2 comments/ 11935 views/ 4 favorites Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 01 By: Soebek110 Mikael strolled down the hallway, a smile on his face. Scratching his damp hair, he felt satisfied; an intense workout followed by a relaxing dip in the baths had left him very content. He'd spent the afternoon sparring with Kristine, his technique improving all the time, constantly picking up tips from the exceptionally talented paladin, and now found himself with a free evening. He wandered slowly down the corridor, in no particular rush. He'd practiced for the day, and there were still a few hours before dinner would be prepared. Ah, dinner, he thought to himself with a playful smile. He had to admit, when he had first arrived in the Sanctuary he wondered what he would do for food. Neither he nor any of the girls struck him as being particularly eager cooks; whilst he knew any of them could prepare a meal -- including himself - he didn't see where they'd find the time to do so in a busy day. He needn't have worried, of course. Food was taken care of by the Gods, as were most of their other basic needs. At roughly the same time every day, shortly after the seventh afternoon bell, food would appear in the kitchen, ready for delivery to the dining area. The most he and his Sisters needed to do was take it in turns to bring the dishes to their companions. Quintia said that she detected no sorcery in the apparition of the meals, but this did not surprise Mikael. The Gods were above mere magic, the food produced likely by their will alone. But that was still many hours away, and Mikael's stomach did not demand to be sated. He pondered as to his next move, and after a short while decided to continue to his bedroom. He would make a choice whilst settled there. His room was slightly further ahead still, and he picked his pace up unconsciously. The Sanctuary was large, though not too expansive to be uncomfortable, and the bedrooms were somewhat scattered throughout. They were all on the same side of the complex, their windows looking out over the wonderful vista of the lake and woodlands, but they were not totally adjacent. Mikael's, for example, was located in an alcove of its own, next to the room where the Cohort placed fond memories of successful undertakings. That contrasted to Melissa's, which was located near the entrance to the potion store and the infirmary, though Mikael had been in the latter only once. Her bedroom might only have been a walk of thirty seconds or so from his, but it still involved two corridors and a flight of stairs to reach. But Mikael was learning the layout of the Sanctuary quickly. He still had not explored every nook and cranny, but he had more than a rough idea of its scale and layout. He had worked in all of the practice rooms, studied in the library and visited most of the various storerooms. Yes, there were places he was yet to go, but they were not many in number. Indeed, most of the unexplored rooms resided in the area of the Sanctuary used for relaxation, and even there Mikael suspected there was not a tremendous amount he was unaware of. Eventually he came upon his bedroom door, and pushed it open. Whilst it had a lock on it, he never bothered to use it: any potential visitors were always welcome, and he hardly feared for the safety of his personal belongings here. The evening sunlight was bright as it streamed through the tall windows on the far wall, giving his room a golden hue as he walked over to his expansive bed and thumped down on top of it. He lay there a moment, his legs sticking out uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, before climbing up further. Thoughts flit through his mind as he lay there, bored, each more ridiculous than the last. Lifting his head, he glanced around; his eyes settling first upon the lush tapestries that adorned the walls, then the balcony that looked out over the lake, before they came to rest on the desk that stood in the corner. It was large and ornate, complete with a well-sized vanity mirror, and he realised he had never sat at it. Such a piece of furniture ought to be found only in the rooms of nobles, not tucked up against a wall in the bedroom of a man who never used it. He stood, walking over to the grand piece, and ran his finger along the edge. Such fine craftsmanship, he thought. I must make use of it someday. He paused, turning around, his eyes still scanning his room for something to occupy him. The evening meal was not tremendously far off now, but it seemed silly to wait pre-emptively in the dining hall. If nothing else, his Sisters would tease him for it. Hurried footsteps in the corridor caused him to whirl to the doorway, and his expression turned to concern as a very flustered Lucinda burst into view. She was standing in the entrance, relief seeming to flood across her face, before stepping through. Mikael waited where he was, confused by events as his gorgeous Sister quickly pushed shut the door and marched towards him. "Everything alri..." he said, the sound cut off as she furiously crushed her body against him, her arms wrapping around his back and her tongue pushing vigorously into his mouth. He was startled, but did not complain, regaining his composure and returning the movement, his fingers pressing against the rogue's ass through her cool leather armour. At length she broke the kiss, staring at him with animalistic hunger, and licked her lips. "Thank the Gods I have found you," she growled, yanking off her gauntlets and tossing them carelessly to the floor. "I have been waiting all day for this." She kissed him again, seemingly yet more ferociously as her fingers found the bottom of his shirt, tugging the garment upwards. Mikael pulled away, allowing her to do so, his bemusement at her sudden appearance kept in check by his intense desire. Lucinda grinned wickedly, unclasping her leather bodice and pulling it from her chest. The cloth shirt she wore underneath hugged the contours of her body tightly, before it, too, slid quickly over her head. Her breasts spilled free, and Mikael grasped them as her hands returned to his body in order to tug down his trousers. Soon his cock stood proud, having quickly grown to full mast at his Sister's evident passion, and she grinned. "Lie on the bed," she commanded, quickly removing her boots and pants. Mikael did so, not wanting to disobey the woman who clearly burned with ardent desire, and eagerly watched as she undressed. He laughed as her boots were tossed hurriedly into the corner of his room. "What's come over you?" She stared at him with something approaching animalistic desire as she pulled her leather pants -- and the accompanying cloth undergarments -- from her long, slender legs. "I was sent to safeguard a caravan from afar, Mikael. The Gods required its passengers - a prince of these lands and a high priestess - to reach their destination safely. Evidently, they have an important role to play." "A noble cause," Mikael agreed as Lucinda tossed the trousers away, now joining him in her nakedness. She looked utterly resplendent in the evening's golden glow. "You do not understand," she said with as wicked smile as she bent over, placing her palms on the bed. Her large breasts hung down wonderfully. "The high priestess was from the temple in Gersham -- the town to which you were travelling when you met me. You know that settlement, Mikael, and the Altar of Love that resides at its core." He smiled as realisation dawned as to the cause of Lucinda's frustrations. "I do. And I also well know the appetite of its followers. They fucked all day, didn't they, the high priestess and the prince? They writhed together in that carriage and you had to sit there and watch." She narrowed her eyes, staring at him with predatory intent before placing one knee on the mattress and beginning to edge forwards. "Yes they did. And now you, Brother, shall be the instrument of my release." He reclined on the bed and grinned as Lucinda deftly crawled up the mattress. Her black hair hung messily about her face as she did so, her sultry green eyes burning fiercely with lust. Her right hand stretched out as her naked form reached him, eagerly grasping his erect member, and he groaned. She began to pump her fist on his length as she approached on her knees, eventually settling between his spread legs. With a wicked grin she leaned down, brushing her obsidian hair over her neck before opening her mouth and flicking out her tongue. She licked the underside of his head, the tip of her tongue then moving slowly over the rest of his cock. With a low moan of her own, she sucked his member into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly whilst her hand still moved on his shaft. Mikael voiced his pleasure, half-sitting up and resting on his elbows so that he could more clearly see Lucinda's ministrations. Then he simply watched, a lustful grin spreading across his face. His Sister was devouring his cock fairly rapidly, the pent-up desire from her long day finally released. Her knees pressed into the mattress by his ankles, her left arm straight for support by his thigh, and her torso was angled slightly downwards as her kisses crept over his length. Her right hand was still on his cock, sliding vigorously on his shaft as her lips and tongue caressed the rest, and her large breasts dangled invitingly from her chest. Mikael watched as the mounds gyrated with the movements of her arm and head, pleasure thrilling through him from both the sensations she was causing and the simple erotic beauty of the sight. With a giggle she glanced up, her emerald eyes staring into his, and she pulled her mouth from his member and grinned. "Much better," she laughed, leaning forwards to suck his balls into her mouth. Her hand still slid smoothly over his shaft, and he groaned again. He hunched over further, putting his weight on his left hand as he reached out with the other, placing its palm on his Sister's back. Her smooth skin was wonderful to his touch, and he slowly stroked down towards her ass, which was stuck out invitingly as her back curled. Her tongue, meanwhile, started its slow climb back to the tip of his cock. Eventually his fingers reached her ass, and he continued downwards, his explorative digits coming to rest on the wetness between her thighs. There he found her folds, running his fingertips across them, eliciting a low moan from the gorgeous woman who worked on his cock. They remained that way a while, Lucinda's body coiling and uncoiling as she bobbed her head on his shaft, her left hand still moving rapidly over his slick length. His own hand caressed her pussy lips, and the rogue's gentle moaning caused wonderful vibrations to run through his member. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as another thrill ran through him, the tightness of her lips stroking down his length yet again. From the eagerness of her ministrations, it seemed that Lucinda appreciated his obvious pleasure. She sat slightly more upright then, pulling her head from his member and moving her left hand to his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. He complied, his hand leaving her snatch, reclining until he rested fully on the mattress once more. His Sister grinned at him, pushing her hand up his body until she took one of his nipples between her fingers, lightly playing with it as her mouth engulfed his cock yet again. She was no longer on all-fours, the fact that neither hand was being used for support meaning that her body curled downwards very enticingly, her torso almost pressed to the bed. Yet she still bobbed on his member, her black hair falling messily about her face at the steep angle, and Mikael reached out to rest his right hand lightly on her head. He felt her silky hair beneath his touch, and softly grasped it, groaning again as her tongue swirled on the underside of his head. Suddenly, she pulled her mouth away, and Mikael gazed down at her with lust as her eyes met his. They sparkled brightly, the twin emeralds burning with obvious desire, and she began to swiftly climb his body. "About time..." Mikael whispered as the rogue reached him, the words cut off as she crushed her lips against his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he responded in kind, her hands moving to his forearms and guiding them to her waist. He followed her lead, grasping her hips, and it was with a grin that she pulled her face from his. "Growing impatient?" she said, sitting upright, her knees either side of his chest. "And I thought it was me who badly needed this release. Perhaps I best give you what you want then..." Mikael's breath caught in his throat as she grabbed his cock, lifting her hips and angling it towards her glistening snatch. His fingers had done their work, her pussy already flowing, and his head easily pierced her folds. "The Gods..." he moaned as she lowered herself onto him, his member engorged by her tight snatch. Her walls hugged him tightly, the feeling beyond exquisite, and with a laugh he delighted in the thought that he would never grow bored of the sensation. Lucinda, too, had not been immune to the pleasure of their sex, a sharp intake of breath accompanying the feeling of her pussy stretching over his cock. She lifted her left leg, placing the sole of her foot flat on the bed, which in turn caused her hips to rise slightly on his member. Mikael took advantage of the opportunity, thrusting his hips into the stunning rogue, causing her eyes to open wide and a grin to form on her face. She moaned, his pace not rapid but not slow, either, and his right hand dropped to the curve of her ass. His Sister slumped forwards, stretching out her right hand to hold her weight as his cock slid eagerly into her, and her moans were already high-pitched. Clearly, her pleasure was growing quickly, though having described her day to him Mikael was not entirely surprised. He knew his Sisters well, and such an afternoon of sexual frustration would work any one of them into a frenzied knot of passion. "Yes... yes..." she yelped, his pelvis slapping against her ass as his cock banged more quickly into her. Her breasts shook with the impact, but Mikael ignored them: he would have time for complete love-making after this. For now, his sole aim was to bring the raven-haired beauty to climax. And he was succeeding. Her green eyes sparkled, her right arm moving to rest across his chest as she pushed herself upright, her left reaching out and grasping his curled leg. His member still powered into her, and her breathing stilled, her lungs preparing for the massive exhalation of her release. "Oh... FUUUCK!" Lucinda screamed, her eyes closing, her body becoming perfectly still but for the faint gyrations of her hips. Her walls twitched and spasmed around his cock, and he grinned as he watched an afternoon's vexation evaporated in one ecstatic moment. At last the rogue opened her eyes, staring down at him with a broad smile, and Mikael laughed. "Better?" he chuckled, the satisfaction of her climax evident on his Sister's face. She sighed happily in return. "Much... I have waited all day for that." "I could tell." He grasped her hands, which she had placed on his chest. "I make no apologies, Brother." She smiled wickedly at that, lowering her left leg so that she knelt on it as she did her right, already starting to roll her hips back and forth on his pelvis. His rigid member was still buried in her pussy, and she giggled at his expression. "Much to your dismay, I'm sure," she added. "Indeed, I am appalled," he replied with a wink, letting go of her hands and instead grasping both of her large breasts. Lucinda moaned. "You do a good job at hiding it." The sensation of his palms on her chest caused her to subconsciously increase the pace with which she rode him. Unlike her, however, Mikael was not oblivious to this rising speed, and he squeezed the fleshy mounds in his grasp. "I thought you just wanted mere sexual release?" He let go of her breasts and instead toyed with her nipples. "And yet you carry on." She breathed out heavily in pleasure, her fingers pressing into his stomach. "Mmm... I think a few more orgasms would do me the world of good." Mikael stared at his Sister hungrily, his hands dropping back to her waist. "Then what are you waiting for?" She smiled wickedly. "I do not know." At once she increased the speed of her hips, now rolling them back and forth with pace, causing her eyes to flutter slightly. A long moan left her lips, and Mikael smiled at the thought that she was eager for more. He left his hands on her waist awhile as she rode him, the movement of her hips clearly sending thrills through his Sister, and watched the pleasure wash over her. Slowly, her position started to change, her torso hunching forwards and her hands climbing his front until her palms rested on his chest. The movement of her hips had changed, too, the angle making it difficult for her to continue as she had before, her pussy instead rising and falling on his cock. As always, it felt amazing, and Mikael grinned as the rogue's tight snatch caressed his member. Her face had already twisted into a picture of rapture, Lucinda well on her way to yet another climax, but Mikael was not surprised. He knew his Sisters too well for that; knew the voracious nature of their appetites and delighted in it. The raven-haired beauty shuddered above him, her hands slipping to his shoulders as her body lowered further. She looked up at him, her emerald eyes burning into his, her large breasts dangling invitingly and shaking with their sex. Her long black hair hung messily about her shoulders, and her slender body trembled as her hips crashed down onto his pelvis. He could resist no longer, his hands shooting to the large mounds that hung deliciously from her chest, grasping the soft flesh and gently squeezing them. His Sister moaned, her mouth dropping open slightly, its corners twisting into a grin. Just as he was no longer surprised at the sex drive of his companions, they were no longer surprised at his. "Mmm..." Lucinda moaned, laughing breathlessly. She was close again, Mikael could tell, and he kneaded her breasts with eagerness as her pussy devoured his cock. Her body was tightening, her walls narrowing on his length, and he enjoyed the sensation. He was not going to interfere. His Sister was setting the pace, the hunger brought on by her earlier frustration still apparent, and he delighted in the furious speed that she chose. She was as eager for him as he was for her, and that thought lingered luxuriously in his mind as another moan -- louder this time -- left the rogue's lips. "Oooh... that's it..." The cool bedsheets beneath him were a wonderful contrast to Lucinda's hot body, her knees pressed into his sides, her hands on his shoulders. He drank in the feeling of her, his fingers still gripping her shuddering breasts, and laughed. She returned the expression shakily, her eyes rolling back and her mouth dropping open. The movements of her hips had become erratic, and he knew the moment was upon her. "Ooohh... yess... YEESSSS!" Again she became still, her eyes opening wide and glinting in the evening light, her muscles quivering as another orgasm ripped through her. Her moan was less insistent, the release itself less hurried than her last, and she appeared to luxuriate in its rapture rather than appreciate its mere arrival. Mikael smiled, still clutching the obsidian-haired beauty's breasts, enjoying the sight as she climaxed above him. This one was longer than the previous, her walls spasming around his length, and it took a short while for her mind to return to the present. She slumped down on top of him, her chest thumping into his, and laughed. Her breasts felt wonderful against his skin, and he wrapped his arms around her back as she shook with mirth. Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 01 "Thank you," she giggled, lifting her head and placing one hand on his cheek. "That was quite sensational." "And it's not over yet," Mikael grunted, spinning the two of them round in an instant. Lucinda yelped, her eyes opening wide as she instinctively grabbed the bedsheets for stability. Her grip tightened as he started to move his hips, and both lovers moaned. Mikael was now lying on top of her, her legs hooked over his ass and her arms grasping the sheets. His own arms were wrapped around her back, and he clutched the rogue tightly as his cock slid into her snatch. "You're unbelievable," she said breathlessly, the way her legs clenched his body suggesting that pleasure was already beginning to wash through her. "I know." He raised his head to kiss the rogue, his member still gliding easily into her pussy. Their lips pressed together as their bodies intertwined, the evening sun soaking them with light. Mikael did not remain that way for long. Soon he pulled himself from his Sister, arching his back as he stretched out his arms. His palms moved to rest either side of her chest, and he stared down at her eagerly as the pace of his hips increased. She moaned loudly, shutting her eyes. Already their sex was rapid, and Mikael drank in the sight of the stunning girl beneath him, her trim body -- and in particular her large breasts -- shuddering delightfully with each collision of their loins. Lucinda let go of the bedsheets, instead reaching up to grasp his face, and she held his cheeks. Her emerald eyes shone into his, and he grinned at the expression she wore; lust and contentedness, all rolled into one. Each forward motion of his hips caused her to moan, and pleasure flickered across her face. A sudden tremor ran through his loins, and he knew at once that his climax was near. Lucinda, too, had not held back, and her ecstasy was building quickly in their new position, the nature of her day's long wait not lending itself to patience. Indeed, her arms gripped his head tightly, and her body had already begun to coil. "Ooh, fuuck..." she sobbed, pulling him down on top of her once more. "I'm already... close..." "Me too," Mikael grunted. "I'm going to come this time." "Good," she breathed back, and he smiled wickedly, what little restraint that was left in him evaporating. His hips smashed into the rogue's, his member hammering into her receptive pussy, and pure desire swept through his thoughts. His face dropped to the crook of her neck, and he groaned into her flesh, the cool silk of the bedsheets pressed against his forehead. His beautiful Sister's walls narrowed markedly around his length, and he knew the moment was near. Her legs lifted slightly, wrapping around his waist, and she pulled them inwards with each of his thrusts, trying to drive him deeper and harder into her snatch. The cum boiled in his balls, and he voiced a final warning, his lover's reaction merely to wrap herself more firmly around him. Her arms, too, now enveloped him; her right stretched across his back, the fingertips digging into his skin, whilst the left grasped his head as it rested on her shoulder. "The Gods!" Mikael cried one final time, his hips slamming against Lucinda's as his cock exploded in her depths. Hot cum burst forth, each rope a wave of euphoria in his mind, the sticky stream filling the gorgeous rogue. Lucinda followed seconds later, her own climax detonating in her core, the frenzied torrent of pleasure released in a wave that subsumed her thoughts. Bliss overtook her, and she shuddered beneath him, a rapturous shriek torn from her lungs. "I'm COMMIIING!" she screamed, her pussy seizing hold of his twitching member, undulating along its length and squeezing the cum from his balls. His cock did not relent, encouraged by her rippling depths, both of their minds lost to ecstasy as their twin orgasms flared. They stayed in that position, even as the pleasure slowly relented, and Mikael laughed breathlessly into the crook of the rogue's neck. She, too, seemed contented, her legs and arms still tightly wrapped around him as they bathed in post-coital bliss. At length, she unhooked her limbs, and Mikael slid from her body with a satisfied sigh. He rolled onto his back next to her, his bedroom's cool air a wonderful contrast to the hot, passionate sex he had just enjoyed. "I am glad I came to your room when I did. I'm not sure I could have lasted much longer," his Sister said with a contented sigh after a short while, turning her face to him with a broad smile. "It is good that I was here, otherwise I would have feared for your sanity." She breathed in heavily, picking herself up from the bed and slowly clambering from it. "Oh, such welcome relief. I could not have done without it." "And where do you think you're going?" Mikael said with a laugh, raising his head to her. "To dress," she giggled. "It will be our evening meal very shortly, and I must clean and prepare myself beforehand." "Forget the evening meal -- you should stay here. I can think of... better things to eat." Lucinda laughed. "You do not understand my hunger, Mikael. I have just returned from a quest, remember, and my stomach demands food." She paused, a considering look on her face. "Though perhaps, after dinner, I shall take you up on that offer." She slipped from the room, naked, and Mikael's head thumped back down onto his pillows with a chuckle. I can't wait. Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 02 Mikael watched the merchants as they wound their way along the twisting mountain path. The year was entering one of the quarterly trading seasons, and Mikael knew the group he overlooked would be heading to the southern ports. From there he could only guess at their destination, although from the barbed armour the chief guard had donned it looked as if they would be journeying west. He leant on the small wall surrounding one of the Sanctuary's many balconies. For a change he had chosen one facing away from the lake, and though the water's splendour was absent, the vista was no less magnificent. Tall mountains rose on either side, whilst beneath him the woods -- punctuated by rocky scrub -- descended into a vast valley. It was beyond the farthest hills, he knew, that civilisation truly began, though smaller villages stood nearer. He continued to eye the group of traders as they started to pick across a particularly narrow part of the pathway. A slight drop fell away to their left, and though tumbling down it would not be fatal for a human, one of their animals would not fare too well -- and nor would their wares. Mikael was not concerned for their safety, however. The group was clearly well-seasoned, and he supposed they had faced far worse on their long journeys in the wilderness. To survive, a merchant needed to have capable instincts, or at least the coin to hire someone else who did. And that is exactly what it looked like had happened here -- the four guards who stood at point around the caravan certainly looked more than adequate in a fight. He had come up to the balcony to relax and read. The midday sun was bright overhead, and its rays warmed his skin pleasantly. A faint dampness hung in the air, the leftover residue of the previous night's downpours, and the appeasing sight and smell of nature infused him with refreshing vigour. The book he had brought with him was a rather weighty tome, but it had caught his eye in the library and he would not be daunted by its size. A shout caught his attention, and Mikael's gaze snapped back to the merchants. He was instantly alert, and his muscles twitched, readying himself for action despite being without his weapons or armour. He did not need to worry; one of the group had merely slipped down the muddy slope, and now stood with evidently wounded pride at the bottom, hands on hips and noticeably crestfallen. Raucous laughter reached Mikael's ears as the taunts of the man's companions echoed through the mountain air, and a faint smile crept across his face. A caravan's camaraderie was something he had always enjoyed, even though a lesser man would find it unbearable. One had to be able to hold their own in the unrelenting war of words. But then again, I do here, too, Mikael chuckled to himself. The girls he spent his time with were no slouch in a jovially barbed exchange, and all his experience battling wits with his travelling companions had not prepared him for the keen intellect of his Sisters. He paused as he heard footsteps on the stone stairs behind him, muffled but not too far away. Standing up and turning, he leaned back on the wall and waited, the laughter of the merchants fading as they passed into the trees. The footsteps grew closer, yet were still muffled, as if their patter was cushioned by something more luxurious than a simple sandal. His curiosity abated as the curtain was drawn back, and a lovely form stepped through. Good afternoon, flared a striking set of golden letters, and Mikael smiled. "Good afternoon, Quintia." I did not expect to find anyone else up here, but I suppose I should not be too surprised. It is a wonderful vantage point, after all. "That it is," Mikael said, stepping to the side as his beautiful Sister wandered over. She leant on the wall with her forearms, surveying the views this balcony offered. Mikael, too, surveyed the view, but not of the wondrous scenery that abounded. Instead, his eyes were trained intently on his Sister's stunning body, her tight, red velvet dress doing little to disguise it. Her long, slender legs ran to a firm ass, which was highlighted as the mage leant over gracefully. The dress continued upwards, hugging her slim stomach, before being pushed outwards by the wonderful swell of her large breasts. Above them her cobalt blue hair began, falling around her neck and framing the gorgeous face that looked out over the valley. The mystical gem embedded in her forehead shone bright green, its