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It was a few days after another fight and all she needed was another good old session of relief. She puts her life on the line on a regular basis just to keep her people safe. So what was the harm in some services? Enjoying the benefits she deserved? Far be it from anyone in their right mind to tell her otherwise.
Angela's footsteps could be heard right as she approached the entrance to the brothel, setting the curtain aside and hearing the idle chatter in the lobby turn into murmurs. The other women and small amount of men staring in pure awe of the absolute unit their protector was, paying the same brothel a visit the fifth time this year. Even in casual attire, she ruled the room. After the third time, it was no question who she was going to ask for; her favorite maiden in all the land.
She set a heavy bag of coins on the counter and glanced at the tall, mean looking woman smoking a cigarette. She chuckled, not even looking up from her magazine.
"Fourth room to your right." She said as she slid the coins off the counter. Angela pays no mind to the others gawking, practically drooling at the sight of her passing by with tunnel vision as she made her way to that room. Your room.
You were still tidying up the room from the last session when you heard the beads at the entrance clacking together. Looking over your shoulder, you smiled immediately and fixed a vase before fully turning around. Hands clasped together in front of your cute lite gown that left little to the imagination. Only covering the front and back while the hips were left open. Cleavage on full display. The fabric embraced your stature like it was personally tailored.
There stood Angela, daughter of Odin and long lost sister of Thor. Her bright orange hair down her back and her bangs falling over her face.
"My lady," you held your smile and bowed respectfully. "Welcome back."
The sight of you made Angela smile. Your familiar voice was welcoming and your warm presence was more than appreciated. The sight of you in that dress was doing wonders for her rattling thoughts. She couldn't help but run her eyes up and down your form and you could almost physically feel her hungry gaze as she approached you with those long legs of hers. Your name slipped from her lips in a purr as folded her muscular arms behind her back. "Miss me?"
"I did," you said as you walked up to her, caressing the scar on her shoulder that definitely wasn't there a few months ago. You slid your hand down her arm, pulling her hands from the grasp and held her hand. "Safe to say you missed me too, hm?" You asked, leading her to the decorated king sized bed that awaited service.
Angela followed you willingly, letting you lead her by the hand to the big plush bed. She watched as you guided her to the edge of the bed and she sat down, her weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. The room was dimly lit, with soft candles burning on either side of the bed, casting a warm glow over the two of you.
"You could say that," she said. "I've been thinking about you all week. Dreaming about having you all to myself again." The soft carpet felt soft beneath her bare feet as she kicked off her boots haphazardly, letting them fall to the floor with a dull thud.
You moved to sit behind her and start massaging her shoulders, feeling the tension from battle that was still sitting beneath her skin.
"Same routine as before?" you asked in a soft tone, slowly trailing kisses along her jaw and neck. Angela let out a soft groan as your fingers dug into her tense muscles, the stress of the last few weeks melting away under your touch. She leaned back into you, her head coming to rest on your shoulder as you kept on.
"Mmm...yes," she murmured, "the same routine as before...Do not stop." Her voice was low and husky, filled with a desire that was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back. Her hand came up to cover yours, guiding it down to her chest. She wanted--no, needed to feel your touch.
Your lipstick left behind faint marks on her skin as you moved to kiss her shoulder. One hand glided down her covered breasts while the other swiftly undid the cloth that was holding them up, watching it slide down her torso and her nipples harden from the cool air ventilating the room. You could hear her hiss and shudder softly as you cupped them, squeezing softly.
"Always so beautiful, my lady," you murmured into her ear and nipped at her earlobe. Her back arched slightly, pushing her chest further into your hand as she sought more of your touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, a throbbing ache that only you could satisfy. "So brave, yet so...delicate. Divine feminine."
"You flatter me." She muttered, licking her lips when your hands reached her sculpted abs and battle-worn scars. "A warrior is not delicate."
"Every warrior can have delicate side." You suggested. You moved from behind her and slowly pushed her down into the bed to straddle her lap and kiss down her body. You got all the way to stand in between her legs and help her out of the long, loose skirt she was wearing to realize she wasn't wearing anything underneath. With a short hum, you tugged until the flowing fabric fell to the ground.
"If you say so," she mused and opened her legs for you. She was already glistening wet with slick. You got on your knees with a little smile and let one of her legs hang over your shoulder, slowly licking from her clit to the meticulously shaved orange landing strip that lay along her heat. Her hips instinctively rocked upward to meet your tongue, but you knew to never tease her.
She gasped softly once your tongue delved between her slick folds, her hips bucking up again to meet your eager mouth. Her hand fisted your hair to make a sloppy ponytail, holding you in place as you practically feasted on her at a medium pace.
"Heavens..." she moaned, her head falling back against the sheets as her chest heaved with each ragged breath. Her trembling thighs closed around your head and she could feel your breath slowing down.
"Right there, right there," she whispered, "hold it...breathe..."
She hummed a soft whine that formed into a grunt as you kept licking. The shallow breaths from your nose fanning over the bundle of nerves that sat at the crest. "Yes, yes...good girl."
Angela opened her legs back up and looked down at your eyes welling with unshed tears. Eyes glazed over. That familiar pussy-drunk look in your gaze. She could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter and tighter with each pass of your tongue. She pushed your head further down and closed her legs again, not letting you breathe this time. You focused on the muscles of her thick thighs, kneading at them like a cat.
