Triple Thrust

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is ending up way more romantic than I'd intended. I guess that's part of the fun of writing stories: They take on lives of their own. I'm starting to like Lawfer more these days. Lezard is still my favorite character, but I can at least see myself with Lawfer, a nice, good-hearted man, as opposed to Lezard, the creepy stalker. :D

But I'm not supposed to be writing these stories about me...Gah! I knew I shouldn't have named myself after a character. How embarrassing.

And I apologize for the hokey allusion to the title, but I couldn't think of any other way to make it relevant.

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“That’s right,” Celia said. “Lawfer is going to stay with us for now.”

Amy shrugged. “I don’t see a problem. He can’t possibly be any more of a pain than Kashell.”

“Thanks a lot,” Kashell grumbled. “But yeah, I wouldn’t mind having another man in the house. What happened, anyway?”

Lawfer shuddered. He didn’t want to think about that horrible night. The pain and fear were still all too real.

Celia noticed his discomfort and answered, “Nothing much. He just ran into some trouble in Artolia and needs to lay low for a while.”

Amy and Kashell seemed to understand that this conversation was finished, and they both nodded.

The next morning, Kashell and Amy set out to do some scouting for one of their regulars.

“You comin’ along, Celia?” asked Kashell. “We could always use an extra pair of eyes.”

Celia shook her head. “I don’t think so. It’s my time of the month.”

“Man, it must suck being a woman,” Kashell blurt out, only to be kicked by Amy.

“We’ll bring you back some cake or something,” Amy told her. “In the meantime, I’ve found that pearl grass is really good for the cramps.”

Celia smiled. “Thanks, Amy. I’ll remember that.”

“Would you like to come along?” Kashell asked Lawfer.

The young spearman shook his head. “No, that’s all right. Like Celia said, I need to…lay low for a while.”

“All right.” Kashell shouldered his greatsword and turned to Amy, who grinned. “We’ll be back by tomorrow. Keep the house clean for us,” he snickered, earning another kick from the redheaded dragon girl.

After they were gone, Lawfer coughed awkwardly, as though wanting to say something.

“You may speak,” Celia said, giggling. Lawfer was so cute with his polite demeaner and pretty-boy looks. He was so different from Aluze.

Lawfer blushed slightly and stammered, “If…if there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable…get you some pearl grass, perhaps…”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry, Lawfer. I lied about being on my time of the month. The truth is, my sweet knight…I wanted to be alone with you.”

Lawfer’s blush grew deeper. “I…see.” He squirmed a little, feeling uncomfortable. And yet…

Celia leaned forward, her eyes taking in Lawfer’s soft, fair skin and golden hair. “Kiss me, Lawfer,” she whispered.

Lawfer was more than happy to obey. After all, she had saved his life, and he was now bound to serve her and cater to her wishes. Furthermore, she was a nice girl, and pretty, and Lawfer liked her.

His eagerness to comply made Celia feel bold, and she slid her tongue into his mouth, entwining it with his tongue. She had never kissed someone so passionately before; she loved the feel of his lips against hers, and she could sense his shyness as she continued to explore the depths of his mouth.

Finally, she pulled away, leaving him very red-faced and nervous. She stroked his cheek with one hand, relishing the feeling of his soft skin against her fingers. He was so beautiful she couldn’t stand it.

“Let’s take a bath together,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you to kiss me and touch me all over.”

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There was a man-made lake by their house, a deserted place surrounded by walls. The three of them often went there to bathe (not together, of course), knowing no one else would stop by.

“Don’t be shy,” Celia said to Lawfer as she began to remove her shirt. “There’s no one here but us.”

Lawfer wasn’t nervous about someone else seeing them—he was too worried about what they were about to do. He averted his gaze like a gentleman.

“Don’t look away, silly. Look at me.”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Lawfer raised his head so that he could see her. She now stood naked before him, proud and beautiful and ready.

“Lawfer,” she began, “if you don’t want to do this, then please…”

“I do want to,” Lawfer interrupted. “But I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I beseech you, Celia, tell me what I need to do, and I will obey.”

Celia felt a wave of arousal spread through her body. I will obey. She loved the idea of being in charge for once. It was always Kashell or Amy telling her what to do, looking after her, protecting her. Now she would be the one to love and protect someone else. It was maddening, this feeling of power, and she knew she must take care not to break his delicate spirit.

“Well, first, I want you to take off your clothes,” she told him. “We can go from there.”

Shyly, Lawfer removed his shirt, revealing light-colored skin without a hint of visible hair. His lithe, slim body looked soft as silk to the touch; however, he was not all skin and bones—he was, after all, a knight, and he had a fair amount of muscle on his arms and abdomen. Even with his soft, graceful features, it was clear he was a man through and through.

“Very beautiful,” Celia breathed, taking in the sight before her. She had never seen such sweet harmony between masculine strength and feminine gentleness. She hesitated to touch him out of fear that he might fade away.

