Chapter six
He did the prerequisite handshakes and kissing of the babies. He reminded me of a politician back in my own time. They’re always doing those things, but mostly it was under the guise of being elected into office. For him, it was genuine and he was not so full of himself that he thought that he was all that. He took their adulation, as a sign of respect and nothing more.
“You’re my hero.” This came out of the mouth of a young five year old boy. In his innocence, he probably didn’t even know that Braden was taking his life in his own hands. “I want to be just like you when I grow up.” This made him smile and he picked up the kid, so that they were now eye level.
“You know who my hero is?” The kid shook his head vehemently “You’re my hero. All of these people are deserving of that same sentiment. They work tirelessly to put a roof over your head and food on your tables. I’m just one man and I would never presume to think that I was anything special. Trust that your decision to pick me and the three others was the right thing to do.” He placed the kid back on the ground and his mother came to collect him.
“Forgive my son; he tends to act before thinking. I’ve tried to warn him about strangers, but he never listens.” The bodice that she was wearing was quite fetching. Had I been into such elegance, I may have tried on something that like myself. Otherwise, people were looking at me strangely and I could tell that they were wondering about what I was wearing. No woman was wearing pants. They must have thought that I was strange.
“Shana, I think it’s about time that we get you something more appropriate to wear.” I suppose if I was going to fit in, I’d have to blend into my surroundings. “There’s a market not too far away from here. It should be still in full swing, at least for another couple of hours. If we can’t find something there, then we’re not going to find anything anywhere.” As the dragon…Dragos takes off, I had to remind myself that I couldn’t call it a dragon.
As we made our way through the village, people began to converge and before long we had a bit of a posse following us around. I would call them his entourage, loyal followers that had a lot riding on his success.
We got to this bazaar and I heard all sorts of different animals and it took me a moment to adjust to the look of each one. There was even one Offus in captivity and waiting for somebody to snatch it up and bring it home for a meal. There were many Libra’s and apparently their eggs were considered to be good fortune and quite nourishing. I already knew that Braden had one in his collection. I had no idea that he would have to give up his land, but apparently it was not his to begin with. It was given to those that trained for one year to become part of the guardsmen.
“I’m sure that I’ll find something I like.” I was never one for wearing dresses, but as the old saying go when in Rome do what the Romans do. “I have particular taste.”
“I would say that you have an eccentric taste. I didn’t want to say anything before, but a woman wearing pants is frowned upon. There is no rule against it, but there is no woman that wears pants. I would rather not put a spotlight on you.” As one of those chosen from the Redstone castle, he was inundated with praise and glad tidings.
I tried to gauge his reaction, but for the most part I could see that his ego was not affected. They were stroking it repeatedly, but he was not allowing that to make him into somebody that would be conceded and arrogant. He was humble of where he came from and he reminded himself every day that his father was a hard working man. We had talked at length about his childhood.
I saw a dress that I did like and it was unique in that it was multicolored. On top was black and on the bottom was gray. With a few alterations, I could make this something that would make me proud to wear it. He must’ve seen that I was staring at it, because he doled out four coins. The woman that was selling it was elated.
“We have about an hour before the tryouts. We need to find some place for you to change.” We left the town and there was no way that they could keep up with the speed of the Dragos. I remembered what he said about the looking glass. There was no mention of it in the books that I had read. I’m sure that it was there somewhere, but I had not reached that volume.
We stopped at a nearby stream, so that the Dragos could hydrate itself. “I don’t see any place better than right here.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but then it dawned on me that he expected me to strip and change right here. “You can’t say that you’re shy.” I was far from it, but I still didn’t think it was appropriate. Then again, he had already seen everything that I had to offer. It wasn’t like it was a mystery.
“I think we both know that I’m not shy, Braden.” I jumped down and then landed awkwardly, but I didn’t twist my ankle. I should’ve been hobbling, or at the very least limping slightly, but there was no discernible pain. I turned my back on him, but I was grinning the entire time that I was taking off my black leather vest and the shirt underneath. I was naked from the waist up and I heard an intake of breath and knew that I was getting a reaction.
I reached for the button on my pants, only to find his hand there and the feel of his armor pressed up behind me. Hmmmm this seemed oddly familiar “Let me do that for you.” As his finger began to work at the button, he finally got it undone and then began to unzip my pants. He was getting pretty good at that.
“Braden, I thought that you would never ask.” I felt completely at the mercy of a man that had brought the woman into me too many times to count last night. I could still feel this heat between us, something that was easily making it a lot more difficult to be in his presence without doing something about it. “Just remember, we only have an hour.”
“You don’t have to remind me.” He pulled my pants down and I stepped out from the garment. I was biting my tongue and then he turned me and his face was now not more than a couple of inches away from my panty covered mound. I wanted to grab him by the back of the head and push his tongue inside me, but I didn’t wanna be too presumptuous.
“Damn, Shana, you certainly do know how to make a good first impression. You take my breath away.” He grazed his hands on either side of my thighs and I felt this sensation of euphoria. I gasped out loud and he must have taken that as a sign that I wanted him to continue his exploration. “Just seeing you like this has made me hard in my armor.”
