2 comments/ 21760 views/ 12 favorites A Paladin's Training By: Antidarius Aran awoke as the morning sun touched his eyes. Stretching, he hopped out of bed and went to his washstand to splash his face. Peering sleepily into his old mirror, he noticed his training was really starting to show. His muscles were well defined now, and he felt stronger every day. He had been training as a Paladin for the past year, and his mentor Elaina had been pushing him hard. Aran had sought out the Abbey of Aros once he had come of age. He had always wanted to make a difference in the world, and had always been fascinated with the Paladins of Aros. Symbols of justice and righteousness, that banished evil wherever it appeared. They were, however, as reclusive as they were renowned, and were extremely selective over who they allowed into their Order. He closed his eyes for a moment, bringing his awareness into his body, as he had been taught. He could feel sensations all over, from the feel of his bare feet on the wooden floorboards, to the slightest of breezes coming through the window. Elaina had said that this awareness would deepen with practice, and he would one day be able to feel even the blood pumping through his own veins. A stray thought of Elaina brought on another sensation, a stirring in his loins. He had a deep respect for his mentor; she was noble and kind and a fierce warrior. She was also a woman, and a beautiful one at that. She was tall - nearly as tall as Aran - and very fit, yet buxom and curvy. Her breasts were large, and her hips round. Throw in short blond hair and deep green eyes, and you had a woman built to draw even a dead man's gaze. Elaina would have to be in her early thirties, as opposed to Aran's twenty years, and treated him like her little brother at times, but still he fantasized. As his mind wandered happily over Elaina's body, the sensation in his loins changed. Not the usual feeling of growing hard, but something deeper within him, a surge of energy that radiated outward. This had happened a few times before, while pleasuring himself, and he had wanted to ask Elaina, but each time it had felt inappropriate to discuss. Shaking himself out of it, he washed and dressed and headed downstairs. First thing was first; breakfast. He went to the kitchen and began to cook. He made four eggs, a large cut of beef and grabbed four slices of bread to have with it. Aran trained hard, and had a big appetite to match. Heaping it all onto a plate, he sat at the small wooden table and dug in. "Quite an appetite you have this morning," Elaina's voice came from the doorway, where she was leaning, watching him eat. Aran's chair scraped as he jumped up. He gave a small bow. "Forgive me, Master. I did not see you there." He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth hastily. Elaina chuckled. "Relax, Aran. "Please, finish your breakfast." "Thank you, Master." He sat down and resumed his meal. Elaina took the chair opposite. She was dressed in breeches and a white button-up shirt, and had left a couple of those buttons undone at the top. Aran tried to keep his eyes on his knife and fork. "I received this letter this morning from one of the local farms," Elaina said, reaching across the table to hand him a piece of paper, at the same time giving him a spectacular view of her abundant cleavage. Aran took the paper, reading while he chewed his meat. It was a request for aid from a farm not too far East of the Abbey. A local farmer's wife was having problems with a rogue wolf killing her livestock. Her husband would normally take care of it, but he was in town selling some produce. Once he had finished reading, he looked up, meeting Elaina's clear green eyes. "Your training for today will be to go and help this woman with her problem," his mentor said seriously. Aran nodded. "Of course, Master. I will leave immediately." He stood, gave a short bow and turned to leave. "Aran?" He stopped at the door, turning to look back at Elaina. "Yes, Master?" "Be careful." "I will, Master." Aran had decided to travel directly to the farm to let the farmer's wife - Jeira was her name - know that he was there, and that her problem would be taken care of soon. The farm was about a half day's walk East from the Abbey. The dirt road had thinned to a narrow cart path some miles back, snaking through the dense forest. He kept his eyes and ears open. He was getting close to the farm now, and the wolf could be anywhere. All of a sudden the forest seemed to just come to a stop, opening up into fields of corn and pumpkins surrounding a farmhouse. Wooden fences lined the fields and scarecrows stood tall among the crops. Aran scanned the fields, looking for Jeira. A scream carried across the fields, and Aran's sharp eyes found the source. Over to his left, on the border of a field of pumpkins, a woman was scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, away from a huge black wolf. In a heartbeat, Aran judged the distance between himself and the woman. About fifty yards; he could get there in time. He took off at a dead sprint, unlimbering his buckler. The woman was still on her hands and feet, and the wolf was lowering itself, preparing to lunge forward. Just a few more yards. Still at a dead run, Aran lowered his upper body to put all his weight behind his buckler and with a wordless shout launched himself at the wolf's side, noticing with shock just how big the animal was. The wolf noticed him at the last second and snapped with deadly fangs. Aran heard teeth clatter on his buckler as he slammed into the beast, sending them both rolling across the ground. Aran rolled to his feet smoothly and unhooked his mace from his belt, only to see the wolf already in mid-leap, jaws aimed for his jugular. Without thought, Aran dropped to the ground, the wolf colliding with him as he did, sending his mace flying. Before he could rise, the beast was on him again. Somehow, by pure luck, he had gotten a hand to the beast's throat, and he pushed with all his might to keep those snapping teeth at arm's length. The wolf was strong; he could not keep this up for long. Frantically, he scrabbled around with his other hand, hoping his mace had landed nearby. His hand closed on something short and wooden stuck into the soil. With a heave, he pulled it free and jammed it into the wolf's neck. The beast yelped in pain. Blood spurted down his arm as he pulled the piece of wood free and shoved it home again, and again. He rolled free and got to his feet, breathing hard. He watched carefully as the beast stumbled a few steps, then collapsed, dead. Aran took a moment to catch his breath. He raised his blood covered hand, which was still clutching the wooden peg that had saved him. What were the chances? He turned to see the woman he had rescued, now on her feet and looking at him with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked in a shaky voice. Aran suddenly realised he must look a sight, covered in the beast's blood. "Yes, I am fine, thank you," he replied with a smile. "Not my blood." The woman nodded with relief. Aran added, "are you alright? Are you hurt?" He stepped closer to get a look at her and realised she was quite a pretty woman. Her long black hair was disheveled, falling all around her pale face. She was a little shorter than him, and slender, though her simple farm dress had him guessing about her figure. She looked up into his eyes. She was two or three years older than he. He smiled at her kindly. "Jeira, I presume?" She nodded. "My name is Aran. I am from the Abbey. We received your letter this morning." He gave a small bow, extending his hand in formal greeting. She took his hand, and he felt that power surge again, deep inside him. This time, though, he felt it course down his arm, out of his hand and into hers. Her breath hitched and Aran knew she could feel that warmth spread through her body. He could feel her every sensation. This strange power had somehow deeply connected them both. He felt like he had known her his whole life, and he could see that same recognition in her dark eyes. "Thank you for saving my life, Aran." Her voice was like an intimate caress. She moved in and put her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his, not caring about the drying blood on his face. