Lick Helmid's pussy, hidden beneath the vanity

Helmid had dropped a lot of hints about her fetishes during your time together, but this was the first time she'd been quite so shameless about them. By not choosing to crawl away at this point, you'd effectively given her the okay to act on her kink-- which appeared to be sexual acts while in view of her first husband. You let her keep speaking with him while you crawled into the tight space beneath the vanity. {if Slight = True}It wasn't such a bad fit for you. If anything, you were the perfect size for this kind of clandestine activity. Helmid probably knew how well you'd fit when she decided on this game.{else}Your large frame made it pretty difficult to fit down there comfortably, and you found yourself scrunching your shoulders inward to try to mitigate any telltale signs of your presence that might come from knocking against the vanity.{endif}

The woman was all smiles as you placed one hand on each of her thighs and slowly moved your head forward, hesitant only because you feared a sudden outburst from your former commander if you should happen to be spotted. You weren't, thankfully. You managed to get your face all the way up in there, and now, your nose was practically brushing her pubic hair. Your entire field of vision was filled with what normally hid underneath the paladin's skirt: her impressive abs, her orange, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and her waiting pussy, which seemed almost to be quivering, begging for your touch. She was nearly 20 years your senior, but she could easily have passed for her in her twenties-- there wasn't a sign of age around her belly or thighs.

"The squire..."

You nearly jumped as your title came out of the recruit commander's lips. Thankfully, it didn't seem he'd spotted you.

"Has he been helping you resolve the issue you spoke about in your last letter? You know... Your restlessness."

"You can say it more plainly, Matthieu."

"Your chronic masturbation. I don't mean to tell you how to live your life, saintess, but soldiers like us can't afford to be distracted, at least not during daylight hours."

Helmid's legs jerked suddenly, clasping on either side of your head. Was being called out like that turning her on, or was she embarrassed to have you learn that side of her? It would be a little silly, to be embarrassed about masturbating while indulging in her cheating fetish. Whatever the case, she was squirming, and you were suddenly locked in an unexpected vice, with her strong legs sandwiching your head on either side. You discretely slapped one of her thighs, begging silently for her to restore your ability to breathe, and she relented, if only slightly.

"I... believe the squire is going to be a tremendous help, in that regard," she answered, putting on as modest a smile as she could given the subject matter.

"As Geod wills it," her first husband agreed, nodding his head.

You began using your head as well. It was no longer a matter where you could afford to hesitate-- you needed to eat Helmid out quickly if you were going to survive this position.

{if Servant = True}This wasn't so far from what you'd pictured when you began to squire for Helmid. She, a gallant knight, resting after a long day of work, while you took care of her every need. Even something that others would consider demeaning to you was a pleasure, and you began to lick at her pussy gently, enjoying the taste of her mounting sweat.{elseif Master = True}This wasn't a position you'd ordinarily like to find yourself in. This kind of position surrendered a lot of power to Helmid, who already probably felt superior due to her invulnerability and her superiority. Still, a noblewoman like her would be fun to dominate, in time. You played along with her for now, tracing her pussy's lips with your tongue.{elseif Freak = True}Getting head-locked like this was just turning you on all the more-- you did have a **** fetish, after all. Combined with the thrill of cheating so brazenly with her husband close enough to hear, you thought to yourself that you liked the paladin's style. You rewarded her by licking her pussy's lips, being sure to get them nice and slobbery.{elseif Chivalry = True}Helmid's newly revealed kind for cheating on her husband was somewhat at odds with your own personal tastes, but even in such a scenario, you couldn't forsake one of your saintesses. You began to gently lick her pussy's lips, with as romantic a touch as possible given the situation.{elseif Lady's Man = True}This wouldn't be the first time you'd had sex from a hidden position and it probably wouldn't be the last. It all came with the territory for a guy who fooled around with as many women as you tended to. You began to trace the lips of her pussy with your practiced tongue, enjoying her reactions as her legs shifted, spreading slightly wider.{else}Her behavior might be unscrupulous in some ways, but in the end, everything happening was sanctioned by Geod. You wouldn't defy His will, nor hers. For the first time in church history, a young man prayed that the eyes of the almighty were upon him as he ate out another man's wife. You licked her with a sense of duty, while she reacted with squirms of ecstasy.{endif}

"Are you... pleasuring yourself right now, while we're talking? Bloody hell. The squire was just in the room," Matthieu sighed, holding his forehead with one hand. "You'll feel the fool if he walks in and sees you doing it."

"Oh, dear... I, erm... I suppose it is quite possible that he's still close by," Helmid admitted, wearing a goofy smile on her glossy lips as she shifted in her seat. One of her hands moved to rest upon the top of your head, while the other gripped Matthieu's mirror, keeping it angled so that the strange, moving, head-shaped protrusion underneath her sleeping gown and between her legs wouldn't be seen.

"I won't ask you not to entertain yourself, but you have your mission to think about. Will the whelp still respect you if he sees you carrying on that way?"

"Oh! Oh, you think he might... you think he might think I'm dirty? He'll think me a whore?" Helmid took her hand off of the mirror and bit one finger tellingly. You thought she was trying to suppress a moan.

The man's response was surprising. "No, Helmid. I trust that young man values you as his wife. But you don't need him to see you in that way only... you need to be a warrior he can rely upon. Paladin like you is the linchpin of a party like yours. If he sees you as a frivolous woman, he won't have that same respect for you."

"You're chastising me, then..."

"I am not," Matthieu grunted. "I'm only offering advice, as one who's trained plenty of lads before. You need to find the proper balance between being his... friend, and being his mentor."

As you buried your face harder into the intersection between her legs, now pushing your tongue past Helmid's lower lips, you began to understand what the fallout in their relationship had likely been. The woman was a hardcore masochist who loved her husband. Her husband loved her just as much in return... but he simply didn't have it in him to play to that side of her. For all his coldness, Matthieu Fastner went soft around his wife, and in doing so, he was the opposite of the kind of lover she wanted. In the absence of actual masochist play, she could only take satisfaction from his obvious difficulty in handling that side of her, which at times, turned to **** judgment.

It was much to think about and the wrong setting to do any heavy thinking.

Helmid struggled to sit up straight in her seat as you attacked her pussy more and more vigorously, lapping up the juices of excitement that now trickled out, past her thighs and onto the plush cushion of her stool. You thought it was getting a bit noisy and it was difficult to decide if you should keep going, because she clearly loved the sloppy sounds of it, or to stop, because Matthieu would surely catch on any minute. Deciding that Helmid could probably play it off as just pleasuring herself with her fingers, you dug in even deeper, sticking your tongue all the way inside and literally sucking on her slit.

"Oh, Geod!" Helmid reeled, biting hard onto her finger and arching her back as a spray suddenly hit your face. Your technique was being praised in the most direct way possible, one that didn't need words, as she gushed with pleasure. Her breathing was heavy as you drew back further under the furniture and awaited some sort of instructions.

Matthieu cleared his throat. "That good, huh? Seems being away from home as really put you in a certain mood."

"I am quite... quite immodest, aren't I? Out here, on the road... I'm living like a harlot," she sighed, sounding pleased at his veiled disapproval.

The man tried to reassure her that wasn't what he meant. "I did not mean to judge. I only meant that... eh... nevermind."

Helmid pointed at the corner you'd been standing at earlier. You took your spot again, but no sooner had you done so than she curled her finger again. This time, she wanted you to enter in a more natural, visible way, apparently.