0 comments/ 1456 views/ 1 favorites The Trials of Valeriya: BiB Ch. 01 By: HighSmut WARNING - ADULTS ONLY Please be advised that this is sexually explicit material and is not to be viewed by minors under the age of 18. If you are not of legal age please close this window immediately. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Copyright 2014 by High Smut All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. ***** THE TRIALS OF VALERIYA BACK IN BONDS Chapter 1 (of 15) Vorderreuth, Alfeld Summer, 1003 The Plodding Mammoth inn was packed to the rafters. The stagnant air smelled of a peculiar combination of wood smoke, fried mutton, freshly hurled mead and men-sweat. The din of merrymaking was loud enough to rival even those of the fabled dwarven mead halls. These Alfelders know how to have a good time. Valeriya upended her drink and slammed the empty tankard down on the bar-top. "Another one, Ser Innkeeper!" she shouted merrily. Valeriya had been drinking since eventide—mostly without having to pay for the drinks herself. Well, not pay with coin that is. Her stunning looks, paired with a loose sense of modesty meant that she was instantly popular in any public houses she walked into. If she overlooked the occasional stroking of her bare back and thighs, or the recurrent groping of her scantily-clad bottom, Valeriya figured she could get an unending river of mead flowing her way. Although those hands possessing the habit or tarrying on no-man's-business, usually find themselves broken or burnt severely. The patrons kept buying her drinks in hope of getting her drunk and having their way with her. What they failed to realize was that Valeriya could drink most men—and a great many dwarves—under the table any day of the week. Tonight's admirers seemed to have given up rather soon, the blonde sword-maiden felt. The more fool them, then. She could hold her liquor, true, but Valeriya wasn't the kind of girl to spend your coin and then not put out—not if she could help it. In most such occasions, after she'd had her fill of alcoholic beverage, Valeriya would make one lucky man's—generally the cleanest and most well behaved one's—dream come true. But she was done drinking for the night anyway. One more and she'd grab one of the blundering buffoons and be off to— ...What's that? What broke her reverie? The crowd seemed to have quietened down a little. Then she heard it again: "Sing little man!" someone screamed angrily. Valeriya twisted her neck from her stool and located the source of the ruckus. A large man was looking down on someone with a rather aggressive posture. The blonde leaned further to her right without leaving her seat to get a look at the person who had drawn the bully's ire, but to no avail. Perhaps he really was what the bellicose Alfelder had called him. Reluctantly she got up to her feet and started for the commotion. The big Alfelder shifted and Valeriya spotted the "little man" he had cornered. And it was just as she suspected—a Cincuman. Everyone knew there's no love lost between the Alfelders and their neighbors—the little marsh-folk. Cincu had been a part of Alfeld once—until the lowly marsh-folk chomped off a healthy bit of land for themselves, with backing from the hated Laski Empire, no less. That was nearly a hundred years ago, but the Alfelders still hated the Cincumen with passion. What's this fool doing here? Valeriya wondered. "Just leave me be," the Cincuman said with a level voice. "I just want food and lodging." He's keeping his head, Valeriya thought. Good. If it's one thing she disliked, it's the big bullying the little. "Not until you sing little man!" The Alfelder poked the Cincuman on the shoulder with a thick forefinger, causing him to stagger back a step. Cincumen are a merry folk, renowned for their humorous songs, with the Alfelders being the butt of the jokes in many such ballads. "Get off me!" The Cincuman shoved the big Alfelder with both hands, but failed to budge him even an inch. Ooo ... A feisty one! Valeriya thought, perhaps too brave for his own safety. "Why you little—" The Alfelder grabbed the little man by the lapel of his coat and raised his fist, intent on pounding some marsh-sense into him. Valeriya did not want the Cincuman beaten up—she was quite fond of the gentle people. But what could I do? If I interfere, the big guy would then have a problem with me! He's too big to handle bare handed, and if I use magic or steel against an unarmed man, the whole of Vorderreuth would then have a problem with me! Valeriya remembered the big guy buying her a couple of drinks. Though not a charmer by any means, she supposed he behaved well enough. Now what did he say his name was? "I think you've got me all tanked-up, Jan," Valeriya stumbled onto the big Alfelder, leaning heavily onto his raised arm. Her breath smelled of mead, her voice was slurred, her legs all wobbly. The blonde belle looked positively inebriated. "Take me away from here, my