“Please, no,” watery, blue eyes and ripe, ruby lips pleaded up to him. The wayfarer rolled his eyes back far into his head before stooping down to bring the sharp point of his dagger across the bodice of the sobbing milkmaid’s dress. Twin mounds of milky flesh came spilling out of the torn fabric. The wayfarer marveled at their weight and the creamy complexion that seemed estranged from any ray of sunshine. He had seen many a pretty sight through his travels but few as immediately fulfilling as this. He stooped down further, grabbing a breast in each hand for a proper squeeze. He admired the silken smoothness of them and how the early morning light illuminated their pale glory. The wayfarer jiggled them in his palms then hefted them upwards, again admiring how the breasts trembled with each gaspy breath of the maid. He brought his face up close to her chest and let his stubbled mouth wander freely across her flesh, caressing the crevice beneath them before gently capturing a nipple with his lips.
At this, the milkmaid gave a shriek so startling loud the wayfarer had to stifle an urge to strike her. Instead he tore away a piece of cloth from the dress’ bodice and shoved it quickly into her mouth, allowing himself to resume his gluttony without further interruption.
He brought his lips back the nipple, tracing his tongue gracefully around its diameter. The nipple stiffened immediately under his sure touch, a splash of blush pink against the satin whiteness of the breast. The wayfarer ran his greedy tongue across the hardened nub and indulged in the taste of her skin. Much like their color, her breasts were as sweet as cream. He dallied a bit longer, flickering his tongue teasingly around the nipple before drawing it deeply into his mouth. Lapping at the flesh hungrily, he kneaded one breast with his mouth and the other with his hands. He continued for what felt like an eternity until his mouth tired of the one breast, at which he switched to the other and sucked until the milky flesh was flushed and wet. The maid, whose eyes were still watery but lips pleaded for something else, now only whimpered weakly in protestation. Eventually, the wayfarer’s flirtation grew rough, from flickering his tongue across the teased skin to grazing his teeth against it. While suckling at the underbelly of one breast, he decided to give it a sharp nip, rolling the skin beneath his teeth. The milkmaid gave another shriek, muffled yet audible, and flopped around fitfully against him. The wayfarer chuckled to himself softly and persisted, lapping roughly at the pallor of her breasts until she grew weak once more.
When the hem of the his cords began to strain painfully against his manhood, the wayfarer brandished his dagger once more and drew it across the maid’s skirt, cutting down through the under clothes until he reached bare flesh. He was immediately struck by the heady aroma of arousal wafting up from between her thighs. Though she endeavored hard to keep them shut, the wayfarer quickly drew her legs apart and was rewarded with the dripping wetness of her slit, glimmering faintly in the morning light like a jewel. Again, he marveled at the milky softness of the maid’s skin, her thighs were long stretches of pale skin that beckoned invitingly to be touched. He acceded with zeal, running his palms slowly across them and twirling into them little circles with his finger tips. When the maid’s legs began to quiver beneath his grasp, he let his stubbled mouth wander her body once more. The wayfarer particularly relished lapping at the flesh where her legs met with her trunk so he lavished his attentions there, continuing to nibble and suck until the milkmaid’s breath trembled as hard as her thighs. He allowed his mouth to trail downward, rooting his nose through the fine tuft of hair around her slit until he reached the small ridge of her hood. Wrapping his lips tightly around it, he deftly swirled his tongue until he could feel the nub of her clitoris stiffen and come into view. He blew a quick puff of cool air across its surface, sending another tremor throughout the maid’s loins, before enveloping the nub with his mouth. The wayfarer wasted no time being gentle, suckling her forcefully while letting his hands paw at the soft corners of her thighs. The milkmaid bucked at his urgency, frantic at the onslaught of his wet tongue, but to no avail. The wayfarer gripped tightly around her loins and continue to suck, drenching his mouth and chin in her slit’s sweet juices. He did not slow the stroking pace of his tongue until he heard a muffled moan escape the lips of the milkmaid and felt the trill of orgasm shake her body deep into its core. The wayfarer stopped his lapping and rose up from the maid’s soaked cunt, unlacing the ties to his cords to let his cock spring forward into view. As he hovered over her, he grabbed the base of his manhood and guided it around the lips of her slit, massaging her wetness across the head of his cock. Satisfied that he was well lubricated, he positioned himself into the opening of her cunt and slowly pushed inside. The milkmaid gave him yet another thing to marvel: the tightness of her slit. Even aided by the generous wetness of her cunt, squeezing the width of his cock completely inside the maid took some time. Once he had sunk his member deep inside her, the hilt of his cock pressed firmly against her sex, he took a moment to savor it all: the tight -almost constricting- grip the maid’s sweet slit had on his manhood, the bubbling wetness that spilled out around his cock with each small thrust, and those deliciously pale breasts that trembled provocatively by his face. The wayfarer almost felt overwhelmed.
He immediately withdrew from inside the maid, releasing her cunt’s grip on him with a wet pop then took a quick breath before roughly thrusting back inside her. He quickly set up a frenzied pace, pumping her cunt so forcefully that her cum sprayed him with each plunge forward. As his strokes grew more insistent, the wayfarer brought a hand up and caught one of her jiggling breasts, pinching the nipple without mercy. The maid moaned loudly in response, beginning to gasp in rhythm with each thrust as her free breast bounced wildly at the impact of his force. In an instant, the wayfarer could feel the electric jolt of orgasm spasm across his cock then warm spurts of his cum begin to flood the maid’s cunt. He continue to pump inside her with vigor, letting his pleasure dwindle down as he pushed his seed as deeply inside her as possible. After he was sure all of his cum had been spent, the wayfarer withdrew from the maid and her cunt produced another wet pop -albeit much wetter than the first- as a rivulet of his cum dribbled from her slit. The wayfarer lost no time in clambering to his feet, leaving the milkmaid bound and disheveled as he cleaned himself off with a tatter of cloth from her skirt. Giving her breasts one final appreciative glance, the wayfarer righted himself and gathered his things before continuing on to his next adventure.
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