Chapter 433: How Good Can You Handle My Sword?

Luca looked down at himself. Then up at her.

A look of profound realization spread across his face.

Because she was right! Even sitting, front legs folded, hindquarters settled on the ground, Sigrid’s torso still carried her head a full head above his waist, and there was a considerable gap between her lips and where he was standing.

She couldn’t kneel; her body didn’t work that way. And she certainly couldn’t fold herself in half like an elf.

"...Huh." He scratched the back of his head. "That’s, uh. That’s a new one. I don’t usually have this problem."

The words were out before he could think about them, and the moment they registered, he knew he’d made a mistake.

"I’m sorry." She said quietly. "I didn’t mean to make things difficult by being...like this. I’ve always been tall, you see. Even as a child my mother used to say I would grow up to be the largest centaur in the village, and it seems she was right."

She tried to smile, but it came out wrong. "I suppose being this size has its disadvantages."

"Hey, no." Luca’s voice was sharp. "I want none of that self-deprecating nonsense."

She looked up, startled.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with your height." He said, and the certainty in his words was like bedrock. "Do you understand me? I adore your height. I love that I have to look up to you, even when you’re sitting down. I love that you tower over everyone else in the room. I love that when you look down at me, I feel a shiver go through my spine because I’m being regarded by someone who could crush me without even trying."

"You...you like that?"

"I love that!" He stepped closer, and his hand found her cheek again. "You are magnificent, Sigrid. Every single thing about you is magnificent. And I don’t want to hear you say a single negative word about yourself ever again. Is that clear?"

Her chest tightened.

’That’s the second time.’ She thought, stunned. ’Twice now. He won’t even give me a chance to feel bad about myself. The moment the thought starts forming, he puts it out like a candle.’

She looked away, because if she kept looking at him she was genuinely worried she might start crying, and that was absurd, and she was a commander, and commanders did not cry over compliments.

Instead she busied herself with staring at the grass and stubbornly not thinking about how warm her face was.

Which gave Luca all the time he needed to look around.

And then he found it.

"Ah! There we go." He grabbed her hand and tugged. "Come on, Sigrid. Over here?"

"H-Huh? Where?"

"Right here."

He hopped up onto a flat boulder that jutted out of the hillside and turned to face her.

His cock now stood level with her mouth.

"See?" Luca said, far too pleased with himself. "Now we’re the same height. You don’t have to crane your neck. I don’t have to do handstands. It’s the perfect position for centaur blowjobs!"

Sigrid looked at the cock before her, then up at Luca’s grinning face, then back at the cock.

He was right. It was perfect!

The smell was also stronger now. Close enough that she could taste that musky, masculine scent that made her head feel light and her thoughts feel slow. It filled her nose, her lungs, her entire being until there was nothing in the world but him.

"Go on, Sigrid."

Luca’s voice was low, almost coaxing.

"Don’t keep me waiting any longer. Show me if your skills with long objects only apply to swords...or if they apply to my cock as well."

Sigrid took a deep breath.

There was no backing out now. She was a commander. And commanders did not retreat from challenges!

Finally, with the resolve of a warrior preparing for battle, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and she immediately discovered that her worst fears were not remotely exaggerated.

She couldn’t even close her hand all the way!

The thickness of him exceeded her grip, leaving a gap between her fingertips and her palm that no amount of squeezing could close.

And the heat—dear gods, the heat! It radiated from him like a small sun, warming her palm and making her wonder what it would feel like against other parts of her body.

She squeezed, testing the firmness.

He was like iron wrapped in silk. Rigid underneath, but yielding just slightly when she pressed, the flesh giving and then springing back like something alive.

She could feel his pulse, too, a steady, rhythmic thrumming that matched the beat of her own racing heart.

Slowly, hesitantly, she began to move her hand.

Up...

Down...

A slow stroke that was more experiment than technique.

Luca’s breath caught. Her ears picked up the sound, and something stirred deep within her.

A sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment. She had done that. She had affected him!

The knowledge emboldened her, and her next stroke was firmer, more confident.

Then, before she could lose her nerve, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of him.

"Lick!♡~"

His taste exploded across her senses!

It was nothing like she had expected. She had thought it would be something like skin—familiar, mundane.

But this was different!

There was salt, yes, but underneath it was something richer, something that made her think of earth and spice and lightning storms.

