Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andy’s POV*

It was well past Dawn when Eliza and I made it back to the shelter after our Night of adventures. Two very displeased cats greeted us; Femme let me have a good, smart swat for being so late with her breakfast. I talked to them softly as I got their food ready.

When I was finished, I didn't see Eliza. Instantly I felt troubled. While I trusted her absolutely, I was, strictly speaking, never supposed to lose track of her, as her warden. It was my duty to be the one of the two of us to remember that, not Eliza's. Shit!

I trotted towards the back room, to check there quickly before running back outside. I assumed Eliza had just gone to the latrine. True, she had just used one earlier, but women always had to void their bladders, it was one of those facts of life.

What I actually found in the back room stopped me rather abruptly. Eliza was stripped totally nude, laid out on the bed like some kind of sacrificial, virgin offering. Her long, dark hair fanned out in stark contrast to her pale skin, red wings, and the white sheets.

My loins sent my brain the message that it was under strict orders to accept the sacrifice, virginal or not. It seemed that my brain wholeheartedly agreed.


*edited to bring you a brief interruption- my mother may be reading this story, since it has the least amount of sexy time of my stories. Mom- STOP READING! Skip to the bottom of THIS chapter and read the notes section, I will write a nice, sterile summary with no bodily fluid exchange. Then resume reading with the next chapter. everyone else, resume as normal. anyways, carry on! hahaha!*


For a few seconds I just stared, rather brazenly, like some kind of imp. Eliza's tits were so huge, and milky-white, you could see the fine, blue veins running through her fair skin... They made her bejeweled, dark rose-colored nipples look so small in comparison.

Those delicious curves, sweeping in abruptly from her chest to her waist, then swooping out for her hips, curling around... Ow! These damned trousers were so snug!

I was forced to adjust myself, and Eliza just chuckled at me, tugging on the sheet nervously. She raised an eyebrow at me suggestively. "So, I thought I was really putting myself out here, I mean, getting totally ass-naked and everything to surprise you. And you're just going to stare? I was hoping you'd be driven to bravado of a sexual nature-"

Behind the humor of her words, I felt a vein of recognition for the fear and self-loathing Eliza harbored internally. But she misunderstood! I had to control myself around her! I couldn't just do whatever I pleased... "-No, you don't understand! You're so beautiful; you look incredible! I mean..."

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, (taking the opportunity to scratch at my antlers), at a loss for words to explain without hurting Eliza's pride. "I want you, Eliza, I mean, just look!" I gestured at my outrageously apparent erection.

"But I can't just manhandle you, sling your legs over my shoulders and fuck you until you pass out, can't walk, and I have to carry you during Watch tomorrow Night..." I exhaled heavily and removed my hand from around the bulge in my pants; apparently I’d started grappling myself and it wasn't helping. "Believe me, I want to. By the gods, I want to fuck you so hard right now."

I made a fist in the air for emphasis. "But I'll die before I cause you har-"

Eliza snorted. "-Andy, that's a lovely speech, but I know that I want you, and if we go slowly, I believe it will be alright. I have to believe that. I don’t want to be…" She looked away and trailed off, but had an idea what she was thinking.

Eliza was a warrior and a strong woman. She didn’t want to be internally held hostage by her past. She didn’t want to be a victim. My emotions and desire for her flared, conflicted and confusing.

Eliza bit her lip; her deep, green eyes looked hopeful. "Andy, I have faith in you. I want you to take your fucking clothes off, and though I think you're right, you probably shouldn't spank me or any of that, at least not right this minute, I want you to try being on top this time."

What? I hesitated, horny and totally unable to concentrate. Eliza shifted how she was laying and I admired how her body moved. My cock told me obliging Eliza was the only reasonable action to take, that anything that saw it sheathed inside of her was absolutely, unquestionably a great idea. Echoes of the fear of rejection Eliza felt told me that acquiescing to her desires was far from selfish. Vaguely, again, I remembered that Eliza had been traumatized, that I shouldn't...

Eliza looked at me, and it spoke volumes. That she didn't think she was attractive enough to seduce me, to force the response she had wanted out of me. That she was disappointed and hurt. Paired with the carnal promise of her nude body beckoning, I couldn't restrain myself anymore.

Like an ass, still fully dressed, boots and all, I crawled on top of Eliza, bending to kiss her. As soon as our lips made contact, I was overcome by the taste, the smell of her blackberry-desire. Shit! I felt my need for her quicken exponentially and the pressure in my pants became almost impossible to deny its relief.

I pulled away abruptly, feeling drugged and foggy, trying to fight the insanely pleasurable feeling. “Eliza, it’s happening, the fruity… just from kissing you, I can’t think…” I shook my head to try and clear it. She watched me carefully, considering. “Just kissing, the blackberries… It feels so good! Gods!” I had to fight hard to resist the urge to rub my hips against her; the tingling, weighty lust in my cock was overwhelming!

Eliza caressed my face, and I felt like everywhere she touched me was alight with energy, I never wanted her to stop! “I think it’s because I want you so badly, Andy. Just let go, I think it will be all right.” She kissed me again, and I noticed that my lips had just started to prickle pleasantly, a delightful sensation.

I pulled away and shook my head again, thoughts difficult to string together. “No, no. I’m scared!”

Eliza looked disappointed, though she was clearly trying to hide it. “I want you, Andy. I want to give you control, I feel safe with you, I… I love you. Do you not want me that way?”

