by S. K Munt
‘Oh… God please… tell me what to do…?’ she bit her lip and moaned, drawing her hand out of her panties and suckling on her fingertips, before starting the erotic slide of wet fingertips against hot flesh back down towards her pussy again, while I watched every movement as carefully as one reads the words in a line in a book. Her stomach was muscular and tight and though it was marked from where her corset had been laced up, I couldn’t see how the garment had altered her proportions at all, and was fascinated by the tiny dangling of diamonds that had been pierced through her navel. Her breasts were as full and heavy as I’d knew they’d be, and even though they’d been pulled together and held there with nothing more than a scrap of cotton and a satin bow, they sat high and proud, paying gravity no mind. Her legs were long and sculpted, but her ass was full and tight, and never in a million years had I seen hips that dipped at such sensual angles, which was exaggerated by the thick silken bows on either side of them. She was more than perfect- she was every kind of ultimate there was, and I knew just like that that Captain Kingslater was hands down a better man than me or very, very gay, because I was going to fuck her and conscience be damned so long as she consented.
‘Do I follow my heart and chase him down?’ the girl asked the stars. ‘Or follow my head-’
‘I’m fairly certain that God is telling us both that we needn’t be alone right now...’ I said in a voice that was husky with lust and emotion as I stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. I rested my hands wide against the railing that faced the curved edge of hers, not bothering to hide the way I was leering at her when I added: ‘But if you insist on going through your torment alone, will you at least allow me to watch in the certainty that doing so will ease my own?’
The Companion had gasped and flinched when I’d first spoken, but she’d turned her head to identify me across the two metre gap between our respective balconies, and when those eyes had widened further in recognition, I’d seen her beautiful body go limp just as her nipples had tightened beneath the thin cotton bandeau.
‘Kohén…’ she breathed, and my nerve endings began to spark all over. Surrender swept through her just as obviously as it had swept through me, but she’d been trained to handle such situations with poise so instead of losing her wits, she simply drew her hand back out of her panties and exhaled the words:
‘Touching myself isn’t easing anything, Guardian Barachiel- only making it worse.’ She wet her lips and slowly rolled over her shoulder to face me. ‘I know you don’t remember what it’s like to be with a woman, but if you’d like to try your hand at easing my torment, I’d be very grateful for your assistance.’
Shit I was going to turn the railing in my grip into plaster dust. ‘How grateful?’ I asked roughly and warily. Not that it mattered, I supposed. Even if she wouldn’t open her legs for my manhood, opening it for my fingers to explore would take care of me just fine- and the memories of it would continue to take care of me for the rest of my life.
‘I have no idea…’ Erika arched an eyebrow. ‘But if you give me a minute to unlock my bedroom door, I’m sure it’s a mystery that we’ll be able to solve together.’
‘You can take a minute to go barricade your bedroom door,’ I said, backing up and motioning her out of the way. ‘I can’t wait a full minute to-’
‘Kohén, oh my god, no!’ she cried, but I raced forward, pushed down off the bannister and then launched myself up and over it while Erika cried out in horror. I went sailing over the five-storey drop that had separated us, clearing her railing with a foot or two to spare and landed in a crouch, pivoting to grin wickedly at her and not even trying to hide how cool I knew I was after.
‘I love it when you gasp Oh God like that…’ I drawled, leaning back against the railing and grinning at her like I totally jumped from one building to another all the time. I didn’t, but I had started to jump a lot of late, since I’d made the initial leap from Arcadia’s boundary fence and into The Wildwoods over the river. It wasn’t something I’d started doing on purpose, but sub-consciously, and now part of me was always on the lookout for the next opportunity to make a leap of faith that would test my faith. It was a bit of a foolish habit to develop, especially for a leader because Paisley probably wouldn’t have fallen between those rocks if she hadn’t seen me go the fastest but most difficult way first, but it was thrilling and made me feel a little bit like I was flying. If I missed and fell flat on my face or died, the world would be all right without me in addition to having one less fool, but every time I made it, I knew I was landing as a stronger, more courageous person and I liked that. And who knew where it could lead? Saul-Yin had started matching some of my jumps so who knew what hurdles the rest of my division could learn to clear together if they became as determined to fly as I?
