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Audrey couldn't believe the knight had any sort of experience with women. That heap of metal and sweat has nothing else to contribute except demands and religious rhetoric, but suddenly he reveals he actually had a heart? It was even crazier for her to learn there's another, smaller crusader running around the world somewhere, so not only did he have a lady, he had sex with that lady. That poor girl...
Audrey had to know more. Her insatiable lust for learning every piece of dirt involving her adventuring companions was beyond unhealthy, but a woman has her hobbies. Not like she's going to share around everyone's secrets like it's hot gossip, she's not Margaret.
Especially if she plans to make Reynauld prove his way around a woman...
She brought him in for a small tavern dinner, and the sweetest wine she could offer to the not-virgin virgin knight. Surprisingly he showed up, despite knowing Audrey's notorious reputation. She can only suppose it's cause he's close with Dismas, and Dismas and Audrey are tied like bark to a tree. He trusts her; his first mistake.
"Alright, what do you want from me?" The crusader didn't mince his first words, sitting down while taking off his helmet and laying it on the table. Seems like he just got out of the guild as his hair was sticking to his forehead, but his uncouth appearance and post-tussle odor didn't dissuade Audrey from her sleuthing.
"You got me," Audrey snickered while letting her arms out. "Ol' conniving grave robber always has something up her sleeve. Can't a lady talk to a noble knight?"
"It's about what I confessed to during camp yesterday, isn't it?" Reynauld seemed almost ashamed of himself. "You already know this place is full of terrible men, but I have the privilege of holy oath to never hurt another person with simple desires. You can believe me or not, but I'd rather be bludgeoned to death than face the consequences of breaking my promise to the gods."
"You are so up your ass," Audrey slacked back in her chair and shook her head. "Yeah, this is about what you told all of us last night, but I ain't tryna reprimand you like your priest would. I'm simply curious on how you did it."
"...What?" Reynauld twisted his brow in confusion. "W-What do you mean?"
"Come-onnn, look at you!" Audrey pointed her hand at the bundle of hopelessness. "You're a loser crusader that goes to church every morning to pray away his non-sins. That's sad, no woman would ever like that."
"I-..." Reynauld wanted to be offended, but she was honestly right. "Okay, firstly, rude. Secondly, I met my wife before I pledged to be a crusader. Truly, she fell in love with me because I was a regular man with normal prospects. I was still sad probably, but a normal man nonetheless."
"What the hell?" Audrey's perception was completely flipped upside down. Here she thought he was bible-thumping since birth, probably grew up under a bishop and a nun, but to now know he was just a regular Joe-shmo? "Then what did you do back then? Were you rich?"
"No, the opposite," Reynauld straightened his back. "We were poor, we lived in the same dilapidated village. I became a farmer to support our potential future, but I admittedly wasn't very good at it. We suffered, but we suffered together. Our marriage was nothing less than love."
"Okay, so you were a loser farmer," Audrey still didn't understand. "Don't really get why she still stayed with you."
"Look, I'm not going to sit here and let you insult me like this," Reynauld stood up to his feet and started to turn away, "If all you want to do is humiliate me in public, I'm not going to waste my time--"
"Hey hey hey, come back," Audrey raises her hand up to try to stop him before he gets too far, "I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean anything by it. I'm honestly just surprised you had such a fulfilling life before you came here. A wife that loved you for who you were, willing to start a family with you because of how much you loved her back. It's really impressive, Reynauld, not many people here have that compassion."
Reynauld was starting to become convinced, his back was starting to turn towards the woman again.
"Sit back down, let me make it up to you with that dinner I promised," Audrey patted the table. "I swear you won't see a lick of insult from my mouth."
"I hardly believe that," Reynauld sat in his chair again, "but...I do appreciate your open-mindedness to my character. Not many understand the decisions I had to make, so I more often keep many of those problematic details to myself. But you...you're willing to see through my faults. I must apologize, and shall also extend that kindness to you, as I too quickly assumed an intention of malice."
"Why thank you, Reynauld," Audrey tilted her head. "I hardly see men apologize to me, so that's a breath of fresh air!"
Reynauld laughed uncomfortably along with her laugh, it nearly distracted him from the bottle of wine she pulled up from under the table.
"Now, why don't we start with some appetizers," Audrey revealed a small knife hidden under her sleeve, using the wrist-shiv to uncork the bottle. "Care to indulge, sir knight?"
