She had thought his hair soft, but it was as brittle straw next to the softness of his lips. Softer than silk, than talc, than down, softer even than Inella’s female flesh against Viera’s probing tongue. Kissing him was like kissing a cloud.
She knelt astride him, his burgeoning cock pressed delightfully against her slick pussy. As she continued to tease his lips, he nudged upward, prodding at her entrance, but she chuckled low in her throat.
“Be patient, Aru,” she said against his mouth. “I want to savor this.”
His hands tightened in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look at her. “You speak to a man who has not touched a woman in eight hundred years. Patience has lost its appeal.”
She grinned down at him, reaching between them to wrap her hand around his cock where it protruded from his open fly. Her grin widened as his eyes glazed and his breath hissed in. His skin was smooth under her touch, his cock hard and sleek as polished bone, but hot with trapped blood and throbbing in her grasp. She pulled on it once, twice, then shinnied down his body until her feet hit the floor.
He was obviously expecting something wonderful involving her mouth and his prick. When he realized he wasn’t about to get it, he glared up at her in mute incredulity. She smiled and began to unfasten the laces of her bodice. His expression of indignation dissolved into one of absolute awe as her dress slipped down to pool at her feet. She wore only a translucent camisole beneath, its hem brushing her woman’s curls, white silk stockings with satin garters and her red kidskin boots. He sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head. Muscles rippled under the skin of his torso, and her fingers itched to explore every inch of them.
Instead, she stepped closer, lifted one foot and placed the toe against the center of his chest. His eyes flew to her face. She merely lifted one brow and waited. His throat worked as he swallowed and turned his attention to her boot. With shaking fingers, he unhooked her laces and pulled them loose, then slipped her boot from her foot. His chest heaved like a forge bellows as he unfastened her garter and dragged her stocking down her calf and off. Rewarding him with a sly smile, she switched legs. By the time he finished with her other boot and stocking, his whole body was trembling with excitement. To tease him, she placed her bare foot on the bed beside him so her pussy hovered temptingly right before his face.
Reaching up, he wrapped a lock of her hair around his wrist and pulled her head down for his kiss. She opened her lips to him, letting him plunge his tongue deep, feeling his breath blast from his nostrils like dragon fire against her cheek. Then slowly she sank to her knees and nudged his legs apart, tugged his trousers further down. With a groan, he released her lips, relaxed his grip on her hair.
His cock was right in front of her. She could smell herself on him, her musk mingled with the bittersweet scent of his come. Her belly coiled and clenched at the very thought of tasting him. She looked up at him. His face was a mask of unslaked need, his eyes like jewels, hard and bright, his grip on her hair tight enough to send a shiver of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt. She kept her gaze fastened to his as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around him.
His cock was as pale and perfect and smooth as the rest of him, only the slightest rippling under the skin hinting at the veins that fed his male flesh. She sucked gently at first, until his eyes fluttered closed, then pulled more strongly, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, dipping it into the slit at the very tip of him, tasting the salty flavor of his seed. Inch by inch, she took him deeper into her mouth, his shaft disappearing as she swallowed him. His hips bucked as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, and she blinked away reflexive tears, drawing back and letting him slip from her mouth.
His cry at the abandonment was a sound of pure frustration. Ever merciful, she replaced her mouth with her hand, pumping it deliberately up and down his length, and dragged her tongue across the bare, unblemished skin of his sac, relishing his gasp of pleasure. Sinking ever deeper into a pool of feminine power and desire, she gently suckled one testicle, then the other, her fingers toying with the skin where his sac met his groin. He spread his legs wider, collapsing back on the bed in the helplessness of his need. With a sly smile, she licked the tip of one finger, wiggled it between his buttocks and prodded at the small, tight opening she found there.
“Paldir help me!” he gasped as her fingertip pushed past the outer ring of muscle, his cock releasing a trickle of fluid that dripped down onto her hand. She worked his shaft harder, rolling his balls against her tongue, thrusting her finger further in, past the second ring and into the snug, clinging tunnel beyond.
