Author: Scytha Title: Paladin of Sune Universe: D&Dish Summary: This is a story of a Paladin of Sune and a special feature of her armour that combined with a sacred out leads to an interesting meeting with a fellow traveller. Content: MF. Oral. Anal. Exhibitionism. Fantasy. WARNING, the following is a erotic story if you for some reason, (legal, cultural, divine)is not allowed to read such filth make sure you don't get caught now or stop reading until it is safe. Comment: Sune (pronounced Soo-nee I have been told) is sort of an "official" god from FR or D&D. Don't know which really. She really is a goddess of love and beauty and a matron god of prostitutes. However, the story about her I have made up myself. I have no idea if it's true to the "official" version of Sune. This is not cannon and I don't care that it's not because the creative liberties I've taken makes for a better story. 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Only a few brassieres scattered around the few intersections lighted the way. Suddenly a drunken beggar staggered out from the shadows and blocked my path. His clothes were filthy and threadbare. His hair and beard thick and tangled and had probably not been washed for years. What skin I could see was covered in a several layers of grime. He smelled strongly from liquor, which were fortunate since beneath the liquor smell he just smelled, period. "You a paladin of, watcha name, Sune?" He blurted out. "Yes, I am, sir," I answered politely according to the code. Now before I continue let me introduce myself. My name is Tania Reynn and I'm like I said a Paladin of Sune. Sune is the pantheon's goddess of love and pleasure. The priestesses in her temples provide guidance in questions concerning love and they bless marriages to keep them forever full of love. They also provide pleasure for anyone who desires so after they made a sacrifice in the temple. This has led to that Sune also is the matron of the ladies of the night. As a paladin of Sune I worship her in her aspect as the liberator and warrior. When Vur the patriarch the pantheon and the other male gods imprisoned the female goddesses and made them their slaves, they overlooked to imprison Sune since she already gave them what they wanted, pleasure. When Sune heard about the atrocities the male gods performed on the female gods she became filled with fury. She borrowed her sister Dusk's, goddess of war and hunting, armour and spear. Armed and armoured Sune fought for and freed her sister goddesses. She then in her wrath sought out Vur to take revenge. The two fought for a long time but Sune eventually lost. Vur threw her down on the ground; tearing off her armour he then proceeded to rape her. As she was speared on Vur's member Sune realized that the reason she had lost was because when trying to take revenge she had lost her righteous cause and that Vur was in his right to take her since it would grant him pleasure. Love and pleasure was what her body had been created for after all. When her duty wasn't to fight for what's right, it was to grant pleasure. To symbolize and honour that insight, the paladins of Sune`s sanctified plate armour have a feature that have made us famous or infamous depending on your view. "Is it true that you people walk around with your cunt on display?" the drunk asked bluntly. "Yes it is, sir," I answered truth fully, even though I winched at his choice of word. "Well can I see?" He more demanded than asked. "Of course, sir." I said and removed the sash I had tied around my waist so it covered the front of my waist and legs. The drunk beggar's eyes almost popped out of his head when the sash was pulled away. Were on a normal full plate armour there would have been a reinforced codpiece there were nothing. Framed by steel, my naked crotch made a triangle of flesh. My pussy with its trimmed blonde hair was proudly displayed. I wasn't the least embarrassed by removing the sash and the drunk's unhidden staring at my most private body part didn't bother me. My pussy is what defines me as a being and represent my faith to Sune. I would proudly walk around displaying it for the whole world to see and I do except when I come to a city or a town. Then I wear the sash around my waist for modesty. Other peoples modesty that is, because I know that my bare sex could offence among people who isn't devoted followers of Sune. However, I happily will show it for anyone that asks The reason is our armour reveals our groin is two fold. The first is by displaying our pussies paladins of Sune declares for the world that we are servants and followers to Sune, better than any heraldic motive on a tabard or shield could ever do. The second reason is a practical one. In following the story of Sune the warriorness and her eventually defeat in the hands of Vur, we paladins of Sune have pledged an oath that if we are ever defeated in combat we will let our subjugator ravish us, just like Sune was ravished by Vur. Walking around with the groin removed from our armour both give our opponents a promise what they will get if they win and if they should actually win we don't have to struggle out of a suite of armour for them to fuck us. Of course, the first reason is the official one. The second is told in the novices dormitories in our order's barracks. Now malicious slanderers say that the fate of a Paladin of Sune is to be raped. My answer to that is that they are completely right. Eventually every paladin of Sune will lose a fight and if we live through it, our bodies will be ravished for the pleasure of the victor. Personally, I can't wait. Then I will finally