Meet You When the Night Ends

“K… Kishir,” she called his name. In answer, his large hand wrapped around her chest and he caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples under his palms hardened and stiffened. It sent a lewd pleasure coursing throughout her body. He stroked them slowly, making her squirm. Her hips trembled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ankles crossed, as though binding him to her.

“Harder,” she insisted. Les’ finger tightened around her nipples and he pinched it, sending a moan erupting through her. He took one of them in his mouth and used his tongue on them. She felt like she was on fire. Leticia gasped, her thoughts scattering. He was good, and he knew it from the way he touched her. Leticia hadn’t expected him to be so good, but he was ever so attentive to her every twitch of pleasure, every tremble that he did everything that reduced her to a squirming mess.

She moaned, and her hips thrust forward in anticipation for something more. She dug her heels into his back, pulling him to her. His hand, which had been stroking her breast, slipped down and touched her between her thighs. Her back arched, and she screamed in pleasure. His finger dug further, while his other hand stroked her hair, to soothe her.

“More, please—,” she said, and wheezed. His hand, which was on her hair, had returned to her breast, teasing her stiff nipples. He stroked and pinched her there, and his other hand explored her in her nether regions. She twisted her body, moaning. His lips were in her ears now, nibbling and his tongue exploring the folds of her ear.

“Kishir, now,” she pleaded, “Do it.” She couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted him in her. She was wet with pleasure and carving. She didn’t want this foreplay, she wanted him. She trailed her hands from his neck, to his chest, further down to his hardened shaft. She squeezed it and made Les’ groan and tremble in her arms. He reached out and pulled her hands away to his lips.

“I heard that women say that when they are dissatisfied with their men being unable to pleasure them,” he winked, “When they want them to be done fast.” He kissed her. “Let me try to do you better,” he whispered in her ears, teasingly.

“That’s not what I—.” Her protests trailed off and were replaced by a moan, as he pinned down her hands, their fingers intertwined, and his mouth moved down past her belly to kiss her in between her legs. His shaggy hair pricked her belly.

His other hand held her thighs firmly as he entered her with his tongue. He worked slowly, stimulating every fibre of her being, tickling every sensitive spot in her. She gasped for breath and grabbed his hair. His face was buried between her thighs while he pleasured her almost completely. She was liquid fire, pulling on his hair, and thrusting herself at his mouth. Her vision blurred and she could form no coherent thought.

“Kishir,” she kept calling her name. It was the only word she knew at the moment, her only tether to the living world.

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Les, as though unable to hear, licked her and drove her senseless. He lapped at her sweetest spot, enjoying her moans of pleasure. He wanted to hear her call his name more, ever so tenderly. He stimulated her sweetest spot and sucked on it gently, while she trembled and arched.

Her body felt like it would snap in two. Her breaths came in gasps. Her brother’s lieutenant, the victorious, most decorated officer, pleasuring her like nobody in the world had ever been able to. The thought made her tremble as he sucked on her a bit forcefully and made her mind tumble. Her vision blanked as she climaxed. A scream escaped her, followed by a moan.

A cough brought her to herself. She tried to clear the spots in her vision and look around. Leticia lifted her hand with difficulty and pushed up the blindfold that covered her eyes. Pale moonlight streamed through the window. And Les Kishir was here, bathing in the light. His pale skin looked bluish in the moonbeam. He was panting, his lips parted slightly and eyes watery.

In her nakedness, Leticia realized that Les Kishir was still dressed, not one button out of place. That made her want to tear his clothes off. For the first time, she looked into his eyes. They gleamed in the light with a shine. His eyes were golden, like the fields in autumn that she so loved. It emanated a kind of warmth.

She couldn’t look away from his eyes. He leaned over her. “Was there anything insufficient in my service to you, Princess?” he said, smiling. Leticia grinned. She pushed him down and climbed on top of him.