Chapter 42
My lips met hers, and she responded forthwith by winding her arms about my waist and drawing me into a sharp embrace. I had been the one to initiate it, yet within but a breath she assumed the lead, pressing soft pecks upon my lips. Her half-lidded teal eyes spoke of longing desire as her tongue slipped betwixt my slightly parted lips. Our breaths quickened the very instant our tongues found one another.
We moaned in unison, our tongues engaged in a slow and passionate dance, again and again. I closed my eyes, tasting her as she did taste me in return.
Oh, Ombrithar…
My body was melting with her every touch. She was sending blissful tingles throughout my limbs, down to my very soul. I had believed myself no longer capable of knowing such heaven, and yet here she was, delivering ecstasy unto me. It was not as though she kissed me, but rather cast some spell upon me.
I could feel how drenched my sex had become. Our tongues pressed and glided together with urgency now. My hands slid downward, and I took hold of her beautifully rounded buttocks, the feel of them making my pearl throb with aching desire.
We descended to the stone in silent accord. I pressed myself over her and eased her onto her back. She parted her legs for me, and I nestled between them, our mouths still devouring one another as my hands moved swiftly to her bodice, yanking it down then worked at the laces of her corset with haste.
At last, I loosened it enough and pulled it down. Her full breasts spilled into my hands. I shivered in delight and squeezed them.
"Ngn…" she breathed, her back arching.
I lowered myself and took her sweet, pale peak into my mouth, flickering the hardened bud with my tongue whilst I twisted and rolled the other between my fingers.
She squirmed beneath me, a hand resting atop my head, her chest rising, feeding herself further into my mouth. I gave it several firm sucks, then moved to the side of her breast, gliding my tongue across the roundness, kissing it, sucking, leaving my marks upon her pale skin. I knew not what had possessed me, only that I wished to claim this body as mine.
When I had marked one breast to my satisfaction, I turned to the other and gave it equal devotion. Her lovely skin now bore the taste of salt, for she had begun to sweat. I never imagined salt could taste so sweet. Her taste was utterly addictive.
When her breasts were full with the evidence of my worship, I kissed her lips once more, then descended between her thighs and parted the slit of her drawers.
The sight that greeted me was divine.
Desire dripped freely from her hairless slit. Her pearl stood erect, her sex pulsing, her rosebud puckering. I felt my own lower regions mirroring hers.
I took hold of her thighs and laid soft kisses upon the inner part of one, just beside her center. She whimpered, lifting her hips toward me.
A sudden nervousness seized me. I had touched myself many times. I knew where it felt good, at least upon my own flesh. But never before had I done such things to another. I did not wish for her first time with me to be unsatisfying.
She whimpered again.
I swiftly recalled the many occasions in which Queen Yseldra had indulged me in that act. I must now employ her technique, and with haste.
I pressed a soft kiss upon Nerisseqa's tender bud.
"Arghh!" she cried, her body seizing at once, her thighs clamping firmly about my head.
My heart thundered. I flicked her pearl swiftly with my tongue, then slipped two fingers into her drenched, tight sex and thrust them in rapid rhythm. Mere seconds passed before her hot release gushed forth, wetting my chin, sliding down my fingers, and dripping to my wrist.
"Haa… haa…" she gasped, her thighs at last loosening their hold upon me.
But I could not stop. I wished to enjoy her still.
I pulled my fingers out and covered her sex with my mouth, pushing my tongue deep within her as I slid a finger into her rosebud. Her front and back were impossibly tight.
"Agh!" she jerked, still sensitive from her peak. I knew I ought to stop, but her every twitch and every moan drove me to madness.
Oh… how exquisite she looked. Each movement sent her breasts into the most wicked motion. The view from where I knelt was heavenly.
I worked my tongue within her womanhood, thrusting as I pushed a second finger into her rear. Now I was no longer certain whether Queen Yseldra was the sole one possessed of such a fondness for that place. All I knew was that the act of moving in and out of her behind proved most arousing. She had rendered my breath most ragged.
