The throbbing of his cock against his pants almost made him groan. After spending weeks with her on the road, he was more than slightly pent up and seeing her so willingly before him made it more than clear that he was unlikely to last as long as he would have wanted. Knowing reality helped work within it.
“We do whatever I want,” he said, his voice clear and dominant. It was a tone that he had been trained in thoroughly, slowly perfecting it by the reactions of the two women he had ever used it on. One was the widow, who had responded very eagerly to the presence of a demanding man in the bedroom. The second was Theria, who always began to pant when he used this layer of baritone. “You want to be a good wife, right?”
“I’ll serve you in whatever way you want!” ‘As long as you call me a good girl!’ He added that second part in his mind. It was a fact he could easily read from her shivers. “It’s the duty of women to serve man.”
“And it is man’s duty to serve women,” Oras finished the common saying of the Cult of the Supernatural Elephant.
Theria still didn’t get what he planned to do until he had knelt down south of her spread legs. “You, uhm… don’t need to-”
“Shush,” he told her off. “This is what I want.”
The confidence left Theria’s body, not so the anticipation. She settled on her back, muscles relaxing, leaving her midriff as a less defined yet still delightfully flat display. The linea alba went up between her lightly showing abs, to her sternum, which in turn was the parting line between her firm breasts. She hid half her face behind the hand that had gestured an oral invitation just a moment ago.
“You’re so weird,” Oras teased her. “Absolutely eager to try sucking me off, and yet so bashful about me getting a close look at your pussy.” He beheld the hairless mound. That she didn’t have a single hair despite their time on the road was the product of regular application of an alchemical cream. A wonderfully cheap and readily available creation of the brewing craft. “And that’s despite it being so beautiful.”
“S-shut up!” Theria stammered. “If you’re going to lick it, just do it already!”
Oras chuckled, then did as his first wife suggested. His tongue extended with ritualistic slowness. He wanted to savour the moment he tasted her.
It was exactly what he had imagined.
There was not a singular strong taste at all. Even the most overt taste, the saltiness of fresh sweat, was still just a mild note. It mixed with the light sweetness of regularly washed skin, an almost floral note and the tiniest hint of copper, of all things. It was a peculiar blend and yet it was everything that he had imagined. He wanted to taste more of it.
One desire was overridden by another. His detail-obsessed mind took control, making him pull back. It wasn’t just his taste buds that wished to ingrain every part of her in his memory. His eyes feasted on her womanhood, how it glistened in the sunlight that made it through the canopy. The trail of his saliva across the pink labia was the beginning of a wetness he wished to see drench her.
“O-oras… come ooooon…”
“Bad girl,” he whispered back to her. “Am I not entitled to marvel at what is mine?”
“You’re entitled to everything… but I don’t know if I can handle the wait much longer…” she whined.
A little bit of begging was everything he needed to continue with what he had planned. He tilted forwards again, his long tongue dragging over her womanhood. The feeling of her virgin pussy yielding to the pressure of his tongue was just delightful. A quiet moan escaped her lips when he teased her hooded clit.
“You’ve kept yourself shaven and pretty for me, like a polished gold coin for my hoard,” Oras complimented her. “You’ll be the brightest treasure of mine, a ruby in an ocean of quartz.”
“Dude…” Theria tried to call him out for the corny line, but her tone was heated and the renewed application of his tongue silenced her. “Oh, yes!” she cried, when he finally penetrated her. It was just his tongue, exploring her folds and yet it was the deepest he had been inside her, kisses aside.
Her lower lips were just as interesting to venture past as her upper ones - if not more interesting. Committing every reaction of hers to memory, he prodded and poked all of her folds that his tongue could reach.
“Ah!” A particularly sharp moan escaped her when he stimulated a spot at the roof of her tight cunt. He narrowed his focus in on that one, his extended, pointy tongue drawing little circles inside of her. He applied the first lesson he had learned in his previous sexual encounters: when he found something that worked, he established a rhythm and kept at it.
Theria responded very well to it. Her hands glided through his black hair, holding him in place. Unconsciously, she rolled her hips. Her eyes were closed, her head lightly tilted to the side. He could not see much of it past the peak of her lightly curved back.
Watching her reactions carefully, he continued the steady service until his instincts told him to pull back. His extended tongue drew a string of saliva and pussy juices between them, breaking only after a few centimetres. “Delicious,” he told her, his deep voice half singing.
Theria was not capable of blushing further. She barely managed to establish eye contact again. In her green eyes was a duality of emotions: the desire to know what would happen next and the question of why he had stopped.
The answer to that was the second lesson he had learned: whatever worked would not work forever and it was best to stop when it felt the best. Sex was about both dynamism and reliability. Marrying the two was rarely easy. He would do his best.
Working her up had done him right so far and to learn was ever pleasant. His subject of study was getting more and more comfortable as well, which was the greatest benefit of all. Hands brushing over her naked curves, he felt her smoothness and warmth. Excitement made her blood run hot. Sweat made her just a bit sticky in the moist air.
