Janno's head swam with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he perceived Dalia's beauty; her mature, yet beautiful face, with high cheekbones and full lips, and deep blue eyes. His eyes took in the large, firm bulges in the chest of her robe, and the way it clung to her wide, round hips. Dalia was leaning towards him, her hand softly rubbing the inside of his thigh through his trousers as her breasts pressed against his arm, her lips parting as she closed in for a kiss.
On the other hand, the other two could be back any minute. And sleeping with one of his party members might introduce strange tensions within the party. But still, he didn't want to insult her and lose her experience, and his cock was getting hard from the sight and smell of her.
Blinded by a sudden burst of passion, Janno leaned forward, pressing his lips against Dalia's fiercely as their tongues danced hungrily against the other. He wrapped one of his muscular arms around Dalia's waist, pulling her close as he ran his other hand up her leg, raising her skirt up to the mid-thigh region before stroking under it, in a gentle back and forth motion across her inner thigh. Dalia gasped slightly, the sound muffled by Janno's probing tongue, and ran a hand though his hair, as she slid the hand on his thigh up to his crotch, feeling his eight inch erection through his trousers. Her eyes widened, and she broke the kiss with a shocked expression. "My word..."
Janno just grinned and pressed against her, his tongue running down her neck before he began to kiss down her shoulder, raising a hand to slip the wide collar of her robe over her shoulder. Dalia groaned and leaned back from the necking, lowering herself to the ground on her back as Janno followed, sliding his hand further down her thigh, brushing against her thong-like underwear. Dalia spread her legs slightly unconsciously, closing her eyes and tilting her head back with a pleasurable sigh as Janno rubbed his fingers up and down the material, pressing it against the wet lips of her slit, feeling the moisture soak through the fabric. His other hand moved down to cup one of her large, firm breasts and knead it slowly, feeling the nipple harden and press against his palm through her gown. Dalia gasped, before raising her head and reaching one of her hands down to fish through a pouch hanging around her waist, removing a cluster of purple berries from it and placing them in her mouth. Janno regarded her questioningly. "Berries?"
Swallowing slowly, Dalia smiled softly at the burly fighter, placing a hand over the one fondling her bosom. "Timmius isn't the only one who knows plants, my dear. We druids have a few tricks of our own... that was lamusberry, something to prevent fertilization."
"You mean..." Janno leaned back, weighing this. Dalia's smile became sultrier as she leaned up, kissing Janno softly as her hand worked his rock-hard shaft out of his trousers. "Yes, you can..." she just grinned, stroking his cock loosely with a hand before clasping it on the base and circling her tongue over the head before wrapping her lips over it and sucking it fiercely, coating it with her hot saliva as her tongue trailed over the underside. Janno groaned, placing a hand on the back of her head to control her pace as he reached down with the other to fish her underwear down from her crotch, leaving it to hand loosely from a foot as he plunged his hands back towards her sopping vagina, pressing two fingers past her lower lips to swirl her inner juices. Dalia moaned from the attention, paused to briefly throw off her robe and completely take off Janno's trousers, then went back to work over Janno's cock, the hum washing over the length of the rod still in her mouth and causing his balls to churn.
Sensing the rigidity spreading through the fighter's body, Dalia lifted her head from off of Janno's rod, twisting her body upright before spreading her silky legs to straddle Janno's lap while facing him, her tits pressing against his bare chest as she sank down, his rigid cock piercing her slit, her hot insides clenching around it as it plunged in to its entire length, Janno and Dalia joined in a loud groan as the druid threw her arms around his shoulders, and Janno wrapped his arms around her waist and instinctively started to buck wildly, causing her breasts to heave under her robe.
"Ahhh!" Dalia cried, leaning her head against Janno's shoulder breathlessly as her thighs tightened around him, his penis pounding in and out of her cunt. "Oh goddess! More! You young stud! Ahh!" Her fingernails dug into his skin through the tunic as he redoubled his efforts, grunting from effort as his balls slapped against her rear. She arched back, her head lolling back from the intense feeling of pleasure crashing through her with every thrust, her tits heaving freely now. Janno instinctively latched a hand onto one, pinching the hard nipple before grasping it roughly and continuing to press fiercely into her, before finally she gave a cry, and her inner walls closed around his cock, constricting it as an orgasm rocked her body. Janno tried to fight it, but only managed to plunge ahead a few more thrusts before his balls twitched and sent spurt after spurt of semen deep into Dalia. He clenched his teeth and ground his hips into hers as he came, rolling his cum-shooting member around in her and causing her to climax again, squeezing his dick for all it was worth. Finally, sweaty and exhausted, they collapsed back onto one another, Janno cradling Dalia in his arms.
Dalia looked up at him as the deep flush on her face and chest started to face, and smiled softly. "Thank you, Janno." Janno nodded back mutely, holding her for a moment more before she left to return to her tent and clean herself up. Janno pulled his trousers back up and sat back next to the fire, looking around the campground and wondering if they had been heard... |