I didn’t know what to expect, but the expression on Brenna’s face when she landed, floating from the heavens like some kind of ethereal creature, set my pulse racing. There was a steadiness to her clear grey eyes, a surety that hadn’t been there when she took off.
While I didn’t believe she was half a person without her armor, I could see the change it brought over her. The self-doubt, the confusion and fear, seemed to melt from her like hot candle wax when she took to the skies.
Standing before me was a powerful creature who knew exactly what she wanted.
And for some reason, that was me.
Brenna reached up and tugged on the back of my neck, pulling my face down to hers, and kissing me with a searing passion our previous kisses hadn’t held. My arms instantly snaked around her body, my fingertips brushing the feathers at her back as her tongue explored my mouth. I pressed against her lips, arching her armor-clad body into mine. My erection pressed uncomfortably against the metal undergarments she wore, and the flares and curves of silver, while beautiful to look at, clearly were not meant to allow anyone close to her.
She giggled against my lips, understanding my distress as I tried to caress her skin and kept running in to metal. “Come on,” she slipped her fingers between mine and tugged me toward the barn.
Once we made it inside, Brenna stood in the streams of moonlight pouring through the open shutters and turned her back to me, lifting the bulk of her long, silvery hair. “Can you help me with the buckles?” Stretching a wing back carefully, she revealed the latches that held her breastplate in place.
I unlatched the buckle on each side, then she turned to face me. When she spread the hinged metal, her wings popped out of existence in a soft whisper of feathers. “Will you help me pull it off?”
I swallowed, trying to moisten my suddenly dry mouth, then reached forward to tug on the piece of armor. Brenna lifted her arms, allowing me to pull the entire metal breastplate from her body.
Clearly, there was magic in this armor. Where her skin had been warm to the touch before, her flesh abruptly pebbled in the cool night air as if she hadn’t felt it until the metal was gone.
“Now this part,” she let her hair swing behind her back and gestured to the pieces that were strapped over her feet and shins. A flirtatious, playful gleam shone in her eyes, but not a single hint of shame.
She was beautiful and powerful, and if she wanted me on my knees for her, I was happy to oblige.
Kneeling, I lifted one of her feet to rest on my leg, and set to work unbuckling her magical armor. First, I uncovered one delicate foot, then the silky skin of her calf. I kneaded her flesh between my fingers, drawing out the experience as I slowly undressed her heavenly body.
After I finished with her lower legs, she showed me where the buckles were hidden for the pieces covering her thighs. My heart beat faster, but I took my time here too.
Brenna gazed down on me in the darkness, her skin faintly luminous in the cool light of the moon. Once I freed the first thigh-piece, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to press my lips to the soft, milky-pale skin. My rough, calloused hands bit into the tender flesh as I squeezed, and Brenna moaned lightly in response. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her leg trembled slightly.
Good, so she is of the same mind as I am.
I set to work on her other leg, freeing it from its metallic cage and attending to her naked skin with kisses.
All that remained now was the piece on her arm, and, of course, her shiny silver underwear.
While I waited, Brenna gazed down at me with hooded eyes, removing the arm piece and the large, ornate sidepiece that clipped onto her bottoms.
Then she stopped and glanced around as if searching for something.
Apparently locating what she desired, Brenna crossed to the dark corner of the barn and returned with several clean, folded pieces of canvas. She laid them out neatly, as a stack in the middle of the floor, then returned to grab my hand and tug me toward them.
My heart was absolutely racing now, a nervous sweat trickling down the back of my neck. What kind of pleasure did an immortal being take?
With a gentle tug, she untied my belt, then detached my cape from my shirt, flinging both items aside. A small smile played on her lips, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she pulled up on my shirt, and I stopped to let her remove it completely.
Finally, she told me to sit on the makeshift bed. When I was settled, she stood over me, bare in the moonlight except for the metallic covering on the one part of her body I was now desperate to explore.
As if she understood exactly what I was thinking, Brenna reached to her hip and unclasped the last remaining barrier between her body and the cool night air. The piece slipped down past her thighs and gave me a clear view of the treasure that awaited me at the juncture of her thighs. When she stepped forward I thought she intended to allow me a taste, but she pushed my shoulders back to the floor and tugged at the string holding my pants up. My erection was already straining at the fabric, and the small grin on her lips widened as she glanced at it, then lifted her moonlit eyes to meet mine.
I found myself inexplicably nervous under her knowing gaze, and I felt compelled to say something. I tried to ignore the heat of my skin where she gently brushed her fingertips while she removed my clothing. “How can I give you pleasure?” It was more of a desperate gasp than the manly offer I intended.
“Hmm, tonight, I will take the pleasure I want. Perhaps another time I will show you how to pleasure me. But for now…” she threw a leg over my hips, fingers digging into my chest, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Tonight, I will ride you like a bear, Björn.”
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