"I-..." Reynauld was too impressed by her audacity to say no. "Sure, why not?"
-
Reynauld warmed up to Audrey rather quickly, she couldn't believe her wine plan actually worked. The man was full of surprises the more the night went on, and she actually enjoyed talking to him. His shoulders were more relaxed, his words became not so poised, and his love life was a near open book. She didn't even need to force anything out of him, he just let it all out. Or more appropriately, he bragged.
"Sex was a rarity between us, she said it'd hurt too much to put it in," Reynauld slurred his awkward words with a chuckle. "Not to say I didn't fulfill her, I was able to service her in other ways."
"What, like fingering?" Audrey was also teetering on blackout drunk. "Do you even know where the clitoris is?"
"Who doesn't?" Reynauld lifted his eyebrows.
"Oh, you'd be surprised!" But that's Audrey assuming Reynauld even knows what a clitoris is. "I had hooked up with nearly every one of the lads and ladies we've adventured with, and all the men were absolutely clueless."
"Oh, that's terribly sad," Reynauld shook his head. "Wait, nearly every man?"
"Yeah, the closest to getting it was probably Dismas," Audrey name-dropped, "but he's like all the other guys and finished me off with mediocre dick. A lot bigger than you'd think, by the way."
As Audrey took a sip of her drink, the crusader processed her words and was a bit unsettled that Audrey has had sex with nearly every one of their colleagues. He felt like he would've heard about it...
"But goodness, you really were able to get your wife off with just your fingers?" Audrey leaned in with intrigue, her body feeling a little hotter.
"It wasn't just fingers. I mostly satisfied her orally," Reynauld clarified casually, which pulled the lady right back to the back of her chair.
"No you did not," Audrey laughed in disbelief. "No you didn't!"
"Why is that so surprising?" Reynauld raised his hands up. "I had to perform my husbandly duties, all men should know how to satisfy his lady--"
"You cannot tell me you ate your wife out on the regular," Audrey shook her head, exasperated. "And she came?"
"Yes."
"Every time?"
"Yes! Why would I not give her the satisfaction?" Reynauld was so puzzled.
"How long would it take? Did your jaw hurt?" Audrey needed the nitty gritty.
"Oh, every time, but it wasn't any different from breaking my back on the field," he explained. "The time would vary, but I wasn't usually keeping track of it. I just liked how she sounded."
"Oh, you're a freak!" Audrey nearly rolled to the floor shrieking with laughter. "You're lying your ass off, I know it--"
"I'm not! S-Sure she's not here to vouch for me, but I don't lie about this."
"I have to know for myself," Audrey finally gave in to her curiosity. "You can't be a lady's dream and keep it to yourself. Why don't you try it on me?"
The air between them was dead still, the noise from the tavern around them coming back into their senses. Reynauld cleared his throat, "E-Excuse me?"
"Well how else are you gonna prove it? Make me watch you lick the cunt of some random brothel whore?"
"Wh-Why must I prove it to you?"
"Because it's completely unbelievable! A man able to bring a woman to climax with just foreplay, let alone with no experience?"
"It's not that hard, Audrey," Reynauld scoffed. "I'm sorry you've had such disappointing experiences with other men, but I simply must be an exception to this supposed rule."
"But I think you're lying," Audrey reiterated. "You seriously think you can get away with such a boisterous claim? Now I don't think there was ever a lady."
Reynauld grit his teeth. He was falling into Audrey's trap for a challenge. "Well, there was, and even if I could prove it to you, I'd be so out of practice."
"Okay, pussy," Audrey taunted. "If she truly was your only woman, that shit would be instinct for you."
"I..." for a second Reynauld, considered it, "I don't know. I..."
"I'll pay you," Audrey tried to sweeten the deal. "I'll give you two hundred pieces right now, but if you make me cum with your supposed 'tongue skills', I will give you 5K."
"F-Five thousand??" Reynauld was flabbergasted. "Are you trying to solicit a service from me?"
"Of course, I'm the only one getting anything out of it, cause I'm not givin' you a blowjob in exchange," Audrey propped her arm up on the back of the chair. "Just not my style."
Reynauld was staring at the devil herself. She had such an elegance and grace he was beyond curious to crack, he absolutely detested anyone who'd doubt him. But his wife, how he'd share that experience with another, just another betrayal...
What's the difference if he already betrayed her once?
"Okay," Reynauld looked right into her bright blue eyes. "I'll do it."
