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Remote firelight toasted the darkness. The distant fiddle played for us.
Breathing the same air, our hands sought the other out. Briar snuck her fingers into the waistband of my skirt, a whimper escaping her as she discovered my bare cock beneath. I groaned against her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around the column and pumped me from base to crown, her thumb stealing across the slit, where a droplet of cum leaked. My sac tightened, blood surging to the roof of my erection.
In kind, I flicked open the front panel of her pants and combed through the sprigs of hair thatching her pussy. Briar’s mouth fell ajar, a silent moan lodging in her throat. Obsessed, I extracted more of those sounds as my fingers circled the stub of her clit, the dainty flesh enlarging, then traced the drenched slot of her cunt.
We moaned into one another, fondling and caressing and groping as though we’d had no idea until now what the other felt like. Her palm worked my cock, stroking my length, bloating the pome. My digits drew over her folds, cupping and massaging them. Tracing that tight oval between her walls, I scissored the lips of her pussy apart and probed Briar with three fingers, watching oblivion pull her features taut.
Fuck. Her cleft squeezed my fingers, her arousal pouring down to my knuckles.
Briar sobbed, her hips jutting to meet my hand. My own hips snapped gently, rolling my cock into her fist, the sensations threatening to disintegrate my limbs.
Groans splintered from my mouth, and I slapped one palm against the facade beside her head. I rode her hand, and she rode mine, our gazes unwavering. Moans quivered between us, the ache palpable, the pain lovely.
Unable to stand it, I hitched Briar’s left thigh beneath my skirt and over my waist. My thorn nodded and released my cock, bracing herself harder into the wall and strapping one arm around my neck, urging me nearer. Her free hand bunched up the skirt, then surged to my ass, fixing me in place.
With her tits flush against my pecs, I rolled my waist into the vent of her legs. The front panels of her pants widened, enough for my erection to penetrate the gap. Without waiting, I nocked the bulbous tip at her entrance, the rift of her cunt soaking me. And I rocked my hips upward.
My cock pulsed into her, hefting Briar up the wall. A soft grunt emptied from her throat, and her eyes dipped to mine, the irises forged of mercury. My muscles quaked, the damp clench of her pussy wringing a groan from my chest, the noise rumbling and haggard.
Throbbing between her folds, I snapped my ass tenderly, bucking her up and down on my cock. In tandem, Briar swatted her waist, grinding herself on me.
Slowly. Softly. Sweetly.
Keeping the other in our sights, we paced ourselves. My hips lashed gradually, pumping through the princess. Her pussy clutched my flesh, the tender walls hot and pooling fluid down to my sac.
Briar’s mouth hung ajar, small cries unraveling, in tune with the motions of my ass. She palmed me there, helping to push, spurring me to reach as deeply as possible. I measured my thrusts, whisking into the seat and flexing out to the tip, the friction producing a stream of low sobs from my thorn.
My lips parted in a fit of silent groans, heavy pants wrenching from my chest. We stared and pounded gently into one another, our hips fitting together and thumping, chasing every streak of sensation. Her eyes tensed, each pass of my cock sending a blissful pang through her, each contortion of her pussy ruining me.
We kept the noises between us, not because we feared being overheard. At that moment, we could have inundated the land with shouts. Rather, we confined the sounds between us like something sacred, meant for no one else.
And if there was an element of forbidden restraint involved, so be it. We’d long become well-versed in the illicit impression we gave to this continent. If the danger of being caught added a certain thrill to the risk, we allowed it to spur us on. These obstacles only fanned the flames, for the jester and princess had never played by the rules.
When would it be over? Did I need it to be?
Never. Nay.
If we built any sort of legacy, it would come to this. That I would live anywhere with this woman, be it in a castle tower or an exiled wilderness. That I would walk through fire to be with her. That I would slay a thousand kingdoms to stand by her side. But even if our story fizzled out someday, reduced to a mere line in a history book, I wouldn’t give a shit. Between us alone, we had already outlived and outloved beyond expectation. That history was ours. No one else needed to remember us, so long as she loved me back.
With aplomb, I fucked into her, lunging my cock. Briar reciprocated, her cunt sealing around my flesh and spilling onto it. She gripped me so firmly, another low moan tore from my soul.
I relished the view of her tits splayed from the shirt, a replica from my wardrobe, the swells jutting lightly. The mottled flush of her skin hypnotized me, and the strain of her neck made my mouth water. I swooped in, my lips tucking into her throat and sucking.
A barely contained yelp jumped from Briar’s mouth. Her head flew backward, thumping against the shed wall. Both sets of fingers dug into my scalp and buttocks, nailing me to her, encouraging me. Her body quaked as I licked her pulse point and kissed her skin as if it was her mouth, the flat of my tongue lapping.
I sampled every swallow, every gulp, every shudder of breath. When her pulse struck my tongue, sense abandoned me completely, the taste of her palpitations intoxicating.
That heart beat for me. It pounded with me. And by some miracle, it loved me.
Remembering her speech before our dance, I growled into her throat. Grabbing the princess’s thigh harder and snatching the other, I launched her from the ground. She complied, releasing my ass and scalp before linking both legs over my waist, knotting them at the ankles. Like this, Briar wound her arms around me, anchoring herself as I fucked her, made love to her, took her.
She fucked me back, made love back, took back. Her hips swiveled onto me, the taut muscles of her pussy dripping and catching my thrusts.
Helpless to this woman’s effect, I veered from her throat to watch, fusing my eyes to her once more, drowning in those features. That tenacious mouth and those unhinged moans. The points of her nipples rubbing my own. The stubborn chin, loose and relaxed. That single oak braid cascading down her shoulder, the freckles springing across her cheeks, and the rings of her irises. All of it.
Briar’s eyes searched my own, something reflecting there that seemed to captivate her. Mayhap she knew what was happening to me. By fucking Seasons, let it be the same emotions.
Eyes glistening, she grabbed the sides of my face. Burrowing down on me, the princess seized my lips. Our tongues thrashed, kissing in a gentle frenzy. All this time, we made love without haste, beating our hips in a sinuous rhythm, my cock striking her pussy with tender precision.
