by Vincent N. Darlage
Phoebe was horny. She was forbidden to have sex by the god of death,
Wemusa. However, she could have sex in her dreams. She lay down, thinking of
sex, something she had never had. She sat naked in her castle bedroom, sitting
by her window, one hand hiding between her legs, exploring her wetness.
She knew them all by now. Joriku, Roland, Xalandra, and others were
shadows in the striptease of her imagination. She imagined Joriku masturbating
in his bed, Xalandra in her bed, or Roland with his prostitutes.
She moved her hand smoothly over her breasts and she arched her
back as passion seemed to over take her body. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy
was wet. Her fingers slid in and out. Passion was taking control, but she was
sleepy. She passed into the shadowy realm of Dream…
Phoebe had pretty blonde hair and could mesmerize men by her poise
and lubricity. Her dress was sensual, designed to enhance her beauty.
She was slender, and wonderfully graceful, despite a certain languidness in
her movements. Her complexion was rich and brilliant and her eyes were
large, dark, and lustrous. Her blonde hair was exquisitely fine and soft,
and her smile was pretty, but unexplainably melancholy. Her breasts were considerably
more ample than average, and although she sometimes was annoyed at the way people
stared at them more than into her eyes, she was pleased by them. She walked
the courtyard of Roland's castle, dressed in very little. A pretty halter supported
her breasts and some slips of silk around her hips gave her minimal modesty.
She sat down on a stone bench.
As she slid into the empty seat she saw Joriku in his room above
the courtyard, practicing his martial arts. She looked at him from beneath
her pale lashes, the knowledge that he loved her making her wriggle against
the rough material of the stone seat.
Glancing around to make sure no one could see, she spread her smooth
thighs and, pushing aside the silk slips, she let her fingers slide down between
her legs. Her fingers spread the soft lips, eagerly searching for the tiny pleasure
nub, which she rubbed vigorously until she could feel her juices start to flow.
Her sighs of pleasure were lost in buzzing of the garden insects
as she slid her finger as far as she could into her tight little virginal hole,
wiggling deep inside her wetness. Bringing her finger to her lips, she tasted
herself before returning it to its pleasurable task. Rubbing her clit hard,
finger fucking herself till she could feel herself clamp tightly with orgasmic
pleasure. Her hips jerked slightly as she came onto her fingers, a bare whisper
of a sigh passing between her full lips.
Turning her gaze to the window above, she caught the glaze of Joriku
standing in awe. He smiled at her warmly; he had been watching all the time.
A few days later, she was back in the courtyard, and again Joriku
was in his room, practicing his techniques. An embarrassed smile crossed her
face as she passed him on her way to the stone seat of the garden.
Suddenly she felt someone slide into the seat next to her. She
was then dimly aware that it was Joriku. Her heart was pounding in her chest
as she silently stared into his hazel green eyes, eyes with the Oriental look
she had grown up around. They made her comfortable, like she was home.
He smiled warmly at Phoebe and glanced down at her pretty thighs.
Not saying a word, he gazed back at her and folded his arms as if waiting for
her to begin. She knew what he wanted even though he never said a word to her.
Sliding her hands down she pushed aside the wisps of silk to reveal herself
to him. Her fingers slid over her mound slowly, then moved sensually in and
out of herself, playfully teasing her clitoris and entering herself again over
and over.
As he watched Phoebe finger fuck herself again, he thought of himself
being inside her in place of her slender little finger. As he released his
breath slowly, he found it hard to not move her hand out of the way and place
his own hand between her legs. He didn't want to scare her off, but her expression
of ecstasy as she masturbated in front of him was almost more than he could
bear.
Her hips jerked suddenly, and she came suddenly into her hand, the
juices leaving a slick shiny coating on her fingers and palm. Smiling warmly
at her, he got up and returned to the castle without saying a word, and Phoebe
smiled back, the whole situation something new for her.
The next time Phoebe walked out in the courtyard, she slid into
the usual stone seat with a sexy smile and waited for Joriku to sit into the
seat next to her.
Feeling a little wicked because she had been thinking about their
little rendezvous quite a lot in her spare time, she automatically reached down
to move aside her silks as he took a seat next to her. She was surprised when
his hands moved to stop her before she had even managed to reveal even a pubic
hair to him.
Joriku spoke in a whisper, in his native tongue, a language she
grew up speaking. "If you don't mind, I'd like to help."
Nodding, she shivered as his large strong hands moved gently up
the skin of her thighs, pushing the silks aside just so that the soft lips nestled
between her legs could be glimpsed.
Her hand moved down as she opened her legs, spreading her luscious
lips wide for him till her little clit poked out. He watched her fingers toy
with the nub playfully, until her juices started to build up.
Reaching his hand between her legs, Joriku gently fingered the mouth
of her hole. She gasped softly as she felt it start to slide into her, thicker
than her own fingers, and longer. It felt so good inside her that she found
herself rocking slowly against its plunging action.
Joriku's mouth felt quite dry as he finger fucked the sorceress
while she played with her clit. He managed to maintain control until her hips
started rocking back and forth, pushing his finger deep into her tight little
hole as she climaxed. He could feel her juices within her slide around his finger.
His manhood had been rock hard since she had walked past him to her seat and,
as her body tightened in orgasm around his finger he totally lost it, and orgasmed
in his trousers. He bowed to her and left.
The next day Phoebe couldn't wait to walk out into the courtyard.
She couldn't tell which was worse, the flutter of excitement in her stomach
or the horny ache between her legs.
As she walked into the courtyard, she noticed Joriku already seated
on the stone seat. She sat down next to him.
Joriku chuckled and she eagerly spread her legs and pulled aside
her silks.
Joriku took a deep breath and reached down, sliding the tip of his
finger along her wet slit till he felt it rest against the tiny nub. Rubbing
his finger back and forth every now and then, he let it rest against her clitoris
for longer and longer periods of time enjoying her thrusting response.
Taking her hand, he told her to carry on in the same manner, touching
herself as he slid his finger into her, finger fucking her till she moaned softly
from the intense pleasure of the combined stimulation. Joriku removed his finger
and sucked her juices off, watching her hips thrust and jerk wildly as she convulsed
in orgasm. She took him totally by surprise when she suddenly jammed her little
finger into herself as far as she could.