‘You scared the life out of me!’ Erika was pressing her hand to her lovely chest, and although mine was racing with an influx of adrenaline too, I knew it had less to do with the jump I’d just made, and more to do with the way her body was heaving as she struggled to breathe. ‘Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?’
‘Yes,’ I said, pushing off the balcony railing and stalking towards her, jerking her off her door and curving my arms around her like vines. ‘But I was more afraid of what might never happen for us if I didn’t bridge that gap and now that I have… tell me that it was worth the risk!’ I cupped her porcelain jaw in my hand and jerked her face up to mine, falling into her eyes as they widened and dilated. ‘Tell me that my prayers have been answered?’
The girl’s beautiful face contorted in agony. ‘Tell me that you’re going to kiss me again, and answer my own!’
I practically growled as my arms seized up around her, crushing my mouth to hers, her breasts to my chest, and my throbbing cock into the wondrous gap between her tight thighs. Erika sighed into my mouth as she slipped her hands up between us and dug her fingernails into the soft ribbed leather of my uniform, and she played as hard to get with her tongue as she had with my mind, sweeping it beneath mine, then up and around it, then retracting it before closing her teeth gently on my lower lip. I gasped in exquisite agony and frustration, but Erika swept the tip of her tongue over the stinging flesh, soothing it and killing me all at once. I growled again and cupped her face, pushing her back up against the wall and trying to make it clear that she wouldn’t be keeping any part of her immaculate being away from me, even if I had to force her jaws open, but Erika chuckled low in her chest and licked a sweet path between my lips, coaxing my tongue back into a false sense of security just as she lowered her hand, gently pinched the base of my outthrusted cock and ran the tips of two her fingernails up along the length of it.
It was the most delicate, most erotic tickling sensation I’d ever experienced and something about the way her fingertips glided up over me through the silk was so satiating that I shivered to the point of convulsing, then gasped for oxygen when she ran out of shaft to taunt and gently teased the tip of my cock instead. I’d just been about to tangle my tongue around hers but my cock throbbed and beaded with pre cum and the way I gasped gave her the opportunity she’d needed to evade my tongue once more.
‘You’re such a fucking tease…’ I groaned, pressing my hips into her hand and grinding against it. ‘Will you ever submit to my advances completely? Or am I to spend the rest of my life on the precipice of pleasure at your will?’
‘Submit to a man? Never again, your highness.’ She looked up at me, eyes gleaming. ‘But don’t worry… I get the feeling that getting you over the precipice of pleasure is imminent. In fact, you’re so responsive, I’m sure that my prediction that you would need less than two minutes in a Companion’s company is going to prove to be more or less accurate.’
I raised my eyebrows. ‘You dare insult the crowned prince of Arcadia? If we were on Callielian soil, I’d be well within my rights to spank you, you know.’
Erika stretched up and kissed the underside of my jaw, and my throat tightened. ‘Y
ou’re not the crowned prince of Arcadia… you’re the Guardian of a division of ex-cons, remember?’
‘I know,’ I ducked my head and whispered against her lips: ‘And that position commands even more respect. But if you don’t believe me…allow me to demonstrate.’ I slipped two of my fingers into her panties and almost detonated when I felt her smooth, hairless and warm secret flesh against my fingertips. It was hot, hotter than I’d ever thought a woman could feel, and it was so velvety soft that I felt like I’d just slipped my fingertips into the petals of a rose- one that shivered in efflorescence at my touch. I groaned, proving just how bloody responsive I was but luckily for me, Erika cried out so loudly that she covered the sounds of my own gratification with her sweet voice.
‘Oh! Oh God-’ But I silenced her by slanting my mouth against hers, twining my tongue around hers at long last and massaging it arrogantly as I eased one fingertip down over her nub, and then pressed it so that it curled gently inside her. She was so wet already that my eyes rolled back into my head and I wanted nothing more than to penetrate her more deeply, but that would be more likely to send me over that precipice that we were both teetering on and I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of being proven right, when I could give her a more poignant kind of satisfaction.
