Bloom & Dark

by Regina Watts

  Free of clothes, Indra and Odile were a pair of obsidian statues, the sheen of their healthy flesh almost amethyst with that same blue-purple tint I had noticed in the firelight before. Fair Indra’s tight frame was already dimpled with goosebumps from my many caresses, but bold Odile’s warrior body most drew my eye in that moment—and not just due to the fact that it was she who tickled her soft fingers up and down the shaft of my throbbing manhood.

  “Have you ever pleased a durrow, slave? No? Well…you’ll find we can be generous mistresses. For instance, this is the perfect opportunity for me to educate sweet Indra here—and rest assured, you’ll benefit greatly from my teaching.”

  “I suspect I will.” My stomach tightened with the same lust that ached my cock as her hand shifted from teasing to grip me properly. “Please, use me as your aide. I’m happy to oblige.”

  “What a good slave,” remarked Indra, who gasped to see my prick twitch in Odile’s hand. While the more untrained of the two durrow reached a tentative fingertip to caress the head of my penis, she enthused, “Why, Odile, it twitches like a snake!”

  “More like a mouse caught in the maw of one…that’s all the more evidence that he’s well-disposed to being a slave, you see. The more eager a man is to serve a woman, the harder this organ becomes. Oh, I love a big, hard dick! Especially when it’s attached to a big, hard man. Watch how easy it is to agitate into an even more impressive state…hold my hair back, human.”

  How happy I was to obey in that moment! Yes: some men were slaves in their hearts, and I was not one of them by any means…but when the superficial trappings of slavery earned such sweet rewards, I was willing to pretend I was suited to the task. While I marveled at the smooth white locks I drew back from Odile’s foxy face, the elf lowered herself to lie upon her stomach and bent her head over the crown of my glory. I gasped from the first penetration of my passion past her sumptuous lips. As her wet tongue swirled into expert motion around my throbbing head, Indra made a small noise of slight scandal.

  “How easily you do such things, Odile…and eagerly. Why, it’s such a frightening looking thing! I don’t know how you can stand to.”

  The more muscular of the two durrow lifted her head and encouragingly told her companion, “Oh, it’s a great pleasure to suck a cock! Go on, come down here with me and give it a try…if you don’t want to suck it, you can kiss it like this.” She demonstrated with a few lingering kisses, then the application of a tongue so red that the mere sight of it trailing up and down my length made me all the harder. “See? It’s nothing to be afraid of…”

  Biting her lip with an uncertain glance up to my face, Indra pushed her own hair, now free of its braid, back over her smooth shoulder and bent to emulate her friend. Soon two pairs of lips, two wet tongues, two suckling warm mouths worked me over while I throbbed in ecstasy. By Weltyr, perhaps I really had died for good…perhaps this was my reward for a lifetime of devoted service to my true master. Who could really care whether they were dead or alive when serviced by two beautiful women?

  While, with one hand, I held back Indra’s hair to assist the more untrained of my mistresses, I allowed my other hand to slide from Odile’s locks and down the slope of her back. Soon that wandering hand settled against the thick flesh of the backside that had drawn my eyes since she lay herself down to go to work: the durrow moaned low, arching into my touch.

  “So our warrior-priest appreciates alternative routes of bliss,” quipped Odile, lifting her head from the dagger she now permitted her friend to sharpen alone. “Well, perhaps if we keep you long enough you’ll have a chance to try me…but I think I’d rather have you in my cunt, and Roserpine knows poor Indra’s long overdue for her first fucking. Here, priest, relax. Serve us as a toy and reap the rewards of helping. Come closer, Indra, here—kiss me, oh, your pretty mouth, how you pout!”

  “I’m frightened! You’d ought to show me how to do it first, Odile…I have no practice.”

  While my prick throbbed with pleasure upon hearing the more innocent of the two elves begging for her sister in faith to embolden her by example, Odile chuckled to coat her mouth in lurid kisses. I resisted the urge to satisfy my own desire for a stroke or two, sure the women would use such a movement as an excuse to reprimand me—and, at any rate, Odile was quick enough to take me in-hand again for a few achingly slow tugs.

