Nakedella: Book One

by Viola Grace

  “How well?” The trees surrounding the pond came into view. She sighed with relief that she had the currency to pay for the wash in the healing waters.

  “Two hundred gold marks.”

  “Wow, you were right. He does pay well. I wonder where he came up with that money?”

  “Mine is not to query my clients, but to provide whatever service they require.”

  She sighed and leaned a little more heavily on his arm as she hobbled along. “Well, currently you are providing me with a service, kitty. What are you going to charge me?”

  His tail flicked out and curled around her hip. “Oh, I will think of something, I am sure.”

  Nakedella kept her mouth shut the rest of the way. She was way too sore to be playing games with the tireless cat. His stamina was far greater than hers when she was at her best, and that was not this day.

  She sighed with relief as the pond came into view.

  “So, how are you going to pay the Sprite? She doesn’t heal for free.”

  Nakedella smiled tiredly, “I am carrying the currency that she accepts.”

  “This I have got to see.”

  She dropped his arm and stepped into the pond. The water lapped up her calves and swirled around her ankles. As if sculpted from living water, the Sprite rose up and faced the intruder.

  “Nakedella, how kind of you to visit. Why have you intruded into my waters uninvited?” The voice was cold, the temperature of the water reflecting her mood. This was not a happy water creature.

  “I am here to beg healing of you, oh mistress of the pond.” She bowed slightly, keeping her feet firmly anchored on the bottom of the pond as the water began to move more violently.

  “And what will you give me, if I give you the healing?”

  “I have been with four men today, and three of them spilled themselves within me.” She tried not to laugh as the Sprite perked up and the water warmed considerably.

  “And will you let me take their seed from you?”

  “I will, and I will welcome it.”

  “By whatever means I deem fit?”

  “Yes.” The water was almost hot now. Fortunately, she knew what was coming.

  “Then lay back and let me take it.”

  Silently, Nakedella lay at the edge of the pond with her hips tilted to the water and her thighs spread wide. She watched the Sprite approach, with anticipation lighting her translucent face. She began to trail her fingers up the inside of Ella’s thighs. Her hands were surprisingly warm as they caressed the tired and bruised skin, leaving healing and energy in their wake.

  Higher and higher, they caressed circles of healing on her skin until they reached Ella’s cunt. Carefully and with the utmost delicacy, she parted Ella’s labia and blew a gentle stream of air across her clit and the curls crowning her sex.

  It was at this point that Nakedella reached her hands up to grip the lush grasses behind her head, bracing herself. With a shuddering breath, she held her hips still as the Sprite’s tongue began to delve across her opening, darting inside to tease and extract her payment.

  Over and over, the Sprite licked her from anus to clit. She lapped up all traces of the men who had spent themselves in Ella’s body, taking their semen as her sustenance.

  Her tongue delved deep, and Ella’s hips began to twist in response. As she began to writhe against the Sprite’s face, she heard the Cheshire cat’s inhalation of breath.

  She hoped that he was enjoying the show, because she certainly was. The Sprite’s tongue bobbed in and out of her, drawing the seed that the men had left behind and leaving a healing coolness in her wake.

  As soon as the Sprite had drained her vagina of male secretions, her attentions turned to the task of arousing. Her tongue slowly dragged across her sex in a steady beat that had Ella writhing with tension in a matter of minutes.

  When two of the Sprite’s fingers burrowed gently into her ass, she squealed and bucked as her orgasm gripped her. The slow insertion and withdrawal of the fingers in her ass caused her palpitations to continue until she slumped in exhaustion.

  “Oh, that was nice. Thank you, Sprite.” Her voice was a thin whisper of sound.

  The Sprite looked up and smiled at her through a face covered in her juices. “My pleasure, Ella. Your healing is completed.”

  “Thank you again.”

  “The Cat, however, owes me his seed the next time he passes, as he has watched us both.”

  Nakedella smiled. If the Cat had thought that the Sprite hadn’t noticed him, he knew better now.

  His voice was slightly strangled. “Yes, madam. Of course.”

  “And don’t think to try and pass me. I control every brook and stream for twenty miles.” She sat comfortably back on a cushion of water and smiled unerringly at the Cat.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “Good. See you tomorrow, then.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Well, you are going to escort Nakedella to Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother’s house, aren’t you?”

  “That was my plan, yes.”

  “Then you will be there to escort her home tomorrow. Therefore, you will pass my pond and pay what you owe.”

  “Yes, madam. I will see you tomorrow, then.”

  The Sprite smiled brightly and disappeared back into the pond.

  Nakedella stretched and smiled at where the Cat’s voice had been. “Shall we continue?”

  Strong, warm hands lifted her to her feet and steadied her as her knees wobbled. “Yes, we shall.”

  “Good, get the basket and let’s get a move on before she realizes that the Candlestick Maker came in my ass.”

  Chapter Six

  Now that Nakedella was no longer considering retirement and emasculating any man that came near her, they were able to move through the woods with quite a brisk pace. It was also better for her to have the invisible hand of the Cat carrying the basket.

  They were within sight of the Grandmother’s cottage when the Cat finally made his move.