light mainly swallowed by the much brighter sun, although occasionally a flash of viridian would dance across her features. After a moment she turned to him, and her mouth curled into a smile. See anything you like? she grinned, the words glowing just above her head. Mikael laughed, winking at his Sister, before turning back to look over the vista once more. I hear voices, but I see no people, the words continued, this time forming like clouds in front of Mikael, before dissipating just as quickly. "There is a group of merchants nearby," Mikael replied. "I was watching their progress earlier." Will they be safe? He smiled. "Yes, perfectly. These mountains do not seem dangerous, and they looked quite capable of handling themselves, anyway." Good. Mikael turned to his Sister once more, and she regarded him with a friendly smile. Her gem, however, had changed colour slightly, and a tinge of blue had entered its otherwise green glow. He laughed. The sparkling jewel made it hard for his Sister to conceal her true intentions. "Can you force a colour change on your gem?" he asked pleasantly, curious as to the answer. I cannot, his Sister replied, leaning back on the wall. A mischievous twinkle had entered her eyes. Why? Mikael grinned. "Mere curiosity... plus the fact that it has started to turn blue." And you have learned what the colours mean? his Sister probed, a wicked smile forming on her stunning face. "Mostly," he laughed as he moved towards his Sister. "Though I suspect some would still confuse me." And what colour is it now? "Well," he said as he reached her, wrapping his left arm about the mage's waist whilst the fingers of the other traced the outline of her jewel. "It is green." And what does that mean? "That you're happy. But..." But what? "It's turning blue pretty fast." He was surprised by the ferocity with which she then kissed him. Her arms were suddenly on his shoulders, tugging him towards her, her lips crushed against his own. He eagerly responded in kind, pushing his tongue into his Sister's mouth, pressing his body against hers. The gem was now glowing an unmistakable shade of blue, and he moved the hand that rested on it to instead stroke through her striking hair. Reaching the back of her head, he pulled her to him, matching the action with the arm that now rested on her ass, and his cock began to grow hard. Quintia was not oblivious to that fact, either, and she pressed her hips against his waist, faintly moving them from side to side, massaging his member through his pants. He dropped his right hand from her head, letting it slide over her shoulder blades and around to the front of her body, where he took the opportunity to grasp one of her large breasts through the fabric of her dress. She was silent, of course, but the jewel on her forehead flared with the sensation, and Mikael knew she was enjoying it. They remained that way a short moment, their tongues intertwined as their bodies pressed against one another. Mikael moaned into Quintia's mouth, and her hands dropped from his shoulders to the bottom of his shirt. She pulled her face away from his, breaking the kiss as she tugged the garment upwards. It pulled easily over Mikael's head, and she tossed it away. Neither of them bothered to watch where it landed, their kiss reinitiated immediately. Voices reached Mikael's ears once more, and he knew the merchants had reemerged from the trees. Yet, despite being outside, Mikael knew the traders could see or hear nothing of himself or Quintia - the wards protecting the Sanctuary disguising all openings as mere parts of the cliff face -- and this inflamed Mikael's passion further. He moved his hands to his Sister's hips, pushing them backwards until she rested on the stone wall of the balcony. Their kiss broke, and she looked at him with lust-filled eyes, her breathing heavy. Her gem sparkled brightly, and a look of desire was spread across her face. He grinned, slowly dropping to his knees, his hands stroking down his Sister's slender legs. Eventually they came to the bottom of her tight red dress, and he took hold of the edge, pulling it taut and looking up at his Sister with a wicked grin. She smiled salaciously back down at him, fully aware of what he was about to do, and waited. Since she clearly had no objection, Mikael pulled, a loud rip echoing around the balcony as the velvet tore. He eagerly stretched his arms further apart, the tear in the expensive material rising up his Sister's body, his animal lust growing as the widening gap revealed more of her long legs. Soon the dress had ripped all the way to her waist, the previously-tight velvet now hanging tattered and loose. His Sister's creamy thighs and shapely calves were visible in the new opening, and he could not help but slowly reach into the tear. The underside of the velvet was cool against the back of his hand, and Mikael groaned as he appreciated the contrast with his Sister's hot skin. His fingertips grazed over her thighs, and he looked up at Quintia with a wink, before leaning forwards. Pulling the dress out, he slipped his other hand underneath it, and placed it on her thigh. He heard her heavy breathing as he pushed her legs apart, and she willingly shifted her weight, leaning on the stone wall for support. Soon his head had joined his hands, and with deliberate slowness he traced his fingers around his Sister's pussy. He grazed the lips and felt her shudder, before repeating the action. Her snatch glistened, and placing two fingers on either side, he bent his head towards it. His tongue flicked out, running fully along her pussy, and the stunning mage's legs nearly buckled. She was only just able to regain her composure before Mikael did it again, though she was more prepared for the repeat, her muscles merely quivering at the wonderful sensation. Mikael licked her snatch for a third time, eliciting more beautiful shudders from her thighs, but unlike the previous two occasions he did not then pull away. Instead he remained there, his tongue sweeping over his Sister's sensitive clit, and he ran the two fingers of his right hand along her folds. He pushed them inwards, feeling her hot pussy welcoming in the probing digits. A sharp intake of breath showed him the action was appreciated, and he slowly started to move his fingers inside her as his tongue still licked her clit. Quintia's breathing was heavy, her climax clearly not aeons away. He attacked her pussy with vigour, his fingers now moving in and out of her snatch as his tongue still licked her clit. Her legs were shaking and her breathing came in irregular gasps. Whilst he could not see it, he knew her gem would be glowing bright blue. Indeed, he was sure it was a very strange sight. A gorgeous Sensei with blue hair and a gem radiating light so bright you couldn't look at it, her dress torn open, and Mikael - tucked underneath it - bringing her to orgasm. He reached out with his left hand, untangling it from her dress and instead running it over the front of her body. He could feel her trim stomach beneath the velvet of her garment, and grinned into her pussy as one of her own hands took a firm hold of it. She gripped it tightly, and Mikael returned in kind, the fingers of his other hand still sliding in and out of his Sister's rapidly-tightening snatch. His tongue danced over her clit and he enjoyed the sweet taste of her juices, which were flowing freely now as her climax approached. Her thighs were now trembling, and Mikael did not relent. Her hand gripped his fiercely, and as his assault on her pussy continued her breathing became more and more ragged. Were she able to moan, Mikael had no doubt that she would be doing so; as it was, he was quite certain her gem would be shining like a beacon. Good thing those merchants can't see us, he thought to himself as the mage's snatch twitched. Her walls rippled with anticipation, closing on his probing fingers, and he knew the moment was near. She came seconds later, her thighs shaking as an orgasm powered through her. Mikael left his fingers inside her, enjoying the wild contractions of her depths, and continued to gently kiss her clit as the sensations filled her with bliss. She immediately let go of his hand, instead grasping the wall for support as her legs became weak, and her body trembled as she tried to stay upright. A short while later it had passed, and Mikael slowly extricated himself from the torn dress to look up at his Sister. She grinned down at him wickedly, her jewel burning fiercely, and he stood up. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned in to kiss her, and she responded passionately. Their tongues pushed into each other's mouths, and they pressed their bodies together. Quintia's hands roved over Mikael's naked back as they kissed, his own on her ass, before she slowly dropped them to his waist. There she slid them around to the front, taking hold of his belt buckle and unclasping it, before giving his pants a quick shove. They tumbled down his legs, ending up crumpled around his ankles, and she delicately placed a hand on his member as he kicked the pants away. He broke the kiss with a moan as she gently played with his hard cock, her pale blue eyes staring into his with wicked intent. Her animalistic desire was evident, and Mikael did not need to be told what to do. With a grin of his own he grabbed the blue-haired beauty's shoulders, forcefully spinning her round, before pushing down on her upper back. She complied willingly, bending over the stone wall, her forearms and elbows resting on the masonry as she leant forwards. Crouching down, Mikael lifted her dress, and with a quick kiss to her exposed pussy that clearly sent thrills through his Sister, stood back up. He pulled the dress with him, holding it pinned at her waist with his left hand, her long legs now revealed, and with his right he grasped her firm ass. He gave it a quick squeeze, smiling as Quintia wiggled it seductively in response, before stepping forwards and grasping his cock. She turned her face to him, wearing an anticipatory smile, her pale skin slightly flushed. Mikael guided his shaft to Quintia's eager pussy, and - holding the base - gently ran it along her folds. His Sister's jewel flared at the sensation, and he immediately decided to tease her a little while longer. He found her clit, and rubbed the tip of his member against the bud, causing a look of rapture to flit across the stunning mage's features. She stared at him with her pale blue eyes, her mouth slightly open as she waited for his cock, carnal hunger radiating from her in waves. Such unashamed lust was seemingly at odds to her general demeanour, but Mikael was no longer taken aback. Quintia may have been by far the most shy of his Sisters in public, but she held nothing back when alone with the Cohort. Mikael remained that way a moment, the head of his member teasing her folds, causing sparks of pleasure to thrill through the mage, yet at the same time leaving her desperate for more. That was clear by the look on her face, the sheer need that she emanated, and though Mikael could see she was trying not to react, he knew she would not last much longer. He decided not to make her wait. He'd teased her enough, and with a loud groan he pushed inwards, Quintia's hot snatch swallowing his cock as he sank fully into the blue-haired beauty. He remained there a moment, her slick walls tight around his member, and just enjoyed the sight. Her gem glowed brightly, its luminosity having increased as he slid into her, and she bit her lower lip. With a groan he started to move his hips, his cock gliding in and out of his gorgeous Sister, his now-free hand moving to her waist. Her pussy welcomed him in with every forward thrust, and she moved her own hips slightly in time, turning her head to stare across the vistas. His pace was not great, but it was not slow, either. Bringing his Sister to orgasm had inflamed his desire, and that pent up energy was now released. His groans echoed across the balcony, the only other sounds they made the slap of their loins. Mikael again noticed the strangeness of Quintia's silence, but he had long since grown used to the fact she could make no sound. It did not mean he enjoyed himself any less; and, crucially, neither did she. He remained in that position a while, standing naked behind his Sister, his cock sliding in and out of her snatch. She was herself bent over in front of him, her forearms resting on the stone wall, staring straight ahead of her and enjoying their passionate sex. Her blue hair rustled slightly in a low breeze, though it moved more from the vigour of Mikael's thrusts. He loosened his grip on her dress, allowing the front to fall back down, where it swayed rhythmically with their sex. Its rear remained held against her waist, however, her ass and the backs of her legs still uncovered. He drank in the sight. A slight spasm in her walls told Mikael his Sister was enjoying herself; as did the way she pushed her hips back to meet each of Mikael's own thrusts. Sliding his free hand over her exposed ass, he gently squeezed it, his pace inexorably quickening as their mutual pleasure built. With a sudden contraction of her depths, Quintia threw her hips backwards, a small orgasm trembling through her. He ceased the movements of his loins, allowing his Sister to enjoy the moment, and took the opportunity to grasp the torn dress with his right hand. He pulled it again with his left, the tear extending, this time ripping around underneath her beautiful body, travelling along her waistline. Grabbing the nearly entirely detached cloth with his other hand, he gave it a final tug, the ripped velvet meeting the original tear just to the left of her lower back and coming away completely. He lifted it in his grip, her entire lower body revealed as the former dress came away, her garment now ending at the bustier which fit snugly around her midriff. Her torso was still entirely dressed, but her ass and legs were exposed, and Mikael smiled wickedly at the result. With a final flick of his hand he let go of the velvet, watching as it fluttered away in the breeze and eventually came to rest heaped in the corner. He turned back to the mage, and the sight made him grin; her small orgasm had passed, and she stared at him with hunger in her eyes. She began to move her hips once more, and Mikael complied with her silent request, placing his hands on her now entirely exposed waist and thrusting more vigorously into her snatch. Her gem flared in front of him, her eyes rolling back at the sensation, and he knew she was not far off a much larger climax. Her walls hugged his member tightly, and he leant forwards as his hips crashed into hers. Moving his left hand to her lower back, the other wrapped underneath her right armpit, taking a firm hold of her shoulder. He pulled her upright, the position of their sex changing, and could tell immediately that the new angle caused an intense surge of pleasure in his Sister. She did not move far -- merely straightening her arms so that her palms now rested on the stonework rather than her forearms -- but it was clearly appreciated nonetheless. Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 02 She was close now, he could tell. Her walls were slowly narrowing on his member, and though she had turned her head so that he could no longer easily see her face, he could tell it displayed her rapture. His cock slid into her pussy with incredible speed, and she pushed her entire body back to meet each drive. Her pale skin was flushed, and her climax was moments away. With a searing burst of blue light from her gem, her orgasm hit, her tunnel grasping hold of Mikael's cock as rapture detonated in her mind. Her entire body trembled as she went rigid, her mouth hanging open, her lips quivering, and Mikael went still to merely drink in the sight. The gorgeous mage's eyes were wide, and faint energy crackled the air as she came. After a short while, her pussy relaxed, and Mikael gently withdrew his cock. He stepped back as Quintia slowly rose, and watched eagerly as she turned to face him. Though her gem had dulled, there was still a glint of lust in her eyes, and she reached out and took his hand. He smiled at the seductive wink that followed, no words exchanged between them, and with a gentle tug Quintia pulled him towards one of the couches that adorned the Sanctuary's balconies. They reached it moments later, and before Mikael could make a move she had pushed him down onto the backless sofa. He landed with a gentle thud, his legs spread and his cock proud, and looked up at his Sister. She stared at him wickedly, the light in her gem building once more, and swiftly dropped to her knees. He leaned back, a smile forming on his face as the mage placed her palms on his thighs. Your turn, glittered words above her head, and her eyes stared at him as he read them. He laughed, the sound turning into a loud gasp as Quintia leaned forwards, her tongue flicking out and grazing the underside of his head. Her hands held his thighs tightly as her mouth did all the work, and he groaned as she sucked the tip of his member between her lips. There she rested a while, before she began to bob her head, slowly devouring more of his cock with each downward movement. Her right hand, too, relocated to the base of his shaft, holding it still as her lips crept lower. Mikael groaned again at the magnificent sensation, and reached out, lightly grasping her cobalt blue hair. She did not mind, and her tongue continued its wonderful sweep across the underside of his shaft, half of his length now resting in her warm mouth. Her right hand now caressed the areas that she could not reach with her lips, and she stared at him voraciously as she sucked his cock. Eventually, she pulled her mouth away, instead holding his member firmly as she kissed down the sides, making sure that her descending tongue passed over every inch. Mikael moaned loudly, breathing out long and hard as the mage did exquisite things. Her gem had not taken long to rekindle, he noticed, though he was not surprised given what was going on. The same way his earlier work on her pussy had inflamed his desire, he suspected this blowjob had her eager for more sex. He leaned forwards, knowing what he wanted, and quite sure she felt the same. She looked up at him, withdrawing her mouth from his member and instead pumping his slick shaft with her fist. He kissed her, and she rose slightly to better allow it, her eyes closing as her hand still passed over his cock. Not breaking the kiss, Mikael reached behind his Sister, finding the knots to her dress and slowly undoing them by touch. Quintia, however, seemed more eager to move things along, pulling away and lowering her head to allow him better access to the bows. He gasped as she sucked his member into her mouth yet again, and with the aid of seeing what he was doing, he soon had the bustier loosened. He placed one finger on the blue-haired beauty's cheek and she looked up, a playful smile forming on her features as she once more pulled her face from his member. This time she did not stay kneeling, and as Mikael swivelled on the couch to allow himself to lie down along its length, she moved to hunch over him. He placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding the upper part of the now-ruined dress forwards. It came away easily, the back undone, and she straightened her arms to allow Mikael to pull the garment over them. Her large breasts spilled free, and he hurriedly threw the tattered top over his shoulder, eager to cup the fleshy mounds. He did so immediately, causing Quintia's gem to flare. She lowered her body and he sat more upright, flicking out hungrily with his tongue, its tip grazing the nipple of her closest breast. There he remained, his tongue passing over the wonderful mounds as