"You are very powerful," the ward continued, "You are very brave."

"I am what I need to be when I need to be it," the stoic warrior replied. "And not all of it has been...good. You should rest." Blackstone rose from the campfire and the conversation. He walked to a nearby tree, to a nearby view of the forest and stopped. It was impossible to tell who or what truly was under that armor and arsenal.

"I must admit, great Blackstone," Beya began, "That I have secretly...envied my lady's place with you."

Blackstone's eyes narrowed as he stared off at the moon. "Explain," he said and even his softened voice was a rumble and full of bass.

Another moment passed. Beya rose up and followed the man. Something new was in her eyes. Something primal.

"I would rather show you..." she answered. With a clipping of her cloak and garment underneath, her clothing did not follow with her.

As Blackstone turned, the nude female stood before him. While the Gray Lady was voluptuous, Beya was smaller but not without curve. Her breasts were larger than a handful and would serve a lover plenty. Her nipples were dark and hardening in the forest cold. Her waist was narrow and showed a strong core while her hips jutted out to a full backside that was good for many a carnal use.

"...I believe I could treat you better than she..."

Beya slipped to her knees before Blackstone.

She reached up under his armor, his chain mail and other protective layers until she found his manhood. Beya's eyes widened at the size of it.

She looked up in wonder and Blackstone's shadowed, faceless helmet looked down at her. His glowing eyes simmered as she began to stroke him hard.

"I had no idea--oh Blackstone..." Beya whispered now watching the man's penis harden and stiffen in her hands. "I know Iana is not taking care of this as she should...!"

She stroked his massive cock. It took both of her hands to push and pull on it. She had full lips and began kissing its side, licking it, relishing it. Beya moaned and enjoyed the full veins alongside the dark cock. No one knew who the armored man or where he was from. Even his full, exposed penis was shadowed by some unknown technology or magic that allowed it free but masked any details of it.

But Beya licked it and tasted the wet tip. She played with the head, kissed it and kissed it until Blackstone's mighty hand came down on her head and pulled her onto it.

He held her gently while she went back and forth on the immense cock. It was more than she could take into her whole mouth. It was not long before it was at the back of her throat.

Blackstone's eyes simmered to mere slits as he lost himself in the moment of the woman sucking his heavy rod. Beya gagged repeatedly but enjoyed her meal all too much to stop.

It was not long until the woman found herself spun around. The campfire danced over her lean but curved body. Blackstone was a mighty silhouette behind her. She reached backwards and embraced the man. He wrapped an armored arm around her, stroking her hips and running his hand atop the small strip of hair between her legs.

With a wanton push, now Beya was on all fours. She arced her back, putting her juicy round backside into the air. She smiled and closed her eyes as she felt Blackstone grab her by her hips and slap his thick meaty cock against her backside.

It thumped heavily and she could only imagine, after having sucked such a large thing, what it would be like to take it inside.

She smiled and winced at the same time as Blackstone slid his engorged manhood into her. It was fat and deep; Beya could barely take it. Leaves and grass bit up into her hands and knees. The cold of the forest hardened her nipples even more.

The armored man's breathing increased as did his rhythm. Beya almost wanted to beg him to stop but she enjoyed the powerful ramming of the tremendous thickness inside.

The precum was enough to fill her, she felt it running out of her sloshing crotch. It seemed forever until Blackstone pulled himself out of her and ejaculated all over her back. He grunted several times, each accompanying huge spurts of hot, thick sticky fluid.

Beya stayed still on all fours and embraced the bath she was given by Blackstone's cum.

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Still dripping in the warrior's seed, Beya found herself up against a tree. Cum dripped down her back and legs. Blackstone's might was legendary and proved in the ease by which he held the young, curvy woman aloft with one arm.

She could not see the man's face - who he was, where he was from, all such details were lost or unknown. All she could feel was his mouth, warm and hungry, feasting between her legs. His tongue was long and powerful and lapped her labia deeply. She was still tender and sore from the pounding but his devouring of her pink mound made her forget her pleasurable pain.

Beya could not contain the throbbing wetness swelling between her legs.

She grabbed the horns on Blackstone's helmet and pulled him deeper into her as she exploded in a shower of her own.