Corrupt knight stops you on the road (Part 2)

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But surely, all of my armaments get in the way, does it not? The steel pressing hard against your back where it seems like you might be wanting something a bit more of the flesh, and that whimper seems to confirm it. Perhaps you'd prefer if I take it off.

You say yes so eagerly, but it won't be such a fast action, I'm sure that each strap and buckle would lower your spirits a bit. And you, on the other hand, don't seem to be wearing any armor at all. As much as you seem to have the ache to explore my body, isn't your own much more convenient? Oh, you're not so shy now, are you? Is that hand gliding over your body where you want mine to be? Hmm, higher.

Have you teased yourself enough that you don't want me to be soft and smooth over your skin and instead just go ahead and grab onto your tits like this? Oh, such a sharp gasp. That's hardly fair.

Your breath will be spent by the time you'll actually need it if you stay so loud. Though I suppose the road has been empty now for a while, and I would never tell you to quiet down. But if just my gauntlet grabbing you here over your clothes is getting your hips to grind, would you whimper again to feel it against your bare flesh?

The metal's cold, isn't it? And hotter than my bare fingers would be on your nipple. I think most would ask for a pause after a moment, for which I would always oblige.

But you, you don't seem to shy away from the twinge it causes at all. You enjoy it, don't you? Is that so? Then why not both at the same time? My horse knows the way I can let the reins rest.

You seem to be the wilder creature at the moment. I like that. Looking at your tits seems to be just as amusing as holding them now, and pinching your hard little nipples.

They're far too enticing, but just watching doesn't seem to get those noises out of you very well, does it? You'd rather be enjoyed than simply observed. And the way you wish the saddle or something else, should I say, enjoyed thoroughly.

Oh, you agree, do you? Then maybe I can indulge that craving you seem to have, and seem to have given to me. Ah, not so fast.

Trying to dismount so quickly while you are still leaning into me will land you on your face, and not due to me pushing you downwards. You wish to leave? Now, then stay here just a moment.

There's still room for my hands to explore and work these fastenings at the same time, so that, perhaps, by the time you can't bear it anymore, enough of this steel plate will be gone to help pick up the pace. The way you sway makes me wonder if you have the patience. Oh? You seem very sure.

We'll see if a few more whimpers and whines will change that. Just like that one. Is the metal still cool sliding down your stomach? Perhaps not too cold if your legs are spreading so naturally before I've reached them.

But still, maybe I can warm up the fingers with this mound here, rubbing it over your pants. Oh, is it really that much better, feeling my finger press against your fold, than it is to desperately and quietly grind your cunt into the leather below you? Do you like watching it too? Seeing how easily one of my fingers can lay across your slit and grind between the lips.

Is it making you think of something else between your legs? Trying to imagine what it will look like? Thinking about how big it must be? Wondering how well it'll fit? If it stretches you out enough, will you whine for me again? Do you like being left weak, trembling, sore enough to have a physical reminder, but not that you won't chase after it again with the same foolish grin on your face?

What a good fucking girl you are, aren't you? Then, before I go under those clothes, let me make it a bit easier without the armor to limit my dexterity. Is this better? Feeling my bare skin at last, moving under your clothing, this wet, precious fuckhole? Let's see, where was I? Oh, yes, holding you like this, my middle finger right down the middle, my pointer and ring fingers pinching the skin on either side.

But now, without that glove, why don't I just let it slide inside? Oh, so greedy to thrust against it. Will you be bucking against me when it is my cock? I hope so.

Well, I've always enjoyed breaking in more savage beasts. So eager yet again. Well, perhaps I've removed enough of my armor.

Oh, don't whimper soon. You can have something back in that needy pussy of yours if you want. But.

.. Here, off the horse first. I won't be that rude to him.

There we go, careful. If you stand this uneasily already, I will have to throw you back on him when we're done. Or would that be all the better? Toss you up like some hunting trophy that I've just caught.

Oh, you want to help with the armor I've left. But that is not armor that needs to be removed, you know that, don't you? You are just reaching for the lacing of my pants.

You look like some desperate beast in heat. Ripping away at whatever you have to, to get on my cock you want so badly. Oh no, no, no, don't stop.

I like that. Well, are you just going to stare at it, or. ..

Oh, hmm. I suppose you do know what you want, and what to do when you have it. What a good girl.

What a good girl. Though if you suck so eagerly, it will take me a moment longer to remove the rest. Too busy to care, or is that what you want? Oh no, answer me.

Oh, a chuckle. Oh, and that little grin. If you can smile, I don't think you're taking it deep enough into your throat.

Ah, ah, ah, you have enough hair for me to pull you back like the bitch you are there. Another whimper, then tell me. What do you want? And I might let you have it.

To choke on me? No. Address me properly first.

That's better. Then let me help you a bit. Oh, mm, mm, there, is that better? You need some air? No.

There, is that better? You need some air? No.

No what? Oh, you're such a good fucking slut. There you go, my whore.

Is that better? Ha, oh it is. Even with the tears swelling in your eyes.

You want more, still? Well then, I'll let you do as you please while I finish removing this last piece. Ah, ah, all right, up on your feet.

There, good girl. Have you had enough yet? No, mm, look me in the eyes.

There, tell me what you need, whore. Good fucking girl. Lean yourself against the tree then.

And keep your top on so the bark doesn't scar your chest. And if you still need it by the end, I'm sure I could push you into the ground before I'm through stuffing that cunt. Oh, there we go, look at you.

Already sticking that ass out and dripping down your legs. Do you want me that badly? Yes.

What? Good girl. Then, why don't I give you what you want? Ah, ah, you feel as good as you look.

Fuck, and you're already walking back onto me like I said. Mm, am I not thrusting hard enough? No, you don't want the slow beginning, no gradual buildup.

You just want me to give you my all right away. Oh, you're fucking wild, I like that. Using your arms to push back even more.

Oh no, if you want me to fuck you without intensity or craving, I think you'll need to be holding on, not pushing back off. But if you like arching your back so much, then here. Pulling your hair again will help, won't it? Mm, oh it certainly helps the moans escape, that's for sure.

Go on, that's it, go on, be as loud as you fucking want. Do you like it? The way my hand on your waist digs into you firmly.

Ah, pulling your hips back onto my cock. The way I hold your head back by the hair. Making that gasp escape every time I pound in you all the way.

Letting my balls slap against your pussy. Ah, and that thrust, knocking your body back into the tree just so I can pull you back onto me. Again, again and again and again.

Oh, do you feel the full length each time? And the tip almost pulling out before pushing back in. Ah, and letting the whole shaft pump into your cunt.

Or is it too fast? And do you just feel my hips slam into you and the end of my cock pound up against you? Is it too deep? No? Keep going.

Ah, you're such a good fucking girl. Ah, that's it. Oh, what a good fucking girl.

I can see your legs shaking. Ah, do you want more? You still need to be thrown onto the ground like the animal you are.

Oh, what do you say? Oh, yes. What? Oh, good fucking slug.