  One moment he was holding her arm gently, and the next he had thrown her to the ground and was nibbling gently at her neck with his considerable teeth.

  The invisibility made the seduction rather arousing as his hands roamed everywhere, touching her with no warning.

  She soon felt the wet heat stirring between her thighs as he nibbled and suckled at her breasts with those dangerous fangs and that coarse tongue. Her hands found his shoulders and threaded through his hair, urging him lower.

  He laughed gently against her breast and followed her not-so-subtle directions.

  His tongue lapped at her ribs, then delved into her navel. She flinched and moaned in pleasure.

  When his tongue made it to her sopping pussy, she groaned and spread her thighs as wide as she could to allow him full access. The scraping of his rough tongue was heaven. He caressed the inside of her thighs as his tongue lapped up all of the juice that was now flowing freely.

  Her hands stayed tangled in his hair as she arched her hips into his talented tongue, gasping and mewling cries breaking free from her throat and sending the wildlife scurrying.

  As she exploded under his ministrations, she heard his snarl and felt his mouth leave her and his hard member replace his tongue between her thighs.

  It was only a few quick thrusts before he was groaning and shuddering over her. As he slackened within her, he apologized. “I am sorry. I meant for it to last longer, but I couldn’t get the image of you and that Sprite out of my head.”

  She laughed gently. “I thought that it might be the problem. Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll do better next time.”

  His tongue lapped at her neck. “I know I will. Shall we go again?”

  “No. I am afraid that I need to finish my errands and get some rest.” She squirmed gently under him. “Off, kitty.”

  “All right, but don’t let that wolf near you, please.” He slowly levered off her, and she felt him slip from within her. He was at half-mast, an
d she giggled.

  It was one of the only times she wished she could see him. She had felt his body, and the muscles against her were firing her imagination.

  She sighed and stood up. Another time, perhaps.

  The sound of a throat being cleared loudly behind her caused her to turn with a feeling of inevitability.

  Ah, the wolf in question. “Hello, Warren.”

  “Nakedella. You were running a little late today, and I came to see if you were all right.”

  She was suddenly aware of the sticky trail leaking out of her and the strong scent that it carried. “Ah, I was delayed.”

  “Yes, it looked like you were very delayed. I assume the Cheshire Cat was to blame?”

  “How did you know?”

  “It was the only explanation for you to be writhing about with your thighs wide in the middle of the main path to Lorra’s house.”

  “Well, yeah.” She felt the Cat’s nails gently skim across her buttocks.

  “Is he still here?”

  “I don’t see him. But then, I wouldn’t.” She smiled and reached down to get the basket, but the wolf beat her to it. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents on her body.

  “You really have had a busy day, haven’t you?” He took her arm and gently led her to the ‘cottage’. It was more of a manor house, but Lorra liked the term, so cottage it was.

  “I could really use a bath and a nap, not to mention dinner.” Her thighs closed reluctantly as she tried to walk normally, but a bowlegged stagger was all that her muscles would allow.

  “So it shall be. Did you bring all of the groceries and candles?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t come all this way empty-handed.”

  “Well, I thought you might have been rushed or skipped a stop this week. You were extremely sore last Market Day.”

  They were almost to the door now.

  “I would never shirk my duties to my clients or my friends.”

  “I didn’t think so. Lorra has your room ready, and a bath will be sent up in a few minutes. The water has been kept warm for you.”

  Her grateful smile was heartfelt as she followed the wolf through the door and into the cool confines of the cottage.

  “Hello, Lorra! I would love to exchange pleasantries, but I am exhausted. Can we catch up in the morning?”

  The handsome older woman smiled at the worn look on Nakedella’s face. “Of course, my dear. It must be very tiring to be in your line of work.”

  “Some days more than others, and today has been one of those days.” She nodded politely to Lorra as she passed, then made her way to the rooms that were reserved for her.

  Lorra was in her early forties, and her affair with the younger Warren Wolfson was the stuff of legend. Apparently, while he was sniffing around her granddaughter, she had caught his eye. Her enthusiasm for sex in all its forms kept him coming back for more until she finally gave in and let him move in. They had been together for four years now.

  The household was always in immaculate shape and the guest rooms were no exception. Wolf was an excellent housekeeper. The four-poster that squatted in the center of the room was covered in crisp sheets, even having a mint and a rose on the pillow.

  She eyed the bed in longing, but was content to wait until the bathwater had arrived. She really wanted that bath. The Sprite’s water and attentions had taken the worst of the sweat off, but the Cheshire Cat’s musk was now heavy upon her.

  Warren Wolfson wandered into the room with buckets of steaming water. The housemaid was behind him with more. In one trip they filled the bath and left her with clean towels and a light, cold supper. She had all the supplies she could possibly want before dark, and immediately soaked and soaped her weary body in the tub.

  It had been a productive day. She had picked up all the special orders that Lorra had placed in the village, and delivered them before darkness crept across the land.

  Not a bad day’s work, she thought as she drifted off to sleep while still in the tub.

  She struggled to alertness when she felt hands washing her carefully and thoroughly. She blinked several times and then realized that the hands touching her were invisible. “Cat?” Her voice was husky with exhaustion.

