The Sorceress's Pet

by Noa Xireau

  Sera let her palm slide downward, over the girl’s tense skin and feminine curves. She could already anticipate how moist and slippery the girl’s porcelain-white thighs would be. The princess’s breasts were already covered in pink and red hues revealing her arousal, and the air was pregnant with a sweet honey scent and sex. The princess’s breath came out in short puffs, and now and then a tiny whimper escaped those deliciously swollen lips—lips Sera wanted to kiss and possess. Instead, Sera slipped her hand lower and lower over the girl’s soft belly until she reached the silky little patch of trimmed hair.

  Sera avoided sliding her fingers inside the princess’s wet slit. Barely cupping the princess’s pussy, Sera pushed slightly against the tender flesh. The girl had stopped breathing and seemed to tremble in expectation. Sera pressed the outer folds together, trapping the sensitive gem hidden in the inside. A caterwauling gasp resounded as the princess’s royal knees buckled visibly.

  “You know I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come, don’t you?” Sera asked hoarsely.

  “Yes.” The princess’s whisper came out breathy, almost inaudible.

  “You may call me Mistress.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  The princess squirmed as Sera rubbed one nether lip against the other, massaging her hidden pearl gently.

  “Now is the moment to say your safe word if you don’t want to go any further.” Sera put her best effort into teasing the princess’s small pleasure point without touching the hard nub directly.

  The princess kept her lips pressed tightly together.

  “If you don’t, then maybe you should begin to beg.” Goddess, the conceited brat is so beautifully aroused and her breasts seem even bigger now. Sera almost moaned aloud.

  The princess’s big blue eyes snapped open. “Why?”

  Sera’s index finger slid inside the slick folds, strolling leisurely between them, exploring without haste. “Because until now, you’ve done nothing to win the right to come. And I suppose you want to come.” Sera’s finger grazed the hard pearl. “Right?”

  “Yes,” the princess gasped.

  “Beg!” Sera used three fingers to shake the proud nub in fast, short movements.

  “Please…Mistress. Oh! Please…let me…come!” The princess’s words burst out, tortured and needy, as the girl threw her head back, her knees buckled, and her hips pushed spasmodically forward.

  “What do you want me to do to make you come?” Sera couldn’t stop her fascination.

  Never had Sera seen a woman surrendering so wonderfully to pleasure. The princess wasn’t ugly by any means, but right now her beauty was stunning.

  “Caress me. Caress me with your fingers.”

  “You can do better than that, can’t you, princess?” Sera asked, tapping with her fingertips against the sensitive gem.

  Sera wanted more than just an insecure little girl. She craved a woman who knew her own urges and was able to beg for what she wanted.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers while you keep touching me there. Please!”

  That sounds a hell of a lot better. Sera buried two fingers inside the girl’s silky, hot core while she kept playing with the swollen nub, using her thumb. A jolt of pleasure tightened Sera’s body when her fingers got trapped and sucked inside the princess’s wet channel.

  The princess clenched her muscles, trying to hold Sera’s fingers inside. Never had Sera expected that having her hand covered in scalding, thick cream could be so arousing. Sera moved faster, pushed deeper. The redhead’s welcoming body helped; the girl thrust her full hips forward, seeking Sera’s hand while helpless wails echoed in the room.

  Feeling the sweat pooling between her breasts and the wetness dripping down her inner thighs, Sera ached to rub against something. An intense craving gripped her, threatening to send her over the edge. She wanted the princess to come. Now! By the way the redhead shivered, contracted, and moved desperately, she was prepared to orgasm, and Sera wanted to witness how the redhead surrendered to pleasure.

  Sera should probably stop and show the girl her place as a pet, make the princess beg and work for her bliss, but Sera’s urge to see the other woman coming was overwhelming. She craved to watch how the princess’s flushed body writhed in ecstasy, to observe how her pupils dilated until only a fine silver-blue line was left in those stunning eyes, and she wanted to hear the feminine screams of bliss.

