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Agnes lay on the bed in front of Estinien, both of them completely bare. She looks like she’s in one of fancy ass paintings Aymeric has---like Menphina come to fucking life. She was smiling (her smile…) and had a curious look at her face.
“So I’m to be your dessert, love? How intriguing.”
Estinien smirked, gathering what he took from the kitchen---slightly warmed chocolate and caramel sauces, broken up cookies (rest in pieces), and a few brownies. “Aye, a veritable feast for me, my sweet. My sweet…to be made sweeter.” He lifted one of her hands and kissed her knuckles. “Ah, but where to start? So many tempting places…” Still holding her hand, he dipped one of her fingers in the chocolate sauce and then the bowl with the broken cookies. “What a fine place to begin, eh?” Estinien raised the chocolate and cookie-crusted finger to his lips and sucked and licked it clean, groaning and moaning loudly while doing so.
Agnes’s eyes widened as this unfolded. “Oh my…you enjoying this, love?”
“So delicious. My pretty cream puff. Filled with only the best cream…” He crashed against her lips, and Agnes could taste the chocolate.
“What am I supposed to do during this, ‘Stinien? Do you want me to do anything?” Agnes asked. She’s so eager to please. So damn eager. My sweet pretty girl.
“Stay as you are, my lovely little cream puff. Let me worship you. Let me lick you and suckle you and have my dessert.” This will be enjoyable for both us, my sausage roll. I assure you.
Agnes wrinkled her nose and grinned. “So, what you’re saying is that I should be your pillow princess while you have your way with me?” YES!
“Nay not a princess, Agi.” He chuckled, putting a generous amount of caramel sauce on his fingers. “A queen---for that is what you are.” Estinien spread the caramel sauce on a breast. “Tis time for me to pay closer attention to your marvelous tits.” She’s mine. She’s all mine. That she lets me do this to her---she is a queen. She’s perfect. She’s mine. I love her. I cherish her. She’s mine. And I am hers. “Now…I feast.” He somehow nearly got the whole caramel-covered breast into his mouth, licking and sucking. Not biting. She hates that. No pain for my lady. Only pleasure. Always pleasure. Fuck me, this is good. Sweet fucking titty in my mouth.
“Oooooooooooh…oh dear, love. Are you sure…you don’t want me to do anything?” Agnes moaned, her fingers flexing at her sides.
He released her breast with a pop, leaving some caramel sauce. “You can touch my ears and head, my love.”
Agnes didn’t need to be told twice. She traced his ears, causing him to moan as he retook her breast in his mouth. Fuck me. I’m already hard as a fucking rock and with her doing that, I could almost come right now. But no, must finish my dessert first. Once he ate the remaining caramel sauce from her breast, he suckled it for a few more moments before finally lifting his head, his face plastered with a shit-eating grin.
“Ooooh well, that’s…been good for far I think.” Agnes said breathlessly, her cheeks flushed. “Though I’m still wondering what the couple of brownies are for…”
Estinien pressed a kiss to her lips. “My pretty little cream puff, would you like to see what the brownies are for?”
She nodded in excitement. Estinien placed a brownie carefully on her soft belly and poured a little of the chocolate sauce on it. Agnes didn’t know it was possible for him to look even hungrier and full of lust, but he did. “Ooooooooh I see.”
“Yes, my little cream tart. I’m going to eat it right off you and lick you clean…and then maybe I should give some attention to your other breast. Might be feeling,” he ghosted a kiss to her lips. “neglected.” She’s so beautiful. So beautiful. All mine. And she still doesn’t mind that I wanted to do this. My sweet girl.
He slowly took little bites of the brownie with chocolate sauce, occasionally stopping to give Agnes a kiss or two on her lips and a few kisses on her belly. This is perfect. Just what I wanted. And I know she’s enjoying herself too. “’Stinien…gods, this is…”
“I can see your hips twitching, Agi. Hmmmm, mayhap some chocolate not your other tit but on your lower belly. That riles you up, my sweet.”