While still making love to her mouth with slow, firm strokes of my tongue against hers, I slipped my finger back out and then found her nub again, pressing into it gently and hoping like all hell that I was hitting the right spot because nothing about this was coming back to me or familiar in any way. I had instincts, and I’d heard stories and had even read a few of Malry’s dirty books, but I was very much a virgin and so when Erika shivered and clenched her thighs around my hand, I didn’t know what to think. Suddenly insecure I began to retract my hand from her panties, but she caught my wrist and growled into my mouth, holding me there, and it was with breathless excitement that I resumed kissing her ardently while toying with her bud, closing my eyes and trying to read her responses to me as I alternated between dipping my fingertip into her, and then sliding her own wetness around her tight, silken epicentre. Erika continued to kiss me back in a frenzied manner for about twenty seconds, but before I knew it she was releasing my hand, gripping onto my hair and gasping for breath as she held her forehead against mine.
‘Yes… yes… yes…oh, Kohén…’ she threw back her head and I watched her mask of control slip away and be replaced with one of ecstasy. ‘Oh, oh…I can’t take it!’
‘Guardian Barachiel!’ I reminded her, suckling on her lower lip and worrying if the friction of her husky cries against my senses was all that it was going to take to send me sailing over the precipice with her. I tugged on her little nub, elongating it, and she spasmed so fiercely that she bucked my hand free. Her eyes flew open and filled with desolation, but they dilated when I pushed my glistening finger between my lips and hummed in pleasure. ‘You’re about to come due to Guardian Barachiel’s attentions, my lady,’ I reached down between us again and pulled the front of her panties to the side, exposing her flesh to the night air and my greedy gaze, which I did not attempt to conceal as I knelt before her, ‘and I want to make you cum very, very hard, so indulge me with a little patience, all right?’ I grinned up at her as I leaned in and ran the tip of my nose between her folds, inhaling her heavenly, private scent deeply. ‘This is all still very new to me.’
‘It doesn’t seem that way-’ she began, but I heard the Companion’s breath catch when I pressed a soft kiss to her velveteen labia. ‘What are you…? You don’t have to-’
‘Oh, but I fucking want to. Everything in Raphael has tasted so exquisite, so it’s no wonder that I want a second helping of the desert that I just sampled, is it?’ I shook my head in admiration of how pretty and pink and smooth her pussy was, and then felt everything inside me swell when I saw the trail of moisture that were glistening on the inside of her right thigh, leading almost all the way to her garter. I’d done that to her, me! Moaning as she did, I leaned over and delicately licked at her secretions, feeling her thighs tighten under my hands as my tongue lazily slipped up the inside of her thigh until there was nowhere left to go but inside her. Erika made a hissing sound as my tongue lapped at her folds, parting them before I groaned and leaned into her, penetrating her and almost blowing my load when she whimpered and raked her fingers through my hair.
‘Ohh…. please… it’s too much…!’ her hips bucked though and so I reached around behind her and dug my fingertips into her smooth rump, squeezing the flesh in my hands as I fluttered my tongue against her. First her delicious slit and then, her pulsing clit. She writhed and I buzzed from head to toe, increasing my oral assault until my tongue was aching and coated in her, and when she started actually crying out my name over and over again I looked up and saw that she was as lost to herself as I was in her.
‘It’s too much!’ She covered her face with her hands and gasped while I began to flick the tip of my tongue against her clit in an ardent manner before I ducked to lap up her body’s response to me, determined to catch every drop of her sweet arousal with my ravenous mouth. She tasted like secrets, sin and surrender, and when her hips began to jerk to and fro, I hitched one of her knees over my shoulder and then moved in for the kill, clamping my lips around her little bud and sucking it desperately while I pistoned just my pinkie finger in and out of her frantically. I felt her convulse as my dick cocked like a shotgun, but I pushed her over the edge first and held her in place while she danced for me again, feeling so radiant with triumph and delight that I knew I’d never been closer to god than I was in that moment, when she held onto my hair and climaxed hard against my tongue. Her tight centre cramped around me and I gasped when she threw back her head and half-sobbed, half-screamed, and then went slack, beginning to slide down the wall behind her.
