Gods above, but was he ever thankful for the day to be over. The forces of Hel had been a pain in his ass for months now, but they were ever so slowly losing ground to the forces of Askr. In no small part thanks to the incredible tacticians in the Order of Heroes ranks, and the sheer battle-prowess of the heroes. If there was a being across the worlds that could look Lion King Caineghis in the eye and not recoil in fear, the young man had yet to meet them. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as the young man ascends the stairs to his room, picking up the pace in anticipation of finally collapsing onto his bed. That sweet, sweet, blessed bed...
... that was currently occupied by a distinctly female form, long lavender hair fanning out in a ponytail he'd come to know quite well over the 18 months. He tries to speak, to make even a small noise of protest, but his words die in his throat. Kiran can't even so much as blink, since that would mean tearing his eyes away from the goddess sprawled out upon his bed, a dainty finger beckoning him to join her.
"What? Say something! Am I so beautiful, that you have no words left?"
Ishtar's grin was impossibly smug, her body clad in a thin, translucent babydoll that was illegally tight. Save for a rather lacy set of lingerie beneath the pink silk, he would have been able to easily see every last inch of skin. And by the gods, did he want to see it all. He stumbles forward, brain shutting down at the sight before him on his bed, barely managing to collapse into the chair at his desk.
"... can't say I've ever made a man trip over himself to get closer to me before. But that's hopefully one of many firsts I'll have tonight Kiran."
Gods, even the way she rose from the bed just oozes sensuality! 'How?! How can she be this damn sexy?!' His mind cries out, helpless to resist the allure of her swinging hips as she makes to join him in his seat, that firm, flawless ass pressing directly into his groin. Kiran didn't breathe, didn't even move as she straddles him, licking her lips as those hips begin to roll, to gyrate and twist atop his lap. If there's a heaven, this has to be what's in store, right? An angel like this slowly grinding on your cock sounds like paradise to him.
"I-Ishtar..." he chokes out, gloves hands grabbing her ample backside and squeezing with everything he has in him. Protesting her actions was the last thing on his mind, nor did he particularly care exactly why she was doing this. That could be pondered later, once he could think straight and wasn't achingly hard of course.
Her lips smother his as she picks up speed, his length straining against its confines as they kiss. Gods, but didn't she taste amazing. Her tongue is everywhere in his mouth, leading his own in a dance that he's hopelessly outmatched in, but neither of them care in the slightest. If anything, Ishtar seems to be pleased at having to take the reigns here. Her moans certainly reinforce that theory, and his hands knead her ass with more and more force. Never in his wildest dreams could he have anticipated a lap dance from the goddess of thunder, and he'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it.
"Rather... eager, aren't we?" She says breathlessly, eyes cloudy with a desire that cause a shiver to run down his spine. Kiran has never known what it was like to be prey before this very moment, but damn if he wasn't finding it to be amazingly sexy. "Get on the bed, you've earned yourself a little treat my dear summoner." Much to his regret, Ishtar left his lap and stood beside his bed, arms crossed behind her back as she waits for her words to register in his mind.
"... couldn't have stayed there for a little while longer?" he mumbles under his breath as he moves the bed, a small grin forming at her amused reaction to his words. "Well, I'm on the bed. Do I get a cookie for following directions?"
"... not yet. Perhaps once we've finished..." Ishtar murmurs, eyes closing and hips beginning to sway to a beat that only she can hear. Though she is unable to see him, the curvaceous, lilac haired woman dancing ever so slowly *knows* his jaw is slack, and his eyes are glued to her form. And didn't that do wonders for her confidence. A man with the power he wields, legendary heroes at his beck and call, the royalty of three kingdoms counting him as an ally even. All of that, and he's powerless at the sight of her body twisting and twirling before him, dancing for him and him alone. Violet eyes gaze upon her captive audience as her arm slides a strap off her shoulder, soft hands cupping ample breasts as she begins to strip herself down.
The babydoll pools around her feet, stocking-clad feet kicking it up into her grasp. Ishtar turns to place it on the back of his chair, undoing the clasp of her bra before facing him once more, an arm concealing her nipples from his hungry gaze. Her eyes glimmer with amusement at the silent plea present in his own, loving how he shudders beneath her touch, delicate fingers slowly running along his length through his pants.