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her in tight, deepening the kiss. With his strange sense he could feel the heat building in her, and knew what she needed. What they both needed. He had never been with a woman before, but he knew what to do. Jeira pulled her mouth free and spoke into his ear, "come with me." She led him out of the field and into the forest a short way, to a secluded place where a natural spring bubbled merrily into a clear pool, just big enough for the two of them. Aran watched hungrily as Jeira began to disrobe, her slim fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her dress. Wasting no time, he attacked the buckles of his leather armour. Jeira was naked first, though, and he took the sight of her in. Slender and palely beautiful, standing in the dappled afternoon sunlight, her black hair falling down over her shoulders, leading his gaze to firm round breasts capped by hard pink nipples. His eyes travelled down over her flat belly, to her neatly trimmed patch of hair and her beautiful pussy. He could still feel her as if they were one, and he could feel her need. He could, to his own surprise, even feel her wetness. Lust and instinct drove him. He shucked the last of his clothing, scooped Jeira up in his arms and walked into the pool. It was a warm afternoon and the water was perfect. Before he knew what was happening Jeira had wrapped her legs around him and was grasping his cock, guiding him inside her. They moaned together as they joined, her velvet pussy felt amazing. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and began to thrust up into her, making her breasts bounce against his chest. She groaned in his ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me." He did. His hands were on her hips, pulling her onto him as he thrust up into her, deepening his strokes. Jeira was whimpering into his neck. He continued like this for some time, revelling in the feeling of not only his own pleasure, but feeling her pleasure in every detail. Without thinking, he focused on her pleasure energy. It was in the centre of her body, radiating outwards. He wondered what would happen if he just gave that pleasure a little push... Jeira's soft cries of pleasure became a wail of ecstasy. She clutched him hard, fingernails raking his back. She threw her head back and screamed, her pussy squeezing him with wonderful pressure while she came hard. Stepping up out of the pool, he lay her down on the soft grass and began to fuck her properly, thrusting as hard as he could. Jeira's moans became louder and louder, and Aran felt that heat begin to rise in them both even further. His balls began to boil, he needed to come. He growled in her ear, "I'm going to come inside you." Jeira responded by grabbing his hips and trying to pull him even deeper inside her. "Come inside me! I want it all!" Aran needed no more encouragement. With a few more thrusts he was there, groaning with pleasure as he emptied himself inside her. Jeira felt his warmth flooding her and came hard with a scream, her pussy clamping down on him, milking from him everything he had to give. Spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard. After a moment Jeira giggled, and Aran looked down at her. "What's funny?" "I need to get attacked by wolves more often." Aran laughed. "I would save you any day." He gave her a long, tender kiss. Suddenly an awful thought came to him. "Jeira, what have we done? You're married!" She looked back up at him seriously, reaching up to touch his face. "Yes, I am. But not happily." "What do you mean? Does he mistreat you?" Jeira shook her head. "No, nothing like that. He... forgets me. Sometimes it's like I'm not even there. And then he goes off to the capital for weeks at a time and I have no idea what he's doing. It gets very lonely out here." "I'm very sorry to hear that," Aran said sadly. "He obviously does not know what he's missing out on. You are an amazing woman, and you deserve a good man." He gave her another long kiss. "Why don't you move on? Get away from this farm and do something you love?" Jeira gave him a lovely smile. "You know, that is not such a bad idea. I think you have inspired me!" They rolled over so she was on top, and she sat up, looking down at him. He ran his hands up over her sides and squeezed her breasts gently, eliciting a soft moan from his lover. It wasn't until she began to move up and down on his hard cock that he realised he had never gone soft, and had never pulled out of her. Aran relaxed and enjoyed the satisfaction of watching and feeling Jeira ride him. *** It was late when Aran made it back to the Abbey. He and Jeira had made love - and fucked - several more times that afternoon, and he was feeling spectacular. Strangely, he had not grown tired or sore or sensitive at all, and his strange power allowed him to feel everything his lover was feeling, which made it remarkably easy to bring her pleasure. Aran may not have been tired, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was fast asleep. *** Elaina's eyes opened, Aran's presence bringing her from her sleep. He had been her pupil for a year now, and she could sense him when he was close. A trait common among Paladins. He was in the Abbey, probably either heading to the kitchen or to bed. His presence felt... different tonight. She smiled to herself. So, he had finally begun to manifest his true ability. This was good. Now she could begin to... expand his training. The next few days would be most enjoyable... *** Aran was up early the next morning, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Today was his free day to do with as he pleased. He was at the kitchen table, and had just vanquished a mighty breakfast when Elaina strolled in. "Good morning, Master." Aran said, stifling a burp with his fist as he stood. "And to you," Elaina replied, giving him a once over, checking for injuries no doubt. He had retained one or two scratches from the wolf, and a few bruises, but other than that he was fine. Elaina, obviously not satisfied, came to him and put a hand on his forehead. A surge of energy rushed through him from head to toe and back up again in an instant, and he felt the scratches seal up and disappear, and the bruises fade away to nothing. Another benefit of Paladin magic; healing. A further benefit still was that Elaina's impressive chest was now inches from his own. It took all his willpower not to look. She was wearing the same shirt as yesterday morning, and had less buttons doing their job than yesterday morning. He stood in silence, looking straight ahead, not daring to move his eyes for fear of offending his mentor. "Aran?" Elaina sounded concerned. "Are you alright?" "Yes, thank you," he replied, clearing his throat roughly. Being this close to Elaina had caused a bulge to rise in the front of his breeches. He refrained from shifting in his seat. Elaina still had not taken her hand off his forehead. Her other hand held the back of his head. It felt nice, having her touch him. After a pregnant silence, Elaina casually said, "so, how was Jeira