LAST ORIGIN ~ CALLING TO A NEW DAWN
A LAST ORIGIN FANFIC WRITTEN BY: MOUCHI
If you'd like to follow along or read the rest of the fic, you can find it here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52839739/chapters/133652572

CHAPTER 38: Blessed Be (Johanna)

Synopsis: After some time to talk to Atticus, Johanna takes a big step forward for both herself and her relationship with the Commander. What Atticus isn't expecting, however, is how devoted Johanna truly is to him.

SEX TAGS: Blowjob, Cock Worship, Sitting Cowgirl, Creampie, Sweat

A whirlwind, which was how he would describe it. The way that Johanna clutched him made Atticus think that she'd been holding it in for a long time. Without her armor on, her bare body felt soft against his own. Her chest pressed into his, small, but round and perky. He found purchase in her nape, her fingers tugging at his shirt while they both got closer to the bed. All the while, Johanna kept letting out these sweet yelps of affection. Each one was like a press on the gas of his heart, revving him up to give Johanna that bliss she’d been craving.
He slid his hands down to her flank and dug deep. Despite having a lot of muscle, Johanna’s thighs were thick and plentiful. Her hands met his own, a hot breath escaping her lips while she pushed into him. With glazed eyes, she flushed bright and looked away. After a few grits of her teeth, she turned back to Atticus and took his lips. Now she was getting that confidence! It was infectious, and he twirled his hands up her back, tracing the musculature and feeling her locks draped between his fingers.
Her tongue felt untrained, yet passionate. The combination of slow pecks coupled with fast licks gave Atticus an odd, tingling sensation. It was like trying to click a lighter, but it kept giving you sparks. There was that warm, toasty feeling you could smell, but it was moments away from igniting a full blaze. His hand moved to her mound, and Johanna let out a squeak when his finger dared to press into the heat. He spread his index and middle, her honeypot dripping liquid gold onto his palm.
"Forgive me, Milord," Johanna gasped, her body shivering in his grasp. "This must seem so unsightly."
"Unsightly? Far from it, Johanna," Atticus chuckled. "I think this makes you look cute. To think, a strong, battle-hardened maiden like you had a side like this. It's hot, y'know?"
Johanna blushed, hiding her face. "Such thoughts are shameful,” she groaned. “I'm so sorry!"
"I thought the same thing when I started looking at you girls,” he sighed. “That I shouldn't have taken advantage of you." He patted her on the shoulder and then slipped a finger inside her warm sex. "But now, I see things in a different light. And I want to see that blush light up on your cheeks, Johanna."
“Milord…” Her voice wavered; Johanna fell into his touch. “May I… be allowed to praise you?”
That was a question he wasn't expecting. 'Praise him'? What did that even mean? Regardless, Atticus leaned back and spread his legs. His cock, already rigid, stood upright while he waited. Johanna acted nimbly, getting to her knees and gripping it with both of her hands. Her touch, with calloused hands, felt rough, but somehow soft. Her purple locks draped over his crotch; he could feel her hot breaths in motion. Each gasp of air was like a tiny cloud of mist, lathering his shaft in droplets of saliva.
"Milord's always looking out for us, always commanding us so valiantly," she murmured. "I hear his voice and gallant words and I cannot stop myself from fantasizing..."
He saw her eyes, amber as they ever were, turning milky at the sight of his shaft. She moved lower, tongue peeking out from her lips a little way. The way she looked at his penis was like how one would look at a monument. Her tongue draped out, lips opening while her pupils dilated. Atticus braced himself, feeling a reflexive hunger in her gaze.
She moved her head down, tongue lathering the base of his shaft. Warm and laden with saliva, it penetrated his skin, filling him with a deep heat that made his hips furl inward. Johanna flicked her head back, that beautiful mane of purple hair draped over her tanned skin. She placed her lips around the tip, giving it a quick kiss and causing a bead of saliva to slide down.
"I wish for Milord to use me for his relief... I wish to be at his beck and call, to be his for the taking when he remains stressed." Johanna gripped his penis with the base of her palm and slapped her cheek a few times with it. “I wish to repay the patronage Milord has given me with this maiden’s holy body.”
She moved her head down, a definite slurping noise filling the room as she took his dick into her mouth. Atticus reeled back, his core contracting at the sudden blissful pleasure on his lower half. Johanna bobbed up and down, plump lips wrapped firm around his shaft. She moved her head in a kind of rotating motion; each time she went down, he felt a new, fleshier sensation. Her saliva overflowed from her lips like a lewd fountain, tantalizing, hot drops trickled down his shaft and onto his balls. Atticus hiked, his breathing irregulating itself under the pressure that she provided. 
