Out of This World

by Maggie Morton

  Iris had slid under the covers while Anandra spoke, and she was more than ready, but instead of answering the woman with her voice, she placed her lips around one of Anandra’s perfect, star-like nipples and began to suck, drawing a small moan from between the woman’s lips. “Mmm, that’s just what I needed, Iris.” She paused to moan again, then continued. “But it’s just the beginning of what I desire from you.”

  “I’m more than happy to give you more,” Iris told her, surprised at her out-of-nowhere boldness around this stranger. She’d never been this way with Jane, always just going along with whatever flow Jane set into motion. Once, Jane had asked her if she even enjoyed sex, and Iris hadn’t known what to say.

  Well, these first few minutes with Anandra gave her an answer to that question, a very loud and very clear answer: Yes, she did! And her enjoyment grew as Anandra threaded her fingers through Iris’s hair and held her in place, her hold gentle but firm. “You should know that I like to be in control, Iris, but I want you to enjoy me controlling you, so stop for a second and decide whether you’d like to give me your permission to be the one who tells you what to do.” She let go of Iris’s hair and Iris tilted her head up, looking into the woman’s now-serious stare. “If at any point it gets to be too much, say the word ‘roof,’ because I don’t want you to do any more falling tonight, unless it’s falling into an orgasm or two.”

  Iris paused for a moment, breaking eye contact and looking down at Anandra’s left shoulder. It almost seemed to have been shaped by some sort of higher being, just like the rest of Anandra. How had this jaw-dropping sight of a woman managed to find her interesting and appealing? More than merely “appealing,” actually, Iris gathered. She must have found her arousing, perhaps even highly arousing. Iris snapped back from her thoughts and gave Anandra her answer, one she meant and felt. “I want you to control me. I’ve…I have to be honest. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I really, really want to. I, um, I almost feel like I need to, actually.”

  “I am happy to fulfill wants as well as needs, but it will be mine we’ll be addressing. You may be allowed to come should you please me enough, Iris, but only if you do exactly as I say. Now, return your mouth to my nipple. That’s an order.”

  Iris was happy to do as she’d asked…no, she reminded herself, as she’d ordered. She parted her lips and returned her mouth to Anandra’s hard nipple, sucking it and flicking her tongue back and forth across its erect surface. After just a few seconds, Anandra returned her hand to Iris’s head, gripping a handful of her hair and shoving Iris’s face down—hard—against her breast. The action spread Iris’s mouth wide, and Anandra’s flesh made a gag of sorts now, her mouth stuffed full of nipple and breast. “For future reference,” Anandra said, her tone cold and tough, “if your mouth is ever full and you desire to stop, just thump your hand down three times. And if your hands are restrained, just grunt three times.”

  But instead of grunting, Iris moaned because, using her free hand, Anandra was now gently tugging one of Iris’s nipples. “Keep sucking, keep pleasuring me, and try not to be too startled.”

  Iris barely had time to wonder what she meant by “startled,” because almost instantly the answer came in the form of a quick, rough pinch on Iris’s nipple. She grunted and shuddered, pulling back a little from the sudden pain.

  “Relax into it, relax and breathe. You’ll get used to it after a while.”

  So Iris did as she was told, allowing her drool to pool around the edges of her mouth while Anandra continued to pinch her poor, inexperienced nipple. Inexperienced to pain, at least, but that lack of experience seemed to be over now. And so did her dislike of the pain, because as Anandra’s grasp on her nipple tightened, her body loosened as she relaxed into the pain, and then she started to enjoy it.

  She could tell she was enjoying it by the way her cunt was communicating with her, by the way it had grown twice as wet as it had been before her nipple began to be pinched. As she adjusted to the intensity of the sensation, she found she had the ability to take up pleasuring Anandra again, so she began to suck her breast, to move her tongue against her nipple as well as she possibly could. She had a strong urge now to please this woman, and she waited eagerly for whatever Anandra’s next directions might be.

  “Ah, you’ve adjusted fast. You must have played like this before.”

  “Mmm-mmm,” Iris grunted around Anandra’s breast.