his hands kneaded them gently. Quintia placed her own hands on his shoulders, and slowly stroked them downwards, eventually twisting her upper body away from Mikael as her palms reached his waist. There she turned away from him completely, grasping hold of his cock with one hand as she placed the other on his chest. She stepped over the sofa, her back still to Mikael as she straddled the couch, and moved to stand over him, lowering her hips until her pussy was mere inches from Mikael's erect member. He reached out, placing his hands on her lower back, feeling the tension beneath her silky smooth skin, and left them there as she angled his cock in her hand. Mikael moaned as his Sister descended further, his cock drawn into her hot snatch as she sank onto his shaft. Moments later he was fully inside her, and the gorgeous mage leant forwards. Her feet still flat on the floor, she moved her hands, instead placing her palms on Mikael's knees and beginning to lift her hips. Her pace was slow to start with, and her pussy slid over his cock as she raised and lowered her body. Mikael's hands dropped to her ass, and he could feel the minor contractions of her muscles as the pleasure of their sex assaulted her. She was hunched over, her blue hair falling just to her shoulders, and her fingers gripped Mikael's legs tightly. With a flash of blue, she changed position slightly, instead settling fully on Mikael's cock and rolling her hips back and forth. He grinned as she did so, knowing full well the effect it would have on his Sister, and lay back as she rode him in reverse. She continued that way for a while, and Mikael could tell from the tightening of her depths and the strengthening blue glow of her jewel that she was enjoying herself. Stroking his hands up her back, he hunched forwards, the blue-haired mage still crouched over him, her feet firmly on the floor. His palms eventually reached her upper back, where he slid them round to the sides and underneath her arms. With a broad grin he grasped her large breasts, and her gem flared brightly at the sensation. Quintia turned her face to him. Her jewel burned ferociously, and her skin was flushed. Sheer lust radiated from her eyes, and with a grin Mikael leant back onto the sofa, pulling his Sister with him. She moved willingly, repositioning herself so that her hands rested on Mikael's chest, her arms stretched behind her. He held her waist tightly as she moved her feet onto the sofa, her heels now touching Mikael's hips, and at once she began to bounce on his member. Unsurprisingly to Mikael, she did so with vigour. Her breasts shook enticingly as she rode him, her jewel sparkling brightly at the feelings that coursed through her. He moved his hands, instead grasping her wrists, holding them tightly as their twin pleasure built, and the mage's mouth dropped open. She was clearly close -- as was Mikael -- and both were eager to attain release. Moments later, her gem exploded into life. Her snatch narrowed markedly on Mikael's cock as a minor orgasm erupted inside her, her hips slowing but not stopping as she delighted in the climax. Mikael still held her wrists, her palms on his chest, and he could feel the tension that still suffused his Sister even as her orgasm faded. It did not surprise him, therefore, when she instantly resumed her old pace, leaning back even further and redoubling the efforts of her loins. Her weight was now almost entirely on Mikael's chest, her legs doing nothing more than raising and lowering her hips with considerable speed, and Mikael released her wrists, his hands sliding down her body and eventually coming to hold her waist. She continued to ride him, her breathing heavy, and despite the orgasm she had just had her gem had barely dulled. It was, he realised, actually brighter than it had been before, and the voracious way in which his Sister bounced on his cock suggested to Mikael she was not far off another climax. Neither, Mikael noted, was he. "Fuck," Mikael groaned as the gorgeous Sensei's pussy hungrily devoured his member. "I'm ... I'm close..." She turned her face to him, carnal need radiating from her pale blue eyes. Her gem shone brightly and her breathing was ragged as she stared at him, her hips continuing their rapid rise and fall. Mikael met her gaze, but her eyelids fluttered shut, her mind clearly bombarded with the magnificent stimuli of their sex. Come in me, Quintia's words stated simply, flowing into being like calligraphy on her smooth back. They washed away moments later, and Mikael grinned. "Gladly," he laughed breathlessly, grasping his Sister's hips more tightly and immediately ceasing their movements. Instantly, his own hips burst into motion, rapidly thrusting upwards into the stunning mage, his member sliding furiously into her tight snatch. Quintia's body seized up at the sensation, her mouth dropping open with a great exhalation of breath that Mikael was sure would have been a rapturous scream were she capable of one. His cock now pistoned into the blue-haired beauty, and her cobalt hair shook with the impact of Mikael's member. Her large breasts, just visible, vibrated enticingly too, and had Mikael not been so eager to come he would have leaned forward and grasped them. "Urgh..." he moaned, his cock twitching. His Sister, too, was mere seconds away, her pussy quivering with anticipation, her back arching as he drove his member into her snatch. "By the... Gods... fuck!" With one last surge of his hips he came, his cock spasming, hot cum shooting into Quintia's depths. Pleasure overtook him, and he held his Sister tightly, lost in blissful release as his seed spattered liberally against her walls. A heartbeat later she climaxed too. Her hips bucked in Mikael's grasp, her gem blazing into life like a minor sun, and her fingertips dug into Mikael's chest with the sheer power of the ecstasy that tore at her mind. Her body was still, yet her muscles trembled, and her thoughts were lost to the bliss that overtook them, the sensation of Mikael's cock as it plunged into her receptive snatch pushing her into paradise. There they remained, motionless but for the shuddering of Quintia's climaxing body and the faint twitching of Mikael's hips, both exulting in the rapture of their release. Her pussy spasmed around his length, the feeling driving Mikael's own orgasm further, and he cried out his ecstasy as the silent mage's jewel displayed her own. It was a while before the intense pleasure at last began to fade, their minds becoming their own again, and Quintia sank down slowly onto Mikael's chest, her breathing heavy and a faint layer of sweat on her brow. After a moment of recovery, she turned her face to him and grinned widely, slowly lifting her hips and moving to settle next to him on the sofa. It was a tight squeeze, but they managed it, their forms curled together on the narrow couch, and Mikael enjoyed her body cosily pressed against his. Relaxed, she turned slightly, placing a hand on his chest and her chin on his shoulder, her pale blue eyes staring into his. The animalistic lust that had radiated from them had been replaced by a look of pure contentedness, and Mikael was sure his own gaze reflected that. The stunning mage smiled, her gem now glowing a dull green, and he laughed, brushing her cobalt hair from her face. "That was great," he grinned, his post-coital mind nevertheless still noticing the magnificence of her naked body. It certainly was, his Sister's words returned, her face displaying the satisfied afterglow of her climax. "Though I'm sorry about your dress." She lifted her head and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as she stared into his eyes. Mikael, when you make me come like that I don't care what you do with my clothes, her words glowed, a playful smile spreading across her features. "Nevertheless," he grinned, "for the sake of your wardrobe, perhaps you ought to next time approach me naked." Hmm, her words flowed as she settled back down with a grin. Perhaps I will do just that. Mikael sighed happily, and slowly closed his eyes. Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 03 Mikael left the training room with a contented sigh. His muscles faintly ached from his exertions over the past hour - he'd tried to tackle seven opponents at once using the magical suits of armour as foes - and he knew he had earned a break. The dull throbbing in his limbs called out for a soothing soak in hot water, and the layer of sweat on his skin yearned for the same. With that thought in mind Mikael headed straight for the Sanctuary's relaxation area. Entering the large, plushly furnished room he strode towards the doors on the far wall, ignoring those that led up to the Sanctuary's many balconies and instead opening the one that revealed a corridor descending into the depths of the cliff. He grinned as he set off down the staircase, knowing that it may have looked slightly foreboding but in actuality was nothing but. The steps did not continue for long, the baths not particularly deep in the core of the Sanctuary, and soon he was standing in a short corridor with two rooms off to each side. Opening the left hand door, he stepped inside, quickly removing his clothing and placing it on the rugs that covered the floor. He was always amazed how comfortable this room was, particularly given that the Cohort used it merely as somewhere to store their belongings when they bathed. He did not know why there was a second room on the other side which was used for the exact same purpose, but it amused him to note that each member of the Cohort had a favoured side. He always used this room, as did Lucinda and Ria'torr, yet Kristine, Melissa and Quintia always changed in the other. Smiling with the silliness of that, he stepped back out into the corridor and strode nakedly towards the baths. They came into view, the sight taking his breath away as it always did. The large natural cave glowed