Foundling [for ammapreaker]

[warandwomen]

It certainly wasn't the most difficult fight the Second Sons had ever faced, but there had still been plenty of action involved in taking the small city away from the slave masters who had taken it over after feeling the larger, fallen cities along Slavers' Bay. And as the Captain of this particularly famous and effective band of sellswords, Daario Naharis had been in the front line and in the thick of the fighting. He'd been a slave once, and even though that accident of birth had given him the opportunity to be the magnificent warrior he was now, it still felt like something close to a good deed whenever he spilled the blood of a master.

He and a handful of his men were going street by street, alley by alley, making sure they had not missed a single slaver. Daario walked through the open door of a brothel he'd patronized in days past, looking to see if anyone had decided to take refuge among the perfumed working girls.

As it turned out, someone had. Perhaps the owner, or a particularly unpleasant customer. But whoever the man was, he was currently laying in the middle of the otherwise empty common room, where men like Daario once drank and caroused with the whores before selecting one (or more) to take to the bedrooms. He had been just about to leave when he realized the room was not empty. To his amazement, a slip of a blonde girl was sitting at a table, sipping wine from a cup, her free hand still bloody and clutching the dagger she'd no doubt used to dispatch the man on the floor.

Daario took his hand off his sword and smiled. "Not bad work," he told the girl. "Maybe I should recruit you."

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[ammapreaker]

Amma was weary of all men she didn't know and seeing that she knew only two or three that weren't her master, she always had her guard up. She hadn't reacted when Daario walked in and surveyed the place, only looking up at his voice.

"He was the sloppy one." she spoke flatly, despite fully aware that she was addressing a man. Years in slavery had taught her to speak properly to men and show them endless respect, but with the chip on her shoulder, she also gained many scars on her once smooth skinned back.

"Men usually are here." Oh, she had made quite a fortune nabbing coins when men had let that guard down and their cocks out.

She took one last sip before finally putting down the cup that she had closely been watching. Straightening out, her large eyes came back to his, "Who are you....sir?"

[warandwomen]

Daario took a moment to look the girl over, though with a much different kind of assessment than he would usually be employing in such an establishment. She was small and lovely, to be sure, and young-- as young as he'd ever seen in a brothel-- but there was a wild kind of light in those eyes. It was surprisingly like facing off against a feral animal.

He kept his hands open and in plain view as he took a cautious few steps forward. "My name is Daario Naharis. I and my men are the reason you had a chance to slay your master today."

"You're free," Daario explained. "If you like, I can walk you out of here, take you to our camp where there is safety, and food... and where no man will touch you without your leave." He smirked. "And if they try, you won't have time to use that knife." Daario patted the handle of his wickedly curved sword as he made the promise.

[ammapreaker]

"Amma." She straightened out her back when she said her name, holding her head high. She had no other name, no last name from a husband. She only had the name given to her so men knew who to ask for. None the less, it was still all she had and all she could be proud of.

"So do I owe you and your men now?" The word "free" didn't register with Amma. It had never been a reality. She assumed one life out of slavery was just waiting for the next master to have her. Her own mother had been traded and sold away, long gone. "Why should I trust you?" She glared as to not let him think he would have the chance to get one by her and take advantage of her now that she didn't have a master.

"And what will happen if I touch you in the middle of the night?" She added despite her tough demeanor. He was cute and she was free to go after anyone she chose. This was a first. At least a first without watching eyes. Maybe she would take from him what others tried to take from her.

[warandwomen]

He shook his head. "You don't owe anyone a damn thing," he assured the girl. "If it's what you want, you can just walk right out of that door and fend for yourself. You seem the kind who could survive well enough for a while." 

Daario meant it. He could see the way Amma was thinking, could almost read the things in her head, because he recognized her expression. She'd never known freedom, never known anything but slavery and the command to do as the masters bid. But somewhere in all that, she had gone a little wild instead of broken.