  “Very well, Indra…I’ll show you how to ride. Just watch me carefully. See how the head is shaped?” Her fingertip trailed around my glans. I shuddered as she went on, “It’s perfect for penetration…once you’ve used a prick once or twice, you’ll find it very easy to affix yourself atop one.”

  “I’m afraid I’ll put it in wrong and hurt myself.”

  “Don’t be…such a fear is common for young virgins like yourself, but wholly unnecessary, I assure you. Especially if you take time to prepare…Roserpine knows how wet you get for me, after all. Here, feel—”

  Catching the younger durrow’s hand, the more worldly of the two guided these dark digits and soon enough gasped with approving pleasure as Indra tickled her labia. More used to this form of pleasure than anything to do with a man, Indra familiarly caressed the shimmering folds and meanwhile Odile softly moaned. “Oh…yes, Indra, just like that. Just follow your fingers to the source of my pleasure, plunge in—ah, by the Queen of Darkness, there’s a good girl.”

  While Odile moaned to be finger-fucked by her innocent friend, she humored me with a few strokes of my sorely aching cock and went on without looking at me. “When you’ve a prick in-hand, just follow the same trek your fingers did just now—back to the source of the waterfall. Then ease the tool against yourself very gently, and when you can feel it press just into you, lower yourself upon it as far as’t pleases.”

  “You make it sound so simple,” remarked gentle Indra while withdrawing her fingers and casting another, more uncertain look to my length. “As though it were nothing.”

  “Oh, it’s not nothing…it’s one of the greatest pleasures in the world, after all. Roserpine carefully molded this device so as to please herself, and us in turn…it’s a natural fit, one into the other, like the hand into the glove.”

  At last, much to my relief, Odile straddled my hips and pumped my member toward her shimmering apex. She knelt astride me in the reverse so I had a throbbingly beautiful view of the shining round flesh of her ass, which I sensed was some reward for obeying her. These dark elves did make the notion of slavery easy, I had to admit! Though I wished I could have seen more as she demonstratively spread her lips with one hand, hovering ever-closer to me.

  “Now watch, sister, and see how easy it is to take even a cock as large and finely-crafted as this great tool.”

  After far too long of teasing, (so far as my frayed nerves were concerned, anyway), Odile pressed me to her dusky lower lips, then past. I lost my self-control and groaned at the flood of her passion, overwhelming to both of us as, degree by degree, her body swallowed mine. The darkness of her exquisite durrow flesh contrasted sharply with my passion-reddened cock and only added to my desire—not near so much, however, as did the echo of her throaty moan through the sacrilegious temple, or the eyes of Indra upon the unfolding scene.

  “Oh, sweet man! Praise Roserpine, what a slave our mistress has made for us! Oh—”

  Having filled herself completely and thrilling me with a burst of pleasure from a hard bump against her wet walls, the dark elf braced herself upright against my thigh and quickly found a rhythm she enjoyed. “Ah—you shouldn’t have let me go first, Indra, I might just ride him all dark—Roserpine, oh my goddess, he’s terrific—”

  Now frightened Indra’s lavender eyes shone with cheerful desire and even curved with her mystified smile. “Why, you do make it look very fun…oh, it excites me to watch you…”

  Indra’s delicate fingers ran over her pert little breasts while Odile extended her arms and drew her in. “Touch my body, warrior-priest,” the riding durrow commanded while embracing her friend. �
�Touch me while I touch sweet Indra! Leave nothing on your mistress unexplored.”

  No need to tell me twice! Thanking Weltyr for the gift of this waking fever-dream, I filled my greedy hands with the thick flesh of Odile’s thighs and trailed up the slope of her lovely back—but ah, the globes of that shapely ass were what most drew my gaze, and soon enough, my grip. My fingers sank into the wonderful flesh that bounced and slapped upon my abdomen while she pleasured herself upon me, my manhood throbbing in her chambers a mere toy for her pleasure.

  Indra, meanwhile, moaned beneath her kisses, and each exchange of pink tongues between these sumptuous mouths only increased the agony with which I was wracked. I sought to relieve it with the occasional buck of my hips up into the durrow’s valley, my jaw clenched as I gripped her backside to push her down against me all the harder. Odile moaned, glancing at me over her shoulder while her fingers trailed down to fondle Indra’s drenched cleft.

