Ruby Shadows

by Evangeline Anderson

  “That’s right,” I murmured, placing a soft, open mouthed kiss just where her thigh met her body. “Open for me, Gwendolyn. Let yourself relax—I will never hurt you.”

  “Laish…” she whispered and reached out to stroke my cheek as I started on her other thigh. I nuzzled against her hand, kissing her palm tenderly. Gods, she was so lovely—so delicate. I could think of no place in any realm I would rather be than here on my knees before her, servicing her with my tongue.

  Finally, after kissing and licking her inner thighs for some time, I felt she was ready. She was shifting around on the couch impatiently and her pussy was so wet I could see the ripe berry of her clit clearly begging for attention. I knew how sensitive she was there—too sensitive for direct contact with something as crude and rough as a hand or finger. But lips and tongue are always softer—I thought she could bear my oral attentions to her more delicate areas quite well.

  “I’m going to kiss you now, Gwendolyn—really kiss you,” I told her softly. “Look at me. Watch me kiss your sweet little clit.”

  “Laish…” I loved the way she breathed my name…the way her eyes followed me as I leaned in again and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her throbbing clit through the thin panties.

  I prolonged the kiss as long as I could, not really licking—just pressing the flat of my tongue to her sensitive little nub.

  Gwendolyn gasped and her eyes widened. I knew she was feeling the heat of my mouth, knew that every nerve in her body was alight as I kissed her so gently. And Gods, she tasted so damn good. Salty and sweet and completely feminine. How I longed to push the little scrap of fabric to one side and really lick her—to lap her sweet cunt until her honey flowed for me, until she moaned and gasped and called my name and came all over my face.

  But slowly—I had to take things slowly, I reminded myself. I ended the kiss and drew back to look up at her.

  “How does it feel, mon ange?” I murmured, catching her eyes.

  “Good,” she admitted in a low voice. “Probably better than it should.”

  “We are committing a sin,” I reminded her, trying not to laugh. “So I suppose that is a given.”

  “I guess so.” She bit her lush lover lip. “When, uh, when do you think the barrier will break?”

  “I think that in order to pay the tax I will need to kiss you much more deeply…without your panties in the way,” I told her candidly.

  “More deeply?” Her breathing was shallower now and her eyes were wide and uncertain. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I need to put my tongue deep in your pussy and lick your naked, open cunt until your honey flows for me. Until you come,” I growled.

  I watched her face to see how my words affected her. I knew that saying them—describing exactly what I wanted to do to her—made my shaft hard enough to fuck through solid stone. But I wanted to be certain I hadn’t gone too far—said more than she wanted to hear.

  “Laish!” she protested again but to my intense pleasure I saw no lessening of her desire. In fact, her breathing became even faster—she was almost panting now—and her scent intensified. Oh yes, my little witch liked it when I talked dirty to her—liked it a lot.

  “Will you let me, Gwendolyn?” I asked, stroking her inner thighs gently with my fingers. “Will you strip away these little panties and bare your pussy completely for me?”

  “I…I shouldn’t want to,” she whispered.

  “But you do.” I looked at her intently. “You want to open yourself and let me tease your clit with my tongue until you come all over my face.”

  “Goddess, when you talk like that…” She shook her head, clearly unable to go on.

  “I’m only telling you what I want to do, Gwendolyn,” I murmured. “Only describing exactly how I want to taste your sweet, ripe pussy.”

  “Laish…” Her voice trembled and her eyes were uncertain.

  “Take off your panties,” I ordered softly. I could have done it myself, could have slipped the little scrap of white lace off or simply torn it away with a single twist of my fist. But I wanted Gwendolyn to do it—wanted her to make a conscious decision to bare herself for me—to open herself completely.

  For a moment I thought she wouldn’t do it. Her green eyes were huge and fearful and she bit her lip until I almost expected to see blood flow. But then, slowly, she lifted her hips and slid the panties down. I helped her slip them off her ankles and then brought the little wisp of damp fabric to my face. I inhaled deeply. Gods, she smelled good! I wanted her scent all over my face—all over my cheeks and mouth and chin. I wanted to bathe in it as she rode my tongue.