If Daario hadn't done the same in the fighting pits as a boy, he wouldn't have been standing there.

"You shouldn't trust me," he replied. "Not entirely. You'd be a fool to. But for now, you can use me to get yourself out of this city, fed, and possibly more."

He shook his head again at her almost flirtatious question. "It depends on if you wish to touch me with your hand or with your blade. As it turns out, I'm fool enough to take the chance you won't choose the blade. So are you coming?"

[ammapreaker]

The man was handsome and now he didn't back down. That earned him an amused smirk from Amma. "Fine." She said after a long pause. "But you walk in front of me." As if she were safer that way, and like this man wasn't able to take her out if he needed to from any angle.

She rose from where she sat, revealing how little she wore. It was common clothing for a woman in these parts. Draped and thin cloth that revealed particular areas. She had begun to fill out in the chest just recently so her breasts were perky and visible. Her hand still held the bloody blade with determination that she would use it if need be. She only paused to add to the flirtation, "I'll touch you with whatever best suits me." Her lips curling before she became serious again.

"I'm ready." There was nothing left for her there and her stomach would soon be heard growling and wanting for that food he had mentioned he'd feed her.

[warandwomen]

Daario laughed, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head once again. This girl was really something else entirely. He'd never once encountered anyone like her, and that wild, vicious streak that he could detect beneath her young beauty fascinated him. Perhaps Amma had potential he'd never considered developing before.

"I can do that," Daario replied. "Even if I know you just want me to so you can look at my ass."

His eyes raked over her slender form after she stood, and his cock twitched as though awaking from slumber at the sight of her. Daario couldn't remember ever being so drawn to such a young girl, but she seemed destined to break all rules.

Turning, Daario led the way out of the building and through the empty, ruined streets.

[ammapreaker]

"I like a strong man I can enjoy looking at from behind." Her eyes matched her devious smile. "A tight ass means he's strong in the legs and you know a woman likes it hard."

She had been taught to speak to men like this from the first day she was presentable. Flatter them. Make them feel powerful. Let them do whatever they like to you. It lets them think they can control you when really you control them.

Amma began to follow him out into the street, eyeing every turn they made. She had never been allowed to wander alone and she still didn't know this man. "You say there is food at your camp?" She checked, hand on her dagger as her eyes flickered to the back of his head and back around at the death they began to pass by. There was a significant amount of blood everywhere and the further they walked, the sounds of drunken men celebrating their victory could be heard.

"Where did you come from?" She began to question him the more they walked. She stayed close to him, moving more at his side now than directly behind him.

[warandwomen]

Shaking his head, Daario chuckled quietly at Amma's response to his flirtatious comment. Her words were exactly the sort of thing he would have expected to hear at a brothel, understandably, but he would have to work on breaking the girl of the habit if she was going to be sticking around for any length of time.

Which, he was surprised to find himself hoping, would be a good while.

"Food and rest," he confirmed, continuing to pick their way through the city, wary for any remaining masters or even any of his men who had gone too rowdy or drunk to control themselves. "My men and I have been contracted to rid these lands of slavery-- or at least, of the slavers and masters. We are very good at getting rid of people, so they pay us a lot to do so."

Soon enough, they passed through the broken city gates and neared the camp. Daario stopped. "Give me your knife," he asked. Thinking better of it, he unclipped the small sheath at his belt and held it out. "Trade with me for now. Hold this with the hilt clearly showing, and no one will stand in your way in the camp." The knife he offered in temporary exchange was heavier than hers, mostly from the metal handle, which had been worked into the form of a naked woman.

[ammapreaker]

"So will you keep me the night then rid of me?" She turned his words around, something Amma had grown good at as a means of protection. Show men that they couldn't fool her so quickly. It also was how she was cautiously assuming things would go. Pleasure this man and he would be on his way; which was a shame since he was rather handsome now that she was closer.

"You had it designed to look like me." She commented when she gave a glance to the knife's hilt that represented a curvy women with larger breasts. There was a smile playing on her lips that could be heard in her light tone. "That's really sweet. You can touch tits all day."