  Sera put a hand at the princess’s back to steady her and increased the rhythm with her other hand. The princess arched her back, and her curvy hips rose as much as was possible. Obviously searching for more sensations, for more pleasure, the girl gave herself over to Sera. It was a wonder that the princess kept her arms over her head. Sera could sense clearly that the girl wasn’t aware of her behavior anymore.

  “Now…show me how beautiful you are when you come,” Sera murmured, holding the girl tighter.

  The princess exploded with a long, tortured howl that reverberated in Sera’s body, making her want to come straight after her. Sera never stopped, but she slowed down the thrusts to let the princess ride out the last waves of her release.

  A while passed before the redhead began to blink and those amazing blue eyes filled with awareness. Dark crimson patches appeared on her already flushed cheeks. Satisfied, Sera removed her honey-covered hand.

  “Open.” Sera traced the princess’s swollen lips with one of her slick fingers, leaving a shiny trail behind. “Lick them clean.”

  Sera’s fingers disappeared between the girl’s soft lips before she sucked at each one of them separately. Sera fought the urge to close her eyes. A deliciously sweet tingle came from her fingertips as the redhead licked like a starved kitten would do with a bowlful of fresh cream. By the Goddess, she looks so innocent, but hell if she doesn’t know how to use that cute tongue! Sera forced herself to give the princess enough time to finish the task and to let the girl coat her tongue and lips with the sensual flavor.

  Only when Sera was sure she would be able to taste the princess’s sex on those inviting lips did she take the girl’s mouth. Sera swallowed the princess’s whimpers and steadied the girl’s trembling body against hers. Sera’s patience finally fled. She couldn’t wait anymore. Sorceress or not, her needs were human!

  “Go down on your knees.” Sera’s fingernails bit into her palms.

  The redhead obeyed and looked up with big, innocent eyes.

  “Spread your thighs as wide as possible and put your hands at your back.” Sera yanked at her long skirt, exposing her smooth sex to the princess. Opening her pussy with one hand, Sera managed to hold the skirt with the other one. “First, lap up all the cream. I want you to go over each and every single fold and crease. Once there’s no cream left, I want your mouth latched around my nub, and I want you to suck and spank it with your tongue. Understood?”

  The princess nodded, looking seemingly entranced at Sera’s glistening folds.

  “Do it!” The order came out sharper than Sera pretended, but her patience was over. Sera needed the princess’s mouth on her womanhood. Now!

  The princess moved her face close to Sera. A shiver went across Sera’s spine when the princess’s hot breath caressed her wet flesh. Just the idea of what was about to happen almost made Sera go crazy. When was the last time she had been so excited? Sera couldn’t remember if there had ever been a moment when her hands had shaken from sheer need. Pushing her hips against the princess, Sera sought the warmth coming from the redhead’s mouth.

  The princess lapped with shy, tiny strokes, sliding softly, almost imperceptibly against Sera’s flesh. A loud groan escaped Sera, caused by the sheer mix of torture and delight. Sera forced herself to let the princess explore on her own. By the curious look in her blue eyes, Sera supposed that this was the first time the redhead had tasted a woman so intimately.

  By the Goddess! If she keeps moaning against my cunt, I won’t be able to keep still much longer. Sera tried to ignore the low sounds the princess made against
her pussy and how those vibrations traveled through Sera’s body, causing her inner muscles to clench. And we’re only beginning!

  Obviously the princess didn’t dislike the task. The more the princess licked, the more voracious and adventurous she seemed to get. Soon the princess’s tongue explored deeper, searching her way into Sera’s most hidden corners and collecting every drop of honey on her way, as if Sera’s pussy was a spring in the middle of a desert.

  While the princess’s tongue stretched to find new territories, her nose pumped once and once again against Sera’s hardening nub. Sera moved her hips in unison with the princess. She impaled herself on the girl’s adventurous tongue as much as was possible, seeking to increase the contact, the rhythm, the pressure, and whatever else enabled her wild ride to ecstasy.

  Time passed too slowly. Sera reached for the girl’s red curls to take control. Pressing the princess’s head closer, Sera rubbed her aching pussy over the princess’s tongue with frantic movements until Sera’s low, husky roar filled the room and her body exploded in white light.

