❤ Belit on bottom

Belit had done a lot of teasing throughout the night, but the time for teasing was over. With her pinned underneath you, the untouchable great thief was no longer so untouchable. Keeping her arm down with one wrist as she continued squirming out of instinct, you placed the other hand over her modest breast, feeling her through the cream-colored, rough cloth shirt she wore beneath her vest. The look on her face told you she wasn't used to being touched there. No bra or extra padding got in your way, allowing you to feel the stiff tip of her nipple through the fabric. Her breasts were perky and firm, but small, easily engulfed by your hand.

You lifted up her shirt, revealing the tan, freckled flesh underneath. Sure enough, as you may have suspected, her saintess mark was hidden here, the golden shape of a clutched handprint circling her left breast. Even the nipple had a slight gold coloration to it, making it distinct from the right. The feeling was the same, however-- you squeezed first one, then the other, as though to compare. "G-Geez... Are you really that interested?" she asked, squinting her eyes slightly as you lightly pinched the tips. "They ain't much to write home about, are they?"

Instead of answering verbally, you maneuvered your palm to cover one of her breasts and massaged it, kneading it with your palm and your fingers. She shivered and clenched the pillow behind her, one of the few spots she could reach with her hands restricted.

Moving on, you pulled one hand up to lay over the other, then restricted her wrists by bearing down with your forearm. With your free hand , you reached into Belit's tight-fitting leather slacks, ignoring her belt altogether. She gasped as your fingers plunged straight into the low-riding panties she was wearing underneath and began to stroke at the damp lips of her pussy. Above them, you could feel a pretty generous tuft of hair-- it felt like she'd put a little effort into trimming it, but it was clear that the bushiness up top was reflected down below as well.

There were no quips in response this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned into it a bit, raising her hips slightly off the bedroll as she allowed you to finger her deeply. She was already terribly wet as a result of all of the foreplay, and your fingers met little resistance, sliding in and out of her tight hole. "Fuck!" the ranger cursed, biting her lip and holding onto the bedroll with both hands now as her hips bucked unconsciously with the rhythm of your wrist. Her actions were increasingly ****, from the rapid movement of her lower body to her eyes rolling slightly upward to face the ceiling.

"Oooh you son of a biiitch!"

A moan escaped her throat as the dark patch on her leather became more pronounced-- you could feel her gushing like a fountain down below as her orgasm came out in the form of an extended curse upon your mother. She wasn't trying to escape your grasp any more. She lay flat upon the bedroll with her legs spread to either side indignantly as you undid her belt and trousers, revealing her messy sex. The bush and lips were both sopping wet with the fruits of your earlier activities.

{if Master = True}You smiled as you traced the freckles down from her belly to her private area. The pinkness was now fully exposed to you and parted by your fingers. You warned her that she'd orgasm again shortly and that this time, you were going to use your cock, not your fingers. The girl nodded silently, hiding her eyes from yours with one forearm. She was breathing heavily and smiling in spite of herself, drunk off the unusual pleasure of being used and toyed with. {elseif Servant = True}Your eyes ran from the cute freckles dotting her belly to the hidden ones about her sex. The pinkness there was now fully exposed to you, parted by your fingers. You'd gotten pretty carried away, but here, you paused and asked if she wanted you to continue.

"What kind of a dumbass question is that?" she asked, holding one forearm over her face to hide her expression.

{elseif Lady's Man = True}You grinned, pleased to see how easily she'd slipped into her role as one of your wives. Her freckled pussy lips were slightly parted, revealing the pinkness between her legs. The ranger might be a master thief, but in the end, she was also a woman-- and you knew how to deal with those."Another round, huh? Let's go, you cocky son of a bitch," she taunted you back.{elseif Freak = True}You loved seeing the reaction of a virgin to this kind of teasing, just as much as you loved counting the freckles leading down to her unshaven pussy. Her pussy was pink, partially open by way of your fingers. With a grin, you moved the arm hiding her face slightly out of the way to examine her sex face more closely.