"You--hoo-hoo, you what?!" That was a little too easy. "Alright! Let's settle it then. Meet me at my room in the barracks. Number seven."
She pulled out her hip pouch and tussled through to get his down payment.
"I do need you to get a damn shower, I'd rather soon off myself then let a dirty body near me," Audrey pushed the coins over to Reynauld, who seemed to already regret the agreement.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he rubbed his face in intoxicated anguish. "Am I really no different from a prostitute..?"
"Hey, dirty money is still money," Audrey then stood up. "Two hundred pieces is chump change to me, so I don't give a fuck if you don't show up at all. Let's say 10pm is your latest arrival, then I'll get myself off. Win-win in my book."
"By the flame..." How will Reynauld explain this in his confessions. No matter, he needs the cash.
"See ya then, sir knight," Audrey skirted around the table and waved away the embarrassed crusader.
-
The women's hallways of the barracks were empty and quiet, so no one could catch Reynauld perusing through trying to find Audrey's door. He hoped he cleaned well, he even brushed his teeth, but also he wasn't sure why he had a need to impress the former aristocrat. Her smugness was all too infuriating, yet she had a charm that was irresistible. She honestly reminded him of...Dismas, who he'd honestly rather crawl into the corner with for the agreement he took tonight, even though he'd laugh him out of the hamlet. Still, men comforted him more during vulnerable moments, but he wasn't trying to be vulnerable now.
He needed to find the strength to prove this lady devil wrong.
Knocking on the door brought her to his view rather quickly, and as soon as she had her eyes on him, she surveyed his body up and down.
"Hm, never seen you so dressed down," Audrey leaned her arms onto the doorframe while commenting on his civilian clothing; a loose fitting V-neck long sleeve with some ragged edges, baggy canvas pants cuffed above the ankle, and slip-on brown shoes. "You look a lot smaller without the armor."
Reynauld could only groan in his mouth, showing his displeasure while trying to keep his anxieties hidden. His heart was pounding, looking down at her as well to see what she came dressed in. She wore clothing that looked rather tight fitting, as her plain shirt accentuated her slim waist and small, yet perky breasts, and her flowy satin pants draped satisfyingly over her wide hips.
"Come inside, don't be shy," Audrey could feel Reynauld's shaking nerves before she even opened the door, and usually she wouldn't care, but the man was pitiful. He looked like a scared puppy stepping past her and into her private room, observing the look of a lady's quarters compared to his own ragged, unkept bedroom.
He let out a huge sigh, "If you don't mind, Audrey, may I use your restroom?"
"Of course, that open door right there," she pointed at her small bathroom.
"Thank you," Reynauld was damn near falling apart. He needed to calm down.
With the door closed behind him, he ran the faucet and let the cold water fill in his hands before splashing it into his face. He was still a little intoxicated, the transition to a sober state would always cause him extreme unease. He knew he wanted to do this, but his gut was eating him alive. What if he did forget where the clitoris was?
After a few breathing sessions staring at the mirror, he got to drying his face with the hand towel and storming through the door.
"Okay, apologies, I just needed to freshen--" Reynauld looked up at the bed and completely froze, almost stepping back. Audrey was laying there, completely naked, lying on her side and leaning against her arm. His instinct was to look away, "Oh, oh my--"
"Thought it'd be a little easier to peel my clothes off now," she rested her cheek on her hand while finding Reynauld's respectful aversion amusing. "Been a while since you seen a lady so indecently?"
"I-...Yes," Reynauld gulped, his face and shoulders were getting uncomfortably hot. He felt the need to rip off his own clothes, but it felt inappropriate. Instead, he manned up and looked at the naked woman head on. "Sorry, I just didn't expect it."
"Heh, I just like seeing you flustered," Audrey repositioned herself to now sitting up, legs slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. She patted on the spot next to her, "Come sit."
Reynauld had a magnetic push away from his nude companion. This was just...so much, so much all at once. Audrey has never seen anything like it.
Nonetheless, he sat down by her, arms touching side by side. Reynauld couldn't deny, her figure was magnificent. She was slender with slight muscle, as he noticed a bicep come through on her arms, but he also noticed a slight pudginess to her belly. A fine lady that took care of her body, but also took care of her soul. It reminded him of his wife. Her thighs were killer, too, as they were squished up against each other and made of pure fat, which Reynauld couldn't lie made his lower stomach twist. He forgot how tantalizing the feminine figure was.
