A breathtaking sight greeted me as the memory stone activated.
Light poured into my vision, fading into a blur. As the image sharpened, I was met with the sight of Iris's sweet smile, and then the sight of her slightly flushed cheeks as she stepped back fully into view.
With her delicate fingertips, she held up the hem of her silky white gown. But this wasn't a gown made for sleeping. It was for something else entirely.
The gown was so short that a strip of her snow white waist could be seen above her white underwear, while the straps which held her large breasts were barely sufficient to support them, revealing a cleavage that any man would struggle to fill up. Holding up the hem of her erotic nightgown, she turned left and right, elegantly crossing her white high heels as she performed a cute motion to display what she wore.
Under the soft light of the morning, I wouldn't be surprised if wings suddenly sprouted from her back. Her golden hair gleaming as brightly as her blue eyes, she looked like a gift from the heavens.
A gift from the Goddess of Love.
And then, for the first time, I noticed the figure behind her.
The sparse furnishing of a now familiar room surrounded Iris. Behind Iris was a simple bed, barely large enough to accommodate the man who was lying on it.
A shaft of sunlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the naked form of Magnus's large figure. His duvet covered the lower half of his body, leaving the rest of his chiselled muscles to be on full display. His indomitable strength seemed even more obvious in the morning light.
But right now, his powerful chest was rising gently back and forth.
His eyes were clasped shut, and his breathing so quiet that I almost wondered who he was.
But there was no mistake. It was the same man who now made taking Iris his personal objective. And he was currently in deep sleep.
I felt my own chest ready to burst.
She was again in Magnus's room. But this time it was different.
Iris must have entered as soon as I'd left her.
And she'd come here of her own will.
It was the first time Iris had ever approached Magnus without any prompting. Until now, she'd always humoured the fragile suggestion that she was being pried away under the man's forceful advances. But now Magnus was deep in slumber, and the beautiful girl who was my lover was here of her own accord.
I wondered how much of this was Iris indulging me in my desires. And I wondered how much was Iris submitting to her own. Which part of our conversation resonated the most with her? What was the look I wore when she realised she could take another step further?
Our relationship had once again crossed another line. And yet I knew with hushed excitement tightening around my chest that there were still many more to come.
Iris turned to Magnus's sleeping figure, then glanced back towards me as I watched from the memory stone. Her delicate smile was filled with mischief. The type only I used to see. But now that right was shared with the man lucky enough to be in a scene more pleasant than any dream he could possibly be enjoying.
Wordlessly, Iris stepped around the edge of the bed, the sound of her high heels barely disturbing the air as she reached where a foot was now dangling off the edge.
For a moment, Iris bit her lips, a contemplative fingertip reaching out to almost brush the underside. She held herself back and instead climbed the bed, her weight doing little to add to the mattress. She prowled forwards on her hands and knees, her breasts almost brushing against Magnus's leg as a shoulder strap became undone.
As her palms were planted between Magnus's thighs, she leaned down, then gently swept aside the duvet.
Even asleep, his cock was still significantly larger than mine when erect. The thick girth was so imposing that I wondered how Iris was able to handle him. It was an answer that only Iris had the answer to, and by the way her eyes betrayed a shimmer of lust, one that she'd memorised to heart.
Iris adjusted herself slightly, the back of her high heels poking the air as she found a comfortable position to kneel in. Without another glance towards my direction, Iris leaned further in, her breasts dipping between Magnus's legs as she closely admired the sight of Magnus's cock as though she could only do this while the man slept.
Then, she parted her lips and ran a pink tongue across the exposed length.
Magnus stirred but didn't wake. He smacked his lips, his breathing becoming louder before quietening once again.
Without using her hands, Iris slowly ran her tongue from the bottom of Magnus's shaft all the way to the tip, lingering for a moment longer around the sensitive head. She repeated this motion, lapping at the man's cock as it began to rise before he did.
Maybe Magnus thought it was part of a sweet dream. Or maybe he was even more weary when he woke than I was. But as consciousness came to him and his eyes opened, it took several more laps of his hardening shaft before he brought up his head.
When he finally took in the sight of my girlfriend sliding her tongue across the length of his cock, his mouth could only open wordlessly.
But not for long.
He blinked for a moment, rubbed his eyes, then seemed to decide that Iris really was here. His expression shifted to overwhelming stupification. After all, despite all the things they did together, it was still me who had the right to witness Iris as my eyes opened.
"Hey," he said, his voice deep and assured despite the situation. "You're in the wrong room."
Iris glanced up, her blue eyes fluttering innocently as she purposefully ran her tongue sensually up and down Magnus's length before answering.
"No? Would you prefer I return to mine?"
Magnus continued taking in the sight of Iris kneeling between his legs as his first image of the day. There was no fluster in his expression, and obviously no displeasure. Perhaps this was a service he often ordered when he was spending his coin in the red light districts of the towns we travelled.
