Lady Knight
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My Liege do you remember your life thirty-one years ago? I do. It was the first time I saw you. You took my breath away and I found myself hoping that we would meet within the confines of Cleveland Castle. I watched you from afar, longing to feel your sensual lips on mine. Wanting to get to know you, to bask in your beautiful smile that could light up a room.
One night the stars aligned and I found myself in your bed. That night I gave to you the only thing a virgin has to offer; myself and you accepted it with such Grace.
You were tender and kind, patient and attentive. Feather-light kisses on my neck ignited a fire in me which grew as your tongue traced the edge of my ears. I shuddered with the tingling in my spine. The warm ache and desire in my groin expanded as soft lips covered mine, tongues entwined playfully before moving south to my eager breasts.
My mind was distracted with the different sensations of your touch, as a firm hand around one breast created circles around it's peak, then pinched it and the tongue relentlessly teased the other before it was kissed and sucked. My nipples were erect and sensitive to the touch. My body squirmed. I wanted more but knew you had the experience and I needed to wait.
Kisses covered my stomach as you move towards the unexplored territory, I held my breath. Gently my legs were parted, our eyes met, what beautiful eyes you have. Very slowly you parted the lips that would grant you access to the territory that would very soon be yours and lowered your head. I gasped as your tongue very gently traced the inner petals stopping just before the pink pearl. Nibbling then pinching between finger and thumb, I sighed. A finger created wide circles that reduce in size around my pearl until it touched it. Electricity shot through my body, I had never been touched like this before. Tongue and fingers quickened work on my pearl, stroking, flicking, sucking, tweaking, I was wet I could feel it trickling out of me.
I wanted you. Oh how I wanted you. My face hot, I burned with desire. My frustration grew. I gasped as one finger plunged inside me and then two, slowly moving in and out. Arching my back, it felt good I didn't want it to stop but it did. I felt disappointed until I realised you were sheathing your wand in a condom before your magnificent entry. I bit my lower lip in unbounded anticipation.
"This will probably hurt a little, I'll be as gentle as I can," you whispered, as you placed your wand at the entrance to my throbbing sex. Thrust by little thrust you entered until there was some resistance. You inhaled, frowned a little as you knew the next thrust would deflower me and allow you to explore your newly won prize.
Thrust. Slight pain, not on the scale I had imagined it to be. You asked me if I was okay. I eagerly nodded, I was at bursting point. I liked the feeling of being filled by your wand. Taking all of you in was a must. Rubbing up against my unexplored walls and stretching me to fit you, found me wrapping my legs around your waist. My walls hugged you, it was a joyous moment, my conquered territory surrendered to you completely as I shuddered and cried out in ecstacy.
You groaned as you came and thrust a few more times. I didn't want my Leige, my Knight to stop. You conquered not only my territory that day but my heart too. We lost touch and reconnected now and this Lady has one more request from her knight but that will be another letter...
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