serve Sune in her true aspect as goddess of love and pleasure. I was pulled back from my thoughts and flinched when the beggar gingerly reached out and touched my mound. I wasn't happy about having his dirty fingers pawing me between my legs but I didn't pull back. Instead, I spread my legs a little for better access. If the drunk derived some sort of pleasure from fingering me it was my duty to Sune to provide it. His fingers brushed through the neat blonde bush on my mound and continued over my nether lips. He spread them, letting the tips of his fingers rub up and down my sensitive inner folds. I stifled a groan but could not keep from flinching again when his dirty fingernails scratched me painfully. His index and middle fingers played over my hole before he roughly pushed them up my tunnel. This time I failed to hold back a cry of pain when he forced his fingers up my dry passage. It was obvious that he had some knowledge of female anatomy since after he had manage to bury the fingers to his knuckles; he mashed my love bud with his thumb, grinding it painfully. I bit myself in the lip to keep from crying out again but he probably believed he was giving me pleasure. I willed my pussy to become wet or rather I wished it. Thankfully, my body soon responded to his finger fucking and my juices started to flow. Providing some desperately needed lubrication and relieving some of the pain. "You like that?" the drunk asked me. "If it pleases you," I answered surprised over how calm my voice was. The drunk's eyes were riveted on my pussy and his hand that was playing with it. Myself I was trying not to look at either my own groin or the beggars face but a sharp pain when he accidentally jabbed his nails in to the walls of my tunnel made me look down. I noticed how he was inconspicuously trying to rub his crotch with his free hand without me noticing. "Sir, in the name of Sune, if you want to pleasure yourself, go right ahead and take it out and do so," I told him. The drunk look up at me in surprise for a moment. Then he broke out in a wide grin revealing black rotten teeth. With his free hand he quickly yanked lose the rope he were using as a belt, letting his trousers fall down around his ankles. He grabbed his hard cock in his fist and begun rubbing it up and down in rhythm with the finger fucking he was giving me. He continued with this for less than a minute before asking the question I had been waiting for. "Well, me'darling, how about a fuck?" "I'm sorry, sir but I have given a holy oath that only those who defeats me in a trail of arms may use my body for their pleasure." I explain. I'm ashamed to admit that I actually thanked Sune for not having to sleep with him. "Oh," he said disappointed but I didn't even manage to count to ten before the follow up question I was expecting came. "Then how about a suck?" He asked. "I'm sorry, sir but the oath apply for all my orifices." "Oh," this time it had more disappointment in it than before. He continued to masturbate while fingering me for a couple of minutes. Even though I wasn't allowed to sleep with him, this was probably the most intimate contact with a woman the drunk had had for years. I was very happy to be providing it. He suddenly spoke. "Since I'm taking care of your cunt with my fingers, wouldn't you be so kind to use your fingers to take care of me?" Unintentionally the drunk had found the loophole in my oath. While my orifices were reserved for those who defeated me, I was free to give pleasure with my hands. I wasn't happy about having to jerk this drunk off but then I wasn't happy about this whole situation. I took comfort in the knowledge that I would be doing the sacred work of Sune by masturbating him. "Of course I will sir," I answered him. I reached down with my hands and grasped his hard, yet smooth cock. I began stroking his shaft up and down rhythmically while with the other I played gently with his balls. After just few minutes the drunk moaned and I felt the first hot spurt of his sperm hit my hand. Quickly, almost by instinct I aimed his cock at my pussy so the following jets hit my mound, covering it with white warm jism. Sune's sacred text states that a man's cum has to end up in one of the female's orifices or on her breasts. Both my breasts and my butt was encased in metal and there were no way in hell I was going to drop to my knees and take the spurts on my face and in my mouth. Not that I dislike when a man cums on my face or in my mouth. I still remember with fondness those times when I was still a novice and Sune yet had to chose me as her paladin, when I were helping out in the temple. As a nearly appointed novice, not even an oiled neophyte, I had only been allowed to serve those that came in for a quick blessing and after a small donation was granted the simplest of pleasures. Naked in all my glory I had stood besides the high bunk where the worshippers lay. With my hands I had massaged them, first to readiness then to completion. I remember how the little bell they rang when they neared their peak sounded. When I heard it, I had to bend over them with my face over their waist, holding their glands aim just centimetres from my open mouth and receive their eruption. Every time it had happen I had prayed to Sune, thanking her for giving me the fortune of being the one who the man beneath me was honouring with his seed. Even though it wasn't allowed my quick and nimble tongue often cleaned their shaft after the service and more than once it had been my hot mouth that brought them to their peak. Of course, in the temple I had washed the worshippers' crotches carefully