Agnes let out what Estinien could only assume a whine. “If you do that, you’re asking for trouble, ser dragoon.”
“Oh my, someone is getting excited. I think…the other breast for now. I’ll have you wanting and begging, my sweet little cream puff.” With a wicked grin, he poured chocolate sauce on the other breast. “I’m so hungry, Agi.” He growled and then like with the first breast, practically devoured it. His tongue was seemingly everywhere. His mouth suckling and kissing. Her hands were in his hair and tracing his ears. Fuck, she’s getting louder. She’s never loud.
“Love, please…”
“Please, what?” He groaned, licking her erect nipple.
“Please…p-please…” Agnes moaned, her thick thighs rubbing together. “Please, love…”
When the chocolate sauce was gone, he straightened his back and sat back on his haunches. “You know, Agi, you shouldn’t interrupt a man having his dessert.” He said in an almost threatening manner, running a finger from her neck down to her belly. “Or…there might be consequences.”
“I’m the Warrior of fucking Light, love---your consequences don’t scare me.” Agnes smirked, staring at his very hard cock. “Because I know you’re suffering as much as I am by prolonging this. You want to fuck me senseless. You want it more than you want to eat a damn brownie off my belly. Admit it, Estinien.”
She…she…she…she challenged me. She has never. Ever. EVER. She always is submissive to me. And…she dares…now?! We’ll see about that, Warrior of Fucking Light. I’ll have you my way. And only my way.
He snarled and angrily took the remaining caramel sauce, pouring all of it on her lower belly. And then placed the brownie on top for good measure. “Listen here, sweet girl, you will lay here while I have my fill, do you understand? And when I’m ready…and only when I’m ready, will I fuck you into the mattress. Is that clear?”
That smirk was still on her face. “Crystal, love. Enjoy your dessert and prolonging your intense suffering. Your cock’s been weeping this whole time. Must be…hard to deal with.”
With one more snarl, Estinien dove his face into the brownie and caramel sauce, taking his time to eat his treat and lick her clean. Halfway through the brownie, he poured the rest of the chocolate sauce and broken cookies onto her lower belly---the mixture becoming a sweet mess. Again, like a starving man, he lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed her skin.
“Hands off my head and ears, sweetheart.” He growled as Agnes nearly resumed her touches.
“Doooooooon’t you see that this only makes things more difficult for you?” Agnes asked, her voice reaching higher pitches every second. “How you must be suffering so, my grumpy dragon…”
Estinien finished the mess he made on her belly, sitting straight again and licking his lips. “I held out, sweetheart. I can be very patient when I want to be.” He leered over her plump form, a finger tracing her clit. Agnes whined; her cheeks flushed a bright pink. “What’s that, Agi? Is someone needy? Is someone all fucking riled up from dessert? Oh, someone is very wet for me. My…good, sweet, pretty girl.” He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Do you still want to me my good girl?”
“Y-y-yes, love.”
Mine. All fucking mine. “Then be a good girl by opening your legs so I can have my second dessert…and third.”
Agnes did as she was told, opening her thick legs. Estinien, with a nearly half-mad look on his face, watched her wriggling on the bed for a few moments before diving into her cunt. She tastes so fucking good. Always good. So sweet. Squeeze those fucking massive thighs on my ears, Agi!
“’Stinien! Fuck…do…whatever you…want…only…wanted…to tease…a little…” Agnes gasped; her hands gripping the sheets. The fire was pooling in her belly and then, in an instant, she came on his tongue. Perfect, I could drink her for days, weeks, moons, years. She’s so good.
“Second dessert was just as good as the first. The third though,” kissed her soundly. “I think should be lady’s choice---for being so good just now.”
Agnes’s hands ran through his long silver locks. “Your favorite, love. From behind.”
