Chapter 32. Take A Little Break Before She’s Choking With My Meat Sword.

Chapter 32: 32. Take A Little Break Before She’s Choking With My Meat Sword.

The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, but the violent storm had passed, leaving behind a heavy, charged silence broken only by our ragged breathing.

I shifted my weight, sitting back on my haunches on the edge of the mattress to give her some space. My cock slowly began to subside from its angry erection, still glistening and twitching slightly from the aftershocks of release.

I reached for a cloth from the nightstand, intending to wipe the mess from her skin, but I stopped mid-motion.

I looked down at her at the way her blue hair was plastered to her damp forehead, at the way her breasts glistened like polished marble under the coating of my seed, and at the dazed, beautiful expression in her eyes.

She looked like a fallen angel, sanctified by pleasure... the best thing I’ve ever witnessed from Laura.

"Wait," I said softly, my voice losing its predatory edge and softening into something unexpectedly tender. "Don’t waste it."

Laura blinked up at me, a droplet of cum sliding down her temple. "What do you mean...?"

I leaned forward, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Every drop of this... it’s a part of us, Laura."

"Don’t let it go to waste... Clean it up by using your tongue." I smiled. "Taste what we made together."

A flush that had nothing to do with arousal crept up her neck. "Roland..."

"Hahhhh... you’re impossible." But there was no real protest in her voice.

Her pupils were still blown wide, her body still humming from the intensity of what we’d just done.

Slowly, almost reverently, she sat up.

Her movements were languid, feline. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to the valley between her breasts where the liquid had pooled.

I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue emerged pink and wet and began to lap at her own skin.

Slurp... Mmmph...

"There you go," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs for an entirely different reason now. "Good girl."

She worked her way upward, her tongue tracing the path of the white streaks across her collarbone, then moving to her cheeks, cleaning herself with a focused, almost ritualistic intensity.

The wet sounds, schlick, schlick, were intimate, more private than anything we’d done before. When she finally finished, she licked her lips clean and looked up at me with that glistening mouth.

So hot...

I reached out, cupping her face in both hands. The roughness of the last few minutes melted away, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming need to connect with the woman beneath the knight.

I leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips. This kiss wasn’t demanding... but boy... it was grateful.

"Laura," I murmured against her mouth, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "How does it feel? Like how does it really feel for you?"

"I know that I was... reckless," I sighed. "I know I pushed you too hard for your first time."

She let out a long, shaky exhale, closing her eyes as she leaned into my touch. "Hmmmm..."

"It felt..." she paused, searching for the words, her voice cracking. "It felt like being undone, Roland."

"Like every piece of armor I’ve built around myself was stripped away in seconds..."

"I’ve never felt so... exposed. And yet... so seen."

She opened her eyes, and for the first time, I didn’t see the Knight Lapisfield.

I saw Laura. Just Laura.

My second girlfriend...

"It was terrifying," she confessed, a small, vulnerable smile touching her lips. "But it was also the most alive thing I’ve felt in years."

"I think... I think I needed someone to break me like that."

The honesty in her voice pierced through me. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her as she collapsed against my chest.

The scent of our passion—the musk, the salt, and the sweetness wrapped around us like a blanket.

"I won’t break you permanently, Laura," I promised, kissing the top of her head. "But I’ll never let you hide behind that armor again... Not from me."

"I know," she whispered, her arms tightening around my waist. "I don’t think I want to anymore..."

We stayed like that for a long time, two souls tangled together in the aftermath of chaos, finding something quiet and profound in the wreckage of our desire.

The tension was still there, the promise of more to come, but for now, there was only the warmth of each other’s skin and the steady, synchronized rhythm of our hearts.

The tender moment hung between us like a fragile glass sculpture, beautiful but dangerously thin.

I held her close, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat against mine, but my blood was already beginning to stir again. The vulnerability she had shown the way she had laid herself bare didn’t soften my hunger, but it fed it.

It made me want to test the limits of that surrender.

I pulled back just enough to look into those hazy blue eyes, my gaze darkening. "You said you wanted to be seen, Laura..."

"You said you wanted to stop hiding." I leaned in close, my lips brushing her earlobe. "Are you ready for the real test?"

"Are you ready to take a real blowjob? I’ll help you, I’ll guide you, but you have to give yourself over completely."

Laura’s breath hitched. A flicker of something, hesitation, perhaps, crossed her face, but then she steeled herself.

That knightly pride was still there, buried under the arousal, refusing to back down from a challenge. "Hm..."

"Then stop asking questions," she challenged, her voice breathy but defiant. "Do whatever you want with me, Roland... I’m yours."

She sank back against the pillows, spreading her arms wide in an unconscious gesture of submission.

She thought she was prepared. And she thought she had already given me everything.

But of course... She was wrong. Dead wrong.

I didn’t hesitate. I crawled back over her, straddling her hips, then shifting my weight until I was sitting directly atop her chest, my thighs bracketing her shoulders.

The position gave me total dominance, making her look small beneath the sheer mass of my body. My cock was already rigid again, throbbing with a renewed, violent energy.

"Open," I commanded.

She obeyed, parting her lips, expecting the gentle guidance she had asked for. But I gave her none.

With one powerful, deliberate thrust of my hips, I drove myself forward. I didn’t stop at the lips, and yes... I didn’t stop at the tongue as well.

Just because I’m back being horny again, I shoved my cock deep into her mouth, forcing past her teeth and plunging straight down into the sensitive flesh of her throat.

"GLLRK...!"

Laura’s eyes flew wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks. The sound that escaped her was muffled, a wet, choking noise as my cock breached the back of her throat.

Her body convulsed beneath me, her hands flying up to my thighs. Her fingers didn’t caress me, but they gripped my muscles desperately

And then... I feel her palms tapping frantically against my quads in a panicked rhythm, a silent plea to stop, to slow down, and to let her breathe.

The sensation of being gagged, of having something so massive claiming her airway, triggered every survival instinct she possessed. Her face flushed crimson, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to process the invasion.

I pulled back abruptly, withdrawing just enough so she could draw a ragged, gasping breath. The sound of her inhaling was desperate, like a drowning woman breaking the surface.

"Hah... hah... hah..." She coughed violently, tears streaming down her cheeks, her throat working convulsively. "Roland... cough... you... you almost... I couldn’t..."

I looked down at her, my expression cold, almost clinical, though my cock twitched with restrained fury. I didn’t offer comfort, but I offered truth.

"That’s the lesson, Laura," I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "You asked for surrender."

"Don’t blame me if you asked to be undone." I leaned down until I was inches from her face, the tip of my cock still glistening with her saliva. "This is what surrender feels like..."

"It’s not all about soft kisses and warm touches... It’s uncomfortable at first, and it can also be overwhelming," I added. "Oh! And also terrifying."

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Think of it like combat... When you’re in a duel, you get stabbed."

"You feel the pain, you feel the shock, and you feel the fear of death... But you don’t die if you’re feeling stubborn to keep going and to endure."

"You push through the pain to find the victory."

I let go of her chin and positioned myself at her lips again. "This is exactly like that..."

"You’re being stabbed, Laura... not with steel, but with me."

"And so... You need to learn to endure it. Not to die, but to live through it."

"Now," I growled, the predator returning to my eyes, "stop fighting the sensation and start fighting the urge to panic..."

"Take it again."

I could see the terror in her eyes warring with something else: a desperate, fucked-up curiosity. She was terrified of the choke, of the loss of control, but she was also more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

The fear was the fuel.

"Again," I commanded, and this time, I didn’t wait for her to open.

I drove home instantly.