Erotic Tales of the Nyphrazi - Complete 7 Part Series

by Minky St Anne

  Aurum pushes me back and I’m surprised to feel the hard surface of the altar rippling under me like a living thing, pushing my hips high. If it wasn’t for the god-damned golden chastity belt he’s saddled me with, I’d be feeling incredibly on display right now.

  No sooner has this thought popped into my head than my hips are raised even further and Aurum nudges my thighs apart. He then runs his finger from my mons all the way around to my ass and as he does so, the solid gold of the mantle separates as though it’s butter, dragging any soft tissue with it.

  First the lips of my labia are pulled to the sides, leaving my clit on show to the world, then it’s as though I’ve had a funnel inserted into my vagina and anus, so wide are they spread. When Aurum runs his finger down my slit again, holy hell, I can feel him, everywhere.

  What follows is a pure piece of theatre with every one of Aurum’s actions done as though for an audience. Every movement is exaggerated although I can only see what he’s doing when I pop my head up. Running his tongue down the inside of one thigh, he then skips across my mons, where he tweaks my clit, before sweeping up the other thigh. And repeat.

  The backwards and forwards movement is mesmerizing and I can feel myself silently counting down the seconds between each pass. Something that eventually proves impossible when I give into the sensations that are engulfing my body.

  Every time he closes his lips on my clit, I can feel the opening of my vagina twitch against the gold that’s holding it wide. The same thing happens with my anus. When Aurum slides a finger into each of these while sucking hard on my nubbin, I yield to the orgasm that rushes through me and that works hard against the fingers that he’s now rubbing together through the wall of flesh that is all that separates them.

  I’m still limp when I feel the table flatten beneath me. Sensing a dimming in the light, I open my eyes and am confused to find I’m now looking up at a shimmering roof of gold rather than a clear blue sky peppered with wispy clouds. There’s been none of the usual brain buzz to let me know I was being zapped somewhere else.

  I quick turn of my head confirms I’m in a cave, but it’s like no other I’ve ever seen. It’s not just round; it’s a perfect dome and looks to be mathematically precise down to percentage points. The floor is ballroom-flat while the curve of the ceiling is perfectly smooth without a single opening to mar its perfection.

  Every surface, even the floor, is covered in the gleaming metal meaning that the tapers that stand at regular intervals around the altar have their light multiplied in brightness. That the golden ceiling, walls and floors have been buffed to a high polish means I can also see my reflection everywhere I look, even if it is a little soft.

  It’s while I’m looking sideways that I see the reflection of Aurum climbing onto the altar. Turning back to face him, I’m not surprised to see him looking very pleased with himself.

  “That was nothing. You will scream your release over and over when I fill you. As will I! Nysa will be mine,” he says, his tone trespassing ever so slightly into Crazyland.

  He crawls forward like something out of a cabaret show until my legs are spread wide. Then as though out of my dream, he unhooks the chain that holds his fettyred-cock snug against his stomach, and it bounces free. With the merest touch from this to my golden-coated sex, the opening to my vagina spreads even wider.

  Aurum leans forward on his forearms before casually burying himself deep inside of me with a simple twist of his hips. Being as open as I am, I’m only conscious of him when already he’s partway inside me, meaning every time he thrusts, he nudges my G-spot.

  This nudge and thrust keeps up with my hips now rising to meet his, although it’s still not enough and so I wrap my legs around his waist. The faster we fuck the more my golden coating ripples until I can feel my anus pulsing while my clit is being squeezed from the sides.

  Opening my eyes I’m put out to see Aurum looking off to the side rather than down at me and it takes a second to realize he’s looking at his reflection in the golden walls. I’m about to give him grief over it when he takes all his weight on one arm and places the other on my head.

  The familiar buzzing overtakes my brain and a second later, I find myself straddling him with the golden altar taking care of thrusting his hips up and down without any effort on his part. I feel like I’m riding an X-rated mechanical bull. With his arms clasped behind his head and a smug grin marring his annoyingly beautiful face, he’s what I’d describe as showboating.