Connolly?" She knew! How did she know? Aran's mind raced, coming up with visions of being cast out of the abbey in disgrace. Elaina, obviously feeling him tense, gave a throaty chuckle. "Relax, Aran. You have done nothing wrong." Aran looked up at her in question, dark eyes meeting green. "In fact," she continued, "you have done exactly as you were meant to." She gave him a warm smile, and he felt the heat in the room rise. And that strange heat in himself. "That heat you can feel right now," Elaina said, her voice now downright smoky. "Is your gift. Your power. You can enhance the sexual pleasure of your partners, among many other things." The heat in Aran jumped again. He swallowed. If she kept talking in that low, sultry voice, he was in danger of making a mess in his breeches. "Come closer," Elaina said. Aran inched in closer, their shirts touching. "Now undress me." Her clear green eyes gazed up at him, her lips parted slightly. Aran marvelled again at how beautiful she was. She seemed to fill the room, taking up his every ounce of attention. The heat rose still higher, and Aran breathed it in, let it fill him. He gasped as white hot energy burst from his centre, suffusing his being, vibrating from his crown down to his toes. The feeling was exquisite, like life itself in its purest form, pulsing and radiating. Alive. He lost himself in the feeling for a moment. Elaina's voice brought him back to the present. "Aran? Are you alright? Aran?" He blinked a few times and looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. His skin seemed to crackle with energy. He felt fantastic! Elaina reached up to grasp his head in her hands, to see if he was alright, he presumed. The instant her hands touched him, she shook violently and collapsed into him, her hands clutched his shoulders for support. She moaned loudly with pleasure, her body trembling with the sweet sensations coursing through her. She was having a powerful climax. Aran knew. He could feel it. She whimpered into his chest. "Aran. Oh, Aran." Aran enjoyed watching her come for a few long moments. She was so beautiful, and in the throes of pleasure even more so. Suddenly he realised that the power he held was doing this to her. Taking a deep breath, he tried to lessen the torrent coursing through him. Sure enough, the waves of energy abated, dulling to a low background presence. Elaina began to come to her senses. Still clutching him, she mumbled, "I should've known better than to touch you when you were holding so much." Abruptly she giggled, looking up at him with those amazing green eyes. "Not that I am complaining." Aran smiled as she let go of his shoulders, able to stand on her own now. She remained close though, her hands on his broad chest. Her face became a little more serious. "Aran, I have never seen any paladin hold as much power as you just did, not this early in their training." Aran just looked back at her, taking her in. Something had changed in him now. He was still himself, but more himself. He felt solid, clear. He had great respect for Elaina, but now his respect did not mean deference. Right now he was a man, and she was a woman, and he liked the way that felt. Elaina had more to tell him. "The next part of your training will be to control your power. You will be strong. Very strong. Perhaps the strongest in history, and it is imperative that you are properly trained." She paused for a moment. "What you just did to me would have killed an ordinary woman, or at the very least driven her insane." Aran's eyes widened in surprise. Visions of himself and Jeira in the woods flashed back to him. Had he known his power was dangerous he would have gone nowhere near her! He had always believed in protecting people, never harming them, not for any reason. Elaina saw the realisation on his face. "I trust you understand how important this is, yes?" Aran nodded. A question came to him. "Elaina, if this power I have - we have - is so dangerous untrained, why did you let me visit Jeira? I could have harmed her. Or worse!" Elaina smiled and shook her head. "For your power to manifest, first you must engage in sex. That is the way it has always happened. Soon after your first time, you will have a 'pop' and you will truly feel your power for the first time. After that, you need to be trained to control it, so you cannot harm anybody, even by accident." Aran nodded again, gravely. As much fun as this gift would be, it would also come with equal responsibility. He found himself wondering what the practical applications of this gift were. Sure, he would able to seduce any woman he chose, and give them great pleasure, but how was that really useful? A Paladin's Training Ch. 02 Hi all, This is chapter 2 of the Aran series. I will most probably revise in the future as there are certain things I want to work on. Character development etc. If you have any feedback please drop me a comment or an email. Enjoy!! *** Aran awoke, feeling refreshed. He turned to Elaina, but she wasn't there. Curious, and ready to rise anyway, he got up and left his room, not bothering with clothing. It was only he and Elaina at the Abbey, although sometimes the occasional villager or farmer would stop by to ask for help, or to deliver goods. The Abbey had a hallway on the second level, where his and Elaina's bedrooms were. He knocked on her door, hearing no answer. He headed downstairs and through the kitchen, to where the bathhouse was. The idea of seeing Elaina in the bath sent a thrill of excitement through him. He opened the bathhouse door and was welcomed with the sight of her relaxing in the water. The bath was a large pool cut into the stone floor. It was big enough to easily hold six or seven people. Two large stone fireplaces at either end of the room were blazing away, heating the room nicely. Elaina was laying against the back of the bath, facing him. Her arms were stretched out along the stone coping and her head was back, her breasts were only just hidden by the water. She had her eyes closed. Just the sight of her had Aran rock hard and ready. Feeling mischevious, Aran snuck into the room quietly, so as not to alert her to his presence. Using every ounce of grace and agility he possessed, he slipped into the water silently and moved across the bath. Elaina's legs were open, and he took advantage of the opportunity. He took a deep breath and ducked beneath the surface, honing in on his target; Elaina's smooth pussy. Once he was in range, he stuck out his tongue and licked her from her bottom to her clitoris. Her hips jerked and her creamy thighs enveloped his head. He could taste her even under the water. She tasted sweet, and he wanted more. Grabbing her ass, he dove in, lips and tongue ravaging her slit. He reached out with his feelings and could tell just how she liked to be licked, sucked and probed. Aran lost himself in the act, giving his full attention to Elaina's hot pussy. He squeezed her buttocks possessively as he explored every inch of her with his tongue and lips. Wickedly, he drew on his power and amplified her pleasure, and just before she climaxed, he brought her back down again. Over and over again he tortured her this way, dimly realising in the back of his mind that he hadn't taken a breath in minutes, or needed to. He thought he could hear her wailing in pleasure even from below the surface. Finally, showing mercy, Aran sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed with his energy, bringing her to a shattering climax. Her legs gripped his head like a vice. By Aros, she was strong! Elaina's whole body quaked as she rode the pleasure to it's end, finally releasing Aran from his delightful prison. He rose up, staying