She turned her head, struggling to compose herself. "You weirdo... Can't you wear a more normal face while you do this?" she grumbled. "You look more like that corrupt guard captain than you do a squire right now."{elseif Duty-Bound = True}You were pleased to see your performance was yielding the right result. The pinkness between her legs was warm and wet now, slightly parted by your fingers. She was ready for you to do your duty as a squire...

At least, that part of her was. She was still hiding her face with one forearm, as if she was either embarrassed to show her expression or hesitant to see the act in motion. You asked her to be calm, telling her this was all part of the prophecy.

"Ha! If it was a dick going in you, I wonder if you'd say the same thing?" Belit scoffed. "Get it over with already!"

{else}Your eyes ran from the cute freckles dotting her belly to the hidden ones about her sex. The pinkness there was now fully exposed to you, parted by your fingers. You'd gotten pretty carried away, but here, you paused and asked if she wanted you to continue.

"What kind of a dumbass question is that?" she asked, holding one forearm over her face to hide her expression. "Just go ahead and do it!"{endif}

You didn't bother using your hand to line yourself up. From this position, she was now basically immobile, and the weight of your body on top of hers was enough to keep her still and push your erect cock inside of her. She clenched her eyes at the sensation, then opened them slowly as you settled in. "Geod damn..."

You asked her if she was hurting.

"No, it's fine. Don't get a limp dick now. Keep going," she urged you, seeming half anxious and half excited to experience the rest. You began to thrust your hips-- here, holding her shoulders down beneath you proved helpful, as it stopped her body from rocking upward and out of position. Her sweating mop of brown hair was matted against her bedroll's pillow as you eclipsed her small body. Her breath was hot against your flesh as she dug her hands harder into the pillow and lifted her legs, clenching them around your lower body. The leather trousers were still partially wrapping them, but you had access to the spot that mattered, moving yourself in and out with increasing speed.

Belit's face showed you what you'd hoped to see: she liked it. It only stood to reason that a girl with such a saucy tongue and worldly outlook would find herself enjoying this part, but she clearly did. A grin sat upon her face as her mind searched for a joke that made sense, but every time one came to her, you fucked it right out of her memory. She started into a quip a few times, only for it to turn into a moan before you ever got to hear the punch-line. Finally, she gave up that losing effort, instead taking your lips in hers for another deep kiss by craning her neck up slightly. You helped her out, pushing down harder so that she could kiss without having to strain herself, allowing her head to rest upon the pillow. Her tongue wrestled yours eagerly, all words forgotten in the face of carnal pleasure.

You felt yourself coming to climax, the same as she'd experienced earlier in the night and, you suspected, had experienced at least once again already since. The pleasure of the reciprocated action burned inside your body as you thrust faster and faster, your sweat-soaked body matted against hers. Finally, it came: you released your seed inside of the great thief, causing her to make a low moan, released into your own mouth as she held her kiss. Her body shuddered with orgasm as your cock pulsed inside of her and your cum began to leak from the open orifice.

"Hot..." she murmured to herself, then wiped at her bushy bangs with her forearm. "Hot damn, I was sayin'. You got... You got a way with that thing, Vin," she complimented you, pushing her bangs away from her freckled face with a goofy grin and speaking between breaths. "Maybe being your wife-- 'scuse me, your saintess-- maybe it's got some perks after all..."

You rose from the bedroll and joined her in wiping off your sweat. While you cleaned up your clothes, she elected to lay as she was, partially undressed and leaking. "I'm not gonna bother with the blanket tonight... I think... I think I need to cool off," she chuckled. "Hey... Go back to your own tent for the night, okay? The bedroll is... fine for sex, but... little cramped for sleeping. We'll use your bed next time, heh heh..."

You smiled down at her, looking forward to the "next time" to come, before lifting the flap to exit the tent. It was late now-- later than you could expect any of the saintesses to be found around the bonfire. You'd have a straight shot back to your bed and sleep, where you could rest off the exercise.