He lay on the bed, his hands covering his face as she pumped her hand up and down his cock and shoved that single finger deeper and deeper inside his anus. The sound of his labored breath filled the space, drowned out the small, wet noises of her tongue on his sac.
“Do you like that?” she asked, knowing what his answer would be.
“God, yes, Viera! Please, you must stop.”
She chuckled, nuzzling the base of his sac. “Why must I?”
He growled, his hand closing around hers and ceasing its motions on his member. “If you unman me I will be of no further use to you.”
She slid her finger from his anus and dropped his cock. “Can’t have that, can we?”
Gliding her hands up his torso, she climbed his length until her cunt was poised right above his cock. Keeping her eyes on his, she settled her wet nether lips on him, wedging his shaft along her furrow. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in. She brushed her thumbs over his nipples, so strange—tiny, red pebbles without areolae—yet so perfect in form. They tightened, standing erect, and she bent her head to taste one. Suckled gently, then bit. He gasped, and she soothed his pain with a tender swipe of her tongue.
“Come here, witch,” he murmured, his head lifting from the bed to catch one of her nipples in his mouth. Through the fabric of her camisole, he sucked hard, then his hands came up and pressed both of her breasts together so he could lave both nipples at the same time. Soon a patch of wetness covered the fine silk, the cool kiss of the moistened fabric pulling her nipples into ever-tighter points.
Grabbing her beneath the arms, he dragged her up his length until her cunt hovered just over his face. She knelt there, legs quivering, waiting for him to kiss her, waiting for him to give her what she wanted.
He hadn’t been entirely truthful when he’d told her to stop. As he slid his tongue into her slit, he thought he could, even unmanned, quite happily spend the whole of the day pleasuring her, discovering how many times he could send her over the edge, just how far he could push her beautiful Anduni body.
Her legs vibrated with the need to remain motionless as he enjoyed a leisurely taste of her dripping cunt, from her opening up to the glistening jewel of her clit. Her woman’s wet mingled with his come, a flavor that captivated him. Hooking his tongue beneath the hood of her clit, he wiggled it back and forth and slid both thumbs into her weeping channel. As her cries grew more and more insistent, he suckled her harder, flicking his tongue across the resilient tag of flesh, coaxing it to even greater firmness. Then, with an inward grin, he slipped one slicked thumb from her cunt and nudged it against her other opening, giving her the exact same treatment she had just given him. Pushing past the outer ring of muscle, he gently reamed the snug hole, then let his other thumb join the first.
“Ah, god, Aru,” she hissed, tilting her hips to give him better access to her clit. “Make me come, Aru…”
With a growl deep in his throat, he clamped his teeth around her straining clit, just hard enough to edge toward pain, and jammed his thumbs to the hilt in her anus. Her wail rewarded him, high and keening, as fluid flooded from her shuddering sex onto his waiting tongue. As her orgasm rocked her, he slid his thumbs from her and lapped at her furrow with long, slow strokes, listening with a degree of smugness to her contented mewling.
Leaving her on her knees, he slid out from under her spread legs
, dragged his trousers the rest of the way off and clambered upright behind her. She rested on her elbows as if her spine had turned to jelly and could no longer support her weight. Her bottom was on delightful display, two perfectly round globes of creamy flesh flanking the delicious array of her woman’s charms. Her cunt glistened with wetness, her clit protruding like a red bead. The puckered rose of her anus still twitched with the aftereffects of orgasm, beckoning him with the promise of sin.
Unable to resist, Aru bent his head and pressed his mouth to it, prodding with his tongue.
“Aru!” she gasped, her whole body jerking in shock.
He grabbed her buttocks when she tried to pull away from him, his fingers pressing into the softness of her flesh, holding her still. “There is no part of you that isn’t beautiful to me,” he said, pressing a kiss to one of the dimples above the roundness of her ass. “Let me love every inch of you.” And he returned his tongue to its task, lapping and toying at the tightly puckered hole, worming its way inside.
“God!” she rasped, bucking under the ministrations of his mouth. “God!”
