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“Hm, no honeytrees here…”
The silver-haired man turns his gaze upwards towards the clouds, dark and rumbling in the distance. “I didn’t realize I had to go so far out into the countryside to find one.” He murmurs. “And with a storm coming. How untimely.”
Heavy droplets of rain are falling by the time your village comes into his view. Circling his pen over his palm quire, he shields himself from the rain, slowly making his way towards the nearest house.
I suppose I’ll ask a local for directions, he thinks with a sigh.
Rapping on the door, he’s expecting an average villager to open the door, but-
Oh.
You peek through the crack in the door. “Hello? Can I help you?”
Even with only half your body exposed, Qifrey is speechless. Voluptuous curves, gentle eyes, soft skin peeking through the crack—shit.
You’re exactly his type.
Regaining his composure, he manages to force out words. “Hello there! Sorry for intruding. I was wondering if you knew where to find honeytrees? I heard they were native to this region.”
You pull the door open and he sets his gaze on your eyes, trying so very, very hard not do let his eyes trail down to your swelling cleavage.
“Of course!” You smile. “But it’s raining rather hard outside right now—please do come in! I’ll give you the directions later.”
Qifrey hesitates. “I really appreciate it, ma’am, but I really must get going-”
“Please, sir, this storm is sure to continue for a while. It’s late too, look at the time! Rest here while you can, I insist,” you urge, hands on your very wide, very lovely hips. “It’ll be nice and warm in here.”
He swallows. “I- really, that’s not necessary-” But before he can get another word out, you drag him inside.
It’s warm and cozy in your home, Qifrey admits to himself.
“Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable, sir,” you chime, hurrying to the kitchen. “I’ll make tea.”
He resigns himself to your sofa, his weary body sinking into the pillows. Glancing around, he notices a shining picture frame hung above the crackling fireplace.
“That’s my daughter,” you beam from the kitchen. “Isn’t she just the cutest?” Your smile threatens Qifrey’s heart rate as you stroll back into the living room, teapot and teacups in hand.
“You have a daughter?” He tilts his head.
“Yes, sir, I do. 5 years old this year.”
Handing him a steaming cup of tea, you return his question. “Do you have children?”
He pauses for a moment, taking the teacup from you. Images of his apprentices spring to mind. “Well,” Qifrey quirks a smile. “Yes, I suppose I do. Three- no, four now.”
“Really now? For such a young man? I suppose you must be a real heartbreaker!” You laugh, pouring yourself a cup.
Qifrey tries to ignore the way his cheeks heat up. “No no, I can assure you, it’s nothing like that,” he hurriedly reassures. “It’s- they’re- adopted.”
“Ah, I see now. Still, being a father at your age must be tiring,” you respond with a gentle smile.
“I’m really not that young, miss…” he murmurs.
You raise an eyebrow. “How old are you, then?” you muse. But your voice is suddenly sultry, flirtatious, and it sends shivers down Qifrey’s spine.
You lean forward, your full, heavy breasts showing off aaaaall your cleavage dangerously close to Qifrey’s face. And this time, he can’t pull his gaze away.
“Old enough to be a father,” he manages out. You smirk, scooting closer to him. Your arm brushing his is enough to send sparks down his nerves. He can see you, all of you, in such breathtaking detail—the swelling curves of your breasts and hips, the roll of your tummy, the softness of your graceful hands. Even your nipples are visible, perky, peeking out through your sheer white nightgown. His dick twitches in under his robe.
“Really now?” you tease. Trailing a finger up his arm, you can’t help but giggle. How cute.
Leaning over, your lips to brush the shell of his ear, and you whisper so seductively that Qifrey nearly faints: “How fortunate.”
Qifrey bolts upright, standing stiff as a board. “Ma’am, I’m- flattered, truly, but- your child, your husband…we…” his stern voice falls to a hush. “We cannot do this.”
You look up at him. “Sir…my husband left this village a long time ago. While I was still pregnant.” You cast your eyes downward. “And my daughter is fast asleep. Has been for a while now, this late into the night” you crack a smile, giggling. “That girl can sleep through anything.”
Qifrey stills. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t realize…”.
You smile softly, shushing him. “Please, it’s no problem. I don’t mind, truly.”
Pausing, you fidget with your hands. “But if you’d truly like to make up for it…” you whisper, gliding your hand up Qifrey’s leg. “Please, let us…enjoy this moment together, if you would so like?”
It takes nothing more to collapse any of Qifrey’s remaining restraint.
He’s on you in a split second, gasping into your lips, kissing you ferociously.
So, so pretty. So soft.
He’s chanting mantras in his head as his hand slips underneath your thin nightgown, circling and teasing at your nipples.
“Oh- oh, please, sir- ” you gasp out, bucking and whining, grinding your hips into his. He moans into your lips, nudging your legs open with his knee. “You temptress,” he grunts, swallowing back a moan.
Your pussy twitches as his cold hands cup your tits. His thumbs run over your hardening, perky nipples, and you bite back a whimper.