"If ya wanna drop out, it's not too late," Audrey blinked up at Reynauld after the excruciating five seconds of him staring. "Usually lads are all over me at this point, but I could tell you're not like most of 'em. You look uncomfortable."
"Why--No, I'm not..." Red-handed. Reynauld was extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't want to back out and offend Audrey. "You're beautiful, an extremely attractive woman."
"It won't hurt my feelings, mate, truly," Audrey crossed her legs. "I'm a curious cat, but we have two different relationships with sex clearly."
"We do...but," Reynauld sighed, finding the words hard to speak, "I always believed a need to loosen up. Yes, the money is good, but I also thought this would be good for me just to...feel like a person again."
"I see," Audrey nodded, looking down at Reynauld's lap and laying her hand on his thigh. "Well, you're still a person if you don't have sex."
"I know," Reynauld then started breathing hotter, "but it'd make me feel better."
Audrey chuckled, finding his bluntness humorous, "It always does for me."
He just nodded, clearly not as ready as he wanted, but laid his hand on her bareback to get familiar with her. "So, how would you like me to do this? Straight to it, or..."
"However you treated your lady," Audrey felt chills down her spine. "I wanna know your skills from start to finish."
"...Then may I kiss you?" Reynauld cleared his throat from his voice cracking near the end. Gods, it's been so long...
"Of course," she then brought her hand up to his bearded chin, watching the nervous smile form as they made eye contact. Reynauld really wasn't a bad looking guy, she never thought to observe him so fondly.
Her head fell back as his lips fell on top of hers. The subtle sucking and suctioning was a treat, the man's lips and facial hair were surprisingly quite soft. Also he moaned, something Audrey rarely heard from men, he must be holding nothing back. And then his hands, they traveled first to her cheek, then her jaw, seemingly to tilt her head up higher to accommodate his stature. His fingers lightly combed through her blonde locks, pulling the straggling pieces behind her ear as he pressed his thumb against her cheek bone. The man was slow, not going straight for a tit squeeze or a nipple pinch like the others, and though it was refreshing, her body was getting cold. She held back from manipulating his touch, though, he wanted him to prove himself.
"S-Sorry," Reynauld mumbled, he felt like he was being carried away. "This is just how I warm myself up."
"Not a problem," Audrey opened her eyes to how close Rey was to her. "I'm definitely getting warmed up. Why don't you strip your clothes off, too?"
"I-...I'd rather not," Reynauld shifted his eyes to the side. "Unless you'd like me to?"
"Hm, fair, not like you're gonna fuck me," even though Audrey did want to see what that supposedly 'big cock' looked like. "Just wondering if it'd make you more comfortable."
"Ah, I appreciate it," for a woman paying for his service, she was rather accommodating to him. He must be a wreck. "I'll stop talking now..."
Audrey chuckled before Reynauld caught her lips again. She couldn't deny, he was a good kisser. Not amazing, not the best kisser in the hamlet, but she could tell he cared to make her feel loved. Then finally, his hand fell down to her shoulder, his thumb traced the lines of her clavicle, and scooped right under her arm pit to catch the shape of her breast. His thumbnail grazed her hardened nipple, teasing it almost before pulling both hands over the soft, squishy masses. Audrey was impressed by how his hands engulfed her breasts, not a hard goal as her tits were small, but it was a welcome surprise. The man started gentle with his massaging, but leaned into it more and more as Audrey's own moans became more audible. He could probably tell she was sensitive to the stimulation, even just the rubbing of his palms on her nipples caused her belly to sing, the rough callouses did wonders to her body.
Those large hands then fell to her waist, massaging into her divots just as thoroughly, but his thumbs squeezing into her lower stomach was an unfamiliar sensation. The pressure nearly stopped her breath, she wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she didn't hate it. Must be something his wife liked, a push into her lower abdomen. It sure did make her ovaries feel something.
As his hands trailed down to her hips, his mouth followed suit. Down from her face and onto the sides of her neck, he began sucking it just the same as her lips. Now this is what she's talking about, the real freak was starting to come out. No teeth though, just soft, wet smacks on her pale skin. He wasn't as aggressive as Tardif or Boudica, but his sucking was still going to leave a mark. Rough lips, a rough tongue, licking up the sweat on the back of Audrey's neck. She was getting really, really warm now, just in time for Reynauld's fingers to slip between her thighs.