head hurts." The man, clearly annoyed at first, soon realized what had just landed on his lap, and was instantly in a quandary. What should he choose? Punch the offensive runt? Or pound the capricious wench? "It's Jörg, babe. And I'll be just a minute." He managed a somewhat reassuring smile, and tried to free his arm from her. "Let me take care of him first," he pulled the Cincuman closer. "Oh!" Valeriya gasped, holding the fingers of her raised right hand in front of her mouth, looking positively taken aback, leaving no doubt whatsoever about what she made of the situation. Inside her head she laughed, and gave herself a pat on the back for her acting prowess. It did look like the big Alfelder was going to make out with the little Cincuman from the way he was holding him now. "Jan ... where are you, Jan?" Valeriya stumbled back the way she had come from. Jörg cursed and let the Cincuman go, then followed Valeriya promptly. "Wait up lassie!" He caught up with her quickly enough. "Can't let you go off all by yourself in this condition." He hooked his left arm around her slim waist. "Let me help you upstairs." Pounding wenches will always prevail over punching runts. Valeriya lowered her face to hide her smirk. 'Tis an eternal verity. Straw haired Jörg—who was taller than Valeriya's lithe, dancer's form by at least 6 inches—led her halting person carefully up the stairs and through the first unlocked door he could find. He had, rather shrewdly, grabbed a thick candle from a table downstairs, and guided by its yellow light, he led her to the double bed. He set the candle down on the bedside table. "Are you going to fuck me, Jan?" Valeriya murmured, still keeping up the drunken pretense. Of course you are! "It's Jörg!" He almost snapped, then continued with a smoother tone—he didn't want to upset her now, "And oh aye lassie, oh aye. That is, if that is your wish also." But he wasn't waiting around for her approval—he was already untying the laces of his breeches. Valeriya didn't mind. She had already decided to fuck him anyway. She was just taunting him with the names to see how he reacted. The beautiful blonde unbuckled her sword belt and set her scabbarded sword down, leaning from the bedside table. Jörg—who had already stepped out of his breeches—was watching her, and stroking his substantial, semi-hard trouser snake to erection. She had picked wisely, the boy was hung. Valeriya wanted to suck on it for a while, but feared she'd hurl the contents of her stomach if she gagged on it in her current mead-filled condition. Valeriya crooked her arms behind her back and unhooked the clasp of her bikini top. Then slid the loosened top off along her arms and discarded it on the bed behind her, revealing her large breasts to the Alfelder, who grunted in appreciation. Valeriya scrutinized his phallus; at least 8 inch long and 2 inch wide—it was just what she was looking for. The trim blonde lay back on the bed without breaking her lustful gaze from the healthy manhood, and pulled back her legs, exposing her mail-clad pussy. Have at it, then. Jörg curled his fingers around the thin leather straps on either side of her hips and pulled the bikini bottom up and off her long, shapely legs and booted feet. Then he stepped in between her legs. Valeriya was lying on her back with her ass on her edge of the bed. Jörg took her right knee in his left hand and pushed it back, opening her bald pussy to him. He took his heavy dong in his right hand and smacked her juicy nether lips with it. Valeriya moaned in pleasure and he smacked her again. "Yes... slap my pussy," she moaned. Valeriya had a beautiful, almost-virginal looking pussy—plump and juicy outer lips, with nothing but the clitoral hood just about managing to protrude from between them. Encouraged, he kept slapping away at her moist folds, splattering their juices everywhere. "You like that?" he teased. "You like my dick slapping you pussy?" "Oh god yes! Keep spanking my pussy with that fat cock!" Valeriya moaned louder. "Do it harder," the flushed blonde exhorted. It didn't take long before Valeriya arched her back and screamed her first orgasm of the night. And before she came down from her high, Jörg had placed the tip of his phallus at her sopping entrance and pushed half his length inside her with one powerful shove. Valeriya cried out at the sudden stretching of her love tunnel. Jörg pulled himself out almost completely, and then thrust in again. This time he managed to sheathe himself inside her completely. Jörg wishboned her legs and proceeded to saw her insides. Valeriya moaned as her pink depth was plundered and her juices started flowing. She took her nipples in her fingers and began pinching and twisting them not too gently. Her plump, raisin-like nipples and the surrounding areolae, which were quite large, were a light pink, and quite sensitive. Jörg was giving her his full length. And she was loving it. Valeriya hoped he wouldn't cum