by Morgan Hawke
Encouraged by his obvious delight, Cassandra nibbled the flared edge of the cap, then sucked hard, swallowing the full length. He moaned and shuddered then bucked his hips, thrusting into her wet and heated mouth. He withdrew to the edge of his cock-head then slowly thrust into her throat, with firm strokes. Cassandra lashed her tongue across the bottom of his shaft as he fucked her mouth. With a hoarse panting moan, he dropped to his elbows, his body bowed over hers.
As she tongue-lashed him Cassandra ran a hand over his back and down his firm ass. A fine sheen of sweat had formed at the base of his spine; his muscles were taut and vibrating. He was getting ready to cum. Quickly she formed a tight ring on his shaft around the base of his cock, just above the balls, restraining his ejaculation. He thrust hard, holding his iron hard cock in her mouth, a hoarse painful moan escaping his lips. He tried again. Cassandra’s fingers held firm.
With a vicious oath he reared back and sat up. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop, slapping upright against his belly.
“Going somewhere without me?” Cassandra purred. The Magister grabbed Cassandra bodily. She yelped in surprise as he flipped her over onto her tummy. Firmly, he gripped her hips and hauled her up on her knees.
“I am the Master here,” he snarled, “I will not be controlled by one such as you.” He fisted his hand in her red tresses and pulled her head back firmly but with surprising gentleness. She felt his fingers delve into her damp core, exploring her wet and ready flesh.
Now we’re getting somewhere! She thought to herself. He burrowed his fingers into her, then thrust deeply but slowly again and again. Curling his fingers, he stroked her walls from within. Cassandra shuddered in excitement, rocking back against his fingers, fucking herself against his palm. Warmth curled in her belly as she realized that she was damn close to cumming.
“Fuck me!” she hissed in impatience. “Fuck me now!”
Pulling his fingers out of her, she felt the heated tip of his cock pressing against her wet and hungry opening. He pulled her back against him and shoved into her depths with a grunt.
Cassandra moaned as he filled her, his width stretching her walls deliciously. To her complete surprise, he laid himself full against her arched back then reached an arm around her hip. His fingers found and rubbed against her swollen clit. Cassandra bucked her hips back against him as the salacious pleasure propelled her toward the brink of a vicious orgasm. She mewled in frustration as her pleasure stayed just out of her grasp.
The Magister took that moment to pull back, then buried himself to the hilt in a long deep stroke. He shoved deeply in again, and again, and again. Cassandra moaned and thrust herself back against him in perfect timing. They increased in speed until the loud wet slapping of his thighs against her ass filled the room. His hand never left her clit as he rubbed and rubbed.
Suddenly Cassandra felt the unmistakable quiver that meant she was about to cum. Panting, she gripped the fur in both hands as she rocked herself back against the hard cock slamming into her hungry pussy. Her breath caught and she froze as her climax suddenly rippled, then cascaded through her quivering body. She felt her inner walls tremble, clenching powerfully around his lodged flesh. Power flared down her spine to envelope her, raising the fine hairs. She heard him howl as her power pulled him forcibly into an orgasm, his cum spewing into her welcoming body, her inner flesh squeezing and sucking him dry.
Breathlessly, they fell onto the furs wrapped in each other’s arms. Cassandra pulled him into a soul-sucking kiss that he answered with enthusiasm. Tongues lashed against each other, tasting the spent passion of the other.
“If it weren’t for the Monsignor, I would keep you for myself,” the Magister growled breathlessly.
“I guess you’ll just have to conjure me again, when you haven’t got a project for me,” Cassandra murmured with a smirk. “In the meantime...”
* * * *
She was fast asleep and dreaming...
The stone room was dank, but amazingly clean. Torches flickered and smoked on the walls. A man in long red robes sat in a tall, throne-like wooden chair. She couldn’t see his face, but she could clearly see the face of the beautiful girl that knelt at his feet. There were tears running down her cheeks. She blinked her huge blue eyes, and her full lips trembled. She was dressed in a simple gown of sheer cotton. Platinum blond tresses slid down her back and pooled on the floor in a silvery cape.