"Are you going to take a bath when I leave?" Joriku asked
softly when she had finished.
She nodded slowly.
"And are you going to think about my tongue on your pussy?"
She nodded, quicker this time.
"Are you going to play with yourself?"
She nodded almost immediately.
Joriku leaned in to kiss her again; a chaste kiss on the cheek,
and he quickly whispered in her ear, "Me too."
Joriku bowed and left. Later, she saw him at dinner and he asked
if she would visit him in his room tomorrow morning, so they could get to know
each other better. She smiled at him and agreed, her heart fluttering with excitement
at the thought of what 'getting to know each other' might involve. "I
can't wait for tomorrow," Joriku said after dinner, keeping his voice pitched
low. Phoebe nodded and blushed, grinning at him. "Me too," she quietly
mouthed.
The next morning Phoebe stood fidgeting nervously outside Joriku's
room. Her blonde hair was styled prettily and the nipples of her perky breasts
poked through the thin material of the halter with excitement. She could feel
she was already moist with anticipation as she knocked on the door.
Joriku opened the door with a towel wrapped around his hips. She
gaped at his well-muscled torso, following him into his chamber. Turning to
face her, he smiled gently. Tilting her chin, he placed his lips softly to
hers, pulling her closer as she responded eagerly. Joriku put his arms around
her and held her close. He simply savored the feeling of her luscious body pressed
against his, her blonde hair against his chest. Joriku bent his head down and
inhaled the scent of her; fragrant hair touched with the scent of cocoa butter.
She tilted her head back and looked up at the Oriental, her eyes
bright with unshed tears. Her lips parted and Joriku quickly pressed his own
against them. She seemed to melt against him, and he held her tight. Sometime
during the kiss his towel fell to the floor. Her tongue sparred with his and
his penis began to harden. She started when she felt the tip press against her
stomach, and pulled away from the kiss.
Joriku was afraid she was going to pull away from him and silently
cursed himself for getting hard. Then, to his delight, he felt her nipples harden
against him. She pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed.
Joriku said softly. "I enjoy just being near you. You're so
beautiful."
She sniffled quietly and looked up at Joriku.
"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her voice husky.
"I... You... Um..." Joriku blushed and she grinned at
him. "You know you're beautiful," he said softly.
She smiled and suddenly they were kissing again. Her lips smoldered
against his, and their kiss was long and languid, full of heat. When she pulled
away, she grinned at him again.
"What do you like best?" she asked coyly. She bit the
inside of her lip and looked up at Joriku, eyes coquettishly wide.
"Well," he said, "that's a big question."
She arched her eyebrows, inviting the monk to continue.
"I could go for any of the obvious answers," he said,
to which she cocked her head, still grinning at him.
Joriku had imagined her a million times, covertly watched her at
every opportunity, and he knew her body almost as well as he knew his own.
He put his fingers against her cheek, lightly caressing her flawless
skin. "I could say your face, or your eyes, or your lips," he said,
kissing her lightly on those very same lips. "Or I could say your elegant
neck." He drew his fingertips down the line of her neck, then bent to kiss
her, light as a butterfly, at the hollow where her jaw met her neck.
"I could say it was your shoulders, or your arms," he
said, drawing his hands down over her smooth skin. Phoebe shivered in the cooling
evening air. Joriku turned her to face away from him. She shifted nervously,
and he continued. "Or I could say your back." The Oriental ran his
fingers down her back, lightly caressing her. "Or your butt; sometimes
I get hard just thinking about it." He stepped close to her and his erection
nestled against the crack of her ass.
Joriku wrapped his arms around her again and caressed her shoulder
with his lips, then moved to the base of her neck. She shivered as he held her
close. "I could tell you that the thing I like most about you are your
breasts," he said softly in her ear, moving his hands up to cup them, feeling
their weight against his palms, "with nipples that beg to be sucked."
She leaned back against Joriku and moaned softly.
"I could say it was your beautiful stomach, or lovely hips,"
he said, releasing her breasts and running his hands down her flanks. "Or
your legs, your gorgeous legs, which," he said, letting the pause draw
out, "I imagine having wrapped around me, holding me inside you."
Phoebe moaned again, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
His hands were slowly drawing up her thighs, towards a goal they both knew he'd
reach very soon. He let his hands linger at the points of her hips, placing
his palms against the flat of her abdomen, his fingers mere inches from her
pubic hair.
"Or," Joriku said softly, once again letting the pause
draw out, "I could say what I like best about you is your pussy."
He moved his hand down and ran his middle finger over her slit, parting her
wiry pubic hair. The heat of her sexuality washed over him, slick with the dew
of her excitement. He pulled his hand back, leisurely dragging his finger over
her clit. She hissed in pleasure and surprise.
"But I think what I like best about you...," he said,
and tenderly kissed her earlobe. She shuddered and Joriku smiled to himself.
"What makes you more beautiful than any other girl I know, is this."
With his left hand, he lightly touched her on the chest between her breasts.
"You're beautiful on the inside too."
Without warning, she spun in his arms and kissed him fiercely. One
hand pulled Joriku's head down while the other pulled him to her. Joriku clutched
her tightly and lost himself in her lips. When they pulled away from each other,
they were both breathless.
Phoebe could feel the hard bar of his erection press against her
as he lifted her and placed her upon the table in his dining room. He moved
her legs up and apart, and he pulled off the silks tied around her hips. Joriku
groaned with desire and lowered his head between her thighs, letting his tongue
gently part her nether lips as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
Opening his mouth wide he sucked as much of her into his mouth as
he could, letting his tongue slide up and down the slit, over her hole and clitoris,
then back again, occasionally poking his tongue into her as far as it would
go. Feeling the familiar jerk of her hips, Joriku sucked eagerly at her until
he brought her to climax with his tongue, drinking her sweet young juices hungrily.
Joriku chuckled softly at her eagerness, the sex-hungry virgin enjoying
the oral performance he gave. He stood and took her to his divan. She took
off the silk halter, releasing her breasts. Feeling his cock stiffen even more
beneath the towel, he let his hand slide down, releasing it and letting his
hand move up and down the shaft suggestively. He watched her reaction and grinned
at the look on her face as she stared at him.
