by A. J. Markam
“Don’t you want to see more, master?” she asked, and slowly began spiraling her fingers around her breasts, removing the bubbles from her skin, until all that was left was two mounds of white foam over her nipples.
Ohhhhhhh mama…
“This is awkward again,” Stig announced from the corner.
I turned around and pitched him a silver coin from my bag. “Go get a bottle of wine down in the bar and don’t come back. I’ll come get you.”
Stig caught the coin midair and looked happier than I’d seen him in days.
“You got it, boss!” he hooted, then disappeared – not out the door, but out the open window. Apparently he was in too much of a hurry to use the stairs.
Alaria smirked as she lay back in the water, completely submerging her assets again. “What, you think getting rid of your imp is going to get you a better show?”
“No, I just didn’t him reminding me what happened in the wardrobe the other night,” I said crossly. “I don’t ever want to hear ‘This is awkward’ again.”
The room filled with her delicate, feminine laughter. “He was only telling the truth!”
“Doesn’t mean I have to listen to it.”
I went over to the bed and started fiddling with my suit, which was laid out on the comforter.
“Are you going to take a bath?” Alaria asked.
“After you’re finished.”
“You know… there’s room enough in here for both of us.”
I looked around at her sharply. “Very funny.”
She batted her eyes flirtatiously. “We’ve bathed together before. I don’t see why this time should be any different.”
Something inside me snapped. “You just like to twist me up in knots just so you can feed your own damn ego.”
She smirked. “And you aren’t enjoying it?”
“No, I’m not.”
“You don’t enjoy seeing me naked?”
“I… actually, that part’s great, but the mind games and crap that goes along with it sucks.”
“If I gave you one wish,” she said, “something that can happen in this room, what would you wish for?”
I stared at her, and I could feel myself growing hard again.
Then I wised up.
“You’re not going to grant my wish, so what’s the point in answering that question?” I said in irritation.
She leaned up against the edge of the tub, folded her arms across the top, and balanced her chin atop her hands. She looked wildly enticing and somehow innocent at the same time.
What she said next, though, was anything but innocent.
“Would you like me to take you in my mouth?”
I gulped. I hadn’t been expecting that.
“Would you like me to get you hard… and then suck on you?” She smiled and suggestively licked her lips. “Would you like me to play with your balls as I slowly move up and down on your shaft, my tongue soft as velvet, slowly bringing you higher and higher until you explode in my mouth?”
I didn’t say anything. Although I think the bulge in my pants did the talking for me.
Suddenly she returned to her same old game: she went cold. A 180 degree change in attitude. Her face grew distant, and her eyes turned icy.
“It’s always about what you masters want. You humans. You always take and take and take without any thought about the person you’re taking from.”
“I’m not like that,” I said defensively.
“Oh no?” She raised her arms, put her interlaced fingers behind her head, then settled back into the water. “What exactly would you do for me, with no thought of pleasure for yourself?”
I stared at her. “Are you asking me to… go down on you?”
She raised an eyebrow seductively. “I don’t know… would you?”
My heart was hammering in my chest. “Of course I would.”
She smirked. “As foreplay to get what you really want.”
“No – I would do it just to bring you pleasure. That’s all.”
And it was true. I would count myself incredibly lucky if I was able to get anywhere near that close to her incredible body.
All of a sudden she stood up from the bath, soap and water dripping down off her gorgeous form. She grabbed a pitcher sitting by the bath, then poured clean water down her neck, shoulders, chest, and back.
It was the first unobstructed view I had ever had of her perfect body.
Her breasts were absolutely magnificent. Her areolas were the way I’d seen them in glimpses back at the pool: the size of half dollars and a dusky, brownish red that contrasted with the pure red of her skin. The edges were beautiful – almost like someone had airbrushed them onto her body. Her nipples stood out just the tiniest bit from the rest of her breasts, less than an eighth of an inch.
But what I hadn’t seen yet was down below. Below her navel was a rectangular thatch of curly black hair – more of a landing strip than anything. The rest was completely bare.
My erection was about to burst out of my pants any second.
“You said you would do something for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone,” she purred. “So prove it.”
She stepped out of the bathtub and onto the floor, then expanded her wings to their fullest width. She did that thing from back at the river where her body vibrated the slightest bit, and the water droplets vaporized from her skin.
Now fully dry, she walked over to the bed right next to me. She crawled across the sheets and then lay on her back, her black wings spread out beneath her. She put her head on a pillow and regarded me calmly, one knee up in the air, the other leg lying flat on the bed.
“Well?” she said, and then glanced down below her waist. “It ain’t gonna lick itself.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Part of me was like, Don’t do this – you have no idea what the consequences could be.
But another part was yelling, Screw the consequences!
Spoiler alert: that part won.
I settled down on the bed between her legs and gently pushed her thighs apart. They opened up before me, revealing her soft, hairless lips.