The cool blue glow of power shimmered from his upraised palms to the kneeling girl. “Tell me again that you love me,” he said in a voice that oozed tenderness.
“I love you,” she said in a voice that wavered with emotion. She meant every word, and yet the tears did not halt.
“Kiss my slipper.”
She couldn’t get down on the floor fast enough. She rubbed her face on the velvet slipper and pressed fervent kisses on the toe.
“Who sent you?” he asked softly.
She sat up and her mouth worked, but no sound came from her throat. She shook her head and the tears fell faster.
“I thought that you loved me?”
“I do, I do—.” She tried again, but no sound came from her lips. She sobbed openly.
“Then you do not love me.” He sighed and pushed her away with his foot. She fell back with great gasping cries, then curled into a ball on the stone floor.
“Lieutenant,” he said softly. “Bring the scarf.”
“Yes, your worship,” replied someone from the shadows.
“No!” The maiden screamed out. “Please! I love you, I’ll do anything, anything, please!”
“Then tell me who sent you,” said the man in red robes. His voice lashed at her like a whip.
She tried then shook her head in frustration. “I want to, but the words won’t come, I can’t tell you.”
“Then I can’t save you,” he said with grave gentleness. “Only the name of the one who sent you can save you.”
She collapsed on the floor at his feet, sobbing hysterically.
“No? Then your fate is sealed.” He rose from the chair, pulling the hem of his long scarlet robes from her clutching fingers.
“Sire?” someone inquired from the shadows.
“I am done with her.” He sighed.
“Very good, sire.”
“However, her tears pleased me. Leave her maidenhead intact and strangle her swiftly. Let her die a virgin.”
* * * *
Cassandra jerked awake. What the Hell was that?
Her inner roommate shifted below her skin. A viewing, it sighed within her mind. Of the Monsignor.
That really happened?
Oh, yes. There was no disguising the pleasure it felt. It liked killing...
This is what I have to seduce?
Oh, yes, sighed her roommate.
It was a long time before sleep came back to Cassandra.
Chapter Three:
Adorned
Cassandra was awakened, and grumbling, she was pulled from the Magister’s huge bed by four very short but strapping maids. The light of a single candle relieved the utter darkness. She was then escorted, wrapped in a sheet, to a room that had obviously been originally set up for her. A room she hadn’t slept in. A huge fire roared in an enormous fireplace before a massive four-poster bed.
Once again a wooden tub had been filled with water, this time for her alone. With a judicious use of her demonic power, she heated the water herself, then stepped into the tub. The water came up to her neck as she sat down. With a cozy sigh, she settled in for a soak.
Two huge horse-faced women came tromping in. They grabbed her arms and went after her with harsh soap and rough rags, determined to scrub her within an inch of her life.
“Hey! Cut that shit out!” Cassandra howled in indignation. After a large amount of slopped water, Cassandra stood up and pushed them off of her.
“Look, I’m already clean, damn it! Unlike everybody else around here, I fucking bathe every damn day!” She held out her arms for them to see
. They ignored her words and lunged forward.
“I said stop!” Cassandra commanded, her voice laced with demonic depth. Power flared in a corona around her, flames blazed up on her skin in a wash of heat. Her hair floated up to wave in the infernal wind. The water in the tub bubbled and steamed in a boil she didn’t feel.
The two women screamed and fell away, cowering on the floor.
“That’s more like it,” Cassandra hissed. “I will bathe myself, and if you are good I won’t char you to ashes,” she growled. The image of the two women writhing and screaming in flames danced entertainingly through her thoughts. I don’t remember being this bloodthirsty, Cassandra mused, a little puzzled.
The women whimpered in fright, too scared to move.
After a nice soak, Cassandra allowed them to dry her off with a huge sheet. With much bowing, they showed her some blown-glass bottles in vivid colors. The rich scents of exotic oils wafted from the open vials. With deference, they offered to rub her skin with the rich unguents.