“How very generous, sweet girl,” Estinien murmured as he repositioned them both. “Though, every position with you is my favorite. Any angle I can see your pretty body is my favorite.” He lined her fat fucking pretty ass up with his swollen cock, exhaling before thrusting into her cunt. “Fuck, so fucking tight…good girl…”
Each proceeding thrust grew harder and faster than the last. Both were panting and moaning terms of endearment to each other. As Agnes clenched and let out a small cry below him, he came thunderously screaming her name. They lay side by side, gasping for breath. Estinien pulled Agnes’s backside against his softened member, wanting her close. Mine. All mine…Mine.
“Agi…”
“Hmmm, I think I’m dead, love.” Agnes giggled languidly. “Gods, that was something else.”
He gently kissed her shoulder. “Really loved my dessert, sweetheart. And now, I shall tend to you. Bath?” Kiss. “Snack?” Kiss. “Water?” Kiss. “Massage?” Kiss. “Cuddles?” Kiss.
“Bath, love. Just want to be sure I have all the stickiness off me before we go to sleep…and cuddling, of course.” Of fucking course we’re going to cuddle damnit. Just want to hold you…always hold you. Agnes sat up and watched as Estinien raced to the bathroom to run the bath. He came back just as quickly and wrapped her in a towel. “Love, I don’t need—”
“I’ll keep you warm while the bath is running, my love.” He murmured and kissed her forehead. Red aether swirled around him, and Estinien lifted Agnes easily into his arms. The least I can do is carry her, when she’s been so good to me tonight and every night. She deserves to be treated like the queen she is. He let her down next to the tub and enveloped her in his arms for a big hug.
“You don’t have to do any of this, ‘Stinien. I can—”
“Nay, let me care for you. Please. You’ve done so well tonight. Let me.” He whispered into her hair, rubbing her back. “Allow me, Agi…” He continued to hold her while the tub filled, only releasing her to turn the water off. “In we go, my angel.” He held out his hand and assisted her into the bath. Once she was settled, he got in, sitting opposite her. He took some soap and a washcloth and began lathering.
Agnes blushed. “You really needn’t—”
“Agi, you see to everyone else’s needs but your own. Please, let me see to yours.” You are stubborn as fuck sometimes. Just let me do this! He carefully cleaned her, murmuring how pretty she is, how well she did for him this evening, and how much of a good special girl she is. When he was finished, he once again assisted her getting out of the bath and wrapped another warm, fuzzy towel around her. “There we go, sweet girl. All clean. Do you want to cuddle nude or shall I fetch your nightclothes for you?”
“T-shirt and shorts…if that’s alright.” She said, blushing again. “You—”
As he rummaged through a pile, he snorted. “I swear if you say I don’t need to do any of this one more time, I’ll be furious.” That’s a lie. I can never be angry at you, no matter how many times you say you don’t deserve nice things. Or me doing nice things for you. “Here you are, sweetheart.” He handed her the t-shirt and shorts with an affectionate smile.
Agnes threw the towel off and nearly launched into him for a big hug. “I won’t say it I promise! But I will say,” she kissed his heavily muscled and scarred chest. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I never tire of saying it…or showing it.”
“As I love you, Agi.” He couldn’t help the lopsided grin that crept onto his face. You mean everything to me. My savior. My queen. My lady. My love. My light. Mine. All mine. Mine to hold. Mine to love. Mine to cherish. Mine to adore. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Agnes quickly dressed, and they both got into bed. “I love it when you spoon me and hold me close…it’s so comforting, love.” She sighed dreamily as Estinien wrapped an arm around her waist, which then wandered to cup a breast. “Love!”
“Hmph, and this is comforting for me.”
“Who knew boobs could be so comforting, hmm?” Agnes smirked and stifled a laugh.
“I did! Quite comforting indeed. And soft. And could easily be fucked at a later date.” Estinien gave the breast a squeeze and yawned. “Right now though, rest…rest, my love…” He heard Agnes hum in approval as he smiled.
As she is mine, I am hers. Always hers. Hers to love. Hers to cherish. Hers to adore. Hers to fuck. Her knight. Her king. Hers. Hers. Hers.