"Why can't I carry my own?" She asked but did what he said and continued to follow him, speaking low as to only be heard by him. She held on tightly to the heavy sword, partly to keep it up and also for some support. Entering the camp, she felt dozens of eyes fall on her and she delivered glares in return. She wasn't about to look like an innocent lamb being lead through a pack of wolves. Even if she was staying close to one that would supposedly protect her. She knew better than to assume she was safe. It was the way the other men responded to Daario that put her slightly at ease.

[warandwomen]

"War and women," Daario replied with a smirk. "My two great loves, my two skills greater than any other man I've met." He reached down to fondle the matching sculpted nude on the hilt of his wickedly curved sword. "And you are carrying that knife so that it's clear you have my permission to walk through the camp and not be bothered."

He glanced around, and although there were a few whistles and hoots from the men, they were given a wide berth. There were also a few confused stares which bothered Daario until he understood: he was walking with a young girl with pale yellow hair, and some of the men might just believe she was the Queen they'd left behind when setting out on this mission.

Was that why Daario had chosen to keep Amma by his side instead of simply walking away?

In any case, he led the girl to the mess tent, where they were served hot stew and hard bread to soak in it. Across the table, he regarded Amma carefully. "I notice you automatically assume I want to fuck you." He did, naturally, but he was trying to make a point. "I find you interesting, girl. And that means either I will not touch you at all, or you can expect to share my bed for a good, long while."

[ammapreaker]

"Skills better than any man you've met?" Well, now he certainly had her attention. She wanted to challenge him to prove it, but for the moment she knew better than to. He was leading her to food, so she just offered harmless quips. "Do you like to watch other men with women then?"

Amma knew nothing of the Queen from another land other than what travelers and gossip had spread. Despite knowing that they shared a hair color, she hadn't imagined she shared anything in likeness with the woman. Men always said queens were beautiful so Amma began to doubt that legitimacy; they couldn't all be so pretty.

The stew was half decent and she wasn't going to complain; there was no saying when she would have her next meal. She looked up from her bowl when he spoke so bluntly and brought up her assumptions. Her striking green eyes flickered to meet his with question and a challenge, "Which do you want it to be?" From her growing interest in the man who seemed to be far more intelligent and calculated than she had suspected an hour earlier, she was also growing more interested in the latter.

[warandwomen]

Daario barked out a laugh at that particular jab. "Ha! Very clever. I like clever but no-- I get my information from ladies such as yourself, who seem to be often inclined to let me know how my prowess compares to other men." He raised a hand before the young girl had a chance to reply. "And I wasn't paying any of them, so I mostly take their word for it."

Yes, Daenerys was beautiful. Exceedingly so. But she was, as it turned out, pragmatic and ambitious, which was why the Second Sons remained on this side of the ocean while the Dragon Queen traveled west to conquer. Daario did not care to think more on it, but it did occur to him that this slip of a girl, with her wild, dangerous ways, might be an even better match to him.

Over their meal, Daario gave Amma's challenging question some thought. What did he think he was doing with the girl? Bringing her to the camp and securing her some food and rest was one thing, but he was talking about keeping her around. Not like a slave, he knew, but as something he couldn't define.

He took a long drink from a cup of wine and when he set it down, he fixed Amma with serious, narrowed eyes. "Since I have a feeling there's no danger of becoming a fluttering, love-struck hanger-on, I think the latter option will serve us both well, if you're willing."

[ammapreaker]

"Do you think I want to sleep with you?" Amma challenged as she eyed him over the brim of her cup. She didn't speak with a condescending tone, more teasing than anything. "Be your bedfellow?"

"And what is in it for me?" She already had her answer to this as she had glanced around the tent and no one dared even lay eyes on her. "I do not speak of gold or food. You say you're more than good as a lover, but I would like to see your sword." Her lips twitched with amusement, clearly playing to keep her hands on the reins here.