between her legs. She was a sight. Her face and chest were flushed, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her clear green eyes were steady though, and she gave him a beautiful smile. Then she attacked him. Her lips were on his in an instant, her arms around his neck and those wonderful tits mashed up against his chest. They duelled tongues for a long moment, lost in each other. She trapped his cock between her thighs and he revelled in the warm softness. Elaina pulled back and looked at him. "Sit on the step," she said in a smoky voice. Aran did as he was told and sat on the smooth stone step that surrounded the bath. The step was high enough that his waist was almost clear of the water. Elaina approached him, wearing a wicked smile. Aran watched hungrily as she raised her upper body out of the water and brought her breasts forward, pressing them into his groin. Aran thought he might die of pleasure. Licking her lips, she squeezed her tits together around his cock, making a delicious tunnel of creamy flesh. Aran's cockhead only just protruded from the top of her cleavage. Elaina bent and sucked it into her mouth briefly, moaning wantonly. She fixed those perfect green eyes on him. "Do you want to fuck my tits?" Aran could only growl in reply as he started to buck his hips slowly, savouring the feeling of her smooth skin around his shaft and his smooth sack grazing her chest and belly. He also felt another sensation; his energy was jumping higher, no doubt Elaina was helping him along. For a brief second he thought he saw that white glow around her again, then it was gone. Aran diverted some of that energy back into his beautiful mentor. "Oh, yeah!" Elaina moaned. "Fuck my big tits! Fuck them hard!" Aran happily complied, thrusting harder. He wanted nothing more than to shoot his seed all over her massive melons. As if reading his mind - and she probably was, at that - Elaina cried "Come on me baby! Come all over these big tits! Cover me in your come!" Aran felt another leap of power deep within him and suddenly he was at the brink. He erupted with a roar, a geyser of come firing forth, hitting Elaina's chin and dripping down onto her tits. His cock continued to spurt and Elaina changed strategy, moving back slightly and jacking him with her hand, deliberately aiming his member at her wet tits. Aran loved how delightfully dirty she could be. His climax eventually came to an end, and he relaxed back against the side of the bath, catching his breath. "By Aros, Elaina, you truly know your way to a man's heart." Elaina grinned. "Thank you, my love." She slid her wet body up over him for a long, relaxed kiss. Aran's cock was pressed into her belly, still hard as diamond, of course. He grasped her waist and moved her up slightly, positioning his rod at the entrance to her smooth pussy. He met mentor's eyes as he pressed her back down, sliding easily into her hot depths. Elaina moaned as he entered her. Once he was all the way in, she began to grind slowly, rotating those beautiful hips as she looked down on him, eyes burning with lust. She sat up straight, and he grasped a breast in each hand, fondling, hefting them, teasing and pinching her nipples. Water splashed softly around them as they fucked leisurely, in no hurry, just enjoying each other. They took turns building the energy in each other. Aran practiced bringing Elaina to the edge and back, flirting with her climax. After a while, Elaina showed him who was the more powerful. Still atop him, she placed her hands on his chest and smiled a truly evil smile. Her velvet pussy squeezed him wonderfully tight. She said one word: "Come." Aran's entire body exploded. He screamed with pleasure, going temporarily insane. All of his feelings and sensations melded into pure ecstasy. Her smooth skin on his, her pussy wrapped around him, her breasts in his hands, the water lapping against them both, his cock spewing his seed inside her over and over again. Pure pleasure. Dimly he was aware of Elaina having an enormous climax of her own, her body tense, her hands clawing into his chest. It was not painful. Even pain was pleasure right now. Everything went black. *** Eventually Aran's eyes opened. He was still in the bath, with the most beautiful woman in the world lying on top of him. He was still hard, and still inside her. He twitched his cock. She moaned softly, though her eyes were still closed. Although he was still hard, Aran didn't feel a pressing need to fuck again. He sat forward and stood, lifting Elaina with him. He was surprised at how light she was. Or was he just getting stronger? She was not a big woman by any means. She was fit and strong, yet built like a woman should be, round curves, hourglass figure and all. Maybe another benefit of his ability was physical strength? He would ask Elaina later. Holding her just like she was, with his hands under her bottom - not an unpleasant feeling - he remained inside her as he carried her out of the bathhouse and upstairs to her bedroom. He lay her down on her bed and pulled the covers over her. He noticed surprisingly that they were both dry already. Somehow, in a strange way, that seemed to make sense. Not dwelling on it, Aran waited to make sure Elaina was peacefully asleep and left the room, closing her door behind him. With this being his freeday and Elaina asleep, he thought for a moment about what to do. His stomach made the decision for him and he headed downstairs to the kitchen. He bothered not with clothing. There was no one due at the Abbey of Aros until tomorrow, when the peddler would arrive. He threw a quick meal together and sat at the simple kitchen table to eat. He had just picked the last crumbs of the plate when he heard the wooden door in the entrance hall open. Aran was up in a flash. The entrance hall was near the stairs to the upper floor, and the kitchen was opposite. Moving quickly, Aran stood behind the kitchen door. Footsteps approached. Aran watched as the intruder entered the kitchen and looked around. Surprisingly, it was a woman. She had long, lustrous black hair that fell down to her lower back. She was slender, her figure covered by a simple woolen dress. He could not see her face, but somehow she seemed... familiar... Jeira?? She turned, revealing a pale, pretty face, lightly dusted with freckles. Her dark eyes fell on him and her lips made a perfect smile. "Aran!" She exclaimed, rushing toward him. Aran forgot all about being naked. In two strides he was there, wrapping arms around her and kissing her furiously. She moaned into his mouth as she reached behind herself to undo the buttons of her dress. Not wanting to wait, Aran grasped the garment at the neckline and ripped hard, the fabric tearing easily in his strong hands. "Oh my!" Jeira exclaimed in surprise as Aran removed the remains of the dress from her body. "You look better naked," Aran growled into her ear. Jeira wrapped herself around him and began kissing and licking his neck. Aran moved them backwards, toward the small round table he had just had breakfast on. With a grunt, he reached behind his lover with one hand and swept the contents off the table. Jeira whispered in his ear; "are you going to fuck me on the table?" "What do you think?" the young Paladin replied as he picked her up by the arse and placed her on the table. Jeira laid back on the table and opened her legs. Her pussy was there for the taking. He could actually see moisture on the outside of her lips, and he hadn't even used his powers yet. She still had a little dark hair decorating her skin above her womanhood, but the lips were smooth and hairless, calling to him. "Oh, Aran, please fuck me!" Jeira whimpered. "I've