  “Be careful, warrior-priest…I enjoy a man who will fuck me in return, but not all durrow are as pleased. Be mindful when we reach our city that you know how to follow a woman’s direction.”

  Yes, yes, of course, whatever she said. The truth was in that instant she might have told me to please her while standing on my head and I would have been willing to at least attempt it if I knew the act would make her wetter. Already she was dripping, and I saw that pretty Indra too was similarly inflamed; with a pair of fingers, Odile rapidly manipulated her into a state of frenzied panting and sweet, girlish whines that soon enough burst into a sharp, high cry. “Oh! Oh, Odile, sweet Roserpine, oh, how could any man be good as these fingers—”

  Chuckling, her lips peeling back from bright white teeth in a dark and beautiful smile, Odile gathered Indra’s gasping face in her hands for a lingering kiss. “You’ll see in just a moment, ah, I’m very close, myself…oh! This paladin is the finest slave I’ve had, the biggest cock by far—yes, yes, I love the way he fills me up. And you love it, too, slave—don’t you?”

  “What man could resist a woman so eager? By Weltyr, I feel attended on by angels—”

  The wicked girls exchanged an even wickeder spate of laughter and Odile redoubled her efforts at pleasure. As I throbbed in her confines, she swore again and murmured, “So, so hard! Oh, you’ll love it, Indra,” before commanding of her petite friend, “Get down and put that tongue to work.”

  As though she were as much a slave as I was destined to be, Indra hurried to obey, flinging herself upon her belly between my legs to lavish affection upon Odile’s clitoris. Now and then her bold tongue dashed across what of my shaft was visible. Each time I groaned to encourage her. Soon her pretty hand caressed my balls and sooner still Odile’s hard slaps down upon my cock increased in speed to a point of no return. The embrace of her body around me tightening to a sublime tension, Odile gasped and then, once more bracing herself—now against Indra’s white-haired head—screamed with the ecstasy of her release. Her cunt clenched rapidly around me while she pounded herself through her climax, that sopping chamber begging for my seed. I withheld my own bliss, anticipating the pleasure sure to come with Indra’s virgin body.

  With the slowing of her climax, so too did Odile’s motions gradually come to a halt. She shuddered, gasped, moaned a little more as she dismounted; my cock sprang out of her and received one last burst of pleasure as a drop of glistening honey dripped out upon its head. I groaned, watching her draw her friend up to her knees and similarly position her—this time, facing me.

  Though another anxious expression crossed Indra’s dainty features, soon she grew determined and looked down at me where I lay prone between her legs. Odile was a luscious woman, thick with sensual curves and many wonderful handles a man could grab whether he was riding or being ridden; Indra’s body was tighter, smaller, but no less beautiful and still benefiting from a few pleasant-to-touch soft curves. I rested my hand encouragingly upon her thigh, and this seemed to please her. She sighed softly, her next inhalation catching in her throat as Odile gripped my cock and angled it up toward this untrod territory.

  “Now, don’t be afraid…it’ll hurt at first, but I’d wager you’re wet enough that, very soon, it won’t matter. I’ll guide your hips, here. Feel how hard he is?”

  While I softly sighed to feel the caress of Indra’s smooth, shining labia, Indra herself nodded and stared down at me. “Oh”—she gasped as, with her other hand, Odile gently urged her down to allow the head of my cock to barely penetrate this unused palace—“oh! How wide it is! How can it fit?”

  “Like this,” answered Odile, laughing cruelly at Indra’s shriek when she pushed the younger durrow down upon my shaft unmercifully.

  The groan that tore from me to push through Indra’s defenses by no will but that of a third party left me breathless. A pleasure more immense than even that given by wily Odile flooded all my senses and, though she was obviously ached by the cruel prank, Indra’s own noise of shock and pain soon faded into moans of bliss. “Oh! Odile—ah, Odile, you’re right! He’s so big!”

  “Isn’t he? Ah, what a pleasure he is…if we couldn’t fetch so much for him on market, I’d be tempted to keep him for our private use. There, see!” With a look of approval and lascivious pleasure, Odile released her friend’s hips and smiled to find Indra was more than capable of adopting a steady rocking pace on her own. “What a good girl you are…you’ve got it perfectly! Such a fast learner.”