Fuck, he's feeling how wet she already is, that warm up was no joke. His middle and index pushes through the fat of her pussy, stroking down her erected clit that was coated in her sticky discharge. It brought chills up Audrey's spine as her legs naturally fell open, bracing for Reynauld to rub her dry. But he was slow, maybe a stroke a second, and not very heavy handed either. She gave a sigh of relief that perked Reynauld's ears up.
"Are you okay?" He stopped his movements with his head resting on her shoulder.
"Yeh," Audrey looked down to see how big the man's hand was over her crotch, yet he was so gentle with her. "Not used to someone so soft with me."
"A lady's body is the most delicate thing in the world," Reynauld stated. "I don't want to hurt you."
"...Thanks," Audrey was surprised she was being...respected? "But I'm tougher than I look."
"I know, I've seen how you fight," Reynauld smirked, then took his other arm and placed it on her back. "Mind if you lay down?"
"Sure," Audrey's shoulders fell back on the support of the crusader's arm. "Whatever you gotta do to me."
"Mm," Reynauld slowly descended them down to the mattress, making sure a pillow was under her head before laying her down flat. His right hand never left her folds, so he resumed stroking her as he laid by her side. He took her facial expressions as feedback--when her brow started to crease and wince, he lightened up, and when her breathing started to get steadier, he pushed deeper. Audrey was starting to get freaked out by his staring, though.
"You like lookin', dontcha?" She remarked.
"I rely on it," Reynauld responded bluntly. "Usually my wife would have her eyes closed, so she wouldn't notice it."
"Are you just seein' how I react, or do you like looking at my cute face?"
"Both, really," Reynauld then dipped his hand down deeper and curled his fingers into her moist entrance. Audrey's breath naturally hitched, face puckered in as she grunted at his thick sausage fingers going in and out. "See, I know you don't like that."
"You just got fat fingers, tin-can," Audrey gritted her teeth. "Maybe don't try two fingers in one go."
"Penetration isn't your preference," Reynauld read her eyes. "My wife was the same way, she found much more comfort in exterior stimulation."
"What are you, my therapist?" Audrey groaned, but welcomed back the clit-rubbing. "And what happened to you shutting up?"
"Hm, apologies," Reynauld grinned as Audrey watched his face disappear onto her chest. Instantly, she felt that hot mouth wrap around her right nipple, tongue tossing around her hardened nub.
She moaned out more submissively than she wanted. "Fuck, okay, maybe you are a quick learner..."
As she exhaled, she placed her hand on the back of Reynauld's head and tangled through his soft curls. She knew she had to relax, there was too much stress in her muscles, mainly from possibly losing her bet. She had to remember at the end of the night, she just wanted to feel good. No use finding relief if her shoulders are tight. Reynauld was doing a good job taking care of her, and it made Audrey realize how different he was from her other casual flings. They took her as a challenge to overcome, while Reynauld treated her as a human to cherish. He really didn't seem to care about making her cum as soon as possible, not even concerned about making himself cum. His dick was still in his pants, yet he moaned as he sucked on Audrey's tit, like he enjoyed her pleasure like it was his own.
What a weird lad, she pondered.
As he moved to the other breast, his fingers started to grow in numbers, and the rubbing turned more into a massage. Still slow, but he was spreading her wider, and Audrey was really feeling him. He took her through circles, deeper and deeper as her groans were starting to tremble. The sounds coming from down there were also getting louder, the squishes and sloshes, falling onto the mattress under her ass. Audrey was questioning if she was really that easy to please, she was surely increasing the crusader's confidence.
Unfortunately, he stopped, a trail from her lips to her inner thigh being left by his hands as he got up to change positions. Audrey watched him hook her legs over his shoulders, wondering how he got between them so quickly with his body being so stocky. It wasn't the most comfortable position Reynauld had ever been in for such a task, usually a pillow would sit under his wife's hips to give him a better angle, but he didn't want to ruin his flow. Audrey was so ready for him already.
Reynauld observed her pretty pink lips, sprinkled with blonde strands and an exposed hard clit. How it twitched when he'd stroke his thumb over it, how strings of white and clear would appear when he stretched her open just slightly. When he looked up past her stomach and breasts, he could tell she was getting impatient with her huffs. Time to test himself.
Down in tongue first, he licked whatever remnants were left on her. As soft as jelly and as hot as fire, Reynauld was almost getting nostalgic, especially when Audrey's moans started to sound ever so needy. Her fingers locked onto Reynauld's hair.