Phoebe knelt between his legs and took hold of his thick rod, her
touch hesitant and gentle. Phoebe giggled as it moved in her hand, throbbing
beneath her touch. She placed wet kisses along its shaft and, taking the knob
on the end into her mouth, sucked playfully at its tip, letting her tongue flicker
around the lip as she experimented.
Her inexperienced style sent hot waves of pleasure through his groin
as she sucked on him, her lips tight around him as she took more and more of
his length into her mouth. Phoebe's pretty blonde head bobbed up and down in
his lap as she sucked him, and Joriku rested his hand lightly on her shoulder,
trying to push her away as he felt his erection start to throb inside her mouth.
She resisted his attempts to withdraw so that he came down her throat, her mouth
sucking harder and her mouth moving faster, wanting him to orgasm like he had
made her.
Joriku groaned and gasped loudly as his body shuddered, his manhood
emptying hot spurts of cum into the lovely Phoebe's mouth. Phoebe giggled with
delight as she let the cum squirt into her mouth, over her lips and over her
face, lapping up mouthfuls and sucking up as much of his creamy discharge as
possible.
Joriku watched her with fascination as he showered her angelic face
with cum. He couldn't wait to make love to his beloved virgin. He could already
tell that once she had a taste for it there'd be no stopping her and he liked
the idea.
A little while later, Joriku was gazing down at the girl on his
bed with utter desire written all over his face. Phoebe had her legs spread,
hips thrusting upwards, wanting to experience sex. He resisted the urge to grab
her, rip her legs apart and fuck her till she was bucking like a wild horse
beneath him, knowing he would have to take it slow for her first time.
This Joriku, a mirror-imaged replica that had escaped the mirror
realm where he had been created, was also a virgin, although he had memories
of the sexual experiences the original Joriku had. Still had never seen any
woman as beautiful as Phoebe. Joriku knelt between Phoebes legs, rubbing the
tip of his erection against the wetness he found there. He knew she was ready,
her body more aroused than he had ever seen her and the eagerness in her expression
quite obvious as she pushed herself against his cock, moaning encouragement
to him.
Her legs were open so wide she was nearly doing the splits, and
Joriku pressed himself into her slowly; he could feel how tight she was and
edged his way in until he could feel the barricade of her virginity.
Phoebe could feel herself stretch around Joriku's member. She wanted
it so bad though, not caring if it hurt at first, she just wanted him in her,
fucking her like he did in her fantasies every night. She had once been embarrassed
by her fantasies and how often she masturbated to the images in her mind, but
now she was not.
Finding he couldn't move any further inside her tight warm sanctuary,
Joriku increased the pressure of his cock against her virginal gate, pushing
against her hymen persistently as he sought entry to her tightly guarded depths.
A slight give inside her gave way for him to go deeper, extracting a soft whimper
from Phoebe. Leaning forward, Joriku kissed her gently as he pushed himself
right into her tight warmth. He moved slowly once inside, letting her get used
to the feel of him.
Joriku gasped as he pulled himself almost all the way out of her
grasping depths then pushed in again, finding it easier each time, until he
could thrust easily in and out of her.
Losing her virginity to Joriku was even better than Phoebe had expected;
he was so gentle with her, letting her get used to him stretching her open.
She had heard heaps of horror stories about the first time, but she had not
experienced anything like that with Joriku.
Phoebe looked up into his eyes as she moved with him, her body stretched
tight around his erection as he fucked her deeply, each thrust bringing her
closer to the edge of ecstasy. She so wet she could feel her juices soaking
into the mattress beneath her.
Joriku looked down at her, carefully watching her every expression
as he rode her, fucking deeper and deeper into the pretty young girl. Seeing
her expression change as she neared orgasm, her body writhing and bucking beneath
him, he let his thrusts become faster to match the eager upward motion of her
thrusting hips. Phoebe just couldn't seem to get enough of Joriku into her fast
enough, her body shuddering as her moans turned into screams of pleasure, urging
him on, pleading for him to fuck her faster and harder.
As the sound of his pelvis slamming into hers and her orgasmic screams
filled the room, Joriku felt her explode around his throbbing cock, in wave
after wave of a multiple orgasm. Her depths clamped madly around his sensitive
shaft as she came.
Pulling his engorged erection from her, he covered her crotch with
his mouth and drank her sweet nectar in great gulps. With her juices on his
mouth, he moved up and kissed her tenderly, letting her taste herself on his
tongue.
Turning Phoebe on to her stomach and raising her up on her knees
doggy style, Joriku admired the soft perfect skin of her rounded ass, letting
his hands slide gently over the smooth cheeks. Slowly he slid his cock back
into her, then, after basking in her inner warmth for a moment, he began pumping
her again. Her tightness made it hard to control himself, having held off for
so long, but Joriku just wanted to keep fucking her for as long as he could.
Phoebe's long blonde hair was fanned out over her back. Leaning
forward over her as he thrust himself into her velvety depths, Joriku let his
face rest against her hair for a moment. Breathing in the freshly washed scent
of her clean hair and letting the fingers of one hand play gently with her nipple,
Joriku fell in love with her even more. As Phoebe squirmed beneath his ministrations,
he pushed himself back and started to pump her tight little body, listening
to her grunt and groan beneath him.
He moved his hips in a circular motion, stretching and poking at
her. Not being able to hold off any more, Phoebe felt him orgasm inside of her,
filling her with his fluid. The dream shifted then…
Phoebe found herself thinking of Roland. Roland had been trying
to get her clothes off for what seemed like forever – well, at least since they
started traveling together. She liked Roland, knowing he liked women and had
a feeling he could be quite rough in his love-making, something she wanted right
now, someone who wasn't afraid to break a woman.
In this part of the dream, Phoebe was wearing a singlet dress that
fitted over her figure like a second skin. The memory of the previous dream
faded as this one took dominance. She was in the castle, and she was dancing
in the Great Hall, Oardian musicians providing a beat. Roland was throwing
a gala ball to celebrate something. She wasn't clear what the holiday was in
this dream, only that many people swirled around her as she danced.
The heavy beat of the music pounded through Phoebe's body as she
swayed and twisted in the fray of the dance. She felt a body press up close
behind her, moving as she did, a feather light touch running up and down her
sides to the music.
The feeling was incredible, her nipples hardened and she felt a
slow tingling warmth spread down through her pelvis to her sex. She turned
after a while to get a look at her anonymous partner; she was quite amazed to
see Roland dancing with her. She smiled at him and they continued to dance
together; he was a good dancer and as the next song started to play he moved
in close.
