Heaven's Greatest Professor

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"It's all your fault," Warden was quick to blame her. "If you wiggle your ass there, of course, there will be… that… I'm not a saint."

"It's my fault?" June gritted her teeth. Unknowingly, she squeezed her palms tight as the heat from the shaft warmed her palms. Blushing furiously, she let go of that thing and shifted to give Warden her back again.

She was about to move away, but Warden clutched her tight, his palms coiling around her stomach.

"You!"

"June," Warden husked, "Can I do something to you?"

The elf's soft figure grew stiff in his arms. "I can't believe you," she said through gritted teeth, the hot member still pressing against her butt cheeks. "Set aside that… thing from my rear first."

"What thing?" Warden smiled.

"Don't make me regret my decision now."

"Sorry," he said, leaning closer to the back of her neck. "I don't think my thing will calm down any time soon. Do you know how hard I'm tried?"

"I… we cannot do it," June said, wigging around to make a distance between them. "Not before the ceremony."

Warden swallowed hard. "I know," he purred into her ears, kissing slightly on her shoulder blade. He didn't know what ceremony she was talking about, but that's not important now with the wildfire rising in his nether region.

Contrary to what he was feeling, Warden didn't try anything for the moment, only squeezing her ever so slightly, easing her up.

"So, you never had a relationship before," he whispered.

She didn't answer.

"June?" he touched her long ears with his cheek.

"No," she mumbled, feeling goosebumps. She snorted, "And from how you experience you seem in kissing, you sure had a bunch of them before you lost your memory, huh."

Warden laughed warily, but did not comment on that.

"Why is that thing still hard now?" she asked after a while.

"You," Warden chuckled. "You're the reason."

It was her turn to remain silent for now.

"I won't be able to sleep tonight with this," Warden said, his palms rubbing her flat stomach over the satin nightgown.

She asked timidly, "It will remain like that for the rest of the night?"

For all her maturity and age, June sounded too young and inexperienced when she asked that.

"It will," Warden said with a sigh, "unless I go into the bathroom to take care of it, or you help me take care of it."

June became silent again.

"It's too cold, I don't want to go," Warden said. He slid in one palm into her nightgown and touched her bare belly.

"Mmh!" June shivered.

"Just this once," Warden coaxed, knowing that a shy woman like her would never take the initiative.

"You cannot…" June said shakily as her heartbeat rose along with Warden's palm over her bare skin. "Not before the ceremony…"

Warden rested the palm just below her bosom. "We won't take the final step, or the step before that. Please… if you don't like it, just say no and I'll stop, no question asked."

June remained silent; her heartbeat calmed a little after Warden stopped moving his palm. Although it still rested below her chest. "Promise?"

"Promise," he husked, his palms rising again. "If it doesn't make you feel good, just tell me…"

With that, Warden left all reservations and pulled his palm over her generous breasts. The nipples already stood erect, as his palms rubbed them. His member rubbed on her rear hard. June out a squeak. Truly inexperienced.

"It's alright, right?" Warden whispered to her and kissed her on the neck. Her chest rose and fell as his palm groped them in wanton need.

"Warden…" June moaned his name. "This is… this is too much…"

"Should I stop?" The gown already slid off from her shoulder, presenting a huge cleavage for his eyes to feast on. She didn't wear anything inside. At least, not on her upper body.

He planted more kisses on her cleavage, licking and leaving a long trail of saliva.

"Gods…" she whimpered, her palms squeezing his head, caressing through his grey hair. "No…"

Warden sighed in relief inwardly that he wasn't forcing it on her. He found her lips again, rising over her. He began kissing her furiously, no sensuality left in his form. Both of his palms were over her well-endowed breasts, groping them in different shapes.

"Slow down!" she said between the kisses.

"Easy for you say," he let out, and dropped his lips to her breasts. He sucked on one of them, snuggling his full face into it.

"Oh… Warden~" she called his name again, his tongue rolling around the erect buds. Hot air escaped from his nostrils as June's back arched, feeling her private parts licked for the first time.

She gasped madly under him, rubbing his hair crazily as Warden finally shifted to the other breast. June could only moan and struggle under the plethora of pleasure running through her core.

Warden kept his palms busy, moving them downwards to her abdomen and then to her forbidden realm. He was just about to find her clit when her lips squeezed tight, obstructing his entry. Warden didn't mind. He moved on to clasp her meaty hips.

"Hey," he said through gasps, leaving her sweet bosoms. "Give me your palm."

June only whimpered with his palms working on her rear. She probably did not even hear him clearly, but Warden was already at his limit. He clutched her palm and moved it to his nether region.

"What? Why?!" she said with a whimper.

"Help me!" Warden pleaded and already moved her palm into his pants, over the hot shaft, squeezing in.

June froze, barely fathoming the sheer size of it in her palm. "It's so hot..." she gasped. "Is this natural?"

Warden grunted. he didn't bother to answer and began squeezing his erect prick up and down with her palm. He rested on the side, just to be in a comfortable position, working on her palms. She resisted a little in the beginning, but with the repeated task of moving up and down, she became familiar with it in no time.

"Continue, just like that," Warden mumbled and let go of her palm. He moved both of his palms over her butt cheeks, while his mouth found her breast and erect buds to suck onto.

"Yesss," he croaked, sucking through her teat. "Just like that..."

June continued, the heat from the thing was like a hot fever, transferring onto her plan immediately, and yet didn't reach equilibrium at all.

"Faster..." Warden commanded after a couple of minutes, as saps of glistening liquid already began to come out. Some of it fell to her palm, making a patchy sound as she squeezed tight in the back-and-forth movement.

"Faster," Warden said, biting into her breast.

June moaned as Warden freed one palm to hold the palm that was squeezing his member. He forced her to move faster and faster...

Until the orgasm came, and Warden loaded all his seeds...

"Ahh..." he moaned, letting go of her palm as his back slumped into the bed.

"Warden... this is..." she didn't know what to say with the load of hot plasmic seeds on her palm gown.

"Thank you..."

She sniffed the pungent, bitter-sweet smell in the air. She felt her cheeks grow crimson and hot. Well, as if it could be redder than it already was. "So it is over?"

"Yes," Warden said, "thank you."

June sighed in relief. Then she found the member radiating heat close to her palm. "Then why does it still look so angry?"