Or perhaps he was just taking time to formulate the most pressing question anyone would have at this time.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? … I'm here to wake you."
With that simple statement, told as though it were the most straightforward answer in the world, Iris adjusted herself slightly and ran her tongue across Magnus's cock again, now jutting rigidly as it finally woke to reality.
As if to reward it for hardening, Iris reached up and gently wrapped a hand around the base of the shaft. She began to slowly run her hand up and down, the strokes in motion to the sensual lapping of her tongue.
"… I'm done with this hero's life," grunted Magnus. "I'm moving to where you're from. Fuck me. Which whore did you learn to wake someone up like this?"
Iris let out a heavy breath before answering, as though speaking was too difficult when she was indulging in Magnus's cock.
"Seeing as … nhhn … you have no regard to … mmh … etiquette, I surmised that … mhmn … nothing less would wake a brute such as you."
If Magnus was awake enough to comprehend the insult, he didn't show it.
"I fucked you all night," he said. There was no boasting in his voice. He was simply stating facts. "How could you still want more?"
Iris's tongue stopped lapping at the man's cock, now fully hardened and pulsing in her hand.
"Ah?" She still stroked him even as she spoke. "Would you like to know the truth?"
Magnus raised an eyebrow.
"Tell me."
With a smile, Iris poked her tongue at Magnus's cockhead. She lapped playfully at the underside, causing Magnus to take in a sudden breath at the sensation he must have felt.
"Itsch because … mmh … I'm not … nnh … shatisfied yet … ahh …"
As though to support her words, Iris immediately reached under her legs with her other hand. As her tongue continued to delicately toy with Magnus's cockhead, her slender fingers reached into her white underwear.
"Mmh … nnh … ahn … nnhgn … mmah …"
Wet, squelching sounds filled the air as Iris began masturbating.
The silhouette of her fingers disappeared from her underwear as she shoved them as deep inside herself as she could, and within seconds, trickles of juices began running down her thighs. It was the same wetness I'd felt when she'd placed my palm against her earlier, now running freely down her shapely legs as she finally began to relieve her lust.
"Nhhm … ahn … nhhn … nnhhm …"
Unable to hold back, Iris raised her head slightly and parted her lips.
Her eyes glazed with desire, she wrapped her lips around Magnus's cockhead, then began to slide herself down onto the shaft. She slowly swallowed several inches before she pulled back, allowing the tip of Magnus's cock to brush against her pink lips before she went down on him once again.
"MmhM … ahhn … nhhN … mmhn …"
As saliva began coating the length of Magnus's cock, Iris increased the pace of her fingers sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. The white fabric was a leaking mess, her hand clearly visible as she began to both masturbate and service Magnus in earnest.
The man my girlfriend was pleasuring was lost for words. His breathing became heavier as he indulged in Iris's erotic image. His demeanour was like someone too satisfied and too tired to truly make any attempt to find out whether this wake up service was a dream or not.
However, as if finally accepting the truth of the situation, he broke into a smile and chuckled.
"Damn. I never even thought about asking for this. I thought there was no chance in hell you would do it. Got tired of doing this for your boyfriend?"
Iris pulled her mouth away from Magnus's cock. A bridge of saliva connected her lips with his cockhead as she continued working her hands both on his shaft and herself.
"Haah … ahh … no … I've never done this … for him before … mmh …"
Magnus whistled, then leaned back, opting to place his hands behind to pillow his head as he allowed Iris to pleasure him at her own pace.
"What a waste. All this time together and you never gave him a wake up blowjob?"
"Mmh … I only thought about … ahn … doing it for you … mmhm …"
Magnus responded to Iris's confession with a grin filled with both victory and disbelief. He knew that Iris already did things with him that she hadn't done with me, but he'd never known the extent.
"What? Boyfriend can't get up in the morning?"
In answer, she stopped the hand that was playing with herself. She slowly brought it out of her soaking underwear.
Wet drool dripped from her fingers and knuckles as she instead brought it to join her other hand in wrapping around Magnus's cock. She interlocked her fingers, the combined mixture of her wetness, her saliva, and Magnus's pre-cum easily allowing her two hands to slide up and down his shaft.
It was as if she wanted Magnus's cock so much that she preferred to service it rather than pleasure herself.
"… He's terrible," she said, her voice sultry as she indulged in the feeling of Magnus's rock hard shaft between her hands. "Even when he wakes up next to me … it's still so small."
"Oh? How small we talking?"
"I suppose … this would be accurate?"
Slowly, Iris lowered her interlocked hands. Marking the length that she knew me to be, she didn't stop until her hands were squished at the base of Magnus's shaft.
Magnus chuckled, leaning fully back as he relished in Iris dedicating herself solely to pleasuring him. He looked up at the grey ceiling as if he was thanking the heavens.