Setting her cup beside her plate, she took one last bite of the meat in front of her then looked up. "Take me to your tent and show me. Only then I will tell you if it is what I require to take you on as my companion." She really spoke a big game for such a petite girl with no power or strength at all in the situation, but she held her ground without flinching, awaiting his next move.

[warandwomen]

He laughed, heartily and from deep in his belly, loud enough for some of the men also taking their meals to look over in curiosity over what had their captain so amused. When he was finished, he regarded Amma with no small measure of delight and pride.

"Seven hells, girl. I wish some of my men had balls as big as yours."

Daario slapped the table. "Very well, little one. Follow me, and I will complete my application."

He rose and set their bowls onto a pile of other used crockery, then led Amma towards a large tent near the center of the encampment. Stepping inside, he closed and secured the flap. Inside the tent was large enough for even Daario to stand upright, and it held a large, padded sleeping mat, a chair and a small table, and a set of racks and stands for his armor and weapons.

These last he used to their purpose as he relieved himself of the blades and protective pieces, including the dagger he'd given Amma, which he took back. He soon stood before the girl in a simple tunic, trousers, and boots. "So what was it you wished to see again before we continue negotiations?"

[ammapreaker]

Amma wasn't sure how she felt about being called "little one" but it was quickly out of her mind as she stood to follow him. The tent was impressive for what it was and she looked it over before moving towards the chair to sit. She didn't wear much, but she could still sit tall in the seat and speak with intent.

"I told you I wanted to see what you had to offer me." Her lips were twitching with a small smile on them. "So go on," she nodded towards him, a small wave of her hand, "Take it out and show me." With a slender hand, she brushed her hair back over her shoulders. Her breasts could be seen through the thin fabric on purpose. Anna's head tilted as she watched him, eyes looking him over carefully, but other than her tiny smile, she hid her thoughts from her expression. "And I want it solid."

[warandwomen]

He watched with great amusement as Amma took her seat, claiming it like a damn throne and looking at him with a kind of imperious expression that it made him blink. Clearly, Daario thought to himself, he had a type.

Nodding, he grasped his cock through his trousers and began to massage it. Between the thoughts he'd already been harboring about Amma's young, petite body and what he could see of that body right then, he was quickly growing harder. "And what will you do if you like what you see then, hmm? Will it be time to solidify our agreement?"

Soon enough, he was ready, and drew his cock free of its confines, dark, hard, and ready.

[ammapreaker]

"Let's see if I like what you have first," Amma was enjoying just watching Daario touch himself. Once he was ready, she continued to summon him as if he were still too far away, "Come here," she beckoned. "Let me see it."

When he was close enough, she would examine him closely as if looking for something. Bringing her face in close, her mouth hung open only slightly, exhaling a hot breath onto his skin. She glanced up to his face with her light-colored eyes before sliding her hand up his thigh to grip him at the base, as if feeling for his sturdiness and hardness. She could smell his musk, which certainly hardened her nipples before she brought her tongue out to lick just the head of his cock. She smiled to herself as she pulled back and sat up straight again.

Her legs spread, fingers gathering the fabric to move it from covering her sex. As if presenting herself to him, she let her head fall back, looking up at him, "Now show me your skill that is so much better than every other man's." A light blond eyebrow rose. "Can you use your mouth or is it only in your hips?" Speak in a way she was used to being spoken to, Amma was enjoying her position in the room.

[warandwomen]

To his own great surprise, Daario was enjoying this game immensely. Honestly, he had little doubt of what the ultimate outcome of their current interaction would be, but there was something entertaining in playing out these parts. Besides, he knew that the girl would have never had the opportunity to be in charge of her own sexual encounters, and so if he was going to make something of her, he wanted her to know that strength.

Daario shivered with the touch of her breath and tongue. He could see that Amma was getting aroused by the exchange herself, but rather than indulge herself in tasting his cock further, she put things in his hands, baring her lovely pussy to him and challenging him to pleasure her. 

