Chapter 431: Battered Left And Right

As Sigrid continued her exhilarating gallop, Luca’s voice drifted up to her, sounding strangely thoughtful despite the chaos of their movement.

"Hey, Sigrid? Be honest with me...how strong is your upper body, really?"

"What?" Sigrid turned, her head tossing slightly as she maintained her pace. "Why are you asking that now? I’m the Commander of the Galloping Brigade, Luca. My strength is a matter of public record!"

"I know, I know." He chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist. "But I mean raw power. Could you handle a lot of weight? Like, if someone were to...hang off you? Could you keep your balance and keep running without breaking a sweat?"

A surge of warrior pride swelled in Sigrid’s chest. She let out a triumphant huff, as she said,

"Are you doubting me? I spend my days in heavy plate armor that would crush a lesser soldier. I carry a greatsword that most men can’t even lift off the rack!"

"My upper body is a masterpiece of conditioning. I’ve built this strength through years of relentless drilling and endurance training. I can carry whatever I want, wherever I want!"

Luca didn’t just agree; he acted. He shifted his hands, sliding them from her waist up to her midriff, his palms splaying across the rock-hard ridges of her six-pack.

He pressed firmly, feeling the iron-like density of her abdominal muscles, the way they flexed and rippled with every stride of her equine half.

"Gods, you weren’t lying." He groaned, his voice thick with admiration. "Your core is like granite. These abs are absolutely incredible...so defined, so tight. I can feel every single muscle fiber working to keep us steady."

"S-Stop touching me so...so dirtyly!" Sigrid protested, though her voice lacked any real conviction.

In truth, the feeling of his hands roaming over her sculpted stomach, acknowledging the hard work she’d put into her body, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her loins.

"You’re treating me like...like some kind of prize animal!"

"Well, you are a prize." He whispered.

Sigrid slowed her pace slightly, glancing back over her shoulder with a suspicious narrow of her eyes.

"Why exactly are you asking about my strength, Luca? What are you planning?"

Luca didn’t answer. Instead, he began to move.

With a sudden, fluid agility that caught her completely off guard, Luca shifted his weight.

He swung his legs, wrapping them tightly around her human waist, and in one seamless, monkey-like motion, he launched himself from her back to her front.

"Wha—! Luca! What are you doing?!" Sigrid shrieked, her voice jumping an octave.

In an instant, the world had flipped. Luca was no longer behind her; he was clinging to her front, his arms locked around her neck and shoulders, his legs clamped firmly around her waist.

He was hanging off her like a koala, his entire body pressed flush against her torso!

And because of the position, his face was buried directly in the center of her chest!

"S-SIR L-LUCA! Get off! This is too much! You’re going to fall!" She shouted, her face burning a shade of red that could rival a sunset. "You’re going to slide right off and break your neck!"

Luca didn’t move. He couldn’t. He was staring, wide-eyed and mesmerized, at the two colossal globes of flesh that were now mere inches from his nose.

Because she was still moving in a slow walk, her breasts were jiggling in a slow, heavy, pendulous rhythm, occasionally brushing against his cheeks or slapping softly against his chin.

"I could never fall off with a view like this." Luca murmured, his voice sounding dazed, as if he were in a trance. "I would never let go. I’d cling to these for an eternity if you let me."

Before she could protest further, Luca did the unthinkable. He leaned forward and pushed his face directly into the deep, warm valley of her cleavage, burying his nose and mouth between the two massive mounds of flesh.

"Now." He muffled, his voice vibrating against her skin. "Run. Full speed. Now!"

Sigrid gasped, her breath hitching. The shame was overwhelming, the idea of galloping at full tilt with a man’s face buried in her chest enough to make her want to vanish into the earth.

But there was something else—a thrill, a daring spark of exhibitionism that she had never known she possessed. She wanted to see if she could do it. She wanted to feel him there!

With a sudden, powerful surge, she leaped forward.

THWACK! SLAP! BOING!

The moment she hit full speed, the physics of her breasts became a weapon of mass distraction.

With every thunderous stride, her breasts didn’t just bounce—they collided with Luca’s face in a rhythmic, fleshy assault.

SLAP! The left one hammered into his cheek.

THWACK! The right one slammed into his jaw.

SQUELCH! Both of them crushed together, sandwiching his face in a vice of warm, elastic skin.

"OH GODS!" Luca yelled, his voice muffled by her chest, though he sounded like he was in heaven. "It’s like...being pummeled by two giant, warm marshmallows! Sigrid, this is incredible! I’m getting slapped in the face by your tits! Left! Right! Left! Right! It’s a rhythmic beating of pure pleasure!"

"Stop talking! Stop talking about it!" Sigrid wailed, though she was laughing, her body shaking with the effort of the run and the sheer hilarity of the situation. "It’s indecent! It’s absolutely degenerate!"

"Degenerate? I’m a connoisseur!" Luca shouted back, his voice vibrating against her areolae. "I can feel the weight of them! The momentum! Every time you hit the ground, they just...bam...right into my face! It’s like they’re trying to kill me—thwap—!"

"Sir Luca, are you alright?!" She was genuinely concerned now, even as her body continued its powerful, ground-eating gallop.

"Alright?" He laughed, a breathless, slightly dazed sound. "I’m in heaven! Left one just gave me a black eye—I think—thwap—and the right one is compensating by trying to smother me—thwap—"

His head rocked back and forth like a ship in a storm, his cheeks reddening from the repeated impacts.

But he didn’t let go.

