I gulped but nodded, feeling worse about downplaying how dangerous and strenuous this job was going to be. Then I remembered the end goal, the destruction of the king, and my resolve filled me back up. I would not bring them into this until I had to. Until war was going to be brought to our doors, then I could let them know what was going on and why.
My mother comes over to me and kisses my head, whispering a prayer to the gods that everything goes in my favor and I return swiftly. I stood up and gathered my mother into my arms, giving her a big hug. Remembering that these two have given me the strength, courage, love and support all my life, I gave her another squeeze just because, and when I pulled away she cupped my face. “Go get it and come back soon.”
I nodded and thanked them both, telling them I would be careful and back as soon as possible before I turned, stopping myself from bolting to the door as fast as I could, casually stepping over and opening it, leaving them behind. Let’s hope I was able to keep my word and make sure that I make it back in one piece.
Chapter 7
Aftersheleftmyroom, I looked down at my rock hard dick and exhaled. “Soon, big guy. Soon I will break through that cold exterior of hers and then she will be ours.” Like my dick had a mind of its own, it grew just a tad more at that thought, straining against my pants, begging to be let free. It was so bad that I knew this wouldn’t go away with a little self-control or a cold shower. I was going to have to relieve the big guy myself.
I moved over to my side table and grabbed a jar of special oil. It was a concoction I made myself that was not only slightly heated while being used but also washed off easily, leaving no residue. It was so popular among others in the guild that I made a sort of side business out of it.
I made my way over to the bed. I’ve always had a vivid imagination, so I closed my eyes and envisioned her climbing back through my window. Her strong, graceful body sliding thru, not making a sound like always, but this time I felt in tune with it. The energies in the room changed, and I knew she was there spying on me, which just excited me.
I thought about her slinking in the shadows, watching me with her hidden, lust filled eyes. Setting the jar of oil on the nightstand by memory, not wanting to break the spell of my fantasy, I slowly unbuttoned my pants and seductively lowered them down my legs. I was putting on a show for her, after all.
I bent over, making sure she got a clear view of my peachy ass as I climbed into my soft plush bed, pushing my comforter to the side for easy access to my body but also for the imaginary Emerald to have a view. With my eyes still closed, I visualized her eyes lighting up as she trailed them down my body, liking what she saw very much. She bit her bottom lip hard in order to prevent her from making a pleasureful sound and alerting me to her presence.
Now settled in both my bed and fantasy, I reached back and grabbed the oil, putting some in the palm of my hand before I slowly descended my hand down my body, making my hand into a fist as I reached the tip of my dick, thrusting up into it like I just entered her sweet, delectable pussy.
Imaginary Emerald started to taste her own blood on her tongue as she was working her hardest to keep quiet, to not let the moans in her throat work their way out and give her up. Her eyes took on a hungry edge as she watched me pump myself.
A moan broke from my lips, her voyeurism turning me on like no other. I have never been shy, always enjoyed the limelight, the crowd’s attention, but there was something different, something intimate about putting on a show for someone who was so restrained. Someone who always denied themselves. Tempting them to take that next step and to enjoy what was being offered.
I wanted to entice her, enchant her, make her crave to take it further. I pumped faster as I cried out for her, “Emerald.” Her name, a breath of prayer on my lips. Her eyes flew open as she realized I was thinking about her as I pleasured myself, and she started to prowl around the dark spots in my room. Still keeping herself hidden for the right moment. Circling me like a predator ready to pounce on her prey, and I desperately wanted to be her prey.
My breathing came out erratically as I shifted and propped my feet on the bed and thrusted up into my hand harder, my hips lifting off the bed, desperate to get in hard and deep. I imagined her unavoidable intake of breath as she saw me. I heard her hesitant steps coming closer to the bed like she couldn’t help it any longer. Still not opening my eyes, my lips curved up, and I said in a cocky voice, “Do you like what you see, little assassin?”
I turned my head, keeping my eyes closed, as I envisioned looking at her, her body shaking with desire, her eyes sculpting my body to memory, my dick holding her attention longer than usual and her tongue snaking out onto her bottom lip. Yes. I want her desire and passion. I want her to pounce on me.
As soon as I thought about it, she started unbuckling her leathers, her eyes never leaving my dick as I fucked my hand. My heart beat faster under her gaze as she lifted her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her tight leather pants and rolled them down her deliciously toned legs. I almost came right there, but I kept my cool and slowed down my hand.
“Are you ready for your mistress, Zay?” Her sultry voice called out in a low tone that caused my body to quake with need. I needed her on me, around me, touching me.
“Yes.” I croaked out, not able to keep the tremble from my voice as I tried to keep control over myself. I wanted this to last. It’s my fucking imagination.
Emerald stepped up to the bed. She took her hand and slapped mine off my cock, making sure not to touch me but still making her want known. She didn’t want me touching myself when she could touch me. She swung her leg over my body, one leg standing on the ground and one leg bent on the other side of me on the bed. Her pussy was so close to my hard dick that it wept with pre-cum as it felt the heat from her pussy, so close to being where it wanted to be so badly.
“You want this?” She ran her hand down her stomach, past her mound, dipping between her folds and splitting her fingers apart to show me that center I was desperate to be in, to touch, to lick.
My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth, so entranced by her that my response was to nod furiously. Her normal stone-cold expression changed, lifting at one side to give me a rare seductive smile. She grasped my dick. I hissed at the touch, but didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to take my body as she saw fit. She positioned herself over me, never taking her eyes off mine once as she slammed herself down, my dick spearing her soaking wet heat.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I cried out. “Oh fuck. You’re so perfect.”
She gave me just a second to savor the feel of her before she started to move her hips, first softly and steadily, letting me get adjusted to the feeling. Her head rolled back, pointing to the sky as her dark green tresses skimmed the tips of my fingers that were gripping her hips. She let out a delicious moan, getting more and more excited, more and more wet for me.
I slid my hands up her sides, palming her breasts as she picked up the pace. The harder she thrusted the harder I gripped her breasts, holding on as I pushed up into her just as she pushed down onto me. The opposing forces colliding was a sweet symphony of our pleasure as we both moaned, calling out each other’s names in ecstasy.
I envisioned her squeezing me tight as her body got close, as her cries got breathless and her toes curled into the sheets. I pushed myself harder, moving my hands to dig into her hips as I lifted her up and down, the sound of our joining bodies ricocheting off my walls.
I knew I hit that special spot inside her as she dug her nails into my chest, eyes lighting up with fire as she looked down at me with a plea. It was the perfect expression.
She clamped down on me, back bowed, mouth open wide in a silent scream as she was coming on my cock, eyes never leaving mine.
I couldn’t hold out any more, not with her gorgeous honey brown eyes looking at me like she was both surprised and delighted by me. Like I just awoke something inside of her. Like I rocked her world and she would never be the same again.
I suddenly felt my cum land on my hand, jarring me from my fantasy, reality crashing down around me as I knew I was alone in my bed. No green hair goddess on top of me. No earth shattering joining of bodies. She wasn’t here squeezing the life out of my dick like I liked.
A bone cold chill took over my body, like the imaginary Emerald took all the warmth with her when the fantasy disappeared. I closed my eyes, not even cleaning myself up as I let my body come down from all the excitement and disappointment.
