A/N: Hey, everyone. Thanks so much for the feedback, favourites, and follows. You're all great. I will get around to replying to everyone soon. I appreciate your support. Your disdain and loathing for Lord John the Usurper is giving me life! He's a prick, right? Haha Okay, let's see what's going on with our Lovely Lady and Her lovely Tribute. Enjoy!
"Oh – my – god," Lady Michonne cries out as the waves of pleasure wash over her perfect from. Her sweet nectar fills Rick's mouth as he drinks her up. He keeps his aquiline nose pressed to her sensitive bus as her sex pulses and her breathing steadies. Her slender fingers grip his loose curls as she holds him in place between her strong thighs.
He wants to touch her so badly. He wants to run his callous hands over her soft skin. He wants his fingers to be drenched deep inside of her walls. He wants to feel the weight of her body covering his. He wants to hold her, safe in his arms.
She regains some equanimity and shifts from her spreadeagled, reclining position on her bed. Now sitting, and still with a firm grasp on the Tribute's hair, she pulls him up from where he is kneeling, and draws his face close to hers.
"Do you enjoy how I taste?" she asks. Her breath is warm on his lips. She can smell her own musky scent.
He cannot look into her dark brown eyes, or he just may come undone. His cock is already dripping, and dangerously close to his Lady. If he holds her gaze, she will see how badly he wants her. Instead, he stares at her heart-shaped lips and then licks his own.
"Yes, My Lady," he replies. "I love how you taste."
She smiles, and then commands, "Look at me."
He lifts his gaze to her eyes. She strokes his hair a moment, before tugging at it roughly and drawing his mouth to hers. When their lips meet, it takes everything in his power not to explode. The kiss is slow and passionate; torturous, even. Her plump lips feel full against his. Her tongue is warm and commanding as it laps against his. She knows exactly what she wants from him; she relishes in the taste of her own juices. She moans into his mouth, before biting his lip and drawing away.
"Thank you, My Lady," he whispers, short of breath and with his heart racing.
She blesses him with a devilish smile, and then pushes him down on the bed. In no time, she is straddling his lap. His dick jerks as he remembers what happened not too long ago when they were in this position. Leaning over him, she retrieves the silk belt from her robe. She uses it to tie her hair back from her face. She then runs her fingernails all over Rick's chest. He keeps his hands at his side and lies there under her complete control, not daring to touch her, but waiting for her to decide what to do next.
She digs her nails into his flesh, before she reaches his erection. She takes hold of his manhood, and gives it a few strokes. Rick's breath hitches, and Lady Michonne says, "You know, I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you at court. You stared at me then, too. My father had you shackled to the wall –"
She massages his bulbous crown in her palm, as she runs her thumb over his dripping tip.
"I watched you, too," she says. "I watched how your impressive dick stayed hard. Hmmm you're still so hard –"
Lady Michonne runs her hand up and down his thick shaft.
"And I was so turned on by you," she admits, while she continues to rub his cock. "I went back to my quarters that night and I played with myself."
She hastens her movements and Rick closes his eyes. Her hand is skilful; he fits perfectly in it. He lets out a little moan.
"I climbed into my bed, and slipped my hand into my panties, and you know what I felt?"
"Hmm, what did you feel, My Lady?" he breathes.
"I felt my tight, wet little cunt," she whispers. She feels his dick jump in her hand. "And I finger fucked myself until I came. And do you know what I was picturing?"
"What – ahh, what were you picturing, My Lady?" he manages to ask.
She grips his hardness tighter and strokes faster.
"I pictured you shackled to the wall," she admits. "I pictured you blindfolded, naked, and helpless. It made my pussy drip. I wondered what it would feel like to have your big cock inside of me."
"I'm not worthy," he says, trying so desperately not to explode in her hand.
"I will be the judge of that," she says, as she stops stroking him and shifts into position. "Now put your hands behind your head."
She kneels close to his erection and then brings his tip to her slick opening. She rubs his large head over her clit, and then dips it just inside. She feels so warm and wet. Rick licks his lips and holds his breath as Lady Michonne toys with his cock, inching it slowly inside of her swollen folds, and then withdrawing it. It is pure torture. He wants to thrust his hips upwards, so that she can swallow him whole, but he knows better than to rush his Mistress. Instead, he lies in place, with his prick throbbing, and waits for his Lady to do what she pleases.
She uses her free hand to dig her fingernails into his chest, leaving red marks on his hot flesh. Rick lets out a little wail and Lady Michonne smiles at him, before lowering herself onto his big, thick cock. His eyes close as she takes all of him; her juices coat his length. She places both hands on his chest and then rolls her hips, sliding up and down his rigid length.
Rick's breath catches as she grinds on top of him. Lady Michonne clenches her walls around his shaft, and he almost comes right then and there. He bites his bottom lip and then opens his eyes. She is stunning to look at, seated on top of him like a Queen on her throne. The light sheen of sweat covering her nakedness causes her to glisten. Her breasts leap as she rides him harder and faster, while she scratches at his skin. He wants to touch her, but he keeps his hands to himself.
She tightens her walls once more and then rolls her hips in a circular motion before drawing her wet pussy up the expanse of his impossibly hard cock.
"Fuck," says Rick as she slides back down his length and repeats the action.
She smiles again, and then raises up off of his hips. She kneels in place, and keeps just his tip inside of her. Leaning forward, she takes her hands and wraps them around Rick's throat. The pressure causes him to feel lightheaded in the most delicious way.
"Should your Lady have to do all of the work?" she asks, squeezing her hands tighter.
"No, My Lady," he manages to say.
"Then get to work, Tribute," she says. "Make me come."
Without needing further encouragement, Rick thrusts upwards, ramming his aching cock into her sweet, hot pussy. She chokes him harder as he fucks her faster. Her juices drip down his veiny shaft, and her creamy arousal coats his thickness. The sucking noises their fleshly delights elicits is drowned out by her loud moans. Ecstasy encompasses both the Lady and her Tribute as they each come closer to the apex of their pleasure. Rick bucks his hips with more fervor, spurred on by his Lady's bold cries.
"Harder," she commands, as her mouth falls open in the shape of an o. "Fuck me harder."
He does as he is told, and drives himself firmly into her core.
"Oh, god," she cries, while simultaneously choking him and taking all of his raw dick. He strikes at her spot and her entire body shudders. "Ahh, ahhhh, hmmmmm."
She is close; so is he. Bolstered by her brazenly enjoying his manhood, Rick hastens his movements. Concurrently, she tightens her grip on his throat. He pumps into her a few more times before she finds her release. Her body quivers as she comes all over his sex; a moment later, he reaches his climax. Quickly, he pulls his pulsing, erupting cock from between her well-fucked lips and quakes until his white, hot seed spills from his tip.
Lady Michonne collapses on top of her Tribute, and bites his shoulder as her orgasm ripples through her. She brings her lips close to his ear, and says, "You may touch me as your reward."
Without hesitation, Rick brings his hands to rest on her perfect backside. He squeezes it and swears he just may come again. He closes his eyes, rubs her ass, and then moans as she kisses him deeply and passionately.
After pulling her lips just an inch from his, she asks, "When you say you'll do anything for me, do you really mean that?"
"Yes, My Lady," Rick whispers in reply. "Anything."
She licks the tip of her tongue across his bottom lip, and then replies, "Good boy, because we have work to do."