Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

She was moaning and groaning into his mouth.

Jaegar was like a wild and hungry beast with a hunger for lust.

Her face became red, and tears welled in her eyes. Under his constant pounding, she reached her orgasm, but Jaegar never stopped, he dropped her legs down, ignored her protests, and kissed her again.

Then he dropped to her chest, kissing her breasts and sucking them harder.

Her legs went limp as she screamed and moaned under his thrust, but she held him against her chest, holding him to her, embracing him, singing words of pleasure to him, and telling him to never stop until he was satisfied.

"Fuck me, Jaegar!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

He wrapped his arms around her thighs again and started slamming her harder than before.

"Goddmann! She cried out. "Yes, harder, just like that!"

He didn't need to be told, as he was completely focused on fucking her.

He reared back and started going even harder. Isadora was squealing with every thrust, and he spurred on; he began to go even faster.

Shifting his grip to her ankles, he opened her legs and continued to ram her.

"All the way, darling boy," she gasped. "Spread them all the way."

'Fuck, this is going to be the best fuck of my life.'

He spread them as much as he could and began pounding her harder than ever.

The thighs where his thighs slammed against her became red too. His cock bathed in her juices as he took in and out of her.

"Oh, yeah!" Isadora called. "Just what I fucking missed?"

He looked down at the amazing sight of his glistening cock driving in and out of her silky, smooth, and dripping pussy. His cock was making wet sucking sounds every time he pulled back, and again when he drove back inside. Isadora was making noises that were more than human, and it made him try even harder. He was breathing heavily and moaned as he could feel himself getting ready to cum.

Sensing he was close, she yelled, "Inside me, darling boy, I want to feel it!"

His legs were shaking, and after a few more vicious pumps, he felt his cum racing through his cock as he moaned.

He gave her one pump and cried out as he felt his cock go off inside her. She cried out as well and then moaned each time he thrust into her.

He gasped as each of those thrusts ended in another spurt of cum deep inside of her, "Oh my darling boy, that is sooo good, so fucking good!" she purred as he gave her one more pump.

"Stay still,"

He groaned in surprise and pleasure as he felt her pussy contract around his cock, wringing a couple of more drops from him.

'Damn, she was wild.'

He pulled his cock from inside her and sat back on his knees. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, Isadora rested her head and arms, her breaths coming in pants of exhaustion. Beside her, Jaegar stretched out, surrendering to his own weariness. The passion that had ignited between them had left them both physically exhausted.

As they lay there, the atmosphere between them had shifted. Jaegar was beginning to reassess his initial impression of Isadora. At first, he assumed that her interest in him was solely driven by desire, but the events of today had unveiled a deeper connection, a longing that transcended mere physical attraction.

"Do you still believe I'm too young for you?" Jaegar asked, his perception of her slowly evolving.

Isadora confessed, "Well, you know, I thought young people like you wouldn't want old bones like me." Her voice carried a hint of self-deprecation; her insecurity was laid bare.

Jaegar, turning to face her, propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand.

He countered, "You are not old." His words held a sincerity that seemed to resonate with her.

A soft chuckle escaped Isadora's lips. "I am," she responded, though her tone held a hint of disbelief.

"And you, you're a prince. A woman like me can't even stand beside you."

Jaegar was taken aback by her admission. It was clear that she harbored genuine feelings for him, feelings that extended beyond the physical realm. He considered her words carefully before responding, "If you truly desire it, I can make it happen. No one would stand in my way."

A shadow darkened Isadora's features, and her voice took on a somber tone. "Do you know why I haven't married yet?" she asked, her vulnerability showing. Jaegar listened attentively, silently urging her to continue.

"At the age of fifteen," Isadora began, her voice quivering with emotion, "I found out that I couldn't be a mother because I don't have the womb to carry a child." Tears welled up in her eyes, and one by one, they rolled down her cheeks, tracing a path of sorrow.

Moved by her revelation, Jaegar reached out to hold her, drawing her into his comforting embrace. As her tears fell, he, too, allowed himself to grieve with her, understanding that the pain of unfulfilled dreams weighed heavily on her heart.

He actually didn't know what to say to her. He could tell just by looking at her that she might have been through so much pain. Even though he didn't have a mother, one didn't care, and the other didn't know about him. Well,  he didn't know about her. He knew the heart of one; the time he had spent with Diana made him realize that.

Behind her ice-cold attitude, she was hiding so much pain. He could see the traces of sorrow in her eyes, the subtle hints of a broken spirit that she tried so hard to conceal. It was as if she had built a fortress around herself, using her icy demeanor as a shield to protect her fragile heart from further damage.

In the quiet of that intimate moment, Isadora's tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a sense of catharsis. She pulled away slightly from Jaegar, her eyes red and puffy but with a glimmer of gratitude shining through.