Starry Resonance

Something Yvain had always been good at was knowing in what position pyros and lunaris were at all times. It allowed him to know what the hour was no matter the circ.u.mstances.

He was usually up by eight o'clock in the morning, which was the time everyone would gather and plan out their duties for the day or lack thereof. But it was still six at the moment, and he could feel his p.e.n.i.s being s.u.c.k.e.d into a warm vortex of bliss.

Seeing a lump rising and falling steadily in front of him, Yvain quickly took the covers off to find Nora with her mouth fully swallowing his d.i.c.k. Her eyes were closed in rapture, but when the light hit them they slowly opened up to look at Yvain with half-open lids showing a dreamy state. As if she was inside a euphoric trance. Yvain had to hold back a m.o.a.n as Nora's lips slowly rose over his rod.

Her cheeks became concave as she did her best to coax everything out of him with a slurp, her soft tongue looking for all the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spots it could find. Once her lips were only covering his head, she slammed her face down, forcing a groan to escape him. He could already feel a liquid coming out of his p.e.n.i.s as he saw her swallow ceaselessly, the sound taking his body into a delirious heat.

Nora's hands weren't idle during all this. She kept running them all over the contours of his body, feeling his sides, pecks, and abs. When they reached his n.i.p.p.l.es, her fingers started playing with and pinching them while her head rose up once more. This time when her mouth was on the head, she increased the suctioning power.

Yvain's h.i.p.s left the bed, finally unable to hold back from m.o.a.ning. Nora lifted herself with them in order to keep the head in her mouth and, still s.u.c.k.i.n.g on it, grabbed on to his behind. With his lower half, including his legs, now in the air, and a platform created for her to do her work, she suctioned his head even harder. The sensation was too much. He tried to escape her hold but her arms held him in place like a vice.

The embarrassment Yvain was feeling toward his current position couldn't be denied. Yet it was all overshadowed at the pure joy that Nora now demonstrated with him in such a state. It was intoxicating to see her enjoy herself so much while s.u.c.k.i.n.g on his d.i.c.k. A part of him was admiring at how powerful yet feminine her body looked and felt. Gone was the fragility from yesterday and in its place, a sensual strength that demanded he conquered and let be conquered.

In the midst of the blissful torture, his p.e.n.i.s started twitching and he could feel himself become larger. Nora didn't miss this and a throaty laugh filled with mischief, muffled by his p.e.n.i.s, escaped her. Giving Yvain no time to rest, she started smashing her face against his pelvis in a constant deepthroat.

The slurping noises became more frequent and desperate, giving an idea to how badly Nora wanted him to come. It didn't take long for her to start m.o.a.ning herself as his p.e.n.i.s kept reaching all the way to the back of her throat, the hard rod shinning under the coat of saliva she was leaving behind.

Nora pulled Yvain's h.i.p.s closer to her and started staying a bit longer on the downswing, trying to imprint the feeling of its size and girth inside her.

The sight of his large tool leaving and entering her mouth violently, the desperation in her movements, the sensations, and a final thrust of her face into his pelvis pushed Yvain into having the first o.r.g.a.s.m of his life.

Shutting his eyes, all the euphoria surrounding his body was pulled into a sharp note in his d.i.c.k. He tried to thrust deeper into Nora's mouth to release it, but it failed, and that's when he realized that his body was falling back into bed.

When he opened his eyes and looked at Nora with frustration, her eyes had rolled back into her head and his d.i.c.k was completely buried in her mouth with some c.u.m falling out of it. Her arms were stuck beneath him and her body kept spasming but she wasn't moving her head or s.u.c.k.i.n.g as strongly anymore, just swallowing all the c.u.m that was coming out of him.

Yvain was still c.u.m.m.i.n.g though, and he needed to recreate the sensations she had brought him at all cost.

As he entered and exited her throat fast, it became more difficult for her to swallow, and more of his c.u.m started escaping her mouth, pooling around her lips and his crotch. Some of the tantalizing pressure had come back but it was still not enough. "Suck it!" Yvain growled, and Nora's eyes refocused on his own with surprise. Her mouth immediately constricted around him and his own eyes rolled back as his h.i.p.s started pounding her face in concert with his arms pushing her head.

The worry Yvain had held at her well being was long gone and using his full strength, which was enough to easily crush boulders, facef.u.c.k.e.d Nora. Yet the sounds coming out of her were the most o.b.s.c.e.n.e thing he had ever heard. She was choking on his c.u.m, slurping his c.o.c.k and m.o.a.ning incessantly. None of the injuries he might have expected came to be.

With a final thrust, the largest wave of c.u.m Yvain had released busted out almost directly into Nora's stomach as he held her head in place. The viscosity and sheer amount made it acc.u.mulate and go up her throat until some of it escaped through her nose and her cheeks became two fat dumplings.