He watched her eyes, unblinking, half-lidded, and focused. It was as if her entire purpose in that moment dedicated itself to his pleasure. Her breathing alternated with the movements of her mouth muscles, dragging up when she went down. She gulped and slurped, Johanna's determination from battle shining through in the lewdest way. Her tongue moved around the base of his shaft, hairs slicking back from the pressure.
Johanna put her hands on his legs, pushing into them to spread farther. Atticus found himself complying, his crotch open and with her face buried firmly inside. Somehow, she was even more focused, amber eyes still locking on his own. Was there something that she wanted? Then, he remembered that she'd sought praise. Atticus tilted his head back and groaned, Johanna's mouth threatening to send him on a spiral.
"Johanna, that's excellent," he groaned. "I wasn't expecting this, but your mouth is... incredible."
He winced and felt her mouth muscles tighten up. Atticus heard a soft moan and a gasp. When he looked down, he saw Johanna, blushing to the point where it hued her skin red. He saw her ass moving around, jumping, even. She swayed her hips side to side, tongue rolling around his shaft and the back of her tonsils pressing up against his cockhead. Redoubled, or emboldened, she took him all the way to the base.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deep through her nose. Atticus gripped his bed, a thousand volts of pleasure shocking his body. He was going to cum too quickly at this rate, and so he let out a hot breath, trying to control his air intake to stop the pleasure. There was so much of it that he felt his toes curling. Whether it had been an underestimation of her skills or a pleasant surprise, his brain was too out of it to tell the difference. 
She ladled her tongue a few times around the bottom, scooping up the trickling saliva and precum that oozed down his pole. Her hands moved with unrefined deftness, fingertips juggling his balls with precise pleasure. Johanna's tongue went lower, underneath the scrotum. Atticus almost fell backward in ecstasy, his legs locking up and teeth gritting in bliss.
Johanna's tongue was electrifying, everywhere she prodded and poked with it had him twitching and gasping. Atticus was close to writhing, his body shuddering in the intense fire that she was laying down. His toes curled, her lips pressing up against the rimming of his rear entrance. She wouldn't have done something like this, would've she? He took a deep breath, trying to regulate himself...
Only to have that thrown out the window when Johanna furled her tongue all the way around his asshole. She lathered it, hot saliva seeping in and penetrating the stretched flesh. His eyes jolted open, heart shooting up into his ribs. Johanna's tongue slathered back and forth, slurping, and even trying to pierce. He felt his veins beneath his skin, white hot pleasure thrumming all throughout his being.
"J-Johanna," he managed to stutter out before groaning again.
She didn't answer, instead she brought her hands to his crotch. One pushed his legs wider, the other cupped his balls. She shifted her palm up, fingers tapping the base of his shaft while the other hand slid across his thigh. Atticus' breathing techniques couldn't stand up to this, he felt himself losing grip. 
Where had she learned this? He didn't think someone as 'pure' as Johanna would've known how to do something as deplorable as a rim job. His eyes watered, stomach churning as she dug her tongue deeper in. She wasn't going all that far, but she did it enough to where it forced him to hunch over. Her eyes were still closed, the maiden purely focused on giving him pleasure.
Atticus felt himself beginning to throb, the tip of his penis ballooning and shifting up. His balls hiked, but Johanna kept fondling, squeezing, and rolling them around in her palm. She wanted him to cum hard, to be a fountain that showered her in his jizz. Everything felt like it was close to running on empty, his mind awash with blinding pleasure. He couldn't even see Johanna straight, vision blurring while his senses changed.
He gripped the sheets, deep breath. Deep breath. He had to keep maintained. He didn't want to make Johanna feel like she'd done a bad job. But at the same time, it was so good that he felt the sweat trickling down his muscles. He swore he could see his breathing, too. It came out in clouds, Johanna's devotion opening up the heavens before her. And with a drop in his stomach, Atticus felt like he was about to unleash holy fire.
His head jerked back, his fingers jolting and bending in ways Atticus couldn't control. Heat. So hot that he felt his own stomach's inner fire. Sweat. Each bead was a cool release, too soon to be anything else but gone. Balls. Heavy and overborne, they sought release. Penis. Ready to blow. Ready to shower this maiden in debaucherous seed. Ready to overflow and get out all of the stress and fatigue by desecrating a strong, devout warrior’s face.
"Milord... I can tell you are about to release, but I pray you hold on."
Her voice snapped him out of it, the tension in Atticus' body bubbling beneath his surface as he gasped. The colors in his vision returned one at a time while he tried to grok Johanna's expression. She seemed apprehensive, but she was blushing so hard that he felt she was going to burn her skin. Deep orange eyes scanned his body, but her gaze seemed to be off in another plane. Atticus felt like he was freezing over but his mind thawed faster.
"Such a magnificent tool... It deserves to sow the seed where it matters most," she mewled. "Please, allow this humble warrior to embrace you."
