The Princess of Isaach
It’s been a long and arduous day, and you find it difficult to sleep. Roaming the halls you conclude you need a breather and step outside. As the full moon lazily rises, you recline on a bench outside of the castle, a welcome breath of fresh air filling your lungs. Glancing up, you can see a milky arm of stars stretch across the night sky. It’s peaceful - a lull that seems almost out of place in the endless marathon of conflict you partake in day after day. Suddenly, a voice breaks the silence.
“Summoner?” off guard, your head jerks around. The voice leads to non other than Ayra, a exemplar swordswoman within your ranks. “What are you doing up so late?” she inquires. Truly a terrifying woman, you could scarcely make out her figure in the dead of night, let alone hear her muted footsteps. She must have been fresh out of the bath as the scent of rosemary tickles your nose. Perfectly understandable, she seems to be more of the nocturnal type herself. You confide in her the difficulties you’ve had with sleep, and the piling stress this world’s been hampering you with. After a moment of contemplation, Ayra offers you her company. “It’s no good for you to carry the burden of leadership yourself, I’ve seen enough of the repercussions war and politics can have on men in my own world, it would hurt to see the same happen to you.”
...So she says, but it seems the young warrior’s not much for conversation. Since taking a seat beside you, Ayra hasn’t spoken a single word. Glancing to your side, you silently admire her slim and fit figure. Naturally, Ayra’s always been acutely active within battles, and all the better for how fearsomely powerful she is. Though, without her armor you can admire the wrinkles of her thin sweater wreathing around her curves, her slender crossed legs swaying side to side. This time, the one to break the silence is you. Sparing her and yourself the awkward silence, you get up and tell Ayra you’ll return to your chambers. Opening her mouth, it seems as if she wants to say something. In the end, however, she doesn’t seem to be able to get the words out. No matter, if it’s something important, you’ll be sure to give time for her tomorrow.
Sitting at your bedside, you begin to undress starting with the shirt, you glance out the window and see the moon past it’s apex. Frustrated that you’ve lost out on so much sleep, you resolve to get a full night’s shut-eye from now. At least, that would have been the case, had you not recieved a knock on your door before removing your trousers. You impatiently stomp towards the entrance, opening to see a familiar myrmidon standing in the doorway, arms tightly supporting her only clothing - a single wet towel.
You can only imagine your face hurriedly swapping from one of aggravation to one of astonishment; especially considering Ayra is now standing in front of you with nothing but a towel on. A moment of scrutiny has you wondering if you’ve already fallen asleep and this was some pent up lust-induced fever dream, though before you can pinch yourself to verify, the exposed girl hastily lets herself in. Slamming the door behind her, Ayra bites her lip and looks up at you, face flushed completely red.
“W-well?” she stammers. You do your best to avoid eye contact out of sheer embarrassment, eyes darting across the room in desperate hopes for some type of explanation. “Y-you’ve been having trouble sleeping… I thought maybe you w-were just lonely. It’s not like something like this… it’s not like it’s uncommon either… especially in my world...” you stand, mouth gaping open at her consideration. “It’d be terrible, if you were to collapse or something… I-I don’t know, say something already!” Her hand tightly clasped around the edges of her towel, now quivering in sheer humiliation. “It was hard enough walking over here without anyone seeing me like… this.”
Doing your best to collect your thoughts, you reflect on the ridiculous woman presenting herself in front of you. The last thing you’d want is Ayra forcing herself to do this held over your head, though rejecting her when she’d come this far might be an even worse option - the humiliation she’d suffer may be too much for her to handle. Thusly, only one option lays before you. Turning towards her with a renewed confidence, you escort Ayra to your bed. Through her ineligible stammering her you peel her towel off her sweaty skin, and examine her fair and glistening body. She instinctively crosses her arms around her considerable bust, but with a little coercion, you finally get her to expose her bare chest. The gorgeous lass on display before you is a far cry from the horror of the battlefield you see day after day. Climbing on top of her, you push your face closer to hers, connecting your lips. Tongues entwining, you lovingly exchange saliva. “Mmf… nng…”

It’s almost too much to bear.

