Elden Ring: Tarnished Flame Vyke

After the kiss, he pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on her waist.

"Irina, would you like to be my maiden?" he asked, his voice steady.

"I... I would love to, but I don't think I can be of use as a maiden," she murmured.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tilting her chin up gently. "Let me decide what's useful. You're strong enough to have made it this far alone, aren't you?"

She bit her lip. "But... I'm mostly blind. I wouldn't be able to guide or protect you like a maiden should."

"Don't worry about that," he said. The air between them grew still.

"How could I become your maiden, my lord?" she asked, now addressing him with a formal title.

He froze for a second, surprised by the shift in her words. My lord? It was the first time she'd used that title. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he'd done for her, or if she genuinely felt that way. His hand instinctively brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"To become my maiden," he said slowly, "we need to be together. Intimately. You understand?"

Her face flushed deeply, but she didn't shy away. She just blinked, clearly processing his words. "You mean... you want us to...?"

"Yes," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "We'll have to be together in that way."

She swallowed, and without hesitation, she raised her head. "I've already accepted you as my lord... my husband. You can do whatever you want with me."

He stared at her for a moment, surprised at how quickly she accepted him.

'Is it because I saved her?'

he wondered, but the thought quickly faded. She had made her choice.

He stepped closer, eyes steady. "You're sure about this?"

She nodded. "I am."

Hearing this he didnt hold back any longer as he slowly laid her down on the bed climbing on top of her

Irina's heart raced as she felt him climbing on top of her. She had never been this close to a man before, let alone in a bed. But she trusted him, and she wanted this. She wanted to be his maiden, to belong to him.

He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body.

Her body tensed with a mix of fear and anticipation as his hand traced along her skin, exploring new and forbidden territory until she was gasping for air.

He leaned in, trailing kisses down her neck. With each kiss, he could feel her desire growing,

her breathing becoming more shallow and erratic.

Finally, their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangled in a dance. And soon as they broke apart for air.

His hand moved to gently caress her breast through the fabric of her dress, and he could feel her nipples harden beneath his touch.

He continued to kiss her, his hand still cupping her breast. She felt a jolt of pleasure run through her at his touch. His other hand began to trail down her body, making its way towards her skirt.

Irina felt a heat spreading throughout her body as his fingers grazed over her skin. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched by him. Her inexperience made this all the more exhilarating.

His fingers traced along the edge of her skirt, teasingly inching closer and closer towards where she wanted them most. She let out a soft moan as he finally reached the fabric of her undergarments.

Feeling bolder now, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair as their lips met again in another passionate kiss. He responded with equal fervor, his hand now slipping beneath the fabric of her undergarments.

He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand trailing down to her skirt. Slowly, he pulled it up and she raised her arms, allowing him to remove her clothing.

As she lay on the bed in front of him, he noticed that instead of a bra, she was using tightly wrapped bandages around her breasts. They were so tight that they made even a larger bust appear smaller.

Without hesitation, he leaned forward and kissed her again, his hands now roaming over her bare skin. The feeling of his touch sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help but let out soft moans.

He moved down to her chest, gently kissing and caressing the cloth that covered it. Irina felt a new wave of pleasure wash over her as he kissed along the edges of the bandages.

Finally, he pulled away and looked up at her with a question in his eyes. "May I remove them?" he asked softly.

Irina nodded.

Ev through the bandage, he could make out her hardened nipple.

Slowly, he unwrapped the bandages from around her chest, revealing her beautiful breasts. He ran his fingers over them gently before leaning down and taking one into his mouth.

She gasped at the sensation, arching her back towards him. He continued to suck and tease until she was writhing beneath him, unable to control herself any longer.

With a wicked grin on his face, he finally released her breast and moved to kiss along her jawline. His hand trailed down between her legs where she was now completely wet with desire for him.

Irina held her breath as she felt his fingers begin to explore her most intimate parts. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans and gasps with each touch.

"AhumM!~~ My..Lord~"

He continued to tease and caress her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. But just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away.

"Turn over," he commanded softly.

Withut hesitation, Irina rolled onto her stomach, feeling vulnerable but also exhilarated by the new sensations coursing through her body.

He trailed kisses down her back, stopping to nibble at the sensitive spot on the back of her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

With a deliberate motion, he slid off the white panties she was wearing.

Irina's heart was pounding with anticipation as she felt his hands running down her naked back.

He spread her legs apart slightly and began to kiss and nibble at the back of her thighs, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.

Her mind was consumed with the sensations coursing through her body, unable to think of anything else but him.

But just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he stopped again. She let out a small whimper of protest.

"Turn around," he commanded, and she complied, again lying back on the bed with her legs spread open, exposing her fully visible vagina to him. As she did this, he slowly removed his pants, releasing his erect penis from its confines.

It was time for the main course, and I couldn't hold back my excitement. "Are you ready, my dear?" I asked with a mischievous grin. "This might be a little painful."

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