‘Oh… your highness…’ she released my hands and pressed her hands to her face again. ‘My heart!’ She wasn’t the only one. Vibrating with anticipation, I ducked out from under her thigh and then rose quickly, scooping her up in my arms. She was gasping, and her eyelids were shut, but before I could begin to fret that I’d done such a good job that I was going to end up going back to my room alone while she slept it and all she’d had to smoke and drink off, she moaned and opened her eyes, blinking slowly and heavily at me before she sat up a little and slung her arms around my neck. ‘You are so fucking beautiful…’ she whispered, literally taking the words out of my mouth and robbing me of my breath when she traced my brow with her fingertip, before running her finger back down my nose. That wasn’t the first time she’d demonstrated an appreciation of my nose, and I sent a silent, heartfelt message of thanks to the healer that had fixed me up after it had been broken. I’d not gone in there looking for cosmetic surgery- just the ability to breathe again- but Heath had clucked his tongue and murmured something about the destruction of perfect symmetry being a crime against art, and had sent me out looking almost like my old self again. Almost, but not quite because apparently, the bridge of my nose was now a little bit more delicate than my old one had been. I didn’t care, and had even taken some comfort from the fact that I was no longer identical to Kohl. Unfortunately though, the change was too subtle for anyone to have noticed but me so I was alone in my relief.
‘Thank you for saying so,’ I said softly, feeling some of my blood begin to pump its way back up to my heart again now that she was looking at me like she was as mesmerised by me as I was by her. ‘But there’s not an adjective that will express how extraordinarily beautiful I think you are.’
‘None that don’t sound ridiculous anyway, I know- I’ve checked the thesaurus for similes to extra beautiful and have come up splendiferously unmoved,’ Erika smiled while I chuckled, touching the end of my nose. ‘This is new though… I like it.’
My eyes widened. ‘You can tell?’ I was blown away. ‘That’s surreal! My own twin can’t even see it!’ I frowned at her, wondering if I should be concerned that this strange girl had so
mehow managed to retain a perfect memory of my face after meeting me once in a decade. And since when did Companions spend their free time perusing thesauruses? There was so much about her that I didn’t know, and that pained me because I wanted to know everything! ‘How long ago did we cross paths again?’
‘Too long ago.’ Erika tilted her face back into mine and kissed me gently. ‘And we don’t know how long we have together now Guardian Barachiel, so please… can you take me inside?’
I gulped. ‘Inside your room?
‘Well if what you just did to me is anything to go by, we’re about to make a lot of noise together, and noise travels in the night, doesn’t it?’ she nuzzled her nose against mine. ‘You can fuck me out here if you’d like, but I think our chances of being heard and interrupted will decrease if we take this into my chamber, don’t you? Besides, there’s a lovely fire in there…’
Sweet Jesus… have I died and gone to heaven this day?
I could barely hear her over the blood rushing through my ears. I knew she’d intended to repay the favour I’d just done her, but I hadn’t dared hope that she’d already decided to let me penetrate her! Stunned but excited anew, I moved through her doorway, watching her fingers reach out to stoke the drapes out of our way while wondering how high she still was.
‘Moonlight, firelight… I don’t care where I have you, my lady but I must first ask: are you consenting to this in sound mind?’ I carried her over to her bed and gently deposited her on the edge of it, noting that the room was as plain and impersonal as my own- and practically identical. ‘Before you made it sound like you weren’t sure, and I don’t think I can express how mortified I’d be tomorrow if you wake up feeling like I took advantage of you.’
‘I think we both know that I was lying, to you and myself, when I said I didn’t know if I’d be able to do this...’ Erika folded her legs under her and reached out, pulling me closer by the hem of my shirt. ‘But I can’t deny it anymore: my whole life has been building up to this moment, Kohén. Everything I’ve done, every move I’ve made… it’s been orchestrated to get me here, in this place, in this state of mind- by a higher power.’