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The training sessions with Wriothesley were never easy, but today had been particularly grueling.
The sweat trickled down your spine as you leaned against the cool stone wall of the training room, trying to catch your breath. Wriothesley, the stern and unwavering Duke of Meropide, had pushed you to your limits, and beyond.
"You're improving," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your exhausted body. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the muscles in his arms flexing under his damp shirt. His intense gaze met yours.
"Thanks to you," you replied, managing a smile despite your weariness.
He stepped closer, the proximity making your heart race faster than the intense sparring session had. "It's not just me," he said, his eyes darkening as they raked over your form. "You have strength within you. You just need to unleash it."
His words hung heavy in the air, laden with a meaning that transcended the physical training you had just endured. You had always admired his determination and unyielding spirit, but lately, those feelings had morphed into something deeper, something more primal.
"Wriothesley," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. The intensity of his gaze made it difficult to find the right words, so you opted for action instead. Stepping closer, you placed a tentative hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm.
Without another word, you climbed your tippy toes, and leaned in, pressing your lips to his.
For a moment, he didn't respond, and you feared you had crossed a line. But then his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that left you breathless.
When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, the dark haired man smirked. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he growled, his grip on your waist tightening.
"I know," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "But it's a risk I'm willing to take."
With a low growl, he captured your lips again, his kiss demanding and possessive.
You melted against him, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and something uniquely Wriothesley.
He broke the kiss abruptly, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Are you sure you want this?"
"More than anything," you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.
That was all the confirmation he needed. In a swift motion, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the nearby cot where you often rested after training. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the chiseled perfection of his body.
You couldn't tear your gaze away, your breath hitching as he crawled over you, his weight pressing you into the cot. His hands were everywhere, exploring every curve of your body with a reverence that made you ache for more. When his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.
"Wrio," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He growled in response, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver with anticipation. "Say my name again," he commanded, his voice rough with desire as his calloused hands slipped under your tank top, squeezing your breasts harshly.
"Wriothesley," you breathed, the sound of his name on your lips sending a thrill through you.
His hands moved lower, tugging at the hem of your top.
You helped him remove it, the cool air of the training room a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies. When his hands cupped your breasts again, his thumbs teasing your nipples, you arched into his touch, your moans growing louder.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. "So strong, so fierce."
You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone respond as his mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
When the Duke reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question.
"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with pure need.
With a smirk, he obliged, removing your shorts and panties in one swift motion. The cool air against your heated skin made you shiver, but the sight of Wriothesley between your legs quickly erased any discomfort.
His lips and tongue explored your stomach, gliding over the taut muscles and down to your mound. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered his mouth to your pretty pussy.
The first touch of his tongue was electric, a jolt of pleasure that had you crying out his name.
He was relentless, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive you wild.
He traced his tongue into you, flicking along your needy clit, sending waves of pleasure through your tensed body.
You moaned, trying to wiggle closer to get his tongue pressed harder against your moist folds.
Slowly, he licked you, watching you writhe and moan in pleasure, taking satisfaction in the effect he had on your body. Soon, Wriothesley began to lick faster, working you into a frenzy. Just as you teetered on the edge of orgasm, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, thrusting them hard as he suckled your bud.
Your hands clutched at the edges of the cot, your body writhing under his touch. "Wriothesley," you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure built within you. "I can't… I'm going to —"
He didn't let up, his eyes locking onto yours as he pushed you over the edge.
Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Your release came swiftly, your juices spilling onto his tongue and chin.
He eagerly lapped at you, savoring the sweet taste as you climaxed. “That’s my girl.” He held you through it, his hands soothing and grounding as you slowly came back to yourself. Before you could fully recover, he was on you again, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss.
You could taste your juices on his lips. "Wrio," you panted, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. "I need you. Now."
He groaned, the sound vibrating through you as he quickly discarded his remaining clothes. When he finally pressed against you, the feel of his hard length against your slick folds had you moaning in anticipation.
But you decided you wouldn't let him reclaim his dominance this time, as he had so many times before, whether at work, during training, or anywhere else. Wrapping your legs tightly around his hips and your arms around his neck, you summoned all your strength and rolled with him, pinning him to the mattress. You mounted him like he was a stallion, determined to take control.
Wriothesley's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he seemed taken aback, not used to having his control usurped so suddenly. But before he could protest, you silenced him with a passionate kiss, your lips melding with his in a fierce dance of desire.
You could feel his initial surprise melting away, replaced by a burning need. As you kissed him deeply, you ground your slick pussy gently against his erect member, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure through both of you.
His calloused hands found their way to your hips, gripping them with a mix of desperation and delight as he surrendered to the sensation.
The feel of him, hard and ready against your pussy, made you moan softly.
You lifted one leg, positioning yourself over him, and grabbed his thick cock to guide it into your needy hole. Slowly, you worked your way down, inch by inch, until your pussy lips reached the base of his cock. The sensation of Wriothesley filling you, stretching you, was overwhelming. You paused, savoring the feeling, before beginning to move. Leaning forward, you placed your hands on either side of his muscular shoulders for support. Your breasts hung down over him, and his hands found them like magnets, kneading the flesh gently.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, babe,” Wriothesley murmured before lifting his head slightly to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.
You started to move your pelvis up and down, gasping. “Yes, yes, yes, oh dear Archon!”
Wriothesley began to lift his pelvis in sync with yours, hitting all of the sweet, spongy spots deep within your drenched pussy.
You raised your hips together, his massive cock deep inside you, then he lowered his hips, pulling part way out of your cunny. You then lowered yourself back onto him, pushing him back in your tight hole. “Just like that, Wrio!”
He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust up to meet you. "You're incredible," he growled, his eyes locked onto yours.
The sound of your breathless moans, and the slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoing off the stone walls. There was just you and him, and no one else existed.
As his movements grew more urgent, you sensed from the way his hands tightened on your breast and hip, and from the rhythm of his thrusts that he was close to cuming. You sped up your movements, riding him harder until he gasped and stilled beneath you. You lowered your pelvis onto him, taking him as deep as you could, and watched as he surrendered to his release.
Your body trembled, your nails digging into his chest as you rode out your own waves of pleasure.
"Fuck!" Wriothesley cursed as he spilled his seed deep within you. He could feel your velvety walls spasming around his throbbing length as if trying to milk every drop of his cum.
For a long moment, you stayed there, entwined, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of your passion.
Wriothesley pulled you down into his arms, his grip firm and reassuring as you nestled against his chest, his cock still buried deep within you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
"More than okay," you replied, a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you pecked his cheek.
"Good," he said, his hands caressing your back, and moving down to playfully squeeze the meat of your ass. "Because I want to do this again. And again."
You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I wouldn't have it any other way."