The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15

... back the way she had come from. Jörg cursed and let the Cincuman go, then followed Valeriya promptly. “Wait up lassie!” He caught up with her quickly enough. “Can’t let you go off all by yourself in this condition.” He hooked his left arm around her slim waist. “Let me help you upstairs.” Pounding wenches will always prevail over punching runts. Valeriya lowered her face to hide her smirk. ’Tis an eternal verity. Straw haired Jörg—who was taller than Valeriya’s lithe, dancer’s form by at least 6 inches—led her halting person carefully up the stairs and through the first unlocked door he could find. He had, rather shrewdly, grabbed a thick candle from a table downstairs, and guided by its yellow light, he led her to the double bed. He set the candle down on the bedside table. “Are you going to fuck me, Jan?” Valeriya murmured, still keeping up the drunken pretense. Of course you are! “It’s Jörg!” He almost snapped, then continued with a smoother tone—he didn’t want to upset her now, “And oh aye lassie, oh aye. That is, if that is your wish also.” But he wasn’t waiting around for her approval—he was already untying the laces of his breeches. Valeriya didn’t mind. She had already decided to fuck him anyway. She was just taunting him with the names to see how he reacted. The beautiful blonde unbuckled her sword belt and set her scabbarded sword down, leaning from the bedside table. Jörg—who had already stepped out of his breeches—was watching her, and stroking his substantial, ...

... semi-hard trouser snake to erection. She had picked wisely, the boy was hung . Valeriya wanted to suck on it for a while, but feared she’d hurl the contents of her stomach if she gagged on it in her current mead-filled condition. Valeriya crooked her arms behind her back and unhooked the clasp of her bikini top. Then slid the loosened top off along her arms and discarded it on the bed behind her, revealing her large breasts to the Alfelder, who grunted in appreciation. Valeriya scrutinized his phallus; at least 8 inch long and 2 inch wide—it was just what she was looking for. The trim blonde lay back on the bed without breaking her lustful gaze from the healthy manhood, and pulled back her legs, exposing her mail-clad pussy. Have at it, then. Jörg curled his fingers around the thin leather straps on either side of her hips and pulled the bikini bottom up and off her long, shapely legs and booted feet. Then he stepped in between her legs. Valeriya was lying on her back with her ass on her edge of the bed. Jörg took her right knee in his left hand and pushed it back, opening her bald pussy to him. He took his heavy dong in his right hand and smacked her juicy nether lips with it. Valeriya moaned in pleasure and he smacked her again. “Yes… slap my pussy,” she moaned. Valeriya had a beautiful, almost-virginal looking pussy—plump and juicy outer lips, with nothing but the clitoral hood just about managing to protrude from between them. Encouraged, he kept slapping away at her moist ...