I switch my position. "I am always down for playing outdoors. But do we have time to come back before the lessons in the Lyceum begin?".
"We do".
"Be my guest then Girlande". Separating my legs, the bodysuit is retracted in my groin, releasing my manhood free.
Excitement coursing through my spine when Girlande jumps from the slope's verge, her towering muscular frame at the right height for her task, holding my thighs, pulling me to the edge.
My heart pumps hard, blood running through my veins, nourishing, hardening and enlarging noticeably my virility.
"Impressive". Girlande's right hand wanders from my thighs, cupping my testicles.
"It's not at full mast yet".
She rise an eyebrow, not sure about my boastful claim. Her left palm tentatively wrapping itself around the base of my dick, squeezing it lightly.
Her touch is rough and callous, a contrast with her right, showing she is left-handed.
"I'm far from being as attractive as my youthful sister. But you are resisting a bit too much for someone preoccupied with arriving late to the Lyceum".
"I certainly am. So you better be more imaginative and give me something to keep me entertained".
The challenge is issued as i lean down, matched by Girlande merging her lips with mine.
Her brown eyes turn brighter by the interference of her green Emts, the magical senses unfastening the clasps on her Deaconess outfit, her gigantic breasts unbidden, bouncing and brushing against my thighs.
"How was it?". She asks, her plump lips shaking with hesitation. "And don't say rusty. I am painfully aware of it. My last time kissing was with my Ex Fiancé, three decades ago".
"Lucky man".
"His Father…".
It takes me a second to process the severity of what i just heard.
"He is…?".
"Dead. It was a huge scandal. «I got engaged to the son, seduced the father, forcing both to fight over me, causing the fall of a House, along mine not long after. The retaliation of their allies erasing everyone except for me and my Sister». Only your Aunt saw through the lies, fighting on my behalf…".
"You want us to stop?".
"No Vurckair. I am no longer a fragile damsel, the past sorrow and the nostalgia do not affect me anymore. I just want you to be conscious about some Houses have the Right to engage in sexual intercourse with their future in-laws".
{What?!}.
"Not every House. But in Loutharn, and more here in Clamour. «Might makes Right»".
Without further delay, Girlande opens her thick meaty lips, engulfing the bulbous glans of my cock, her slippery warmth mouth salivating, coating my shaft with her drool, leaning her head downwards.
Receiving my hardening pole, swiftly sliding over her tongue, hollowing her cheeks with her suction, steadily gobbling the entirety of my dick, reaching and surpassing the rim of her throat, broadly expanding the canal, despite it's wideness due to Girlande's overall size.
Starting slowly, i gently thrust my cock into her. She can take effortlessly four fifths of my length, holding in place her head, sinking my fingers in her brown hair.
Pushing my groin slightly further, instilling gagging noises that only manage to boil my raging excitement, dispersing my sanity, and replacing it with frantic pelvic slams.
My testicles dangle wildly, bouncing on Girlande's chin. Her eyes watering as my virility pierces further down her narrow throat, my lube facilitating the piston motion, but hindering the Deaconess's breath with the fluids of her saliva, my precum and lube mixed in a thick liquid, cramming her mouth, choking her as she gags, spilling the viscous mucous from her lips and nose, forcing her to suck me harder and swallow the lubrication.
My grunt and groans are more savage than usual, feral, primal even, turning brutal with the whimpering pleading moans of the woman serving as a tool for my pleasure.
Though she is not idly attending me, using her hands to massage her bountiful breasts, teasing her nipples with light pinches.
Happy with the angle i have access to, my pelvic speed increase, harsher and harder thrusts, forcing my thick cock into her throat.
She eagerly submits to me, relaxing as her ragged breath is cut short, interrupted by every pump of my hips, feeding her more with the prelude of the protein shake she will receive.
Hammering Girlande's head against my pelvis, her struggle augments, not stopping the slide of my dick until her nose reaches my abs, engulfing me to the hilt.
All she could do is close her eyes, but she doesn't, her glowing irises wet with tears, the droplets rolling down her cheeks, but at not point she falters, holding my gaze.
My dick continues buried in Girlande's throat, longer each time, giving less time for her to catch the labored breath she is undergoing, because i barely pull back my manhood, before slamming forth once more.
I had always enjoyed dominate others, but deep down, i know this is distinct, scaping of my own control, sensing i am losing the grasp of my Consciousness, my rationality filtered and diluted with each new cough and splutter of drool i provoke on Girlande.
Her mature face is a total mess. But i don't mind of care, limiting to pump my dick into the swollen lips of my partner, which should not be possible, her green magic and my lube should suffice to heal any damage.
Immersed in my frenzy, enjoying the docile submission of an older mature woman, who functions as a living Fleshlight, milking my cock with resolute abandon.
Both of us are totally lost in the moment, ignoring the pervy voyeur eyes of a rather cute feminine damsel with short hair, who has no idea of what is going on, but doesn't divert her gaze from the scene, deepening the red blush burning her tanned cheeks.
Gripping Girlande's head tightly, rapidly doing short thrusts, fucking her mouth, not longer pulling back farther than half an inch, barely enough for her to breath.
She is almost in the verge of passing out, specially as i roar a groan of blissful ecstasy, blasting a load of sperm down her throat, hurriedly gulped down between Girlande's ragged panting and breathless coughs.
"We have to go". I remind to Girlande, noticing our peeping lady has departed already.
"This wasn't a Fellatio". Hoarsely states the Deaconess, rubbing her neck to heal her sore throat with magic.
"True, it turned into an Irrumatio. But you take it pretty well for being «Rusty»".
"Brute, you are worst than a Barbarian. Don't make my sister undergo this treatment. Or you will suffer my wrath. If you are pent up,
i'll take care of you on her behalf"…