Noah treats you gently

While Noah enjoyed your breasts, you slide his shirt up over his head to find that he is unsurprisingly a well built piece of man meat. His muscles were well defined and he sports a six pack across his abdomen. A few scars and cuts dot his upper arms and sides, but no significant injury. His caressing of your body moves the action towards the hammock where you lost your maidenhood. You feel the strong mesh of rope and fiber dig into the back of your knee and you suddenly topple back into it. A flash of Boris throwing you down onto it flashed through your mind, but you push it out of the way. Noah isn't Boris, you hope.

Despite having another brief moment of hesitation from your trauma at the hands of the last Bandit Leader, Noah finishes removing his trousers and leaves you with a view of his mostly nude body. His legs are just as well defined as his torso and he seems to have a rather large sausage of a penis hidden within his underwear. He grins at your silent assessment before climbing onto the hammock with you. The extra weight caused you both to sway gently as he clamors back over you. His hand rub gently at the sensitive pale flesh of your breasts and his mouth sinks into your neck. You feel the warm wetness of a kiss, then a second, and a third as he slowly migrates back down to your breasts. There he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and gently rolls it between his lips. His actions elicit a moan out of you, followed by another. He continues his migration down your body to your belly button before looking back up at you. "Your Majesty, If I may?"

"Yeah..." you gasp quietly. Barely loud enough to hear. You didn't know what his intentions were, but you are panting with need and a desire to know what happens next. "Y-Yeah...I'm a woman of my word. Do what you want."

Noah nods and sinks his head down between your legs. You don't really know what to expect. You thought he would just kind of...shove it in and him moving his face near your groin confused you. Until you feel the warm wetness of his tongue slide up your slit. A shiver of pleasure washes over you as his tongue goes to work on your cunny. He probes it slowly and methodically and always careful not to go too fast. Each time his tongue glides along the sensitive flesh, warm pleasure grows between your legs that washes over your body. His hands grip your hips gently to keep your hips steady as you begin to squirm from his attention.

Finally, his tongue presses against the sensitive nub that crowns your labia and a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your moans get louder and you're sure that at least a few of the nearest residents could hear you outside of the thin fabric of the tent. Your hand latches out against the top of his head and your other clutches the edges of the hammock tightly as Noah continues to focus on your clitoris. His hand reaches up and clutches your breast gently. As he continues prodding your sensitive flesh, a pressure starts to build within your loins. While you had never had much education about sex, you have - a few times - felt the feeling before. Often when your clothes rubbed against you in strange ways, or a couple of times with your hand...Although you always felt dirty afterwards. The feeling welling up inside of you is a much greater magnitude than you had felt before and it isn't long before you gasp on the precipice of your peak. "Noah..."

That was the only word that escape your lips before a shudder of pleasure erupts through your body. You feel your body shudder in pleasure as a flood of ecstatic bliss shoots from your groin through your whole body. Where you were about to warn Noah of the coming climax, instead you push your hand firmly against your mouth to stifle a moan that surely would have alerted everyone in the camp to what you were doing. You moan into your hand for several seconds before the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside and Noah gives you one final lick.

While you recover from your orgasm, Noah rolls his underwear off of his body and finally gets fully naked and you finally get sight of his quite large member. Compared to Boris, Noah's penis was quite long and of a thickness that made you wonder if it would even fit. The base of it is hidden in a curly mat of sandy colored pubic hair that matches with the hair on his head. Instinctively, you spread your legs for the man and he moves up between your legs and takes your offer. You feel the pulsing of his cock against your sensitive labia as he slowly slides his cock against you. He hesitates and looks up into your eyes. "Let me know...If you want me to stop."

You nod and relax your body and close your eyes as you try to steel yourself for what's to come. You feel his cock rub against your slit a few more times before the tip catches at the entrance to your pussy. You feel him hesitate again right on the precipice of penetration before he thrusts forward and buries himself inside of you. You were expecting pain and discomfort like you felt when Boris had his way with you, but you feel no resistance from your body nor pain as Noah's cock slides into you. What you feel instead is more akin to a large rod of pleasure pushing into you. You moan each time you feel him push into your body as his length invades your well lubricated passage with each. It is a completely different feeling from the night before as each time he pulls back, you feel yourself waiting expectantly for the next thrust forward only to be deeply satisfied when it comes.

His hands cup your breasts again and you tentatively open your eyes. Noah is over you and taking in every part of you with his eyes. Your breasts in his hands, the parting of your lips and the moans that were leaving them. Looking down, you can see his large cock disappear inside of you each time he thrusts himself forward. Then when he slides back, his length is coated with fluid that glistens in the candlelight. Your fluids. The hammock rocks each time he thrusts his cock into you. A much more rhythmic motion that the previous night. You could almost fall asleep to it if it didn't herald the jolt of pleasure that runs through your body each time he buries his cock into you. You moan with each jolt of pleasure that shoots through you and wonder sheepishly if you should do something with your hands or legs. Noah seems content to fondle your breasts, but you do little more than give him a lusty look as he takes his pleasure out on your body.

Once again, the feeling of climax begins to well inside of you and not just you but Noah as well. Beads of sweat appear on his brow and his breathing gets more haggard. His thrusts become more labored and ****. You wonder if you should ask him to pull out, but you dismiss the thought immediately. His payment is your body, he can do with it whatever he wills. So you stay laid on the hammock and moan louder as your peak washes over you once more. You feel your pussy clench and see Noah's eyes widen from the sensation of you clamping down on his cock. without hesitation, you feel Noah slide out of you and he sits up over you and in the orgasmic haze, you watch him stroke his length vigorously for several seconds before it twitches in his hand. Warm globs of a white, sticky substance shoot out of the tip and onto your breasts, chest, and belly with each throb of his length.

He is the first to relax into the hammock and put an arm around you as the remnants of your orgasm shakes your body. Instinctively, you lean back into his inviting chest and feel strangely comfortable in his strong arm. For the first time since you left The Capital you feel...Safe. A fear wells into the pit of your stomach. You've read enough romance books to know where this is going - where this could go if not addressed. You couldn't afford to fall in love with Noah. Despite being a former knight, he's a brigand and he could die in a raid tomorrow. Such thoughts were for frilly princesses in castles, not a woman fighting for her life. You couldn't afford to have a weak spot so obvious.

You squirm out from under Noah's arm and sit on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with mild concern and asks, "Is there something wrong?"

You respond stiffly,"I just wanted to make sure you know. This arrangement between us is strictly transactional. You teach me to fight and in exchange you can use my body. Understand? Nothing romantic."

"Yeah..." Noah sighs and climbs to his feet to collect his clothes and starts dressing. "Yeah, you're right. It's all strictly transactional. "

A small knot forms at the pit of your stomach. You hated to ruin the moment, but the lines had to be drawn. There would be times for such things later, but right now it's all business. You had a kingdom to reclaim. After that, if Noah was still alive then...Well, who knows what the future holds?

Noah dressed and collected his things before leaving and you clean yourself up and pull on an oversized shirt before relaxing on the hammock. There is so much to do. Plans to go over, petitions to be made to get the word out, an inventory of what was available and hopefully time for the demon to run the kingdom into the ground.