Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

Astensia blushed redder. She wasn’t unaccustomed to that kind of compliment; she had heard many men spew it at her back in her time. But, it felt different in a way hearing it from someone she viewed as her leader.

Lancet watched with a thumping heart as she walked closer, slowly, until she was at the foot of the bed again.

He looked around the white hospital room. Then regarded Astensia with a nervous face. ”It’s dangerous... doing it here.”

Astensia smiled knowingly, softly. ”I suppose it is.”

She kissed him again. Again. Kissed his cheek. His neck. His collarbone. She kissed him like she was admiring him.

Lancet wasn’t going to lose the kissing game, so he kissed her back, worshipping her. He kissed her neck, all over her neck. Then her shoulder. Her collarbone. Her chin.

Astensia moaned softly as she climbed onto the bed, sitting on his lap again, her knees sinking into both ends of the plush hospital bed.

The scent of her arousal hit Lancet right then, musky and sweet, wafting up as she started to grind on him, soaking through her breeches to dampen his pants.

Lancet groaned, and as his head fell, he saw something else to kiss. Her breasts.

They were so full and shaped so beautifully, like a golden tear drop. He grabbed the left one gently at first, but feeling how tender and soft it felt on the skin of his palm, Lancet squeezed.

Astensia moaned in delight, arching her back a bit. Lancet kissed the right breast as he fondled the left, drawing more moans and breathless gasps from his Heroine.

He latched onto the nipple next, sucking hard, tongue flicking the pebbled tip while his teeth grazed just enough to make her cry out. It wasn’t a loud cry, just a low, throaty sound.

”Yes, Lancet... yes,” she panted, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer, her hips circling in a rhythm that had his member throbbing. ”Master.”

As if remote-controlled by his desire, Lancet switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention, the wet smack of his mouth mingling with her whimpers.

Lancet felt his member getting harder and harder. At this point, the cotton was damp from his pre-cum and now clung transparently to his shaft causing his head to be outlined.

Astensia eyed it like prey, licking her lips. When Lancet noticed her looking, he got nervous. Then she saw that he noticed her and she got nervous.

They were both nervous, yet someone had to make the move. Astensia, being the older one, decided to take that responsibility.

As Lancet watched anxiously, she slightly raised herself over him and pulled the hospital gown free. Lancet’s cock sprang free, heavy and veined, slapping against his stomach with a wet smack.

Lancet breathing paused as he stared down at his own member. ’Shit! Have I ever been this hard before?’

Astensia slowly wrapped her hand around it. Lancet felt his entire body melt right then, like a bucket of ice had been poured on his tense, burning soul.

The texture of Astensia’s palm, which he half-expected to be rough from sword hilts and battles, were as silky as a pillow. Even better, because they were wet from his pre-cum, it felt like heaven each time she stroked from his base to his tip.

Astensia did this twisting motion that made stars burst behind his eyes and his entire body to wriggle like a fish on land.

”How does it feel?” she asked him, gazing into his squirming eyes.

”Are you kidding?” Lancet said breathlessly. ”It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

That brought a smile to the Knight’s face. She pushed herself forward and kissed him deep once more, still stroking him religiously.

When Lancet started to tense up, his muscles tightening, veins bulging on his neck, her eyes sparkled with recognition and she immediately let free of his throbbing cock.

”Hah!” Lancet gasped, head falling down. ”Hah... hah...”

He raised his eyes, looking up at her through the strands of his falling hair as he panted. ”That was close, Astensia.”

She smiled, seemingly proud of herself. ”Sorry.”

Suddenly— ”Mhm!”

Lancet pushed himself into her, crashing his lips into hers and grabbing her by her shoulders. Astensia accepted the driven kiss and pushed back into him.

They fell over on the hospital bed, the poor thing carrying the weight of a legendary Knight and a world-altering Summoner, both overfilled with desire.

In the end, Astensia was victorious in their sexual tussle on the bed, ending up on top of Lancet who lay flat, staring up at her beautiful, alluring face.

She had her dripping sheath positioned at his tip. Lancet hadn’t noticed at first, but then he felt the warmth of her entrance kissing his cockhead, and he looked down.

His eyes widened at the sight. Astensia was mostly cleanshaven, save for a few strands of blonde gathered in a triangular right above her cameltoe.

Lancet felt his cock harden even more, his veins bulging and his head begging to venture deep into the Knight’s castle.

”Are you ready?” she asked, a question for both him and her.

Lancet immediately grabbed her by the waist and looked up at her with more determination than when he had killed that Demon Head. ”I am,” he said.

Astensia smiled to hide her nervousness. ”It changes everything,” she whispered, ”and yet nothing at all.”

Then, Lancet started to feel the slick folds parting around him. His heart pounded inside his chest again, more excited than him. Slowly, torturously, she sank down, inch by thick inch stretching her open.