  But fuck it feels so damned good and I can’t stop myself from grinding away at him in an effort to reach orgasm. And I’m close, oh, so close. I need help, but when I move a hand towards my clit, Aurum’s face darkens with anger, stilling me.

  “No. You will not!” he yells, loud enough that I lean away from him.

  Feeling movement, I look down and can see my clit is being squished outwards by the gold that surrounds it and so when I see Aurum unhook one of his hands from behind his head, I’m expecting some manual stimulation. But he’s far too much the showman to make it that simple.

  Instead he swirls a couple of fingers in mid-air and I’m surprised to see streams of gold shoot out the roof of the cave before zooming straight for my pearl. They tangle around it pulsing with energy and moving me ever closer to the edge. As if sensing I’m not quite there yet, Aurum reluctantly unhooks his other arm and this time swirls his entire hand in the air. Rather than streams of gold, a solid ball of the stuff drops from the roof of the cave, hitting me dead on target and buzzing with enough energy to shove me straight into a multiple orgasm.

  It’s only after the third climax that I become aware of applause. On opening my eyes I’m disturbed to see that the smooth walls are no longer so, with golden ledges now jutting out at regular intervals and with every one of them having a naked stranger sitting on it. But, glancing around, I realize not everyone in the audience is a stranger. Ben is there with the Goddess Cuprum although he’s mostly hidden because she’s straddling him.

  She’s facing towards me and looks me straight in the eye to check for my reaction as she pumps herself up and down on his hard length like it’s an Olympic event. I wouldn’t say she looks bored exactly, but rather than being lost in the throes of passion she looks more like she’s chowing down on a big juicy steak. Maybe Ben is right about the gods feeding off our sexual release.

  I don’t want to feel turned on, but the sight of Ben’s copper-studded cock plunging into Cuprum’s slick depths over and over does funny things to me and I’m unable to look away. That the chains that dissect her depths pull tight each time she drops herself on him, only adds to the allure.

  By now, Ben is gripping the goddess tightly around her waist and desperately jerking his hips up in hard thrusts, with any sense of control long gone. When he finally comes, I welcome the small shudder of release that also shimmies through me much to Aurum’s disgust when I tighten around him and he realizes what’s happened.

  He wastes no time yanking himself free of me.

  A woman, who looks to be entirely coated in gold, stands, all the while clapping insultingly slowly before she spits out, “You didn’t come close to achieving Nysa! What a waste of my time.” She clicks her fingers and disappears immediately.

  To say she’s hit a nerve with Aurum would be an understatement. Man does he look pissed. Before I know what’s happening, he drops his palm on top of my head and bam, I’m back in the clearing behind the cabin, the altar’s gone and so are my clothes. The one thing that’s back with a vengeance is the snow. A second later Ben appears next to me.

  “Fucking hell, we’ll freeze if we stay out here,” he says.

  I don’t need any encouragement from him to start slipping and sliding my way towards the tree line and the path back to the cabin. I throw one arm across my boobs to lessen the jiggling and slap my other hand over my mons to keep the worst of the cold at bay.

  By the time we get inside, we’re shivering and only pause long enough to throw a multitude
of logs into the wood fire before climbing up to the sleeping loft and into bed to warm up.

  Fortunately it doesn’t take long and we don’t seem to be suffering from frostbite despite scrambling around in the snow in bare feet. Ben runs his hands all over my body, supposedly to check for damage, but all he discovers is my clit on general display, with Aurum seemingly having forgotten to close the mantle in his haste to dump me from his stage show. The blob of gold energy that had finally pushed me over the edge is thankfully gone. I don’t have to wait long for Ben to start stroking me.

  “That feels amazing,” I gasp out.

  “I’ll bet it looks that way too,” says Ben, before whipping the covers back.

