Onto the Next Tournament

Lydia was headed for Novilla, for the next tournament. If she could get enough prize money, she could move to the outskirts of Lake Vernia. She could own her own place and never have to work on the farm again.

They left Agrazza behind and travelled to Novilla, some fifty miles north, as the crow flew anyway. The path snaked between rivers and mountains, making it a week's journey. The roads were well guarded with imperial troops, so there was little to worry about along the way.

There were plenty of great nights of sex in her tent along the way, and the occasional blowjob too. That old tale had been a complete myth. If anything, she enjoyed giving the odd one, but she didn’t crave it like addicted girls supposedly did. His cum tasted rather good, it seemed to taste a little nicer each time.

They settled into an in when they reached Novilla. The town was a little smaller than Agrazza, but there was still plenty to do. Perhaps she'd take in some sights tomorrow. As soon as they got their room, all she wanted was to be alone with Razir.

The night before the tournament, she rode him hard, tits bouncing as he admired her slim waist. She ran a hand through her hair, flicking it back out of her face as she locked eyes with her ****. He was so hard, so deep inside her as she sat on his cock.

Razir's eyes locked onto Lydia's, a fire burning deep within his irises as he watched her body arch and twist with each thrust. Lydia's head leaned back and she let out a crying moan of **** pleasure. Razir's hands cupped her tits, he pulled her down by them, sucking and licking the nipples.

Lydia's breath became ragged, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. Razir's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her movements as the pair moved in perfect synchronization. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the moans and gasps of pure ecstasy mingling with the slap of their flesh connecting.

As Lydia's climax approached, she moaned and grunted.

She felt the familiar tremors building deep within her core, her orgasm just moments away. She stared into his eyes, letting out a soft whimper as she came on his cock.

For some reason, she wanted to taste him as he finished.

“Tell me when you’re close,” she said. “I want you to finish in my mouth.”

She rode him for a little while longer, until he began to throb more.

"I'm close," he said. She climbed off, shuffling to the side and wrapping her lips around his cock.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she sucked hard, taking him deeper into her mouth with each thrust. She could feel the tension build, and knew that soon he would spill his seed.

As Razir's orgasm approached, Lydia felt a wave of power wash over her.

The moment arrived, and Razir cried out as he filled her mouth with his cum. Lydia swallowed it down in a series of large gulps.

For some reason, he tasted great. How did it taste so good?