Agreeing to this, Cassandra was encouraged to lie on her back on top of a clean sheet spread over a thick carpet on the floor by the fire. Her feet were massaged, then their hands swept up her long muscular legs. Strong fingers worked the oil into her thighs, then swept through the short pelt of her trimmed pussy. They rolled her on her side and dove into the seam of her thighs, under her ass, then in the furrow of her butt cheeks.
Cassandra moaned in warm pleasure as their hands smoothed over her tummy and dug into her firm ass. She was encouraged to sit up. Her waist was oiled and cooed over for its narrowness. Up her ribcage the hands slid across her back, then over her shoulders and around her breasts.
Their touch circled closer and closer to her pointed nipples, finally massaging them with an open palm, then pinching them lightly, giving her little jolts of pleasure that streaked straight to her pussy. Her neck was oiled, wrapping her in a cloud of scent. Hands stroked down her arms, paying special attention to her hairless armpits and each individual finger.
Encouraged by the maids, she tasted a delicate powder they wanted to dust her body with. She discovered that it was sweet, super-fine sugar. With a puff of sheepskin, she was dusted with the very fine, delicate powder. Gently they covered her from her throat, all over her breasts, down her thighs and over her firm ass. They paid close attention to her pussy, sweeping the sheepskin deep into her pink flesh.
Sugaring me up for my appointment with the Monsignor, she figured.
Giggling at Cassandra’s reaction to the sweet dust, they helped her sit on a low stool. Gold silk stockings were rolled up her glossy hairless legs to just above her knee. The maids whispered and muttered as they explored the silky smoothness of her shaved shins.
Too bad they’re all nasty looking, or this could have been very interesting, Cassandra thought in amusement. Ribbon garters were tied into bows below her knees to keep the stockings up. She looked down into the face of the maid sitting between her thighs and tying her garters.
Hmm, this one’s not too bad, she thought with a wicked gleam in her eye. The maid appeared to be younger. She looked more like someone in her late teens than the rest of the horse-faced hausfraus, and she looked fairly clean.
“Wait,” Cassandra said, as the maid started to rise. The girl froze and turned to her in trepidation. “What is your name?” Cassandra asked her and waved the other maids away.
“I’m Flora, Mistress,” the chit whispered in fright.
“Well, Flora, I want you to do something for me.” The young maid’s fear was palpable and it was exciting her.
“Yes, Mistress?”
“I want you to kiss me,” Cassandra said very softly. “I want you to kiss me here,” she said, spreading her thighs and presenting her freshly oiled and sugar-dusted pussy.
“Kiss you?” Flora blinked up at her. “There?”
Oh, goody! A virgin to cunnilingus! How nice. Cassandra thought wickedly. “Yes, Flora, kiss me there. I am the Mistress, and you must do as I say.” Now.”
Flora whimpered, but bent forward and pressed soft lips on the inverted cross of Cassandra’s closely trimmed mound.
“Very nice... Now, lick it, right here,” she whispered using her carmine nails to part the plump petals of her mons, revealing the pink inner flesh of her damp and voracious pussy. “Lick it all, Flora. Lick everything.”
Flora’s little tongue touched her delicately, then with more enthusiasm as the sugar melted into Cassandra’ pearly essence.
Cassandra moaned in appreciation. “Yes, my sweet girl, a little harder, a little quicker and don’t miss anything.”
Flora grabbed at Cassandra’s knees for support and went at it with a will. Her tongue slathered all over Cassandra’s delicate and hungry flesh, then speared into the narrow and dripping gate to her womb. The sound of delightful slurping filled the chamber.
Cassandra sighed as bliss began to roll up her body in slow waves. I see I have a convert; a little lesbian in the making, Cassandra chuckled to herself.
“Yes, my sweet girl, now lick me here,” she said and pointed her finger at her clit. I am really getting off on this total control thing.
Flora poked her tongue at the tiny nubbin of flesh, then licked.
“Mmm! Delightful girl!” Cassandra said in appreciation. “A little harder and a little quicker... Yes,” she hissed as a wave of pleasure gripped her and threatened to spill over. “Just a little bit more,” Cassandra said as she began to fight for breath. Her hips rocked forward onto Flora’s mouth.