"Ishtar... please..."
Just what she wanted to hear. At last she joins him on the bed, absentmindedly sliding her panties down and kicking them into his chair. Gods above, but she loves how her name sounds leaving his lips. Loves how the young man eagerly lets her peel away his clothing, piece by piece until his manhood is laid bare before her sight. It is everything the wielder of Mjölnir could have dreamed of and more. Her tongue darts out to wet those full, plump lips as she descends, Kiran taking her hair in hand and groaning as Ishtar engulfs his cock in her hot, wet mouth.
"Ishtar! Gods... above..." he forces out, one eye screwed shut as he watches her work. This wasn't the first blowjob he'd received since arriving in the world of Zenith, but it was easily eons better than anything else before. The way her head bobs along his length was outrageous, her tongue swirling around his shaft brought a endless stream of moans and cries of her name from his lips.
And she loves every last second of it. One hand gently fondles his sack, lovingly playing with his balls as Ishtar takes him down to the base, the other is hard at work between her thighs. Ishtar had slowly been working herself into a frenzy waiting for her summoner, a process that was only accelerated upon his arrival. Now? Now that her name is uttered in such reverence, the man she loves helpless to do more than vocalize his pleasure at her actions? It's all that the descendant of Thrud can do to not skip foreplay and take him inside her depths now.
But her will is stronger than the desires of her body, and so she continues to service his cock with her mouth. It's grown in her throat, and if Kiran had a better angle to look at her neck, he would be able to see a rather obvious outline of his dick bulging and throbbing inside the wet, hot cavern of her mouth. Then again, such a sight would cause his approaching climax to occur far, far too swiftly for his liking. And he already wasn't going to last much longer under her ministrations, but the tactician was nothing if not stubborn. One way or the other, he would hold out as long as he possibly could dammit! 'I'm not gonna be some two-pump chump!'
But alas, the woman between his legs had other plans. Reluctantly, Ishtar left her drenched sex alone for the time being, and pulls her head back until half of his member is outside of her mouth. Only to wrap her tits around him, enveloping his cock in both the maddeningly soft embrace of her bust, and the heat of her mouth. Under this assault he could not last, bunching up great handfuls of the sheets in his grip, all but shouting at the sensations his lover was causing.
"ISHTAR!" he screams, hips bucking into her breasts as his balls swell, churning with a load that's soon to be inside her mouth. Her eyes widen as the first rope goes straight down her throat, and she decides immediately that she needs more of his seed. Her breasts stroke him ever faster, her lips forming a seal around his head to get as much of his cum as she can. And Kiran is more than happy to give it to her, choked groans and grunts of pleasure escaping as he fills her mouth to capacity, almost causing an overflow while she drinks his discharge down. Almost.
The order's tactician swears he's never heard a more lewd sound in his life than the one made by his dick popping out of her mouth, still twitching and spurting out drops of jizz. Ishtar makes a point of showing off her empty mouth, and the sight of it has him more aroused than ever before. He surges forward, practically tackling her to the bed and lining his member up with her slick, sopping entrance. Her eyes widen in surprise at the bold move, and when her hand grips his length, pressing it further into her folds, the heir of House Friege gets exactly what she's looking for.
Kiran plunges inside of her pussy without a second thought, his mind consumed by a haze of lust spawned by the impossibly beautiful woman beneath him. There is no time given to adjust, no slow, tender thrusts one would expect of lovemaking. No, no this is not anything slow in the slightest. This is nothing more than relentless fucking, a man helpless to resist that primal urge to take a gorgeous, wet, and willing woman with everything he had, and then some.
"GODS! Kiran! Just like that, don't you slow down!"
... out of everything he's heard since his arrival in Askr, all the praise received from legendary heroes, tacticians, rulers and leaders of kingdoms, and even out and out gods, there is nothing that has made him feel better than that. Than to have Ishtar all but begging for him to continue fucking her hard, to not slow down or stop at all. Hearing his name in that breathy, high pitched tone of hers didn't hurt either, of course.
