She doesn't stop him

She could hear Falc breathing in her ear. His breaths were short and ragged and his lust was so thick it could almost clog the air. The hand on her thigh started to push open her robes, slowly, waiting to see if she would stop him.

"I want you Winlay. Listening to you scream and moan. It drove me mad. The first night I had to pleasure myself before I could sleep. Then you woke me up the second night. I had to grab a passing maid. She was pretty turned on as well, so it didn't take long for me to get her out of her cloths. Please Sister, you can't refuse me knowing the things you have done to me."

Winlay's inner battle was a losing one. As his hand finally pushed her robes aside, revealing her white lace panties, she realized she had been holding her breath. She had caused him some distress. Maybe she did owe him something?

Finding no resistance so far, Falc kissed his way back down to her throat, enjoying the taste of her soft skin. His hand trailed down to her panties and found the start of a small wet spot where her cunt was hidden away. He stroked a finger up her slit through the fabric causing her to buck against him and moan.

"I want you Winlay. I've never wanted anyone like I want you. Your body is a masterpiece that just cries out to be fucked! And you enjoy it too. I know you do. No one could sound so perfectly sensual as you did those nights without enjoying it at least a little."

That was it. Her resolve snapped and her hands flew to his face. She lifted his face away from her throat and her mouth crushed against his. Their tongues met in a wild rush to conquer the other and danced across each other. The arm he had around her pulled her tight against him and the hand teasing her pussy pushed aside the flimsy fabric and drove two fingers into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and then pulled back, her hands pulling open her robes to reveal her perfect young tits.

Falc wasted no time, his mouth flying down to take one nipple, sucking it into his mouth hungrily. After a moment he switched to the other, alternating every few seconds. Winlay bucked her hips as his fingers drove into her over and over, crying out as he brought her closer to the edge.

Winlay's hands flew to the rope binding Falc's robes and as soon as it was loose enough, she opened it so that she could see the buldge of his dick through his underwhere. She had a moment of reflextion that Beldan never wore underwhere under his robes, before her hands trying to pull Falc's off of him. He lifted himself enough for her to get the pants to his knees, but when his dick popped into veiw she forgot about the underwear entirely. His dick was at least two inches longer than Beldan's and it was deffinately thicker. If he had shown it to the maid the night before then she had little doubt he had gotten her out of her cloths quickly.

One of Winlay's hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it, while the other began caressing and squeezing his balls. The Speaker moaned into her breasts, but didn't let up his own work either. His fingers were still pumping into her pussy, faster and harder. Winlay tried to match his rythem, picking up the pace of her strokes.

She was getting close, but felt that he was too because she felt his dick starting to pulse in her hand. Then she cried out in orgasm while Falc grunted out his own. Thick ropes of cum shot from his dick and onto her tight stomach and onto her panties and legs, while at the same time she came all over his fingers that he had buried deep inside her cunt.

Falc withdrew his fingers from her and brought them up to his lips, taking them into his mouth slowly and deliberately. Winlay's eyes grew wide as she watched him suck her juices from his fingers.

"Mmmm Sister, your insides taste even better than your outsides."

He leaned forward and kissed her again, and she could feel his dick already hardening again in her hand.