The Dragon Queen, Nycelia Heartstone, smirks at me as she crosses the distance of the great hall of her labyrinth between us. As her human form is somewhat considerably shorter than I am, for whatever reason, she must look up at me with her moonlit eyes from where she stands, with a mischievous smile playing at her lips. A short breath escapes her lips as she rests her hands on the fingers that grip the hilt of my sword, and my grip loosens. Her long silver hair enshrouds her wonderfully adorable face that draws me into a trance as the metal clatters to the floor. "There we go... much better now, isn't it?" I nod at her, still under her trance. "None of you humans come to play with me anymore..." She pouts as she turns my silver breastplate to dust with a touch of her fingers and a sparkle in her silver eyes, revealing my bare chest to the girl. "Oooh..." She murmured, reaching out with an open hand to trace my chest and I flinch as her finger connects with my chest. "Mmm... Don't you worry, Ser Naulthought... I wouldn't harm a hair on your pretty little head..."
"J-Just Ryan... Is okay" I tell her as I feel the uncomfortably cold sensation of Nycelia's fingers upon my chest.
"A first-name basis already? How daring of you..." She purrs at me as her hands find my hips.
"Well... you're the one who's u-undressing me" I flinch again as her hand finds its way into my pants
"Are you objecting?" She smiles at me as she grips my crotch through my underwear. "You wouldn't say no to a pent-up cutie like me, would you?" I grunt as my erection grows in her hand, unable to respond. With a wave of her hand, my clothing vanishes, and her eyes sparkle as she studies my cock. "Well-endowed, even for a human I see..." she says, gently stroking my shaft.
Shit. It's been a while since-I grunt as I feel the warmth of her lips envelop my cock, and she's on her knees. Her forked tongue slithers down my shaft and cups my balls as her cheeks suck inward, milking me dry. My hands find the back of her head as I push myself down her throat, which ilicits a surprised grunt from the queen, but she only sucks harder as I begin to pant, trying to hold it in. My hands clutch around her hair, feeling a power surge through me as I force her down my shaft until her lips meet my balls with a kiss, and I erupt a surge of semen directly into her stomach. She pulls her mouth off my dick with a wet pop! and catches the last of my cum on her face.
I quickly engrave the beautiful moment into my mind as I'm pulled back to the town square, with my clothes on, but pants down, dick erect, in the mud. "Back again" I sigh.
Paige looks at me with a furrowed brow. "Ryan!" She says, "put your god damn dick away you fucking perv!" They are words I've heard hundreds of times.
"Maybe you could just stop looking," I say as I stand up and wipe the mud off me, very deliberately waiting to put my dick away at the last moment as she grunts at me in disgust. "I don't suppose you wanted to help me out here?"
She swipes at me, going for a slap, but I dodge it. A practiced dodge, one that had been learned from at least 50 failed attempts. She's going to follow it up with another slap from the other hand, which I dodge as well, and grab her wrist, pulling her into me. "Well, if you wanted to be closer to me, you could've just asked, my lady," I say, with managing to inflect in the same way as before. Her face turns beet red as she shoves me away from her.
"Wh- whatever!" She grumbles and turns around, "Some knight you are..."
I grab her hips from behind and I lean over her, my face inches from hers. "Some knight, indeed. Won't the fair lady give me a ki-"
Everything goes red and I double over as I take a fist to the groin. Paige scoffs as she runs off. Looks like my approach is going to need a little tweaking there.
A moment passes and I feel a gentle metal hand on my shoulder, and I hear the soft yet tender voice of Ser Reitchsburn, my fellow brother-in-arms. Although, I suppose it would be more accurate to say Sister-in-arms? Either way, she's sexy as fuck, and I think the whole sibling metaphor makes me feel kind of gross about calling her that. "-and... wait. Are you even listening to me, Ryan?"
I stand up and meet her beautiful emerald eyes. Her wispy eyelashes accentuate the ethereal beauty of her almond shaped eyes. Her long red hair rests behind her ears and her beautiful lips purse as she awaits my answer. "Oh, Kayanna, you know I just get lost in thought whenever you're around, my dear."
She giggles. "When did you become such a silvertongue, Ser Naulthought?"
"Ever since I was cursed to forever relive today, my dear. At least I have you to embrace in such times of worry" I say as I open my arms, and she obliges, giggling once more.
"Riiight. Right. Of course, I should have thought of that." She remarks, taking my words as a joke. Oh well, at least I get to be this close to her.
"You smell like rainbows," I say as I sigh into her arms, and she releases me after a brief moment.
"Save your flattery for some maiden, you goon ~" She teases. "Anyway, the reason I came to see you-"
"Is because the count wants you to slay some goblins on the far side of town, and you can't do it without me?" She blinks.
"W-well... yeah, but, I hadn't even gotten to that part yet..."
"I just have a knack for knowing the thoughts of beautiful women." I grin. "I'll do it... but for a price- I would like a kiss for my hard work."
She giggles and obliges, and we make our way towards the edge of town.