His arms slid around Phoebe's waist and she let hers rest lightly
upon his shoulders, his pelvis and hers connected and they gyrated together
rhythmically. The sexy feeling of his thigh pressed between her legs only
served to turn Phoebe on more. She let him move her body around, swinging her
torso backwards until her back arched in a full circle, then he brought her
back up again, his mouth only inches from hers.
By this time they had gathered a few observers, Joriku, Gaspar,
and the others were watching. Phoebe's dress had slid up her thighs so that
she knew her ass cheeks peeked from beneath the hem, but the way they were dancing,
pulling it down constantly would have been to no avail. Roland was strong
and well toned, at one stage when Phoebe rested her hand against his stomach
to balance herself, she could feel the ripples of his stomach muscles beneath
the light material of his shirt. She found herself imagining what it would be
like to have him between her thighs, his long lean body thrusting and plunging
his cock into her.
She had to shake the image from her head so she could catch her
breath. He motioned to her with his hand asking if she wanted a drink and she
nodded, smiling as he led the way off the dance floor. She followed him
to the end of the head table, where a barbarian named Gremag sat, a whore on
each knee, a stein of beer in each hand. Roland poured her a glass of wine.
Phoebe leaned back against him as he rested against the wall, his
arm around her waist as they sipped their wine and watched the ocean of bodies
moving in time on the dance floor.
Phoebe knew his hand was feeling her, trying to touch her sexually,
and she smiled to herself, letting his hand roam freely until it found her left
breast. She usually stopped him at this point, but in this dream she did
not. He cupped it gently at first, then firmer until his fingers were stroking
the erect point of her nipple through her dress. Phoebe was so horny;
she rubbed her ass against the front of his trousers and in no time at all she
could feel the ridge of his cock pressing against her buttocks.
He kissed her neck, his lips sliding down the sensitive skin beneath
her ear right down to her collarbone; she shivered with delight as he nibbled
her shoulder. "Mmmm you taste good," Phoebe heard him whisper
in her ear, her whole body a mass of highly excited nerve endings that seemed
to erupt into ecstasy at his slightest touch.
She felt him slide his hand up the back of her dress and she parted
her legs, making it easier for him to find his target. Phoebe knew others would
be able to see if they cared to look in the direction of that dark corner, but
she didn't particularly care what they thought. His fingers were long
and soft, they found the wetness of her and slid back and forth for a while,
until she was practically trying to impale herself onto them each time he teased
the entrance of her sex.
When he did finally slide two fingers into her, she shivered and
moaned with pleasure, her hand finding his manhood beneath the soft, pressed
material of his pants. They stood like this, by the table, behind Gremag
and his whores, masturbating each other in the dark corner, his lips gently
running up and down her neck and shoulder, occasionally tickling her ear with
his warm breath.
Phoebe shuddered when she came into his hand, the whole scene just
amazing her. She thought the sheer exhibitionism of their act turned her on
more than she had ever been before. Her head rested back against his shoulder,
her hand behind her back holding his thick hard shaft through the unfastened
front of his pants. His left hand was massaging her breast and his right
hand was up the back of her dress, massaging her slick slit. She was sure they
must have looked a sight, but fortunately no one had made it obvious that they
had seen them.
Phoebe couldn't believe it when she felt him slide down the wall
slightly behind her; his hand had stopped massaging her pussy and was now guiding
the long, thick shaft of his between her legs. She opened her legs further,
leaning away from his body slightly; the hot rounded tip of his penis nudged
it's way along her slippery slit until it found the entry. Phoebe wanted it
so bad she was trembling all over, her breath coming hard and fast.
Phoebe pressed back on his cock as it slid inside her, opening her
wide with its fat helmet-like head and thick rigid shaft. Her groan of
pleasure was lost in the loud thumping music of the bards and she began moving
against his thrusts as he worked himself within her. It was her first
time at being fucked in public, and her whole body was in the most amazing state
of arousal and she loved every minute of it.
He had both her breasts in his hands as they rocked together, his
penis butting up deep inside Phoebe with each rhythmic thrust. Phoebe,
in return, was wriggling herself against him each time he entered her, her butt
pressing hard up against him as he moved inside her, trying to get him as deep
into her as she possibly could, rotating her hips so her pussy ground against
the root of his penis each time he wedged it up deep inside her.
Phoebe cried out as she came, but once again it was lost in the
all-encompassing volume of the dance music and the voices of the dancers.
Her sex clung to his cock as if it had suddenly fused around him, and her body
shuddered as he rocked against her, his manhood moving only slightly as it hardened
and swelled within the vice-like grip of her soft, inner walls.
She felt rather than heard him groan as he came, pulsing hot shots
of cum into her damp depths. The feeling was incredible. She had observed
a few strange glances in their direction as people passed by and it had excited
her to no end. She was also quite sure the barbarian knew exactly what
they were up to, because of the glance and smirk he gave Roland afterwards.
When Roland eventually slid his cock out of her, she pulled down
her skirt at the back and remained standing with her back to him until he had
finished fastening his trousers. He turned Phoebe to face him, his mouth
taking hers in a hard passionate kiss, their bodies pressed close while their
tongues made friends. Her dream shifted yet again…
Phoebe was walking through the castle. She didn't know why, but she was naked. It thrilled her to walk the nighted halls of the castle in the nude, the cool summer wind blowing through the slitted windows over her. She came upon Xalandra's room, but now Phoebe was dressed in her courtesan's outfit, a bright halter-top and a silk skirt slit to the waist. The door was ajar and she could hear rustling within. Curiosity overcame her and she pushed the door open slightly. Xalandra was on the floor, naked, her crystal halberd beneath her, her crotch rubbing along a portion of the shaft, her ass moving back and forth, faster and faster. Xalandra's eyes were closed, and she was very intent on what she was doing, so she did not hear the door open a little wider.
Xalandra was different. She had a tattooed head which was mostly
shaven, only a ponytail of hair hung down from the top of her head. She was
a psychic warrior, and a fairly powerful one at that. Phoebe knew she loved
her halberd, but didn't realize just how much she loved it. She watched as
Xalandra neared her orgasm, her legs splaying wider as she humped the shaft
of her weapon. With a cry she came, and when her breathed calmed down she opened
her eyes and saw Phoebe. Xalandra was horrified.
