Tribunal Kingdom In A Stone Age: Blood, Lust, Gladiators and Milfs

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Lick Me, Worship Me :) (18+)

Korr... kept the rotations adjusted so that Renn was not left alone on the quieter stretches for long.

Bor walked the lower paths with the same closed face he had worn since the window near the secondary fires.

The center post still stood.

The cost of that standing had simply become more complicated for more than one man.

Vara felt the pressure of the continued quiet the way a fighter feels a held breath before the next cut.

Near dusk she sent for Korr...

The flap closed behind him with a soft finality.

Vara stood waiting, already stripped to the bone necklace and nothing else.

The silver streaks in her hair caught the light.

Her heavy breasts were bare, nipples already standing.....

The day’s continued stillness and the thinner first band sat in her eyes, but beneath the Matron’s cold clarity there was something hotter, darker, and deliberately hungry.

Elka is still cutting with memory and silence and the marks she leaves on the men who held the stone.

The fraction is still standing.

The valley is still counting.”

She closed the distance until the heat of her body reached him.

”Tonight I do not care about the valley’s counting.

Tonight I take what is mine. I want my pussy worshipped from the feet up.

I want to feel your tongue on every part of me before I decide how you finish.

And I want to hear you while you do it.”

She kissed him hard, teeth scraping his lower lip until she tasted blood.

When she broke the kiss her eyes were dark.

”Clothes off. On your knees.

Start at my feet.”

Korr stripped and went to his knees on the furs.

Vara settled back against the low stone bench, legs slightly parted, and extended one bare foot toward his mouth.

”Lick,” she ordered. ”Slow.

From the toes....

I want to feel how hungry you are.”

Korr took her foot in his hands and dragged his tongue over the sole in a long, thorough stroke.

He licked each toe in turn, slow and deliberate, sucking lightly at the tips until Vara’s breath deepened.

She watched him with dark, satisfied eyes.

”That’s it,” she murmured. ”Worship it....

The same mouth that held the northwestern stone is going to clean every part of me tonight. Higher.”

He licked up the inside of her ankle, then her calf, then the soft skin behind her knee. Vara’s breathing grew heavier.

She opened her legs wider as his mouth climbed her inner thigh, slow and wet, leaving a trail of saliva that cooled in the lamp light.

When he finally reached the heat between her legs she stopped him with a hand in his hair.

”Not yet,” she said. ”Look at it first.

Tell me what you see.”

Korr’s voice was rough. ”You’re already wet. Dripping.... Fuck, Vara”

”Mommy,” she corrected, voice thick.

”Say it properly while you look at my cunt.”

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”Mommy’s already dripping,” he said, the words low and obedient.

”Soaking. Ready.”

”Good boy.” She released his hair. ”Now eat. Tongue flat. Slow. I want to feel nasty, before you finger me.”

Korr dragged his tongue through her folds in a long, thorough stroke from bottom to top, then circled her clit with the tip.

Vara’s head fell back against the stone.

A low, hungry moan left her throat.

”Urgh... Yes just like that. Slower.... Make me feel how much you want it.”

He licked her with open hunger long, flat strokes, then focused circles on her clit, then deeper, pushing his tongue inside her and fucking her with it while she moaned above him.

The wet sounds of his mouth filled the chamber.

Vara’s hips began to roll against his face.

”Fingers,” she ordered, voice already rough. ”Two. Inside. Curl them.... Deeper...

Don’t stop licking.”

Korr pushed two fingers into her cunt and curled them upward while his tongue kept working her clit.

Vara’s moan broke into something louder and filthier.

She ground down onto his hand and mouth, riding both, one hand locked in his hair.

”Pretty boy, Talk to me,” she demanded between moans.

”Tell me how my cunt feels while you finger it.”

”Wide” Korr’s voice was muffled against her. ”Tasty... Soaking my fingers.

Fuck.... you’re clenching”

”Harder. Curl deeper..... I want to come on your tongue before I even touch that cock.”

He gave her harder.

His fingers worked her in steady, filthy thrusts while his tongue lashed her clit.

Vara’s moans grew louder, thirstier, more open raw, hungry sounds that left no doubt what was happening in the deep chamber.

He licked her through it until she finally pulled him back by the hair, breathing hard.

”Good,” she said, voice thick.

”Now lie back!”

Mommy is going to use her feet on that cock until you paint yourself.”

Korr lay back on the furs.

His cock was hard and flushed, already leaking against his stomach.

Vara settled beside him, lifted one bare foot, and pressed the sole against his shaft.

She stroked him slowly at first long, firm slides of her foot from base to head, the soft skin of her sole dragging over the sensitive underside.

Korr’s hips jerked.

A rough sound left his throat.

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”Big cock,” Vara murmured, pleased.

She added her second foot, trapping his cock between both soles, and began to stroke him in earnest tight, rhythmic, filthy footjob strokes that made the wet sound of his leaking cock smear across her skin.

”Tell me how it feels.”

”Fuck” Korr’s voice was wrecked.

”Softly tight I’m not going to last if you keep”

”You last until I say.”

