I want to ask a hundred more questions. How did she come to be so good with knives? What does she do back in her other life? Where does she live? What is her family like? Is there. . . Is there anyone she cares for there?
“Also, I should have said earlier, I will be very sad when it is time to say goodbye,” I finally voice. “These moments with you have been very. . . precious to me. I have lived for a very long time alone. I will treasure the memory of these days with you for all eternity. It will be a great pain to me to part.”
She lets out a little cry and shoves her knife back in its hilt, springing up from where she’s sitting to come over to me. “Hold me.”
I almost throw down the cup in my eagerness to pull her into my arms, wrapping her tightly in the way I know she likes best, all three sets of arms around her small body. My soul only feels at rest again once she is secured against me, her face nested against my neck.
And when she says, “You asked what I want. I want you inside me again,” into my skin, I immediately harden beneath her.
She wriggles, and I release my arms around enough for her to whip her shirt over her head.
And then her gorgeous, bouncing teats are before my face. My breeches are painfully binding my length, and I’m eager to get her bottoms off, too. I lift her in one pair of arms, drag her pants down with another, and my breeches down with another still.
I carry her to the bed cloths, glad I stoked the stove so it radiates heat as I lay her sweet naked body down. Her legs fall open, and for the first time, I get to really see what I have only felt wrapped around me before. Immediately her scent rises to meet me, and I’m intoxicated.
“May I taste and lick you here?”
She squeaks, then nods and covers her eyes with her hands. “Please take control.”
I hesitate, then think about how pressure sometimes seems to calm her. “Can I restrain you?” I ask, moving my upper hands to cover hers.
She freezes a moment, then slowly removes her hands and nods, allowing mine to replace hers over her eyes. With her hands that are now free, she reaches for my middle pair of arms. “Yes. I’d like it if you held me down.”
My shaft hardens at her request as I hold her small wrists down to the soft pallet of the sleeping bag. It’s a stretch to bend my head down her torso to get to her pussy while covering her eyes and holding her wrists down, but I’m motivated, and her body is small enough that it’s not difficult.
I clamp my bottom hands on her inner thighs to anchor her there, then lower my mouth to her cunt.
First, I inhale the sweetest scent of the gods’ honey. I extend my tongue and lick up her slit.
Beneath all of my hands, I feel her tremble. Her legs start to shake, but I hold them still.
“More,” she begs. “Don’t tease.”
“You will take what I give,” I growl, and she shudders even more. I am beginning to understand what she likes. Another dance.
I think this may be the only place in her life she allows herself to follow another’s lead. She saysdon’t tease, yet it is what she craves.
It is as much a sweet torment to her as it is to myself to allow only the tip of my tongue to explore her delicious cunt. I’m so eager to get my entire mouth on her, to devour her.
But I just lick up her folds again, enjoying how she twists and writhes underneath my firm grip. Relentlessly I hold her thighs open as my tongue explores that fleshy nubbin at the top of her sex that seemed to drive her so absolutely mad yesterday when I strummed it.
Now, I lick it with my tongue.
If I thought she lost her mind when I gave it attention with my fingers, it is nothing to the way she begins to howl when I lick it repeatedly with the flat of my tongue.
When her moans become higher-pitched and more feverish, I pull away.
“No. You may not come yet.”
Beneath my hands covering her eyes, I feel the wetness of tears.
“Oh god,please,” she hisses. “It feels so good. I want to come.”
I smile. I love the sound of her begging. Many humans have begged me over the years. But only in terrified shouts or whimpers, begging not to die. This human begs me for pleasure, paradoxically wanting me to deny her. Because we both know it only amps her pleasure up higher when I do.
So I grin and remove one hand from her thigh to shove down my pants because the strain of my cock confined by the fabric is too much. Immediately her thigh wraps around my neck, andshe lifts her pelvis into my face. She is so desperate for friction and release.
I delight in her eagerness even as my hand comes back to pry her thigh from around my neck. My cock hardens more, which I wouldn’t have thought possible even a moment ago. But she’s just given me an opportunity to explore the dark fantasy of sexual punishment she raised yesterday.