"D-Damn, your beard tickles," Audrey tried to distract herself. "Trim it next time."
Like Reynauld ever anticipated being down in such a sensitive area, but he could see right through her. Her breathing was getting fast. After cleaning her sufficiently, he flicked his tongue over her nub and felt her legs tense. Naturally he anchored her down with his arms, she wanted to get away from the overstimulation. Usually he'd slow down for her, but he believed she liked it.
"F-Fuck, Rey--" She hissed, toes curled. "Fuck..."
That was his signal to go deeper, widen his mouth and push that favored tongue past her folds. He nearly had to dig his nails into her thighs to stop her from squirming, but her fingers pulling onto his hair were signalling he was in the right spot. His salivating mouth was mixing into her secretions, it drenched his beard, pooled under their conjoined parts. Maybe he should've suggested a towel.
"Ahhh, fuckfuckfuck--!" Audrey's eyes shot open. "Oh, Reynauld..." her sighs go dreamy as she relaxed back down to her pillow.
It's been so long since someone has called out to Reynauld so fondly. "Mm, Audrey..." it only felt right to call back, even if hardly audible through the layers of flesh and fat. He was starting to get a little too hot for comfort, though, the loose collar of his tunic began to burn him. Though he hated to interrupt her pleasure, he needed his chest to breathe. He had no idea how much longer she'd be.
He pulled away with a groan, lips dripping wet then being wiped away by the shirt pulling over his head. Audrey caught a glimpse of his body to check what was going on, pleased by the sight of abs and soft pecs. A little pudgy for a seasoned knight, but him being a hungry guy wouldn't be a surprise. He was probably craving some pussy for decades.
After he threw his shirt to the floor, he assumed position once more, though this time going from above. His whole mouth captured her clitoris, everything shoved onto her aside from teeth. Damn knight was drinking her in, she was tranced by it.
"Hah, that's right," Audrey squeezed her eyes shut. "Yeah, yeah, come-on, Rey..."
Was she begging? Is she getting close?
"Fuck, fuck~," she covered her blood-red face while trying to tuck her knees into her chest, but Reynauld pulled them back. "Oh fuck, don't stop!"
Her voice was falling apart, muffled by her palms and closed teeth. Repeatedly she begged, "don't stop, don't stop" over and over until her hips started to jitter. Reynauld needed to be careful not to let his guard down. The climb was steep, women acted nothing like men, where, for him at least, the climax was imminent. No, it was just getting started, and Rey had to push through the aching in his jaw. Patience, patience, patience...
"Oh, fuck!!" Audrey had to cover her mouth. It's been a good while since her pussy got eaten this well. The fuck was thorough, didn't leave a millimeter unattended. He even beat some of the women as far as endurance goes. She didn't even know the last time he took a breath, the heat from his mouth and the heat from her cunt were indistinguishable.
Strangely, her legs were freed, and she felt those strong hands run up the sides of her waist again. Squeezing the fat on her sides, stretching up to her breasts. Those paws seemed to have been aching for her knockers, gripping them for dear life. His thumbs pushing her nipples into her body were doing wonders for her, all her sensitive bits were at his whim.
Though with this compromising hold, Audrey really couldn't go anywhere. He had her pinned down, unable to go escape until she spilled into his mouth, which could very well be sooner than she expected. That didn't stop her from savoring every nanosecond, every quick lash of his tongue, every miniscule vibration to her flesh. She didn't even care that it was going to be over, her body feels so good.
But she honestly enjoyed watching the man's head between her thighs, soon to be choked between them if he kept this up, a satisfying idea as revenge for proving her completely wrong. The man is probably so smug behind the veil of her crotch, satiated by pride and greed like all the other religious posers. Fucking Reynauld, he was going to be the end of her. She wrapped his hair around her hand and pushed him deeper into her cunt.
"Harder, you fuck!" Audrey had to feel it, she wanted her body to shake and cry. "God dammit, just give it to me!!"
She was getting aggressive, that meant she's about to cum. He didn't need her to say anymore, he let his tongue rub her flesh raw, since that's what she wanted so badly. Holding her by her legs wasn't enough anymore, she had to be held down by her waist. Hands pushed in tight, he focused all his mental energy on her pussy, too close to the end to care if he's going to leave a bruise on her.
