Nakedella: Book Two

by Viola Grace

  He curled his body around her and they spooned, facing the fire. He didn’t make any attempt to couple with her, just held her through the night. She didn’t want to sleep, she wanted to enjoy this simple closeness with another being, but it was impossible. Sleep tugged her down and held her in its embrace all night.

  The next morning, a sweet kiss woke her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her paramour without opening her eyes. When the kiss ended, the husky “Good morning, Nakedella,” snapped her eyes wide open. Drygan was in four-footed form already, and it was Alak in her embrace.

  “We need to get going.”

  “Oh, all right.” She stumbled to the stream and dunked her head. Shaking her hair loose, she walked calmly up to Drygan, jumping onto his back. It was the first time she had made it on her own. The unicorn’s head bobbed in enthusiasm, and he shook his mane in approval.

  The prince stood off to one side, amazed. Shaking his own head, he took his place behind her and they started off. He kept his arms loosely around her, and began to talk about some of the more exotic species that he had met in his time.

  She countered with those that she had met. Of course, she told him, the most exotic species that she had met was the cursed werewolf. Extremely rare. Most curses were aimed at torture of the victim, not the people around him.

  The next few days passed in the same kind of relaxed camaraderie. The few couplings that they did engage in were slower, with far less frenzy and competition. Seeking their partner’s satisfaction was the goal of their encounters.

  At last, the castle sprouted into view on the horizon. They stopped about half a day’s ride from it and set about their battle plan for dealing with the devils. The men argued about the best way of distracting them.

  Nakedella sat quietly, formulating her own plan. “Gentlemen, I believe that I have a way to clear the castle of the devils.”

  “What? How would you know how to deal with devils?” The prince seemed outraged. “I have lost dozens of volunteers there over the years. No one has been able to do it.”

  “You see, Alak, I know a little something about devils that I learned from one of my clients early in my career.”

  After describing her plan of attack and dealing with the argument that ensued, they came around to her way of thinking. She put her hands on her hips and faced her travel companions to prepare them for the extreme measures that they would have to take. “Okay, boys, strip.”

  Chapter Five

  Taking a deep breath, she gestured to Drygan and Alak to follow her. She strode confidently into the main hall, and Alak’s hand on her back directed her to the great ballroom.

  She didn’t hesitate when she saw the short, red creatures, but walked to the center of the room and gestured for one of her companions to lie on the floor. She could see the devils all around them trying to ignore the nude trio. The card games and dice continued unabated as she nodded to Alak, kneeling between his thighs. Drygan leaned against one of the marble pillars to wait until he was signaled.

  She could feel the interest building around her as she slowly stroked her fingers up the inside of his thighs and down again. Nakedella leaned forward, exhaling slowly on Alak’s member, then stroked her tongue up and down the underside, flicking the tip with her tongue at each upstroke.

  His cock began to swell under her ministrations, growing to the proportions that she had become accustomed to. Her mouth was no longer able to contain his length, so she wrapped one hand around his shaft, pumping as she sucked and swirled the head of his cock with her tongue.

  His hips were rising in reaction to her rhythm. The groaning deep in his throat signaled his enjoyment of her attentions, and the light sweat that was forming on his brow told her that he was wrapped up in his own pleasure. With a wet pop, she pulled her mouth away and crawled up his body, licking and biting as she went.

  His navel was gnawed gently, his ribs nibbled, and his nipples scraped with her teeth. The corded column of his neck was ravaged, then her lips traced the edge of his jaw. His mouth was her final destination, her body crouching over his with her knees to either side of his ribs, and her hands next to his head.

  Her tongue traced the outline of his lips and then her mouth met his in a kiss that had her moaning and him snarling. His hands feverishly roamed over her as they kissed, and she moaned as flames took her over. One of his hands gripped her breast, his fingers worrying at her nipple, and the other plunged between her thighs to enter her pussy. Two fingers worked into her and began to pump rapidly.

  Her body bucked against his, trying to get contact to her clit. She could feel the wet head of his cock pressing against her belly, and she squirmed on his fingers while mewling cries came from her mouth, pressed against his.

  To her left, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the first of the devils fall to their distraction. It looked, leered and popped out of their dimension. It was working.

  Alak thrust a third finger into her, stroking her clit with his thumb. She squealed and shuddered as the first of several waves of release ran through her.

  The popping noise of devils distracted by her orgasm caused her to smile, and drew her attention back to the task at hand.

  She nodded to Alak, and he raised her above him. Her hands fell to his chest and she set her knees to either side of his hips as he slid slowly into her. Her warbling cry of enjoyment caused another round of explosions around the room.

  The hundred devils were now down to seventy-five or so.

  She slowly rode Alak, dragging herself up and down on his cock, squealing and moaning every time his hands slammed her firmly down onto him, the coarse hair of his groin pressing into her inner thighs. The light abrasion caused her flesh to become even more sensitized.

  Her breasts bounced in a harsh rhythm as she let his hands control the pace of their coupling. She went over the edge of pleasure once again. The popping of the devils who couldn’t keep themselves from looking was almost deafening.

