Turmoil in the Holy City

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's funny how writing about a couple can make you like them more. Before I conceived this story, I sort of saw Llewelyn and Millia as just another VP couple. But now I'm really starting to like them. They're sweet, and very much in love. In this story, I tried to portray them as young people who don't look too far into the future and want to hurry up and get married. That's not to say they're not any less in love than a more experienced couple, but I found the two to be a bit naive, saying they'd get married after the war and all.

For some reason, I decided to give Llewelyn a foot fetish. I guess I just like to experiment. If this grosses you out for some reason, when you get to the part where Llewelyn tells Millia she has cute toes, use Ctl+F and look for the word "moaned."

And remember, kids, it's okay in fictional stories, but having unprotected sex is not a good idea!

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“Are you sure about this?”

Llewelyn’s room was small, the bed barely big enough for once person, let alone two. It was hardly ideal for their first time, but he knew making love to Millia in her own home was out of the question. Her parents still did not approve of their relationship, but he wanted to spend one night with her before he had to leave.

“I’m sure.”

When he had first breached the subject of sleeping together, Millia had been surprisingly blunt in her agreement. He had expected it to be a more awkward conversation. But that was what Llewelyn loved about Millia—she was full of surprises.

They kissed. They had shared many kisses before, but those had been of the chaste kind, a simple and clean contact between their lips, little more than a brush. This kiss was forceful, urgent, their lips mashed against each other, tongues entering mouths so quickly it was impossible to tell whose was first.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever,” she whispered between breaths. “It’s so hard, playing the pure, obedient child all the time…I wanted to be with you like this, but I was afraid to ask. I was worried that you’d be disgusted by my wanton behavior.”

“No…” Llewelyn breathed as he began to run his hands over her body. “I love you. I’m happy that you want to do this. Do you love me, Millia?”

“Yes.” Millia began to unbutton her dress. She moved quickly, her fingers fumbling as she tried to rush through the chore. Llewelyn helped her by taking off her stockings and shoes, and she gasped and squealed as he fondled her feet.

“You have the cutest toes,” he said, planting a kiss on the biggest on her left foot. “I always wanted to see them…” He looked up at her as she shrugged off the rest of her dress, clad only in her white petticoat. “Lay down on my bed. You don’t mind if I play with them a little, do you?”

Millia giggled. “What’s so amazing about them? They’re just feet.”

“They’re beautiful,” Llewelyn informed her. “Just like everything else about you. Is it all right if I touch them and kiss them and suck them?”

“Of course,” she answered. “I want you to do what makes you happy…especially if it feels good!”

Llewelyn smiled, glad to have her permission before he started. He positioned himself as the foot of his bed and took one of her feet in his hands. He began by rubbing it firmly but gently, giving it a slow, pleasurable massage that made Millia sigh blissfully. When her foot felt nice and relaxed in his hands, he moved on to the other one.

“Oh, Llewelyn,” she sighed, “that feels so good.”

Llewelyn blushed a little at the praise, having never done this before. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m so thankful I have someone like you. Everyday I think about you, and about how lucky I have to be yours, Llewelyn.”

Llewelyn’s face grew redder with each word. “Well,” he mumbled, “you’re nowhere near as lucky as I am.” And with those words, he went back to work on her feet.

He admired her toes, how round and adorable they were. He gave each one a gentle, loving kiss, relishing the feeling of his lips on her skin. He then began to move further down and make a trail of kisses along her instep, making her squeal. When he had kissed his way down to her heel and back up again, he took a few of her toes into his mouth. He began to suck hard on them, giving them gentle nibbles all the while.

“Llewelyn…” moaned Millia. “Don’t tease me anymore! Please, make me come already!”

Llewelyn slowly began to kiss up her leg, taking his time to worship every inch properly. It was all he could do to ignore her moans, her urges for him to hurry up. He wanted her to enjoy this, to cherish every moment for what it was worth, like he did.

As he traveled further up her leg, he caught the scent of her arousal. He smiled to himself as he inhaled the musky aroma. He loved it, and knew he would love the taste even more.

Finally, he brushed his lips against her vulva, making her whimper. “Oh, yes…” she sighed. “Touch me, Llewelyn…lick me…”

Llewelyn gave her outer labia a kiss and then slipped his tongue between them, exploring her wetness. He searched for her opening, probing his tongue every which way, encouraged by her moans and entreaties to not stop. Finally he found it, sliding his tongue in as far as he could, then pulling it out and pushing it in again. He wanted to make sure she was good and ready before he entered her.

“L…Llewelyn,” she gasped, pushing her hips against his face, “go…up.”

Llewelyn pulled his tongue out, surprised. “Up?”

“Yes,” she answered. “There’s a spot at the top…it feels really good…I want you to suck it.”

Suck it? Llewelyn was confused, but when he saw her clitoris peeking out from under its hood, he understood. It’s so small, he thought, and gave it a lick.

Millia gasped and began to pant, her legs quivering. “Yes, that’s it, Llewelyn…right there. Now suck it.”

Llewelyn obeyed, lowering his lips to the tiny nub and sucking gently. Her desperate moans aroused him, and his cock began to harden. He slowly began to stroke himself as he sucked and licked her clit. Within moments his penis stood fully erect at seven inches. He moaned into her pussy, loving the way their voices sounded together. He began to finger her as he continued to please her clit with his mouth.

“Oh, gods, Llewelyn…! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’m so close!” she cried, clutching his sheets.

