuck. I plunged one finger inside, then two, curling them to rub that rough spot inside. Loriel started panting hard: "Oh shit... yes, there! Haaan... harder!"
Her hips moved on their own, fucking my fingers. I pumped them faster, the wet sound of her pussy filling the tent. She came almost immediately, her thighs trembling, a long strangled moan escaping her throat: "Aaaahhh! I’m... I’m coming!" Her juices flowed over my hand, hot and abundant.
I didn’t give her time to come down. I withdrew my fingers, grabbed my cock at the base and rubbed the big head between her soaked lips. With a powerful thrust, I sank it all the way in. Her pussy was tight, burning, squeezing me like a fist.
Loriel cried out: "HHHNNNG! Too big... fuck yes!" Her nails scratched my back, leaving red marks.
I started pounding her without gentleness. Each thrust made my balls slap against her ass. Her heavy breasts bounced with every impact. I grabbed them with both hands, squeezing them hard while I fucked her deeper.
She was moaning nonstop now, a continuous flow of sounds: "Ah! Ah! Yes... fuck me... harder! Haaan... your big cock fills me so much!"
I flipped her onto her stomach with a brusque gesture, and her hands immediately sank into the layers of furs spread on the tent floor.
Her perfect ass lifted on its own, as if her body already knew the position, arched, offered, her lower back hollowed in a curve that took my breath away for a moment. I gave a loud slap on her left buttock, and the red mark appeared immediately under my palm, vivid like a flower opening.
She moaned louder, and in that moan there was surprise, pain, but above all that excited thing rising from the back of her throat. I didn’t waste a second. I plunged my cock back in with one stroke all the way to the balls, and she let out a muffled cry into the animal skins. From this position, I was taking her even deeper than before, and my balls came slapping against her slit with every movement.
My hands gripped her hips with force and I pulled her back with each thrust, synchronized like a machine. The sound of flesh against flesh was obscene, that wet, steady slapping that filled the tent and echoed against the canvas.
"Yes! Destroy me!" she almost screamed, but her voice was muffled by the furs into which she buried her face. I fucked her like a beast, without restraint, and sweat beaded on my forehead before running into my eyes.
My muscles were tensed, from shoulders to thighs, my whole body strained in this animal effort. Her pussy made wet sounds with every withdrawal and every entry, a little slide followed by a splash that drove me crazy. I slipped a hand under her, passing between the furs and her warm belly, and my fingers found her swollen clit.
I started rubbing it at the same time as I pounded her, drawing quick circles with my index finger. Loriel began to tremble violently, her thighs shaken by spasms, and her breath became ragged, inaudible.
"I’m going to... I’m going to come again! Aaaahhh! Fuck!" Her second orgasm was stronger than the first, and I felt her pussy contract around my cock as if it wanted to milk it, tight waves starting from the entrance and rising all the way to the depths. I didn’t stop.
I kept hammering her while she came, prolonging her pleasure despite her cries that were becoming almost sobs, until she was almost drooling on the furs, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her lips. I pulled her by the hair, gathering the lock in my fist to arch her back backward, and I bit her shoulder, hard enough to leave the mark of my teeth. She loved that, I knew it, and her moans became higher, more desperate, mixed with short dry laughs that made me smile against her skin.
I withdrew my cock with a sharp tug, and she rolled onto her side to catch her breath. But I didn’t give her time. I made her get on all fours, but this time facing me, and she immediately understood what I wanted.
She opened her mouth wide without me needing to ask, and her tongue came out wet, to lick the entire length of my cock covered in her own juices.
