Zuria Kingdom

A singular goal shared by a pair of individuals. How very fitting for that pair of individuals to be Cador and Merlyn, both of whom seemed to have no problem giving themselves over to their desires at least for the moment. Still the cheeky commentary didn't stop. A quick quip left the mouth of Cador specifically concerned with the potential waste of hospitality. A smile crossed the succubus' face as those magenta eyes of hers glowed with more power than they'd shown in quite a while, though her body was still vibrating with it. "Not to worry Sir Cador, nothing you give me... will ever be wasted~" she chimed in. It wasn't necessarily in her nature to waste normal things, in the context of their current activities it wasn't possible to waste anything. Her nature demanded the power granted by this bout of pleasure-seeking. And she would take from him, since he offered it to freely. By the time the wave of her newest flourish washed over her, she felt the end of Cador at least twice. In the same moment the man seemed to stop, but not without burying himself in her deepest reaches. She felt this within herself and her nature was satisfied by it. A sigh escaped her as she found herself leaning in just a tad her tongue flicking the man's earlobe as she began to speak softly to him. "I have to wonder if there are any more desires Sir Cador wishes to indulge," she mused. She knew their time would eventually have to end here, but there was no reason to make sure his current fantasies weren't fulfilled in the meantime. Whatever was next she'd accept just the same.... until such a time as their current meeting would come to an end.

If Merlyn would waste nothing, then Cador would spare nothing. At least that much could be said during whatever time they shared in this manner. Perhaps he'd eventually be capable of not freezing up at every ejaculation. Ah well; it seemed to work out fine this time, with Merlyn even broaching whatever additional desires he had. He was quite occupied with settling, catching his breath after the second flourish of the afternoon. That sounded like an offer. He could hardly refuse such a thing, especially while she was already making use of her tongue against his earlobe to further entice him. "Perhaps there are," he said. Since it was obvious how this form of intercourse would progress otherwise, he decided to pull back─ even out, for a moment. He sat beside Merlyn, leaning against the tree and letting his breath return properly. "You needn't wonder, Merlyn. I do wonder though, since you can physically react to my desires and all, what skills does a succubus such as yourself acquire over the centuries? Is that also something decided in a single moment?"

Another agreement was reached, even so, it seemed Merlyn was in for a slight intermission as Cador withdrew from her person. It seemed that Cador took her questioning statement as an offer and of course it was... Still she found it interesting that he implied his desires by his statements even though she'd already flicked his ear with her tongue. His breathing was returning to Normal and Merlyn herself was shifting so she was before this man looking at him in the eye. His use of her name in his statement caused her to sharpen her eyes just a little. She really might like that too much. "Oh? The answer to that question isn't so simple~" she mused as she leaned into him. "It could be said that about situations like these I know everything... but that my use and skills are dependent on the person I am with in the moment their desires are determined," she said softly. "For instance... if you desired a clumsy maiden, I could have been that..." she said softly that tongue of hers had begun moving again, this time her tongue traced down his neck down his chest and over a well muscled-stomach. "That isn't to say I don't retain all my skills earned and developed. Also, I can show you... since you're interested~" she mentioned with a casual roll of her eyes. Her tongue on the last part of its trip would flicker over the tip of his tool tasting him in the moment. She was far from prudish in the moment and cared not about devouring that which had previously been within her body. She always tasted particularly sweet and she'd taste that on the Spirit Knights skin along with the peculiar quality of his energy. Well she wasn't really about to stop herself, so she began paying lip service to the Knight, her tongue beginning to lick his shaft.

The answer may not have been 'simple' so to speak, but it was very direct nonetheless. To put things in lay terms, the answer to Cador's question was... yes. Merlyn's abilities activated when the moment required such, but the skills she developed in the moment remained with her. Cador wondered what this could mean for the likes of him, but he was soon to find out regardless. Merlyn's intentions were clear by the time her tongue began making its way from his neck, down his torso. Though it was difficult enough to deal with that, he could hardly withhold his excitement for what was clearly coming next. By the time her tongue was at his tip, he had managed to distract himself enough with the thought of a 'clumsy maiden' as she put it, but that wouldn't be allowed to last very long as an idea. In fact, his mind would be forcibly blanked by the simple act of Merlyn's tongue moving along his shaft.

What a dangerous idea this was turning out to be, albeit all too worthwhile. Alas, there was an imbalance the knight couldn't fail to recognize. Surely there was more to a succubus than the acquisition of energies through intercourse and providing pleasure, right? In this case especially, there was a human within that demonic shell. There was always a simple fact about the knight Sir Cador, as well. He was quite the willful individual, and his will would be imposed on the sorceress, if there was any effect to be had by it. His desire was not simply to be pleasured, but to have an experience. As such, the desire his soul radiated would involve a bit of repositioning on Merlyn's part, that she might also offer herself for the tasting.

Merlyn's explanation of her actual abilities seemed to be enough for Sir Cador. Beyond this she'd just begun to tease his cock with her tongue when the man had a sudden shift in his own will. Her nature as a succubus made this man's desires her own, and she was starting to find his willfulness manifested in the strangest of ways. Most were selfish by their own natures, would repay favors just because they'd been given and made no offers if not coerced. So, imagine Merlyn's surprise when this man's newest desire manifested as one which involved her movement so he could give to her as well?