I still couldn’t get over that the material was like a very skintight leotard. However, if you were to touch it, it was hard as steel. It moved like it was alive and I could see the outline of his cock, as clear as day. There was no way that I could allow him to go to the try out looking like that. I would have to alleviate him of that big problem.
My fingertips felt along the cod piece, until I found the hidden switch and flicked it with my finger. It came loose and his manhood was now giving a firm salute to the sky. The knob was flared and I could tell that he must’ve been thinking about me and not in a platonic way.
“Shana, I don’t think you know this, but it’s not ladylike to expose a man from his armor. I’m not complaining. I’ve already learned that you are unpredictable at the best of times.” I took his cock and I wiped it back and forth with the wet center of my panties. I could see that he was leaving a telltale stain of his own in combination to my own juices. It was soaking through the material.
I had a firm hold on him. When I moved my hand up over the head, I would find a slick feel that made it easier for me to continue this hand job.
He was not one to be left out, so he reached out and began to play lightly over my panties. The feel of his digit working its way along the edges of the leg was amazing. It was like he was starting something and basically he was rubbing two sticks together to see if he could get a spark.
“I think it’s about time that I do this.” I fell onto my knees in worship to his love muscle. I took it into my mouth and I started to use all sorts of different tricks to get his attention. He was soon moaning and trying his best to stay still. It was going to be difficult, because I was very good at this type of sexual act. I had been perfecting it since I was a teenager and I knew exactly what buttons to push to send him over the edge. It wasn’t the finish line that I was after. It was the endurance and the journey toward the finish line. I enjoyed putting a man through a certain sexual torture and pleasure at the same time. I didn’t have any complaints and most often than not those that were fortunate enough to be in my bed had the desire to be there again. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for commitment and decided that playing the field was more to my liking.
“I don’t know where you learned to do something like that, but that is not ladylike either.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the blow job or the feel of my tongue now licking his balls with his cock now firmly entrenched within my throat. I stayed completely still and let him enjoy the feelings that I was giving him. It was my pleasure and it gave me a unique thrill to hold him in my tight mouth and know that he was at my mercy. If I wanted to, I could finish him off, but I could also leave him wanting more. Maybe there was a way to have both at the same time.
He was holding onto a branch above him and was now moving his hips, almost in an unconscious fashion. I was leaving a sheen of spit along his length and I could feel that long vein in back throbbing incessantly. It was pulsing with its own life and the knob began to swell, giving me every reason to believe that he was going to lose it.
“Shana… I can’t even tell you how that feels.” I was almost certain that this world had not been introduced to the art of fellatio. He must have thought that it was something that I had picked up from the other side of the land of Markham.
I knew how sensitive the top of the head was and I concentrated my efforts on swiping my tongue back and forth and around it. This brought forth more of that creamy tang. The taste lingered on my tongue, painting the surface like I would if I was holding a brush to a canvas. I took it out of my mouth and moved it across my lips like it was my own personal lipstick. That sticky substance clung to my lips. I licked them clean and prepared to go after more from the source.
I had my hand down the waistband of my panties. If I thought that I was soaked before, then stroking my little clit and moving one of my fingers deep inside was only compounding the issue. I began to moan and the vibration was now being translated along his shaft.
“What’s happening?” What was happening was that he was going to lose his nut and had no idea that this was even possible by a woman’s mouth. “Jesus…stop…please…don’t…yes…YESSSSSSSSSSS.” His seed was delicious and there was no bitter aftertaste. It was creamy and it must’ve been a byproduct of what he ate on a daily basis.
Each spurt filled my mouth. I let it hit the back of my throat, but go no further. I continued to jerk him with quick easy strokes, until he finally came to the end of his climax. I also knew that a man’s cock would be extra sensitive after such an explosive discharge. I wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity. I wasn’t sure if it was going to work on him, but there was only one way to find out.
I grabbed his love stick and pulled it back to my lips, only to feel him jerking and trying his best to pull away from me. He moaned incoherently and his legs were shaking something fierce. I finally let him go, but it was with reluctance and regret that we didn’t have more time to take this down into the stream.
My mouth was full and I let it stay there, savoring all of it, until finally I let it slide all the way down. It was a nice way to start a morning. He looked at me incredulously. He backed away like I was some sort of witch.
“I don’t even know what to say after something like that. I think it might be best that you keep what we just did here to ourselves. People would not understand. I’m not saying that we’re not going to do that again, because it felt too damn good not to.” I stood and I put on that dress, using my own fingernails to make certain alterations. The slit that I made up the side was only visible if I moved the right way. I didn’t have to do anything to the bodice, because it was pushing up everything in just the right way.
I thought of something that would complement the outfit. I grabbed the leather vest and put it on over the dress. I knew that he was going to say something, but then he decided that it was in his best interest to keep his mouth shut. I guess since I was wearing a dress, he didn’t see a reason to argue over a small thing like a leather vest.