  Thankfully the temperature in the loft is now pushing boiling point and so this is no hardship. Neither is the look I get from Ben when he settles himself between my legs and looks closely at my ornament.

  “Wow, that’s weird.”

  I poke my head up to look at him over my boobs, “What?”

  “There’s what looks like a gold ring embedded around your G. Can you feel it?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Hang on a sec.”

  Ben slides a finger inside of me and I can tell when he’s touched my G-spot because of the vibrating that starts deep inside of me.

  “Fuck me,” is all I can manage to stutter with my capacity for rational thought shattered by the vibrating that is gaining in strength with each passing second.

  Ben takes my oath as a command and he’s soon ball-deep inside of me.

  “Fucking hell,” he stutters out.

  “Can you feel it too?”

  “Hell yes,” says Ben, before withdrawing only to slide slowly back in as though savoring every inch.

  We don’t last long, being unable to fight the overwhelming spasms that rock the pair of us. And all this even though Ben’s cock is free of studs, with them having disappeared by the time we’d made it back to the cabin.

  “I think I’ll keep this one,” I say, my voice softened by my recent orgasm.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” says Ben, although I can’t tell if he’s agreeing with me or coming again.

  Chapter Three

  No longer in a sensual haze, I have to ask Ben about our shared experience in the cave of gold.

  “So what did you think of my performance with Aurum?”

  Ben raises himself up on an elbow so he can look down at me. “What performance?”

  “The one where he fucked me on the gold altar.”

  “Gold altar?”

  I can tell by his look of confusion that he has no idea what I’m talking about.

  “But I could see Cuprum pumping herself up and down on your cock like her life depended on it.”

  “You could?” Ben rotates his hand indicating I should continue.

  “Yeah, one minute Aurum was screwing my brains out on the altar in a clearing behind the cabin, next minute we’re in a cave that looks to be totally made out of gold. It was empty when we first got there, then, bam it’s like Nyphrazi X Factor.

  “Huh?”

  “Applause, audience feedback and then I got voted off by Aurum. I think I was ruining his act.”

  I go on to explain Aurum’s weird behavior, his posing and bragging.

  “Sounds like my roommate in college. Fucking narcissist.”

  Ben sums up what this had meant for him and, more importantly, any girls unlucky enough to date this self-proclaimed expert in the sack.

  “Aurum wasn’t even that good. I nearly had to finish for him.” I’m unable to keep the disgust out of this critique.

  After Ben stops laughing, I continue. “There’s not much chance of him achieving Nysa, if I don’t get my rocks off.”

  “Nysa?”

  Shit, I’d forgotten he knows nothing about this and my experiences with Vyran and Seolfer. After taking a deep breath, I unburden myself, hoping Ben can see I haven’t had a lot of choice in matters.

  “Shit,” says Ben.

  I lie frozen, waiting for him to get up and get dressed.

  “That is so fucking hot!”

  He proceeds to show me how hot he thinks it is by climbing on top of me and burying himself as deep as he can. The ring starts vibrating a second later and builds in intensity until my whole pelvis is humming and tingling. Ben drives himself into me, but he’s not deep enough to satisfy me and so I swing my legs up and around his waist and I’m rewarded when his next thrust almost pins me to the bed. I’m thinking it can’t get any more amazing, when the vibrations from the ring fan out through the rest of my body until I can even feel my nipples buzzing.

  “Ooooh, don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop!”

  It’s fine and clear the next morning, which is just as well considering the clothes we’d been wearing the day before were lost in space and time. Luckily there are enough odds and ends for us to dress in without freezing our asses off; left behind or forgotten by people over the years.

  “I’m going to have to remember to start packing spare kit, if this becomes a habit,” I say, fighting to do up the pair of jeans Ben has handed me. They’re more than snug, they’re intimate and I suspect their previous owner was either a twelve year old boy or a super model.

  “I don’t know, I quite like them,” says Ben, running his thumbnail up the straining zipper and causing all sorts of reactions from my clit just on the other side of the fabric.