Phoebe shushed her quickly. "I'm sorry," she said. "I
am intruding. I didn't think. That was… awesome. I had no idea."
Xalandra sat up, and pulled a cover around her.
Phoebe said, "Here I have you all sexy and I am blowing my
chance on trying to get a kiss out of you."
"You'd want to kiss me?" Xalandra said, trying to
ask the question light heartedly.
"That's a silly question," Phoebe laughed as a broad
smile filled her face. "Who wouldn't want to kiss a beautiful girl
like you. "
Xalandra was sure that if she could see herself through Phoebe's
eyes at that moment she would see herself blushing. If the nude woman
in front of her had referred to her as pretty, she could've accepted that with
no problem. People had said that to her most of her life. Beautiful,
however, was not a term she often heard.
Looking at the taller woman through her own eyes, Xalandra felt
hard pressed to come up with a single word to describe her. Phoebe had
beautiful, blonde hair that fell across her shoulders and down her back like
a waterfall. A well defined athletic build was clearly evident and she
more than impressive bust. The psychic warrior felt a twinge of envy when
she thought of her small mounds.
"Have I shocked or scared you?" Phoebe asked.
"Not at all," Xalandra replied, realizing that she
had zoned out for a moment, trying to cover her embarrassment. "Why would
you think that?"
"Well, some people feel a little uncomfortable around naked
women who walk in on them while they are masturbating," Phoebe explained.
"Not at all," Xalandra insisted. "I was
just surprised. That kiss might be interesting at that."
"Oh really," Phoebe grinned. "Is that what
I am to you now, interesting?"
"I didn't mean it like that," Xalandra quickly interjected.
"I just thought that ..."
The psychic warrioress didn't have the chance to finish her sentence
as Phoebe, after taking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that no
one else was nearby, learned forward and took her kiss.
The press of the sorceress's lips against her own certainly took
Xalandra by surprise, but it was a very pleasant encounter nonetheless.
Over the years, she had shared kisses with a few girlfriends, but they had always
been the sort of quick pecks that you'd share with a relative. This was
the first time she had ever had another woman kiss her back.
Brief as it was, the warmth and softness of Phoebe's touch stayed
with the young warrioress after their lips parted. Xalandra couldn't really
be sure, but for just a heartbeat, she thought she felt the other woman's tongue
brushing against her own.
"Curiosity satisfied?" Phoebe asked as she took
a long step backward.
"I don't really know what to say," Xalandra said,
her lips still tingling.
"Well you could tell me if you liked it," Phoebe
smiled.
"I definitely liked it," she said. "In
fact, I think it was really nice; you're a great kisser."
"I'd be careful how you toss those compliments around, little
girl," Phoebe replied, reverting now to mock seriousness. "Otherwise
I might be tempted to take advantage of you."
"I'll have you know that I am in full command of my facilities,"
Xalandra replied, her tone projecting the thought that she didn't feel taken
advantage of in the least.
"Was that the first time you've ever kissed another woman?"
Phoebe now asked, wondering if this was just idle banter between them or perhaps
something more.
"If you're talking about a real kiss, yes." Xalandra grinned.
"You're my first."
"Then I guess I should feel honored."
"You certainly should."
Both of them were now smiling at their playful exchange. Phoebe
was impressed that Xalandra could give as good as she got. So few women
seemed to be able to do that around here. Most just gave her a wide berth,
not wanting to socialize with the someone who seemed to dominate the men in
any given room, but at the same time, not wanting to piss off someone who could
also destroy a room full of people in a blaze of fire.
"Are you really a virgin?" Phoebe asked.
"Yes I am," Xalandra replied, "how did
you know?"
"You have the look of a woman who hasn't been laid in awhile."
Phoebe said.
Xalandra paused for a second, wondering if there really was such
a look or was Phoebe just playing with her.
"You know, I only live about ten doors from here,"
Phoebe unexpectedly said, again changing the subject.
"Your point being?"
"Well, seeing as being direct as worked pretty well so far,
I might as well go right ahead and see where it leads," the blonde
woman said as she took a half step closer and lowered her voice. "As
I see it, you have two choices right now, no, make that probably three."
"And what might those be?" Xalandra asked, curious
about what Phoebe thought those choices were.
"Well, first of all, you could go back to your solo party,"
Phoebe began. "I'm sure you might be able to visualize someone to
take care of the deficiency that I mentioned a minute ago and take care of some
of your needs yourself."
"Go on," Xalandra said, not wanting to comment further
until Phoebe was finished.
"Or you could go downstairs and ask Roland, Gaspar, or Joriku
to take care of those needs."
"You said there were three possibilities," Xalandra said,
unable to keep to the decision she'd made a moment before.
"Oh yes, so I did," she smiled as she moved even
closer and lowered her voice again. "Well, if you're really feeling
a little adventurous, you can come back to my room where I can practically guarantee
you that before you could even convince one of the men to have at you, I'd have
given you the first of what could be a night full of orgasms, each of them better
than the last."
There, it was now out in the open, Xalandra thought. She had
just been propositioned by another woman, and rather blatantly at that.
What had started as just a little sexual interplay had quickly progressed to
an invitation to engage sex. The respectable thing to do, keeping with
the idea that she really didn't want to alienate Phoebe who seemed a nice person
in all other aspects, was to simply say thank you, but no thanks. Instead,
Xalandra answered in a way that would no doubt have shocked her family had they
heard it.
"Let's go," she simply said.
In the hall outside Xalandra's room, Phoebe shut the door and pulled
Xalandra to her. This time, Xalandra saw the kiss coming and was ready for
it, at least she thought she was.
Phoebe pulled Xalandra's face toward hers, covering her mouth with
her own. Her tongue darted into the warrioress's mouth as she kissed her
long and hard, as if to draw out Xalandra's own passions. The younger woman
responded with a low moan as she felt a warm hand cup her breast, the fingers
of which pressed against her nipple, causing it to grow hard.
The electric sensations that rushed through Xalandra as they continued
to kiss seemed to concentrate between her legs, bringing forth a warmth and
wetness in that most sensitive of areas. Phoebe brought her free hand
down to it and Xalandra gasped at her touch, not being able to remember the
last time she had such an almost instant arousal.