been dying for you to fuck me again!" Her hips were writhing up and down on the table. Aran needed no more invitation. He had thought he would taste her pussy before fucking her, but he discarded that idea as soon as his cockhead touched her slick folds. He teased her, rubbing himself all over her lips. Aros, she was wet! Desperate, Jeira reached down to grab his cock and feed it to her hungry pussy. Aran firmly moved her hand away. He wanted her mad for it before he gave it to her. He could feel her horniness skyrocketing as he deliberately tapped his cock on her button. Jeira sounded on the point of tears. "Please put it in! I need it so bad!" Aran silently marvelled at what he was seeing. Had he had such great sex with this woman that now she desperately craved him? Or had his power somehow imprinted itself on this woman, changing her? Aran hoped it was just the great sex; he didn't like the idea of manipulating or controlling women. This thought made him pause. If it was the latter, he couldn't have sex with Jeira anymore and hope to keep a clear conscience. Jeira must have sensed a change in his energy, because she asked, "what's wrong, Aran?" "I don't think I can do this." "What? Why?" Jeira sat up and touched his face. "Did I do something?" Suddenly Aran felt soft warmth pressing into his back, and two slim arms snaked around his torso to hold him tight. Elaina! And still naked, by the feel of it. "Hello, Jeira." Elaina's sultry voice caressed Jeira's name. "Hello, Elaina," Jeira replied with a cheeky smile, leaning back on her hands. She was seemingly unconcerned about Elaina's presence. She even stuck her chest out a little, displaying her handful-sized breasts to Elaina, her pink nipples hard. Aran was a little dumbstruck. "You two know each other?" In reply, Elaina moved from behind him to stand at the table beside Jeira. Then, shockingly, she bent and kissed the raven-haired girl hard. They were both naked, moaning into each other's mouths. Aran's lust came roaring back. His cock had half deflated, but now it was the epitome of tumescence. The women continued their torrid kiss, hands were wandering, caressing, squeezing, fondling. Elaina's hand slid down Jeira's flat belly to her overexcited pussy. The buxom blonde began to rub Jeira's love button in little circles. "You like it just like that, don't you." Elaina whispered into the younger woman's ear. All she got were whimpers in reply. Aran suddenly remembered why he had stopped before fucking Jeira. "Elaina, wait." Elaina broke her kiss with Jeira and looked up at him. Her hand continued it's work though, now sliding two fingers in and out of Jeira's pussy. She studied him for a moment. "Ah," she said suddenly. "You are concerned that your power has fogged Jeira's mind, and she wants to fuck you so badly because you have some sort of control over her, right?" Aran was amazed, and somehow, it made perfect sense that Elaina could read his thoughts. "That is exactly what I'm worried about," he said honestly. "Hmm," Elaina mused. "Well, it is true on some level." Aran felt guilt rising up inside him. The last thing he wanted was to make people do things they didn't want to do. "But on other levels, you are wrong." Elaina continued. The power that we have been granted by Aros is to do Aros' will. Aros believes in peace, love and pleasure. What we do is... coax... the feelings that people already have inside them to the surface, so they can enjoy themselves to the fullest." Aran nodded thoughtfully. "So Jeira always wanted this deep down inside her?" Elaina smiled. "Why don't you ask her?" Jeira looked up and met Aran's eyes. Aros, she was a beautiful woman. Her voice was a little shaky, her breathing a little laboured. "Aran, I've always wanted to be able to express my self like this. I have restrained myself for the most part, except for times when my husband was around more. I've always been told it's not 'proper' to express one's lust. You and Elaina have helped me to be open and free, and for that I love you both." She smiled a wonderful smile. She radiated happiness. Aran could feel it. He felt his guilt melting away and shared in her energy. "Thank you for telling me, Jeira. You are a very special woman. I love you too." It was true. He did. With every fibre of his being. He loved Elaina, too. They were both special women. With that, he stepped in and bent his body over Jeira's to kiss her with all the love he felt. She kissed him back with equal feeling. Not surprisingly, Aran's manhood rose to attention. Elaina had removed her fingers from Jeira's pussy, and now spread the lips in preparation. "Fuck her, Aran." Elaina said in a husky voice. "Fuck her like you fucked me in the bath this morning. Show her your desire for her." Standing so close to Jeira, it was only a small thrust of his hips that put him inside her. They both moaned as her warmth enveloped him. He began to thrust with a steady pace. Jeira's breasts bounced slightly as they fucked. Elaina did not stand idle. She leaned down and took one of Jeira's tits in her mouth, sucking and licking her nipple. Jeira's moans began to increase as her pleasure built. Careful not to overdo it, Aran lightly nudged her pleasure, taking her a little higher each time. Between moans, Jeira managed a few words. "Get up here, Elaina, I need to eat your pussy!" Elaina happily complied, climbing on the table to straddle Jeira's head, facing Aran. Aran leaned forward and got a mouthful of Elaina's tit, eliciting a moan from his mentor. All this stimulation was too much for Aran. His balls tightened and he groaned. "I'm coming!" Jeira screamed from underneath Elaina. "Come inside me! Fill me up!" Aran began to empty himself inside the gorgeous woman, his cock spasming wildly. Jeira too was spasming as she came hard around his cock, her juices leaking onto the table. Soon after, Elaina reached her peak, clutching her big tits and grinding her pussy onto Jeira's face, moaning in pleasure. "Fuck that was good!" Jeira exclaimed between breaths. "Mmmm, yeah," Elaina agreed. The two beautiful women looked at Aran quizically. "Good?" They both said in unison. Aran put on a serious look. "It's too early to tell. I'll need the rest of the day to be sure." He withdrew his pole from Jeira's pussy, resting it on her belly. He took a good look at Elaina. She had moved back slightly, to free Jeira's face from her smooth pussy. She was amazing. That beautiful face, big round breasts and round hips were perfect. His cock throbbed in response. He felt like taking command. He addressed Elaina. "Get off the table and turn around." Elaina did as she was told. She moved to stand between Aran and Jeira. Her round arse was pressed up against his cock. What a feeling. He grabbed a handful of her short blond hair and firmly but gently pressed her forward, over Jeira's body. "Mmmm, I love it when you take control, Aran. It's fucking hot." Elaina said in a smoky voice. "Shutup," Aran said firmly. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to love it." Elaina whimpered, "please fuck me, Master. I've been a bad girl." With his right hand, Aran lined his shaft up with her wet pussy lips. The other hand he kept in her hair. He pushed forward and slid easily into her until his balls were touching her pussy. "Fuck, yeah, that's good." "OOoohhh, yeah, Master!" Elaina cried. "Fuck that little pussy! Fuck it hard!" Aran complied and began thrusting forcefully into her tight cunt. Over Elaina's head, he could see Jeira looking on. She had two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them in and out. "That looks so hot!" The dark-eyed beauty spurred them on. "Fuck her, Aran! Fuck her little cunt! Fill it up with your come!" Aran pumped away hard, giving her everything he had. She took it all and loved it. He realised that Jeira was sitting right in front of Elaina's face, legs spread wide. "Eat Jeira's pussy, slut." He ordered Elaina as he slapped her arse. Her flesh jiggled delightfully when he did. "Oh fuck yeah!" Jeira cried. "Eat my juicy pussy Elaina! I want to feel your tongue inside me!" Elaina did what she was told and began eating Jeira's pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling on her lips. Aran could feel Elaina was getting close. She absolutely loved being taken control of and told what to do. Aran knew that or he would not have said or done the things he did with her. "Oooohhhh fuck! I'm coming" Elaina screamed loud as her pussy clamped down on Aran's cock, squeezing him tight, milking him. Aran reached the edge. He pulled his cock out and pumped it fast. "I'm coming!" he yelled. "Oh yeah, fucking come on us, baby!" Jeira cried. "Come all over us!" Aran's first rope of come sailed over Elaina's back and onto Jeira's chest. Jeira moaned. "That's so fucking hot," as the next rope hit her on the belly. The rest landed all over Elaina's back and arse. She wiggled her bottom at him as he came. Fuck that looked good. A Paladin's Training Ch. 02 Then, to his surprise and delight, Elaina leaned forward and began licking the come off of Jeira's body. The hottest thing Aran had ever seen. Jeira moaned in delight and leaned back to give Elaina access to her body. Elaina did not miss a drop. "If you two keep that up, there's going to be a lot more where that came from." Aran said, his voice thick with lust. Elaina wiggled her bottom at him in reply. "Maybe that's what we want." She said in between licks of Jeira's breasts. Aran grabbed Elaina's hips and thrust himself back inside her, her arse bouncing when his cock slammed home. He fucked her like that for a few moments, then told her to get on the table next to Jeira. She did as he was told, and he soon had two beautiful women lying back on the kitchen table, their legs open and their pussies wet. How life had changed. He fucked Elaina some more first, squeezing her big tits as he pumped her. Then he moved to Jeira and did the same. He fucked Jeira until she climaxed again, then he switched. Jeira, not being a Paladin, could only take so much in a day. She was now lying back on the table, eyes closed, body twitching every now and then in the aftershocks of climax. Aran knew she would need some time. He could feel that her whole body was like a raw nerve. He smiled to himself. He loved giving women pleasure. Not having to worry about Elaina's stamina, he fucked her wildly. Feeling what she wanted, he slapped her breasts around, not too hard, but enough to excite her and make her feel dominated. "Oh, Aros! Slap my tits, baby! Fuck meeee!" Elaina wailed. Aran now had a firm hold of her hips and was thrusting hard. He wanted to come inside her. He loved that feeling. "I'm going to come inside you, baby!" "Yes! Come in me! Come in me baby!" Aran roared as his peak arrived, he felt the hot juice boil up inside him. He came hard, his vision left him, and all he was was pleasure. He could dimly hear and feel Elaina coming too, and that only pushed him higher. Eventually he was empty, and his vision returned. He looked down to see his beautiful mentor still on the table, her pussy still impaled on his shaft. He looked like she had passed out, and just like Jeira was still doing, she twitched every now and then. Aran experienced a moment of pride. He had given these women as much pleasure as they could handle, and he was still standing. He slowly extricated himself from Elaina. He found a towel and cleaned them up, neither of them waking up. He reached out with his power and checked them. They were alright. Just exhausted. One at a time he moved them up to Elaina's bed and tucked them in, letting them get the rest they needed. Looking down at them, he felt his heart swell with love. Life was good. *** A Paladin's Training Ch. 03 Hi all, this one's a little shorter - still packed some hot action into it though :) I love feedback so please feel free! * Shield forward. Swing, backswing, parry. Aran's mace whizzed through the air, the morning sun glinting off the spiked steel ball. The weapon was heavy; you had to be careful it didn't carry you off balance. He used it's weight to his advantage as he moved across the training yard behind the abbey. The warm morning sun coaxed sweat from his pores, and droplets ran down his shirtless chest. He had given his tussle with the direwolf - Elaina had said it was indeed a direwolf - some thought. Had he been a little quicker, the wolf would never have gotten him down. He had almost been killed because of lack of skill. I'll work the mace for a while, then I'll move to the sword, then the axe. He had been training intensively for more than an hour now, and wasn't the least bit tired. Something had changed since yesterday. He could feel a fountain of energy bubbling up from his centre, giving him strength. Jeira had left early this morning; she wanted to get back to the farm. He hoped he would see her again soon. "Make sure your feet are planted before you swing," Elaina's voice came from behind him. Aran nodded instinctively, accustomed to her teaching. He swung a few more times, deliberately planting his feet, then swinging, so as to get used to the feel. "Good. Have a rest. I need to talk with you." Elaina turned and walked to a nearby log. Aran enjoyed the view of her ample ass swaying. They sat together on the big log and Aran took a moment to catch his breath. His beautiful teacher met his eyes, green on brown. She seemed a little somber. "It is time for you to move on." What? "How do you mean, move on?" he asked her, surprised to say the least. "Now that your true ability has manifested," she said sadly, "you must move on to begin new learnings." Aran remained silent. Elaina continued. "You are my first student, Aran. I watched you grow from an uncertain boy into a confident, attractive man. Once I felt your true power, even as undeveloped as it is, I knew that Fate had chosen you for much more than staying here with me." Aran nodded. In his heart, he knew it to be true. He wanted to see the world. He would miss Elaina terribly. "Thank you for teaching me. You are a wonderful teacher, and an amazing woman. I will miss you. And I will return, even if it's for a short time. I promise you." Elaina gave him a heartstopping smile. "Thank you. I must tell you I've been in contact with Master Smythe in Ironshire. He is expecting you by tomorrow. You will have to leave soon to get there in time." Aran nodded. "I will leave immediately." Elaina's smile changed to a wolfish grin. "Maybe not immediately." She began undoing the buttons of her shirt. With a growl, Aran leaped at her, tumbling them both off behind the log where the grass was soft. He wasted no time. He ripped the shirt right off her body, freeing the mammoth tits he loved so much. Elaina answered in kind, ripping his own shirt to tatters. Their lips clashed in passion as they tore at each others breeches. Finally, Aran plunged into her, eliciting cries from both of them. They began to rut. This was no tender lovemaking. This was fucking. They were like animals, biting and clawing at each other. He slammed into her repeatedly, going as deep as he could. Elaina's fluids squirted again and again, her legs clamped tightly around his waist. After a while he pulled out and flipped her over. Elaina willingly raised up on her knees so Aran could drill her from behind. Her big tits swayed in time to the pounding he was giving her. Aran