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The expedition camp lay hushed beneath a silver veil of moonlight. Most of the knights had long since retired to their tents, exhausted from the day’s march. Only Varka remained awake, keeping the night watch outside the command tent, his massive claymore resting against his thigh like a faithful sentinel.
That was when she came to him.
A twenty-year-old university student and daughter of the village chief, she had spent the afternoon lost in conversation with the towering captain. Every low rumble of his laughter, every steady glance from those sharp eyes had left her pulse fluttering and a strange, liquid heat pooling low in her belly. Now she stood before him in nothing but an oversized sweater and thin shorts, thighs pressed shyly together, her cheeks burning with mortification and forbidden longing.
Varka’s gaze lifted and softened the moment he saw her.
“Can’t sleep?” His voice was deep, calm, and dangerously gentle.
She shook her head, stepping inside the dimly lit tent on trembling legs. Her fingers twisted nervously in the hem of her sweater.
“Sir Varka… I…” The words came out as a shaky whisper. “Ever since this afternoon, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. My body feels… strange. Hot.”
For a moment, the powerful knight simply watched her, something dark and hungry flickering behind his composed expression. Then he set his map aside and patted his thick thigh.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Her heart hammered wildly as she obeyed, straddling the solid muscle of his leg. Varka’s large, calloused hands settled on her waist, steadying her with effortless strength.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, a hint of amusement warming his tone. “Is this your first time feeling such desire?”
She nodded, too embarrassed to speak. His hands slid beneath her sweater, slowly pushing the fabric upward until her bare breasts were exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples had already tightened into stiff, aching peaks.
“So lovely,” he breathed, voice roughening with want. “Look at these pretty nipples… already so eager for me.”
A soft whimper escaped her when his rough thumb brushed over one sensitive bud. Her body jolted.
“W-wait… it feels too intense…” she whispered.
“It’s supposed to feel good,” Varka reassured her, eyes locked on her flushed face. “Relax for me. Let me take care of you.”
He leaned in, blowing a cool breath across her nipple before enveloping the tender peak in the wet heat of his mouth. The sensation drew a broken moan from her throat. His tongue swirled slowly, then sucked with deliberate pressure while his fingers teased and pinched the other nipple, rolling it between thick digits.
Her hands clutched desperately at his broad shoulders as her hips began to move on their own, grinding her soaked core against his powerful thigh. Every pull of his mouth sent sparks of liquid pleasure straight to her aching pussy.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised against her breast, voice husky and dark. “Such a sweet, responsive little thing. Does it feel good when I suck on these pretty tits?”
She nodded frantically, biting her lip to stifle her sounds.
“Don’t hold back,” Varka growled softly, sucking harder, grazing her nipple with his teeth. “I want to hear every desperate sound my innocent college girl makes while I play with her.”
He lavished her breasts with devoted attention — licking, sucking, biting, tugging — until they were swollen, glistening with saliva, and throbbing with need. Her hips rocked faster, grinding shamelessly against his thigh as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
With one final, firm suck on her left nipple and a sharp pinch to the right, ecstasy shattered through her. She came with a choked, broken cry, trembling violently in his arms as her untouched pussy clenched and flooded her shorts with slick heat.
Varka pulled back slightly, admiring her dazed expression and glistening nipples with dark satisfaction. He kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “And that was only the beginning.”
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He lifted her effortlessly and laid her down on the thick sleeping mat. Lantern light painted warm gold across her flushed skin as he hovered above her, looking every inch the powerful predator.
“Arms above your head, sweetheart. Let me see all of you.”
She obeyed with a racing heart. Varka slowly peeled her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her glistening, virgin pussy. A low, appreciative sound rumbled in his chest.
“So pretty and wet already… just from having your nipples sucked. What a needy little thing you are.”
He spread her thighs wide and settled between them. His thick thumb traced her swollen clit, making her hips jerk sharply.
“Ah—!” She tried to close her legs, but he held them open with ease.
Varka’s eyes gleamed with lust and affection. “Don’t hide from me. This pretty clit is aching for attention.”
He teased her mercilessly — slow, lazy circles around her sensitive nub, light taps, gentle pinches — until she was whimpering and dripping onto the mat. Only when she was shaking with desperation did he ease one thick finger inside her.
The stretch drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Varka cooed softly, pumping slowly while his thumb continued tormenting her clit.
“So tight and hot… such a perfect virgin cunt. You’re squeezing my finger so sweetly.”
He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, curling them against that delicious spot inside while showering her with low, filthy praise. The pleasure built unbearably fast.
Before she could catch her breath, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth.
The moment his tongue dragged up her slit and his lips sealed around her clit, she cried out. He devoured her with ravenous hunger — licking, sucking, flicking his tongue relentlessly while two thick fingers fucked her deeper.
It was too much.
Her thighs began to quake violently. “Sir—! Stop, I’m going to— I can’t hold it—!”
Varka only growled against her soaked flesh. “Don’t fight it. Squirt for me, sweetheart. I want to taste every drop.”
He sucked hard on her clit and curled his fingers firmly against her g-spot.
She shattered.
A raw, broken scream tore from her throat as her entire body convulsed. Clear, powerful jets of her release gushed over his tongue and jaw, soaking his face and the mat beneath her. Wave after wave crashed through her as Varka continued licking and fingering her through the devastating orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she was a sobbing, twitching mess.
Only when she went completely limp did he pull back. His lower face glistened with her essence. He crawled up her body and kissed her tear-stained cheek with surprising tenderness.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice thick with pride. “You did so beautifully. Look at the delicious mess you made for me.”
She could only whimper weakly, hiding her burning face against his broad chest, body still trembling with aftershocks and undeniable craving for more.