  As her body slumped against his, Alak nodded to Drygan, and then she felt his hands on her back, stroking and soothing her.

  Ella lifted her head off Alak’s chest, bending back into the hands that now caressed her from behind. Her sighs of enjoyment were genuine as his hands relieved knots of tension in her back and shoulders. Slowly and deliberately, his hands cupped her ass, kneading the taut muscles.

  Still impaled on Alak, she had nowhere to go when Drygan’s fingers began to rub slow circles on her anus. The cream that she had put there while the men had disrobed eased the passage of one of his thick fingers. She could feel the digit rubbing against the wall of her vagina from the other side as it worked deeply into her.

  When the second finger joined the first and began to slowly slide in and out of her in a deliberate manner, she moaned, pushing back onto his hand.

  Over and over he thrust, until her sphincter ceased to tense up and her body had relaxed onto Alak’s once again.

  There was another explosion of popping devils as Drygan fitted his cock to the opening of her ass, pushing carefully into her until he was fully seated.

  Nakedella shuddered and shook as the double penetration rocked her senses. Under her, Alak was covered with sweat and above her, Drygan was slowly beginning to move.

  The two men’s eyes met, and they coordinated their paces. Ella’s squeals and the exploding devils were the only noises in the room aside from the harsh grunts caused by the effort of both men holding back their release. With his hand shaking from tension, Alak reached between their heaving bodies, stroking Ella’s clit once more. Rapid circles on the sensitive flesh with the two men fighting for space in her body sent her shivering and gasping into an orgasm that didn’t seem to want to end.

  Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she fainted as the last devil popped out of the ballroom.

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  Groaning his own satisfaction, Drygan drove himself firmly into her tight ass, pulling her hips tightly to him as his seed spewed from him i
n bursts.

  Alak was reveling in the contractions of both Ella and his friend when his own cock suddenly erupted in its own long-denied release. His chest heaving like a bellows, he realized that the devils were gone and the room empty, with the exception of the sweaty trio still bound by Nakedella’s body.

  “It worked, Drygan. I didn’t think that it would, but it did.” He began to laugh. His member slipped from her slick channel with his levity.

  “Yes, the little pretty had a great idea. She is more intelligent than you give her credit for.” He pulled his own member from her ass, watching wistfully as the opening that he had so recently occupied closed up over the silvery trail of his cum.

  “She has broken one curse in one night. I do believe that you are right.” He smiled and moved a strand of her hair that had fallen across her eyes. She looked exhausted, but relaxed. “Who knew that the devils would be sensitive to the sights and sounds of sex?”

  “Apparently she did. Or we wouldn’t be in an empty castle.” Drygan nostrils flared as took stock of his body, and the scents of the intense sex that were swirling through the room. “I’ll get the pond cleared out. You bring Ella.”

  Alak grunted and sat up, cradling her in his arms. Her fellatio had been some of the most talented tongue work that he had ever experienced. When he had finally cum, it had been like his mind had exploded out of his cock. Perhaps he could keep her here after the curse was broken.

  He stood and carried her to the central pond that was fed by an underground hot spring. He was relieved to see no damage to the pool and grinned at his friend, who had taken up a seat in it and was gesturing for Alak to hand over the sleeping woman.

  He did, then sank into the water with a grateful sigh, the warmth swirling around him. It had been too long since he had relaxed in the pool.

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  Nakedella stirred, looking around. She felt warm…and wet. Drygan’s shoulder was a soothing pillow under her head as he cleansed her pussy with a bar of soap that had already made the journey across her breasts and belly.

  “Did it work? Are they gone?” Her throat was sore from the moaning and shouting she had done, but it was worth it to see the pleased look on both the masculine faces.

  “It did, and they are. Thank you, Nakedella. Now we just have one curse to go.” Alak smiled at her. It was a genuine smile, not strained as were so many of his other expressions.

  “Well, that one is simply a matter of time. Your change is in two days?” She half-heartedly tried to take the soap away from Drygan, but he ignored her, instead inserting a soapy finger into her ass. She yelped. “Ow. That burns.”

  “Oops. Sorry. I had forgotten that it might.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and removed the invading digit.

  Alak leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Two nights, to be precise. Tonight and tomorrow are the last normal evenings until the change is over.”

  “Then you had best make the most of them.” She snuggled against the unicorn, sighing deeply in relaxation. Her eyes widened in surprise when she was taken off the comfortable lap that she was on and settled on a lap that was nowhere near as relaxing.

  Alak thrust slowly into her swollen, sensitive flesh. “I intend to.”

  Chapter Six

  An old woman was hired from the village to tackle the laundry and to get a few rooms ready. Nakedella shared the prince’s room, as per the curse. Drygan slept in the room next door.

  During the day, at her instruction, a blacksmith was also sent for to install rings and chains in the prince’s bedroom. Alak seemed confused by it, but trusted her to know what she needed to survive his change.