  Ben’s truck is still sitting where we’d abandoned it the day before, although it’s now under a ridiculously large pile of snow. But we’re not complaining, we’re simply pleased to see it’s out there at all and not stuck with the Nyphrazi like our clothes.

  By the time we’ve dug it free, including clearing some snow out of the cab itself, it’s late afternoon. I’d had to stop on a few occasions because my jeans rubbing against my still-proud clit had me climaxing all over the show. Quite the achievement for someone who’d had trouble attaining an orgasm in the past.

  Ben had tried to remove the mantle but the tools he’d collected from his office simply weren’t up to the task and I was worried he’d remove more than the gold. I’d rather wait than risk female circumcision and it’s not like I can’t have sex with the current set up.

  It’s dark when we arrive at my folks’ place, well as dark as it can be with every light in the place going. Visible from space and all that.

  “See you at work tomorrow,” I say, before kissing Ben quickly.

  “Later.”

  I’m in the mud room ditching my borrowed size ten boots when the door to the living room is wrenched open.

  “Where the hell have you been?” says my dad, his countenance an interesting mix of anger and relief.

  “At the cabin with Ben my, ah, friend from work.” I still haven’t let on to my parents how advanced our relationship is.

  “You said you were going for the day,” says my mom, coming to peer around my dad, her eyes brimming with tears.

  Crap. How much time have I lost? I can’t simply ask and so hope to hell I’m going to be able to fudge my way through it.

  “Ah, the weather closed in. We were stuck. My phone doesn’t work up there.” Out of excuses, I stumble to a halt.

  “We were so worried,” says my mom, pushing her way past my dad so she can hug me tightly and bursting into tears in the process.

  I’m closing my bedroom door when I hear my dad on the phone to the Sheriff’s office telling them that I’ve turned up. The one good thing about my folks being so anxious is that they didn’t seem to notice I was wearing someone else’s clothes. A quick glance at my bedside clock and I realize why they’d been so worried.

  “Four days!” I peer closely at the digital readout and squint. Yep, still four days. “Fuck, I hope I’ve still got a job.”

  Searching through the pockets of my backpack I eventually locate my mobile. It’s close to dying and so I plug it into the charger before phoning Ben. He picks up after one ring.

  “Four d
ays,” I hiss, although I feel like screaming.

  “Huh?” says Ben, letting me know he’s still under the impression we’ve been zapped home the same day as in the past.

  “Those bastards sent us back in a different time zone. We’ve lost four days. My parents were freaking when I walked in under my own steam rather than being rolled in on a gurney.”

  “Crap,” says Ben, once the impact of this development makes itself known to him.

  “I just hope I’ve still got a job!” I say, thumping myself down on my bed.

  “You and me both, sweetheart.”

  Getting dressed the following morning, it doesn’t take long to realize that a skirt is going to be my best option. Wearing jeans is simply too stimulating with the bottom of the zipper working hard against my clit. Poor thing would be rubbed raw by the end of the day. After a decent amount of rummaging, I eventually find my old ice hockey Jillstrap and am relieved when I get it sitting in such a way as to protect me.

  I arrive at work early, in hopes of throwing myself on Glory’s mercy and with luck keeping my job. I’ve still got too much credit card debt to tell her to shove it if she doesn’t like it.

  “Where in blue blazes have you been?” Glory punctuates this demand by burying a cleaver in the lump of meat lying innocently on the chopping board in front of her.

  Not the most auspicious start to negotiations, but I have to at least try.

  “I was out of town on Sunday with Ben, for the day, but we got snowed in. I couldn’t phone because there wasn’t a signal.”

  I assume a meek stance but have to resort to wringing my hands and squeezing out a few tears before she relents.

  “Could happen to anyone,” she says, eventually, her tone begrudging.

  After thanking her profusely and possibly too much, I swing around to go put my bag in my locker though I’m stopped in my tracks when she mutters, “But I’ll expect you to work doubles to make up the time.”