Llewelyn pulled his mouth away from her clit and began to rub it with his fingers so he could move his tongue back down to her opening. He began to tongue-fuck her again, opening her legs more so he could penetrate deeper.

Millia came then, loudly, screaming his name and squeezing his head with her thighs. He loved the taste of her juices as they spilled onto his tongue, and he didn’t stop until he had licked up every last drop.

“Oh, wow…” she sighed. “Oh, Llewelyn, that was…amazing…”

“Do you want to rest?” he asked her.

“No,” she answered, forcing herself to sit up and look him in the eye. “I want to do the same for you. Would you like that?” She looked down at Llewelyn’s lower region and laughed. “I see your penis has already answered the question.”

Llewelyn followed her gaze and his eyes widened. He’d forgotten about his erection. Embarrassed, he tried to cover it with his hands, but Millia pulled them away. “No. I want to see.”

Llewelyn breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled. He was afraid she wouldn’t like it, that she’d think it was ugly.

“Take off your clothes,” Millia said. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Llewelyn pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lightly toned body. His skin was pale but not sickly. His stomach was flat, his waist slim. His overall appearance was gentle, but not weak.

After he had undressed completely, Millia took his cock in her hands and slowly began to stroke it. He moaned softly, pleased at how her hands felt against his skin.

“You like this, don’t you?” she murmured. She gave it a few more strokes and then stood up before kneeling down in front of him.

“Sit,” she commanded. “I want you to relax and enjoy this.”

Nervously, Llewelyn sat down on the bed, his cock already throbbing in anticipation.

Millia lowered her mouth and brushed her lips against the head. She then started licking his shaft, starting at the base and slowly working her way up. She loved the salty taste of his flesh, and she made sure to cover every inch.

Llewelyn moaned loudly at her tongue’s gentle caresses. “Oh, gods…Millia, this feels better than…anything!”

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her hot breath rustling the fair hairs between his legs. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

Llewelyn let out a cry of shock and arousal when she took the head of his cock inside her mouth and began to suck. She slowly lowered her head further down his length until she had more than half inside, continuing to suck and lick as she did so.

He couldn’t believe this was happening—all he could think was how lucky he was to have a woman like Millia. Her mouth was so warm and wet. It felt better than anything he could imagine.

However, he wouldn’t be able to last much longer if she kept doing this. “Millia,” he gasped, “that’s enough. I’m going to lose control if you don’t stop. Let’s make love now…if you’re ready.”

Millia lifted her head and grinned. “I thought you would never ask.” She stood up and pressed one of Llewelyn’s fingers against her opening. “See? I’m still wet. I want you, Llewelyn…now.”

Llewelyn pulled her onto his lap and hugged her tightly. “Are you sure?” he asked. “It might hurt, you know…”

“I don’t care,” she said stubbornly. “I want to do this. Please, Llewelyn.”

He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. “All right. Let’s do it, then.”

Millia didn’t waste time. She placed her knees on either side of Llewelyn’s legs and slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

Her eyes widened as soon as he was partially inside her. She had never felt anything quite like this; she had experimented with her fingers, but they never could fill her the way her lover’s cock did. She felt stretched, but not exactly hurt.

“Are you okay?” Llewelyn whispered, his eyes full of concern.

“Yes,” she answered, pushing herself further down until he was almost completely inside her.

Llewelyn moaned at the feeling of himself inside her. She was so hot, so tight. It was incredible.

Millia then began to bounce up and down on his cock, slowly at first, only moving a little, then quicker. Llewelyn began to move with her, holding her hips and thrusting into her. At first, he tried to be gentle, but as time went on, Millia’s moans encouraged him and he began to thrust harder.

“Oh, gods!” she cried. “Llewelyn, fuck me harder! Don’t hold back on my account! Pound me without mercy!”

Llewelyn complied, driving into her as hard as he can, pulling her up and pushing her back down on his hard cock, crying her name as she dug ner nails into his shoulders. “Oh, Millia! Millia!! Millia!!” He couldn’t think of anything else to say—he didn’t need to say anything else. All he had to do was let her know that it was all her, that every last one of his thoughts was filled with her voice, her face, her feel.

Millia continued to hold on to Llewelyn with one hand while she used the other to stroke her clit, that last big of stimulation to bring herself to orgasm. She came with a loud scream, pulling Llewelyn’s hair, her muscles contracting and squeezing Llewelyn’s cock.

A minute later, Llewelyn came too, spilling his seed deep inside her before falling back on his bed, thoroughly exhausted. Millia raised herself off his softening penis and lay down on top of him, nuzzling his chin with the top of her head.

“I love you,” she sighed happily, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re wonderful, Llewelyn. I’m going to miss you more than you could possibly ever imagine.”

“I love you, too.” Llewelyn stroked Millia’s hair and gave her a kiss. “I’ll be brave for you, Millia. I’ll come back alive and finally your parents will respect me enough to let me marry you. And after that, I’ll never have to leave you again.”

Millia gave him one last hug before getting up and heading over to her clothes. “I should go home now. Mother and Father will grow suspicious if I don’t show up soon.”

Llewelyn sadly watched her get dressed. He wished they could fall asleep together—he had slept alone all his life, and wished tonight could be different. But he understood as well as she did that upsetting her parents now would be against their greater purpose, that of getting married and starting a new life together, with her parents’ blessing.

After she got dressed, the two shared one last kiss before she headed home. He prayed that he might see her again. His prayer would be granted, although not in the way he had expected…