  I felt my shaft surge against the black silk sleep trousers I wore at the thought, but I ignored it. Gwendolyn’s pleasure was all I was interested in right now. I wanted to make my little witch come and I wanted to hear her moan my name when she did.

  * * * * *

  Gwendolyn

  Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing this—that I was taking off my panties and opening my legs to Laish. Wasn’t this what I’d sworn would never happen? What I’d sworn I would never do? Well, technically I’d only sworn I would never let him make love to me—this particular possibility hadn’t really entered my mind.

  Not that I didn’t talk about it with friends. Taylor and Addison both admitted that their men were pretty partial to this act. But I’d never allowed myself to imagine me on the receiving end of it. Now that I was bare from the waist down with Laish’s broad shoulders splitting my thighs wide open, though, I found I was imagining it pretty easily.

  He was on his knees, looking up at me, his eyes half-lidded and burning with lust and his lips already shiny from my juices, though he’d only kissed me through my panties as yet. Goddess, it was so embarrassing to realize how wet I’d gotten just from letting him do that! But the feel of his warm mouth on me, even through the panties, had just about sent my system into overdrive. And then there was the way he kept talking dirty. How did he know I liked that so much?

  Shouldn’t like it, whispered a judgmental little voice in the back of my brain. It’s wrong…bad.

  I pushed the little voice away. We had to pay the Sin Tax and Laish didn’t seem to think the barrier to the next circle would be broken until I came. So I needed to just relax and let this happen—I could worry about the consequences later.

  “Mon ange,” he murmured, nuzzling my inner thighs gently. I could feel the scratch of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh, sending shivers of fear and anticipation up my spine. It was hard to believe he wanted to do this so badly, but the way he was looking at me with such intense hunger in his eyes made it clear he did.

  “Laish,” I replied, wondering what to do. Should I just sit here, as I had before? Although to be honest, it had gotten pretty hard to sit still near the end there, when I could feel his tongue pressing against my clit right through the panties.

  Laish seemed to sense my nervousness.

  “Relax, Gwendolyn,” he said softly. “I’m just going to kiss your outer lips at first. And I promise I will be very, very gentle when I come to your clit.”

  His words reassured me, as I’m sure he knew they would. He knew me by now—knew my body better than anyone else but me. I was sure he would be able to touch me in just the right away. I felt confident I could relax and let him taste me.

  But knowing something and actually doing it are two different things. I was tight as a wire when Laish finally leaned in again and I felt his hot breath against my open pussy. I tensed up, almost without knowing it, but he released some of my tensing by placing a soft, tender kiss on the right side of my pussy. Then the left side…then the right again.

  I was just beginning to really relax when he licked instead of kissing. He opened his mouth and sucked gently at the left side of my pussy, giving my outer folds a soft, sucking kiss.

  I couldn’t hold back a moan as he did it to the other side as well. Goddess, it felt so good but was he ever going to get to my clit? I cou
ld feel it throbbing for attention, begging to be touched. I wanted him to lick me there but at the same time I wasn’t sure how it would feel. We’d already established that I was too sensitive to stand direct contact when he was touching me. Would he be able to taste me in such a delicate area or would it be too much? The panties had provided a barrier between us to keep things from getting too intense. What would his mouth and tongue feel like on me with them gone?

  I didn’t have long to wonder. For at that moment, Laish finally stopped kissing and licking my outer pussy and began to explore my inner folds.

  I’d been afraid he might poke me with the tip of his tongue or start lashing my sensitive little nub with it but I needn’t have worried. He was a demon of lust, after all—he knew exactly how to touch and taste me. Pressing the flat of his tongue to my pussy, he rubbed gently back and forth. It was the tiniest action imaginable and yet I felt completely stimulated. My entire pussy felt enveloped by the heat and wetness of his mouth and the small but persistent back and forth motion made my clit swell and throb with need. Sparks of pleasure shot through me and somehow I found my hands buried in his thick, black hair.

