In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 04

Her kisses and licks proceeded downwards, swallowing the top half of his dick with her suctioning lips before her shining eyes darted to look at him. She lifted a hand, and beckoned with a finger, whose manicured nails seemed attached as though with magic. Martin. It said, you know what to do.

He did. He took her face in his hands, feeling the warmth of her ears and the softness of her hair in his hands as he lowered her down further, forcing her to take the whole of him within her. She swallowed without complaint, a deep-throated moan rising from her lips as she licked the underside of his cock, her tongue swirling as she slurped at him, saliva being added to the potent mixture of his and her fluids upon him. He face-fucked her, his hands clenching as he used her head like a toy. She knew what he wanted, and was utterly happy to give it to him. She overwhelmed him.

She grabbed his wrists with her hands, squeezing them hard to indicate she wished him to stop for a moment. Relenting, she withdrew from him, the long inches reappearing from her cavernous mouth as she smiled through his thickness in her lips, ending with her emerging completely free. She took in a deep breath from her mouth, leaning down beneath him to allow his length to rest atop her face. At first he did not know what she was doing, till her tongue was against his base, tickling his nutsack and he realized she wished to variate the sensation.

She lapped against him, her lovely little muscle licking around, up, and down his shaft, her hands cupping at his testicles and squeezing them appreciatively; they felt as overfull as they ever had. Her hand clutched him and pulled his skin upwards, bunching it near the top. Her licks reached the basecamp of the summit of his cockhead, licking around the ring of him beneath the edgeline of his head. She remained there for a time, preparing herself for the final climb, pressing the tip of her tongue hard upon the edge and applying all the force she could muster. Her tongue darted beneath his foreskin, circling him as she palmed his slit with the center of her tongue. It reminded him so much of... the giddy smile on her face as she winked at him made him realize she was copying Yasu's tactics. Martin flashed her a knowing grin, his finger pulling a stray white lock from her face.

She reached his tip again, her tongue working his slit and depressing the top of his head before sinking down again, resuming the hard facefuck, taking him by the hands and placing them again around her cheeks. He pressed her up and down, her lips widening and compressing as each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge. He pulled her completely off of him for an instant, her mouth opening and her tongue waggling as a wild smile graced her lips before being pulled inexorably down to his base. Her tongue lapped the base of him, tickling his balls with their touch. Her hand cradled them, squeezing appreciatively as he felt a now-familiar sensation build within his body. Sensing this, she pulled off of him in one perfect, angular movement. She took him in hand, jacking him hard as she moaned, begging him to finish on her face.

He did, his urethra dilating as he felt dollops of white cum emerge and fire out across her ageless, impossibly beautiful complexion. Her left eye shut as a line of the stuff spurted itself, the wave of splooge covering the left half of her face even more. She let out a gasping cackle, seeming to be amused at the near-bestial way he coated her with his sperm. Her girlish squeal increased as he went even further; this was a more intense explosion than the first, and several sprays fired so powerfully they went past her head entirely and splattered wetly on the ground behind her sitting rear. Not to be denied, Krysella slammed her mouth down onto him again mid-squirt, hilting as her lips suctioned, her tongue thrashing as he passed her tonsils and injected himself directly down the gullet of this godly creature whose burning eyes and lust filled smile had bewitched him to the point of coital madness. She pulled off of him, her hand immediately going to her face as she whisked the lines of pearlescence with her perfect nails, spreading the seminal love onto her fingers and licking them clean. She let out a deep sigh as she engorged herself, her free hand rubbing hard against her clit to further stimulate herself. Martin used the momentary lull in sexual attention to try to catch his breath. She didn't give him much time to recover.

No sooner was Krysella done with her meal then she leapt upon him on the dais, draping herself over his body like a blanket of womanhood. She asserted herself fully, her nips and kisses and bites crisscrossing his chest, his neck, the bend of his shoulder. He did his best to reciprocate, pulling her head to his as they kissed deeply. Martin's eyes fluttered as he realized he was losing control. How fortunate then, that she had already completely lost it.

Time became a nonentity. They fucked upon the dais: Krysella took him by the shaft and aligned herself against him, sharpening his hardness into her as she sank down, using his spread body as a mattress to balance her lust upon like the point of a pin. She gyrated on that place of true north: the direction they were both driving mindlessly towards. She sat above him, her body shifting and swaying in the light like a mirage of every beautiful thing that had lived. Her face turned down to look at him as her eyes were twin flames of violet vivaciousness. Martin's hands were against her hips, clutching that wonderful physicality of her rear as she pushed herself against him. She kept up for a long time, before finally falling forward atop him, clutching at his chest as she whispered nothing of substance into his bare chest, Martin himself babbling whispers of love into her hair as he inhaled and smelled her otherworldly charm.

