Fuck him with your ass

You know just how to put Furgus to use. A little reward for you both. You pick him up from the bed and carry him over to the stone wall with a window set in and find a place where the mortar has gone a bit crumbly. With a swing and a mighty cry you bury several inches of the blade between two stones. Furgus yelps in surprise, but the effect is exactly what you desired: he is firmly buried in the wall at about waist height.

"Hey what are you doing?" demands the sword. "This isn't one of those things where you stick me in a rock until the man who will be king comes along, is it?"

"No," you say, running your fingers over the quivering cockmeat of the sword's handle. "Trust me."

With a devilish smile on your face you turn around and step a little away from Furgus. He does look pretty sill sticking out straight from the wall like that, with his veiny cock throbbing in the air, but he also looks inviting. You back up, bending over as you do and bending your knees so that your ass presses beneath the handle of the sword and your warm crack cradles the underside of his shaft. Furgus groans as you rub your soft ass up and down against him, teasing him and inviting him with your yielding flesh.

Once you're both a little more worked up, you grab hold of his shaft and with one hand you pull your cheek to one side, exposing the pink knot of your little asshole. Stroking Furgus, you rub his cock all over your tender hole, smearing his copious precum up and down your crack and on getting the oily wetness on your pink pucker.

"It feels so good," moans Furgus. "Put me in you, please. Put me in your ass."

When the sword is right, he's right. You notch the drooling head of his cock into the dimple surrounding your asshole and slowly begin to press back. At first it feels as if there is no way his fat cock will fit into your dainty little hole, but with a gasp the pressure overcomes your muscular ring and the warm fullness of his cock begins to slide up your ass. You move slowly, inch by inch, until your cheeks collide with thw sword's guard and every throbbing bit of Furgus is buried between your cheeks. You stop for a moment to steady your breathing and collect yourself, giving Furgus a little squeeze in the process.

You begin to move slowly at first, inching forward and off of him, then slowly guiding your ass back again until it collides with the guard. He's so big you can feel every ridge of him as it moves in and out of your stretched little hole. As you begin to get up a steady, slow pace, you reach between your thighs and begin to stroke your clit. Gods, you're so wet. You grunt and strum your little bud, pleasure jolting through your body. Your dangling tits bounce as you begin to move faster. You can feel your orgasm building.

"I'm going to cum," warns Furgus.

"Not yet!" you gasp, still pushing yourself. "Don't cum yet."

Your head is down and your hair dangles in your face. Sweat is beginning to coat your body as you work your hips faster and faster, pushing back and forth on the fat cock stuffed up your little ass. Your fingers are a blur on your straining clit. Trickles of sweat falling down your swaying breasts and dripping from your swinging nipples. You can feel your orgasm on the very brink of explosion.

"Aaahhhh!" you throw your head back and scream with pleasure. "Furgus!"

Waves of ecstasy pulse from your clit to the depths of your contracting cunny. Your ass clenches in unison with your orgasmic contractions, squeezing and milking the stabbing swordcock until Furgus can no longer resist his own orgasmic release. You see white, so intense is the pleasure, and you are dimly aware of the sword gasping with his own ecstasy as heat pours up your ass in twitching releases. Shaking, shuddering, you slowly come down from the orgasm as Furgus paints your bowels with his hot seed.

When you finally slip off of his deflating cock you clench your muscles to hold it all in.

"Good boy," you say, turning and squatting in front of the sword. You brush sweat-heavy blond hair from your face and take hold of the cock with both hands. You can taste yourself and his salty spunk as your tongue begins to clean him. You reward Furgus with yet another blowjob.

This time you tell him, "Cum whenever you feel the urge," and return your lips to him, sliding up and down, slurping and bobbing and fondling him with your hands. When he warns you that he is about to cum, you lean back and stroke him with two fists, wanking out hot ropes of white cum that splatter onto your pressed, sweat-damp tits and into your open mouth.

You get cleaned up and head to bed with him, cradling the sheathed sword between your thighs as you drift off to sleep.

You are awakened by a loud cry from outside the inn. It is still dark outside but you see a strange glow through the window. Rising slowly from your bed, you part the curtain and look out upon a scene that turns your blood to ice.