"Figured as much," he said. "Only reason he's not a virgin is because he picked up the biggest slut in the kingdom. You'd have opened your legs for anyone, wouldn't you?"
A scarlet flush appeared on Iris's cheeks as she dipped her head again. Her tongue gently lapped once at the cockhead exposed between the interlocked hands.
"No," she said softly. "I wouldn't have."
Magnus raised his head and looked looked down at the beautiful girl servicing him in her short, white gown beneath the window light. He extended his arm, reaching out to almost tenderly cup the top of her head. She reacted by tilting her head slightly, all the while fluttering her eyelashes.
It was so cute, it hurt.
"Still not broken in yet, huh?" said Magnus, a dark grin flickering across his face. "I like it better when you admit what a whore you are."
Iris's eyes were slightly clouded as she smiled in response.
"I wouldn't have opened my legs for anyone," she said, her hot breath tickling Magnus's cockhead as she spoke. "… But I would have for you."
Immediately, Iris returned her lips to Magnus's cock.
Without needing any prompting by Magnus's hand, she brought her head down, swallowing a third of his shaft before repeating the motion. All the while, she increased the speed of her hands locked around the base of his shaft.
Whether it was by Iris's confession or the warm feeling of her lips wrapping around his cock once more, Magnus was temporarily taken back, sucking in a loud breath as he released his hand from her head.
"Fuck me," he said, voice gone slightly hoarse. "What a missed chance. Guess I can't call him a total loser if he won the race to your cunt. If it'd been me, you'd never look at anyone else again."
Iris peeked up, her smile evident even with the other man's cock shoved in her mouth.
"Ouh? … Becauschh … mhnn … righ' naow … nhhn … I'm only … mmh … 'ooking at you."
Without waiting for a response, she lowered herself further, messily swallowing Magnus's shaft until it reached the back of her throat. Saliva ran past her lips, thick fronds pooling over her hands as they began to work on the man whose likes she was now intimately familiar with.
Magnus grinned, realising Iris wanted to finish this. She could have gone on servicing him for hours, but at this point, it was obvious she wanted her reward for this special service. Despite no longer toying with herself, even more trickles of juices were leaking down Iris's legs, forming a small puddle between her knees.
The twitching, throbbing cock was proof that Magnus was all too willing to comply. His hands returned to locking behind his head to act as an additional cushion while he watched Iris go down on him.
"Better look closely at me, then," he said, as his thighs minutely lifted.
It was the movement Iris had been waiting for.
Sliding her lips away from Magnus's shaft, she stuck out her tongue to a thick bridge of saliva and pre-cum. Her hands worked rapidly as she coaxed out her prize.
Magnus obliged, grunting as a thick wad of creamy, white cum landed directly against Iris's waiting tongue. As she continued working her hands, she performed a cute wink, then angled her face so that the next ropes of warm, gooey cum would land directly over her closed eye.
"… Ahn … nhha … more … mmh …"
Iris kept her other eye open, peeking directly at Magnus with an almost expectant look as the man proceeded to paint my girlfriend's beautiful face with relentless amounts of his seed. Through willpower or stamina, he didn't stop until Iris's face was almost fully coated in his semen.
As Iris's hand began to slow to a gentle motion, she kept her head perfectly still. Cum dribbled from her exposed tongue, her lips, her chin, both cheeks and her closed eye. A few strands of cum wetted her blonde hair, dulling the colour as cum continued dribbling over her hands in smaller spurts.
Cautiously, Iris raised herself up. She showed off the results of her special wake up service in the window light, with almost every inch of her flawless skin decorated with Magnus's cum.
She was always beautiful. But the sight of her soft cheeks, her sharp eyes and smooth skin covered in another man's semen made her look like a goddess.
A Goddess of Lust.
After a few moments for the erotic sight to be taken in, she closed her mouth, then swallowed the cum caking her tongue. She allowed her tongue to peek out again, but only so far as to begin licking up the cum around her lips.
"Mmhn … Nhn … Ahn …. mhm …"
Over and over, Iris began sliding her tongue across her lips. She used a fingertip to slowly draw in cum from around her face when there was nothing left for her to lap at, leaving lines like delicate trails in the snow as she savoured the taste of another man's semen in a way she never did with me.
Finally, she raised her right hand, and holding it up like a kitten's paw, began lapping up the cum between her fingers and around the back. She repeated the gesture with her left hand, now even more slowly, her tongue running repeatedly over the back of her hand for the last of any stains.
At last, once her face and hands were cleaned of Magnus's cum, she lowered her head once more, her tongue lapping playfully at Magnus's cock to finish the last of her reward.
Only when all that remained of her special service was the musk, did she smile with gratification.
"Thank you … hahn … for breakfast."