  “You make it easy to follow your example, Odile…oh! Oh—good Roserpine—”

  Indra’s eyelids fluttered upon her lavender orbs while she worked herself upon me, still at a pace more unsteady and with strokes not quite so thorough as those of Odile’s. Nonetheless, each short lift and quick plunge she made left me seeing stars. I dared allow an audacious hand to trail up her thigh and fit upon her abdomen, and thank Weltyr, she was fond enough to let me.

  The elf was so tight I might have sworn I felt myself inside her and, better still, when my thumb lowered to toy against the clit within the dark folds of her nether lips, her body tightened even more. It were as though she wished to squeeze my manhood clean off, and I’d have let her have it in the fugue of ecstasy she gave.

  Meanwhile, moaning, running her hands over her thick breasts and reaching down to massage herself between those luscious thighs, Odile leaned up to kiss her friend upon the gasping mouth. Then, to my astonishment, the devious elf leaned down to lay a kiss on mine. I groaned at the taste of the two women mingling in one, my tongue sparking with bursts of pleasure each time Odile’s wet organ lashed across my own. My thumb worked Indra’s clit and Indra pumped herself up and down; my right hand soon commenced to assist Odile with her drenched mound; and, not very long later, all three of us reached our respective climaxes.

  First Indra, overwhelmed with the newness of this ecstasy and the caresses from both myself and her friend, exploded into cries of bliss that signaled the onslaught of pleading clenches. Seeing this, Odile moaned sharply and, while kissing her, gasped and cried her dear friend’s name. Her channel shut tight around my fingers and I slowed but did not stop my work, easing her through the same ecstasy that very soon claimed me. I groaned, thrusting up into pretty Indra’s belly and seeing stars to spill my seed inside the valley of this virgin durrow.

  “By Roserpine—oh, Queen of Darkness—” Gasping out of their kiss, then laughing to see how stunned by pleasure I was, the educated drow turned to her innocent sister. “Has he cum? Get off him, let me see it, ah, I want to see your first load dripping out of you, Indra—”

  All but pushing her friend from my lap, Odile moaned with delight and spread Indra’s lower lips. In a frenzy of lust even after two orgasms, this wicked woman dove upon her friend’s exposed anatomy and began at once to avidly lick and suck her little bundle of nerves. While Indra twitched, thrashing amid the overwhelming onslaught, Odile lifted her head and groaned in pleasure. She spread her friend’s dark labia and turned to make certain I watched the thick pool of semen that oozed from Indr
a’s newly defiled pussy. The contrast of the bright white cum against the elf’s dark flesh somehow emphasized my conquest—if the marking of mistress by a slave could dare be called such a thing—and left me nearly ready for a second round.

  “What a fine job you’ve done, warrior-priest! Good thing you didn’t take that vow of chastity…the world would be much poorer for it, the two of us included!”

  THE CITY OF EL’RYH

  BEING THE SLAVE to a pair of durrow mistresses wasn’t all fun and games, of course. The duties of pleasing them accomplished, I slept soundly through the night—the dark, as it was called in those Nightlands where all things were night at all times—and was awoken by a shaking pair of hands to find Odile’s smiling face above mine.

  “Good bloom, warrior-priest! Hope you slept well…it’s quite a walk to El’ryh.”

  Quite a walk was one thing. Quite a walk while laden down with tapestries, golden goblets, silver braziers, and everything else that was not nailed down…now that was quite another. By the standards of most men my body is well-trained, hewn for battle in the service of my Lord—but the haul of wealth the women bade me carry tested even my fortitude. While sweat poured down my brow beneath the burden weighing upon my back, my mistresses laughed in casual conversation together ahead of me.

  In truth, the stress was such that I saw little of where we were going—only that the glistening cavern walls, illuminated at first mostly by an orange lamp that Odile gripped, were steadily overtaken with a strange series of white and green phosphorescence. My traitorous former companions and I had observed the phenomenon but now, understanding it to be the cognate of the dawn, it filled me with a twinge of hope that the worst of this was over.

  “Are your eyes not so sensitive that this bloom is light enough for you,” I asked of Odile, observing that she still kept the glass-enclosed lamp burning in her hand.