anytime soon. It had been weeks since she was last filled this well. She pinched her nipples harder and her whole body quivered as she had another mild orgasm. "You like my dick, you drunk bitch? You like my big dick in your cunt?" Jörg grunted the insults. "That's what you get for running around in those ... things!" He kept grunting and smashing his groin onto her bald pussy. The straw-haired boor let go of her legs and wrested the blonde's supple breasts from her control. Valeriya surrendered her breasts to his authority and wrapped her legs around his hips, and carried on receiving his meat contentedly. Jörg pinched her nipples and kneaded her soft breasts for a while, then clutched her tits hard and didn't let go. He used her breasts for handles to power-fuck her young body. Valeriya held onto his forearms, her fingernails digging into his skin. Her tender breasts were supple enough that the Alfelder had managed to encircle them completely around the base with his large calloused hands. The bottom of her breasts—the part that spilled over through the round gap between his touching forefingers and thumbs—were so taut that Valeriya feared they might burst at any moment. Valeriya held onto his arms for dear life as Jörg pounded all his anger and passion into her. Her pussy was frothing. She would clamp down on his thick shaft in every withdrawing stroke, futilely trying to hold it in, and then raise her haunches to greet the homeward bound stroke. Her pussy was running like a river. Juices flowed down through the crevice between her buttocks, soaking her anus, and streamed down to gather and flood the mattress underneath her ass. "You like that, slut? You got what you wanted, you beautiful cock-tease?" Jörg grunted through clenched teeth. His thrusts had become shorter and more erratic. Valeriya knew he was losing control, but she wanted to squeeze another orgasm out of it. "You always let strangers fuck you when you get drunk?" "Yes!" screamed Valeriya. "I'll let any man fuck me for a mug of ale! I'm a filthy bitch! So fuck me like one!" She uncoiled her legs from around his hips and pushed the Alfelder away. "Uriul, White Son!" The blond Alfelder pulled out of her with an exclamation. "You really are something, little lady." Valeriya turned around and got on her hands and knees. She received a hard smack on her rump as she arched her back and raised her pert ass. This left a red imprint of her lover's hand on her ass. She moaned like a wanton whore and thrust her ass back for more, and duly received a matching impression on the other cheek. Jörg then placed his dick at her opening again and entered her inflamed snatch smoothly. He grabbed her hips with both hands and began his thrusting routine again. "Yes! Fuck that pussy! Wreck my cunt!" Valeriya urged in her sex-crazed shrill voice. His groin was smashing onto her round, jiggly ass well-nigh twice a second, her wetness continuously dribbled down the inside of her thighs. The blonde stunner reached between her legs with her right hand and proceeded to rub her engorged clit. Jörg grabbed her ponytail and yanked hard, pulling back her head and causing her back to arch further. His thrusting had become slow and sporadic. He ground his groin on her taut, but pliant buttocks at the end of every deep, penetrating thrust, trying to burrow as deep inside her as possible. Valeriya clenched onto the rampant meat pole inside her pleasure canal to maximize the sensation and rubbed her swollen pearl furiously. And soon she squealed and shuddered with another mind numbing climax, the strongest of the bunch. And that's what did Jörg in. The sensation of her spasmodic love tunnel on his porksword sent him over the edge. He pulled her hair harder, forcing Valeriya to rise onto her knees, and wrapped his free arm around her waist, trapping her arms in the process. He held her tightly and started to chew on the curve of her neck. Jörg penetrated her deeply one last time and hosed her cozy passage clean with warm, gushing baby-batter. Valeriya massaged the throbbing member resting inside her, showing her appreciation for the wonderful service it provided—until she was released and collapsed facedown upon the mattress and remained there lying, panting heavily. He had worn her out. She hoped the Alfelder wouldn't stick around. She wanted to get some sleep, and didn't really feel like cuddling with an uncouth stranger. Valeriya sensed him moving around, putting on his breeches, and sighed with relief. "Could you sort out the innkeeper for me, Jörg?" she purred. "I really need to sleep." Jörg leaned down and slapped her hard on her lush buttocks. Her ass really was her finest feature—bottom-heavy, rather than bubble-round. The Alfelder roughly fondled her perfectly formed tush for a while, and then spanked her again. Valeriya moaned softly, rubbing her face on the bedspread. "Sure babe," he said, "I'll take care of it. You get some sleep now." Sure you