The Crown’s Entrapment

Instead of indulging both of their bodies’ wishes, Freya decided that the least she could do was to let off some steam for the both of them.

Taking another gulp, Freya gingerly raised her hands, holding onto his pants before fumbling about with his buttons. Gideon was quick to try and help, but one stare from her made him think twice as he stood at attention.

And of course, that wasn’t the only thing in the room that stood at attention for her.

“W-Woah…”

Freya gulped in astonishment as she finally managed to free his member from the clutches of his briefs. It greeted her readily, his massive length reporting for duty as it dripped pre-cum with each throb of what she could only presume to be his heartbeat.

“F-Freya…”

“I-I know what I’m doing, so don’t worry?” she quickly replied, more for her own benefit rather than assuaging his own as she cautiously raised her hands. “Just let me do my work.”

“…Alright…”

Nodding at Gideon’s show of trust, Freya willed herself to remember all of the things she had read from Jayra’s books. Sure, some of them might’ve seemed ridiculous or outright outlandish at times, but they were the best source of information she had in regards to stuff like this.

[Well, that and your instincts, which I’m sure will do just fine if you just stripped and let him-]

[I’m working here, alright?!] Freya inwardly barked at Yal. [Just sit tight in there while I do my thing…]

Taking another breath for courage, Freya then began to run her hands along Gideon’s shaft. His hardness throbbed against her touch, his clear fluids quickly mixing in with her muddied fingers as she gingerly pumped him.

“N-Ngh… That…”

“Is it alright?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“I-It’s fine,” Gideon gasped out, his hands quickly moving to the nearest table to help him prop himself up. “You’re really… really good…”

Freya blinked at the praise, a part of her preening at what he just said. She didn’t think she was doing anything special. Hell, she was pretty sure she could do more than just glide her right hand up and down his length, but Gideon seemed to like it enough.

‘I can do this…’

But, again, she knew she could do more.

With her newfound confidence, Freya began using both of her hands as she fondled his member. Using her left hand, she cupped and rolled his massive balls on her palm, her expertise in pottery inadvertently helping her with control and finesse as she worked him like she would a piece of malleable clay.

Like the artisan that she hoped she’d become, she ran her fingers all over his length, his girth and hardness reminding her of the more later stages of her process where she needed only a fine touch to further refine the finished product.

“Ughh…. F-Freya…”

Hearing him grunt, she couldn’t help but smile as she switched up her approach. Again, combining what she could remember from Jayra’s books alongside her newfound discovery of using her talents in other areas, she began playing him like fresh putty.

His head dripped with more fluids the more she worked him, helping her in her efforts as the lubrication even acted like the water that she would often use to smoothen out some of the rougher edges in her work.

“A-Ahh… I-I…”

“Are you close?” Freya couldn’t help but smile, her own body heating up the more she worked him with her dextrous hands. “Uhm… can you, well, not do that yet?”

“W-What?” Gideon asked, almost sounding pained.

“I’m not done,” she quickly corrected herself. “Just hold on.”

Freya didn’t give Gideon a chance to ask his question as she promptly began to lick and suck on his member. She could finally do what the books actually told her to do.

Going by memory, she began by running her tongue across his shaft, savoring his taste alongside the remnants of earthy flavor that her own actions had caused. Not that she minded it. Gideon’s savory aroma did more than enough to offset anything that might even make her think about doing other wise.

“Mmmphhh…”

She moaned as she used her now clean hands to fondle him once more. Alongside her mouth, she worked him like she would one of her prized pots, each stroke and action being painstakingly deliberate as she went off on feel and instinct alone.

“F-Freya… I-I can’t hold on for much longer…”

Hearing Gideon’s warning, Freya did her best to swallow him whole, her tongue swirling and twirling around his glans before she forced her throat to take in as much as she could possibly handle.

“N-Nghh….”

With a pleasurable groan, Gideon reached his peak, his shaft throbbing rhythmically as Freya swallowed each and every pulse that he could offer for her. His taste lingered in her mouth as she slurped up his seed, the surprise on her face apparent as she thought about what she just did.

[Yes, you just did that, Freya,] Yal laughed. [And dare I say, you enjoyed it too.]

Freya simply nodded. Yes, she did enjoy what she just did. The way she felt her hands move, as well the fact that she was giving pleasure to the one she loved only made it all the more pleasurable to her.

“T-That was… amazing…” Gideon breathed out.

“T-Thanks,” she awkwardly giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, but it was all worth it hearing her mate praise her like that.

“Where did you learn to do all that anyway?” Gideon asked her in his hoarse voice.

Freya blinked at the question. She didn’t really want to answer that she read lewd books in her spare time, so she went with the next best thing instead. After all, she wouldn’t even be lying even if she said it.

“Well, I suppose that doing all of this pottery made me really good with my hands,” she cheekily giggled.

“But it’s not only the hands this time…” Gideon weakly uttered, making Freya’s face glow red.

She sheepishly replied, “I simply followed my instincts…”

There was no way she would tell him that she learned all those from reading lewd books!