with the light that shone in through the openings around the ceiling, though some of the lamps dotted around the walls had also burst into life to provide a little extra. The baths consisted of two pools. One was significantly smaller than the other, and also significantly warmer; it did not allow for much in the way of exercise, but was incredibly relaxing to rest in. The other pool was much larger, and was more for swimming than simply enjoying a soothing rest. Deciding that he would like to unwind with a small bit of exercise, Mikael made his way towards the larger pool. Reaching the edge, he dived in, allowing himself to sink to the bottom before kicking his way back to the surface. Despite the natural appearance of these caves, the floors and walls of the pools themselves were completely smooth. He smiled to think of all the luxuries and comforts that the Gods had provided their holy warriors with in this Sanctuary. He swam briskly to the far side of the pool and back again, repeating the motion a few times. Despite the dull ache in his limbs that cried out to rest, he knew one of the best ways to wind down was with a more gentle exercise rather than simply stopping completely. With that thought, he always found swimming a particularly relaxing yet still energetic form of action. After a short while, he made his way to the edge of the pool and pushed himself up onto the edge. There he rested a moment. Then he heard the sound of a door, and he turned his head to the entrance of the baths and smiled as Kristine wandered in. She was, of course, completely nude, and Mikael couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the gorgeous blonde's naked body. Her blonde hair was loose and long, falling straight to her back, and her large breasts looked fantastic on her slender, lovely form. She looked amazing, as always, and Mikael chuckled to himself as his cock unsurprisingly stirred at the sight of her. "Hello Brother," she smiled sweetly as she saw him. "Exercising?" He nodded in response, not looking away as the paladin moved towards the smaller, warmer pool. She laughed at his silence and lowered one foot into the bath. "I would think you had seen me naked enough times by now, Mikael, that you wouldn't look like a horny teenager every time you set eyes on me." "Given your particular appetites, I don't think you can criticise me for enjoying the sight of a beautiful naked woman," he grinned. She laughed again as she swung her other leg into the water, and then the sound became a moan as her whole body was submerged. Briefly she disappeared beneath the surface, before reemerging and settling against the side. As she did so, her eyes rolled back slightly, clearly luxuriating in the the wonderful feeling, and Mikael's cock twitched again. Her eyes did that when she climaxed, too. "So what brings you to the baths?" he said, considering whether he should join her. He was certainly horny enough to appreciate her company, but she looked so relaxed in the hot pool that he didn't want to simply stride over and get her attention. Even so, the cool water he floated in did nothing to alleviate his burgeoning hardness. "The desire to unwind," she sighed happily. "And you?" She turned her head to him, her piercing blue eyes meeting his gaze. He shrugged. "I was exercising and training my combat skills. I thought it would be nice to relax after all of that." "Then why are you in that pool?" she said with a slightly bemused smile. "I felt like a small amount of exercise more wouldn't hurt." Kristine laughed sweetly. "Fair enough. Well, feel free to join me when you're ready. I'd certainly enjoy your company." As she settled down in the pool and closed her eyes, Mikael decided to join her. He pushed himself out of the water and moved towards the smaller pool, then lowered himself in opposite the paladin. The hot water felt exquisite as it swept up his body, but even more amazing was Kristine's body beneath shimmering beneath the surface. The blonde did not even open her eyes as he settled down in front of her. Even so, the corners of her lips twisted into a small smile. "I didn't think it would take long," she murmured, then sighed with happiness. "Oh?" Mikael responded. "You thought the allure of you was too much? That I'd be unable to keep away?" Kristine opened one eye, and a wicked smile grew on her face. "Well, I was right, wasn't I? You are here." Mikael returned her cheeky expression. "And what makes you think that has anything to do with your allure? I could simply have wanted a relaxing bath." His Sister's eyes dropped then, her gaze falling to his member, which stood proud and hard beneath the water. Then she gently lifted a foot, stretching her leg to lightly stroke down its sides. He groaned. "This does, Brother." Mikael glanced back up at her and found her staring at him, both her eyes open. A mask of lust had settled on her face. He knew that look. He enjoyed it. He pushed himself away from the wall of the rock pool, towards his Sister. She did not budge as he reached her, setting his knee upon the ledge that she sat on and leaning down until his face was inches from hers. "Well perhaps you are right, Kristine. Perhaps I did come over here because the allure of being with you was too great." "Then why are you not kissing me?" the paladin growled, and Mikael did not wait for her to ask again. He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers, and he groaned into the kiss as her tongue pushed into his mouth. Immediately, her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him in more hungrily to continue their kiss. He placed his hands on the stone either side of her head and leaned further down. For a while they remained that way, their tongues duelling as Kristine's hands roved over his body. Then slowly, her right hand traced lower underneath the water, over Mikael's stomach muscles and towards his hard length. He groaned into the kiss as she wrapped her fist around it and started to pump. The blonde pulled away with a wicked smile. Placing her free hand on Mikael's shoulders, she pushed him round so that she now stood in the centre of the pool and he was sitting on the ledge. "Move up," she whispered. He did so immediately, pushing himself free of the water, moving to sit on the edge of the pool so that his feet rested on the ledge beneath the surface, which lapped softly at the tops of his calves. With his legs spread, he watched in carnal trepidation as Kristine moved between them, and then she leaned forwards. Her blue eyes never broke their gaze on him as she opened her mouth, the tip of his cock slipping between her parted lips. He groaned as he felt her engulfing his member, and although she did not take much of him into her mouth to begin with, it was still an amazing feeling. The paladin pulled off with a satisfied-sounding moan, instead kissing her way down the sides of his rigid member, and Mikael spread his palms and leaned back to watch her at work. She looked so good, half-submerged in the warm water, which came up to the tops of her thighs as she stood in the centre of pool. As she sucked his cock she leaned over, and every time she kissed down his sides she would bend one knee and drop further into the water, letting it wash over her chest. He drank in the sight of her as she hungrily devoured his length. Her large breasts shone with a sheen of water, individual drops running around the fleshy mounds and falling back into the pool below. Her blonde hair was plastered to her back, soaking wet, and her blue eyes glinted with salacious desire. She ran her tongue along Mikael's length, moaning hungrily as she reached the tip and sucked him into her mouth. Her right hand moved to rest on his thigh, whilst her left wrapped around the base of his shaft. Still staring into his eyes, she started to take him into her mouth. "Oh fuck, Kristine," Mikael moaned, reaching out to place a hand on the paladin's head. She seemed to take that as further encouragement, drawing more of him into her mouth until Mikael felt himself bumping against her throat. There she rested a moment, before she pulled away with an intake of breath, her fist immediately pumping on the parts of his cock that her mouth left exposed. He stared down at her with lust. She was amazing at this, and he delighted in it, but that stood alongside the fact that she looked amazing whilst doing it, too. The two together combined to make Mikael groan aloud, and that was ignoring the magnificent feelings her work sent sparking through him. Moments later, she began to bob her head, and he breathed out shakily in pleasure. Her fist closed in front of her mouth, so wherever her lips were not covering her wet palm endeavoured to pleasure. Mikael took a slightly tighter grip of her hair and threw his head back with a groan. Kristine hummed happily onto his cock. She was evidently enjoying his pleasured reactions to her attention. She slid her mouth from his member to kiss its underside, and Mikael leaned forwards to grasp her cheek. She grinned up at him, his cock still resting against her lips, and he wordlessly guided her upright. Kristine moved willingly, letting go of his length to place her hands either side of his head and kiss up his body. Slowly, her form stretched out, until she stepped forwards and placed one foot on the ledge beneath the water. Pushing herself up, it was joined by the other until she stood between his legs. Then her mouth crushed against his, and Mikael moaned into their kiss. He closed his legs, allowing the blonde to step over his thighs so that she was instead straddling his waist, and then he groaned as she straightened and took hold of his cock. Like Mikael, her calves were underneath the warm water, but the rest of her was not. He appreciated the sight of her glistening, slender body as she positioned herself above his member. Then all thoughts of anything but the pleasure of their sex