Voice Of Love: I just had a little die in your hands

~ Cedric Arnaldo Dixon

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Baffled out by her sudden decision, Cedric had to take a while to restrain his stirred emotions. He stared at her intensely, tried to see through her true intentions but he found nothing except her grown up concern for him.

He took a gulp hesitantly and spoke fluttering his eyelashes two times awkwardly,

" Princess..are..are you sure?"

Ayra narrowed appearing guilty for the loses that she had caused to him. Debisa would have been by his side if he didn't hold unknown wrath towards her. She still couldn't erase the moment from her memory when Debisa let out her mournful cry when Cedric freed him from his salvatory.

She looked away and muttured incoherently,

" I..am.. just trying to ease your pain.."

Cedric twitched his lips and somwhere he was glad that he was hit by her powers. At least, he was going to get something more exciting from his slight hurt.

Cedric gave his answer grinning like a devil lowly,

" Of course! I am all yours. You can touch me wherever you want."

Ayra couldn't help but blushing a little after his comment. Dropping her eyes over the mattress, she stated a request uncomfortablely,

" But..can..can you close off your eyes? I am not feeling comfortable that you are watching me."

Cedric was a little bit dissapointed. He wanted to observe how did she react when she touched him there. In case, she changed her mind, he could only agree after sighing helplessly.

Laying down flat on the bed, he responded before compelled,

" All right! I won't be watching you but you must sooth my pain. I still want heirs for my throne."

Ayra heavied a sigh of relief. She thought that everything would be fine since he wasn't going to watch on her.

Ayra turned sideway to look down on his body. Confused about her tasks, she asked oddly while scanning his body from up to down,

" What.. what should I do first? Is there anywhere else that you want to be healed?"

Cedric swallowed hard, persued his lips together slightly and ordered in a stiff voice,

" Pull my zipper down."

Ayra hummed appearing little uneasy but compelled however since she couldn't leave him aching painfully. She still had humanity for him.

The little sound of zipper going down heard clearly inside the room since the night was deep and everything was quite than usual. Ayra's hands shook several times, fondled with his zipper few times before pulling it down finally.

Even though he wasn't looking into her eyes, she could feel her cheeks getting hot and she felt the urge of sweating unreasonably.

Wierd! It's.. it's just an organ of his body part..Why did she had to become so nervous?

Ayra sucked a deep breath when his pant was loosened and she had the full access of going inside. Cedric was restless as her soft palm rested on his waistline without doing anything.

He blurted out almost impatiently,

" What.. are you waiting for?"

Ayra was jerked out of her nervousity. She gulped responding to his answer as a low hum and slipped her hand inside his pant.

Her nose bleeded and ears almost set on fire when the soft, thick layer of his skin came in contact with her hand. She almost slipped out her hand back when she realized the hardness and warmth of it.

A ragged sigh escaped through his barely parted lips. His hormones ran wildly under his veins and was going to turn insane. Her softness was turning him more hard.

Ayra swallowed and somwhere she was dying eternally in the thought that she was actually holding a man's third leg.

How brave she was!

She asked stammering on her words,

" Is.. it aching severely? I..I need to know before... chanting...my spell.."

Cedric didn't heed her words. A little impatient, he spitted out earnestly,

" Just do it..I..I will guide you.."

Ayra switched her mood into recuperating him. Her little hand groped his thick slice and squeezed carefully to detect the exact spots of his aching. Speaking out abruptly, she questioned again in an exasperating voice,

" Is it.. hurting here or..here?"

She switched her fingers from up to down, asked her repeatedly to know that where did her spell hit his exactly. Another erratic breathing came out from his lips as he replied exhaling long, restless sighs,

" Everywhere! Just keep going.."

Ayra was little surprised by his words. He didn't know where was he aching. Putting those thoughts away, she started chanting something under her breath and at the same time, she moved her hands up to down tentatively.

Cedric's face flustered before turning stiff as his chest heavied up to down in ecasty. He was appearing restless slowly. Out of acting, he blurted out impatiently,

" Faster! "

Ayra was startled, paused between her movements abruptly and replied knitting her brows in worry,

" But...it will increase your pain..."

" Fuck! " , an invoulantarily curse slipped out from his tongue and thrashed his head against the pillow. His face was full of manly hormones and her sweet innocent words was only giving him the urge of pounding inside her. Having pause in such movements was an absolute torture for a man like him.

He panted few times, dropped his head back to whimper lowly and urged Ayra awkwardly,

" You .you..are doing.. awesome... just keep doing... and..a little firmer, okay?"

Ayra hummed, took a note of his instructions mentally and began her acts again. She was groping him harder this time and chanted something to reduce his pain.

After a while, she asked curiously,

" Is it better now?"

A long sigh of torture came out through his lips. Hands reaching out to rake his own hairs, he replied breathlessly,

" No!!! I am aching all over now..Keep going, Princess..You still have to learn a lot.."

Ayra pondered before a question came up in her mind.

Didn't her action was very familiar like...blow job?