Page 109 of The Kingdom of Flames

She spread her blouse to encourage him. When she saw the sight of another man pulling his cock out, hard because of her, she groaned in pleasure on Azure.

Celestine hopped up and down, leaning back, letting him see her take the long hard cock into her stretching quim. Celestine nodded to the young man and watched with delicious arousal as he produced his hard member, stroking it, watching her.

“Show him,” Azure commanded. “Show him how you take me.”

Celestine rode faster. Groaning, she could feel the young man’s eyes on her. She felt so discovered, so warranted. So unhidden. It turned her on to see him tug at his cock furiously, not matching her, racing to complete himself in case this dream ended and he woke.

“That’s it,” Celestine whispered.

The young man’s lip was locked between his teeth in sweet agony. His cock was swollen, darkening as he tugged on it.

“Bring it closer, show me,” she said.

The man approached the stall, his member pearling its pre-release.

“Ride with me,” Celestine groaned. She hoped he understood what she meant. She slowed down, gyrating on Azure. The groom matched her cadence.

“Good…” Celestine opened her mouth, running her tongue along her lips. “Such a good boy.”

She shuddered, and so did the groom, his strokes matching her. They stared at one another as she picked up speed. His lip was between his teeth, his eyes feverish, searching every part of her, wanting it burned in his memory.

Celestine rocked back and forth rapidly, galloping with Azure within her.

The groom abandoned matching her cadence, stroking himself frantically. It was so arousing to be the subject of his lust, his torment. A young man witness to the beauty of her fucking a demigod of Summer. But his true focus was her. It was her glistening body, her aching and stretching cunt.

“Give it to me,” Celestine murmured to him. The groom’s eyes squinted, his face locked in a torrid exertion.

“Yes,” she said.

He came at the bidding of her words. Her command. Her permission. Rope after rope of seed erupted from his turgid head. It spurted for her. Landing in thick, glistening strands. To see his manhood spasming, it felt so raw. So freeing. She climaxed instantly, groaning and opening her mouth as he ejaculated.

Celestine’s quim clamped down on Azure, milking him. Azure groaned and filled her, bathing her womb in hot lancing strands of his desire. Celestine shuddered, the arrival dancing across her body. The young worker stood, hypnotized and spent. After a moment, a flush filled his cheeks, and she pulled his trousers up as Celestine was filled by this Lord of his lands. He seemed embarrassed now that clarity had found him and rushed away.

Celestine collapsed beside Azure in the hay, withdrawing from his palpable size. They kissed.

“You squeezed so hard for me, my dirty little bride. That stable groom will never forget that.”

“Did you like that? Him watching and coming for me?”

Azure stroked her hip. “The sight of you makes me proud, to walk in such viewing. I would never share your touch, but to allow witness is… freeing. Exquisite.”

“You told me no one belongs to anyone here,” she teased him.

“Every lover belongs to each other until they don’t.”

Celestine stroked his brow, fingers touching his circlet. “Your people do not wed?”

Azure turned to her, leaning on one elbow. “It is easy to stay, Celestine. To stay upon the plain, where the earth heals your soul. But the heart beats when we wander, when we move. Look at the flavors and colors of the world now that you have ventured forth. Do they not amaze you?”

“You want me to leave?” Celestine asked, the terrible disappointment threatening to turn her to tears. “After all this, after healing me?”

“Never. I am selfish like any other. But I want to see you fearless, full of life. You love my land, and you will love my people, Celestine. But I am not the fire of Encarmine, nor the shackles of Solis. I did not heal you. You did. Life is a beautiful, twisting palette of tastes. I would see you free and happy, the wind at your shoulders.”

Celestine nodded. They rose, and Celestine began to dress, reaching for her trousers.

Azure looked at her, the seed still dripping from her.

“Don’t,” he said.

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