“Mmm, but I am not god,” he said with a smile, pressing a last kiss to her rosebud before replacing his tongue with two fingers of one hand. “Say me my name,” he ordered, his voice thickening as his fingers sank deep into her rear passage. “It resounds sweetly on your tongue.”
“Aru,” she moaned, her back arching until her breasts flattened against the mattress. “Aru, Aru, Aru, fuck me…”
He reared up above her, taking his cock in his free hand, reveling in the feel of her anus grasping at his fingers, the muscles contracting and relaxing as he stretched her. His breath beginning to rasp, he slid his cock into the tight heat of her cunt, coating it in her slickness, then withdrew.
“Shall I, Viera?” he asked, his voice guttural and strange in his ears as he slid his fingers from her grasping anus and placed the head of his cock against it.
She made a sound, half laugh half sob. “Please, god, Aru, if you do not, I shall die.”
“Can’t have that,” he murmured with a grin.
Slowly, inexorably, he pushed against her, feeling the outer circle give way to the pressure. With gentle fingers, he gathered more of the wetness from her cunt and spread it around her anus to ease his passage. Then he gripped her buttocks, his fingers biting into the tender flesh as he continued to thrust forward. He watched, mesmerized, as the puckered hole stretched and swallowed his cock until the head was fully seated inside her snug tunnel. His limbs trembling with the effort of restraint, he waited until her body accustomed itself to the invasion, then pressed forward again.
His breath left him in a long, low groan as he felt her push back against him, her muscles relaxing enough to take him all the way. His balls nudged up against the dripping heat of her cunt and the hot, excruciatingly tight walls of her anus gripped him harder than a fist. Gasping, he drew out, watching as the long, thick column of his cock emerged from the tautly stretched ring of her anus, watching again as it disappeared by increments back inside. He’d never seen anything of the like, never even imagined such a thing before Viera, before this witch had cast her spell over him.
Her searing flesh clutched at his member as if unwilling to release him, quivering around him until the vibrations passed into him and were echoed through his entire body. Sweat dripped from his forehead down onto her ass as he found the perfect rhythm, plunging in and out of her sweet bottom. Leaning forward, he wedged his hands between the mattress and her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, pinching the nipples as she whimpered her approval, then slid his palms back down her silk-clad belly, seeking the hard little hill of her clit. With each thrust, he circled the straining nub with his fingers, until her body was so filled with tension it seemed to fill the whole room. Her moans evolved into cries, and then into screams as her anus began to spasm around his cock and her body to rock and thrash in a shattering climax.
With a hoarse cry, he gave in, succumbed, surrendered, his body convulsing in an ecstasy of release, his seed and his soul pouring into her.
When he came back to himself, he was lying on his side, her back nestled snug along his front, his cock still seated in her bottom, twitching with the lingering pulses of his orgasm. His arms encircled her waist, and he tightened them around her, pressing his forehead to her shoulder as his breathing gradually slowed.
Her hand slid into his, their fingers lacing together. His heart pounded at even that small touch. “Did I please you, Aru?”
He grinned against her back, feeling a brightness growing inside him like the flare of a candle in darkness. “I haven’t known the touch of a woman in eight hundred years,” he teased. “How could you not please me?”
She squirmed against him and he felt his flaccid cock slip from her body. Turning in his arms, she scowled at him, but her lips were twitching with suppressed mirth. “You’re a discourteous lover, Aru.”
“Mmm, you can’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to her lips.
She sighed into his mouth and he just held her, letting his lips play on hers, letting himself enjoy the unbelievable rightness of her in his arms, until a rude noise erupted from his empty stomach and broke the tender mood.
“What was that?” she asked against his mouth. He pulled back to find her smiling pertly at him, her eyes glowing.
“Mortality is a deal of trouble,” he said. “I’ve barely sated one hunger, and another rears up to torment me.”
She walked her fingers down his abdomen almost to the base of his cock, then tickled him. He squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation, marveling that even now, eighteen years since his fall and after the morning they had just shared, she could still make him feel something new and strange and wonderful.