will! Valeriya snorted to herself. Even a homely whore costs more than a room in a regular inn. But she was grateful for the gesture. She really didn't want to go downstairs at that moment, with cum running down the inside of her thighs. And Valeriya really didn't feel like cleaning up right then, she was exhausted. Hopefully the Cincuman was smart enough to bolt when she lured his persecutor away. Valeriya removed her boots and tossed them one by one onto the floor by her bed, then pulled a pillow under her face and made herself more comfortable as her lover-for-the-night closed the door behind him on his way out. The Trials of Valeriya: BiB Ch. 02 WARNING - ADULTS ONLY Please be advised that this is sexually explicit material and is not to be viewed by minors under the age of 18. If you are not of legal age please close this window immediately. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Copyright 2014 by High Smut All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. ***** THE TRIALS OF VALERIYA BACK IN BONDS Chapter 2 (of 15) Valeriya awoke from her sleep but remained lying on her side for a while longer. Between a belly filled with mead and a gratifyingly grueling shagging, the blonde had somehow managed to sleep rather serenely. A good fucking always kept the nightmares away, she had noticed long ago. But now her bladder was full to bursting—Valeriya needed to urinate desperately. But it felt so good lying there motionless on the bed! I wish I was still a babe, she thought idly. That way I could just let go where I slept! But then again, being a child again would've meant that her parents would've still been living. She cursed her chain of thought. The sword-maiden sat up with a groan. Her thighs were glued together with her last night's earnings, and it stung when she spread them apart. Valeriya could tell it was morning from the light streaming through the cracks on the window, but still very early. She opened the window and let the cool morning air pour in. The room didn't have much, but the things she required were there. After relieving herself on the chamber pot, Valeriya poured some water in the washbasin and scrubbed her body clean with a wet washcloth. She redid her hair, donned her weapon and "armor", and went downstairs. She would break her fast and start early on her way to Wahrendahl. Valeriya hoped to cover a great distance before the day heated up. She had managed to save up some coin to buy a couple of spell tomes. It would be nice to see her old teachers again as well. And then the day got a whole lot interesting. What's this fool still doing here? The Cincuman from last night was dining, cavalier as a prince, on a table near the fireplace. The hall was empty except for her, the Cincuman and a maid sweeping the floor. Valeriya rushed to the man. "Are you addled in here, man?" she said irritatedly, touching her temple with a dainty forefinger. "Why have you come back?" The Cincuman looked up from his trencher. "Ah! The fortuitous drunken wench from yesternight!" He had a refined, yet, a bit nasal accent. "Come! Sit! Let me buy you breakfast." The way he talked, and the way he looked at her—despite his diminutive stature, it felt to Valeriya like the man was looking down on her, right beneath his pointy nose. She liked it not. "Watch it little man!" Valeriya chewed her words, clenching her fists. "I saved you from a beating or worse last night. Don't make me amend my error." "Peace, lady! I jest," the Cincuman raised his hands defensively, palms forward, fingers extended. "I meant nothing by it. Please sit." Valeriya pulled out a chair and seated herself. The little one had piqued her interest. "Why have you come back?" she asked. "Why are you in Alfeld in the first place?" The Cincuman raised a hand and signaled the maid, then took another bite of his bread before replying. "I haven't come back," he said. "I spent the night here. Took a room upstairs beside yours. ...You were quite loud." Valeriya felt her cheeks burning. "You are brave Cincuman, I'll give you that." The maid set down a fresh trencher of bread and cheese, and a bowl of stew in front of her. Hmm, I've had worse. She noticed the maid's disapproving look. Women in general disliked her. "So why are you here?" she asked after the maid had retreated. "Well, I suppose I have to tell someone," the Cincuman said after chewing on his bread for a while. "Must beat around some bushes before I find ... what I'm looking for." They ate silently for a while. "I'm looking for a man." Valeriya waited for a while, then inquired, "What sort of man?" The Cincuman looked left and right conspiringly, then lowering his voice, he answered, "The sneaky sort, you know ... quick with a dagger?" Aah... So this explains ... well, not much really. If he's looking for an assassin, he's clearly come to the wrong place, Valeriya pondered. Dolne is the place where you hire assassins, or Stece. And Laski is also friendly