The wet squelch filled the room as she took him, her inner walls clenching hot and velvet-tight, rippling around his length.

’Oh fuck— so tight,’ he said in his mind as he let out a groan, head falling back.

She felt like molten silk wrapped around molten steel. Her pussy was drenched, so wet that her juices immediately coated his shaft as she took him inch by slow, torturous inch.

Lancet could feel her clenching around him, the muscular ring of her entrance gripping him like a fist before relaxing just enough to let him sink further, only to clamp down again with delicious pressure.

Astensia bottomed out with a shared gasp, her clit grinding against his pubic bone, ass settling flush on his thighs.

Lancet felt her pussy grow even tighter, hotter, and wetter. The velvety texture of her inner folds hugged every inch of him perfectly, as if she had been sculpted just for his cock.

He could feel the subtle, fleshy ridges inside her dragging along his length, milking him with every shallow breath she took. Her arousal was so abundant that it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down his balls in warm, slippery trails.

The fullness made Astensia shudder, breasts heaving, a fresh gush of wetness coating his balls. Perhaps she wasn’t prepared for how big he would feel inside her, and she kept adjusting, allowing her insides to accept him.

”Ughhh!” she moaned, clawing his chest. ”It’s so bi— Mhm.”

Lancet couldn’t help but feel a sense of stupid pride.

Astensia started moving then, rising and falling with controlled power, thighs flexing like coiled springs. Each downward thrust slapped skin on skin, her ass cheeks rippling under his groping hands, the greasy slide of her arousal easing the way.

”Master,” she whispered, leaning forward to claim his mouth again, hips snapping harder, chasing her pleasure. ”You’re so strong inside m—.”

Her words dissolved into moans, breath hitching with every bounce, the bedframe groaning in protest. Lancet groaned alongside her, and as her riding grew stronger, he started to thrust up to meet her, angling deep, hitting that spot inside that made her walls flutter and clamp.

Sweat slicked their bodies, the sharp tang mixing with her musk, her nipples dragging across his chest with each grind.

”Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

”Hah. Hah. Hah.”

”Ngh. Ngh.”

Their moans sang along with the beeping sound from somewhere in the clinic. Astensia kept riding Lancet, driven by keys of love, servitude and desire.

She rolled her hips on him, her strong knight’s thighs flexing as she lifted and dropped herself onto his cock again and again. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the hospital room, growing louder and more obscene with every thrust.

Lancet groaned deeply, his hands gripping her swaying hips as he stared up at her in pure awe. Every time she rose, her slick folds dragged along his length, sucking at him greedily. Every time she sank back down, her tight, molten pussy swallowed him whole, clenching and rippling around his throbbing shaft like warm, wet velvet.

”Fuck... Astensia...” he moaned, voice rough and broken.

Her full, heavy breasts swung hypnotically above him with each bounce, the pale pink nipples were stiff and inviting, making it difficult for Lancet to look away.

The sight of those beautiful tits bouncing while her tight pussy milked his cock was driving him insane.

Inside, she felt even better than before. Her walls had grown hotter, slicker, and somehow even tighter as her arousal built. Every thrust made her inner muscles flutter and squeeze around him in waves, the fleshy ridges inside her dragging deliciously along his veined length. Her juices coated him completely,

’She’s so fucking wet... and tight,’ he thought, teeth clenched. ’It’s like she’s trying to pull me deeper every time she comes down.’

Astensia leaned forward, planting her hands on his bandaged chest for leverage. Her blonde hair fell around them like a golden curtain as she started riding him faster, hips snapping with more urgency.

”Ngh! Ngh!” Her face was contorted in pleasure..Her breasts now hung closer to his face, swinging heavily and brushing against his lips and nose with every downward stroke.

”Master,” she mumbled. ”I think... I think... ngh!”

Lancet felt her pussy clench harder, the rhythmic squeezes becoming erratic and desperate. Her thighs began to tremble against his sides. The wet sounds grew wetter, messier, as fresh floods of her arousal gushed around his cock with every thrust.

Lancet looked up at her face and noticed the telltale signs; her beautiful blue eyes were half-lidded and glassy, her lips parted in a constant moan, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson.

Her movements were becoming less controlled, more frantic, as if she was chasing something she couldn’t quite reach yet.

His eyes widened. ’Is she about to...?’

”Ngh!” He groaned as her inner walls tightened and fluttered wildly around him, squeezing and releasing in rapid pulses. He felt the way her clit dragged harder against his pubic bone with every grind. The way her entire body seemed to be winding tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.

”You’re close, aren’t you?” Lancet rasped, driving himself deep into her clenching heat. His hands slid up to grip her bouncing breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh as his thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples. ”You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”

Astensia whimpered, nodding frantically as she rode him even faster, her ass slapping loudly against his thighs.

”Yes... yes— I’m... I’m going to—!”