“Oraaaaas,” Theria whined.
“Shhhh, you’ve been a good, patient girl so far. You want to be a good girl for me, right?”
“Yes…” She muttered, shyly.
“Then you will let me play with you as I desire.”
“Yes, Master.”
Oras had been wrong - Theria could turn more red. The moment the title, in all of its veneration, slipped from her lips, she blushed so intensely that even her deeply tanned skin competed to be a match with her hair. For his part, her husband had to keep himself from ravishing her instantly. That singular word, a word that not even the widow had used, made him tingle all over.
“By Dragon God and Elephant, I do love you,” he confessed with all his heart.
“Y-you- I- uhm- urgh- shut up, dude!”
“No. That’s the wrong word.” He lowered his head, his tongue gliding over a perky nipple. That was all it took for her to inhale sharply. “Say it again.”
“Master,” she surrendered to his demand instantly.
Oras felt an animalistic growl rise in his throat. It rumbled in his chest, rising to his lips as a broad smile. “By the end of today, I’ll know every sensitive spot on every part of your body, slave,” he vowed.
Theria was too aroused to give an answer to that. All she did was run her fingers through his hair again, as he circled her areola with his tongue. He cupped her other breast with his hand, feeling the taut skin yield, letting him sink into her softness. She may not have been abundantly endowed, but there was enough to fill his palm.
The digits of his other hand trailed down her midriff, exploring her peaks and valleys. He felt her tense up involuntarily when he met a spot where he already knew she was ticklish. Further, he ventured, adding the tactile sensation of rubbing her pussy to tasting her. Excitement had made her mons swell to the point of being just a little bit jiggly. The tip of his middle finger found her clit exposed, the hood now lifted.
“Mhmmm,” Theria produced a gorgeous little sound. Drawing long circles around the button kept her purring in this way. Her hips rose slightly from the blanket, pressing her womanhood against the singular digit.
The second before her moans in reaction to this approach got weaker, his finger slipped into her. Theria gasped aloud in surprise and delight, then let out a muffled cry when his lips were suddenly on hers. A deep kiss accompanied the accelerating work of one, then two fingers.
Curling, he sought that sensitive spot his tongue had found earlier. When he pressed it, he could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second. The position of his palm ‘pinned’ that bundle of erogenous zones between the tips of his fingers and the base of his thumb. Soon, his movements were swift enough to fill the forest with little slick sounds.
Then, he pinched her nipple.
He had long theorized that there was a not-so hidden masochist in Theria. So many playful wrestles between them had found a sudden and deliberate end when he had gotten her in a chokehold. The first time he had smacked her ass, she had given him the hottest bedroom stare he had seen in his life up to that point. Now, he got to test the limits of that. Gently, he twisted the areola.
“Mashtahrrrr,” Theria moaned into their kiss. Her tongue surrendered to his, letting him do with her whatever he wanted. She was soaking wet by this point, drenching his fingers and probably adding a few lewd stains to the blanket. She was panting and squirming. It wouldn’t be much work until she came.
Which was exactly where he wanted her. The work of his fingers went even faster, further elevating the volume of what he was doing to her. Her breathing became ragged, deep inhales and swift exhales fit in wherever his demanding kisses allowed her too. He released one nipple to pinch the other instead.
Oras broke the kiss to listen to her moans undiluted. Throwing her head back, his first wife shouted her lust into the forest. He really had the rhythm now, working her rapidly towards the cusp of her first orgasm by his hand. Years of longing, about to be brought to the end of the prologue.
Every reaction of hers was another detail that he fit into the puzzle of his mind. He drank in all that he now learned about her, mixed it in with the vast sea of knowledge he already had on her, and arrived at the place where her tells were beyond obvious. Her spine curved and collapsed in ever shorter intervals. Her moans wove a high-pitched song. Her green eyes were half-lidded with delight.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“H-huh?” Theria muttered, three seconds after his fingers had left her wet cunt. “Master, I’m so close…”
“I know,” he answered, “do good girls cum without their Master’s permission?” He did not wait for her response. “Of course not. So you will remain right on edge until I decide you get to climax, right?”
“Yes, Mas-ter!” Theria’s voice hitched when he gave her clit a simple tap with two fingers.
Rubbing her pussy was a special experience. His middle and ring finger pressed into her outer folds without penetrating, causing the whole of her swollen mons to stretch along with the circular motions of his wrist. Simply, he loved how it felt, from the interplay of firm and yielding of her womanhood to the shivers running through her.
Theria gripped his sleeve, held onto it like a lifeline. She wasn’t just letting him edge her, she was herself trying to keep her orgasm at bay. “Such an obedient, gorgeous wife I got,” he praised her.
That turned out to almost be a blissful mistake. His words had Theria cry out in lust, then shyly avert her gaze afterwards. “Careful, bro, your words got power… ya know?”
He smiled lightly. “I’m learning.”
“Y-ya -ah-... mhm… l-love to learrrrrn,” she stammered and gasped her way through that sentence.