with rose water before the service. The beggars crotch had probably not seen water for several years and the thought of holding my face and especially my nose less than a couple a feet's from it made me shiver. The feeling of his hot heavy streams hitting my pussy made me shiver from pleasure instead of disgust. I prayed shortly to Sune taking her for granting her two subjects pleasure. Then when he was over his peak and finished his eruption, I quickly cleaned him with my sash and sent him on the way. Next, I wiped his seed of my pussy with the sash before once again draping it modestly around my waist. I managed to get back to the inn, outside which I had talked to its owner booking a room just after I got into town, without any more incidents. Opening the door and stepping in I entered a large common room that was almost in-distinctively from hundreds of taverns around the lands. A huge fireplace in one wall, a number of tables, chairs and benches scattered around the room and a big bar along the wall opposite of the fireplace. Only five or six hard drinking locals were still in the tavern. As I said, the town was more like a farming village and most followed the daily pace set by the sun. Everyone turned towards the door when they heard it open and saw me walk in. The moment they spotted me, I knew that the same thing that always happens would happen here too. First came the question that determined my identity. "You the paladin of Sune, Olav has told us about?" One of the anonymous guests implored. "Yes," I replied as I always do. Next came the demand. "Let us see you cunt then," some other anonymous guest told me. Then finally came the show. I moved the sash out of the way, widening my stance so that I gave the room the best possible view of my groin. The whole room became silent. The only sounds that could be heard were the homely burning of the fire. Every single soul in the room was staring between my legs. Consuming the sight of my pussy, all swollen and puffy from the rough treatment it had just received. After a minute or so, the inn keeper cleared his throat. "That will be enough of that, miss. Your room is ready. If you walk up the stairs it's at the end of the corridor." He said and I followed his request letting the sash fall back covering me. "You go up there and get settled and I'll come up with your dinner. After you eaten I can bring up hot water for washing, if it's to your satisfaction." "Yes, thank you, very much so." I answered politely and walked up to my room. When he brought me my food, he told me that he would come up with the bath water as soon as the last guest left. No more than half an hour later he came back with two buckets full of steaming water. He poured them in a small tub he lifted down from a pin on the wall. He made two more trips before the tub was full. After he finished emptying the last bucket I paused from tidying away my belongings and turned towards him. "If you want you may stay and watch me bath and pleasure myself. Afterwards I'd happy to take care of your hardness with my hands and let you finish in my mouth," I offered before finishing what I was doing. It's an offer I make to inn keepers most of the time I stay at an inn. It honours Sune but I have also noticed that I do not have to part with so much of my gold the next morning. The innkeeper just stood there silently slowly watching me while he considered my offer. There was quite a lot of me to watch. I had already started undressing. The only thing I still had on me was a thin tunic that ended just above my waist. The material in the tunic was so sheer that you could easily see my small firm breast with their hard pointy nipples. My whole body was well toned from my training and fighting. The only thing that I never manage to firm up was my cute butt. No matter how much exercise I got, it always retained its soft full feminine curves. I made sure to give him a show, moving around the room so he could see me from all angles. I even made a point of bending forward in front of him so could see my buttocks spread, revealing my small, brown puckered hole and my moist pussy beneath it. After a couple of minutes I turned towards him again. His eyes were riveted on my body. Droplets of sweat banded together on his forehead and I could see his hardness straining his britches. "So will you stay?" I asked. The innkeeper let out a deep sigh before he answered. "No I better not. My Griselda, my wife is expecting me and she takes care of all my needs" "Are you sure?" I said and lifted my tunic over my head giving him a nice view of my full naked breasts. I was now so wet myself that if he changed his mind and told me to fuck him, I would have jumped him, ripped his clothes off and raped him on the spot, regardless of my sacred vows. He let out another deep sigh. "Yes, I'm quite sure. I bid you good night, my lady." He told me and left the room. After he left I prayed to Sune for her to bless the innkeeper and his wife with many moments of shared pleasure and to keep their obviously strong love for each other burning until the end of their lives. I slipped down in the tub. The water was almost scolding hot and my whole body felt flushed by the heat. Now it was my turn to let out a deep sigh. I just sat there for a moment letting the warm water relax my weary muscles and pulling the fatigue out from my limbs. Slowly I began massaging my neck, then my arms with my hands. I moved over to my breast, caressing them and playing with my stiff nipples. Then I rubbed my way down my stomach and onto my legs. I kneaded my way along my thighs from my knees towards my