Page 9 of The Conquering of Tate the Pious
Tate knew it; she’d had enough practice at Far Hope, after all.
“Suck it,” the Wolf said roughly now.“I want to come.”
Tate panted against Adelais’s wet, sweet skin, a bolt of lust arrowing through her body straight to her own pussy, and she nearly couldn’texistfor it, she couldn’t imagine anything other than this, and she never wanted to.She sealed her lips around the tight bud and sucked and was rewarded with another buck of Adelais’s hips.The warrior hissed with pleasure, her hand even tighter in Tate’s hair.
“That’s it,” muttered Adelais.“Just like that.”But then she leaned forward and tore impatiently at Tate’s mantle and then her habit.“Show me,” she said.“I want to see your pretty tits.”
Tate helped her pull off the habit, straightening up and sitting back on her heels while she pulled it over her head, and the first thing she saw once the fabric was free was the wild glow of Adelais’s golden eyes.
“A nun has no business having a body like that,” the Wolf said throatily, and then reached down to palm Tate’s breasts, to weigh and squeeze them like fruit she wanted to buy.The peaks were tight and hard against the warrior’s palms.“Show me your cunt now too.”
Tate’s entire being was fire and hunger as she obeyed, spreading her knees and leaning back so that her sex would be visible to Adelais’s hot stare.What compelled her to do it, she couldn’t say, but she slid her hand down the rise of her pubic bone and used two fingers to spread her labia apart so that Adelais could see her opening, so that Adelais could see how wet she was there.
Adelais went suddenly still, a predator scenting prey, her eyes on Tate’s open pussy.“Put your fingers in,” Adelais said.“Show me what you look like filled up.”
Tate was breathing so hard now that she could hardly hear anything over the rush of blood in her ears.The entire camp could have been marching around the tent in chain mail for all she knew, and yet she didn’t care.She didn’t care about anything except Adelais’s rough words and doing something, anything, to ease this heavy ache between her legs.
She pushed two fingers into her hole, wet enough that she could glide right in.She pressed against her front walls until pleasure began thrumming through her stomach, but it wasn’t satisfying.She needed more.
Adelais was watching her hungrily, and then without warning, she reached forward and seized Tate again, hauling her back to Adelais’s waiting sex.Tate had to brace both her hands on Adelais’s thighs for balance as Adelais speared her fingers into Tate’s hair and crushed her mouth against Adelais’s skin.
“I want your tongue in my hole,” demanded Adelais.“Let me feel it.”
Tate dutifully gave her tongue, finding Adelais’s entrance and licking at its rim before pushing inside.Adelais was beyond wet now, and she tasted like honey and salt, like summer and the sea.Tate moaned faintly at the taste as Adelais fucked herself against her tongue and moaned again as Adelais reached down and roughly palmed one of Tate’s naked breasts.
An image flitted through Tate’s mind then.Of Adelais moving through the abbey at night, finding Tate alone in bed.Of a hand clapping over Tate’s mouth while Adelais shoved up her skirts.Of a hard, unyielding hand between her legs.
Here in the tent, Tate’s cunt pulsed.Her toes were curling in her boots.
In all the time she’d been at Far Hope, she’d never thought herself capable of wanting…that.
Someone finding her in the dark and holding her down.
Tate was squirming as Adelais dragged Tate’s mouth back up to her clit and held her there, wishing she could reach down and push a hand between her legs.As it was, she was balanced with her hands on Adelais’s thighs, and then Adelais took the hand that Tate had penetrated herself with and brought it up to her mouth.Tate had to fight not to fall forward.
She gasped as Adelais’s tongue moved over the pads of her fingers, over the first knuckle and then under to the thin creases there.It was silky, tickling, soft.Tate felt every slide of it through her hand and up her arm, and down into her chest.
Adelais licked and sucked Tate’s taste off her fingers like it was only thing she’d ever wanted, the only thing that could keep her alive.It was delicious and wonderful and so unexpectedly arousing to have her fingers sucked, that Tate nearly lost the rhythm of pleasuring the cunt in front of her.But Adelais made it easier, canting her hips up and keeping Tate’s mouth exactly where she wanted it.And Tate sucked Adelais’s clit exactly the same way she would a cock, with long, hollow-cheeked pulls and then dances of her tongue over the tiny tip that made Adelais’s firm thighs tense around her.
“That’s a very wicked mouth for such a pious woman,” Adelais growled, dropping Tate’s hand in order to grab a breast and squeeze.“Maybe that’s what the kings visit for, hmm?A chance to feel that devout tongue all hot and pretty against their cocks?”
It was close enough to the truth that alarm skated through Tate’s mind, but thankfully, Adelais was too busy fucking to connect the dots.She let go of Tate’s breast, pushed both hands into Tate’s now thoroughly mussed hair, and then climaxed with a loud grunt that the whole camp must have heard.
Adelais’s hands were tight, her thighs locked, her breath coming in one hard rush after another as her pussy clenched and loosened against Tate’s mouth.Tate’s chin was wet now, her scalp stinging, and she closed her eyes and wished it would never end.That Adelais would keep her here for days and fuck her mouth for every minute of it and eventually carry Tate off over her shoulder like she’d threatened earlier.As a captive, a spoil.
The thought was like a match to tinder, and Tate had the sudden terror that she would never, ever stop burning.
Adelais’s pussy eventually stilled, but she held Tate there the entire time, as if to make sure she got every moment’s use out of her.Finally, she slid her hands from Tate’s hair, but as Tate straightened up and wiped her wet mouth with her forearm, Adelais made it clear they weren’t done yet.
“Turn around,” the Wolf ordered.“Hands and knees.Ass up.”
Tate obeyed, entire body trembling, quivering.Naked, she could acutely feel where the air in the tent was warmed by the brazier and where it was cool from the night air seeping in from the cracks.She turned the way Adelais had indicated, with her back to the warrior, and then leaned over and rested her head on the thin carpet making the floor of the tent.
“Knees apart, abbess.I want to see you.”
Tate moved her knees apart, cool air stroking her wet sex and moving over her exposed secret hole.Adelais grunted behind her, a satisfied noise.
“Make yourself come,” she said.“Show me if those hands are as wicked as that mouth.”