Wasting not a moment, Daario crouched down and placed a long, hard, wet kiss to the girl's slit. He began to work his mouth against Amma's sex as though they were kissing. He began slowly, building up the sensations in her, starting with just the flat of his tongue.

[ammapreaker]

Amma had men go down on her before. Usually it was their preference that brought on the act, not her own. She hadn't derived much pleasure from it the first few times, but now that she orchestrated it, she could smile to herself. She gasped from the contact of his wet hot tongue connecting with her swollen clit, revealing further how aroused the situation had her.

The sight of his dark luscious hair between her legs had her eyes focused on his every move. She could just barely see his cock still hard between his legs, hanging heavy and flushed.

"Mmm-" she hummed in an effort to restrain her moans, but he was skilled. Very much so. To the point that she realized that he was hitting her sweet spot with his tongue the more it moved, making her lean back and raise her knees slightly as her toes curled.

[warandwomen]

The sex spread before Daario was youthful perfection-- smooth and soft and yielding to his efforts. His tongue lapped at her at first, flat and long, wetting Amma's slit and preparing her for what came next. Eventually, she began to swell and open for him, and he drew his tongue along every tight fold of her, exploring.

Soon enough, he found the small, flushed pearl of the girl's clit and lavished it with attention from the tip of his tongue. Daario heard the noises beginning to bubble up from inside of the her young body and they only served to make him hungrier for her.

His hands slid under Amma's tight ass and lifted her slightly, giving his mouth even more access to her. He varied his contact with her even more, lapping at her, tracing her, even gently pushing his way into her entrance.

[ammapreaker]

She felt like a dish he was feasting on, but rather than feel like the object she had been sold so regularly as, she felt like a treasure. His attentions weren't for himself, they were for her. To impress her in a way Amma had never experience.

Her mouth had fallen open as her chest rose and fell quickly. "My-" she exhaled after he pressed into her, causing her back to arch once more. "You didn't need dinner." A chuckle at her own comments that was cut off with a moan. That tongue didn't quite feel like enough as her muscles clenched around it, wanting for its girth. Wanting for more and something...solid.

After allowing his focus to stay between her legs, producing plenty of juices for him to lap up, she placed a hand on his head, "Show me your cock once more."

[warandwomen]

The longer Daario went on, the more he simply wanted to devour the girl utterly, leave her spent and more satisfied than she had ever been in her life-- perhaps satisfied for the first time in her young life, if he knew the sort of men who would have been paying for her until now.

And so, he licked and sucked and teased and fed on the flowing juices of her pussy and the moans she made above him. Soon, she was asking for his cock. He'd made her a little queen for the moment, and she was making her demand. But Daario Naharis did sometimes disobey his queen.

He looked up from between Amma's slender legs. "No. First, you come."

Daario dove back in, straightening his tongue as much as he could and pushing it into her entrance. After fucking her like that for a while, he instead sealed his lips around her tiny clit and raised one hand to slide a finger inside of the girl's pussy, curling it to find her most sensitive spots.

[ammapreaker]

Amma's eyes narrowed at his disobedience. Not that he wasn't about to give her something she wanted, but the game was that she would tell him what to do and he would obey. Now he was going at her far more aggressively and while she wanted to protest, that finger knew exactly where to strike her. Her knee jerked up as if curling back into her due to the pleasure and needing something to press against. With her hands in his dark hair, she made his head what she could press up to. She could care less if the man could breathe as she grinded up against him, wanting that tongue to work her harder, but she trusted his skill and ability to manage himself with his face in a woman's privates.

"Ah-" she gasped as she felt herself start towards that peak. "Seven hells-" Amma's brow was beginning to perspire and make her pale hair stick to her forehead. "Deeper- deeper-" She begged, breathing growing more rapid as he quickly would achieve his goal and have her crying out.