Eliza’s fear stabbed through me again, horribly sharp. Didn’t I want to take her as her man? I did, oh, how I did. “Y-Yeah.” I could hardly breathe out the answer through the swollen thoughts and images filling my head, laced with her blackberry temptation. Making her mine, ramming into her wet, little cunny as I’d always envisioned, looking down on her, how her breasts would shake as she came, as I filled her with my spend-

“Then show me, please?” Imploring, emerald eyes, Eliza would never force me. I bent to kiss her, and that honeyed, tingling kiss made up my mind for me.

“Anything, anything for you.” I shed my clothes and boots as quickly as I could and lay next to Eliza, kissing her, getting so hard from the taste of her lips alone I thought surely my cock would rupture. As I was sucking on Eliza’s breasts, and switching my focus, I noticed my member had started leaking milky fluid. I couldn’t bring myself to care what it was that Eliza’s amatory flavor did to me; it felt amazing! I massaged her soft tit, feeling its texture, sucking on her other nipple, running my tongue against the jewelry she had in it. I had to fuck her, had to claim her from the top, take control, show her how much I wanted her to be mine… the blackberries told me so!

I felt a flame of jealousy ignite, remembering all the men who had ogled Eliza’s magnificent breasts so longingly. I would show her that I was worthy of her affections, her loyalty! I lowered myself to the juncture of her thighs, and it let off such an intoxicating, sweet perfume I felt myself drawn in almost against my will. So delicious…

I found myself licking and sucking at Eliza’s luscious core with voracious enthusiasm despite myself. I had intended to start with teasing, but self-restraint had proved impossible.

She was mouthwatering in her lust, delectable. I couldn’t concentrate to spell my name or hers, and I could only count a few numbers high, her flavor weighed so thick in my mind. Instead, I had to be innovative, as I was desperate to get Eliza wetter for me, for her to cum for me.

I tried a few broad licks to gather all of her fluids to me that I could, then sucked on her inner lips, both together and then separately, moving my face up and down to move the walls of her love bud’s pink cave. Encouraged by Eliza’s hands in my hair, I flicked my tongue quickly, first vertically, then horizontally.

Pleased, I could smell the blackberries as Eliza’s fiery, little cunny leaked her desire and satisfaction. Grateful, I lapped deeply up her slit, then circled her engorged love button, making Eliza squirm. Spurred on by her reactions, I alternately sucked and licked at her impressive love bud, thrilled to feel it grow still firmer under my tongue.

Greedy for more, I entered her with two fingers and started pumping, while I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her love bud. Anything to get more of her precious fluid; so vital, so cherished. My loins felt weighty as I heard her moan my name, felt her shudder.

“Andy!” Hearing Eliza call my name was a profound aphrodisiac. My belly, my throat, my face, all seemed to thrum with the fruity blackberry resonance where her nectar had blessed me. My cock and balls felt so full; surely I’d never been so bloody hard in my life. There was no relief, aside from spending myself in Eliza’s slicked channel. I rose, selfishly, from my attentions to her swollen, intoxicating sex to her sweet face.

My gaze was heavy, every move felt leaden with my desire. “I want you so badly, Eliza.” I let the head of my obscenely swollen, weeping cock touch her wet, moist slit. It took everything to check myself, to wait for her blessing.

I felt the steady pressure of Eliza’s hand on my backside. “Please,” was all she said, and I was over the moon. I kissed her again, my cock hardening beyond steel as Eliza wrapped her long legs around my waist and blackberries permeated my consciousness.

I grabbed the base of my aching shaft, and guided it towards Eliza’s warm, pink, dewy sheath. She moved her hips to rub against the head of my member, still coated with the thick, white fluid that now ran down my length, making me exhale hard before taking another breath. Slowly, watching Eliza, I entered her hot, slick channel, until I was buried to the hilt.

“Gods… Gods …Eliza…” My head swam in the sensation, totally overwhelmed. The sight of Eliza’s eyes almost rolling back into her head drove me wild as she moaned deeply.

I could feel her blackberries in my blood, in my brain, I knew Eliza wanted me, she wanted this! I had to fight myself to keep a slow rhythm, marveling in the sight of her luscious breasts shaking with each thrust. I started pumping deeper, more intensely into the woman I loved, adoring her welcoming, wet heat, living for it. There was no finer carnal, hedonistic delight than making love to my woman!

The way Eliza squeezed around my shaft when I kissed her, when I touched her, was incomparable. She loved my voice, she loved my touch, she loved me, and I would make her cum, I would satisfy her, by the gods! I would do whatever she wanted, make her glad to come home to my shelter for the rest of her Nights, share a bed with me- fuck!

I could hardly think; everything was a dull fog. All I could do was focus on pleasuring Eliza, respond to her rising hips, feel her nails dragging down my back, the blackberry fucking, her leaking sheath tightening around me, her tits shaking, gods, gods-

Eliza came, and the blackberries exploded through my whole body with incredible force! Never had I felt such intense arousal! My whole body tensed and I managed two rapid, desperate thrusts before I met my own zealous end.

“Nguuhnn!!!” A massive wave of pressure finally released, as I spent myself with a loud grunt in Eliza’s perfect, welcoming pussy while she gripped me steadily, moaning exquisitely.

Notes

summary for my mother:

Eliza and Andy have both disrobed and are preparing to go to bed. have a nice sleep, Eliza and Andy!