[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)

Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.

Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.

“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.

“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.

“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”

“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading.

“I guess he deserves something for what he went through.” Lyara’s face found its glow again and the girl kissed him on the cheek before kicking off her shoes and curling up on the divan, her head resting across his legs.

“Anya decided to just stay the final night with him,” Lyara said as she propped her feet up at the end of the couch.

“It’s a long walk back just to return in the morning,” Arden agreed, distracted by Lyara’s rising chest.

“And it’s very hot,” Lyara said catching his eyes with hers as she seemed to notice his staring. She bit her lip and lifted a hand to her chest where she deftly undid the second button of her already-low shirt. “Don’t you think you might deserve something as well?” She asked after a moment of looking up at him.

Arden smiled. “I have everything I need,” He said, taking her hand in his.

Lyara blushed before pausing as if considering something. “Well…I’ve heard of a gift a girl can give that I think you’ll enjoy." One of the girl's delicate half-elf hands snaked up his lap to gently lift the hem of his shirt, exposing the ties of his breeches. “Are you interested?” She asked with an eager grin while her fingertips traced the bulge forming near her face.

“Sure,” he said awkwardly, having trouble remembering how to form words.

“’Sure’, he says,” Lyara mocked with a giggle as she shifted on the divan to give herself a better angle over his lap. “Just keep in mind that I’ve only ever read about these,” she said before rising up to kiss him while her hands worked at the strings at his waist.

The feeling of the girl’s lips against his while her hands fumbled with the complicated knot was enough to have his cock straining against the material of his pants. Lyara smiled amid their kiss, apparently entertained by his eagerness. Arden’s hands went to Lyara’s shirt to undo the rest of her buttons in the space of heartbeats while her own fingers had made next to no progress.

Lyara pulled away in surprise, her shirt open down the front, exposing her slender frame and modest breasts. She looked down in mock anger before seeing his dagger next to her on the divan and slipping it from its sheath.

“It’s sharp,” Arden warned, eyeing the glinting blade in the clumsy girl’s hand.

“I know,” Lyara said, watching him squirm as she lowered the vicious point to just above his swollen member. With her other hand, Lyara pinched the bunch of the knot and cut it cleanly through the center with the knife that was deadly sharp indeed.

Lyara giggled in delight as he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “You owe me for that.”

“You deserved it. I actually caught you sleeping with this damned thing.” Lyara returned the knife to its sheath and set it lightly on the coffee table. “If you mean to share my bed, the dagger will have to find somewhere else to rest its eyes.” She said, shrugging her shirt off her slender shoulders.

Bared to the waist, Lyara began tugging his pants down an inch at a time. She bit her lip once more as his dick sprung free of his clothes, drawing a quiet gasp from him. With his pants down to the middle of his thighs, Lyara cast him a nervous glance before taking him in her hand and lowering her mouth close enough that her breath sent tingles across his throbbing cock.

An agonizing moment passed before Lyara dropped down another inch and slid him past her lips and into her warm and enveloping mouth. She looked up at him as her tongue pressed wetly against the hardness of his shaft. Arden felt shudders course up his spine as Lyara went up and down on him while her tongue flicked gently along the bottom edge of his head.

Sweat beaded on his brow and he let himself sink into the divan’s lush cushions while Lyara paused to catch her breath. “Is it good?” she asked, kissing his shaft while he nodded wordlessly. Lyara gave him a quick giggle and went back to her task with new confidence. She tried taking him deeper, but each attempt had her gagging before reaching a little below half his length. “Sorry,” she said with her cheeks red as she drew back quickly.

“It’s fine,” Arden rasped. “I’m already close.” Lyara smiled at his assurance before taking him past her lips once more. Arden’s eyes were drawn down to Lyara’s hips where her skirt had ridden low, exposing the gentle lines that led between her legs.

The pressure began to build in his member as Lyara figured out how to make him gasp and shudder. “I want to know what it tastes like” Lyara said quickly as she paused for breath, pulling one of his hands down to her chest. Arden’s breath came raggedly as he caressed Lyara’s firm breast, her nipple stiff beneath his palm. He used his other hand to brush her silky, dark hair from her face as she went back down, her tongue sliding circles around his twitching head.

Lyara let out a quiet moan as he squeezed her smooth breast in his hand and that simple sound was enough to send him over the edge. His legs stiffened against the floor, pushing him into the backrest of the couch while his cock began to pulse in her mouth. The girl smiled at him with her eyes while he felt jets of his climax spurt forcefully into the back of her throat before pooling hotly against his twitching dick. Lyara stared up at him patiently while the moment seemed to stretch on for minutes.

Finally, after one last spasm, the tension left his body and he began to soften in Lyara’s mouth. The girl drew back until just the end of him remained encircled by her lips. Lyara let him out of her mouth with a pop before staring at him proudly and swallowing him in one gulp, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

“Did I do well?” She asked, languidly crawling up to reclaim her spot leaning against his side.

“It was amazing,” Arden replied, feeling like he might have just died. “But we can never let Lendin know we did this on his couch.”

“I’ll keep quiet if you will,” Lyara said with a giggle. “It’s not like you made a mess.”

“How was it?” Arden asked with a smirk. Lyara eyed him for a moment before falling against him in a deep and stolen kiss. Her tongue slid across his, the taste of him still fresh in her mouth.

Lyara pulled back, now wearing a smirk of her own. “It was like that.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1kzyk5/mf_a_gift_a_girl_can_give_fantasythemed_bj_story