First Knight: Martina

Later that night, I made my way to the private pool I had reserved.  I had several cases of wine and champaign with me as well as some beers and a packet of “skins.”  I sat down in the pool and waited for Martina to show.  She did after a few minutes, timidly sliding in after me.  She sat down next to me and we sat there for a few awkward moments.

       

“It’s not as easy when its not spur of the moment, isn’t it?” I joked.

 

She smiled back, “Heh.  I was just thinking that we should have started that night in the library.

 

“Heh.  Think of how pissed the library staff would have been to have caught us after that.”

 

Martina laughed at that and I joined in before shaking my head, “Look at us, talking about hiding away for a romantic moment in the library like two juveniles courting each other for the first time.”

 

She nodded, “Not exactly what one thinks of when they picture Knights and dragons is it?”

 

“Not at all,” I reached back and pulled out two fluted glasses and a bottle of champaign.  As I offered her a glass, I asked, “Is this better?”

 

“Much.  Thank you.”

 

We sat there in the pool with my arm around her waist for a few minutes in silence, looking up at the stars.  We spent a good hour pointing out constellations from our respective races and talking about what they meant.  It turned out that dragons had way more, which makes sense for flying creatures that need to navigate over large distances, but I was surprised at the deep meanings behind many of them.  Not only does every constellation represent a major historical or legendary figure, but the individual stars have their own meanings too.  As a result the draconic zodiac is significantly more complicated than the human one.

 

Martina explained further, “See that constellation right there?” she guided my hand to point out how a few dozen stars formed together to make a four winged dragon, “That constellation is Martinus the Greater, my father.”

 

“Your father was made into a constellation?  I knew he was famous from the war against Isocrates, but I had no idea that he was that well renown…”

 

Martina nodded happily, “It was the presiding sign when we first met actually.  The star that was dominant was… lets see…” I saw her hand count down the stars in the constellation until she reached one in the middle, “Faustus.  Faustus was the dominant star.  It signifies good fortune or luck.”

 

I looked Martina in the eyes and smiled, “Considering we met each other that day, I’d say it lived up to its name.”

 

Martina smiled back slyly, “Well… that first meeting wasn’t so lucky, but overall I’d agree.”

 

As we watched a shooting star pass by, I asked Martina, “Are you sure that you’re ready to do this?”

 

Martina nodded, “I’ve been dreaming about it.”

 

With that, I pushed her hair back and kissed her.  It may strike some as strange to begin sex that way, but I always felt that sex is an expression of love.  And how else does one indicate love but with a kiss?  We sat there in each other’s arms for what felt like an age; finally I began to slide my hands down her smooth body.  As they reached below her rear, I lifted picking her up and setting her down on the rocks that served as a stairway and bench for the pool.  Martina was beginning to turn red again, this time the flush seemed to escape her face and cover much of her body.  She was warm to the touch, almost warmer than the pool around me.  I looked at her concerned, “Are you feeling okay, Martina?”

 

She gulped and nodded, “Yes, yes I am.  Just… nervous.  That’s all.”

 

Realizing that acting nervous myself would only worsen the situation, I put on a smile of confidence that I only barely felt myself, and looked Martina in the eyes, “Don’t be,” I said, “I’m here for you.”

 

With that I leaned in to kiss her again, as I did so, I moved my hands behind her and began to slowly massage the small of her back.  I was delighted to hear the moans and sighs of pleasure that the simple act gave her and I gently continued on, tentatively exploring the region with my hands.  As she was beginning to relax, I spread her legs apart and pressed myself up against her.  I could feel her body ready for me, but I held off for the time being, continuing to our foreplay.  As I went on, I moved one hand up and began to gently stroke her hair as she moaned against me.  Moving my other hand away from her back, I reached down and began to slowly touch and tease her inner thighs and the pelvis, keeping my hand away from her sex the whole while.  As I was exploring her thighs and hips with my hands, I moved my mouth away from her lips and up to her ears,  biting with my lips around the lobe, I was rewarded with a slight giggle that turned into a deep moan as I continued to work with my hands.   As I finished toying with her earlobe, I slid my head further down and back, placing a few soft kisses on the nape of her neck.  As I pulled away I returned my hands to her hips and looked her in the eyes, there was a twinkling there, an expression of happiness and excitement about what had happened and what was to come.

 

Biting her lip in a rather attractive manner, Martina looked at me and said, “My turn now,” she slowly led us out of the pool and guided me down into a seated position near the water.