crotch. When I reached it I sent another prayer up to Sune before plunging my fingers up my hungry pussy. I almost came right then and there and I knew that it would been only the first of many orgasms I would honoured Sune with that night. Like the rest of the town, I got out of bed at the break of the day. After a quick breakfast, I gathered up my things and headed for the blacksmith to see if he had figured out why my horse had become lame the previous day. He sure had. When I arrived, he was busy nailing a new shoe on the lame leg on my steed. The problem had been that the old shoe had become lose and a sharp pebble had got stuck underneath it, hurting the horse. By removing the shoe and the offending pebble, the steed was once again fit and ready for anything. After paying the blacksmith and buying some supplies, I left the town with in an hour after getting out of bed. The first thing I did after passing through the town gates was removing the sash around my waist. I don't want to cause offence but when I don't have to worry about it, I want the world to see who I am. I followed the imperial high way for a couple of hours until I came to fork in the road. A small neglected road branched off the highway. As a paladin of Sune, I have sworn to protect the weak and defenceless. The highway runs between fortified, prosperous towns and cities, and it patrolled by cavalry to keep robbers and raiders away. So I know that along the highway I would not find the kind of people it was my duty to help. Therefore, I took the neglected road out into nowhere. After that I let my horse chose the way whenever the road we were on branched off. I had faith that Sune would guide me to where I was needed without me interfering. Around noon, the road I was riding along was nothing more than a small forgotten trail, going through a sparse bush forest. My stomach was growling and I was looking for a spot to stop and have lunch when I saw smoke rising not far ahead. "Looks like someone else is having lunch," I told my horse, "think they let us join them?" The smoke cheered me up. I wouldn't have bothered with a fire myself and eaten my lunch cold. This meant I would get a warm meal and after being on the road as much as I have, you learn to appreciate warm food. I spurred my steed into a faster pace toward the smoke. A couple of minutes later I rode into a small clearing the trail passed through. The smoke came from a camp-fire of to one side of the clearing underneath a huge oak tree. A large warhorse, similar to my own steed stood tied up to the tree. An equally large man stood in front of the camp-fire. He was dressed in brown leathers and wore a dirty breastplate but despite the grim on it, it looked well taken cared of without a speck of rust. A steel helmet covered his head except for his face and his steel gauntleted hands held a huge great axe. A sword hung from his belt and I could see a small round shield leaned against the oak. He was obvious a warrior of some sort, probably a mercenary. From his large features and square jaw combined with the greenish tint of his skin, I would also have guessed that he had some orc blood running through his veins. He stood tense and looked at me suspiciously. "Greetings, I bring friendship to this camp," I said in the traditional way of greeting between travellers. Upon hearing my words, the man visually relaxed and he face broke out into a grin. "Hello to you. My name is Hungar and you are welcome to share my camp with me," he offered. "I'm mighty glad to have company. Haven't seen a friendly face in two weeks and a female one in twice that time." I dismounted and Hungar saw my bare groin for the first time. He took it better than most men. He didn't look startled or surprised. His only reaction that I could see was that he raised his eyebrows a little. That and his eyes got riveted to my crotch. I unconsciously spread my legs a little to provide a clearer view before I lead my steed to the oak, tying it up next to Hungar's. "So you are a paladin of Sune, the goddess of love and pleasure," he asked rhetorical. "That's correct," I answered with a smile, rhetorical question or not. "Then you wouldn't mind giving me some pleasure? As I said it's more than a month since I last saw a woman, and she wasn't very inclined to get my rocks off, if you know what I mean." "I do." I said and walked up to him. "And I would love to help you but I'm sorry I can't." "Why not?" "Because I have sworn an oath only give my body to the ones that best me in a feat of arms" "So if a man beat you he is allowed to fuck you?" Hungar asked. "Yes," I answered. I knew then and there that he would challenge me. I would not mind if he did since such a fight wouldn't lead to bodily harm for either of us. In fact the thought of what he would do if he won exited me. "That simple, huh," he told me. I never saw the blow coming. Suddenly one of his gauntlets connected with my jaw and I were flying backwards. Then darkness. The ache in my jaw woke me up. I was lying on my back near the fire and I quickly notice that my hands were tied together. I couldn't been out for long because Hungar was just finishing undressing. When he saw that I was a wake he kneeled down beside me and held a knife against my throat. As a paladin of Sune I'm used to people staring at my crotch, this time however it was I who were staring. Hungar was big. Seeing his cock made me sure he was a half orc, they are famous for their size in that department. Of course, he wasn't the same size as a mule like the rumours claim but he was a couple of inches longer than a normal man and twice as