Phoebe slipped her fingers into Xalandra's wet slit and rubbed the
tips of them against her clit. Whatever the fires that had filled Xalandra,
that simple caress was almost enough to double them. The small part of
her mind that wasn't being consumed with lust had to consider the idea that
Phoebe intended to finger-fuck her right there in the middle of the hallway.
Then, just as suddenly, Phoebe stopped and took one of Xalandra's
hands in her own, tugging her down the hall to Phoebe's rooms.
"I just wanted to give you a little taste, that's all,"
she said as she stopped at her own door.
"A little taste," Xalandra thought as she regained
her composure. "By the gods of Kharzho, I have never had a kiss like
that."
Phoebe's room was a little larger than Xalandra's and much more
elegantly decorated. Phoebe cast a small spell and music started playing
right out of the thin air.
"Would you like to dance?" Phoebe asked as she moved
back across the room and reached out her hand to her guest.
"I'd love to," Xalandra replied.
The press of Phoebe's body against hers as the blonde woman drew
her close was enough to once more send Xalandra's heart racing. To look
into another woman's eyes and feel desire was a totally new experience, to say
nothing of glancing down her blouse and feeling a sense of wanting.
Yet at the same time, Xalandra felt a unusual sensation of inconsistency
as well. The arms wrapped around her felt as strong as any man's, yet
at the same time, soft as any woman's. In those times that she had considered
the idea of sex with another girl, she always thought there would be some kind
of clearly defined difference between that and sex with a man. Now she
wasn't so sure. She wasn't thinking of Phoebe as another woman, someone
who shared the same biological characteristics. The labels lesbian or
bisexual as might be applied to the two of them didn't even seem to have the
meaning they might once have had. All that was real was that they were
two people who made each other feel good.
"Can I ask you a question?" Phoebe said as they
moved slowly across the clear center of her chambers.
"Sure," Xalandra answered, enjoying the warmth of
her body.
"Why did you say yes when I invited you here?"
"Is it important?" Xalandra asked in turn.
"Not really, I was just curious, that's all."
"Why do you think I said yes?"
"I'm not really sure," Phoebe answered as she held
the woman in her arms even tighter. "If I wanted to hazard a guess,
I would say it was just curiosity or maybe a long held fantasy."
"If that was the case," Xalandra said as she pressed
her head against Phoebe's breasts, "would it be a problem?"
"No, not really," the blonde haired woman replied,
running her hand across the exposed flesh of Xalandra's back. "I'm
not one of those women who has to be in love with someone in order to sleep
with them, or else needs to make something into more than it really is.
Like I said, I was just curious, that's all."
"Well let's just say that I'm here and leave it at that,"
Xalandra said as she tilted her head upward to kiss her would be lover again.
"It works for me," Phoebe said in the moment before
their lips met. After that, no more words were needed.
Their kiss this time was gentle at first, with an enticing sweetness
between them. Phoebe opened her mouth and felt Xalandra's tongue sliding
against her own, letting the inexperienced lover take the lead for a moment.
A deep moan issued from the blonde woman's lips as she felt both of Xalandra's
hands groping her ample mounds through her halter-style blouse. The touch
was awkward, like that of a teenage boy, but also nice in a way. All in
all, she didn't mind, there was plenty of time to show her how to do it right.
They shared a second kiss, longer and deeper than the first and
in the midst of it, control shifted to Phoebe. Her hands ran up Xalandra's
bare arms and across her shoulders. The titillating touch caused the pale
skinned psychic to shiver in excitement.
Phoebe continued onward, running her fingers through the short tail
of hair. Their eyes met for a moment as they exchanged a silent look.
Xalandra leaned forward and their lips brushed against each other once more.
More a graze than a kiss, it was a acknowledgment that she wanted Phoebe to
take her totally.
Xalandra pulled back from the caress, only to be stopped by Phoebe
as she pulled her back to her waiting lips. This time the kiss was fiery,
filled with passion. Their tongues passed back and forth, sharing the
reservoirs of desire building within each of their bodies. Moans and quiet
whimpers echoed against the soft music around them as their bodies pressed so
hard against each other as to be almost one.
Phoebe brought one hand up along the psychic's right side, stroking
the soft curve of her small rounded breast, then slid it across her chest to
cup it in its entirety.
"Oh yes!" Xalandra whispered with eager breath.
"Feels good, baby, doesn't it?" Phoebe whispered
into Xalandra's ear as she licked the outer edge of it. "Just remember
what it felt like when you do the same for me."
The lesson taught, Phoebe glided her hand back across Xalandra's
bust. Phoebe's eyes dropped to the bright pink nipples standing at attention
in the center of the younger woman's mounds, her look that of unabashed appreciation.
"You are beautiful!" Phoebe said, repeating her
earlier assessment, taking in all of the younger woman's petite form.
"No I'm not," Xalandra protested. "I'm too
skinny and my breasts are too small."
"Honey, you've got to stop seeing yourself through other people's
eyes," Phoebe said, "and appreciate the beauty that nature's
given you."
As if to underscore her words, Phoebe lowered her mouth to one of
those pink circles and closed her lips around it. An action that once
more sent a moan from Xalandra. Sliding her hand under the breast in her
mouth, Phoebe cupped it gently while her other hand caressed its twin.
Xalandra's moans grew ever louder, coming from deep within her,
as Phoebe moved to her other breast, bringing to it the same delights.
The blonde haired woman dropped to her knees as she sucked first gently, and
then harder at her prize, using her other hand to tweak the second nipple at
the same time. Then she reversed her attentions once more.
After having her fill of Xalandra's sweet globes, Phoebe moved on
to the main course. She stared briefly at the tightly trimmed bush between
her legs. Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed the center of it,
savoring the tangy taste now on her lips.
Phoebe kissed her sex again, only this time the she reached out
with both hands and spread Xalandra's legs apart. Then she brought back
one hand and parted the folds of her sex as well, rubbing two fingers lightly
over it until Xalandra's excited clitoris came into view.
Xalandra let out a deep breath as she felt Phoebe take her in her
mouth, her tongue caressing the center of her being. Her hands closed
around the top of Phoebe's head, leaning against her for support. She
closed her eyes as Phoebe reached out with her tongue, penetrating deep inside
her, brushing against her sugar walls. The dark haired woman set a fast
and furious pace, even as her thumb moved to rub Xalandra's clit in concert.