wanted to give her his load. He flipped her back over again and straddled her chest. Elaina happily squeezed her melons together for him. "Fuck my tits, baby. I want your load all over my face." Aran happily complied, sliding his slick cock into the tunnel of breast flesh. It didn't' take long before Aran came with a roar, spurting ropes of come onto Elaina's beautiful face, chest and neck. Aran sat there for a minute, watching Elaina licked the come from her lips. She shivered as Aran rubbed some around her nipples. They got up and went inside to clean off. They bathed together, relishing the last time they would spend together for a while. Both excited and sad, Aran gathered his things. They kissed at the door, and Aran departed for a larger world. ****** Elaina stood at the door, watching Aran until he disappeared into the forest. She would miss him, but she was also happy. He was going to become a great Paladin. Perhaps the greatest in history. She would have some time until the Order sent her a new student. She would resume her training immediately. ****** Aran had decided to go to Jeira's house, thinking that he would surprise her and hopefully sleep there tonight. Unfortunately, her husband, Hamlin, had answered the door; he was home in between trips. Once Jeira had explained that Aran had saved her life, however, Hamlin had welcomed him into their simple cottage. Interestingly, Aran discovered that Hamlin was not a bad fellow. After they had eaten dinner together, Jeira had left the table to clean up. Aran and Hamlin had gotten to know each other better. Hamlin had dark hair and darkish skin, and a medium build. Aran had expected a fat merchant with the personality of a fence post - Jeira had not told him much about Hamlin, and Aran had chosen not to delve too deeply into her personal thoughts - but instead he found Hamlin to be quite a decent fellow. Aran had matched his energy with Hamlin's, and as such, Hamlin was talking to him like an old friend. Jeira had gone to bed when Hamlin had confessed his feelings. "Being away from Jeira is so hard, Aran. She's so beautiful and I love her so much." Aran just listened. "I just feel like I'm not good enough for her. She deserves the best and I'm just a farmer. What can I give her? I made a mistake, Aran. There was a woman in Heart. She wasn't half as pretty as Jeira. I can't live with myself." "Tell me, Hamlin. Why did you feel the need to have another woman?" Aran inquired gently. Hamlin shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were downcast. Aran could feel he was ashamed. "I thought for sure she was seeing another man while I was gone. I was feeling down and unwanted, so I slept with another woman. I just wish I could undo it." Aran made a decision. "You are right. She did think you were seeing another. To ease her pain, she and I.... I'm sorry, Hamlin, I did not know she was married." Aran expected an uproar from Hamlin. But the dark man just shook his head ruefully. "I don't blame her, you know. She deserves someone great." Aran had not expected this. Something compelled him to ask; "do you truly love her?" For this first time in a long while, Hamlin met his eyes. A fierceness burned in them. "With all my heart, Paladin." Without thought, Aran reached across the table and laid a hand on Hamlin's forehead. They connected as one, and Aran pushed some of his... essence... into the other man. Hamlin gasped and jerked in his chair for a moment before Aran removed his hand. Hamlin stared at him wide-eyed and trembling. "What have you done to me?" "I have given you some of my own energy. My confidence, my strength, my love, my truth. It is up to you what you do with it, man." Then Hamlin laughed. A deep, rich sound that reverberated off the wooden walls. "Gods, Aran. I feel alive! I deserve Jeira! She deserves my deepest love! Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!" Aran smiled at him. "Go to her, man. Go to your woman." Without another word, Hamlin left the room. Aran stared up at the stars. Jeira had prepared the loft for him, but he felt like sleeping under the stars tonight. It was a fine night for it. He felt a little drained after giving his energy to Hamlin, and sleep wasn't far away. A sensation turned his head towards the cottage. It was Jeira he could feel, ghosting across the grass in the moonlight. She was naked. Without a word, she got down beside him and slid under the cloak he was using as a blanket. Aran was also naked, and the sight of a nude Jeira had hardened him. Without saying a word, the raven-haired beauty slid down under the covers. Pleasure bloomed in him. Her mouth was over his cockhead. She sucked him leisurely, lovingly. For what seemed like an age, she serviced him. Aran could feel her love, feel the pleasure she got from pleasuring him. He lost himself in the moment. After some time, she silently climbed atop him and sat all the way down on his rod, sighing contentedly as she did. There was no effort involved; she just gently rode him. He squeezed her breasts, stroked her from her hips to her shoulders, and breathed with her as they lost themselves together in the night. Aran awoke the next morning as the sky began to grey. He smiled at the beautiful feeling of Jeira lying against him, one leg over his body. He gently extracted himself and began pulling on his nearby breeches. He would have to leave soon. Hamlin appeared from the cottage and called to him. A spike of uncertainty reared in Aran. What would he say about he and Jeira being together again last night? "A good morning to you, Paladin," Hamlin offered cheerfully. "And to you," Aran said carefully. "For the first time in nearly a year, Jeira and I made love last night," Hamlin said with a wide grin. "Afterwards, she said she wanted to go and thank you." To Aran's surprise, he still sounded cheerful! He continued. "Gods take me, but I didn't mind! If anything, I was happy for it! Gods know I love her to death, and I love seeing her happy. You, Paladin, have saved our marriage." Hamlin extended a forearm, and Aran clasped it. He could feel Hamlin something like he could feel Elaina and Jeira, but a little different. Intimate, but in a different way. More like a brother or a close mate. Maybe because he was a man. "I never thought I would say this to anyone," Hamlin said seriously. "But you, my friend, I will share my wife with you." Hamlin did indeed look a little incredulous at the words escaping his mouth. Aran realised that Hamlin had an unconditional love for Jeira. He could feel it radiating off the man in waves. Was that what he could see around the man? Trick of the mind, probably. "You two are good people, Hamlin," Aran said with a warm smile. "You will have a happy life together." He felt Jeira come up behind him. He turned to regard her. She was still naked. "I will miss you, Aran," she said, reaching up to hug him. Aran had not donned a shirt yet, and her soft body melded into his chest. Her nipples were hard from the cool air. She kissed him softly, and went to stand with her husband, putting an arm around him and pecking his cheek. Hamlin slipped an arm around her nude waist. Aran watched them together and smiled. He had done something good here, even if it was a little insane. They watched him as he went off a short way to finish dressing and gathering up his belongings. He turned and waved as he made his way back to the path through the forest. One last look before he entered the treeline showed Jeira and Hamlin kissing madly, hands everywhere. He smiled as he disappeared from sight. A Paladin's Training He voiced his question, and Elaina smiled approvingly. "Good. You see past your own gratification. As