thick. "I defeated you so now you got to fuck me," He told me. "You sucker punched me. You are supposed to challenge me to a duel and then beat me." "Never mind the how', I still won." "You cheated!" I protested. "Hey, all's fair in love and war. And this is definitively a case of love and war. I might sucker punched you but I still beat you in a feat of arms, so your oath says you have to give me your body." "It's wrong." "Right or wrong, as I see it you have two choices. One, admit that I defeated you and give yourself to me freely. Or two, claim that I sucker punched you and I'll rape you anyway." Hungar explained. "I honestly don't think that many would see the difference between your options but the second can be a lot more unpleasant." I really didn't have a choice but broadly seen you could say that he defeated me so my oath did actually apply. Anyway, I never really was the kind of girl who objected to a good fuck. "Why not," I said and held up my bound hands. With a quick flick of his wrist he cut the bonds. "I knew a devotee of Sune couldn't turn down a fuck," Hungar said as he climbed on top of me. I spread my legs as much as possible the armour let me and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. The feeling of his cock rubbing up and down my slit and the thought of it inside me got my juices flowing. Nevertheless, I was still dry when he pushed half of his big cock up my pussy and I cried out in pain and again a moment later when he pushed the rest in. For the first few thrusts, I groaned in pain but then my juices had lubricated me enough for the pain to go away and my groans turned into moans of pleasure. As he felt the passage in and out going smother from my juices, he began jack hammering away. I quickly realized that this wasn't a case of me getting fucked, it was a case of me assisting with masturbation. His main purpose was clearly to get off and he didn't care about me while he did it. Can't blame the poor sod really. If it was true what he said, that he hadn't had female company for over a month, I was just happy to help him cum. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it or that I hadn't a mind blowing orgasm when he started to pump my pussy full of sperm. My oath prevents me from having sex as often as I would want and in my case it had been over six months since the last time I had a cock inside of me. He didn't last long, but then these kinds of fucks never do. After just a few minutes he began to cum. His eruption inside of me triggered my own climax and we yelled out our pleasure in chorus. When we both had finished Hungar just collapsed on top of me. If I hadn't wearing my armour I would have been crushed. "Feeling better now?" I asked him. "You have now idea." "Good, then you wouldn't mind getting off me. You're kind of heavy." I told him, making him burst out in laughter. Though, he did get off me after he finished laughing. "Why don't you get out of that armour while I fix lunch. I'm not done with you yet." He said and started preparing a dead rabbit I hadn't seen until then. This is a grey area in our oath. Does the oath mean that our subjugator can use our bodies once and that's it or does it say that they are allowed to use us until they tire of us. Since it doesn't say anything concrete most of us paladins just follow our own heads. Of course, often the situation dictates a lot but personally I follow my gut feeling. If they are nice and pleasant I gladly give them a second or even third round. If they are the opposite I generally try to get away after I have performed my duty to the oath. Then they are those few exceptions that I'm happy to let them use me until they need a divine intervention to get hard again and that includes rest periods. Hungar I felt belonged to the latter class. It was with a smile I began unbuckling the straps that held up my armour. I made my undressing into a show, bending and turning, stretching and flexing, making sure he saw everything from every angle. When I folded and put down my last piece of clothing, Hungar had a raging hard on. While I've been stripping Hungar had skinned and prepared the rabbit. He was threading it on to a stick as I walked up to him and knelt down beside him. "Now you tend to the food while I tend to the cook," I said and a deep breath later, I had the purple helmet of his cock in my mouth. He had that lovely musky taste and smell of man that always gets me so exited. I could also taste faint traces of our combined juices from our earlier tryst, which made it even better. My jaw still ached slightly from his blow and having to accommodate his large girth didn't make things better but I ignored it. I wasn't going to let anything spoil this blowjob for me. I bobbed my head up and down his pole, taking as much as I could in my mouth and keeping tongue busy licking all over the head and shaft. My hands were busy too by caressing and stroking his balls and the part of his cock I couldn't fit in my mouth. Now and then I took a pause from the sucking so I could lick on his balls and the rest of the shaft. Hungar just leaned back, slowly turning the rabbit over the fire and enjoyed my oral skills. After a minute or so I felt a hand cupping one of my breasts and playing it for a moment before move onwards along my back to my ass. There it fondled my cheeks a little before dipping down between my legs to my hot, wet spot. Goddess, I do love a considerate partner. When his fingers filled my moist tunnel, I forgave him for sucker punching me. Men that care about finger fucking me when I blow them can have all kinds of personality flaws and