They switched positions, Martin standing on shaky legs as Krysella leaned back upon the dais. She bent her form across the holy stone, her arms behind her as she cried out wordless adoration to the heavens. She turned this way and that as Martin held her by her spread thighs and shoved himself deeply within her, his head touching something deep within her as she held his face to hers, their eyes locked like lightning to its focal point. Her legs were above her, swaying in the air as they formed a point, her toes curling as Martin made love to her like a maiden at her first bedding. They clutched to one another, the thrusts hard and fast yet deep and sensual, each muscle contraction a reciprocation of mutual devotion.

Krysella led him by the hand, her body swaying in a supremely feminine fashion as she sat him down atop the front pew of her congregation, leaping atop him so swiftly that he was balls-deep within her before Martin ever had time to even cry out. The wood rattled and the sound of smacking, slapping flesh intensified in the echoing chamber of the room. Their voices were a ceaseless repetition of soaring altitudes and crushing, clenching squeals. They swallowed each other's voices in their mouths, their chests pressing together so tightly they truly became a beast with two backs. To try to discern where male ended and female began was an impossible task. They were one, indivisible. Her legs were around his back, his hips were her seat, his arms her support to rest her face against his shoulder.

After an indeterminable number of finishes, she stood up off him on the pew, pulling him by the hand into her arms, their standing embrace as passionate as any before it. Their lips were a melded thing, kissing each other, biting lips, suckling against her neck as she cooed and ran her fingers through his hair. Martin's eyes were shut, so enshrouded by everything that was she that the visuals no longer mattered. Only sensation. He felt like he was floating, like he was drifting into the air and leaving the very ground with the sexual heights he was reaching... And then, as if matching his own thoughts, he literally was.

Finally opening his eyes, Martin looked down. As if in a dream, he watched with almost mystical indifference as he saw the pews and the dais and their clothes and the whole world beneath him and her, insignificant facets of what was the window dressing to their love. Their bodies hung together above it, sparkles and candlelight surrounding them as they stared at one another. Had he had his wits about him, the Martin that was the Prince might have shouted out, or asked a question, or begged to come down to the ground.

He didn't. The Martin that was just a man did not care. All he saw was this thing, this perfect, beautiful creature with blushing face and burning eyes, with white, gossamer hair and a body that called to him in a way he did not understand in any way other than an instinctual level. In that deep moment, staring at her, he saw for some reason the image of grey eyes, of a stoic demeanor cracking beneath the touch of another. Of a name called out at night in his mind a thousand times in the past, finally being answered by another's tremulous reply. "All just names." He whispered softly, leaning forward and capturing her lips again against his own. She put her hand against his face, her other guiding his manhood against her femininity yet again. She was sex; she was concentrated starlight; she was the burning need within him, to love something so completely that you forget who you are without them.

They came together, lips and lips, penis and vagina, hand to hip, arm around shoulder. Skin to skin, soul to soul. Their hearts beat like metronomes together, hanging above the holy place, committing an act so sacred to being that it dared not touch the ground, for fear of contaminating the experience. When Krysella cried out and clutched him to her, Martin followed suit, their bodies responding to the affection that truly informed the act of placing one's genitalia against another's. As that final, penultimate burst of lust trembled across them, they looked into one another's eyes, sparks firing into the air, making it seem like they were making love surrounded by stars, in the void of the sky. "I..." Martin tried to say, to put into words the thing he had experienced, his body still shooting within her, but forgotten in the act of seeing her eyes locked to his. She put a finger to his lips. Words were not worthy of this moment.

It didn't matter. As they drifted to the ground, soaked in each other's bodily fluids and bodies attuned to one another to such an extent that they were utterly spent, the two alighted back upon the ground, at the exact spot where they had begun, their clothes strewn about each other as they held each other close, their kisses gentle presses of the lips. She tilted her head back, letting him lower against her as the kiss lasted for what felt like a lifetime. It was Martin who at last, exhausted, pulled back from that heavenly touch. Krysella smiled at him. They stayed together, their arms intertwined as they stood together, closer than clothing to each other's skin.

"Thank you for praying with me, my son." She said, deadly serious, but tender beyond words. Her hand stroked his cheek affectionately. She looked as unperturbed by their sensual session of sex as though it had never happened. Only the bright, shining hue of her eyes told of her true feelings. "You are your parent's successor. Little Moiraine didn't think you were ready for me." She laughed, so warmly and genuinely that Martin joined in. "She was wrong."

