Aftermath

Author's note: Credit for this post goes to grayice. I rearranged some of his earlier threads to make room for a possible path where Merthin does not sleep with Christine, so this got bumped into a new thread.

Christine stretched awake, raking her hard nips across Merthin’s fat belly. Her body complained in a slightly pleasurable protestation at the sudden movement. Young and old flesh stuck together, glued by shared fluid. The room smelled of feminine arousal and male sperm. Big beautiful blue eyes opened they beheld the closeness of the sweaty flesh beside her, and a dainty tongue darted out to taste the stinky flesh of the man. Christine’s brow raised and a smile crossed her face.

Moved by nature’s desire, Christine gently extricated herself from the mostly asleep gentleman. She beheld the bloodstain in the center of the bed and her upper chest grew red hot with shame. “I hope my soul will buy you something brother. I’ve barely any use left.” She thought sadly.

Christine gingerly walked over to her vanity and looked at herself. She didn’t look a noblewoman any longer, long brown mousy hair in disarray, pulled halfway out of the braid, shiny pale skin echoed the physical exertion of the day, and her red lipstick was smeared around her lower face. In short, she looked like a whore.

Her eyes were bright with excitement as she felt a warm tightness settle in her lower belly. Christine ignored it as she grabbed the coin purse Merthin had tossed on the small table.

“1, 2, 3, 4...30, 31,” Christine counted quietly. Each gold piece she took out of the brown pouch, looked at it critically, bit it, and put in an increasingly big pile next to the pouch. “If I can keep this to myself, maybe I can do something about our situation. I need to find a way to diversify this pile. Maybe I can hire a knight to start training an army? Or start paying Servants to spy? Hmm, I definitely need to see what I can do for that. I can’t leave this establishment quite yet, it would be too obvious that I’ve just come into some wealth. Besides…” The brunette beauty looked at the man in her bed. She bit her lower lip when her gaze rested on his crotch. “Hmm. I must admit I’m a slut. I got way too much enjoyment from that. I even enjoy the taste of his sweat.”

A delicate hand found her cleft and stroked down. A quiet feminine moan could be heard coming from Christine’s soft throat. Her right hand came up and she sucked on her pointer finger, tasting the fruits of her labor. Her heartbeat sped up when she spread her legs, leaning back into the chair and putting her dainty feet on each corner of said chair. Christine moved her hands around her body feeling herself up. She circled her hands several times around her calves, the familiar shape feeling good in her exploration. She traced the outline her hamstring made and shuddered when her fingers pulled slightly on her butt-cheeks.

Christine paused for a moment, reveling in the good sensation her skin was in. It was a wonderful reprieve from the outside world. Her hands continued up, tracing the slight muscle definition in her abdomen. She let out another sultry sigh when her wrists rubbed her pointed nipples. The next several minutes Christine pulled and twisted her nipples, raised and lowered her boobs, and felt the heat between her legs turn into a full **** inferno. The fire consumed all other thought save one. In her mind she imagined it was a strong blonde haired knight with bountiful boobs ravishing her willing body.

Her mind a lusty haze, she attacked her labia, pushing two fingers in shallowly and moving them left to right. Her right thumb pushed in her clit and she groaned huskily in climax. Blue pupils rolled up, showing the white of her eyes. She leaned back, thrusting powerful hips in the air.

Merthin awoke at the commotion and smiled bodily. He loved it when young sluts practiced on themselves. Nothing was more erotic. His mind snapped a portrait of the beautiful woman in the throes of orgasm in front of him. Merthin shifted around onto his back fully, creating a tent of the bedsheets.

Nearly half a minute went by before Chrstine regained full control of her spasming limbs. Christine noticed Merthin watching her. Christine expressed shyly, “I-I’m sorry to disturb you my Lord. Had I known my voice would be so loud I-I’d…”

Whatever she was going to say was lost when Merthin laughed and clapped his thick paws together. “No matter girl, come here and finish what you’ve started. No man will be mad unless you refuse to service him!” He exclaimed cheerily.

Christine’s cheeks blushed red and she stood up. She didn’t say a word before hopping over to the bed, landing with her head a pillows distance away from his cock. “My pussy is too sore. I-I can please you with my mouth?” Christine said, arousing the older man further when she sniffed deeply into the sheets covering his penis.

Merthin didn’t say a word as Christine licked him through the bedsheet. His cock was the hardest he could ever recall it being. Big meaty paws grabbed onto the bed next to him. Christine mouthed the big bulge, further drenching the red bed sheet in saliva. Her pretty, messy, brown head went up and down several times before she swayed up his body. Face to face, she leaned in for a kiss, and Merthin turned his head away at the last second.

Merthin saw her expression and said aggressively, “I won’t kiss you mouth whore. Get to work.” Showing no outward emotion to this callous comment Christine pulled down the red bedsheet exposing Merthin’s lower body to the world. His bulky cock stood up proudly in the air. Christine giggled before licking it base to tip. Merthin groaned pleasurably. The salty, sweaty, musky taste reminded Christine of heaven. She drooled, sucked, and blew his dick.

Out of breath the gorgeous brunette pumped his shaft for several seconds. After her breath was caught, she latched onto his left ball and sucked mightily. Merthin let loose a powerful grunt, thrusting his hips in the air while he pulled her head farther into his wet crotch. He managed not to come from pure **** of will. Christine spat out the ball, gave his cock a couple courtesy pumps, and sucked in the other ball. Merthin nearly kneed her in the chest from amazing feeling coursing through his blood.

The couple take a deep breath and he motions her back onto his cock. This time, Merthin uses her hair like a handle and pulled her up and down on his dick. He choked her on the down strokes, holding her mouth in position for several seconds before letting her up. Ever the eager cum slut, Christine catches just enough of her breath before diving back down.

Merthin’s body grows stiff, and he holds Christine’s perfect mouth to the hilt of his cock as he cums down her throat. Her body bucks and she tries to break free but is unable to. Cum snorts violently out from her nose and just as she starts losing consciousness, the man lets her off.

“God DAMN girl! You give exceptional head. Don’t tell me that you’ve secretly been sucking off the guards that were s’posed to be proectin’ ya!” Merthin exclaims, dropping the learned facade in his exuberance. Christine is too busy coughing and breathing heavily to pay him much notice. Merthin stands up and pops his back gazing back to the bed. “At least you were still a maiden. Last girl I broke in wasn’t nearly the pure little angel you were!”

Merthin pulled his pants on and looked at the candle alarm. The flame was just at the nail. His time was nearly up. “There is one other matter for you to consider. I convinced Sir Arthur Beoumont to finish “recruit” a squire while he is here. He’s leaving for Jerusalem, and if I were in your situation, I’d put my brother under his protection.” Merthin divulged cheerfully, putting his shoes on.

Christine strolled over bowlegged and helped him button his shirt. Before he left Merthin smacked Christine’s ass. She yelped at the unexpected erotic move, and he stepped out cackling.