If anything, his grip tightened, his legs clenching harder around her waist as he pressed himself deeper into the warm, bouncing landscape of her chest.

"Sir Luca, your face is going to be bruised!"

"Worth it." He said immediately. "Absolutely worth it! I’ll wear these marks like medals. Battle scars from the war against Commander Sigrid’s magnificent chest!"

"You’re insane!"

"I’m enlightened!" He countered. And suddenly, he shifted his grip, reaching up to grab both breasts, pulling them tight against his face to stabilize himself.

"And now...for the main course!"

Without breaking the gallop, Luca opened his mouth and latched onto her left nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth with a ferocious intensity.

"MNNN!♡" Sigrid’s legs nearly gave out.

The combination of the wind, the speed, the slapping of her flesh, and the sudden, piercing vacuum of his mouth on her nipple was too much.

Her back arched, and she let out a loud, undignified moan that echoed across the meadow.

Luca didn’t stop. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the peak, all while the movement of the run caused her breast to slide in and out of his mouth with every stride.

He then released the left and immediately clamped onto the right, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

"You...You’re actually doing this..." She gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "You’re sucking them while I’m...while I’m running!"

"I told you." Luca murmured, pulling back for a second to look up at her, his lips glistening with her moisture. "I want to experience every single aspect of these. The bounce, the weight, the taste...the sheer, unadulterated size of them."

"Tell me, Commander...does it feel good? Does it feel good to have me clinging to you like a parasite, draining the pleasure from your magnificent tits while you fly across the grass?"

She didn’t want to admit it. But—

"Yes..." Sigrid whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. "It feels...it feels like I’m losing my mind...I can’t...I can’t even think..."

"Don’t think." Luca growled, diving back in, his mouth engulfing her nipple again. "Just run! Run for me, Sigrid! Let these beautiful meat bags swing and sway. Let me feel every single jiggle!"

"I want to feel the exact moment your heart beats faster because you know I’m tasting you!"

Sigrid let out a loud, unrestrained laugh, a sound of pure liberation. She didn’t care about the shame anymore. She didn’t care about the practicality of her armor or the opinions of the other mares.

She felt powerful. She felt desired. She felt alive!

"Then hold on tight, Sir Luca!" She yelled, leaning into the wind. "Because I’m not slowing down until you’re completely breathless!"

They ran together through the moonlit night, two bodies moving in perfect harmony, and the sound of the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh carried across the meadow like a song.

—

Eventually, Sigrid’s powerful legs gave out beneath her.

It wasn’t fatigue from carrying Luca’s weight—she had carried far heavier loads across far greater distances without breaking a sweat.

No, this was because her entire body was trembling, quaking with the aftershocks of pure, undiluted pleasure and exhilaration.

Every nerve ending felt like it had been set ablaze and then tenderly soothed.

She stumbled to a halt near a cluster of ancient trees, her front legs buckling first, then her hindquarters giving way as she slumped onto the soft grass. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each desperate gasp for air, still slick with sweat and saliva in the moonlight.

Luca untangled himself from her with considerably less grace than he had mounted, rolling onto his back beside her with a heavy thud. He lay sprawled on the grass, staring up at the stars, his chest rising and falling in ragged rhythm.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their labored breathing and the distant chirping of night insects.

Then Luca let out a breathless, incredulous laugh.

"I think." Luca panted, a broad, dazed grin spreading across his face. "Your left breast has a mean right hook. And your right one is a dirty fighter. They ganged up on me!"

"You’re the one who insisted on hanging there like a fool!" Sigrid snorted. "You look like you went ten rounds with a pair of angry pillows."

"The most beautiful, deadly pillows in existence." He corrected, turning his head to look at her. His eyes were bright with exhilaration. "I’d do it again. In a heartbeat. I’d let them slap me senseless every night if it meant feeling that...that aliveness."

"You’re crazy, Sir Luca." She shook her head, a playful scowl on her lips though her eyes shone. "Completely, utterly crazy. Do you know how ridiculous we must have looked? The Commander of the Galloping Brigade, galloping naked-chested through a field with a man being beaten up by her own...assets."

"We looked glorious." He stated with absolute conviction. "We looked free. We looked like two creatures having the time of their lives, consequences and dignity be damned."

"And you...you were breathtaking."

He reached out, his fingers tracing a lazy, appreciative line from her sternum down to her navel, feeling the hard ridges of her abs beneath the damp skin.

"Your endurance was supernatural. I felt every muscle in your body working, every powerful contraction. It was like riding a thunderstorm!"

Sigrid’s skin prickled at his touch, the simple caress somehow more intimate now than all the groping and sucking.

"It’s just my body." She murmured, though the pride was evident in her voice. "Built the way it is. Strong where it needs to be." Her gaze drifted down his form, taking in the lean, powerful lines of him. "You’re not so weak yourself. Holding on like that...it takes considerable core strength."

"A lifetime of climbing things I shouldn’t." He chuckled. Then his expression softened.

"But tonight wasn’t about strength, Sigrid. It was about letting go."

Sigrid wasn’t sure who moved first. Maybe both of them did. But suddenly, the space between them had shrunk to nothing, and she could feel his breath warm against her lips and see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She knew what was supposed to happen next. She had imagined it a thousand times in her youth, dreamed of it during lonely nights on campaign.

But now that the moment was here, her mind went completely blank.

She didn’t know how to start.

But Luca did.

His hand came up, cupping her cheek with surprising gentleness. His thumb traced across her jawline, tilting her face upward.

And then he closed the distance.

Kiss!♡~