I hiked up my dress with my free hand and braced myself upon my knees. Without delay, I reached between my thighs and rubbed my aching bud.
"Mmm…" my voice mingled with hers as my body trembled in sheer pleasure.
With no support for my upper half, the position was difficult to maintain. Sweat clung to my skin. Yet the pleasure was overwhelming, and she was utterly enraptured.
I drew my tongue from her core and moved to her pearl, whilst my fingers continued their steady thrusts within her rear. I circled my bud with my own finger, just as I circled hers with my tongue.
"Uhn…" we moaned together, our bodies quivering in shared delight.
I pressed harder upon my pearl and matched the motion with my tongue upon hers. I then rubbed side to side, and mirrored the movement on her. We jolted in unison.
My eyes fell upon her pert breasts. Oh how I wished to seat myself upon them. I wished to grind my dripping sex upon her chest, to rub my hardened pearl against those mounds until I burst. I longed to see my sinful release spill over her skin, to watch her eyes witness my ruin.
A whimper escaped my lips.
I thrust into her more fervently, fingers sinking deeper. I wished for her to come again, to pour her sweetness into my mouth. I rubbed myself with all my fingers now, stopping only to strike my pearl with a few sharp slaps.
"Mmph…" I breathed, drunk on her.
I slipped my tongue back into her sex, desperate to receive her. She was soaked. Oh yes, she was wet beyond reason. I licked. I sucked. I slurped. I swallowed. Her taste was divine, maddeningly so.
I pushed a third finger into her rear and she cried louder.
And then her warm essence burst forth into my mouth, her thighs once more closing tightly about my head. Our bodies trembled with violent pleasure.
Oh yes, oh Nerissea…
The sweet taste of her juices had my eyes rolling back, and from my own aching core, desire spilled freely in sinful release. I pushed three fingers into my drench slit and thrust roughly, my body shaking all the more in my blissful climax.
When at last our trembling ceased and quiet fell between us, I wiped my mouth, fixed her dress, then mine, and crawled to her side. I leaned down and pressed a tender kiss upon her lips, then one upon the front of her neck where the cruel black seal of servitude displayed upon her skin.
My heart began to race anew. I kissed her seal again, then pressed another kiss just beneath it. Then again. And again. My lips gave way to tongue. To gentle suckles. She squirmed so sweetly beneath me, her soft moans like music. My marks began to bloom across her delicate throat. Desire stirred within me once more. Our breaths began to quicken.
The absence of vile utterance, or indeed of any words at all, was a whole new experience. Intimacy with Nerissea felt as though we were upon a boat drifting gently down a quiet river. With Her Majesty, it was as though I were caught in the midst of a tempest, lightning flashing all around.
I reached inside her skirts and pressed my finger to her tight, wet sex.
Tight.
My desire faltered and concern took its place. I ceased all movement and lifted my gaze to hers. She was far too tight. Queen Yseldra had oft spoken of it, and I now knew it to be true. Even with only my fingers, her walls clenched so tightly. It made no sense, not with how large Her Majesty is. Some form of magic must be at work.
"Nerissea, how is it possible that you remain so tight?" I asked with concern.
She understood. Her lips curled into that faint, familiar smile.
"I meant to lift your spirits with a little run… but alas, I fear I have failed."
"You have lifted my spirits," I replied in earnest. "But your body is far too tight. It is unnatural. Not when you lie with Her Majesty almost daily."
A moment of silence passed, then she slowly spoke. "When Queen Yseldra and I came of age, the late King summoned an alchemist to amend my contract of servitude. As you know, Queen Yseldra does not possess a body as others do. The King and Queen feared that once others discovered this difference, she would be cast aside, both by men and by women. I remember her declaring with the most careless mischief that she wished to bed a woman before running off to cause further trouble."
She gave my hand the faintest squeeze, but that single touch, gentle as it was, cried out louder than any word ever could. And it pierced my heart.
"Naevia… my contract was altered in ways I did not believe possible."