Ardella - Armpit
"Kuh…?"
Ardella's waist, bent forward, twitches slightly. A strangely hot sensation spreads to my lower body. My guess? It's Ardella's breath.
"…"
"…"
An awkward silence. I desperately want to shake off her hand and bolt anywhere else. But I don't because I have zero confidence that I could pry Ardella's grip loose even if I tried with all my strength.
And here's the real problem: staying silent out of sheer embarrassment lets that hot breath—presumably hers—keep teasing my crotch relentlessly. It's driving this damn thing wild, making my dick slowly but surely lift its head like it can't tell up from down anymore.
During the carriage ride here, Siron kept dodging me for some reason, and with Beneo the knight and Giena around, it's been over ten days without so much as a single release. Point is, her breath alone feels like it's gonna make me blow my load.
Well, that's the vibe, anyway. Just the feel of it brushing against me sends electric tingles racing up my spine. The situation's already humiliating enough. If I actually came right here, I'd shatter the window in front of me and jump out in three seconds flat.
So to avoid that nightmare, I have no choice but to open my mouth.
"Uh… sis?"
"…"
The tension drains from Ardella's hand gripping mine. I reclaim freedom for my wrist in an instant. Her waist slowly straightens.
Meeting her eyes again, Ardella's face is as stoic as ever. But my freakishly sharp eyes catch it: the faint red flush creeping up from her neck.
She'd been staring at my chest; now she lifts her gaze to meet mine.
"You don't need to call for anyone else, do you."
"…Yeah?"
I subtly cover my crotch with my hand and nod. Ardella stares right through me, then averts her eyes just a touch and slowly raises both arms above her shoulders.
Smooth, flawless armpits greet me once more. My head spins.
Does she know my state, or not? Either way, she continues.
"Ahem. Well then… keep helping."
"…Huh?"
Did I hear that right? She's asking me to keep going in this situation?
"Come on. Hurry."
She glances at me sidelong and lifts her arms even higher. Shadows play across the silky hollows, making them look obscenely erotic. I gulp and force my hand to move.
The moment my hand leaves my crotch, the beast rears up like a madman. Resigned to my fate, I step to Ardella's side. Our heights match perfectly, so her outstretched arm drapes naturally over my shoulder.
Gulp.
Her sleek armpit hovers right in front of my nose. Pressed close, that faint sweet scent from before invades my nostrils again. As I unfasten the plate armor's joints, I wonder: what if I blew on it right now?
"Hnn…"
I jerk my head up in surprise mid-motion. Ardella's profile glows cherry-red. Looks like my idle thought accidentally turned into action.
Squeeze—!!
All the blood that should be in my head rushes south instead. The throbbing beast strains to rip through my panties. It snaps me back to reality. I whip my sluggish hands into overdrive.
I finish the joints in a flash, grab the front and back plates underneath, and say,
"Spreading it open."
"…Do it."
I yank the plates apart with all my might. They spring wide, unleashing a blast of intense heat and a tangy-sweet aroma that hits my nose like a truck. My crotch clenches involuntarily.
I hoist the opened plates upward. Ardella's damp silver hair lifts briefly, then cascades like silk down her shoulders as her head slips free from the neck guard. I steal a moment to admire her figure in that pristine white bra.
How does she support breasts like that on such a slender waist? And that subtly toned abdomen—irresistibly alluring.
"…Smith."
Caught gawking, I snap my head up. Ardella's flushed crimson, staring right at me. I quickly hang the plates on the rack.
Next up: greaves and cuisses. I hesitate for a beat.
She's already seen it hard. No point hiding if it grows more. Might as well own it. I turn confidently.
Flinch.
Ardella's shoulder trembles ever so slightly. Standing tall, I say,
"I'll remove your boots now, sis. Have a seat."
"…Very well."
She sits on the chair behind her. I kneel, grab one leg, and deftly pull off a boot. A cute, sweat-dampened foot waves hello.
I gently place the booted foot on my thigh, then reach for the other—
Tap.
"…"
"…"
For the briefest instant, something brushes my crotch. I pause, then finish removing the second boot and ask,
"Sis? What shoes should I fetch to change into?"
"…Pick whatever you like from over there."
"Got it."
I set her boots aside on the wide shelf and head to the clothing rack. Under the long hem, various shoes await. I grab the safest bet: black boots and white slippers.
I slip the slippers onto her lonely feet first. White slippers on pale feet—perfect match.
Ardella stands. Time for the rest. Silently, I remove the greaves. Smooth calves brush my fingertips. I unfasten the thigh guards' joints and peel off the last plates.
Whoosh!!
A wave of heat hits, revealing her creamy thighs and stark white panties. As I go to hang the plates, my eyes drift to her crotch. A grayish stain mars the center—out of place, telling.
