Yes, pleasurably so

Soft, shifting movement awoke Isa. Cracking open an eye, she peered to see Magnus rustling, handsome face contorted with effort. She let out a soft sigh, her hand gently caressing him to rest again but that only seemed to irritate the drowsy boy. “Hey, rest, you were hit with an arrow and fell into the faering.” She whispered soothingly, warm breath tickling his ear as she nuzzled into the side of his head.

Magnus’ whole body lost the tension it was carrying upon hearing his beloved’s voice. Chapped lips tried forming sounds, but all that came out was a dry croak. Isa sat up, quickly grabbing the waterskin and bringing it up to those parched lips. Magnus greedily drank what was offered, grumbling when she took it away too soon for his liking. “Oh, hush! We need to save our water until we can boil some more when we, uh, land… somewhere…?” The thought of what to do next had not yet occurred to Isa. She had been preoccupied with taking care of their wounds and doing inventory to pay much mind to what they would do when Magnus awoke.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” Hoarse voice finally materialized through the groaning sounds. His hand instantly went to his chest, boyishly charming face adopting a pained expression as his muscles tugged on bruises and scrapes. “Did your father punch the shite out of me when I proposed to you or something…?” Magnus’ eyelids fluttered as he tried to take in the bright sun, failing in the end.

Isa held her tongue, wanting to gift her lover a few more precious moments of blissful ignorance. A solitary tear streaked down her cheek. “Yes, my love, that is exactly what happened.” Her fingers gently stroked his cheek, enjoying the soft fuzz of his face that he was so riotously proud of. “It’s just the two of us now…” Magnus did not say anything, too busy basking in the touch of his betrothed to formulate any thoughts. His own fingers, rougher than hers, found her thigh and gently squeezed it.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed Isa. She leaned over, capturing Magnus’ lips with hers. Deep, passionate love grew with every second the two were intertwined. His grip tightened, moving up with a hunger that needed to be satiated. His grunt of pain was muffled by their kiss as he brought his other hand up, gripping the back of her head to press her all that much closer. Mouth ravishing hers, tongue demanding entrance. Isa, full of love and lust, obediently complied with Magnus’ unspoken demand.

The moment she parted her lips just enough, Magnus shoved his tongue inside. The broad muscle dominated her, conquering every inch of her. Her own tongue flicked submissively, moving out of the way as he explored his territory. Slender, deft fingers found the string to his breeches and pulled the knot undone with ease. Sliding her hand underneath, Isa found the warmth tantalizing and she knew it would only get hotter when she found her prize.

That fat tube of masculinity awoke just like its master had. In rough, passionate spurts of stolen breaths and rushing blood. Isa gripped that thick cock, stroking it with teasing pulls that ghosted into nothingness after reaching the tip. Over and over, giggling at the effect it was having on the drowsy boy beneath her. His breaths coming in rapidly, teasing his foreskin with her thumb got him to whimper. With nary a care for the moment, Isa pleasured her beloved.

Soft nibbles teased their way down his collarbone through his abs until finally stopping at his pubes. While Isa had orally satisfied her lover before, it was more of a rare treat for the two as she loved it just as much, if not more, than the always eager boy. The way his hood moved so lazily underneath the ministrations of her tongue as she swirled it around, enjoying the sweet saltiness of his liquid love for her. The way his crotch smelled, especially those two dense orbs she loved to tease with licks and even chipmunking them, ripe with the scent of a hardworking man. Just how undone her brave, possessive Magnus would become the moment she started working him over.

Kisses and licks assaulted that girthy cock only to be interspersed with laps to his sweaty, saggy sac. Isa scooted down further, laying on her side with her head on Magnus’ abdomen so she could tilt that monster down to gently slap her in the face, flinging strands of pre everywhere. She spent a few more excruciating minutes teasing the groaning boy by making out with his tip the way she would with his lips or lightly running her nails over the constantly throbbing organ.

Isa decided her lover had had enough, taking pity on the way his groans and moans were taking on a **** neediness emphasized by how coated her face and hands had become from his every drooling cock. Bringing it to her mouth, Isa swallowed what she could. Inch by inch pushing her head down with a relentless need to please. That bulbous head tickled her the back of her throat, but she ignored it. The whole process took about a minute, but she was proud of herself when her lips firmly smooched his base as his dick throbbed happily in her tight and wet throat.

She purred contently when his hand brushed aside her hair, stroking her cheek and down her neck to her shoulder in soothing reassurance. He was close, she could feel how rock hard he was and through her blurry eyes see how taut his balls had become. The vibrations from her teased him all the more. “Fuck, sweetheart, you want your milk~?” Magnus’ voice had come back into its strong timbre. His chuckles made her heart skip a beat, cheeks flushing with warmth, at her attempt of nodding her head with a long, thick cock holding her in place.

With gentle possessiveness, Magnus held her head, his hips rolling in soft bucks into her throat. Isa embraced the feeling, so glad her beloved was alive and without serious injury. She felt the deep throbs from his urethra, her only warming as his cock pumped hard to drag his nutty liquid love from deep within. The first four spurts made it down her throat with only a phantom of taste. Her soft shove displaced his hand on her head, allowing some of his cock to escape her mouth and throat to allow that squirting hose to drench her tastebuds.

That deeply masculine and thoroughly Magnus taste did, indeed, grace her with its thick presence. Her tongue, half scooping up the escaping dregs of semen and half further milking more from that already overworked cock, worked ceaselessly. Even after Magnus had finished, she suckled on his slowly deflating cock. Teasing what few more drops were left as his cock went back to its still formidable if dormant form. The wet smack of a kiss landed on his drooling tip before she slid back up, cuddling into his side.