He still couldn't get over how meek she was being! Was this really the same Johanna? His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw Johanna's tongue rolling up the bottom of his length. She swirled it around the base, sucking one of his balls with her lips before letting go. A trail of saliva hung from her mouth; she looked as if she was generating steam!
"So thick and rich... I wish to feel Milord's essence inside me. Naught else will do. No..." Johanna stood up, perky breasts swaying while her stomach muscles contracted. She took a few steps forward, her hand furling around his cock with intent. "Milord, would you grant this warrior one more request?"
"Anything," he said. Atticus didn't even need to think about replying, it was so natural. And, seeing her with such a loving expression had him curious.
"I wish to face you when we make love," she confessed, her fingers trailing across his pectorals. "I want to be with Milord face to face, to behold his expression as he takes me in conquest and in..." 
Atticus pressed a finger to her lips, nodding slowly and smiling. "It's ok, Johanna. I understand. Now, come here. Take it at your own pace,” he replied.
She smiled, her blush matching the glimmer of her eyes. "Thank you, Milord," she whispered. "Truly, thank you. Henceforth..." She raised her hips, wet slit against the tip of his mast. "Let us go together."
Johanna already felt hot, the drippings of her sex coating the top of his length with lurid sparks. Atticus felt his body tense up, desire pooling in his chest. He hadn't realized it until Johanna had proposed to him, but he was quite pent up. There was a part of him that just wanted to slam her down on his lap. But he kept it in check. Despite her exterior, he could tell that she was still nervous.
For one, her knees were buckling, and her mouth twisted into an almost zig-zag form. Sweat trickled down her brow and neck, coating the top half of her body in a dazzling sheen. Her chest heaved in and out, treating him to a front row view of her muscles flexing each time she did. He wanted to say something. Anything that would’ve helped her make this easier. But Atticus trusted Johanna and kept holding himself firm.
A wave of heat struck his body when she, at last, took him in. And she didn’t just take him in, she took Atticus’ entire length in one go! She let out a cry. The drool from Johanna’s mouth mixed with her sweat and tears while she shivered. Her face scrunched up. Johanna’s breathing turned irregular. If Atticus didn’t know better, he would’ve pegged her as being in shock. But she wasn’t. The answer struck him harder than her tight, wet honeypot.
“Johanna, is this your first time?” he asked.
“I’m so-sorry, Milord,” she stammered. “I am not able to please as one would if they were experienced…”
He took her chin and looked her in the eyes. Atticus saw her blush deepen, her amber eyes glittering in the gloom of the room. “You tell me if it hurts, alright?” he asked.
“I shall…” Johanna bit her lip. “Please, Milord,” she begged. “Begin…”
He started by swishing his hips, sliding his length around inside her. She let out a gasp, her head bowed and body pressing into his. Now that Johanna’s safety was assured, a new sensation hit him. It felt like a vice at the base of his shaft, but an absolute fountain at the edge. It was a near heaven-like blend of hot and soft. It made Atticus want to start bucking right away, but he restrained himself. Johanna was still getting used to things.
She was gyrating along with him, although a few times she humped his crotch. Her eyes were half-lidded, ambers peering through a haze of lust. He wrapped his arms around her wide hips and jostled his waist. He felt the bottom of her thighs slip and slide against his own; once they had locked but had grown slimy with their sweat. Johanna buried her head into Atticus’ chest, trying to hold in a loud moan.
He felt her fingers intertwining with his. To her credit, Johanna was trying to be stable. But with her muscles unable to stop flexing and her body shivering, it must’ve been too difficult. Atticus didn’t care about her being in control. In fact, he wanted her to lose control and explore her passion. It seemed like she was content to feel herself on him. She didn’t move up and down, instead maintaining that pace…
That was until she started to bounce. Up and down, up and down. While her muscular exterior was cragged, he felt the round, ample cheeks of her rear slap against his balls. He took her hands, locking them with his own while moving closer. Johanna tried moving back, but Atticus took her lips.
At first, her eyes went wide. But then, her eyelashes fluttered, and she leaned into the kiss. She tasted like apple cider and cinnamon. Her nails against the backs of his hands felt like drops of ecstasy. Coupled with the sweat rolling down their bodies and the hearth scent of Johanna made for an overwhelming experience. And she thought she didn’t have much! No. What Johanna lacked in body; she made up for in feeling.
There was something about her that made Atticus feel happy inside. It was kind of like Panther’s, but Johanna’s was more cozy. With her body up against his, he felt her heartbeat. The warmth of her skin fit snugly against his like a quilted blanket. It lit fires in him that he didn’t even know possible. This type of closeness, to the point where he felt her muscles bounding all across his own frame, made him feel that happiness.
It was that happiness that kept him close to Johanna. She clung to him while she bounced harder. Her moaning crescendoed, her sex clamping down and massaging his tip. His stomach tightened, heart reaching a steady rhythm while Johanna found hers. She wanted more of his lips, missing them half the time and licking at his chin.
