I look down at the whore, who lovingly looks up at me from my stomach, where she lays after our latest of many romps.
“Is my lord satisfied?” Her voice is a soft purr and her eyes twinkle in the dim lighting of the brothel as she looks up at me.
“You always satisfy me,” I answer quietly. It’s the lie I tell all of them, but I know this one doesn’t believe me. She sighs and traces her fingertips up my chest.
“You are too kind, yet I know you tell partial truths with the other ladies. You don’t need to fear hurting my feelings. This is my job and nothing pleases me more than to see you smile, my lord.”
I run my fingers through her long, golden waves and she tips her head into my hand at the caress with parted lips. Lips that have become swollen from all the kisses I have lavished upon them.
“I will have you once more, before I go back to the castle.”
“Yes my lord,” she responds, immediately removing her robe once again and pressing the whole length of her body against mine. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her torso sliding down me, her erect nipples grazing over my skin. Her delicate hands grip my member firmly, causing it to swell quickly under her touch. She sinks lower still and a wonderful sensation overcomes me as she takes me in her mouth with the skilled precision that comes with years of practice.
My hands go to her hair once again, grabbing a fistful as I thrust deep into her mouth with a moan. Her lips are devine, as is her tongue, which she uses to draw sensual circles around my shaft, all the while milking me greedily with her other hand.
I grasp her wrist, alerting her to stop. I wouldn’t want to reach my pleasure before I get to be inside her again. She nods and slides up my body to straddle my hips, her beautiful breasts exposed in the candlelight. As she lowers herself on me, they move gently with the motions she makes whilst riding me slowly.
I hold onto her hips, grinding her into my pelvis and pushing up into her as deep as I can go. She whimpers as I reach up to squeeze her nipples and knead her breasts. They, along with the rest of her, are as close to perfection as I've seen.
“Oh yes,” I hiss as I feel the familiar sensations of the end coming.
I reach down to rub at her sensitive place, always giving them what they need as well, even though I know it isn’t necessary. To my gratification, I feel her shake beneath my fingers and she moans loudly, her drenched sex contracting around me and making me follow soon after.
She leans down and kisses my mouth deeply before sliding off me and replacing her robe around her shoulders, tying it at the waist. Her face is serene with the relaxation gained only from a night of hard sex with multiple orgasms.
“Thank you, my lord,” she whispers, dipping before me and exiting the room. I rise and dress, pulling on my cape last so I might leave for the castle in privacy without harassment. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a single gold medallion and flick it onto the bed. It’s much more than I am meant to give, but she's pleased me tonight.
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