She was absolutely gorgeous. I had only been with a few women, but I’d seen a fair amount of porn on the internet, and I’d never seen anything quite this beautiful before. Delicate lips, the swell of her mound, the tip of her hood, and a tiny red pearl peeking out.
I crept up closer to her and positioned myself right between her thighs.
She looked down at me from the pillow and smirked like, Well?
I had done this enough with my girlfriend Amy that I wasn’t particularly worried about technique. Oral was the one thing I actually felt pretty confident about.
The truth of it was, I was doing this for my pleasure, not hers. Or not just hers. I might not get naked, and my own junk might not get any attention, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
I leaned over and brought my mouth close to her lips – but I didn’t touch her. I just waited there, breathing lightly against her skin.
She watched me, her eyes locked on mine.
And then, slowly, softly, I bent my head forward and I kissed her.
Her eyelids twitched, like she was trying to keep her expression neutral but failed the tiniest bit.
I kissed her again – but this time, I let my lips trail slowly across her silky smooth skin. Lightly, like I was trying to tickle her with my lower lip. I moved my mouth towards the juncture of her leg and her torso, and licked her softly – not directly on her most sensitive parts, but close by.
God, she was smooth and soft.
Her rib cage was moving up and down a little more rapidly. Other than that, there wasn’t any reaction on her face at all.
I kissed her again in the crook of her leg, and licked the slightest bit, feeling the firm muscles beneath her skin. Then I kissed softly, gently, back across her lips to the middle of her cleft, slowly tickling her with my lips as I moved up and down.
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sp; The next time I looked at her face, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be lost in a private reverie.
That emboldened me – and turned me on. I begin to lick her lips very softly, starting down low and moving very gently upwards to the top of her cleft.
A tiny groan escaped her lips. Nothing loud, just a murmur.
That was enough to urge me onward. I let the tip of my tongue slowly ease itself inside her.
God, she was hot – not just sexy, but warmer than a normal woman. Not scalding hot or anything, but definitely above normal body temperature.
And her taste – damn she tasted amazing. It was that cinnamon and vanilla scent all over again, but spicier – in a good way. And sweet. She tasted like a much milder version of hot cinnamon candy, and it made my tongue tingle as I sank deep within her.
This time, the groan that escaped her lips wasn’t nearly as subtle.
Not only that, but I could see that her nipples had begun to grow harder, and to poke out farther from her firm breasts.
The sounds she made, and the sight of her getting visibly excited, turned me on even more.
I reached my arms up around her legs, and let my fingers caress gently down her belly, starting at her navel and travelling down to her little strip of hair.
At the same time, I began to lick her up and down, until I found the little swelling bud of her clitoris. I began to lick it softly with my tongue, then a little faster, a little more urgently, with more pressure – until the intermittent groans escaping from her mouth didn’t stop, but kept increasing in need and intensity.
I noticed that she moved one of her hands to her breast and began lightly circling her areola with a fingernail, occasionally stroking the hard, erect nipple with her fingertip.
Now I was incredibly turned on. But rather than concentrate on my own pleasure, I focused on hers.
Time for the next stage. I pulled one of my hands away from her belly, brought it up to my mouth, and licked my finger. Then I positioned it right between her two swollen lips and slowly eased it inside her as I began to lick her clit again.
She was so warm inside. And so wet – her juices tasted even sweeter and more like cinnamon than they had just 30 seconds before. I knew that all of this wetness wasn’t coming from my saliva.
Alaria arched her lower back, and her low groans turned into whimpering. She was actively clutching both her breasts now with her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.
With my free hand, I reached up and cupped her breast. It was firm and soft all at once, and way more than a handful. I touched her nipple with my finger –
She suddenly grabbed my hand without looking and pressed it harder into her boob, urging me on in a frenzy.
I almost came in my pants just from that – but I had more to do.
With the finger of my other hand inside her, I began to stroke her, curling my finger in a ‘come hither’ motion as I kept licking her clit.
Now she was pressing her hips against my face, trying to get more pressure from my mouth. So I gave it.
I begin to suck on her – lightly trying to pull her clit into my mouth, alternating with swirls of my tongue around the hood. At the same time, I was stroking inside her faster and firmer.
She was actively writhing on the bed now, her hips straining against my face, smashing her breasts together with her hands, her facial expression somewhere between agony and ecstasy. That was when I pulled my finger out.
Her eyes popped open and she looked down at me with a look like, What the hell are you doing?!
I thought about walking away from the bed and saying, Bored now – which is exactly the sort of treatment she would have given me.
But the truth was, I was enjoying myself too damn much to stop.
I grinned at her, then licked not only my index finger that had been inside her, but also my middle finger. Then, while she stared me in the eyes, I slipped both of them inside her.
Immediately her eyes rolled back in her head, she closed her lids in ecstasy, and she arched her head back as she moaned.