  The long strands felt like silk against my fingers and the heat of his mouth pressed against my open pussy made me feel like every nerve in my body was on fire with pleasure. I moaned and pressed up against him, creating a motion of my own that felt just right.

  His hands tightened on my thighs, letting me know he liked my reaction and he pressed forward, lapping my inner folds as though I was an ice cream cone of his very favorite flavor. I gasped at this new sensation and bucked my hips up, riding his tongue shamelessly.

  “Laish,” I moaned. “Oh, Goddess, please…”

  Somewhere in the back of my head the judgmental little voice was whispering that I was being bad…going against everything Grams had taught me. But I could barely hear it anymore. I could feel the pleasure building inside me as Laish lapped me, pushing me higher and higher as he teased me gently but persistently with his tongue.

  Just as I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t take much more, he pulled back for a moment and looked up at me.

  “Gods, Gwendolyn, you taste so sweet,” he growled hoarsely. “Your cunt honey is delicious. I could come just from tasting you.”

  His dirty talk made me even hotter and I liked the idea of him getting so turned on by tasting me that he came himself. I couldn’t help remembering all the hot cream that had pulsed over my fist the night before. Then, for some reason, I wondered what it would feel like inside me—inside my pussy. Would it feel as hot as it had on my hand? Would he fill me to overflowing?

  Stop it Gwendolyn, I scolded myself. Don’t think like that—you’re not going there!

  “What is it, mon ange?” Laish was looking at me intently, his eyes still half-lidded with lust. “Why do you bite your lip and look so conflicted? Are you not enjoying yourself?”

  “I am,” I admitted uncertainly. “I was just…thinking.”

  “About what?” He lowered his head and placed another hot, openmouthed kiss on my open pussy. I tried not to moan as I felt his soft lips brush my throbbing clit.

  “About what you said—that you could come just from, uh, tasting me.”

  “And?” The thought intrigues you?” He raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a little smile.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “It…turns me on. I was thinking…remembering how much you came when I touched you last night. And it made me wonder—” I stopped abruptly.

  “Wonder what? Come, mon ange, tell me.” He nuzzled me gently and took a long, slow lick of my pussy, dragging his tongue lightly over my clit and making me writhe and moan.

  “Made me wonder what it would feel like against me…inside me.” I could feel myself squirming in embarrassment but somehow I couldn’t seem to stop talking. “Not that I want you to…you know, come in me. I don’t want you to. But I couldn’t help wondering…”

  “What it would feel like to give yourself completely?” Watching my face, he reached down and slipped two long, strong fingers deep inside my pussy. “What it would feel like to have my cock buried to the hilt in your sweet little cunt?”

  As he spoke he thrust up hard. A little cry of pure lust escaped me as I felt him press against the end of my channel, illustrating his point. I arched my back and he licked me again, laving my clit with his tongue while his eyes never left my face.

  “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “All spread out for me like a feast, your ripe little pussy throbbing around my fingers, your cunt honey flowing across my tongue. I love the way you look right now, Gwendolyn—so wild and wanton and open.”

  “Laish…” I was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to push his head back down between my legs and ride his face until I came. Then I cringed at my own shamelessness. Was this me, acting like a wild woman? Was this the good little girl who was never going to give herself to anyone until she found the right man, all spread open and letting a demon go down on her?

  “Don’t do that.” Laish seemed to understand what was running through my head—or maybe he could just read my expressions exceptionally well.

  “Don’t what?” I asked.

  “Don’t second guess yourself. Don’t feel guilty for your pleasure.” He looked at me earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Gwendolyn. And you’ve been untouched, unloved for far too long. You deserve to feel good for once. You deserve to come.”