towards Cincu, where the Alfelders hate their guts. "So you want someone killed," she broke the uncomfortable silence. "Yes!" the man hissed. "...A terrible monster! He would see thousands of innocent Cincumen dead just so he could have another cubit of land," he added, as if to vindicate his evil purpose. Valeriya was sure it was more complicated than that. "I see," she said. "So why brave Alfeld? You could've hired assassins from Laski easily enough." The Cincuman didn't answer right away. He looked rather perturbed. "It's complicated," he said. I'm sure it is! "Well, thanks for the food," Valeriya said. "And good luck with your pursuit." She started to rise. "Well, wait a second!" the Cincuman almost yelled. He leaned forward, trying to grab her hand. "I trusted you with my secret! Can't you help me? Point me to the right direction?" He calmed down when the brazenly dressed beauty seated herself again. "I told you," said Valeriya. "You are unlikely to find any assassins here. Alfelders are a warlike people. But they have little love for thieves and assassins. They like settling their differences in a more ... face to face manner—though if you have the coin, you can hire warriors aplenty here. "But if you're hell-bent on hiring a sneaky killer, your best bet is to cross the Langenrieth and make your way to Laski. Any innkeeper in Dolne or Stece should be able to hook you up with the assassin's guild." Valeriya wetted her throat with a gulp of mead, then continued, "Or, if you can convince me that the man you want offed so badly really deserve to die, and you make it worth my time, then maybe you need search no longer." "Don't you worry about coin dearie, but I don't think you're the sort of woman I—" He jerked back violently as Valeriya thrust her left hand in front of his face, palm up and fingers curled. Then his eyes lit up and his thin lips curved into a wicked smile. He gleefully eyed the fiery vortex clutched within her fingers. "Oh yes ... yes. You'd do. You'd do nicely." "I'm not doing anything until you satisfy my conditions." Valeriya retrieved her hand, letting the firebolt dissipate. "Conditions...?" The Cincuman looked blankly at her for a moment before grasping her meaning. "Oh yes. As I said, don't worry about the coin. And as for the cause, King Durriken himself will tell you about that." * * * So, Durriken! Valeriya wondered. The marsh-king himself! The Cincuman—Danior, he said his name was—had turned out to be one of Durriken's lackeys. Whatever the little man really was, his hands were proving to be very distracting on her flanks. As Danior didn't have a pony, or even a mule or a donkey, Valeriya had decided to ride double on Norbet for now. But the little man was clearly enjoying himself more than he should. She would give him a clout in the ear if he hadn't already had her hooked so. Danior had hinted that Durriken could be prepared to pay handsomely for her services—perhaps as handsomely as 25 dragons. With this kind of coin I could hire a score of soldiers for a month! No more killing trolls and thieving gnomes for pittance! Valeriya wasn't comfortable with the idea of killing a man in cold blood for coin. But again, she did kill people before, and had accepted coin for it. The least she could do was go to Tanacu and talk to the king. Besides, she could ill afford to turn her back to an amount this large. Valeriya and Danior would first travel northeast to Neeken, then further east to Dinklage and try to take a riverboat to Tanacu, capital of Cincu. If there was no boat, the Cincuman would have to buy his own four legs ... or slog it for the rest of the way. After the first day's ride, they made camp under the open sky. They helped the bread and cheese down with gulps of watered wine, then set their blankets near the fire and went to sleep. After about half an hour, Valeriya noticed the peculiar movement of Danior's elbow. The Cincuman was lying on his side on the other side of the fire, with his back turned towards her ... and spanking his monkey, as they say. Huh. So a day spent feeling her up was too much for him. Tough luck! Valeriya felt no inclination toward giving him a helping hand. The second evening Valeriya and Danior reached Neeken—a small town on the north-eastern part of Alfeld—and spent the night at an inn. After two more days, they reached Dinklage—a bustling port-town farther east by the river Langenrieth. They waited a whole day, but couldn't find a boat that'd take her destrier onboard. Danior begged her to sell off Norbet and take a boat to Tanacu, but Valeriya refused peremptorily. Hence the Cincuman grudgingly paid for the fleet-footed pony Valeriya had picked out for him. And then they took to the road again. That night when they made camp, Danior miraculously produced a bottle of Ilimniri vodka from his pack. A drink from her homeland, Valeriya knew it well—cheap and powerful, strong enough to knock out a horse. The little man's been preparing