  “No? Was that a ‘no’? I must admit, I’m surprised, considering how quickly you became comfortable with the pain.”

  So that was quickly? Iris had felt she had taken some time, but she realized then that it had probably been only a few seconds, the shock of the pain just making time seem to slow down. As she realized this, she also realized that she wanted their time to slow down just as much as it had from Anandra’s pinch. She was shocked, though, at how much the pain and control were turning her on. What else had she been missing during her one and only sexual relationship? Were even better things in store for her on this night?

  She’d almost entirely forgotten about the incredible shock coming here had caused when she’d suddenly fallen through the floor of the ruins. But all of that could wait until later. She thought to her predicament one last time. Because just after that thought, Anandra yanked Iris away from her breast by her hair, the sharp tension from Anandra’s grip against her scalp sending tingles tumbling down her neck and back.

  Anandra pulled her head back at a sharp angle and ran her tongue up the side of Iris’s neck. Then came her second shock of the night, at least in terms of sexual ones. Anandra cupped her face in one hand, staring into her eyes. “Keep your eyes open and looking into mine,” she ordered. And then Iris half grunted, half gasped as Anandra’s open palm slapped her across her right cheek.

  “Holy fuck!” she cried out, her whole body tightening again at the impact. But she had no way to turn away from the pain, nor a way to change her position, because Anandra was holding her in place on the pillow.

  “Was that too much for you?” she asked Iris, and looked concerned for the first time that night.

  Iris didn’t even need to think before she answered—she knew it in her bones that it wasn’t. “No, no,” she said, her voice coming out breathy and higher than usual. “No, that was just…exactly…right.”

  “You do like it this way, then. Good. It’s been even longer than those three weeks since I fell into bed with a woman who wanted to take what I wanted to give. It’s been boring old oral sex and the like for at least two sun-cycles. It was a not-so-small shock to have you land on me like that, but I’ve seen far stranger things than a woman—a very, very sexy one, at that—falling through my roof in the middle of the night. Now how that happened, that’s—”

  “I know I probably shouldn’t interrupt,” Iris said, some of her shyness returning as she spoke, “but I want you to continue.”

  “Beg, then. Beg me to continue.” Anandra tightened her grip on Iris’s hair, pulling it tighter and tighter until her back began to bow. “Beg for me to let you please me, to let you taste me, to let you place your tongue on my cunt and get it even wetter than you’ve made it so far.”

  “Please,” Iris said to her, because she was happy to beg, much more than merely interested in tasting Anandra’s cunt. She felt almost like she was desperate to do so. “Please, Anandra, I want to taste you, I want to see what you taste like, I want to get you off, as many times as I can, and I want to be allowed to come when you’ve had enough.”

  “That could be arranged. You can get off, I suppose, if you do a good enough job, my little slut.” Anandra let go of her hair and slowly pushed Iris’s head down her body, and Iris took this chance to kiss her everywhere she could. Anandra was already moaning a bit when Iris’s mouth reached her bush, and when Iris pushed her legs apart and brought her lips to the woman’s cunt and clit, it seemed like only a couple of minutes passed before Anandra was arching her back, then bucking, and then screaming and clenching t
he sheets as she came.

  Iris kept right on going, though, leading her into a second orgasm and then a third. She was amazed at how easily Anandra came. Not just amazed—she was also kind of jealous. It usually took Iris a good twenty minutes to get off, and she wasn’t exactly a screamer, either. But she was still enjoying herself (that was for damn sure!) because she’d never had this kind of effect on her ex. Not even once. Maybe she wasn’t as bad in bed as she’d thought.

  “S…stop, Iris.”

  She jerked her head up. “Am I doing something wrong?”

  “Oh no, my dear, not a thing. Not…a…thing. It’s just that I usually stop after four orgasms at the most, and I think that was five. No, six? I kind of lost count.” Anandra’s voice sounded relaxed and sated. Iris did as she’d asked, even though she wanted to keep going. Not that she knew what it was like to have too many orgasms. Jane had told her that she took so long to come she was only up for giving Iris one each time they had sex. She’d never complained, but Iris realized now that maybe she should have.