I'll still love them. Though the mini climaxes it gives me kind of throws me out of rhythm. After a couple of minutes I decided that it was time for me to try and deep throat him. I was by now used to him inside my mouth and his cock was wet enough to provide ample lubrication. Still I knew that with his size, it would be hard to accomplish and I wasn't completely sure I could do it. Think I'm whining a lot about something you expect all girls can do from birth? Then you try to show an unlubricated broom handle down you're throat and we'll see how much you enjoys that. I took a pause from the sucking and pulled up to take a couple of deep breaths. Then I took him in my mouth and slowly started to ease the head down my throat. It went down without any trouble but as soon as I tried to take a little more I almost started to gag. I quickly pulled up and just sucked him normally before trying again. This time it went better. I got it down a couple of inches before my throat told me to take it easier. Which I did for a couple of seconds before trying again but every time I did I almost started to gag. If it something I've learned about deep throating, it's not to rush it. If I let the muscles slowly get used to it, they will eventually think it's a natural occurrence and won't complain when they have to let even large cocks pass. So I went back to sucking him in a normal way, now and then deep throating him to the depth I so far manage to for awhile before trying again. Now I manage to get about another inch down though as soon as I tried to get a little more down I burst out in a major bout of gagging. Almost dry heaves. I quickly pulled up but not completely out of my throat. I left a little more than the head in until the gagging subsided. It's a little trick I've learned. It lets the muscles get used to a foreign object fast but it isn't very pleasant. As soon as I stopped gagging, I pulled him out completely from my mouth. I took several deep breaths to calm my throat and stomach and to compose myself. While I did that I looked up at Hungar. When he saw me watching him he smiled and nodded encouraging to me, though he probably done plenty of smiling before, most men do when they are inside my mouth. Now let me tell you something, Hungar did exactly the right thing by just allowing me to take my time to get it down. Some bastards when I try to deep throat them tries to help by grabbing my head and push me down on them when I run into trouble. It does the trick but as soon as they let go they can forget about ever entering my throat again. Hungar's way is much better. By letting me decide how much I want to take and how fast it's nice for me too. And if my partner lets me enjoy it, I want him to enjoy it in return, often spurring me to try to take all of his cock down my throat. After catching my breath I tried again and now it didn't give me any problems. I managed to get almost all of it down, only a little more of than an inch was outside my mouth when I reached my limit. I wanted to take that too but my oesophagus was sending my clear signals that any more and I wouldn't like it. Of course, I knew that I could take that final inch if Hungar forced my head down on it but, hey, I wanted this to be pleasant for me to. When I didn't have any more trouble by deep throating him I really could start blowing him. I would alter between the normal head bobbing style and the deep throating with the occasionally air breaks when I licked on his balls while getting my breath back. I gave him a long, slow, sloppy blowjob. This blowjob was my own little treat. It had been ages since I last sucked off a man and I wanted to marvel at the smooth soft texture, really feel the throbbing hardness and enjoy the taste. I didn't want to get him off, well I did eventually but I wanted it to take time before he did. But when he finally cum, boy did he cum. He didn't give me any warning. He just growled, his cock twitched once and suddenly my cheeks were ballooning from all his sperm, and that was only his first spurt. Well, maybe I exaggerate a bit but it was quite a mouthful. I had to do some frenetic swallowing to get it down before the next spurt came because if I hadn't my cheeks would have been ballooning. Goddess, his jism was just the way I like it. Hot and creamy with that great flavour. I can't get enough of it when a man cams in my mouth and I always get disappointed when he finish cuming. Now, I wish I could say that I swallowed every drop. I really wish I could swallow every drop but unfortunately I can't. Some of his jism dribbled out of my mouth but and onto my chin. Luckily, it taste just as good when licked off my fingers as it does directly from the source. So I let it dribble. He squirted five more times in my mouth and I drank most of it, loving every moment. I kept the last jet in my mouth together with the head, couching out the last drops and playing with the sperm with my tongue savouring the taste. After I had swallowed the last mouthful, I spat out his cock and started gathering up all the sperm that had escaped me. I shovelled it in my mouth with my fingers with a content humming. It's a little annoying habit I have. Whenever I eat something that I really like I start to hum from satisfaction, just like small children does. When I had cleaned myself up, I bent down and gave his now wilting cock a thorough tongue bath. Satisfied that we both were clean I sat up straight beside him. "Was that your lunch or do you want some rabbit too?" Hungar asked with a leer. "Yes, please I'd like some rabbit too." I answered with a laugh. Since we didn't know each