Her own work stopped for the moment though not without a teasing word or two, and a flick of her tongue along his shift. "Hm? How very hospitable, and chivalrous... Sir Cador~" she mused. A man like this who gave and took in equal portions was rare indeed, but she had no complaints to lodge as she shifted her person. She'd be above him with her knees on either side of his body, but her head would be aimed back towards her prize. At the same time, she'd end up presenting her sex to be tasted by the man below. Such a position was one of wonder, and one of infinite distraction, how much could be done while both people were experiencing the pleasure offered by another while trying to offer their own? She supposed if any managed to make this a properly enjoyable experience, Sir Cador would be the one. Besides, it was in her nature to take what was offered to her, even things such as this would always be accepted happily. A gentle twitch of her hips would leave her to return to work, her tongue flicking over the tip of him before her lips closed completely around his girth. Once this occurred she'd move her tongue against him as she found this angle ideal, for allowing the man shelter within the warm depths of her mouth.

Hospitable. Chivalrous. These words could hardly be applied to Cador at the time. Presently, he was only a step away from being some desire-driven beast. He would taste this succubus, and by chance, it was an act of fairness. Perhaps it started differently in his mind, but this was the case now. Oh, and how complacent Merlyn was when the desire took effect. What Cador saw in a matter of moments, was the core of Merlyn─ the core of that which called to his very libido. There was a simultaneous throbbing of his heart and cock, as every fiber of his being was compelled. Did it matter that he had so recently spilled his essence into this orifice─ twice, no less? Not one bit. His tongue erupted from his mouth, but suddenly... there was reason to hesitate. It seemed the mouth of a succubus was also no laughing matter when applied; Cador hadn't been expecting another hiccup in his actions from this. Nevertheless, he'd push onward. During one pulse of his member, he moved his neck forward to press his tongue against her nub. He meant to begin with only casual strokes of the tongue, but that wasn't what happened at all. Instead, his very lips were pressed into her womanhood, tongue repeatedly swirling clockwise between them as he inhaled through his mouth. What would this accomplish? He didn't know, in all honestly─ it was simply what he felt was necessary without any prior assumptions of functionality.

In fairness to the Spirit Knight, Merlyn found herself in a rather dangerous predicament as well. This position had the ability to distract her quite a bit, especially while she maintained the movements of her mouth and tongue. Sir Cador might not have thought his a generous act from his own desire, but such claims on such intimate parts of bodies were very seldom made. Still, she found it more than amusing that closing her mouth around him caused him such a distraction too bad she'd soon be in for her of her own. As she inhaled through her mouth tightening the feel of it and avoiding her own teeth, Sir Cador began his work in earnest against her most sensitive area. His lips were pressed against the ones not on her face, but instead between her legs and she got to experience the feeling of his tongue swirling around her nub made her swoon. In fact an audible moan came from her filled mouth. Not only did this cause extra saliva to leak out down and around his shaft, but it also caused the swallowing motion of her throat. She could in this case get more and more of him into the warmth of her mouth. She also involuntarily lowered herself further granting the man easier access as she found herself further relaxing into this treatment. If it went on too long she'd find herself in grave danger as she bobbed her head up and down his cock sucking with more applied pressure as if to keep more from spilling out of her mouth. She had no cheeky commentary to spare currently but that was fine. She was far too busy trying not to get too distracted by this man's tongue to finish what she'd started.

Distractions. Without a doubt, there were many instances of lost thought patterns and foregone plans. That was fine, though. In fact, there was an interesting cycle created by this strange phenomenon. The additional salivation of Merlyn, as well as the general growing intensity of her sucking, continuously resulted in reactive actions on Cador's part. He'd begun sucking the succubus' folds, licking intermittently, all while his arms encased her midriff. Labored breathing escaped him each time his tongue protruded, cascading over Merlyn's sex as he failed to maintain any calmness to his air intake. Soon enough, his tongue would be inserted and plunging into Merlyn's nether as if it were a placeholder for his own manhood. The occasional exchange was still made, though, if only to lap up the fluids which made their way down her crevice. Distractions, though plentiful, were indeed functioning as an aide to Cador by causing him to do such things.

Sir Cador was indeed just as distracted as Merlyn herself. His arms surrounding her torso were noted with widening eyes, but as she was currently she seemed to enjoy this aspect. The sensations caused by his erratic breathing, the movements of his tongue within her person, only added to such distractions for the white haired lass. Her own motions were spurred on by his actions as well. Each of his switches to a different maneuver made her do more as well, from added suction to movements of her tongue and squeezing of her cheeks for applied pressure. Gentle flickers of her tongue over the head of him when he almost left her mouth would be followed by the full encompassing of his shaft down quite a ways so far that he'd find himself nestled all the way to the back of her mouth. Even so, the distracting movements of the Spirit Knights tongue would eventually bring a flourish to Merlyn which had her body spilling its own fluids and radiating pleasure. The extra relaxation of this release would cause the swallowing motion which allowed Sir Cador's manhood to completely disappear down the woman's throat as he was hit with the power of her pleasure as well. Would he release this time? She was quite curious, he seemed to fight against at least partially her power to force such things out of him... but she was fine with such a thing. After all, if the Spirit Knight's dreams tasted good, the nature of her being said anything spilled from him would be delicious as well. At the thought alone her throat contracted a little so that she'd not let go of him but instead moved to spread that potential fluid all across her tongue if he didn't fight against her wishes.

Yet another interesting thing about the exchange happening here, was how it registered to Cador's senses. He was mentally quite adjusted to how Merlyn passively interacted with him on a spiritual level, but physically was another tale entirely. He couldn't see what she was doing at all, and for some reason, that only made every sensation more incredible to experience. Knowing of Merlyn's ability to keep him going for presumably as long as she desired, he no longer intended to withhold anything. Even if he did, the snug fit of Merlyn's throat would have done him in... and that, it did. He was already feeling his end approaching upon entering the succubus' throat, and then came the pulse of energy that came alongside her own climax. If there needed to be a last straw, there was one; that was it. That spillage was happening in the moment with no restraint, whatever Merlyn intended to do with it. He'd experienced one surprise after another already, yet it seemed he was due for yet another before this leg of their meeting came to an end. . .