Nora kept her lips sealed though. And as Yvain fell back in exhaustion, heavily panting, she slowly drank all that he had offered. He released her hair and started petting her as she licked up the remaining batter and cleaned him up.

She gently kissed his deflating length, scooped up c.u.m with her fingers and sent it to her mouth, nuzzled against his waist. It was an act filled with so much tenderness that he couldn't keep himself from giving her caring pecks when she finally climbed up to lie at his side. Nora innocently laughed as she tried to escape his lips. Her lips, nose, cheeks, forehead. None of the past l.u.s.t remained, only a quiet appreciation at what she had just given him.

"Good morning," she said when they both finally relaxed, gazing at each other.

"I have several questions running around in my head," Yvain said, "but I don't particularly feel like asking any of them."

Nora snuggled closer, "Why don't you just ask the most important one then?"

Mulling over her suggestion, Yvain decided to clear up his most pressing doubt. "Your injury is obviously healed," as if to show him, Nora slid her leg over his, "but what about your strength?"

"Yet you held me in place so easily," he said while staring at the ceiling. Yvain didn't know how he felt about it. He and his master had more or less always been equal in strength. And no one besides her had ever been his match. Even the man he killed yesterday hadn't put up a fight. Nora was the first person, and a woman at that, to best him like this. He was frustrated, but at the same time, he could feel the excitement of a battle against a stronger opponent. A weird mix as he and Nora hadn't been fighting exactly...or maybe they had.

Yvain suddenly felt Nora's breath on his ear. "And you relentlessly f.u.c.k.e.d my mouth," she said in a wicked whisper and bit his earlobe. He reflexively grabbed one of her buttcheeks, pressing her body against his.

"I don't know what came over me, but it was amazing," he said and looked at her, "you were amazing."

Nora giggled, "That goes both ways." She looked down and grabbed his now soft p.e.n.i.s in her hand, playing with it. "I've never seen a man e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e so much," she said breathlessly.

"Is it not normal for men to come that much?" Yvain asked.

"Not at all, has it always been like this?"

"I can't say, this is the first time I experienced an o.r.g.a.s.m."

Nora's hand stopped. She looked up into Yvain's eyes trying to find any sort of hint pointing at him teasing her, but none was there. And with that fact, a joyous smile took over her. It reminded Yvain of the younger girls he had seen back when he was still a student.

"You're serious aren't you?" she asked, more in an attempt to put the fact into words than to question its validity.

"Love?" Nora said with eager hopefulness, but right afterward some slight regret appeared on her.

"I don't know. Though what I'm feeling definitely comes close to what others describe as love." Yvain turned on his side, prompting her to do the same, and melded his body with hers. He basked in the softness of her large b.r.e.a.s.ts pressed against him and their legs intertwining, slightly amused at how she didn't let go of his c.o.c.k throughout the shift in position.

Yvain pressed his forehead against hers, "Whatever the case may be, I want you with me. I want you to join Draconian's Tavern."

Nora didn't immediately answer. When the silence stretched on for a bit, Yvain moved his head back and found a troubled expression.

"I...I don't know if that's a good idea," she said.

"Why not?" Yvain didn't think anyone would argue against it. Nora was plenty strong and she even had knowledge that could help all of them grow. At the same time, the two of them had basically been connected to the hip since yesterday. It felt as if the last missing piece of a puzzle had arrived and filled its intended hole.

Nora's hand released its grip on Yvain's limp friend and traveled up his torso, stopping on his c.h.e.s.t."Before we discuss that, where do I have to go to wash all this grime off?"

It was then that Yvain saw that Nora was still in her clothes from when they met yesterday, and he was n.a.k.e.d. He looked around the room and found that the tattered chainmail he had been wearing was discarded on the floor.

Lightly slapping Nora's buttcheek he spoke, "You took my clothes off while I was asleep?"

"Now that you mention it, you've seen me n.a.k.e.d twice now but I haven't seen you even once," saying this much, Yvain became more conscious of the body covering his own. Since Nora was still using one of his arms as a pillow, he used the one on her buttcheek to investigate the surroundings. His hand unabashedly touched anything it could grab. Her t.h.i.g.hs, back, arms. She might not be as muscular as Freya or him, but Yvain could feel the strength of Nora's muscles through the material covering them.

"Do you-hnng! want to see me now?" Nora slightly whimpered when his hand gripped one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. He quickly pulled it back, not knowing if he had done it too hard or not. But he saw that the dreamy look from before was appearing on Nora again, and she was slightly panting.

"I do." Yvain untangled himself from Nora and got off the bed.

Taking Nora's hand, he softly pulled on her arm to indicate for her to get off too. A somewhat confused Nora did as suggested and started following Yvain who was heading for the door opposite the bed.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"The shower."