"Ahhh!!!" She shouted to the ceiling, "Fuck fuck fuck!! Yes, Rey, don't stop!!!"
Her yelling started to turn into whining, moans of pleasure growing into cries for help. Do women...usually sound this scared to finish? Reynauld wondered.
"Ah! Ah!! Oh my Gods!!" Audrey gripped the pillow under her and pushed it into her ears. "Mmm!! Hah, hah, hah, hah--!" It sounded like she was hyperventilating. "Almost there, almost there--!"
She desperately wanted it out, the torture to be over and be served pure, blissful butterflies. Reynauld was the only way she'd get that feeling pushed out of her gut, as humiliating as that sounds. She had to pretend this was just a random stud, convince her mind that she was digging her heels into a stranger's muscled back, and scraping her ankles against those flagellant scars. Fuck, she can't take it anymore, but her body was keeping it in.
In a flash, she swapped the pillow from the back of her head to the front of her face, exuding out the most animalistic growls a person has pushed out of her. Good that the pillow caught most of the noise, but Reynauld would feel it through her entire body.
As well as the sputter of liquid filling his mouth.
"FUCKKK!!!" Audrey screamed into the pillow, hips buckled and straining. "Stop, stop, STOP!!"
The knight pulled back before she even asked him to, feeling a wash of warm fluid drench his beard and coat his nose. The white sheet under her was completely colored gray, and the whole mattress was shaking. Audrey was finally able to close her legs again as a sort of cope, her thighs squeezed tight to keep her flower protected. Reynauld was...rather flabbergasted by her reaction. He didn't remember his wife acting this way...did he get better at it?
Seeing the woman curled up did cause a sinking feeling in his chest, she didn't even want to show her face she was so shaken. She doesn't seem to want comfort, it seemed like...she wanted to be left alone. But it felt wrong.
Reynauld wiped the excess discharge from his face as he stood up, stretching out his jaw and trying to catch his breath as well. The alcohol seemed to have waned off completely, he was as awake as ever. He had to do something for Audrey, aside from all he's already done.
It felt like only a few seconds had passed with that pillow planted over her face. She felt amazing, but was also so ashamed. Wetting the bed like she was five, sitting in her shame even if it was under completely different circumstances. She looked like a damn fool to the knight, now he's gonna boast that he made the grave robber squirt till she cried. Lost a bet so hard she was left helpless and squirming. How can a man do this to her?
Then that wet puddle under her hip became a dry, soft towel, and another smaller, damp, and warmer rag got between her legs and wiped up her tender folds. Then nothing more, only a shuffling of fabric and a heavy sinking at the corner of her bed.
Slowly, she removed the pillow off her face, and saw Reynauld, now with his shirt back on, facing away from her and staring at the wall. He then spoke to her, "I suppose we're done here then?"
Pitiful silence, something neither one of them thought they'd be in tonight. After a few seconds, the feeling of a hard object following the sound of clinking of coins hit Reynauld's back.
"You deserve it," Audrey propped herself up. "Only other thing I ask for is...you never talk about this. With anyone"
Reynauld looked back at her, then down to the velvet drawstring bag of gold. "To you as well," he replied, then pulled it towards him to confirm the contents.
As he turned his body to retrieve the gold, though, Audrey noticed a large bulge coming up from his trousers. He was rock hard, his concealed cock sticking out past his thigh and twitching with his open-mouth breathing. The fucker just looked sad.
"Thank you, Audrey," Reynauld attempted to cover his groin with the bag, but it was too late. He already caught her staring. "I...appreciated our time together. I hope I made you feel well--"
"Wait," Audrey sighed right as Reynauld stood up to his feet. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "Hold on...I...I feel bad."
The man just blinked, unable to understand what she was on about. "Was it something I did--?"
"No," Audrey was getting red again. How can she say this without sounding stupid. "I just...came, and you...got nothing."
"What do you mean? You gave me coin," Reynauld was refusing to turn back towards her.
"Come on, Rey, you're as hard as the gold in that bag," Audrey stated frustratedly. "Doesn't feel right for you to walk away like that after I just came my brains out."
"...It would be quite inappropriate to walk out like this." Reynauld scratched the back of his neck. "Do you suggest I...relieve myself?"
"I-Instead of that...can I return the favor?" Audrey then began to sit herself up. "If you want nothin' to do with me anymore, that's fine, bathrooms over there, but..."