[warandwomen]

While he was happy to let Amma play little queen in his tent, Daario was still Daario, and that meant a mischievous and willful streak that would never be erased from him, no matter who held his loyalty. And besides, it wasn't as though he were rebelling against the girl, just giving her what she didn't realize she truly wanted-- an orgasm given for no other reason than he simply wanted to make her come.

The slender fingers in his hair sent a tingle down Daario's spine, letting him know that he was doing well, as did the noises and the squirming little body before him. Amma pressed her pussy hard against his mouth, which was fine with him, as it gave him all the access he needed to pleasure every inch of her young sex. Soon enough, her passage began to constrict around his finger which prompted him to push a second into the girl.

"Come for me, little queen," he growled.

[ammapreaker]

To ever have thought that she'd ever have such a handsome strong man between her legs in this fashion had merely been a fantasy for Amma. One she hadn't dared told a sole. She had done well keeping her composure and retaining her confidence for him, but to even see those eyes glimpse up from her pussy was enough to make her weak in the knees. Luckily in this position, she didn't need those knees.

Amma had never been called a queen before, probably since her stance in society was so far below it that it was a mere joke to think she compared. The second finger made her pussy feel the pressure to push against and feel the stretch as well as something to clench onto.

"Mmm!" she allowed a moan to escape when her breathing started to grow rapid. He was pulling out all the stops and she wouldn't be able to hold back. There was some of her pride doing its best to disobey the man, but her body wouldn't listen. Not when it was flushed and squirming with pleasure that was building up so fast. Her hand grabbed tightly to his hair and yanked it, wanting his face suffocating in her pussy as she felt herself fall over that edge. Amma was far from silent when she hit that peak, her head falling back as she moaned even louder.

[warandwomen]

Daario had been a slave, and while he appreciated the fact that he'd learned to be the fighter he was thanks to that fact, he still abhorred the practice, and was more than pleased that he was now tasked with destroying the trade wherever he found it. And now, with the opportunity to show one particular slave just what freedom could taste and feel like, he was determined to hold back nothing for the girl.

And if he were being totally honest with himself, having a little queen like her with him would go a long way to satisfying many other needs within the man.

He was happy to crush his mouth against her body, fingers stretching her tight, tiny cunt as he licked her clit and brought her to an orgasm that had her crying out so loud the tent nearly shook. Indeed, he was sure he could hear applause coming from outside the flap.

[ammapreaker]

Amma rode out her climax until she was forced to push him away from the sensitivity becoming overwhelming. Her body spoke for her with sweat clinging her blond hair to her temple, chest rising and falling, flushed cheeks. What her words wouldn't tell him, her body sure did. She hadn't even been sure how loud she'd become, but it hadn't mattered, Amma had long lost any shyness when it came to onlookers or audiences of any sort.

"And...you never thought to made a trade off of your skill?" she cracked a light joke, adding a soft chuckle. She had attempted to stay serious, but that too had failed.

Amma gazed at the man on his knees, snickering, "Was that an attempt to loosen me up for what you've got in store, commander?"

[warandwomen]

Rocking back on his heels once the girl pushed him away, Daario waited with an insufferably smug grin on his face. He watched Amma, looking utterly wrung-out, trying to collect herself after the orgasm he'd given her. If the way his beard glistened with her juices wasn't enough of a sign of her pleasure, the dark stain on the camp chair beneath her was plenty.

He chuckled. "There's more of a market for my other skills, though I have been offered pay for the ones you've just experienced."

Daario shook his head. "I made you come to make you come, little queen. I'd very much like to feel that mouth of yours and then fuck you, of course, but do you want that?"

[ammapreaker]

Amma was left panting and feeling the need to fan herself, but didn't give him such the satisfaction of seeing her rather overly spent. He looked so damn smug and while even more handsome with her juices all over his beard, she had her pride and she was most certainly prideful.