other and didn't have anything in common we just sat enjoying the fine day and eating the rabbit in silence. When we had turned it into a skeleton we washed the grease from our mouths and fingers. Hungar let out a huge burp. "That was nice." "And rude." "And now for some dessert," he said and pulled me into his arms and smothered me with a kiss. He sure was a good kisser. When he got tired of my mouth he kissed his way down to my breasts, which he been busy playing with while we kissed. He sucked and nibbled on them for a while before he gently lay me down on my back. We resumed our kissing. I don't now for how long we just lied there, kissing gently and caressing each other bodies but it was quite some time. I really enjoyed that. Most men are in such a hurry to stick their cocks inside that they never take time to be gentle. Hungar was really a great lover in that way. He enjoyed that slow and gentle foreplay as much as I did. However, even he got tired of it in the end. He began licking his way down my body, pausing for moment at my breasts to nurse them some more before continuing downwards. When his mouth reached my mound I almost came right there and then. To my sorrow I have to admit that his skills at licking pussy did not match his other lovemaking skills. In fact, he was pretty lousy but his willingness to actually eat me out still landed him on plus in my book. Despite, certain disabilities in his skill it only took a minute before I came hard with a scream, my pussy gushing juices into his mouth. When I came down from my orgasm, he looked up at me and said, "Woman, you taste good." He crawled on top of me and when I felt his cock bounce against my nether lips, I took him in my hands and guided him inside of me. We fucked slowly leaving plenty of opportunity for us to kiss and for him to suck on my breasts. The pace was too leisurely for any of us to get off on but I had several micro climaxes. It was great but after about half an hour, I wanted more. I rolled us over so that I was on top. Of course, I didn't start humping as soon I got control. First we just lay there making out before I sat up and started riding him. Slowly at first but I steadily increased the speed. As soon as I had straightened up Hungar's hands shot up to my breast both to support me and to play with them. All the twisting, pulling and pinching he put my poor nipples through felt great. Soon the sound of our hips smacking into each other reverberated through the forest. Of course, Hungar's grunts and my cries of delight probably drowned it out. We both came at the same time with mind-blowing climaxes. As soon as I came down from mine I flopped off Hungar and down beside him. I don't know about Hungar but I practically passed out from exhaustion the moment my back touched the ground. I woke up from something poking me in my back. From the position of the sun, I had been asleep for a couple of hours. Next, I found out what had wakened me up. It was Hungar or rather a particular part of Hungar. That man was incredible. He managed to get it up three times in short order and then after just a few hours rest he is ready again. I was in love. Well, in lust really. The first thing I did after seeing his erection was to send up a prayer to Sune, thanking her for sending Hungar my way. The second thing I did was to kneel down beside him and take him in my mouth. The feel of him in my mouth and the mingled taste of our juices immediately flooded my pussy and I reached down and started playing with myself. I was very careful and gentle in my sucking. I didn't want him to spend himself before he woke up and I certainly didn't want him so far gone that he would cum to fast when he woke up. The truth is that my sucking on him was more to give me a bigger thrill while I got my self of with my fingers. "I wish every wake up was as pleasant as this," Hungar said suddenly, making me aware of that he was awake. I didn't reply. I just smiled around his cock and put some more effort in to my sucking. But not to much I didn't want to suck him off, I wanted his erection to put to good use in another hole. Now when he was awake it didn't take long before he reached down and started playing with my breasts. As before when I blew him, his hand wandered over to my ass and down to my pussy. However when he noticed that that hole was occupied by my own fingers, his fingers moved over to the other hole I have down there. He rubbed around my puckered brown hole before pushing the tip of a finger inside. "You know I haven't sampled this hole yet," He said casually. When I heard that, I froze up, terrified. He was too big. It was impossible. He would split me in two and kill me. And even if he didn't kill me it would be sheer torture. I couldn't wait! The thought of him fucking me in the ass was extremely exciting. At the same time I prayed to Sune to save me. Of course, she didn't. I'm after all one of her tools to bring love and pleasure to the world even if I myself should not enjoy it and I knew Hungar would love being buried deep in my ass. I'm glad that Sune didn't save me; I even prayed to her and thanked her. "I'm pretty big, I hope you don't mind me fucking your ass," Hungar said. "I'm not..." I started to say but it came out in a croak. After clearing my throat I tried again. "I'm not sure I could stop you even if I did." It was true. My knees felt like rubber. It was lucky I was already standing bent over on my knees with my ass in the air, because I believe I would have had some trouble getting into position otherwise. Hungar walked around behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and