Heather and Tybalt
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Heather is nervous about being at this lewd holiday party, but Tybalt is here to calm her down with some of his tender ministrations.
This is an old collaborative project I worked on with people years ago. Fun times, fun times!
Heather curls up in the small, unoccupied bedroom, her whole form shuddering. Dragons… why did it have to be dragons? It's just like when she was younger. They just want to use her, just like those other dragons did, all those years ago.
The door to the bedroom squeaks open and she squeals, burying her head under the bed. Though, as she's far too big to fit under there, only her head fits in.
The voice that speaks up is not a dragon, however. It is melodious, handsome, calming. “My lady Gryphon," he speaks up, gently closing the door behind him. “What troubles you so?"
Heather warily pokes her head up from the bed, only to see the form of Tybalt, dressed in his strange armor that only covers his arms and legs. She sighs in relief and pushes herself up, though her voice wavers. “I… I thought you were a dragon, good sir knight."
He smiles and slowly approaches her, holding a hand out
She grips the sheets and he stops, remaining quiet for a moment before speaking up. “You are afraid. Here, let me help you…"
“How…?" She asks, a breathiness in her voice. The knight seems to have a calming aura around him. Despite being alone with this stranger, she feels safe, secure.
Before she could realize it, he is behind her, his gauntleted hands placed upon her shoulders. She jerks up, squawking in surprise, but soon she begins to melt against his touch, his gauntlets built so that his soft fingers would be free underneath. “I shall soothe both your body and your mind this night," he whispers into her ear, placing a soft kiss at the back of it.
Heather closes her eyes, huffing out a gentle breath. “I… I'm just so scared, of the dragons."
“You need not be… I'll keep you safe," he says, moving his hands down along her arms, but then pulling them free, taking a step back. “If you will accept my service."
Her eyes flutter open and she gulps, looking over her shoulder to him. “I… yes, please…"
“Very well. Just relax…" he says, and, with his practiced skill, he undoes his armor, letting it clatter to the floor, leaving him in only dark blue sleeves and the loincloth between his legs.
She looks over his chiseled form and stops at the cloth between his legs.
He steps up to her and shakes his head. “I'm afraid that's off limits. My holy sword is only for smiting evil foes who would pervert the sanctity of sex. You've been harmed by such evil beings, but you are not corrupted yourself. Instead, I ask you how I may best service you," he says, placing a hand upon his chest and bowing his head.
Her chest heaves up as she rolls around to face him, her back upon the mattress. “I… I wasn't born with these," she says, staring up at the ceiling and cupping her chest through her maid outfit. “But… they're the only way I can get release now."
He nods and climbs up on the bed next to her, wrapping one arm around her body tenderly and leaning in to place a gentle kiss upon her cheeks. “I've seen magic like this before. I may not be able to cure you of the pain they caused you, but I can relieve you." He moves his hand up along her stomach, brushing over one mound and then the other.
She gasps, pushing her chest upwards, and his other hand makes its way around her back, where he undoes the apron she wears, finding the zipper that holds her top up. It's a curious construction, but the paladin gets a feel for it and quickly pulls it free. Now unwrapped, Heather's breasts squish down against her chest as she lays there, and Tybalt crawls closer to her, placing kisses at her collar and downward, soon rolling his tongue out to paint along her leonine body. He brings that tongue around her like a spiral, slowly, delicately covering every inch of her mound with his tender strokes. Soon, he makes it to the center, to the top, and, as his tongue makes its first pass over it, she gasps.
He doesn't stop. He's not here to tease. He's here to please. So, the paladin wraps his lips around her, his tongue playing with the erect nub as his cheeks pull in as he sucks.
The gryphon grabs the sheets, her cries getting louder as he sups upon her. His hand brushes over to her other breast, trying a different approach and giving her a firm, yet loving, massage. His fingers roll over her plentiful mound as his mouth teases the other, yet both provide him the white substance from within. Tasting the milk of a gryphon, the paladin keeps up with his ministrations, feeding upon her as his other hand squeezes her free, letting the life-giving liquid spill down along her body and onto the bed itself.
Heather cannot take it anymore. She digs her heels into the bed and lets out an eagle's cry. Her panties still on, her explosive orgasm stains them as she sprays out her climax all over them.
Tybalt pulls up from her and brings a finger to his chin. He wipes some of the precious milk off of his chin and then suckles it off into his mouth, so as not to waste any more of it. He then climbs down onto the floor, his fingers hooking onto the stained panties and pulling them off of her. He lifts her legs, so that she doesn't have to move in her post orgasmic state. Looking at them, he frowns and shakes his head. “I apologize, my lady, but I should have been more careful about your garments. If you wish, I shall go find you something clean to wear while you recuperate here."
He stands up now, but she holds her hand out “Wait!"
He stops, looking over his shoulder. “Hm…?"
“W… what about you?" she asks.
He smiles, and places his hand on his heart once more. “My lady… my services were to help you. Seeing your afterglow is pleasure enough for me. Now rest. I shall be back shortly…