  Now she was looking into Anandra’s eyes again, her head a few inches above her new partner’s. Anandra’s beautiful face was flecked with tiny drops of sweat, and Iris got a better look at her now. Her star tattoos suddenly didn’t look so much like tattoos. Iris would have to ask her how her tattoo artist had done such realistic work, but first—“Did I do a good enough job to get a turn?”

  “Oh, yes, you did!” Anandra grinned, made a small growling noise, and flipped Iris onto her back.

  “Wow, you’re really strong!” Iris gasped.

  “There are many things that I am ‘really,’ as you’re just about to find out.”

  One of those “many things” she also was “really” proved to be “good in bed,” because apparently Iris’s usual twenty minutes could be shortened to ten, at least if Anandra’s mouth was involved. With her pleasure ramping up at a much faster pace than in the past, Iris showed her shock with many, many noises and sounds, the likes of which she’d never made before. After she came, she took a few deep breaths and said, “How…didya…did you…do…you know? That?”

  “Oh,” Anandra said, lifting her head from Iris’s cunt with the expression of the dyke who ate the pussy, “there’s much more where that came from. If you’d care for me to continue, that is?”

  “Yes! Yes, please!”

  Soon, Iris was pleading for a break, and so Anandra kissed her once on her still rather sensitized clit and then lay down next to her. “I’ve got to get back to sleep now. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”

  Iris realized then how tired she was, between the lack of sleep on her cross-oceanic flight and the whole falling-through-a-floor-in-the-middle-of-nowhere thing. And the amazing, best-of-her-life sex. But… “I’m really tired,” she told Anandra, “too tired to figure all this out. Can I crash in your bed? I’m guessing that in the morning I’ll either wake up in my hotel in Amsterdam and realize this was all a very nice dream…well, mostly nice…or I’ll wake up here and have to start making sense of all of this…this…”

  “Sounds good to me,” Anandra mumbled, shutting off her lamp.

  Iris got as comfortable as she could under the covers. She wasn’t used to sleeping in the buff, but then again, when she’d boarded that plane out of the country she’d decided it was time for some changes. And whether this was a nice—but strange—dream, or whether it was really happening, she’d have to wait until the morning to discover the truth.

  She found Anandra’s quiet snores strangely soothing and drifted off to sleep about as quickly as she’d gotten off the first time.

  *

  A sound woke Iris up from a relatively deep slumber. She’d been dreaming about a threesome with two ladies of the night—two quite lovely and skilled ones, at that—and so she wasn’t exactly happy to be awakened. It took her a few seconds to get her bearings, the dim light from Anandra’s tattoos reminding her of where she was. She admitted to herself in that moment that tattoos didn’t usually glow in the dark, and they definitely didn’t twinkle. That old children’s song about twinkling stars came to mind then, and she started humming it softly.

  “No, sir, I do not want you to buy me new feet,” Anandra mumbled, “for mine still smell fine to me.” She was clearly still deep asleep, because she snorted softly and then rolled over, flopping an arm over Iris’s waist.

  Iris wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but something was unsettling about the bedroom she was in right then; something about it wasn’t quite right. Then she heard a small noise from her left. It sounded like a sigh. Iris whipped her head around and saw a petite, dark figure standing there. It might have been human-shaped, but that didn’t stop it from scaring the breath out of her. She opened her mouth and got ready to scream.

  Chapter Two

  “Good morning, lazy limbs. Do you want to get up, or are you planning to sleep all the way through sunrise?”

  Iris had made it a proud habit of always sleeping through sunrise. Besides, none of her classes started until nine at the earliest. “Jane,” she told the person speaking, rubbing her eyes, “you know I never, ever, ever get up this early.”

  But it wasn’t Jane standing in front of her, reaching down and waving a sweet-smelling piece of fruit under her nose. It wasn’t only the fruit that didn’t look familiar—dark blue and oval with small pink seeds. The woman in front of her, with black skin and little pale flecks across it that all put off a slight light, was smiling wryly, almost looking proud of herself for insulting Iris’s morning-rising habits.