“Surely mortality has its compensations,” she said.
The light began to fragment, forming a halo around her face as his throat ached with tears. “It does, my love.”
Her arms came around him, holding him tight, and he buried his face in the fragrant softness of her hair and wept. For all he had lost, and all she had given him. For love. For life. For her. Her hands stroked up and down his back, soothing him.
“So,” she said at last, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “Does this mean I have my job back?”
Epilogue
“Explain to me again why we are here?” Karal growled as Inella raised her hand to knock for the third time.
They stood on the stoop outside Aru’s front door in the growing cool of evening, awaiting admittance. “A supper,” she said, shooting him an exasperated glance, “to thank us for bringing the two of them together.”
Karal grunted, tugging at the stiff, confining neck of his good tunic. Every time he wore it, he was reminded why he hardly ever wore it—the damn thing felt like a noose. “Don’t see why I had to come. I told her to stay the fuck away from him.”
She swatted his arm with one hand and knocked with the other. “Stop sniveling.”
He bit back a nasty retort and tried not to pay attention to how she looked in her best dress, a form-fitting, low-cut gown of turquoise lawn, trimmed in white lace. From the snug fit of the bodice, it seemed clear she must have made the dress before childbearing had rounded her figure. Her breasts bulged over the top, luring his eye until it was all he could do not to stare.
“Maybe they’re not home,” he said hopefully. Salgrim’s balls, but meals were becoming more and more complicated all the time. Supper at Inella’s only the night before last, then this…thing with Aru and Viera. Was a time when the only company he had to contend with at dinner were the bugs in the salad at Heffie’s.
“For pity’s sake,” Inella hissed at him, pressing her ear to the door. “Hush up.”
Karal glowered at her. Damn, but she was getting more and more uppity all the time. “Well, obviously they’re not answering the door,” he said. “I’m not about to stand out here among the mosquitoes all night.”
/> Her hand shot out to grab his sleeve, forestalling his intent to turn and leave. He stared down at her offending hand, incredulous. Well, that showed him what happened when you were nice. Give a woman a penny, she’ll run off with the whole purse.
She seemed altogether oblivious to his growing irritation. “I don’t hear them.”
He bit back a curse. “So let’s go.”
She rolled her eyes, her grip tightening on his sleeve. “The lamps are lit. Let’s try the back door.”
“Salgrim help me, I’m not even fucking hungry,” he muttered.
She dragged him by his sleeve back to the street and along it to the alley. The last of the day’s light did not reach back into this narrow lane between buildings, and Karal winced as his foot landed in something suspiciously squishy in the dark. She led the way through a heavy gate and into a small, private courtyard. Stone benches surrounded a fountain long left dry, and a laurel standing hard on the south corner would provide pleasant shade during hot afternoons. The windows here were not shuttered like those that faced the street. Light spilled from them out onto the cobbles.
Inella released him and Karal took a moment to wipe the offensive whatever-it-was off his boot and onto a hapless potted fern next to the gate. Inella went from one window to the next, peering inside. At the third one, she stopped, her hand lifting to her throat, her entire body going rigid.
“What is it?” he asked, hurrying over, irritation eclipsed by concern.
“Shhhh!” she hissed at him, flapping her hand vaguely in his direction. As he came up beside her, he saw her expression was not fear but wicked delight. His cock perked up like a dog’s ear at the gleam in her eye, before he even glanced inside.
The moment he did, the dog’s ear shot skyward. Inside the window was a small salon furnished with a settee, two padded chairs, a low table and a sideboard. On the settee, Viera lounged, her skirts bunched up around her waist, her stocking-clad legs splayed wide. On his knees between them, Aru plied her pussy with mouth and fingers, much to her enthusiastic and obvious appreciation. The room was well lit. Karal could clearly see the Darjhan’s tongue flailing at Viera’s stiff and swollen clit, his three fingers plunging in and out of her glistening sex. Her back arched and he could hear her cries through the thin panes of glass as she found her peak.
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