Paladins of Aros, our mission is to use our gifts for the good of the world. By using our special... talents, we have stopped wars before they started, brought nations and races together, helped countries establish trade with each other, and so on. Our talents have countless applications, all for a better world." She paused for a moment, and looked up at him with a wicked smile on her gorgeous face. "Now back to your training. And seeing as I have been the one getting all the attention..." She breathed in deeply, and Aran swore for a brief second he saw a white glow around her, and then thought was gone, shoved aside by a massive climax. His body rocked, his breath stopped, his balls churned and his cock spasmed, emptying his seed inside his breeches. His vision had gone; there was only the ecstasy. ***** He didn't know how long he was out, but when he came to, he was lying down on something soft. A bed, he realised dimly. His eyes were still trying to focus. Someone was caressing his hair, looking down at him. Elaina. Memory came crashing back. What had she done? His body twitched from the very thought. "Easy, stud," Elaina said fondly. His eyes came to focus. She was sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at him with those gorgeous eyes. She had changed into a short white silk robe that clung to her figure, and his eyes wandered down from her face, over her heavy breasts, to the smooth creamy thighs the short robe did not cover. She had lit a few candles, and her skin glowed in the soft light. He felt his cock begin to rise beneath the blanket, despite his drained condition. "What did you do?" he asked her groggily. She moved her hand from his hair, down over his cheek, and pulled the blanket back a little so she could touch his chest. Her hand felt good. "I gave you a taste of what you gave me," she said softly. "I also tested you, to see how much you could take." She smiled at him proudly. "You took everything I had. You only passed out because your mind is unused to that much pleasure all at once." Aran nodded sleepily, too relaxed to think too much. He watched as Elaina stood and faced him. Her hands went to the sash of her robe and pulled. The silk whispered as it slid off her shoulders and hit the floor. Aran's blood leaped at the sight of her in all her naked glory. Her breasts were the largest he'd seen, round and heavy, with no hint of sag, capped by hard pink nipples. Her belly was flat and taut. Her hips flared as a woman's should, and her thighs looked strong yet feminine. Between those thighs was her sex, hairless and smooth, perfect. Elaina reached down, delicious breasts hanging, and dragged the blanket slowly down to his feet. Aran realised for the first time he was naked. And surprisingly, as hairless as Elaina was! He looked up at her questioningly, wondering if she had shaved him. "Another benefit of your power," she said, reaching down to lightly brush her fingers over his sack, and up the smooth base of his cock. He moaned again. The feeling was incredible. Wasting no more time, Elaina hopped on the bed, straddling him and trapping his cock between his stomach and her smooth pussy. She sat up straight, thrusting her pendulous breasts forward. Aran's hands came up automatically, cupping and squeezing her soft flesh. He could feel her hot wetness soaking the shaft of his cock as she started to slide slowly, back and forth, moaning softly. Aran enjoyed the exquisite feeling for a moment or two, and then, at the top of her next slide forward, tilted his hips slightly, so her slide back pushed him deep inside her. His beautiful mentor moaned loudly at the feel of his hard length filling her. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and Aran happily attacked her nipples with his lips and tongue. Moaning again, Elaina began to grind her hips, smooth skin against smooth skin where they were joined. Aran revelled in the feeling as Elaina's grinding intensified, her hips rolling rhythmically. She sat up again to get him deeper inside her, her breasts swaying side to side as she gyrated. Aran decided to escalate her pleasure. Somehow, he knew just what to say. "Does my big cock feel good inside you?" She moaned and nodded. "It feels so good." "Do you feel dirty fucking your student?" She groaned, her hips moving faster. "I feel sooo dirty." She began to breathe harder. Aran was holding her hips now, leaving her breasts to bounce and swing on her chest. Taking it further, he lightly slapped her swinging globes. "You're a slut for this big cock. You love this big cock in your pussy don't you?" A guttural moan was all the answer he got, and her hips picked up speed. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. Aran could sense her feelings, and he knew she loved being talked to like this during sex. He continued his verbal onslaught. "You love this cock so much, you're going to come. You're going to come so hard. Harder than you've ever come before." Elaina's moans became animalistic cries of pleasure, rising to a crescendo as he pushed her over the edge. "Come for me. Come NOW!" Her hips jammed down, his cock could go no further inside her. Her velvet pussy squeezed him almost to the point of pain. He held on to her hips as she shook, her climax dwarfing the one he had given her in the kitchen. Hot juice squirted from her, soaking his balls in wet warmth. She whimpered through the whole thing, breathing sporadically. By Aros, she had never looked more beautiful than right now. Still twitching a little from the pleasure, she lowered herself down to lie on his chest, keeping him buried inside her. Aran put his arms around her, one hand stroking her hair, the other her back. He gave her some time to recover. He sensed her feelings for a moment, getting a feel for where she was. Sensations came to him through their connection. Deep satisfaction, happiness, and love were her major feelings right now. Love for him, he realised suddenly. For unknown reasons, that did not bother Aran. He was happy to lie back and bask in their connection. As their breathing slowed, Aran slowly let his hands roam across Elaina's body, slowly feeling his way down her slim back and over her hips. He gave her delicious bottom a firm two-handed squeeze, and she moaned in response, softly kissing his neck. They continued that way for some time, feeling, squeezing, softly kissing. Aran's cock, still rock hard, began to throb with the urge to fuck once again. Elaina, sensing his feelings, began to move her hips again, slowly teasing him. That would not do this time. With a growl, Aran flipped them over, pinning his mentor beneath him. He stared into those amazing green eyes as he pulled his cock almost completely out of her, then drove it home forcefully. Elaina wailed in pleasure and wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly as Aran drove into her again and again. Fucking his beautiful mentor was something he had dreamed about for a year, and he was going to make sure he did it properly. He revelled in the feeling of her soft, smooth body under his, her titflesh bouncing on her chest as he slammed into her again and again. They moaned in pleasure together, louder and louder as they reached their peak. Elaina's eyes locked onto Aran's. "Come inside me! Fill me up with your hot come!" Aran drove into her even harder, his hips pumping, driving his shaft deep inside her pussy. His balls churned, and with a roar, he began to empty himself inside his beautiful mentor. Elaina screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down, squeezing the come from him until there was nothing left. They stayed like that for a while, still joined, enjoying the afterglow.