Soft movements that were quickly translated to waves of rapture that washed
across her body.
"Son of Byleth!" Xalandra called out as a particularly
powerful surge ripped through her.
A rush that was repeated more and more as Phoebe continued her thrusts,
each of which was met by a verbal and physical reaction from Xalandra.
The young girl's moans and exclamations were like the sweetest symphony
to Phoebe's ears, prompting her to put even more effort into her task.
An effort that proved to be unnecessary as Phoebe felt Xalandra's
body grow stiff a few moments later, just as she took her tiny nub between her
lips one last time.
"Ooooooo..." was all the psychic managed to gasp
as her body began to spasm, cutting off any attempt at coherent speech.
Not that either woman was looking for creative conversation at that
moment. Phoebe pressed her hands hard against the cheeks of Xalandra's
ass, pressing her womanhood tight against her face. At the same time,
she reached in as far as she could with her tongue, savoring the explosion between
the psychic's legs.
"Mmmmmmm," Phoebe managed to add to the resonance
of Xalandra's orgasm, drinking deep of the honeyed nectar that filled her mouth.
"Ooooooo," Xalandra said in a much softer tone as
she felt the last of her release pass, leaving both a warm afterglow and a wobbly
feeling in her legs.
Phoebe lifted herself from between Xalandra's legs, rising back
to her full height. She took the bald psychic in her arms and kissed her
gently, sharing the fruits of her climax as she gently stroked her hair.
"That was ... really ... something ..." Xalandra
managed to say once she regained her balance.
Phoebe smiled her agreement, a grin filled with the promise of more
to come.
It was a promise that was not lost on Xalandra.
"Now it's my turn," Phoebe said as she took Xalandra's
hand and led her toward the bed.
She sat Xalandra down on the edge of the small bed and took a step
back. Her hands went to the bottom of her blouse and with began to work the
buttons from bottom to top. Xalandra's eyes opened wide as more and more
soft flesh became visible, a reaction that surprised her greatly. After
all, this would hardly be the first woman she'd seen naked in her life.
She drew a deep breath as the halter came off, dropping to the floor,
revealing the two large mounds that had been held in check by a blouse that
looked much too fragile to hold such bounty in check. The effect was instantaneous
as her breasts burst free, bouncing in the air only a dozen inches from Xalandra's
face. Large dark areola dominated the globes, in the center of which stood
erect nipples.
Xalandra's mouth opened wide in astonishment as well as she took
a second look. She had never seen anything like Phoebe's body. It was
the most beautiful form the psychic had ever seen and she wished she could just
sit there and admire it.
But that was time that Phoebe wasn't about to give her. Taking advantage
of her stunned reaction, Phoebe closed the small distance between them and slipped
the tip of her right breast between the younger woman's lips.
"Mmmmm," Phoebe purred as she felt Xalandra's lips
instinctively close around her nipple, her tongue already massaging the rigid
stub.
Next to wondering what it might be like to kiss another woman, Xalandra's
biggest curiosity had been how it would feel to suck on her breasts. Her
hands came up and she squeezed the soft flesh in front of her, rubbing her fingers
across it, marveling at their warmth.
"Oh yeah, baby," Phoebe said as she ran her finger
over Xalandra's bald head, tracing the base of the single pony tail, applying
pressure to the back of her head and pressing her nipple deeper into her willing
mouth. "Suck those tits, show me how much you love them."
And love them Xalandra certainly did. Drawing Phoebe's nipple
as far inside her mouth as she could, she tickled it over and over with her
wet tongue, alternating gentle strokes with tiny bites. A rotation that
greatly pleased the endowed woman in her arms.
After a while, she extended her ministrations to Phoebe's other
mound, giving it the same loving care. Now she understood why men loved
women with large breasts so much. Playing with them was such a rush.
Xalandra bounced from one mound to the other, as if trying to decide
which she liked the best, but at the same time making sure neither breast was
denied attention. She would nibble on one and grope the other, keeping up a
constant level of pleasure in both.
Phoebe gave her new lover all the time she wanted to play with her
mounds, remembering her own excitement the first time she had touched another
woman in that way. It was a memory that added to her enjoyment.
Still using one hand and her mouth to play with Phoebe's breasts,
Xalandra moved her other hand down to the older woman's waist, trying to undo
the sash that held up her silken skirts. It was hard for her to work it
with one hand so Phoebe reached down and undid it for her.
Finding it impossible to go any further and still play with Phoebe's
breasts, Xalandra reluctantly let them fall free. She was sure, however,
that she would have another chance at them before the night was over.
Now with both hands to work with, she gripped the edges of Phoebe's
skirts and pulled them down, pausing only long enough for Phoebe to step out
of them and her slip-off shoes.
Phoebe's mound was covered with a thick mat of blonde, curly hair.
It was strangely erotic.
Xalandra reached out with her fingers and lightly brushed the wiry
hair, surprised at how wet it was. She was close enough to be filled with
the scent of Phoebe's arousal. A pleasant, musky smell that made her want
to taste the older woman even more.
With an excited, yet hesitant touch, Xalandra moved her fingers
along the deep furrow between Phoebe's legs, then slid two of them inside.
A motion that caused Phoebe to give a satisfying groan in response.
"Yes . . . yes," Phoebe groaned. "Touch me right
there."
Xalandra did just that, walking her fingers up and down Phoebe's
wet flesh until Phoebe was even wetter with anticipation. Then she slid
first one, then two fingers into her depths, moving them back and forth in quick
succession, playing with Phoebe like she knew she herself liked to be played
with.
"Yes, just like that," Phoebe panted in way of encouragement,
words mixed with deep, resounding moans.
Xalandra's pace soon became frantic, pumping in and out of Phoebe
with determined intensity. As she did, she could feel the walls of Phoebe's
womanhood pressing against her fingers.
Along with those fingers buried deep, Xalandra moved her thumb to
caress the hard center of Phoebe's sex, causing Phoebe to buck wildly with the
added pleasure. The unspoken message was that she wanted more, and the
neophyte lover was only too willing to give it. She pressed her hand even
deeper, until Phoebe began to shudder from the intensity of her touch.
And still, it wasn't enough.