well, she observed. The 'little man' was obviously trying to get her intoxicated and have his way with her. So, you've decided to take the shorter route, did you? Valeriya thought amusedly. But worry not! I'll give you a fair game... After she'd let the Cincuman sweet talk her into draining half the content of the bottle, Valeriya proposed in her most provocative voice, "Hey Danior, if you can finish off the rest of this bottle, I'll suck your dick." The playful blonde pressed her right breast against the left one with her arm while she proffered him the bottle, causing her cleavage to swell to near spillage. So unexpected and lewd was her suggestion that it caused the little guy to almost jump out of his skin. But he couldn't just tear his eyes away from her breasts. To his credit, the Cincuman gave a good account of himself before toppling over unconscious. During his later stage of drunkenness, Valeriya had allowed him controlled access to her breasts to egg him on. The belle rolled the passed out Cincuman onto his back and pulled down his breeches. Then she fetched her razor from her saddle bags and shaved his bushy pubis bare, taking care not to let her hand slip in her vodka induced dizziness and give him something to really complain about. With a shaved little penis, Danior truly looked like a little boy. His slim 4 inch worm vomited in her hands while Valeriya was handling him, but she forgave him for this particular impudence. Danior didn't try anything funny after that. He would blush and look away every time they made eye contact. Though it was funny at first, Valeriya began to feel a bit sorry for him after a couple of days. She couldn't fault the man for desiring her. Valeriya had disliked him at first because of the way he talked, but though she hadn't suddenly become fond of him, the busty blonde now found him quite tolerable. The day after that night, Valeriya and Danior crossed the border and entered Cincu territory. And two more days later, they reached Letca—the largest Cincu-port on Langenrieth. They had been following the wide, elder river north and east. From Letca, Tanacu is a mere two day's straight ride further northeast—if they hurried up a little, which they did. After the first day, when the daylight was beginning to fade, Valeriya and Danior were looking for a suitable spot to make camp. Valeriya spotted a large hare. She pointed it out to the quiet Cincuman and said playfully, "Hey Danior, if you can knock it down with your sling and cook me dinner, I'll let you fuck me." Although this time she didn't press her tits together. Danior looked at her and blushed again. This is getting ridiculous! But she also noticed the sudden light in his eyes. He had recognized his opportunity. Valeriya knew the marsh-folk were generally good with their slings—one can only eat so much fish; birds and rabbits does add some variation to the table—but that's okay. She wanted him to win. She wanted to make up with him, nearing the end of their journey as they were. But nothing's more humiliating for a man than to be offered pity sex. It would be best if he had the illusion of having earned his right to share her blankets for the night. Besides, that hare did look rather delicious. The Cincuman took long and careful aim. He whirled his sling for so long that Valeriya feared the hare might just get bored and give up on dying for the day. But it didn't. For when Danior finally let the egg-size missile fly, it struck true. The little man quickly ran to his quarry to make sure it was dead. He skinned and gutted it expertly while Valeriya set up camp. That night they dined like kings—figuratively speaking of course. Danior cooked meat well for a marsh-man. Of course, not all Cincuman caught fish for a living. "What is it that you do, Danior?" Valeriya inquired, taking a swig of wine from her skin. "That is, when you aren't looking for assassins to hire." "Oh this and that," he shrugged airily. "Small tasks for the king—until he deems me fit for greater duties." Danior was about 5 feet tall, neither tall nor short for a Cincuman. He had an average build too. He had dark shaggy hair and blue eyes. Valeriya would say he was of her age, give or take a year. Clean shaved, he looked more like a boy than grown man. Valeriya waited in awkward silence for a while. But Danior didn't make a move to collect on her promise. He speaks haughtily, but is a chicken through and through when it comes to handling ladies, she thought. Valeriya got up on her hands and knees and crawled sinuously towards the tense Cincuman, rump raised in the air and swaying left and right invitingly. The alluring blonde rose to her knees in front of him. Reaching behind with her hands, Valeriya unhooked the leather strap across her back and slid the bikini top down the length of her arms, revealing her soft and supple, slightly bottom-heavy breasts to him. She could tell Danior was having trouble breathing. He was leaning back on his pallet of blankets, trembling hands supporting his weight—mouth agape, struck motionless in awe. Valeriya bit her juicy bottom lip and moaned seductively. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, then straddled his hips, sitting over his trapped phallus. Valeriya ground her lush buttocks on his diamond-hard erection, making the man groan with desire. She took his hands and placed them on her fun-bags. The blonde didn't have to encourage Danior further as he began to play with her tits—squeezing, pinching ... feeling their weight in his clammy hands. Valeriya kept stroking his crotch with her ass as he slowly gained confidence and got bolder. He pinched her nipples harder, making her moan with the sharp pleasure. Valeriya got off Danior when she sensed him getting too fidgety, not wanting him to cum without even getting the chance to penetrate her. Valeriya unlaced his breeches and freed his poker. A light stubble had grown on his pubis in the last couple of days, but it still looked rather boyish to her. She leaned down and took his erection in her mouth. A choking sound escaped Danior's throat as the heavenly warmth of Valeriya's mouth surrounded his manhood. He tasted salty and smelled of sweat, nothing unpleasant. The sword-maiden wielded her tongue and lips expertly and slurped on his stiff member for a while, then shifted her position, presenting her ass to him. "Finger my pussy, lover," she urged before resuming her fellating. Danior hooked his fingers around the leather straps and pulled her mail panties down to her knees. He let out a hissing gasp at the sight of her fleshy folds. Valeriya was dripping. He placed his fingers on her swollen nether lips and caressed them, searching for her vagina, eliciting more slurping moans of pleasure from her. Locating it successfully, he pushed two of his digits into her warm slippery hole. Valeriya moaned louder and sucked harder on his smooth uncut cock as he fingered her honey pot. The cock was four inch long and an inch thick. Although Valeriya liked her toys big, she didn't condemn it. Four inches are enough to service a tight, young woman. And she knew just the place to put it. Valeriya spat a thick gob of saliva and pre-cum on her fingers and reaching behind, pushed her wet fingers in the deep crevice between her buttocks. She began messaging her puckered anus, moistening and preparing it for penetration. Danior moaned with shock and desire when he saw a couple of her fingers slip through her anal ring. Valeriya sucked on his pecker enthusiastically for another couple of minutes while loosening up her asshole with two of her slender fingers—pulling away reluctantly only when she judged him too close. Then she turned her face to him and purred, "How'd you like to put it in my ass, Cincuman?" Danior's round eyes almost popped out of their sockets, so profound was his shock. He hurriedly sat up. "Yes please," he answered diminutively, like an obedient little boy. All his haughtiness had long vanished. "Would you like to take me from behind? Like a bitch in heat?" Valeriya purred, swaying her lush rear end in front of his face. Danior nodded vigorously. "Well, go ahead then. Take it, you've earned it." Valeriya wiggled her ass, causing her firm, rounded globes to jiggle gently. Danior got to his feet as quickly as possible and stepped out of his breeches. Valeriya positioned herself more comfortably on his blankets. She spat on her fingers again and applied more lubrication to her anal opening. Then she dropped down on her elbows and arched her back, causing her ass to stick out further in the air. Danior took position behind her and placed his knob-end at her asshole. He pushed in gently and Valeriya felt her sphincter stretch and swallow him smoothly. The Cincuman grabbed her hips and began to thrust himself in and out of her—slowly at first, but gathering speed gradually. Valeriya matched him stroke for stroke. She'd push her ass back and gobble up his erection whole, then grind her heavenly mounds on his belly before tightening her sphincter and rectum around his hardness and pulling back, effectively milking him. Valeriya could tell Danior didn't want to rush things. He wanted to savor her. And she respected that. She was enjoying herself too. He gripped her hips harder, fingernails unintentionally biting into her skin, but that only heightened her pleasure. Valeriya moaned and kept milking his stick. "You like that?" she looked back at him over her shoulder and asked in her huskily melodious voice. "Like my ass?" The Cincuman nodded heartily. He was sweating profusely. "Ever put it in a girl's fanny before?" she cooed. Danior shook his head. His eyes were glued to the spot where his manhood kept disappearing inside the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. "I always wanted to. But not one would let me." He bit his lips in concentration, not wanting to ejaculate too soon and shame himself.