  His words made me feel a little better, a little more relaxed about what was happening between us. It was true—I’d held myself back from everything that had to do with sex and sexual pleasure for more years than I cared to count. And since we had to pay the Sin Tax anyway, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Why shouldn’t I let Laish make me come?

  “That’s right, mon ange,” he murmured, stroking my thighs. “Let yourself relax. Be open to the pleasure as you are open to my tongue and fingers.”

  Leaning down, he sucked my clit into his mouth and began to circle it carefully, stroking along the sensitive sides with wet, tender heat until I thought I would go insane. At the same time, I could feel his fingers pressing into me, filling me, fucking me—giving me exactly what I needed even though I couldn’t admit it out loud.

  At that moment something caught my attention—a swirl of color at the corner of my eye. I turned my head without thinking and found myself caught in the mirror again.

  But this time instead of showing me loved ones or monsters or inexplicable things I couldn’t understand, it simply showed me and Laish. I saw myself on my hands and knees with Laish behind me. His hands were on my hips and his thick cock was thrust to the hilt in my open pussy. I was moaning and somehow I knew we were both close to coming.

  As I watched, the Laish in the mirror drew out until only the head of his cock remained inside me, his thick shaft shiny with my juices. And my image in the mirror begged him to thrust in again. To fill me with his cum and make me his completely—to take me in the most final and irrevocable way possible.

  I should have been horrified by the sight. It was the loss of my innocence—the loss of half my power and all my self-respect. Yet I couldn’t look away and as the real Laish continued to tease my clit with his tongue and thrust into me with his fingers, I felt a surge of pure lust and my pleasure intensified, purshing me higher and higher, threatening to make me come even when I knew I should not.

  I tried to stop but I couldn’t. Watching the illicit images and feeling Laish’s hands and mouth on me pushed me over the brink. With a low wail, I clamped my thighs tight around his head and arched my back as my orgasm took me. But as the wave of pleasure crashed down around me and I felt the familiar ripple in the air which meant the Sin Tax had been paid, a single thought echoed in my head.

  No, never—I can never let him do that. No matter how much I want it, no matter how good it would feel, I can’t. I can’t!

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Laish

  Gwendolyn slept late the nex
t day—I couldn’t bear to wake her. I lay there in bed watching my little witch, drinking in the sight of her lovely face relaxed in repose. I didn’t know if I would ever get to hold her and watch her this way again—in fact, I very much doubted it. I didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight for we would be at the barrier between the sixth and seventh circles of Hell—between the Sunless Sea and the Abyss. And once we reached that critical juncture there were things that had to be done—things I abhorred.

  Things that would make Gwendolyn hate me forever.

  I stroked a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. I didn’t want to betray her but I had no choice. The matter of the Mirror of the Eye last night had made some things very clear to me. One was that I cared more deeply for Gwendolyn than I had ever cared for anyone before. You might even say that I loved her if I was capable of such an emotion.

  The second thing that had been made clear to me was that Gwendolyn did not feel the same for me. Oh, she might care for me and trust me—at least more than she had to begin with. But she did not love me or count me among those who were most dear to her. If she had, the mirror would have showed her my face and it hadn’t.

  My heart ached with the knowledge that I wasn’t as dear to her as she was to me but I couldn’t blame her. She was trying to hold herself apart—to keep her innocence and purity. I threatened her closely held virginity and so she felt she had to distance herself from me, to keep me at arm’s length. I would do the same, were our positions reversed—or I would try, at least, I told myself.

  If she had cared for me, there might have been another way through to the end of our quest—another way to do what must be done. As it was, I saw only one option and it was not a pretty one. But it had to be done in order to keep my little witch safe.

  I stroked her cheek and watched her nuzzle against my hand in her sleep, a slight smile playing over her lush lips. I wanted to hold her forever, to watch her sleep and stand guard over her dreams. But there was much to do and despite my efforts to throw the HellSpawn off our scent, I had no doubt that it would find us again if we tarried in any one place too long. Especially now that it had seen Gwendolyn in the mirror and had knowledge of her whereabouts.