She stroked him faster, the head of his cock peeking between her toes on every upstroke. ”Moan for me, I’m begging.... Louder... I want to hear how badly this big cock needs to come.”

He gave her louder.

The wet, filthy sound of her feet working his cock filled the chamber.

Vara watched his face with dark, seductive eyes, adjusting the pressure and speed whenever he got too close, denying him the edge twice until his thighs were shaking and low, broken sounds were pouring out of him.

”Urgh....” he rasped. ”Mommy....”

”Come,” she ordered. ”Paint Mommy’s feet. Now.”

Korr came hard with a raw, broken shout, thick ropes pulsing across her feet and ankles and the furs beneath.

Vara kept stroking him through it with slow, milking slides of her soles, coaxing every last drop until he was spent and shaking.

She lifted one cum-smeared foot and looked at it with open satisfaction.

”Clean it,” she said. ”Tongue.

Every fuckin drop.”

Korr rose onto his elbows and licked her feet clean slow, through strokes, tasting himself on her skin while she watched.

When both feet were clean she pushed him back down and crawled over him until her mouth was level with his big aggressive cock.

”My turn to taste properly,” she said.

”Stay still.

Mommy is going to suck this cock until there’s nothing left, and you are going to talk while she does it.”

She took him into her mouth in one long, wet slide all the way to the root, throat working around him even though he was still half-soft from the first climax.

The overstimulated sensation pulled a broken, almost pained sound from Korr’s chest.

Vara moaned around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk, and began to suck him back to full hardness with deep, filthy, relentless strokes.

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Spit ran down his shaft. The wet, gagging sounds of her throat filled the chamber.

She deep-throated him without mercy, moaning openly every time she took him to the root and held, one hand stroking and milking what her mouth couldn’t take.

”Talk,” she ordered when she pulled off for a breath, spit connecting her lips to his cock. ”Tell me how Mommy’s throat feels.”

”You the best...” Korr’s voice was destroyed. ”Hot, Sweet, tight, fuck... I can feel you swallowing around me”

”Good.”

She took him back into her throat and sucked harder, deeper, the wet sounds obscene.

When he was fully hard again and twitching against her tongue she pulled off just long enough to speak.

”I’m going to suck every drop out of this cock with my mouth.

You’re going to come down my throat.

And you’re going to watch me swallow.”

She deep-throated him again and began to suck in earnest long, wet, rhythmic strokes that made filthy, gagging sounds fill the low light.

One hand cupped his stones and squeezed in time with the bob of her head.

The other reached between her own legs and fingered her cunt while she sucked him, moaning continuously around his length.

Korr’s hands locked in her silver-streaked hair. His hips began to stutter.

”Fuck... Urgh... I’m close” he rasped. ”Fuck..... Mommy!”

She only sucked harder, taking him all the way into her throat and holding while her tongue worked the underside.

Korr came with a raw, shattered sound, pulsing thick and heavy down her throat.

Vara swallowed around him once, twice, three times taking every drop, moaning at the feel of it, throat working until he was spent and twitching.

She pulled off slowly, licked the last trace from the head of his cock, and swallowed once more with open satisfaction.

Then she climbed up his body, kissed him hard so he could taste himself on her tongue, and settled her dripping cunt against his big aggressive cock.

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”One more,” she said, voice rough and absolute. ”You’re going to fuck me until I come on this cock.

Talk to me while you do it. I want to hear every filthy thought in your head.”

She sank down onto him in one long, claiming drop.

The heat of her made him groan.

She began to ride with deep, rolling strokes hands braced on his chest, heavy breasts swinging, bone necklace clicking.

”Talk,” she demanded, moaning between words.

”Tell me how my cunt feels wrapped around this aggressive cock I just drained.”

”Damn... Perfect” Korr’s voice was wrecked.

”Tight wet still pulsing from when you came on my tongue”

”Urgh.... Louder.” She slammed her hips down harder and let out a long, filthy moan. ”That’s it! Take it! Take Mommy’s cunt.

I want to feel bruised when I stand on the ledge tomorrow.”

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She rode him harder, the wet slap of skin filling the chamber.

Her moans grew louder, thirstier, more open with every stroke raw, hungry sounds that left no doubt what was happening in the deep chamber.

She came body clamping down around his cock in strong pulses.

The force of it dragged a final, almost painful climax from him while she kept moving, using every part of him until there was nothing left.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing ragged, sweat and come and the smell of sex thick in the low lamp light. Vara’s forehead rested against his.

Korr’s hands remained on her hips, fingers pressed into the marks he had left.

Outside, the smaller internal rotations continued.

The four missing men remained missing.

The quieter knives kept moving in the lower caves.

Vara finally spoke, voice rough and absolute.

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”The high rock is finished.

The first band is spent.

Elka is still cutting with memory and silence and the marks she leaves on the men who held the stone.

Tonight the claim is renewed in full from the feet up, filthy, loud, and certain.

You are still mine.

This big aggressive cock is still mine.

When the next knife moves, you will remember exactly who you belong to... and how hard you came on Mommy’s tongue and feet and cunt.”