“Such pretty, sensitive little nipples,” he purrs. “C’mere, darling.”
He bends over and mouths at your tits through your sheer nightgown. “You like me sucking on your tits, don’t you?” he smirks, tongue flicking your nipple. “Say it, beautiful.”
“Y-yes, I like it so much!”
His pale, slender hands grab at your waist and ass with desperation, pulling up the hem of your skirt. “Good girl,” he breathes. “You’re so obedient for me, ma’am.”
“Mm, sir, please,” you whine, back arching.
“Not sir. Qifrey,” he whispers into your ear, nipping at your neck. Your pussy twitches as his fingers dip into your slick folds. “Ugh- ”
His fingers twist and scissor inside you, the lewd squelching of his fingers turning your brain to mush. Thumb rubbing your red and puffy clit, Qifrey pulls a whine from your lips. “Aw, poor thing,” he coos. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
You squeal as Qifrey rubs your clit faster and faster, his other fingers thrusting in and out of your hole as your juices leak out.
“C’mon, cum all over my fingers, beautiful,” he rasps. And with a cry, you climax, toes curling and eyes rolling back in your head.
“Fuck,” Qifrey breathes. Your cunt was puffy, slick shinning in the warm glow of the fireplace. He can’t help but spread your pussy lips open with his fingers, admiring your pretty, swollen clit.
Round, heavy tits heaving with effort, you lay back gasping for air. “Qifrey, I- oh!” You shriek as he flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and lifting them—and suddenly, his cock plunges into you.
You’re so warm and soft and tight, Qifrey thinks, gritting his teeth. “I’m- gonna start moving, okay?” he hisses, shuddering as your tight hole contracts around him.
“Yes, please, fuck me!”
With a sharp smack to your ass, he bottoms out in you, leaking tip kissing your cervix. Qifrey’s eyes bore into the spot where you two are connected, watching his cock split your pussy apart.
“Mmm, you’re doing so well,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’ve got such a- hah- such a nice, juicy ass, too.”
With a groan, slaps your ass before grabbing your titties, bouncing and jiggling from the aggression of his thrusts, and he pinches at your nipples. “O-o-ohhh, f-fu-fuck!” you cry. “Fuck me harder, please~!”
“Yes ma’am.”
And with that, Qifrey’s thrusts become harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds your pussy. His hips are ferocious, his cock drilling into you so violently that it leaves your ass cheeks red and stinging.
Bending over you, he moves his hand down to your throbbing, dripping clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in quick circles.
Body trembling, you’re lost for words, only babbling out nonsense as he fucks you deeper and harder.
“Such a round, juicy ass and- ” Qifrey grabs your chin and twists you around to face him. “-such a sexy set of titties, fuck.”
He kisses you harshly, tongue thrashing and tangling with yours as you mewl into his mouth. “Naaaaasty lil’ pussy- hah- you looove this dick, don’t you? Dirty thing.”
You whine, pussy squelching in response, slick leaking down Qifrey’s cock as he hammers into your wet hole. “Yeah? Want me to pump you full of cum? Give you another cute lil’ kid?”
Qifrey’s grinning ear to ear, biting his lip as he imagines you round, plump, tits filled with milk. “Let me make you a mama, yeah?”
You moan, voice cracking. “Yes, yes, please Qifrey, breed me~” you babble. “Wan-want you to fill me with your cum, p-please?”
You’re batting your pretty eyelashes up at him, and the sight makes his cock twitch.
“Breed me, please?”
Oh, god help him.
He really can’t resist you, you and your juicy tits and jiggling ass, your softness, your sweetness. All of it has his pristine mind in shambles as he loses himself in fucking your tight, wet heat.
The plap-plap-plap of his balls against your soaking pussy has him whining with need just as much as you. “Pound me harder, c’mon, please, need your dick!” you moan out. “Make me cum a-again- ah~!”
Fingers bruising your hips, he nips and sucks at your neck. “Whatever you want, sweet thing-” One of his hands find your tit, flicking your nipples, while the other delves down to your bruised pussy, a finger sinking into your pussy next to his cock.
“Ooh, cumming, I’m- cumming!~”
With a squeal, you squirt slick all over his cock and fingers. Qifrey’s jaw drops open, letting out a long, drawn out moan. His balls clench, spurting his thick, hot seed into your abused, twitching cunt.
“Fuuuuck, baby, you- ah- feel so fucking good!” he hisses, eyes rolled back, hips bucking and stuttering to a stop against your ass.
Cock still twitching and stiff inside your pussy, you and Qifrey lay there for a long moment in silence, bathing in afterglow, a mess of sweaty bodies and heaving chests.
You’re still catching your breath when he breaks the silence.
“You…are incredible,” Qifrey breathes. “I’m sorry if I…went too rough. I’ll get you the right herbs, make sure you don’t take to my seed.”
He stands up, his pale skin still glimmering with sweat. “I’ll leave now, ma’am, I’m…thank you for the- oof!”
Your arm wraps around his slender waist, pulling him down into you.
“Stay a while longer…you still need those directions, right, honey?”