  “You’re…you’re not Jane. You’re Anandra. You’re…it was all real?” Iris threw back the covers and got to her feet, her legs shaky and now covered in goose bumps from the early morning cold. “And I never, ever get up this early. Not without a very good reason and some very good coffee.”

  “I don’t know what this ‘coffee’ stuff is,” Anandra said, handing her the fruit, “but you do have a very good reason to get up. I’m leaving when the sun is just a little higher in the sky, and I’m guessing you’ll want to go with me.”

  “Go with you? Where?” Iris rubbed her chilly arms and shivered, suddenly finding the time to realize she was naked. “Just a second. I should probably put some clothes on, first.”

  “Yours were covered in dirt. I don’t have time to go to the village washer’s, so you’ll have to borrow some of mine. You look like you’re about the same size as me. I laid them out in the chair by your side of the bed.” Anandra gestured toward the chair with a large, pearl-handled knife that held the other half of the fruit. She took a large bite of its juicy-looking flesh and sat down at a small square table a few feet from the foot of the bed.

  “Village washer? You mean, the Laundromat?”

  “That must be what you call the washer’s home in your world. I’m guessing next you’ll be telling me you’ve never heard of magic, and then you’ll tell me that—”

  “Magic?” Anandra was right: her clothes were caked with dirt, totally unwearable. Hopefully she was also right about the two of them being the same size. “Why did you bring up magic?” She put on the soft black panties sitting on top of the pile of clothes, then slid into the brown leather pants that had been beneath them. “I know what magic is, of course,” she said. “David Copperfield, Penn and Teller, et cetera.”

  “Those must be the best magic makers of your land. I know of only a few other magic makers, like Selehn and my magic tutor, Nerec.”

  “Wait…a…minute.” Iris didn’t mean this literally, but she did have to make Anandra wait a minute, because she wouldn’t be able to talk while she put on the light-brown woven tank that had been beneath the pants. It showed off just a touch of cleavage from the top of her breasts, hers clearly a cup size or so bigger than Anandra’s, who wore an identical shirt without, sadly, a single bit of her yummy breasts showing over the top. But she had more important things to figure out than a way to get Anandra back out of her clothes. That would have to come la
ter. First, she wanted to find out where she was. And why, if she’d heard her right, Anandra had asked her what a “minute” was while she was pulling the shirt over her head.

  “I like your underthings,” Anandra told her with a sexy smile. “Your tailor must have a lot of skill to do such exceptional work. I might like to see them in my hands later tonight. And I’d like to see the rest of you in my hands then, as well.”

  “I’d like that, too. But first I’d like to know where I am. And why it looks like I’m up in the sky. And why you keep talking about magic.”

  “You seem to have heard of magic, and yet it sounds like you don’t know much about it. Maybe magic is different in your land?”

  Iris sat down on a small stool that had been pulled up to the table. At her spot lay a large plate filled with food and a tall earthenware mug filled to the brim with something that looked and smelled a lot like coffee. “Thank God, at least there’s coffee here.” She took a large gulp of what had long been her very favorite caffeinated beverage. It was amazing as coffee went, but something was off about its flavor. It tasted only slightly like coffee, Iris realized with a second swallow.

  “This coffee is really good. Amsterdam isn’t famous for its coffee, at least that I know of. Is that where I am? Holland?” She took another swallow, then dug into her food. There were eggs, a piece of whole-wheat bread coated in jam, and two slices of ham, which also surprised her by not tasting quite right when she took a bite.

  “That’s not coffee, Iris, it’s cheefen. And you’re not in Amsterdam, wherever that is. You’re in the Basthar territory, of course, and this is my tree-home. I’d give you a warmer welcome, introduce you around, but we need to leave soon. I have an urgent message to deliver to the Queen, after all. Which reminds me…” At those words, Anandra pulled a jar off a shelf by the room’s smaller window and uncorked it. She sprinkled some white powder from the jar into her palm and dumped it onto the table. Iris heard a quiet whoosh, and then a small box appeared on the table. “Is this the same as the magic in your land?” Anandra asked her.