were washed away as she settled down on his member. "Fuck, Mikael..." she moaned as she slowly sank down, her velvet pussy welcoming him every inch of the way. Slowly, she lowered herself until she sat on his thighs, his cock entirely buried inside her. Then, gradually, she lifted her hips until his member almost sprang free once more, before taking him in all over again. Mikael groaned aloud as the paladin's snatch caressed his cock so wonderfully, and he stared into her piercing blue eyes as the feeling filled him. Those eyes were creased in pleasure, her mouth hanging open, and from his Sister's sharp intakes of breath and fluttering eyelashes, he suspected she was enjoying this just as much as he was. For a while he simply lay there, gazing up at the blonde. The water lapped against his thighs, the surface disturbed by her movements as she started to bounce, and he delighted in how amazing she looked. The lust written on her face suggested she was enjoying herself every bit as much as he was. Then he pushed himself up on his elbows, and the paladin moved her hands to his shoulders, leaving them there as she bounced on his lap. Every sound they made was echoed slightly in the large cavern that the baths resided in, but if anything that made the situation even more erotic. Gradually, his Sister's pace increased. Not noticeably at first, but within a few minutes she was riding him more forcefully. Her hips still did not crash down onto his but there was an insistence in her movements that had been lacking when she first took him inside her. He moved to sit almost fully upright, dropping his hand to Kristine's hip, his left arm extended behind him for support. There he followed the movement of her body, even encouraging her to bounce more vigorously on his lap. The new angle meant that her breasts were inches from his face, and Mikael enjoyed the sight of them. He raised his right hand to grasp one for a few seconds, enjoying her salacious grin as he did so, before returning his palm to her hips. She was riding him with passion now, her hips rolling to meet the thrusts he had subconsciously started to make. He could feel her tunnel narrowing on his cock and knew that she was not far away. She gulped in air through her open mouth and her blue eyes had were glazing. "Oh fuck..." she panted, her voice strained with need. She was so close, and he delighted in that. Lifting his right arm, he placed his palm on the back of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her wet hair on the rear of his hand. He tugged her closer, crushing his lips against hers, but their kiss did not last long; she soon pulled away, overwhelmed by the building pleasure in her core. Yet Mikael did not move his hand. Instead, he left it there, another point of contact for their bodies as the electricity of their passion flowed between them. "Oh, yes... by the Gods... yes..." she panted, her eyes rolling back. Her head remained mere inches from his, her warm breath washing over his face. Mikael could only groan in response. He stared at her needfully, desperate for her to come. He wanted to see his Sister climax, to enjoy the feel and sight of her bliss, and he knew he did not have long to wait. Her hips bounced with speed, her movements guided solely by her frenzied desire for the orgasm that was seconds away, and as her body tensed the moment arrived. "Oh FUUUCCK!" she screamed as she came, the orgasm spreading shivers through her body and rending at her mind. Mikael could tell from the sparkling blue of her now-wide eyes that she was temporarily lost to the pleasure of such an intense climax, and he groaned in delight at the magnificent sight. He surged forwards, wrapping both of his arms around the blonde, pinning her against him as she spasmed in his grasp. Her wet skin was slick beneath his touch and her large breasts pressed against his chest. Then he buried his face in the crook of her neck, revelling in the sensations of her release; the way her skin trembled and her pussy undulated against his length. As her euphoric cry echoed round the baths, he stopped thrusting to simply let the paladin climax around his length. As the orgasm faded she slumped forwards and buried her face in Mikael's neck, sobbing out her pleasure as she slowly bounced her hips to milk every last shiver of rapture from her release. He held her there as she slowly regained her composure, and before long he was gently thrusting inside the blonde again. She moved her hands back to his shoulders and leaned back slightly, a broad smile on her still-flushed face. She was already moving her own hips, slowly meeting each of Mikael's own lackadaisical thrusts even so soon after a mammoth orgasm. Clearly, she was ready for more. With that thought in mind, Mikael tightly took hold of his Sister, standing upright and twisting round, before lowering her down onto the floor next to the small pool. She only smiled wickedly as he did so, as eager for the new position as he was. Now he was standing on the small ledge inside the bath, his legs spread so that he could do so comfortably, and leaning forward very slightly over his blonde Sister. Immediately, he lifted her right leg, holding it straight against him, and placed his free hand on her stomach. Then he began to thrust, enjoying the feel of her silken pussy welcoming in his cock. His hips were not slow for long; whilst they did not slam against hers with abandon, their pace quickly became passionate. Already, Kristine's face had started to take on a mask of pure pleasure. "Oh fuck, Mikael," she moaned, lifting her head slightly to stare down at their loins. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." He grunted in agreement, enjoying the way she rolled her hips back against him, and the sight of her large breasts shaking on her chest at the movement of their sex. Her breaths came in staccato gasps, pleasure filling her, and he unconsciously increased the speed of his thrusts. Her leg was smooth and firm beneath his hand, the limb so beautifully feminine yet capable of such power. The woman whom he so passionately fucked was walking proof never to underestimate someone based on their appearance, and the knowledge that she willingly shared her amazing body with him in return for him sharing his with her was so incredibly arousing that he could not help but groan out loud. His thrusts built to a steady rhythm, passionate but not outrageously quick. He broke the gaze he had been sharing with the shining sapphires of her eyes so that he could better drink in the sight of her, and he allowed his free hand to sweep over her stomach to feel her body beneath his fingertips. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat and pool water, and droplets fell from his own form as he lustfully fucked her. Briefly, a thought flickered into his mind: how he loved the sensuousness of fucking near water, and how this was not the first - and certainly not the last - time he was able to indulge those particular carnal appetites with his Sisters. Indeed, he had done just that with Lucinda on the morning after their first meeting, in a sanctuary out in the wilderness. "What... are you smiling... about?" Kristine panted in between rapturous exhalations, one of her eyebrows shakily rising. Mikael grinned. "I'm just thinking about how much I love having sex in these baths." "So do I," she moaned. "So do I. Please fuck me, Brother. Fuck me." He did as he was commanded, letting go of her leg and leaning forwards until he was hunched over the gorgeous paladin. She wrapped her now-free legs around his waist, letting her ankles rest above his ass, and he leaned down onto his forearms. His face was inches from hers, her blue eyes sparkling as her back began to slowly arch. She stared at him open-mouthed, long sobs of pleasure drawn from her lungs as a second orgasm rapidly approached. He could feel his balls tightening, a sure-fire sign that his release was near, and continued to hammer his cock into her wonderful snatch. Quickies of the Cohort Ch. 03 "You're going to make me come again," she moaned insistently, her sapphire eyes practically glowing with carnal need. Her proximity to climax drove him on, seeming to imbue his hips with yet more passion. He thrust into her powerfully now, her body reacting to every collision of their loins. His own did, too, and he grunted and groaned as his release barrelled ever-closer. Kristine reached up, grasping his cheeks in both hands, staring into his eyes. Her own had started to glaze, her pupils drifting upwards as the moment arrived, and suddenly her release was upon her. "I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm COMMIIINNG!" she shrieked, her body twitching as her orgasm seared through her. Her blue eyes opened wide with utter bliss, and she sobbed out her ecstasy as the release burned in her core. Mikael could not watch for long, however, before his own climax arrived, his cock jerking as his cum exploded forth into the stunning paladin. He cried out, pleasure filling his mind, and pulses of rapture flowed through him, each accompanied by another wave of his seed spewing into his Sister. For a short while they rode out their orgasms, both lost in the intensity of the release, before at last their pleasure faded. Even then, Mikael enjoyed the remaining dregs of ecstasy that occasionally shivered through him, and Kristine's post-orgasmic daze appeared no less strong than usual. He pushed himself more upright, letting his body slip back into the relaxing warm pool of water, and he grinned at Kristine as she joined him. They lay there in silence a moment, both appreciating the magnificence of the sex they had just enjoyed, and the feeling of the warm water as it soothed their bodies. "I'm glad I didn't bathe alone," Kristine said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. Mikael smiled broadly, and submerged himself beneath the surface. So was he.