Cassandra felt her orgasm begin to crest. She reached out and grabbed Flora by the hair and mashed her pussy against Flora’s mouth and working tongue, raising her bottom from the stool to fuck the girl’s face. Harshly, Cassandra pinched her own nipples and heat flooded up from her pussy in a wave of demonic power, rushing through her in a shrieking, clenching crushing climax. Cassandra felt her creamy woman cum pool, then douse Flora’s face. She barely heard Flora’s whimpers as Cassandra’s power slammed into the little virgin to give her an orgasm of her own.
“Good girl,” Cassandra panted, dropping to the stool in gratified exhaustion.
Flora slumped, panting over her knee, her face shiny with Cassandra’s pleasure. The other maids had cowered in the corner.
Cassandra lifted the maid’s face and brushed her lips across her forehead.
Flora opened her eyes, blushed furiously, then bolted from the room.
Cassandra raised a speculative brow as she watched the maid flee. I wonder how long it’s going to take her to find a girlfriend?
Looking down at the glistening moisture streaking her thighs, Cassandra sighed. “I guess I’m going to need more sugar.”
The rest of the maids crept back to Cassandra. The jar of sugar powder was reopened. She was puffed with the honey-dust, then helped into a flimsy gold chemise with delicate lace framing her throat. It was held closed with tiny bows from the neck down. The maids lifted up a red velvet gown that had been draped across the black silk damask comforter of the poster bed.
My, my, my... No panties? How shameless! Cassandra thought to herself with a snicker. Looks like we are not even going to pretend what I’m going to be doing.
Cassandra cooed over the velvet in appreciation. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was long-sleeved, and covered in gold trim with tiny bows. Garnet and onyx jewels winked like stars all over the corset-like bodice. The gown also opened all the way down the front and was held closed only by a row of gold-tipped ribbons that tied across the gilded bodice. Once she was helped into it, Cassandra was pleased to see that the square neckline of the gown pushed her breasts up invitingly.
“Hmm, definitely something meant to get out of in a hurry,” Cassandra said softly to herself as the maids placed matching slippers on her feet. They could have never been called shoes; they were far too delicate to ever be worn outside.
After a final dusting of the honey powder across her breasts, one of the maids stood back
to look at her and frowned. Then to Cassandra’s surprise, the maid dipped her hands into Cassandra’s bodice and scooped her breasts up until the nipples rested at the very edge of the bodice, barely concealed by the lace. Apparently pleased with the effect, the maid then shoved Cassandra into a low chair before a vanity with a gilded mirror. With a look of fierce determination, the maid picked up a hairbrush.
“Wow,” was all that Cassandra could say as she gazed upon herself in the mirror. Using heated iron rods, her hair had been skillfully curled and piled in a magnificent heap atop her head. Onyx and garnet pins held it up with a gold ribbon threaded through the mass. One pull on that ribbon and the whole thing would come tumbling down.
The maids opened the glass and jewel pots of make-up. This was where Cassandra figured she’d better take over. She absolutely refused to have them rub her face with the creamy white and poisonously lead-based facial make-up. Instead she gently dusted her cheeks and forehead with the sweet powder. Using her fingertips, she dusted her lids liberally with a gold dust, darkening the corners with an amethyst purple powder.
She looked over the collection of glass pots and frowned. Is that what I think it is? She lifted a tiny alabaster pot with a gold lid that was filled with something that looked like finely ground soot. A small, ivory stick with a rounded tip was tied to the pot with a scarlet ribbon.
A maid leaned at her elbow, presenting her with a tiny clear vial full of a thick golden liquid. At Cassandra’s nod, the maid opened the vial and poured a small amount of viscous, unscented oil into a shallow dish no bigger than her palm.
Cassandra plucked the ivory stick from the jar. Good thing I read that article in the National Geographic on ancient Egypt and how they used this stuff, Cassandra thought in amusement. I had no idea that the Medieval French used powdered kohl too! She rolled the ivory stick in the tiny dish of oil, and then dipped the oiled stick into the pot of black powder. Gently she outlined her eyes and darkened her lashes.