Reynauld has never seen the grave robber act so coy. Her legs were crossed over each other, head leaned over slightly to drape her hair over her breasts, and her hands laid hidden behind her body. Did she...actually want him?
Reynauld gained the courage to turn back, slowly approaching with his cock leading the way. He laid the bag of coins on the nightstand and propped his knee on the bed, wanting to face the woman at eye level.
"If it isn't any trouble," Reynauld finally responded. "Your body and voice did run me quite hot, but I found it inappropriate to ask you of any favors."
"You know, you're the most respectful guy I've ever hooked up with," Audrey leaned herself back in a more relaxed position. "I can't believe you haven't found yourself another lass."
"Well...I try my best not to make attachments anymore," Reynauld spoke honestly. "At least not anything romantically. Intimate sexual moments like this are different, but I don't find myself finding a partner anytime soon."
"Mm, can say the same," she can't help but stare at that fat bulge in his pants. "Good, more of that fine mouth and huge cock to go around."
"Ah..." Reynauld smiled nervously. "You're quite the charmer, Audrey. I don't plan to make this a habit, I still have my duties to uphold, am afraid this'll take up too much of my time if I get too...carried away."
He couldn't help but watch the blonde crawl towards him, fingers tracing the hem of his pants. Her eyes locked onto his, a sly smile matching those of a fox, pulling down the front of his trousers to bring those conniving fingers to his groin.
"Heavy," Audrey indulged in the weight of it in her palm. "You weren't lying, this would hurt coming in and out of ya."
"Hah, I..." Reynauld was getting so distracted, he can't even take in her cute face, the beauty mark that stretched with her smile. "I don't know if we should...have intercourse."
"I don't plan on it," Audrey then climbed up into the man's chest, her hands clambering to his shoulders. "I don't want a baby in me."
"I assumed not--wha-!" Reynauld suddenly went from facing forward to facing up, her nimble body managed to push his body onto the mattress. Nearly just as she was.
"I wanna show you something," Audrey explained as she began pulling Reynauld's pants off, "that nearly killed my ex-husband every time I did it." She then straddled on top of his lap, his cock laid flat under the split of her slit. "Though, of course, before I actually killed him."
"...Okay..." Reynauld didn't know whether to take that as a threat or not, but the wet flesh against his hot member was a promising sensation.
"Just lay there and look pretty," Audrey demanded as she pulled off Reynauld's shirt as well. "And feel free to take control if you need it."
Just when Reynauld was about to question what she meant, she started grinding her pussy against the length of his cock. The man widened his eyes, almost rolling them to the back of his head, "Oh--Oh fuck..."
"Like that?" Audrey chuckled at the man's reaction. "Oh, you love it."
Reynauld needed to keep his eyes shut or else the gods would see him. How easily he succumbed to a woman's body, there was no holy strength in him to resist. He groaned and moaned with her gyrations, feeling the underside of his cock go numb and his veins beginning to pop.
"Never felt pussy this good in a while, huh?" Audrey rode him faster. "If only you could get inside, it's even better."
"Oh, by the light and flame..." Reynauld tilted his head to the side, hoping it'd hide his face enough from the world. This can't be anything other than some revenge from the grave robber, veiled as 'returning the favor'. She was mocking him, he knew it, but he didn't want to stop it...
"Come on, don't hold back," Audrey propped her hand down on his stomach. "Let it out, darling--"
"Mmnng!!" he snarled as his insides roiled, and cum sputtered from his needy cock.
"That's right, that's right..." Audrey watched the white gel climb up the crusader's hairy chest, then leak all over his abdomen. It leaked onto her thighs, creaming her pussy lips as she continued dragging herself along its length. She liked seeing him squirm under her. "That was fast, huh?"
"Shut up..." Reynauld had his eyes covered with his arm, speaking breathlessly. "Men are easier to please..."
"Just teasing you. Frankly, I really like when men cum fast," Audrey peeled off of him and laid by his side. "Makes me know I did a good job."
"Hmph," Reynauld sighed heavily. "I'm tired...Spend the night?"
"For sure, sir knight," Audrey reached over to her bedside and grabbed a tissue for his mess. "Don't get any of that on my blanket, though. It's nice."
"Suppose you're not so worried about your sheets then," Reynauld wiped himself off half hazardly and tossed the used tissue to the nightstand. "You may have caused a bigger mess than me--"
"You shut your mouth," Audrey rolled her eyes as she retrieved her cover and tossed it over him. "You've proved your point."
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