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The countess of Thenrua, chapter 2. [medieval] [blowjob] [virgin] [24] [35] [male pov]

The countess of Thenrua, chapter 2.

Within a second, I was lifted to my feet. The countess had hoisted me up as if I’d weighed a feather. My vision went from the gorgeous blue eyes that had enchanted me, to the enveloping blackness between her bosoms. They were unnaturally soft, tender, and seemingly inescapable. The countess began to shake her chest to and fro, her powerful bosoms smacking my stunned face With a force that, by rights, should have given me whiplash. She let out a booming laugh, clearly so very aware of the power she held. After another round of bosom bashing, she wrapped her strong arms around my waist, and hoisted me off the ground, to meet her face with my own. Her eyes sparkled with mystifying mischief, and Met my gaze with a grin that laid bare her intentions with me. She expertly wrapped my legs around her waist, and jammed her royal tongue into my mouth. It was soft, moist, and tasted of strawberries. All of this had been happening so fast that I’d barely had time to take in what exactly was happening. Read more »

The countess of Thenrua. [35] [24] [slow-burn] [medieval]

Chapter 1

“Trevor, would you be a dear and assist in my revelry?” The countess began. “Tis a matter of great import and sensitivity, I’m afraid. Your discretion is paramount.”
She was a woman of larger stature, standing easily above myself in a very clearly jovial, yet dominating way. Her body was not what one might call “thin”, and yet she was not of obese size either. With toned legs, one got the sense that her power and command came mainly from her thighs. Her hips were wide, giving way to ample curvature in the behind. Her stomach, flattened by her thin lace corsette, rose into a chest that could suffocate an elephant in it’s heft.

Her face was showered in a beautiful black, from scalp to hip, and upon her Rosen cheeks lay distinct laughter lines, which impressioned upon many her more jovial and juvenile nature. Her eyes sparkled a brilliant ocean blue, filled with curiosity and humour, but yet, something darker, something more exciting lay behind them, a feeling that one could never could place. It was an element I oft found myself deep in thought over. What exactly lay behind the surface of this powerful, elegant woman? Read more »