A thought occurred to Martin. "Have you and mother..."

Krysella flashed a smile. "She is the only other one in this Castle who knows who I truly am." Her violet eyes stared meaningfully at him. "What do you think?"

The thought of Queen Moiraine in passionate coitus with Krysella was an enticing image. "What was it like with her?"

"I have known that girl since she was a child, betrothed to your father. After he passed we... bonded." Her sultry gaze told him just what that meant.

"We should speak together more often, Martin. I would very much like to spend time with you again. We need not always simply worship one another like this." She let out a pleasant, jovial laugh, "I need to get out of this stuffy church more, anyways."

"What..." He shook his head, "What happens now?" Martin was so pleasantly shaken by the experience he didn't even know what to say.

"You become the man you think you aren't." She said laughing at the Prince's dazed look, "You shouldn't be afraid of yourself, Martin. Whenever you begin to doubt, whenever the rigors of life drag you to a depth you think you cannot escape from, remember today. Remember the starlight we shared."

"Krysella." He said, tilting her chin with his hand and kissing her again. "I'll never-"

The door to the Church banged open, cutting off whatever Martin had been about to say. Yasu stood in the doorway, stepping with barely contained agitation as she strode purposefully into the room. "My Prince!" She shouted, her voice on the very edge of outright anger, "You were supposed to be tutoring with Aveline an hour ago! Prayer is important, but this is excessive! What is-" She stopped short halfway up the aisles, her gaze shifting left and right as she uncomprehendingly took in the cum-soaked area around the dais, sticky floors, and utterly trashed pews. Her jaw dropped as she saw the uncanny and odd sight of a stark naked pair of lovers standing at the front, caught within each other's arms and coated in sexual fluids. It was a mess.

Her face turned so red Martin thought she might suffer a brain aneurysm. Her rage was so evident that her hand shook on the pommel of her blade as she strode double-time across the aisle and leapt up onto the front of the church. "Martin!" She shouted, her voice containing a note of hysteria in it. "Did you-"

Martin held up his hands, stepping towards her with his naked body and fifth limb swinging freely. "Yasu, wait, I can explain-"

"-You laid with the High Priestess?!" She was so high pitched Martin winced at the sound of it. She had never sounded so shocked and horrified. Yasu looked like she was about to attack him. "I can't- what is wrong with you, boy?" The way she said 'boy' made Martin feel as small as an ant. He held his hands out to her, his heart still pounding and his breath still empty from what he had just experienced.

"Yasu-" He said, wishing nothing more than to tell her, to make her understand. The Priestess preempted him, however. Gently pushing him aside, she stepped forward between Martin and Yasu, walking at her with a stride that had Yasu been prepared for it would have indicated a clear act towards her.

"Y-your Holiness, I am so sorry for his-" She started to say, before Krysella took her by her face, pulling the taller woman down to her level as she shoved her lips as hard against her as she'd done with Martin in the deepest moment of their connection. "Mmmph?!" Taken utterly aback, Yasu stood there, her hands gradually dropping to her sides. Her arms hung, bonelessly, as she took in the whole of the kiss that enshrouded her.

Martin was so surprised he stepped towards her, afraid something had happened. "What did you-" He started to say, but then he saw it: the slumping of Yasu's back, the curl of her toes against her sandals as her whole body tensed and shivered. He watched Yasu's eyes roll up into her head as she twitched and came, a copious stream of girlish liquid trailing down her leg as she quivered in the worked up woman's grasp.

Krysella held her there for a few moments more, Yasu's full-body orgasm rocking across her multiple times as the whole of Martin and the Priestess' pent up passion shot through her all at once. When she at last pulled away, Yasu stumbled away from her, her voice leaving her completely save for a low, womanly whine as she put a hand against the podium to steady herself. Her eyes continued to flutter, her back hunched as she gasped in air. Her legs were dripping with her own sexuality, trembling in an unsteady stance.

"My, my." Krysella said, sounding amused, standing next to her. Her voice was low, as if to keep Martin from listening, despite the fact that he could still hear. The Priestess' eyes trailed to him as she spoke to Yasu, "Aren't you the frisky one? If only your little love knew, hm?" She teased, turning back to Martin and winking. "I don't think you'll be in trouble today, Martin."

"...What did you show her?" He asked, remembering her own hallucinatory kiss against his lips.

"I 'showed' her exactly what she's always wanted." She replied, smiling. "Starlight."