Blood rushes to my face now too. Drawing on the endurance I built hovering my Eagle's Nest with Giena's help, I suppress the impudent beast below.
With all the armor racked, I bow abruptly to Ardella.
"Right, sis. I'll head back to my room for now."
No response. I take her silence as permission and hurry toward the door.
Just as my hand touches the knob—
"Smith."
"…Yes?"
I could've played dumb and bolted, but this cursed body halts against my will.
A brief intake of breath, then,
"That… is because of me?"
I hesitate. That meaning my raging hard-on? If so, I have to nod. So I do.
"…Yes."
"I… see."
Silence.
"…If it's because of me, then I should… take responsibility. Smith. Come here…."
I think: shouldn't I refuse? But also: yeah, it's her fault, so her fixing it makes sense.
She's my superior, after all. I release the knob and approach the seated Ardella.
She stares at my bulging crotch.
"…You should take those off first."
I silently drop my pants.
Pop—!!
The pent-up shaft springs free with gusto.
"Impressively… fine."
Her slender fingers touch my swollen glans.
"The old butler told me. Men's things swell like this a few times a year, and if a woman doesn't relieve it in time, they suffer."
Stroke. Slooow stroke.
She's pumping my dick steadily now. Sticky precum oozes out. Honestly, it doesn't feel that amazing physically. But the mental high of Ardella doing this? Ecstasy.
She glances up coyly while stroking at a steady rhythm.
"Does it… feel good?"
Her porcelain skin blushes a cute pink, unlike the deeper reds on others.
Of course it does. I'm about to say so.
"What if… your armpit…?"
"…"
Her hand stops. My brain freezes too. What the hell did I just blurt?
She stares at me, face pink, hand frozen on my shaft. Then she slowly raises it higher.
"How… should I do it?"
She averts her eyes again. I swallow hard.
"Can I move, sis?"
"…Do as you like."
Permission granted. I grip my precum-slick shaft and press it to her exposed armpit.
The instant my hot cock touches, she twitches—just for a split second.
Softer than breast flesh, squishy perfection. I rub and grind slowly, savoring it. No joke—it feels better than pussy.
Best part? Watching her embarrassed face up close. The thrill of defiling her body—mental and physical bliss synergize, zapping my spine straight to my brain.
Just a bit more and I'll cum—
"S-Smith… sorry, but… could you use your hand instead?"
"Am I… displeasing you?"
"No, not that. It's… not."
First time seeing her flustered.
"Uncomfortable, maybe…?"
"…No. It's f-fine. Continue."
She turns her head away. I keep grinding, watching closely… and get it. Every poke of my cocktip makes her toes twitch faintly.
Crystal clear. I slot my shaft fully into the creamy hollow and boldly pull her arm down to clamp it.
"S-Smith?"
"Feels better this way… okay, sis…?"
"Ah… y-yes. If it feels good for you… then."
She turns away again. Staring at her pink profile, I thrust my hips slowly into the perfect armpit grip.
Squelch, squelch.
Excess precum slicks everything; each thrust produces lewd, wet sounds.
Sight, sound, feel—plus the mental rush. Every pump builds orgasm fast.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
Her body jiggles faintly with each motion, those luscious tits swaying, doubling my visual feast.
As climax nears and I grip her shoulder for bolder thrusts—
"…!!"
Her arm clamps down hard on my cock. Her body shudders several times.
"Kuh!!"
Spurt, spuuurt!!
The sudden squeeze triggers me. I unload thick white ropes while keep thrusting.
Only after emptying do I stop. Her arm relaxes.
I pull out and lift her arm.
Splurt.
My cum strings stickily between armpit and forearm.
My insatiable cock throbs, craving round two.
Then—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
—Lady Ardella? Are you inside?
A woman's voice from outside. The maid who guided me earlier.
"What is it."
Ardella—still turned away, face pink—looks to the door.
—Here to clean the room. May I enter?
"Wait a moment."
—Understood.
Ardella stands and eyes me.
"…Once isn't enough, it seems."
"Yeah… tell me about it."
She glances at my still-raging erection and whispers,
"…We'll finish the rest later. Tidy up and return to your room for now. I'll…"
She peeks at her cum-and-precum-smeared armpit, exhaling hotly.
"I'll… wash up first. Tell the maid to come in as you leave."
With that, she flees to the bathroom door like escaping me.
"…Tidy up, she says."
I sigh at my cum-glistening dick. Guess I'll ditch the panties back in my room.
As I pull up my pants, sticky and annoyed, my eyes land on her chair.
"This…?"
A stain bigger than my thumb on the cushion. I poke it.
Squelch.
Sticky fluid coats my finger. I wipe it on my shirt and head out, anticipating Ardella's promised "later."