  “Just relax, Nakedella. I will take care of you.” His hands were firm and businesslike as they washed her feet, legs, thighs and pussy with equal care and thoroughness. He soaped her breasts and belly, rinsed them, and then had her hold her knees while he washed her back and buttocks.

  “Hold your breath.” He then poured warm water over her hair so that he could wash it, which he did pretty expertly. One final rinse and he lifted her out of the tub and into a towel on his lap.

  Her hair was brushed with firm competent strokes, and she nodded off in her caretaker’s arms.

  She opened her eyes when her stomach woke her hours later. There was a large, warm presence in her bed, and she guessed that Cat had not chosen to take his leave of her, after all.

  His even breathing was relaxing and she almost napped off again before her stomach growled in protest.

  She whispered, “All right, enough.” She left the bed to tiptoe across the dark floor. The selections that they had brought were perfect when served cold, so she made herself a sandwich. The pitcher on the tray contained water, and she gulped it gratefully. Fucking through fables was thirsty work.

  She padded around the room while she ate, stretching her legs and working the kinks out of her body. When she finished her meal, she had another glass of water, knowing it would wake her up in a few hours and necessitate a sprint to the bathroom.

  With one final stretch, she crawled back into bed and snuggled under the covers. The Cat curled around her from behind, spoon-fashion, and began to purr. Ella had almost nodded off when she felt his knees parting her thighs and his phallus seeking her heat.

  She groaned softly as he pushed into her and began to pant as he ever-so-slowly drew out of her, then pushed back in. This was not the hurried coupling from the forest.

  His strong, clawed hands worked around her torso and cupped her breasts as he rocked within her. His thrusts continued to stroke the front wall of her vagina and she began to shiver and moan with every stroke.

  She slipped two fingers into her mouth to wet them and slid her hand down her body to circle her clit with those dampened fingers. Her nub was hard and straining against her fingers, pulsing with sensation.

  Long, pleasure-filled minutes passed in this manner, her body drawing tightly around his invading member. When she finally sobbed her release, he began to move with more purpose. His leisurely thrusts turned into harsh pounding that slapped his balls against her pussy every time he was in her to the hilt.

  His hands bruised her hips as he now drove for his own release. She reached up and braced herself on the headboard to stop her head from sliding into it with his movements.

  She felt the building shivers of another climax as he stroked past her g-spot repeatedly and she shrieked as the sensations overwhelmed her again.

  A dark chuckle sounded in her ear, followed by a groan as the Cat spilled his seed within her again. His arms wrapped around her to hold himself inside her wet heat.

  “Go back to sleep, Ella. I will be gone when you wake.” His voice was husky with his release. She felt soft lips on her neck and relaxed into his grip. Sleep followed swiftly.

  Chapter Seven

  The dawn crept across the bed, tickling her skin as it warmed her. When it reached her eyes, she blinked rapidly and squinted into the morning.

  After that session with the Cat she had slept the night through, and a fresh bath had been delivered to her room while she lay snoozing. That was odd. She quickly attended her call of nature and took stock of her surroundings.

  The table where her cold repast had lain now had a breakfast tray waiting for her. A note was folded neatly and tucked next to some fruit.

  Curious, she crossed the room and opened it. It read, “Dear Ella, I have taken the libert
y of sending a note to the kitchen for your breakfast and a fresh bath. You are going to need your strength for the trip home.

  PS. Please stop calling me ‘kitty’. My name is Henry.”

  She giggled and tucked into the bread, cold meat and fruit. As soon as she finished, she took a quick bath in the rapidly cooling water, then combed her hair and went out to greet the household.

  Odd noises coming from the dining room drew her attention. She rounded the corner and stood stock-still.

  The wolf was eating Grandma. There, on the table for anyone to see.

  Lorra’s thighs were spread wide and Warren’s head was burrowing between them. One of his hands moved with a steady rhythm, and Nakedella realized that it was one of the toys that the candle maker had sent along plunging in and out of his companion.

  That was why she had taken on the task of the trips to Lorra’s cottage on Market Day. The whole raw meat, lewd bread sculptures, and hard wax sex toys were too much for Red. She needed someone else to take them to her grandmother, so she had approached Ella.

  Nakedella had taken it on, including paying the vendors for their services, in order to assemble her retirement fund. It had been more successful than she had dreamed of. She had a client list that ran the gamut from warlocks to glassmakers.

  Well, the odd noises were explained as the wet sound coming from Warren’s tongue lapping at the fount of Lorra’s womanhood. The others were the sighs and moans of the woman on the table.

  Nakedella giggled softly and made her way out of the cottage. Time to go home.

  Her feet carried her lightly down the path. It was going to be a good day.

  She kept up her chipper attitude right until she saw the two hulking figures blocking the path. Oh hell. The Dey-Dumh brothers. There was no mistaking their silhouettes.

  “Oh, look, brother. Nakedella. The town’s most famous whore. What could she be doing here?”

  “I don’t know, brother. Perhaps yesterday was Market Day.”

  “Yes, I believe you are correct, brother.”

  “Thank you, brother.”

  Oh, damn. They had been waiting for me. That could only mean one thing.