I felt him smear a little cold grease from what was left of the rabbit. Next came what I both dreaded and desired, he pressed the large mushroom shaped head against my anus and started to force it in. At first it wasn't so bad. He just pushed and shoved against my closed hole while I tried to relax myself down there. Kind of a hard task convincing my body that I really wanted his big thing in me while it was all puckered up in terror. Getting the tip in went fine and without any trouble, though when he tried to push the rest of the head in I cried out for the first time. It took him over a minute after that to force the large crown of the cock inside my anus and I screamed most of the time. When if felt my muscles down there close behind the head I breathed out a deep sigh in relief. "Oh, Sune. Please give me a minute to get used to it and relax," I asked him "But it will only give you time to think and you'll get scared, tensing up even more," Hungar replied. Of course he could have a point there but I believed that if I got some time to get comfortable it would be easier for both of us. I tried to tell him that but when I opened my mouth, instead of my clear and logical argument, a garbled uncomprehensive shout came out because Hungar true to his own theory choose that moment to shove his cock half an inch further up my ass. I didn't get much intelligent said after that but what I lacked in articulation I sure made up for in volume. I don't know how long it took for him to bury his cock in my ass but it felt like an eternity and it hurt like hell all the time. The only time I wasn't howling or screaming was when I had to breathe in because of lack of air. His shoving and pushing was bad but what I really hated was the short stabs he used when he got stuck. He would pull out an inch or half and then quickly before I barley had time to notice it, jab the double amount back in. When he did it the first time, that's when I really started to bawl my eyes out. When he finally bottomed out, having inserted every inch of his cock, his balls resting against my pussy, he thankfully decided he needed a pause or he even decided that I needed the pause; he had after all shown himself to be a considerate lover so far. Whatever the reason I gladly took the chance to rest. I just stood there gulping down lungful' of air, trying to regain my breath. After I had composed myself enough so I could think clearly again I reached down between my legs with one hand and shoved my fingers up my pussy. I knew that the worst was over but also that if I didn't get some pleasure to counter the pain then no matter how turned on I was, I wouldn't enjoy taking it in the ass. I was so wet that my juices practically squirted out when I pushed my fingers inside of me. If my ass hadn't hurt like hell from being split in two by Hungar's cock I would have cum the moment I touched my clit. I had just franticly started rubbing my pussy when Hungar pulled out and with a hard thrust started fucking my ass. Did I say the worst was behind me. Well, I was wrong. As he begun fucking me in earnest, I started to scream, howl and cry even harder. Though, after a little while when my muscles down there started to get used to accommodate he enormous rod and my fingers sent wave after wave of pleasure out from my pussy, it slowly started to feel good. It still hurt a lot but the pain turned into a good pain, like the ache you feel in you body after a hard workout. I still screamed all the time until he came but not even I can say if it was from pain or pleasure. Fortunately, Hungar didn't last long in the tight grip of my asshole and even if I had started to enjoy myself, I was incredibly relived when I felt his hot sperm sear the inside of my guts. I had had some great orgasms while he fucked my ass but I was still glad it was over. When he pulled out, I just collapsed stretched out on my stomach. I lay there sobbing and trembling. "Are you all right?" Hungar asked concerned. It took me three tries before I could snivel out a weak, "Loved it. Just need rest." I didn't move a muscle while Hungar got dressed and broke camp. It felt like bliss just laying there. When he finished he mounted his horse and rode up to the spot I were I lied. "Well, Paladin it sure has been a real pleasure to meet you. You do your God honour," He told me. I had by then regain enough strength to lift myself up on my elbows and answer him. "It's my pleasure to serve," I replied with a teasingly smile. "Farewell then paladin, next time you'll have to tell me your name before I fuck you," Hungar said with a nod. I can't believe I never told him my name. I let him use all of my openings but I didn't let him know my name. I was speechless. Unfortunately, before I had regained my senses he had already ridden off. I lay still for another half an hour after Hungar left before I too got up and broke camp. Unlike Hungar, I led my steed from the clearing. Mounting it and riding was unthinkable. Walking wasn't so much better either, each step made me wince. My ass was hurting for obvious reasons but Hungar's huge size had left my pussy sore too, even if it had felt great at the time. I took me another three days of walking before I could ride again without to much discomfort and even then any pace over a walk would force tears to my eyes. As I left the clearing, I swore a solemn oath to Sune that if I ever met Hungar I would make him pay dearly for sucker punching me and taking advantage of me. I also promised myself that if we met again I would make sure to lose to him again. Preferably, near an inn with a nice big bed.