 

Martina then took a few steps back, got to her knees, and started to crawl forward towards me, the sultry manner in which she swayed her hips and breasts arousing my interest.  As she got near, she arched her back and raised her rear in the air, giving me an amazing show of the curves of her body.  Her hips and her rear tapered into her narrow waist which then erupted again at her magnificent chest, a perfect hourglass figure.  As she reached my waist, she took the tip of my manhood and began to tease it using her mouth and hands, running her fingers slowly and sensually up and down it while she sucked on the tip.  As she worked, she kept her rear in the air, and slowly swayed and shifted it back and forth to show it off in an almost hypnotizing display.  It wasn’t long before I was fully erect, but Martina didn’t stop there.  She pulled herself in closer and straddled my waist.  As I sat there, she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to press herself into me.  Looking in my eyes nervously she spoke, “Is this good?  Veila suggested it to me.”  I merely nodded my assent and she continued on.  I stared with pleasure as she… danced for lack of a better word in front of me.  She placed her hands on her head and as she swayed, I could see her breasts moving with her.  Her whole body was still flushed and the redness give a sense of liveliness to her body that was exciting to me.  Then she turned herself around and continued the process facing the other way and presenting me with her magnificent rear.  The way it pressed itself against my manhood, occasionally taking it in between her cheeks and stroking it on multiple sides was nearly enough to make me lose control of myself then and there.  

 

After several minutes of this treatment, my manhood was as rigid as it could get.  I placed my hand gently on Martina’s shoulders and said, “I think I’m ready.  Are you?”

 

She nodded quietly and got off my waist, “I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

 

With that she got on all fours, and leaned forward, raising her rear end.  The way the moon and the stars lit her body up only highlighted the flushed areas and aroused me more.  I knelt behind her and positioned myself.  There was a tense moment where we stayed there in that position, and then I moved.  As I entered Martina for the first time, she let out a gasp of surprise and pain, but before it could even end, it turned into a throaty moan of pleasure.  As I thrusted  in and out rhythmically I could see the remains of Martina’s virginity on my manhood and could feel muscles that Martina had probably never used before contracting around me in a manner that elicited a low groan of joy from my own lips.

 

At this moment I sped up, increasing my tempo and eliciting more moans from Martina.  At this point she seemed almost delirious with pleasure screaming, “Yes, Sir Knight!  Please!  More, ride me more!  Yes!”  I must admit that my ego and pride in myself was quite ticked to hear this and it lead me to increasing the speed and force of my thrusts.  As I was about to release, I pulled out to calm down.  As Martina looked back, confused I leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth, before gently guiding her onto her back.  There, with her legs spread for me and her entire body lit up by the moonlight, she appeared to be a divine gift, just for me.  I plunged into her again, this time the two of us could passionately kiss as we made love.  Again the heat, the wetness, and the muscles of her lower body contracted about my manhood, bringing me to the edge again, I could see that she was nearly there too, her breasts were heaving, her nipples erect, her mouth was open and she was literally panting as she moaned with pleasure.

 

As we were nearly at the climax of our night, we looked each other in the eyes.  I could see excitement, joy, pleasure, and love in Martina’s eyes, and her mouth formed a carefree smile of bliss as she moaned with pleasure.  I’m sure that my own visage reflected the same joy and happiness.

 

We shared another kiss, but had to break it off as we felt, almost as one, a tremor of energy racing through our bodies, I muttered a low “Gods above yes,” before I released myself.  As my seed flooded into Martina, I could feel her own juices pouring over me.  I collapsed onto her and we both laid there in our own fluids gasping and panting into each other’s arms, smiles of joy on our faces.

 

I turned to look into Martina’s eyes, “Whatever happens in the future, with this quest, with the Dragonmoot Council, with my own kingdom… I want you to know this.  I love you Martina.  I love you with every fiber allowed and I will stay with you for as long as the Gods allow me to.”

 

She turned to look at me, tears of joy in her eyes, “My dearest, I love you too.  And if the Gods won’t give you more time with me, then I know Draconic Lords who will!”

 

With those words we embraced again, nothing more than romance this time, but that was more than enough for us at that moment.  We stayed that way until we noticed the time that had passed, Martina sighed, “Are you sure I need to go?  Can’t you just do the others tomorrow?  Aw never mind.  I should get going, I’m sure you need to rest up a bit,” she leaned down and kissed my cheek, “I love you dearest, I can’t wait to do this again soon.”

 

I chuckled, “Bring the harness next time, you look good in it.”

 

Martina flushed, but then gave me a lewd smile, “You know, Sir Knight?  I think I may do just that.”

 

After that there wasn’t much else to do, I helped her get dressed, and that took a good amount of time, our mutual lust drawing the whole matter out and prolonging it, but then Martina had to head off, “After all, I suppose I did agree to this whole arrangement thing.”

 

We kissed one last time, and then she departed to let the next girl know that her turn was up.  I climbed back into the pool to relax for a little while longer before she arrived.