You give Carter a sneaky handjob (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
You've had a bit of a thing for Carter ever since he joined the Order. You've always been a little jealous of how enamoured he is with Hetty. Being pressed up so tightly against him has begun to turn you on. A depraved idea crosses your mind. It's against the rules for Knights to have sex, but you realise that what you're thinking may not quite count. It would also be a good way to turn his attention away from the gorgeous blonde he's holding so tightly.
Your hand creeps around his hips to his waist. You know that he must be rock hard down below. He is being sandwiched by two pretty girls, after all. You hear him quietly gasp as your cold hand touches his abs under his leather jerkin. You gently glide your fingers down into his trousers. You firmly grasp his throbbing meat.
"Ida..." he whispers.
You shush him. "Hetty and I are trying to sleep."
You begin slowly rubbing his cock. There's an audible change in his breathing. It's still quiet, but it's much heavier than before. Just to be safe, you wrap your free hand around his mouth. Your other hand keeps pumping below. He's gotten even harder since you started. You can only just about wrap your fingers around his mighty girth. You're impressed. You wonder how it would feel to have that thing pumping between your legs. You're less impressed as you feel wetness fill his underwear. You'd have thought such a big cock would've lasted longer.
Some of the sticky substance rests on your thumb and forefinger. As you retrieve your hand from Carter's trousers, you bring it up to your face. It smells strange, not bad, but not great. You know what to do with it. You make sure Carter hears you lap it all up.
You soon fall asleep. You dream of nothing but the upcoming battle. You understand that you might die, that your friends might too. You're honestly terrified, and your dreams remind you of that. When morning comes, you're woken by the sound of a war horn. You're under attack. It's time to fight or die.
How does the battle turn out?
