Meet Your Idols

"Meet Your Idols"
Content: m/f, oral, cumplay, borderline shota, Erune boy lewdness

*Sir Vix puts kisses at the back of this good boy's neck.

*Derek Saint makes a very pleased sound, clapping his hands over his mouth mere moments after she's done, eyes wide as dinner plates.

*Sir Vix purred a little bit, seeing him shiver. She was feeling... a little predatory, leaning in next to kiss his ear. "Feeling like serving a knight today, dear?"

*Derek Saint flicked his ear, a natural reaction, stimulus on the sensitive animal appendage enough to make him shiver so hard that Vix feels it. He swallows, audibly, gulping, legs coming together, Derek suddenly feeling uncomfortably constrained by his trousers. Still, he answers, like a proper man ought to do when asked a question. A nod, at first, before he tries to speak. "Y-yes, ma'am." He manages, voice breaking slightly, which only deepened his already abundant embarrassment at being so laden with affection by his idol!

*Sir Vix would turn Derek around, and start backing him up against a wall, until he was pinned against it and the knight could loom above him. She was so tall, so strong, and- Before his train of thought could continue, she took him by the chin and brought a hard, illicit kiss right onto his lips, hungrily making out with the boy. Knighthood kept her pent up, chaste, every now and then she /needed/ a stud to get her through.

*Derek Saint hadn't been sure what to expect, but his eyes went dinner plate wide when he suddenly had the warm, surprisingly soft, yet undeniably hungry lips of his idol, his personal heroine, Lady Katheryn Vix mashed against his. He already stood a solid four inches shorter than her, and so when her hunger took her, she seemed to dwarf him. Fortunately, Derek was an adept learner, and she found her winsome male ward, her surprisingly studly Squire, pressing back, opening himself up as he held to her waist for some kind of solidity, the tightness of his trousers already giving away his adorably honest teenage lust as the improper behavior persisted, neither wanting to stop.

*Sir Vix wore not the armor that was her calling card, but finery meant for the pause of courtly life, a dressy shirt and rather tight riding pants, through which the plush and tone of her hips, even her ass, could so easily be squeezed and felt. The surprising heft of her matronly chest was up against him, reminding him she may have been a hero, but she was first and foremost a woman to him. A wanton one at that, for he'd feel his belt start to undo, and a strong hand giving his hidden shaft a single pump, grinding her palm against his most sensitive organ.

*Derek Saint didn't bother trying to muffle the moan, no, she heard, felt, hell, tasted the desire of the teenaged Erune the moment she squeezed his shaft. He was an ample sort, still growing into his body, but he'd be quite the catch in just a few short years. For now, though, she had his bright eyed innocence to take, to claim him. Hands wandered, unable to help the lust she'd stoked from slow embers to roaring flame in mere moments, one hand upon her ass, squeezing, tighter and tighter as if he'd forget her figure when he let go, the other cupping her matronly mammaries, fondling through her shirt while she had her hand down his undone trousers, squeezing his shaft, grinding on him, making his tender tip drool the salty essence of his arousal for her...

*Sir Vix had to deal with two competing desires, one for his cock that her lust-addled mind was unable to stop imagining, and another for those eager adventurous hands making her hips shake and rub back against him. Letting herself be this kind of harlot was an intoxicating experience, a rare one but one she'd never let go to waste. A decision was soon made. "Nrng, sit still~" Like that, she slipped down, getting down onto her knees and tugging his pants enough to free that boyish meat, letting it slap right onto her face.

*Derek Saint gulped again, an audible swallow mere moments before the shuffle of cloth and shift in position gifted him a sight he never even dreamed he'd see. Sir Vix on her knees, his modest, yet respectably thick, and notably uncut length laid upon her face. Like any teenage boy, he smelled of sweat and work and young lust, and even at full length, he wasn't yet fully 'unsheathed' from his foreskin, Derek biting his lower lip. "A-ah, Lady Vix... This... This ain't proper... But... But you want it, right?"

*Sir Vix looked up into Derek's eyes, although only with one of her own, her right eye was totally covered as she caressed his dripping boyhood with her face. Her cheek must have felt so soft, and now and then, she'd kiss at the underside just to feel him twitch. "I do... I want to train you, make you a hero too, but you need to help me. I have needs to sate..." There was a grin, as she brought up a hand, cupping his sack and giving a gentle knead. "I need a lover, young Saint~"

*Derek Saint indeed twitched with every fleeting peck, his cute, stiff prick soon drooling a thick dollop of his essence laden pre-cream on Vix's luxuriously soft skin, Derek murmuring an apology even as she worked him, teasing the teenage boy to madness. Ears laid flat, cheeks red, eyes nearly screwed shut as every little touch was heaven. "I... I'll do it..." He finally managed, breath hitching, heart pounding away  head, is chest. It wasn't reticence in his voice, either, no, he was holding back, he hadn't been touched like this before... At least, not so boldly. "F-for now... Till ya find better." Even when he drowned in a sea of lust, he was humble... He'd make a fine knight one day, but for now, he was a fine stud for the lewd, lovely lady.

*Sir Vix would curl her lips into a vicious grin, wolfish in fact, hearing his little excuses. She'd dash them in a single word. "Always." At that, she'd pull back, and all at once bring Derek's cock right to her lips. She'd lick openly at that dribbling slit at the very end, then duck forward and let the whole crown past so she could suckle, slurp under his foreskin and worship this young lad as if he was a husband. This was wrong, in so many ways, but she had a conviction and confidence that matched her will in battle. Could he deny her?