It was cute. More than cute, it was amazing to see Johanna like this.
“M-Milord!” she cried. “I didn’t know it would feel like this with you… I can feel you inside me, pulsing with life!”
“You feel amazing, Johanna,” he replied. “You’re doing excellent, too.”
“Milord’s praises…!” Johanna mewled, gritting her teeth. “Augh! It’s too much to bear!!!”
She upped her pace, locking her lips with Atticus whenever possible. Johanna’s hair was a forest of sweat and scent. What had started as a beautiful lion’s mane now looked like a weeping willow in the rain. Her honeypot dripped all across his crotch; he felt the insides of her sex tighten up. It was as if it was tying up a knot, one which Atticus couldn’t— wouldn’t escape from. Though she was lost in her passions, the way to her salvation had never been clearer.
Atticus knew she was going to cum, knew she was going to explode all over him. He knew Johanna had wanted this for a long time, perhaps longer than anticipated. His loins tightened, and he felt his balls dropping. He hadn’t cum in a fair bit, and now it felt like everything rushed to his head. Despite his lustful rancor, he still wanted to make this wonderful for Johanna.
He grabbed her hands tight and held them while he kept bucking into her. Not once did he take his eyes off of her. Johanna couldn’t handle the change in pressure and tilted her head back to let out a moan. She was tightening up so much that it almost started to hurt. But the pain was worth the pleasure— anything was worth it to have her feeling like this. One final thing was missing, however.
Luckily, Atticus knew exactly what it was. “Johanna,” he whispered. “My most treasured retainer, I shall fill you with my essence.” 
It was a bit wordy and sounded kind of odd coming from him. But the results spoke for themselves, because Johanna’s eyes widened. She howled and shivered, her body locked up in the face of such mounting pleasure and praise.
In an octave he’d never heard from her before, she cried out, “Yes!!! Please, Milord! Bless your maiden with your holy seed!!” She bit her lip, eyes slamming shut and tongue lolling out of her mouth. It was a face he never knew she could’ve made. “Bless me! Let me receive Milord's love!!!”
Lasting after hearing something like that was impossible. Atticus clenched his teeth and held her tight. He let go of her fingers and instead wrapped his arms around her, resting his head in between her small chest. Her heartbeat rang in his ears as the tip of his shaft pushed deep… He held on for as long as he could, Johanna’s inner walls pushing together until he felt like he was going to pop…
Atticus did, but not without a little extra something. He leaned up, taking her lips and making her moan into his mouth. Then, he let loose. With each shot of cum he bucked up. Every rope was accentuated by Johanna; her satisfied grunting and moaning filled his ears while he filled her up. It felt incredible, almost like her sex was made to drain him of everything he had.
After what seemed like an entire minute, he let go of her lips. Johanna was a panting, sweaty mess. He imagined himself looking the same. Cum pooled out from under her well-fucked snatch, her legs quivering while he stroked her back. It seemed like she couldn’t even form words. Instead, she buried her head on Atticus’ shoulder and laid kiss after kiss onto his nape.
Something about this felt… so warm. He stroked her hair, patting her back and massaging her shoulders. He would’ve pulled out, but Johanna had at some point locked her legs around him. Clearly, he had underestimated how much she both needed, and felt with this. Part of him felt guilty about it; perhaps he should’ve talked to her earlier?
Whether or not that was true, there wasn’t any knowing for certain. What he did know was that Johanna was important to him. He kissed her on the cheek, shifting his hips underneath her. She responded in kind, kissing his lips and then fluttering her eyelids.
“Milord… Thank you,” she whispered.
“No, no, thank you, Johanna,” he replied with a smile. “That was amazing. You have gone above and beyond in your duties as both a vassal and a friend.”
Her smile would have warmed the coldest wastes. She clasped onto his cheeks and took his lips again. “Thank you, Milord… Your humble retainer Johanna… shall always be by your side,” she murmured.
Then, she promptly fell asleep. Atticus would have laughed if it wasn’t so adorable to see her tuckered out. He picked her up, pulling out and watching a little gush of pent-up cum seep out of her. After he cleaned up, he took Johanna to bed and laid down beside her. It was surprising to him that she didn’t snore in her sleep. Her quiet breathing was almost like a metronome.
And as he laid there, listening to both it and the quiet beating of her heart, Atticus felt his resolve harden once again. If Johanna felt this way about him, he’d do his best to reciprocate. He gently wrapped his arms around her, cuddling up close and turning out the nearby lamp on his nightstand. Taking a nap was not advisable in the midafternoon.
But Atticus didn’t need advising right now. Everything he needed in that moment, he saw in Johanna’s face… and felt in her comfy, loving embrace.