  The second night, Alak watched her suck off the shifted unicorn while he mounted her from behind. Then they reversed the positions. The prince seemed to revel in her tongue on him, and she could taste her own musky flavor on his cock as she sucked and stroked him to orgasm. Drygan was being lazy. He kept up a pace so slow that it felt like the tide surging in and out, unlike Alak’s frenzied pounding.

  Once again she was moaning and sighing with contentment and comfort before he turned serious and began to drive for his own release. His hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back so that he could reach her neck with his mouth. A few rough kisses and then a solid bite at the point where her neck met her shoulder as he groaned his fulfillment concluded the encounter.

  Or so she thought. As soon as he pulled out of her, he flipped her to her back, crawling between her thighs to lap at her pussy with the long, slow strokes of a tongue that was just a little too long to be human.

  He delved into her, licking up the traces of cum that he had left behind with relish. The slow lapping of his tongue flicking at her clit with every stroke soon had her squirming under the hands that held her still.

  His steady rhythm didn’t waver, no matter what mewling cries and begging whimpers came from her throat. He stayed to the pace he set and when she finally did go off, it wrung a scream from her throat and spasmodic twitching from her body.

  She waited out the aftershocks, then tried to drag herself back into the bed that she shared with Alak. Drygan simply lifted her and tucked her in. He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, and she fell asleep with the mingled taste of their cum on her lips.

  * * * * * *

  Nakedella began her day with organizing supplies for the next few days. She and Alak wouldn’t be leaving their chamber until after his transformations were complete for this lunar cycle.

  A slot for food was cut into the door at floor level, and his room had a bathing chamber that was fed by the same hot spring as the pool, so no trouble with a water supply.

  As the sun crossed the sky, her preparations took on a desperate frenzy. The laundress was preparing to leave hours before the sun set, so Ella had to take over the duty of delivering sheets and blankets to the chamber.

  Alak came to fetch her as he began to feel the first stirrings of his transformation. They quickly entered his chambers and sat as Drygan dropped the posts into the brackets that had been installed on the outside of the door.

  He would not open it until Ella asked him to, and four days would have to pass before that would happen.

  Time crawled as Alak got more and more agitated. Finally Nakedella tackled him to the bed, slowly rubbing her body across his. “Perhaps we should get your mind off the change.”

  Flames of lust lit his eyes as he took her mouth in a kiss that was as deep as it was ferocious. “That is one hell of an idea.” With hands that collided occasionally, they stripped him of clothing. “Come to think of it, I usually destroy my clothes, so this is a wonderful idea.”

  “Shut up and fuck me.” Snarling, she pounced on him once again, rolling and laughing with him as the sheets tangled around them.

  With a great deal of fumbling and giggling, his cock finally made its way into her squirming body and he took charge of their coupling.

  Each thrust drew a shuddering sigh from her, followed by gasps as with every stroke, his transformation progressed.

  His face elongated into a muzzle, ears grew and sharpened to points that jutted from his hair. The hands that gripped her hips sprouted claws and the member within her extended beyond his normal dimensions to the point where the friction within her was almost unbearable.

  She arched her back, exposing her neck to him. His muzzle approached her vulnerable throat, his jaws parting to show vicious fangs. This was the moment. If he chose to rend her, it would be now.

  Chapter Seven

  The wolf did choose to use his mouth on her, but not in the manner she was braced for. His tongue lapped at her neck with long, wet strokes, and he held her in place as he tasted her. Kissing with his muzzle would be nigh impossible, so he simply tasted every bit of skin that he could reach.

  He was extremely flexible. He bent almost double to lick at her abdomen while keeping his member lodged inside her. His tongue was extremely hot, and a damp trail followed his progress up her body as his attention w
andered all over her torso.

  He lapped with precise attention at her nipples, resulting in her hips rising sharply against his. His snarl of enjoyment caused a shiver to roll through her as the deep sound reverberated in every portion of her body.

  His control snapped and he drove his hips into hers with brutal beats, snarling and groaning with pleasure as she moaned and writhed beneath him, trying to meet his thrusts with her own.

  Tears leaked from her eyes as her body sought release from the desperate tension that gripped her. The earlier pause in their activities had driven her threshold higher than it had been in any of their other encounters.

  His teeth digging into her shoulder was the burst of sensation she needed to go over the edge. She shrieked her release as the pain and pleasure blended into a spiral that started deep in her channel to pulse outward to every nerve in her body.

  Alak thrust quickly into her, short rapid bursts of movement that culminated as he buried his shaft into her a last time, howling his satisfaction. The walls shook with the reverberations of his cry, and so did Nakedella.

  She was still trembling when he withdrew from her body and curled around her on the bed. At that point she became aware of his tail, and the paws that now substituted for his feet. The tail curled around them, nestling its tip between her breasts. The delicate rub of his fur soothed her sensitive skin, and she soon fell into a nap.

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  The soft rasp of his tongue against her skin brought her to awareness a few hours later. The sun had completely set, leaving the almost-full moon as her only means of viewing her lover.