Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

When there was suddenly a heavy--albeit not harsh--hand on his shoulder, Tyler indeed did freeze in place, halting not only his stride but his breathing as well, as he heard Gwen's low voice at his side. With chills rushing down his spine, he felt the hand slowly creep up his collarbone, neck, and chin, then start turning his head to the side...Tyler had no idea what he was feeling right then, with Gwen's imposing presence yet gentle touch. It was like his body refused to move at his command any longer, and was now only obeying Gwen's his head turned without the slightest resistance at her guidance. His eyes widened as he found himself looking right at the top of Gwen's colossal cleavage, just barely below his eyes. He couldn't clearly see Gwen's face even if he tried, with her head bowed low as it was. Those two giant, round, green-skinned swells, glistening with splattered juices...his heart was thudding in his chest like a blacksmith's anvil as Gwen's deep and growly yet feminine voice spoke to him, telling him he had been caught red-handed...and then she finally lifted her head, showing him the impishly playful grin on her battle-scarred orcish visage as she reminded him of the 'punishment'. Tyler could barely comprehend what was happening, but only because it seemed like his thoughts had frozen into a solid block of ice, motionless...fortunately, Gwen deigned to continue to speak, which his mind paid attention to in absence of his own thoughts. Tyler took in a very quiet, small, slightly-shuddery breath as her thumb started toying with his lower lip as she began to compliment him. Such a gentle and intimate contact, such sincere praise...he had never felt anything like this before. He shivered slightly as he felt her other hand creeping up his back, and again moved without any resistance as she turned him a little further and then pulled him closer while she leaned forward, putting both their heads over each other's shoulder. He let out an unsteady exhalation of breath as Gwen told him exactly what he had been doing and what she wanted him to do, eyes fluttering as he felt her tongue tease at his pointed ear. She reassured him further about the situation, something that actually did help as his mind finally started thawing and he began to think again...catching that she had intentionally made a mess and gasped lightly again--not in pain, but just in surprise--as she carefully nibbled his ear, which... also felt weirdly pleasant. She... wanted him staring at her bust. And now she wanted him to lick it. Tyler's thoughts were looping, but at least they were moving now. With one more reassurance, she then let go of him and leaned back. He stared at the horn-flask for a moment, as he, finally, really started to think. All his life, he had been taught to appreciate his 'proper' upbringing, to behave in an expected manner. He was unhappy with how it kept down his musical desires, but he never actually questioned it. He wasn't ignorant of the physical appeal of a woman. In court, he knew the most buxom women present were the ones who usually pleased his eyes the most, though in those settings he had enough self-control to avoid actually staring. In private, he occasionally had... fantasies ...but he never acted on them, never actually pursued a girl even when it also started being an expectation of him. He had thought that, even though he did have a particular taste, he never actually had any real urges to fulfill it, that seeking out a lady to woo in general was something he didn't really care about. Now he realized that was wrong. He did , but had just been ignoring it, repressing it, because such 'base' desires were unbecoming of his station and would immediately turn away any refined lady if he even admitted having any physical-based attractions. He 'needed' a partner for political reasons and nothing more. But now things were different. Gwen was different. There was no judgment, no expectations. There was no pretending that physical appeal didn't exist. There was no pretending that anything even remotely sexual didn't exist, except outside of getting an heir. She was inviting him to indulge in something so, so very lewd...and exciting . And she wasn't making him do it either, she made it clear he could still step back if he wanted. One way, or the other, both options were acceptable. It was his choice . After a moment of turning all of this over in his head, he reached out silently to accept the horn-flask and tilted it back, downing several gulps of the slightly-burning liquid. He felt warm as it settled in his stomach and he handed the horn back. Just do what you want for the first time in your life, Tyler. The question was, did he want this? ...Yes. Yes he did. So very much. With a small tremble in his body, born simply out of the anxious excitement of inexperience, he leaned forward a little, closer to Gwen...and her enormous rack, covered only horizontally by wrapped bands of cloth. He got close enough for his breath to be felt on the top of her cleavage. Gods, he could still barely get over the fact that Gwen's breasts seemed like three times the size of his own head, each! Not to mention just how she was so big in general. There was just so much woman of Gwen to enjoy...and she was offering some of it to him. His eyes were fixated on the glistening mess on her green-hued skin, and his mouth was half-open...and finally, he stuck out his tongue and dragged it across the surface of Gwen's skin with a little slrrp. His pointed ears started burning pink, but he licked again...Nnf and again...Hnn his licks were slow and small, 'timid', but for the inexperienced boy it was so arousing as he worked his tongue over the mess on Gwen's boobs with the same meticulous care as he did everything else. Mmh He could taste the flavor of the stew of course, but mixed with it now was the extra spice of Gwen's sweat, and the scent of her cleavage was wafting into his nostrils, unfamiliar and exotic. Nnh Physically, the experience wasn't truly that incredible, but emotionally, it was so very intensely lewd to him, to be licking his way over Gwen's tits! Hng He didn't know why he did it, but he also leaned in just slightly closer and actually placed his lips on the surface of her breast as well, now not just licking, but also gently sucking on her skin as he cleaned her up! Mmf His trousers felt so tight that they might burst already. His eyes turned up in his head, to look up at Gwen from under his brow as he slowly worked, and seemed to lean slightly more and more onto her...he didn't even realize the cute sounds he must have been making, and he certainly didn't realize that he was giving Gwen such adorable submissive-eyes right then!