"Suck me!" Phoebe cried out, "I want
you to fuck me with your tongue!"
Xalandra had been thinking exactly the same thought. She couldn't
wait to taste the juices that covered her hand. She pulled back her fingers
and was about to replace them with her mouth, but was stopped by Phoebe.
"No, not like that," Phoebe said as she stopped
her with out outstretched hand, "lay on the bed, I'll get on top
of you."
Giving in to the voice of experience, Xalandra did as she was told.
No sooner was she on her back than Phoebe climbed onto the bed and swung a muscular
leg over her body. Just as quickly, she moved up towards the headboard
until her moist sex was only inches above Xalandra's face.
"Tell me how much you want me," Phoebe said as she held
herself just out of Xalandra's reach.
"I want you," Xalandra said in a desperate voice,
"I want you so bad it hurts."
Satisfied with the answer, Phoebe braced herself against the headboard
with her hands and lowered herself onto Xalandra. The younger woman wasted
no time in assaulting the sex pressed against her mouth with all of her enthusiasm.
Her tongue moved back and forth, covering every inch of exposed pinkness.
Her heart was racing yet again as the overwhelming taste of Phoebe's
womanhood filled her. Her lips found the exposed clit, kissing it at first,
then closing around it with determination. Every touch, every caress,
sent joyous spikes into Phoebe and Xalandra's tongue continued to burrow deep
within.
Phoebe moved back, and kissed Xalandra, first on her lips, then
on each breast. Then she placed her body on top of Xalandra's, their breasts
rubbing against each other, nipple to nipple.
"Now, isn't this nice," she said as nuzzled her
cheek against Xalandra's and kissed her neck.
"Oh yes," Xalandra replied, "this is
wonderful."
Both of them began to rock and grind their bodies against the other,
keeping time to both the music and each new cascading wave erupting from between
their legs. Flesh rubbed against flesh, covered in sweaty desire as it
neared a fevered pitch. Billows tore though them until they teetered on the
edge.
Sensations that continued to increase with each passing heartbeat,
until they were almost one in their passions. More beads of sweat covered
their backs and breaths shortened. Already they were in a warm, comfortable
place that both would've been happy to remain. Then the orgasms began for
them both.
It was a climax that seemed to travel back and forth between each
of their bodies, increasing in intensity with each passage. It lasted
both forever and only a few seconds, finally reducing in scope until only the
memory remained. A memory that would not be quick in fading.
They had been at it for nearly two hours, something Xalandra found
incredible. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so wonderfully tired.
Holding Phoebe tight against her, she closed her eyes and relived the memories
of their journey, wanting to hold onto them as long as she could.
"Ready for round three, love?" Phoebe asked as she
kissed the psychic's hand, slipping her fingers into her mouth and licking off
the dried orgasmic residue that had covered them earlier.
"Round three?" Xalandra said in disbelief.
"Did you think I was kidding before in your room?'
"No, but I ... "
"Of course if you're too tired we could..."
"No, I'm not too tired," Xalandra quickly answered,
wondering where this sorceress found the strength.
"Great!" Phoebe called out as she threw
herself onto Xalandra in a burst of energy.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder," Xalandra cried out as
the woman behind her slammed her fingers deep into her once again. "Gods
of Kharzho, I need it so bad and it feels so, so good!"
Phoebe had been finger-fucking Xalandra for almost a half hour now,
bringing her to the brink of a climax and then backing off. Only to then
start over once more from the beginning. It was a pattern that was driving
the younger woman mad with lust - and she was loving it.
Phoebe moved her other hand up and down Xalandra's body as she continued
to fuck her with increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against
the psychic's small breasts, squeezing them and playing with the nipples.
Phoebe always got off being in control, and she found there was no time she
was more in control than when she was fingering another woman.
Totally drenched in the combined sweat of their third bout of lovemaking,
Xalandra moaned like an animal as she clutched the sheet beneath even harder
in her tightly balled hands. Never had she ever experienced anything like
what she was feeling now. If this was her last night on Inzeladun, she
would only have one wish - that she reached orgasm before she died.
Already, Phoebe had taken her further than she had imagined possible,
and if she would just go on a little longer, Xalandra knew heaven was hers.
She was so close she could taste it.
Phoebe pushed Xalandra's head and shoulders down against the mattress,
giving her even greater leverage. Pulling her fingers out of her lover
at the verge of orgasm grew harder each time, but still she knew she had to
do it at least once more.
"Noooo!" Xalandra's mind screamed as she felt the
pressure within her fade as Phoebe withdrew again. How could she do it
when she was so nearly there?
It was a complaint that she dared not give voice to, for fear that
Phoebe might stop for good, not just long enough for her to cool down and have
to start up that steep hill to nirvana again.
This time however, the pause only lasted seconds. Just long
enough for Phoebe to turn Xalandra over onto her back and press deep inside
her once more. The realization that they were going to reach that mountaintop
this time brought an almost indescribable joy to the young psychic. Phoebe
started using her other hand on herself, fucking herself with the same rhythm
she used on Xalandra.
Xalandra screamed in ecstasy as Phoebe drove her fingers deep within
her, burying its full length. Their bodies became once again one, their
burning flesh glowing with passion.
Face to face, their lips met, their tongues intertwined even as
their bodies quaked in anticipation of a heart-stopping explosion.
With her last vestiges of strength, fueled by the blind desires
of lust, Phoebe continued to pump away with her hand. She knew she couldn't
keep it going much longer, but also knew she didn't need much more.
Xalandra sensed the same thing as she clamped her legs around Phoebe's
wrist, as if she feared she would play a cruel joke on her and once again take
her joy away at the last moment. This was not to be, because not even
Phoebe had the strength to deny herself what she knew was about to come.
"Fuck me!" Xalandra screamed at the top of her lungs,
loud enough to have awaken the people on the first floor of the castle had there
been any. Even if there had been, she wouldn't have cared.
One deep, final thrust and they were there. The violent eruption
that had been building was unleashed and nothing could contain it. Their
bodies shook uncontrollably as the fires consumed them.
They had no words to describe what they felt, not even to each other.
All they knew was that it was good. So very good.
They also knew, there would be no fourth attempt. Like a forest
fire that had all the air sucked out of it by an explosion, all of their passions
had been extinguished in one soul shattering moment.
And with that, Phoebe returned from the
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