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Restless Night Her legs scissored restlessly in the bed. Brushing the strands of her dark hair from her eyes, Lady Terin sat up. Flipping back the thin bed sheet that covered her naked body, she slid from the bed, looking for her night rail. The cool drafts from the castle itself wafted over her skin and as she pulled on the gossamer cloth, her nipples hardened to pebbles. It clung to her high firm breasts, scraping the now sensitive nipples. The hour was late. Of course, she could have summoned one of the servants to bring her one of the slaves that dwelled beneath her in the castle's cellar to service her growing need or even send for Maxwell, but tonight, her need was different. It was something nothing of flesh and blood could satisfy. Opening the doors to her chambers, she left them, silently making her way through a passage, to the Tarot Tower, in which resided The Hall of Knights. Arianda and herself had agreed that this Hall would always have burning tapers upon its walls. There was something about the glistening, beckoning glimmer of shiny armor in the flickering light that stirred them both. The only light the Hall emitted was from the flickering tapers upon its walls and from the fireplace, casting the room in dubious light and shadows. The Knights stood sentient along both sides of the long corridor. Nary a sound could be heard here. Terin walked on silent feet, her fingertips caressing the cold shiny surface of each Knight's armor as her eyes and desires sought the one who would fulfill her need this night.
As the material pooled on the floor at her feet, she felt the cold armor of the Knight pressing against her backside. Terin leaned back against him, as his arms slid around her waist from behind. One gauntlet hand, palm down, slid over her belly, its fingers sliding through the small thatch of black curls that stood sentinel to her slit of womanhood. It traveled over the already hard nub, slipping inside her with ease. Her own ready wetness making the entry easy. Her legs splayed slightly, her hips arched to his steel finger, sending it deeper into her depths. His other hand slid up the silkiness of her body to clasp one taunt breast, squeezing it. Terin moaned deep in her throat, her head tilted back on his shoulder, one hand sliding along his arm, until her hand met his and pressed his finger deeper into her. Her other arm slipped up to curve behind his neck, drawing the line of her body taunt in the flickering firelight. She pushed back against him, her eyes flickering with growing desire as she felt hard cold steel prodding at the crack of her buttocks. The steel finger was removed and Terin softly moaned, moving restlessly against him. She felt his two strong hands glide to her hips, lifting her and then lowering her down to impale her upon his cold hard staff. Her moans became guttural as she felt his coldness part her lips and slide deeply into her well of fire. Her hands clutched his forearms as he began to move her up and down upon his servicing member. Her tunnel's slickness made his movements of depth easier with each stroke. The Knight's gauntlet hands bent her over the dais, his armored legs, spread hers far apart as he stepped between them, stroking in and out of her now swollen lips. His hands reached down spreading her tender inner thighs to the maximum capacity. She gripped the far edge of the dais, her knuckles turning white as he moved with vehemence inside her. He withdrew on a backstroke, picking her up as if she was naught but a child's doll. Turning Terin, the Knight placed her on her back upon the end of the dais, the firelight picking up the glistening moisture upon her skin. His steel encased hands gripped her inner thighs, forcing them apart as he stepped between the juncture of them. He tugged her body downward until she was perched perilously on the edge of the dais. A quick glance down her body showed his hard steel rod, glinting with her wetness upon it, nudging open her womanly lips once more. Her body arched as the Knight's unbending rigidity slid into her pulsing heat once more. Guttural noises emitted from the depths of her throat as he sunk into her, filling her, stretching her to the limit. Each stroke of his steel fueled her desire and passion passionate, sending them spiraling upward, making her body and emotions taut, like wire about to snap. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his midsection, pushing him deeper within. His steel fingers gripped her thighs before sliding upward to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples. One of her hands slid over her own slick heated body and into the black curls at the juncture of her thighs, her fingers finding the hard protruding nub there. She applied the slightest of pressure, rubbing it and combined with the Knight's heated thrusts, her body arched off the table, time and time again. Their movements became faster and harder, as if he read each of her needs so silently, so effortlessly. She arched her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, her lips parting in a primal scream of release. Her body convulsing, her inner muscles clamping down and rippling over his steel core as he continued to drive it within her body, pushing her limits to new thresholds. Her body continued to convulse, her breath becoming trapped in her lungs and her hands clenched at the dais. Unable to withstand such pleasure for long, her mind became engulfed in darkness and she knew no more. Sometime later her eyes opened, taking in the low burning fire. Her nude body was still spread across the dais, legs wantonly splayed open. Lifting her head, she saw that her Knight had returned to his post. Sitting up, she slid from the dais, bending down to retrieve her night rail from the floor. Terin slipped it on her still moist body and felt the material mold itself to her lush skin lovingly. She sighed as she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and cast one last look at the Hall of Knights before slipping out and returning to her room. |
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Him. As she tapped his breastplate with a fingernail, a small shower of blue sparks shot out upon contact. Turning around Terin walked over the dais that stood before the lit fireplace. Without looking back, she faced the fire and untied her night rail, allowing it to slowly fall to the floor, exposing her breasts and concave abdomen and thighs to the heat of the fire. The cloth shimmered down her curved back, exposing her rounded buttocks to the chill in the room.