Warden x Nobushi Smutfic

	The Warden had been called by messenger to the tower, supposedly for a debriefing. It'd been a few days since the excursion, so surely, the commander would've already learned of the battle. All the same, it was a soldiers' duty to report to the commander when requested. He strode up to the old, oaken door, pausing only to lay his large bastard sword against the wall. He pushed forward, slowly tossing the door open, when he was greeted by a dark room, and the ever familiar scent of cherry blossoms.

	"You really must stop this; sooner or later someone else will get the message and think you an assassin lying in wait," he chided playfully, his eyes searching the room for his secret lover. There, by the hallways' faint torchlight, he spotted her mask. Below it, the contour of her lithe frame was softly illuminated.
	"Then I'll have quite the story for you when you finally arrive," she responded quietly, softly ambling across the room towards him. With each step, the balls of her feet pushed off the ground, making her seem to float.
	"Shall I light a sconce?" Warden asked, while his eyes were fixated on her slight hips.
	"For tonight, I think I'd prefer going without," she said, just as she stopped in front of the bed, beckoning him over to her.

	Warden quickly kicked the door shut with his heel, continuing forward as he jogged over to her. As he arrived by her side, she leaned forward, agile hands undoing the various latches and ties of light raiment. His musk was that of the woods, an earthy, thick scent; she breathed deeply and snuck a deft hand down towards his breeches, teasing his sizable package. He let out a low grunt at her touch, using one muscled arm to wrap around the small of her back; the other, then, used to remove her mask. Beneath, in contrast to the rougher, less soft skin of her palms, was a soft, caring visage, one which bore such a tiny button nose, and beautiful flushed cheeks. Above those cheeks sat her vivid green eyes, which danced about in the fading darkness, taking note of the situation. Yet, it was not her eyes that drew his gaze, but instead her lips: full, delicate, and scarlet.

	After he lightly tossed her mask to the floor, his arm snaked down, the hairs tickling her skin as he grabbed around her rear. He then lifted her up and pulled her closer, her lips giving a barely audible gasp as she was carried to the bed. As he rounded the side, Warden tossed Nobushi onto the bed, her plump, yet firm bottom bouncing as she landed among the many furs and linens used to keep warm during the colder months. He followed her quickly, his large frame towering over her as he pressed down on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. Her hands ran the length of his muscled sides, feeling the heat from his body; admiring the job years of fighting had done on his form. Her finger traced a large scar along his lower rib, to which he chuckled.

	"That one is from my duel with your Orochi. He was a skilled blade, for sure."
	"Oh?" she worded, poking fun at him, "and to think I fell for you, who I thought the greatest of the land. Did you lose on purpose?" Instead of a response, he instead lowered himself to her midriff, allowing his tongue to trace circles around her navel. She tried in vain to silence her light sighs. He knew her body better than anyone, and she was a slave to her own whims. She was glad that, through years of passivity, her body had grown to be far softer and slightly plumper; as the muscles she had once trained to perfection had given way to a more feminine of forms. His tongue found its way higher along her body, and as it did he traced small shapes about, his ears rewarded with the ever welcome gasps that came. As he went about his torturous game, her thighs rubbed together, a natural response to the constant growing heat from her privates. Though it was slight, she could feel her lower lips puff up ever so slightly, as small beads of moisture slowly formed along their edges.

	Finally, after a few minutes of his tummy teasing, his mouth had arrived to its intended destination. She grabbed at the bear furs to her sides as he slowly nipped at her perky nipples, which had long been erect from his timely foreplay. While his mouth was busy with her left areola, his right hand found purchase of her right breast, not wanting it to feel lonely. With deft fingers, he gave an ever so slight twist to it, giving her the pain that gave way to pleasure she so desired.
	"mmmph," she cried quietly, as her back arched in response. She slowly parted her legs, intertwining her left with his right. With each breath, her leg tightened and pulled towards her center his leg, as her hands had since found purchase on his back. She couldn't help but release her timid cries from her lips, as he masterfully played with her breasts.

	Suddenly, Nobushi pivoted, rolling Warden onto his back, a sudden reversal of fortunes. He was about to say something when she quickly stuck a finger over his lips.
	"No words, it's my turn to make you feel good," she said as she hushed him, her head retreating towards his nethers. Her hands found his waist, her head, something else. Nobushi drew her tongue point across the tip of his cock. She was immediately awarded by his rear tensing up; much to her pleasure, she continued her revenge. Down the frenulum her tongue snaked; with each curve his meat grew ever harder, pulsing slightly as it engorged itself. Her small hand wrapped half-way around his cock, holding it in place as her tongue ran the length of his shaft's underside. Upon reaching his testicles, she used her other hand to lift one slightly into her mouth, to which she softly sucked it in. For Warden, this caused him to shift his legs slightly; a tiny bit of pain and pressure came with her newest taunt. She quickly released the first ball and switched to the second, repeating the process, before she reversed her original path, and traced her way back along his shaft. The heat from his cock excited her, as did the slightly labored pattern of Wardens' breathing as it grew heavier.

	She wrapped her hand along the base of his shaft as she reached the top of his cock; now, she slowly parted her lips as she drew his dick into her mouth; her tongue all the while teasing his shaft as she engulfed the head. She took great care to stop her teeth from scratching his dick, instead allowing her wet lips to brush along as she slowly worked her magic. For about a minute she worked her way up and down Warden's dick, during this, he grabbed at the back of her head, his hands lost among the silky black hair. Suddenly, he gasped a bit louder, pulling her head towards him; with this, she straightened her throat as the head of his dick went even further into her. As she deep-throated him, occasionally forcing his length back a bit for breath, she felt his body tense up even more.

	Finally, it pulsed; growing even hotter in her throat as he let loose his thick, potent load. She gagged slightly at the quantity as it filled her esophagus, her head pulling back to allow the majority of the cum pool in her mouth and line her throat. As he sighed and his cock twitched, letting out small spurts, she smiled and slowly removed his cock from her mouth, giving the tip a small, playful kiss as she finished milking him of his seed. Her tongue swirled the plentiful cum about in her mouth as she savored his taste; her lips coated in it as well. The musky, pungent scent filled her nostrils; her reward for a skillful job. Had it not been so dark, Warden might have been able to see her look up at him, smiling as her tongue stuck out, his seed slowly dripping from its pink tip.


To be Continued soonish™ with his response oral.