And underneath that was a flavor that was uniquely, unmistakably Luca, a taste she couldn’t describe but would never forget.

She licked him again, more slowly this time. Her tongue traced the veins along his shaft, following each ridge and curve.

"Nnn!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ahh! ♡~"

She explored the crown of his head, swirling around it, probing at the small opening at the tip until a bead of something slick and slightly sweet emerged.

And with each passing moment, the warmth in her belly grew.

’Is this normal?’ She wondered. ’Is it normal to feel this way while doing this?’

She didn’t know. She had never done anything like this before. But she found that she didn’t particularly care about normalcy right now.

Luca’s hand found the back of her head, gently guiding her.

"Damn Sigrid. You’re really quite good at this for someone who’s never done it before."

’Never done it before.’ The words echoed in Sigrid’s mind.

And that was true, wasn’t it? She was an unblooded knight in this particular battlefield. She had never done anything like this with anyone.

But something about that knowledge spurred her on.

She wanted to prove herself. Wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel when he touched her breasts.

Her strokes became firmer.

"Ahh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~"

Her licking faster.

"Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mmmph! ♡~"

She began to work her hand in tandem with her mouth, moving in rhythm with the pulse she could feel beating against her palm.

Luca’s fingers tightened in her hair, and the pressure sent a shiver down her spine.

"Sigrid." He breathed. "Sigrid, that’s...that’s enough teasing. Please. Take it into your mouth."

Another surge of courage rose up in her. She tilted her head, pressed her lips to the head of his cock, and took him into her mouth.

The first inch stretched her jaw immediately.

Gods!

It was enormous. Hot and thick against her tongue that seemed unusually small, and her mouth filled so quickly that she had to stop.

’How am I supposed to take more of this?’

She pushed forward anyway, working her lips down another inch, then another, and the further she went, the more she felt it—the weight of him, the sheer bulk shifting against her tongue, the delicious ache spreading through her jaw.

Every part of him felt different: the head blunt and broad, the shaft hardening as she took it, a thick ridge of vein along the underside that her tongue kept finding and tracing without her meaning to.

"Fuck, Sigrid...your mouth..."

His hips bucked slightly, pushing himself deeper, and she had to fight back a gag reflex as his tip brushed the back of her throat.

"Haaah! S-Sir Luca...I...Haaah!" She pulled back, gasping, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Too much?" Luca asked, his voice rough with concern.

"No." She said, surprised by the hoarseness in her own voice. "Just...give me a moment."

She looked at his cock again—red and straining, slick with her spit, twitching with need. It was still intimidating, still impossibly large.

But she found herself wanting to prove that she could do this and that she was worthy of being his rider in every possible way.

She leaned forward again and took him back into her mouth.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

This time, she was more assertive. She relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose, and took him deeper.

His tip pressed against the entrance to her throat, and she held it there for a moment, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against her tongue.

Then she began to move in earnest.

"Mmph!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his length with increasing speed. She used her hand to stroke the base of his shaft where her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting slightly as she went.

Luca’s groans grew louder, more desperate.

"Yes...Yes...just like that..."

His hips began to move, matching her rhythm, thrusting gently into her mouth. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat with each stroke, and the sensation was strange, a feeling of being completely and utterly filled.

The smell of him surrounded her, the taste of him filled her, the sound of his pleasure echoed in her ears. Her own body was responding, her inner muscles clenching with a need she couldn’t satisfy, her nipples hardening against the night air.

She looked up at him and saw that his head was thrown back with his entire body tensed with pleasure.

The sight of him completely undone by her mouth sent a thrill of pride through her.

’I’m doing this.’ She thought. ’I’m making him feel this way!’

She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, her tongue working his shaft with frantic determination.

Luca’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling slightly.

"Sigrid...I’m close..."

She didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. She wanted to see him come undone.

"Fuck—!"

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

His hips jerked, and suddenly his cock was pulsing in her mouth, hot liquid flooding her tongue. She swallowed instinctively, then again, struggling to keep up as he emptied himself into her.

The taste was strong, salty and bitter and undeniably him. It filled her mouth, coated her tongue, slid down her throat.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

She swallowed until there was nothing left and pulled back slowly, gasping for air, a thin strand of saliva and seed still connecting her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock.

It stretched, translucent in the moonlight, before finally snapping and falling away.