"I want you to shut your mouth-" she snapped at him, a confusing lash of what looked like aggression before she was on her feet. With him still on his knees, she pointed to the bed. "Lie down." Her words were commanding as she demanded his actions. "Crawl to bed. Like the dog you are." She adjusted her skirt as if having some need to cover herself until she was completely ready for him again. She knew powerful men all too well. Some loved to be ordered when they were spending their days ordering others around. Maybe she was pushing her luck a bit too much by calling him names, but she'd take that risk for the sake of getting it right.

"And keep your cock hard."

[warandwomen]

The mercenary stayed right where he was for a few long moments, taking in the girl's outburst and assessing her, considering what he might do now. It was interesting, seeing how just a few scant hours of freedom had woken such a strong, sharp pride in Amma, enough to crack orders at him like he was the slave.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a freed slave react swiftly and strongly after having their chains broken, but this was a very different circumstance. He didn't want to dishearten the girl now that she was free, but at the same time, he needed her to understand there were limits if they were going to continue together.

And so, Daario settled on compromise. He rose all the way to his feet and strode to the bed, stroking his cock all the while. He laid down, tucking one arm under his head and waiting.

[ammapreaker]

So maybe she had overstepped her bounds far too quickly. As a girl who had just killed her master, she was ready to be freed of the shackles and run amok. Maybe she would need someone to reel her in, she just wasn't aware of it. However, this was now the second time he had "disobeyed" what she had tried to order him to do. A silent tisk at her behavior without needing to actually slap her on the wrists.

Narrowing her eyes, she nodded slowly, as if accepting the situation without wanting to declare any defeat. Moving towards the bed, she crawled onto it on all fours herself as she moved in on him. She bowed between his legs in a downward dog fashion, her tongue finding the soft skin where his balls and the base of his cock meet. From there she dragged her wet tongue up the length of him, tasting the hot skin until she reached the glistening tip. Her eyes stayed locked on him as she began to wrap her lips around his hard member, taking him into her mouth with a rapidly swirling tongue. Her blonde head would begin to bob up and down his length, humming in some submission to how she may be enjoying the taste of him.

[warandwomen]

He hoped the message was clear. There were no masters here, no slaves. Only two free people with the freedom to choose how they wished to pleasure one another and themselves, and if that required some give and take between them, all the better. For the moment, it seemed that Amma was in the mood to give, so Daario was happy to be the recipient.

The man let out a long, happy groan as the girl bent down and ran her tongue the length of his aching cock. The sight of Amma's pink tongue skillfully laving over the dark, swollen girth of his manhood made him ache even more.

"That is... splendid..." Daario sighed, then gasped as the girl pulled the crown into her mouth, lips stretching to accommodate his size.

[ammapreaker]

He was a thicker man, but certainly nothing she hadn't handled before. Her mouth is small, but it accommodates and she is certain he would approve of what she did with it. Amma kept her mouth tight around the cock, beginning to bob her head up and down its length to wet the skin. She knew he would be a struggle to take down her throat so she focused a bit longer with the vibrations of moans and swirling of her tongue.

Pausing for a brief moment she spoke, "Splendid." she repeats the word, purring it, her lips smiling before wrapping tightly around the head of that cock once more. Tilting her head just so, her nose pressed against the coarse hairs of his pelvis, feeling the cock breach the muscles that would squeeze as he entered her throat. Luckily she had long mastered the suppress a gag reflex.

Sorry about the delay. Holidays. :)

[warandwomen]

Part of Daario knew that he should be feeling bad about the fact that Amma was demonstrating an absolute mastery of the art of sucking cock. After all, the reason she could boast such skills was that she'd been forced into servicing men for longer than he wanted to consider. But those days were over and now Daario was simply the lucky recipient of the girl's experience.

He groaned, marveling at how Amma's tiny mouth stretched taut around his girth, and watched as she found some way to fit the length down into her throat. "Seven hells, girl," he cried out. "That's got to be some kind of fucking magic..." Daario reached down and began to stroke Amma's hair softly, appreciatively.