*Derek Saint was, for several long moments, unable to even think. She licked him first, and he tasted STRONG. Even in the comparatively mild flavor of his boyish essence, he still stuck to her tastebuds and drowned her in the salty, yet still full, faintly sweet flavor of his boyish desire. Then came the cincher, her lips sinking down over his head, pushing back his foreskin with her mouth. "Nnnnnnnnf~" Mewled the sweet boy, his hips pushing forward, wanting more of the divine sensation of her warm breath, firm tongue, and wet saliva, Derek panting hotly, unable to even find words once he'd regained his footing.

*Sir Vix wanted to please Derek, taste him and make him hooked on her body so that even when another girl went by he'd be thinking about her, comparing them to her. The knight was thinking such obscene things about grooming him into a perfect knight, or a perfect husband. Kathryn Saint? She was getting shivers thinking about the name already, and she was still only just blowing the boy, pressing her head in as inch after inch would soon feel the tight loving grip of her throat. Her saliva was so much it'd drip down his shaft, trickle warm over his balls and further down, the proud heroine drooling for him~

*Derek Saint scarcely had any idea what utterly impure, yet delightful thoughts raced through the mind of the maiden on her knees, of the mature Mistress whose mouth felt like heaven for him. Saliva, thick and heavy, trailing down his gradually vanishing shaft, coating an already swollen and plainly aching sack had Derek fighting just to hold back. He dared not lose control so soon, but he needed something to hold onto, to focus on besides the peaking pleasure making his poor prick pulse. Hands that once held firm hips and buxom breasts now found themselves sliding into Katheryn's dark hair, Derek panting, moaning, her name spilling forth like a prayer from his lips. "K-Katheryn... Lady Vix~!" He babbled, a particularly potent SPLURT of premature release warning her that he may have been eager, but she had the experience to break him, and that if she wanted to draw out his first blowjob from a Knight, she'd need to pace herself... And him.

*Sir Vix might have had the temptation to draw this blowjob out, but she didn't want to put the boy through so much torment so soon. She wanted to see how he'd react now, to all that she had, see just how he'd buck and whine and how much cum she could get from him in one go. Kathryn even bet if she overwhelms him, he'll have trouble sleeping that night, thinking about how her mouth felt and leaving him hard for hours. Just her mouth? She was already debating if he was ready to try at the main course. Both her arms went to hugging around Derek's waist, and she managed to get right down to the base, her tongue able to swirl and lap ever so slightly at his plump orbs before returning to a hard, needy throatfucking right against the wall. The look in her eyes as she stared up, she was begging to him, pleading for just a sample of his undoubtedly potent seed.

*Derek Saint hardly had to thrust, though it didn't stop him from humping away, caving in to the natural urge that came with every boy being pleased. Hips thrust as much as he could manage, Derek's panting, staccato breathing burning stamina faster than he could recuperate with every moment Vix had swallowed him whole, and soon enough, she got what she wanted. His whole body tensed, a spring coiled mere moments before explosively expending its energy. In Derek's case, it was thick, gooey spurts that came pulsing forth, the firmly seated prick letting loose a load so long pent up that it must have seemed unhealthy! Why, this close, she downright HEARD the sloshing churning of his balls and the overpacked GLRCH of cum racing up the vein of his meaty girth. He was every bit as potent as she'd imagined, and then some, his flavor drowning out all other tastes that had lingered as Derek held the lovely Lady Vix against his groin, panting, doubled over with fingers tangled in her dark locks, working himself until it hurt, just to keep the pleasure up... And to think, she'd scarcely been working him for a full minute before this had happened! He truly was a prime choice to be groomed into nobility~

*Sir Vix was his mentor, soon to be his teacher, and she was his idol, but here? She was a whore for him. She thought herself little else, mind muddled with pent up, submissive needs that her great and powerful body so little got to feel. Kathryn, she wanted to be a lover to Derek, more than that she wanted to be a bride, or maybe just a sex buddy that he'd get off into, gods she could hardly decide which was more delicious to her. It was his cum that was the most succulent to her. She'd draw her head back until only his head was laying in her mouth, opening her lips and laying out her tongue, making sure that it wouldn't just go down her throat but fill up her mouth, dribble down her chin and let her /taste/ him. It was sloppy, but she began to suckle and lap at his crown as he still came, staining the knight's face with his mark. As soon as he was done, she'd continue to just stroke his cock with her hand to get the last drips in her open and waiting mouth, letting him see all the white laying on her tongue in a pool...

GULP

Right before his eyes, she swallowed it down, without a hint of hesitation. The look in her eyes, it was like she wanted him to be proud of her~

*Derek Saint had nowhere else to look, even if he wanted to. She took him, every inch, every moment, and every last drop. She swallowed him when he was hilted, and showed off the pearlescent puddle of teenage lust that he'd deposited on her tongue, and even then still stroked him, ensuring she smelled like him, tasted only him, and was marked by him. Derek panted when she pumped him, oversensitivity setting in, his cock pulsing and drooling and refusing to soften, especially as she swallowed him. Happiness laid bare upon his face, Derek unsure of what came next, but wanting more. Wanting it all... His gray-green eyes locked upon those of his hero turned whore turned semen swallowing sweetheart. "I... Nnnf... Nnnnf... K-katheryn... I want more... Please let me have more..."