His hips pound down into her sex, her long legs circling his waist and pulling her lover just that inch or so deeper. As much as he would love to kiss her again, to taste her on his tongue once more, that would mean silencing her cries of pleasure, taking away the ability to hear her moans and whimpers. A price far too high in his eyes, and so he contents himself with attacking her breasts, taking a painfully stiff nipple into his mouth and sucking away like he was a man dying of thirst. His hand fondles and kneads Ishtar's unattended tit, switching between a maddeningly soft touch, and an intensity that threatens to send her over the edge into what promises to be a mind blowing orgasm.
Which, if her increasingly frequent moans are anything to go by, is not far from her now. Her arms drag his face up to hers, and Ishtar kisses him deeply, tears beginning to trail down her cheeks as their tongues meet yet again. Never before had she experienced such pleasures, and now that she has a taste of the more carnal side of her summoner, well, the thunder goddess wants more of this newfound ferocity.
Her climax strikes out of the blue, Kiran's dick angling just right to press directly against a certain little bundle of nerves. Her reaction is immediate, howling his name into the kiss as her mind sinks beneath the white hot waves of lust, of ecstasy, her body beginning to writhe and quiver beneath him. The sensation of her walls clamping down on his length is maddening, and for a moment the summoner wonders if this is where he finally loses himself. 'Not yet... I can... last a little bit longer!'
It was a very good thing that she had made him cum so hard earlier, or else he would have long since flooded her womb with his seed, painted the walls of her pussy white with the load churning in his swollen balls. The vice like grip of her sex was matched only by how soft they were around his cock, the tight, wet heat already an addiction for the young man. Just as Ishtar has taken to his forceful, more intense side, so too has he been enchanted by the pleasures her body has given him.
It won't be much longer until he follows her over that peak, and fills her with his cum for the second time tonight. And despite how much he's enjoying their current position, he can't help but want things to be a little more... rougher. Without warning Kiran pulls out of her twitching slit, a confused moan of dismay escaping those wonderfully plump lips of hers. A moan that soon turns into an outright scream as he flips her over, slamming himself back inside her depths as he reaches for her hair and pulls, an act that leaves Ishtar, proud warlock of Friege, sobbing in untold rapture.
The sound of skin on skin clapping together in the oldest of dances fills the room as he fucks her harder and harder, his free hand squeezing and smacking her large, shapely ass like a man possessed. The sight of the red marks on her pale cheeks is a drug that he never wants to quit, and her orgasm only solidifies that decision. It also sends him crashing over that edge at last, an incoherent shout spilling from his mouth as he hilts himself inside her pussy, thick ropes of white flooding her fertile womb. The thought of possibly impregnating her only serves to make him cum harder, Kiran abandoning his grip at her hair and pulling her tighter to his body, desperate to work even an inch more inside of her.
It feels like an eternity passes before they come back down to themselves again, and Ishtar lays there beneath him, panting and mewling in equal measure. With a low groan of effort, the curvaceous beauty manages to roll them over, and collapses against his bared chest, utterly spent and satisfied more than she had ever thought possible.
"...I'd...like that cookie now. If... I've done enough to earn it. Don't you?" For a moment, he worries that perhaps he has upset her with his little jest, or that she has fallen asleep on top of him. Which wouldn't be the worst outcome in the world, but he would like to at least talk to her after what they've done. And figure out just what they are, after tonight.
"... you've done, more than enough. Gods, I... can't feel my legs. You... I don't, know how they do things in your world but... surely this is grounds to start a relationship, no? If... you will have me."
His jaw goes slack at her words, and his heartbeat spikes beneath her breast. Then a soft smile spreads across his face, and his lips brush over her brow in a silent reply, and her heart soars.
"... I must confess, I can only do chocolate chip with any skill. Lemon is... beyond me, for the moment."
The answering groan draws a laugh from his lover, and slowly the new couple drift into slumber, Kiran sleepily dragging the blanket over them both. Ishtar snuggles deeper into his chest, content to leave him inside of her until the morning. And then... well, the fun would begin again, of course.