Author’s note: Okay, this one took a bit longer than anticipated…and I almost gave up on it two months ago…but finally, this is episode five of A Wingman No Longer.
“Oh mama,” I whispered. “I had the strangest dreams of times in the future.” My eyes fluttered open causing a coughing fit to ensue. It seemed it was not a dream.
Tara…or Sandy…I was still uncertain which to call her…was naked at the foot of the bed on hands and knees between mine. A burning cigarette in one hand and a coffee mug filled with ale somehow balanced in the other, she seemed oblivious to the fact I was awake as her mouth took my erection in, once again.
I, obviously, was naked as well. It was a glorious view to wake to, and it was not the first time.
We had been in this room for three days now, only dressing when the chamber maid…or chamber-bot as Tara called it…would come in to clean the room. This usually meant we would sit at the tiny table while it rolled about the room vacuuming and changing sheets and towels. It would vanish into the lavatory and come out to find Tara on her knees in front of me, my erection in her mouth, and it would quickly finish and leave without a word.
In other words, it often left the room with us in a very similar position to where we were right now.
I am not certain exactly how many times we made love since checking into this lodging, but I am amazed I can keep up with the woman. She is insatiable…and I use this word with no single hint of sarcasm.
Last eve I had suggested that we sup out, and her only question was where we could fuck on the walk home. We ordered in, instead…and at no time did my cock leave her pussy while I tipped the delivery robot.
She is much slimmer here, than when I knew her before…much more athletic and with a body that has been polluted by drugs, drink and whatever else she needed to escape from her pains that this modern existence had brought her. Thankfully, she is still not skinny…a man needs some meat to grab onto, no?
Being still new to this experience, myself, I could not fathom just what she had been through. Her eyes often seemed vacant as her mind would drift away, only to be brought back by the arrow that was my tongue dancing upon her.
She had spoken of being used by men in such ways that my imagination could not do better than cringe at her descriptions. Even with her horrible words and images in my head, however, my penis continued to rise to her beckoning.
It had been inside her mouth, pussy and ass. Yet, it still stood up for more with but a wave of her hand over it. Her warm breath on my skin would cause it to not only stand, but to stand with such ferocity as to throw the sheets off of it. Her warm tongue on my testicles, and it would even sing out her praises until it was nestled between her lips and feeling her throat from the inside.
Back in the days of Prince Steffan, this was what I had dreamed of. My beloved Tara and I having such delicious passionate times without anyone claiming our time other than ourselves.
Yet, it still felt wrong. Something I could not quite put into words was wrong…beyond the obvious of being a few hundred years later than I would have liked. Not an issue of guilt. It felt more that we were out of sorts and something was going to ruin the party.
She had changed from what I had known. Again, based on her stories, for obvious reasons…but my Tara did not smoke. My Tara may have had a drink or two, but was not one to put back a full twenty-four of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum cans with write the speed this one did.
Come to think of it, until today, I did not know Captain Morgan existed…never mind the cans.
I believed that it was simply the time displacement that was throwing off my sense of things. Not every day a medieval man-servant jumps hundreds of years into the future and is given the proverbial keys to the kingdom.
However, as Tara once again was riding me and I, again, suckled her nipples and massaged those glorious breasts…in my own defence, I was slightly distracted.
What a lovely distraction it was.
We made love over and over again. My penis, tongue and hands exploring all of her in so many ways. Then we would lay together naked and laugh as we shared our stories. Only to end up in that deep embrace again where it could only be broken by exchanging cum.
Finally, during a rest period she turned to me. “So…are you ready to do battle?”
Not truly a question I had anticipated. “Battle?”
Her eyes rose skyward. “Do you really think he brought you back simply to fuck me through the rest of your existence?”
The notion of what he could do to me…the thought that he had given me Tara as but a tease before the devastation would begin…I felt the blood drain from my face as I lay on my back. “Battle?” I asked in nothing more than rasp. “I am no knight.”
Tara propped herself up on one elbow and, with the other hand she quickly had my soft penis hardening once again. “I’m not sure the knights you know would be worthy.”
My eyes watered…fear of what was possible overwhelmed me in my exhaustion.
“I’m sorry,” she purred. “Are you cross?”