I went back to stroking her, but this time with both fingers, as I licked and sucked outside.
She was so wet – and the warmth from her body was like a furnace.
I moved my free hand from her breasts down to her waist, then under her ass. Oh God… my hand just kept going from one incredible sensation to the next, as I cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed.
With my other hand, I begin to move my fingers in and out of her rapidly, still rubbing her G spot, but adding more pressure as I touched inside her. And my tongue was wild – it licked and sucked and caressed and toyed with her, playing with her clit until it seemed like my mouth was joined to her body in a link of pure pleasure and bliss.
Her tail began to whip back and forth on the bed, wrapping around my arm and neck. I kept teasing her, pleasing her, sucking and licking. She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking against my mouth. Her hands gripped her breasts violently, her entire body arched –
I began to feel a tightening around my fingers, a rhythmic pulse –
And then all of a sudden she grabbed my head and pushed me away!
Which was the exact opposite of what I’d been expecting.
Any second now I though she was going to grab my head and force me harder into her.
I froze and looked up at her wide-eyed.
She scurried backwards, my fingers pulling out of her automatically as she backed away.
Her face looked angry – or was it scared? I couldn’t tell.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, bewildered.
“Nothing,” she said in a dull voice as she got up out of bed. “I just don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Why not?! I thought you were enjoying it!”
“I’m sure it looked that way,” she said coldly, “but I’m not.”
That made me angry.
I got to my feet and growled, “You’re lying! You were enjoying it!”
“I was just acting,” she said coldly, but she wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
“Bullshit!”
She suddenly faced me and hissed like a feral creature baring its teeth in self-defense. “Leave me alone. Do you understand? Leave me alone.”
Then she stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
I stood there with my erection throbbing painfully in my pants – but all I felt was bewilderment, shock, and hurt at how she had reacted.
33
An hour later we were walking through the dusty streets of town, away from the inn and towards the plantation where the ball would be held.
We were dressed in our purchased finery – me and Stig in our suits, and Alaria in her French Revolution-era dress.
Thanks to their enchanted jewelry, my two demons’ illusions were complete. Stig looked like a dwarf stuffed into a tux, and this time had the benefit of having his junk (or lack thereof) covered by pants.
Alaria looked stunning. Her milky white skin and her white hair piled atop her head made her look exactly like Marie Antoinette.
I didn’t look too bad myself. I was a little worried that the scepter strapped to the back of my jacket would cause some stares at the ball, but nobody on the street gave me a second look.
But at the moment, I wasn’t thinking about what lay at the end of our path. I was thinking about what had happened just an hour before.
“I think we should talk about this,” I said to Alaria.
“I don’t,” she said, as she held the hem of her dress several inches above the dirt road. “God I hate these things – I don’t understand how you humans wear them all the time…”
“Are you talking about the dress?”
“Yes, of course,” she snapped. “What else would I be talking about?”
“I guess it makes sense, since you wear next to nothing. Speaking of wearing absolutely nothing, an hour ago – ”
“Awkward,” Stig piped up from next to
us.
“I told you I don’t want to talk about this,” Alaria hissed.
“How could you be enjoying yourself that much and then just coldly shut it all down?”
“Oh, yes, of course,” she said in a cutting voice, “I was enjoying myself sooo much. You’re the absolute best I’ve ever had,” she said sarcastically.
I stepped back, stung by her words.
I could see something in her eyes – hesitancy? Regret?
I wasn’t sure. And I didn’t give a damn.
“Never mind,” I said coldly. “Let’s just drop it.”
“Okay,” she agreed quietly. Her voice wasn’t belligerent now; in fact, there was almost a quality of submissiveness to it. Unless she was acting again.
On the outside I was calm, but I was raging inside. For a second I thought about canceling the entire quest just to punish her, then sending her back to wherever she came from and just leveling up on my own until I could get a new demon helper.
Stig had been right – hot chicks were nothing but trouble.
But then I realized how petty I was being. I needed the quests – and I had already agreed to help her. Why go back on that just because she wasn’t returning my affections like I wanted?
She’d told me before she didn’t want to sleep with me. The whole oral sex thing had been more or less a dare. It’s not like she’d fallen into bed with me overcome by emotion or passion or desire.
And oh my God… that falling into bed part… no matter what, I was immensely grateful
for what I’d been able to experience. I’d never been with a woman as hot as Alaria before, and probably never would be again. I was batting waaaaay out of my league with her.
Despite the fact that I didn’t get an equal amount of attention out of it, the experience had been overwhelmingly pleasurable for me – at least up until the very end. All I could think of was the feel of her lips and clit on my tongue, the taste of her in my mouth, the smoothness of her skin, the absolute heaven of clutching her breast and ass…
That’s what hurt the most. Getting to experience heaven, and then getting yanked out of it, probably never to return. That was pretty goddamn depressing.
And her attitude in just the last few minutes had been incredibly bruising to my ego.