"Hold it..." she whispered again, her body tensing and de-tensing while she used your mouth. "Just like that." She hissed. "So perfect. So good."
You couldn't stop your own moan from vibrating through her core. There was no higher honor than pleasuring your lovely lady. She grunted once more and let you go before you ran out of breath. Yes, she knows how long.
"Come on," she groaned. Her hips rolled in time with your licking, seeking more of that hot friction. The wet sounds of your mouth on her dripping heat filled the room, mingling with her increasingly loud moans and cries. "Please your lady."
Angela's chest heaved, her perfect breasts bouncing with each shuddering breath. She was lost in a haze of pleasure. All thoughts of battle and the responsibilities that came with her title fading away until there was nothing left but you and this moment. She could feel her climax approaching, the telltale fluttering of her walls around your plundering tongue. Her toes curled and her back arched, pushing her cunt harder against your mouth.
Her next words melted away on her lips with a guttural moan as her orgasm crashed down on her, her heat clamping down on your tongue and gushing hot, slick fluid all over your chin. You moaned with her and squeezed her thighs so hard there were sure to be nail marks left behind. You coaxed her through her thundering high, lapping away like a good dog.
She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed, a deep pink that spread from her chest up to her cheeks. She looked purely debauched, hair splayed out around her head like a fiery halo and her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat.
As she came down from her high, she reached for you, hauling you up her body until you were straddling her waist again. She captured your lips in a sensual kiss, tasting herself on your mouth. Her tongue split past your lips and explored every inch of your mouth as if she were starving for it.
Breaking the kiss, all slow so she can watch the spit string stretch and break between you, her calloused hands found your clothed hips with a light squeeze.
"Let's switch things up a little," she muttered in a raspy manner and pecked your lips. "I want you to get one of those pretty straps for me. Get one that matches your dress." She tapped your ass and watched you climb off her to retrieve exactly what she asked for.
Angela watched hungrily as you sauntered over to the chest of drawers on shaky legs. She drank in the sight of your ass swaying hypnotically with each step, a pleased grin spreading across her face. She loved seeing you like this, all flustered and needy, desperate to please her.
You bent over to put on a show and rummaged through the drawers until you found a strap that matched the delicate fabric of your dress perfectly. You held it up triumphantly and returned to her, a coy smile on your face. She licked her own lips as you approached the bed, her eyes never leaving yours. She sat up and took the strap from your hand, running her fingers along the smooth leather and admiring the quality of the silicone.
"Strip." She said suddenly. "In front of the bed. While I put this on."
You obeyed, going to the foot of the bed and taking your time stripping off the flimsy garment that told all about what was underneath. She watched you intently with a growing smirk at every inch of newly exposed skin. Catching how you purposely pulled it down over your chest so your breasts would spring back upwards. She worked on attaching the harness, securing it tightly around her muscular thighs and hips. Once your dress pooled at your feet, she was finished and put an arm under her head while the other held the silicone dildo at the base.
"Come forth." She softly demanded, like she was luring in an animal. You crawled onto the bed and turned in her lap so you'd be facing away from her. You had the idea to lean forward so all of you was on display; wet, spread and welcoming before her. She hummed in satisfaction as she lightly smacked and jiggled the fat of your ass in her palm, urging you towards her. "So eager to please me."
Unable to resist any longer, Angela gripped your hips and pulled you backwards, lining up the thick head of her strap on with your anticipating heat already clenching around nothing--yet. She rubbed it teasingly up and down your slit, coating it in your slick just to hear you mewl. Without warning, she pulled you down into her lap and took in the sweet sounds of your surprised gasps and shaky moans.
"Don't falter now," she purred, reluctantly pulling her hands away and putting them back under her head as you adjusted. "I want to watch you take it from me."
She watched with sharp attention as you set a good pace. It was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. Soft, supple skin stretching taut around the sleek silicone. Your quick breaths were synced to your hips as you braced yourself on her calves. The obscene sounds of slapping skin only egged you on more.
"That's it, pretty girl..." she said softly, "Fuck yourself in my lap."
Her abs tensed and flexed as she resisted the urge to overpower you. She wanted to watch you claim your pleasure, to see the beautiful desperation on your face as you impaled yourself relentlessly. You cursed and got lost in the haze while making sure you still put on a show for her. Arguably, though, in her eyes anything you did was a show. Sheer perfection.
"Gods-" you whimpered, feeling your body run hot and the sweat start to bead past your forehead. "I'm gonna-" you paused, correcting yourself. "May I, my lady? Please?"
"May you what?" She asked. Not like she was acting like she didn't know, but because she wanted you to outright tell her what you want to do. What you're going to do.
"May I please cum?" You whined pathetically.
"It is what I paid for, yes?"
"Yes!" Your gripped tightened on her calves, hips starting to stutter from your impending climax. Her hands came to hover over your waist just in case.
"Then tell me you're going to cum."
"I'm going to cum!" You exclaimed right as it hit you. A flash of white came over you and you stopped to bottom out and feel it. All of it. She kept you grounded as you rode out your peak, caressing the fat of your thighs. She cooed as you calmed down, slowly pulling you upwards and off her lap. She unclipped the strap and got out of it, tossing it in the 'Used' bin before pulling you to lay on top of her. Your ear on her heart as she gently caressed the top of your head with a light chuckle.
"I should take long missions more often."