  Sera had to use all her willpower to separate herself from the princess’s swollen lips. The girl’s royal chin glistened with her juices, and her baby-blue eyes looked with such amazement on Sera that her knees buckled.

  “That’s the way you’re going to wake me up from now on each morning. The first thing I want to feel each dawn, before I open my eyelids, is your mouth between my thighs until I reach my peak on your tongue. If you fail to wake me with an orgasm, you’ll get not only a spanking, but you’ll be deprived of your own bliss for the rest of the day,” Sera warned.

  The princess nodded, biting her shiny lips.

  “Now clean yourself and take your place beside the table. Kneel on the floor with your thighs wide open so that the air can caress your pussy, and keep your arms at your back.” Sera didn’t take the time to see if the princess followed her orders as she went to the fireplace to finish dinner. She needed to regain control over herself before Her Royal Highness noticed her shaky hands.

  Chapter Three

  Rachel stared through the iron bars of her cage at the bed, where the first soft beams of light were about to reach the sorceress’s quiet figure. In her sleep, the sorceress seemed different, less cold and imposing, almost human. Rachel had never known another woman as strong, determined, and self-assured as the sorceress. Not everybody was able to hold their own with the king—or with me. The memory of her father’s face each time someone told him the sorceress had arrived to meet him made Rachel chuckle.

  Yes, the sorceress had a reputation all her own. People got out of the sorceress’s way. Even those who admired the sorceress preferred to do so from a distance, and there were lots of people who admired not only the woman’s strength and power but her beauty. The sorceress’s high cheekbones, those feline eyes with the hypnotic storm-gray irises, and the honey-colored skin gifted her with a mysterious aura and a strange, otherworldly beauty.

  Rachel turned around to alleviate her sore hips and back. Despite the blankets the sorceress had provided Rachel with, the floor was too hard for a woman used to a cushy feather mattress. How had those lazy palace guards managed to sleep outside her door? They didn’t even have a blanket or a pillow! Rachel was sure they slept, because when she felt too anxious with the strict castle rules, she used to sneak out at night. Sneaking out had always been quite easy. Rachel only had to wait until the guards began to snore—and how they snored!—and she was free to leap carefully over their legs and go for her freedom.

  Rachel drew her eyebrows together. When was the last time she had escaped from the castle? An eternity seemed to have passed. Her last breakout had been probably before Aritz’s disappearance. Maybe that was why she had felt so much pressure lately. There was a weight that seemed to press her down, making it difficult for her to smile or laugh even when she wanted to do so. Those escapes had always helped her to find herself, to feel more real. They had been her opportunity to mix with people who didn’t suspect she had royal blood running through her veins, who didn’t judge Rachel by her role as the king’s daughter, but as the person she really was.

  Her brother Aritz had also used to sneak out, though Aritz had always preferred more heroic ways to reach his freedom, like going through his window and climbing down the outer walls. Men! Rachel’s eyes burned. That was how Aritz had disappeared and ended up under the witch’s spell. Rachel missed him, his laughter, his hugs, and the way he had always protected and spoiled her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to recover him. Rachel glared over at the sorceress. Nothing!

  With the night about to end, Rachel became aware, again, of her nakedness. The sorceress had denied her any kind of covering since Rachel had crossed the doorstep. Not that Rachel could complain about the cold or that she required clothes for anything other than for pure modesty.

  Rachel bit her lip. She couldn’t deny a certain arousal in her current vulnerability, in the fact that another being was the owner of her body’s cravings and pleasure. Whatever humiliation the sorceress forced upon her, Rachel knew that the woman wouldn’t do her any harm. Although training wouldn’t be a piece of cake either.

  Last night’s memories made Rachel grind her teeth. Eating the stew from a bowl on the floor like a dog had turned the vegetables and beef into tasteless lumps. Rachel had tried to avoid the indignity, claiming she had already eaten before she left the castle, but the sorceress had given Rachel one spank for each word and ordered her to lick the bowl clean.