“Is…is something wrong, Celia?” Lawfer asked, his voice shaking. He worried there was something about his body that displeased her.

Celia shook her head, still in awe of the Greek god which stood before her. “No…nothing’s wrong, Lawfer. Now…Remove the rest.”

Lawfer’s blush turned deeper, but he complied, pulling his pants down and slowly stepping out of them, revealing baby soft legs, muscular but slender thighs, and his now semi-erect penis.

The poor man was trembling with nervousness, and Celia could no longer stand it. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his shaking frame, whispering reassurances in his ear, telling him he was beautiful…everything she had often wished someone would do for her.

She kissed him again, but this time broke away sooner, moving her mouth down his neck and shoulder. His skin was just as soft as it looked, and she loved the way it tasted—clean and fresh, with just a tiny hint of sweat, probably from his nervousness.

She moved lower, landing her mouth one of his pink nipples. She ran her tongue over it, making him moan in delight, his shyness giving way to pleasure. She wished she had two mouths to pleasure him with, but all she could do was stimulate his other nipple with her hand.

Lawfer’s cries were beginning to excite her, and without thinking she bit down hard on his nipple.

The fair-haired spearman let out a scream which quickly melted into whimpers. Celia raised her head, jolted out of her arousal.

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me! I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

“No…” Lawfer groaned. “It felt…good. It’s different when you do it. It excites me.” He swallowed nervously and added, “Please, Celia…hurt me. I want you to be in charge. Do what you want to me. Don’t stop, even if I say ‘Stop.’ I want to pretend that…you’re forcing me.” Lawfer surprised himself by saying this.

“That might cause some problems,” Celia said. “What if I really do hurt you more than you want, and you tell me to stop but I don’t think you mean it?”

“Um…” Lawfer thought. “How about if I say something else if I want you to stop? Like…Triple Thrust!” he suggested, using the name of one of his attacks.

Celia giggled. “Triple Thrust? How appropriate.” She smiled and added, “But that will work. When you say the words ‘Triple Thrust,’ we will no longer be mistress and servant, but Celia and Lawfer.” She took his hand and led him into the water, which was surprisingly warm from the sun. In any case, it was not cold enough to kill his arousal.

The two sat down in the shallow end, the water stopping just short of Celia’s breasts. Lawfer gazed at them appreciatively, wanting to touch them but afraid to ask.

Celia took one of Lawfer’s hands in one of hers and moved it down between her legs.

“Touch me,” she breathed, her voice filled with lustful desire, “touch me, and feel how wet I am.”

Lawfer knew that women became “wet” when they were aroused, but he was surprised to find how warm she was. He hesitated, wondering how sensitive she might be, and only at her urging did he finally slide a finger between her labia, encouraged enough by her moans to add a second.

“Yes…” she sighed, pushing her hips against him. “Now, Lawfer…slide them inside me.” When she saw the blank look on his face, she explained, “There’s an opening…it’s further down…you’ll know it when you come to it.”

Sure enough, when Lawfer moved his fingers lower, he found her entrance and obediently inserted his fingers.

“Good,” Celia moaned. “Now pull them out, and lick them…become familiar with my taste, because you will experience more of it later.”

“Yes, my lady,” Lawfer answered, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. It tasted different than anything he had tried before…but he liked it.

Celia stood up, once more revealing her nakedness to him, and he got a closer look at what was between her thighs. Most of it was covered by soft, downy, brown hair, but there was something enthralling about it. He wondered what it would feel to be inside of her, and a blush crept into his face at the thought.

Meanwhile, Celia had crept behind him, and he started at the feel of her hard nipples against his back.

“Do you masturbate, Lawfer?” she whispered in his ear. Her hair swept forward, tickling his shoulder.

Lawfer’s blush grew deeper at the question. It was an embarrassing question, but he felt his member begin to harden from having her so close, and feeling her breath against his shoulder. “Yes,” he answered, his voice husky.

“Have you masturbated thinking about me?” she pressed. Her hand lowered to his cock, and she began to rub it gently.

“Oh, gods!” he squeaked, even as he burned with embarrassment at her even more personal question. “Yes…” She was the only woman he really knew, except for Amy, who scared him.

“You’re such a bad boy,” she purred. “I’ll have to punish you for this later.” She lowered her mouth to his neck and began to suck hard. He whimpered as she continued to tease his cock, which had begun to throb with excitement.

Celia used her other hand to cover Lawfer’s mouth as though she were a mysterious attacker who did not wish her victim to call for help.

Lawfer moaned into her hand, and then cried out in pain as she bit down on his shoulder. But even as she sank her teeth into his flesh, his erection grew and pulsated in her hand.

Celia lifted her head, then stood up once more. “Come on,” she said gently. “Let’s go inside. We’ll continue where we left off.”

TBC