Safe enough

"This looks as safe as anywhere we'll find down here." You tell Cassia trying not to think about her earlier promise. Even if she wanted to, Cassia looks far too exausted to do much of anything anyways. The two of you sit side-by-side in silence eating the food sticks from the gateroom. The food sticks are surprisingly filling as well as being fairly tasty and after your third one you feel more full than you can ever remember. Cassia too seems to be envigorated by the food, and by the time the two of you are washing down the last of the dry sticks she has regained her easy smile.

As she drinks from the wide mouth of her canteen a little too hastily and water splashes onto her chin and runs down her white throat and into the "V" of her armor. Your eyes follows the path of the dripping water and you find yourself staring at the skin at the base of her neck. With an embarrassed start you look away from her leather covered body and back to her eyes.

"I'm sorry." you mutter.

To your amazement Cassia closes the gap between your bodies pressing her soft curves against your emaciated frame. “Help me take some of this armor off, I have something I want to try.” Her small hands pull at the buckles of the armor loosening straps that hold it tight.

“Cassia, you don't ...” You tell her trying to convince yourself as well as her.

“Shut up Adonis, and help.” She says as pulls the heavy leather haubalk over your head. It takes a little longer for you to remove her top because her hands are working on the buckles that hold your leggings onto your emaciated hip. She pulls the quilted pants off along with your leggings and boots and smiles in satisfaction as she sees your erection pop free. With a final burst of effort you pull her padded top off and her marvelous breasts are also exposed.

Cassia's hands wrap around the thick shaft of your manhood. “I've never held a man like this, but I think I understand the general idea.” She tells you as her hand begins to stroke you. “At least three times tonight you have saved me from those who would have used me for their pleasure.” Her hand is warm as it pulls at your foreskin with growing confidence. “By all that is sacred, you have earned what they were going to take by ****. I don't dare give you that reward as long as we are in this cursed city, but I can at least try.”

The memory of the demons stilled your rising passion for just a moment, but the feeling of Cassia's other hand cupping your scrotum and rolling your balls between her fingers soon has you even harder than before.

“Does this feel right?” She asks, reminding you that this is her first hand job. She takes the grunt you give as affirmation, which is a good thing because as fantastic as this feels you didn’t think you can even speak. “I love the feeling of your hardness.” Her eyes find yours before she continues. “You’ve been trying to hide this from me all night, but trust me, I noticed. I saw how you shifted awkwardly trying to keep me from seeing this.” In the cool blue light that streamed from the stone in your hand you could just see Cassia bite her full lower lip nervously before she knelt at your feet.

“Cassia…” You stammer not knowing what to say.

“Shut up!” She tells you again this time more fiercely than before, and then dips her head and kisses the swollen purple head of your cock. You feel the wet heat of Cassia’s spittle drip onto your cock and with the added lubrication her hand moves even faster.

Seconds later you can hold back no longer. With a great throbbing surge you shoot wad after wad of white cream into the air. One gob of your cum lands on Cassia’s white shoulder, and trickles towards her breast and another stream lands on her arm. She uses the dripping fluid to further lubricate your aching cock and she strokes you steadily until the last drop is squeezed from your member.

“Will that help?” Cassia asks with a hint of pride in her voice. “I can try again later if you need me to.”

You stare at her in stunned silence. This had been your first handjob, just as it had been hers and you were still struggling to come to grips with just how much better it felt to have a woman’s soft hand stroking you than your own rough palm.

“Was I too rough?” She asks concerned by your lack of response. “I should have used my mouth. Its just I wasn’t sure…”

Pulling Cassia down to your side you wrap your arms around her...