  If someone had told Rachel that things could get worse, she would have laughed. Well, she had been wrong. The sorceress had made Rachel crawl on all fours to a large mirror. Tears had rolled down Rachel’s cheeks as she saw her pathetic reflection in the shiny surface. The naked woman with the disheveled hair and the thick brown gravy smeared all over her face had seemed little more than an animal.

  “Tell me, my cute little princess, what is the difference between you and a dirty bitch?” The sorceress had pulled at Rachel’s hair, making her raise her head. “Look at you! You can’t find any? Maybe it’s time to use your safe word now, little princess. This is just the beginning.”

  Rachel hadn’t used her safe word. Neither had her breakdown stopped the sorceress from doing with Rachel whatever she wished until Rachel had ended with wiggling her ass and pleading for the sorceress’s help to come.

  Nevertheless, the sorceress’s aid came with a price. Rachel had climaxed, seeing how the pitiful woman in the mirror screamed out her ecstasy. Nothing of the proud, elegantly dressed princess from that morning was left in that woman in the mirror. Nobody who knew Rachel would have recognized the gracious princess in the wanton wench.

  If Rachel hadn’t been aware that the sorceress was using humiliation on purpose to press her to quit, she would have probably fled—naked and all—to find a dark hole and hide for the rest of her life. Only the knowledge of the sorceress’s torturous plans gave Rachel the strength to endure the shame of being confronted with her lascivious, uncontrolled self.

  How had the sorceress been able to turn all that embarrassment into bliss? Those had been the strongest orgasms of Rachel’s life! The way the sorceress had played with Rachel’s body, making her plead and beg to reach each and every release had Rachel still humming in pleasure and lust. Never had she been as aware of her own senses as she had since she entered the sorceress’s home, and that was something that aroused more than Rachel’s curiosity.

  The cage’s door suddenly unlocked with a loud click. Rachel flinched with a shrill gasp. Magic! She pressed a hand to her throat and tried to calm down. She should have known that the sorceress would use magic to open the door. How else could Rachel have complied with the sorceress’s order?

  A shiver ran through Rachel. The moment she’d been expecting, and at the same time had been afraid of for the whole night, had arrived. She crawled out of the cage and went to the bed.

  The sorceress was still asleep. The woman’s firm, small breasts move
d up and down in a slow rhythm set by her deep, even breathing. Dark, stiff nipples stood out under the white nightgown, and the unfastened buttons offered a generous glimpse of the sorceress’s cleavage and the enticing curves of those inviting globes. Anticipation stirred within Rachel. How would it feel to trace the outline of those breasts? Would they really be as firm as they seemed? Rachel’s fingers itched to explore, but she repressed the urge. What would happen if the sorceress woke up and found Rachel fondling her without permission? The instructions had been clear. The sorceress wanted to wake up coming on Rachel’s tongue.

  Rachel’s gaze traveled over the elegant curves of the slim, feminine body. A slow, forbidden feeling grew in Rachel. With shaky fingers, Rachel gripped the nightgown and pulled carefully, slowly uncovering the sorceress’s long legs. Rachel faltered as the edge of the nightgown reached the apex of the sorceress’s toned thighs. Holding her breath, Rachel kept pulling with both hands until the nightgown was heaped up over the woman’s flat stomach.

  Sliding her hands between the sorceress’s relaxed legs, Rachel spread them enough to place a knee between them. Rachel stared, fascinated, at where the first light of dawn was finally reaching the sorceress through the window. The soft beams seemed to be showing Rachel the way to the woman’s smooth, satiny-looking pussy. Rachel clenched her hands so tight her fingernails pressed into her sweaty palms. No touching to verify if the skin there is as smooth as it seems. I’m supposed to wake her up with my tongue, not my fingers! Rachel chided herself, ashamed by her forbidden desires.

  Ignoring the growing dampness between her thighs, Rachel tried to convince herself that the reason she bent and nuzzled the other woman’s sex was to comply with the woman’s order. Rachel had never had the opportunity to be so close to another woman, to study her, to smell her, much less to taste her. Yesterday had been the first time, but she’d been too nervous to really take everything in. With the sorceress’s gaze on her, Rachel had been more aware of herself than what she had been doing to serve the woman.