The scent of her shampoo, her sticky skin clinging to yours, her teary eyes sparkling in the dead of night. Unlinking your mouths, Ayra pants heavily, eyes unfocusing, looking up at the ceiling. “That was… haah… intense…” It seems the all the heated emotions she’s been bearing are finally getting to her. Putting your hand on her scalp, you gesture towards your pants, a considerable bulge twitching within them. Your penis hardened the moment you saw Ayra’s seductive curves from beneath her towel, but the recent exchange of passions tipped you over the edge. Ayra, bewildered, nods and crawls towards your crotch, clumsily pulling your trousers down, freeing the monster beneath. A cock slings out and slaps her in the face, tall and proud. A short, cute cry sneaking out from beneath her breath. “I can do this… I-it’s… not that bad… Gods, why is it so big…?”
Taking your length in both hands she lovingly nuzzles her cheeks against it before putting her tongue against it. Suckling on the tip, she prepares to wrap her mouth around it. “You better tell me when you’re about to cum,” she says, staring directly into your eyes. Momentarily, you see a glimpse of the fearsome warrior of the battlefield, and take a large gulp. Slowly, Ayra begins to slide her mouth down your shaft, gagging and sputtering the closer she gets to the base. The warmth of her mouth, quickened breaths coming out of her nostrils onto your penis, her amateur tongue whipping back and forth along the bottom of it, the sensation is divine - not to mention an indescribable satisfaction knowing that the admired swordswoman of the Order of Heroes herself is choking on your cock. Picking up the pace, Ayra increases the suction on your length, “Schlurp… mmf… mm…” her greedy, noisy slurping sends shocks down your spine. Is she really getting so good so fast…?! Getting closer and closer to climax you begin pumping against her oral service, slamming your hips into her mouth, cock forced to the back of her throat every time.
To quicken the pace, you grab the back of her head and continue pumping into her mouth with more force than before, Ayra groaning at the rough treatment. Moan after smothered moan you continue brutally fucking her delicate little face, glimmering tears sliding down her cheeks. As pressure builds up within your loins, you exclaim that you’re close and clutch handfuls of silky black hair, forcing her all the way to the base and releasing a full backed-up load down her throat.
“M-mmph?! Hnnn!!! Mmmm!!!” eyes rolling up, you hear the sound of rapid gulps as Ayra chugs your semen, choking every last drop down her throat. With a long slurp and a echoing ‘pop’, the swordswoman finally frees her mouth of your shaft, all of your baby batter fully consumed, covering her mouth as she coughs and gags for air. “Honestly… y-you’re really… so insensitive...” she scowls, but not without a certain amount of reluctant tolerance. Dominating this fearsome warrior was a feeling like no other, and you intend to go all the way. Ignoring her requests for a time-out, you force yourself over her slim and fit body rubbing the tip of your penis, slick with saliva and cum, against her glistening, wet vagina. “I don’t know… what happens if I get pregnant in this world… if you knock me up, you better take responsibility.”
It seems her oral service has had her considerably lubricated. Rearing back, she clenches her teeth in anticipation, and without hesitation, you force your enormous member to the depths of her pussy in one thrust, the walls of her pussy rapidly quivering out of sheer ecstasy. “HYEEAUUGHH!!!” she squeals, clearly unprepared for the sensation. The penetration was surprisingly smooth, her wet, slavering crotch accepted your cock as if it’d been waiting centuries.
Breathing heavily, Ayra clutches the sheets tightly, “Ah, ah, ah, oooh, please… don’t worry about me… summoner, I’m simply h-here to pleasure you right now… so please, use me more… hauuh…” acknowledging her request, and making sure you don’t betray her price, you grab her waist with both hands and begin pumping rhythmically, her full and ripe ass slapping against your pelvis every time your cock kisses her uterus.
Increasing the pace, you give her full long thrusts until the bedsheets are sodden with her juices and globs of precum. With her back arching upwards, her full and ripe breasts bounce up and down as you continue to thrust into her. The walls of her vagina clasp tighter out of pleasure, clutching your dick in a powerful vice grip. Twisting her around on all fours, you take hold of her considerable behind, and begin thrusting even harder. “No, ah, AH, AH, AAAUUGHH! C-CUM, LET’S CUM TOGETHER, PLEASE - AAAAHH!!”
Intending to fulfil her wish, you roar, Shoving your cock into the depths of her pussy and sinking your fingers into her sides, you splatter Ayra’s womb in potent semen, relentlessly pumping her to the brim with your spunk. Her tongue sticking out, wildly whipping around, Ayra spasms in pure pleasure, fervently accepting every last drop of your cum. With the both of you a sweating, smelly mess, you take another glance out the window. Seeing the first crack of dawn, you silently slap your cheeks, cock still mounted in the young girl’s crotch. Pulling out slowly, Ayra lazily turns her gaze to meet yours.
“That was… amazing. Don’t hesitate to call for me… whenever you need… okay…?” she gives you an unusually girlish wink as her eyelids fall down, passing out in the afterglow. You slowly pull the sheets over her as she drifts to sleep, and as much as you’d love nothing more but to cuddle in bed with her, the sun’s already gone up… It’s time for roll call.

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	“Summoner, where’s Ayra? I haven’t seen her all morning… she’s usually the first to wake up.”

	That day of work and battles was carried out without her. That’s fine though, she’s put in more than her fair share of work - and despite having a sleepless night, you haven’t felt this refreshed in a long time.