Lirielle

by The White Elephant

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

The First

The huntsman pulled his pants down to his knees and sat down again, she knelt on the floor in front of him between his legs, resting her elbows on the edge of the bench. She leaned in and gently kissed the tip of his cock.

Her soft lips were a little dry, she licked them and kissed him again lingering a little this time. She smiled up at him as she pulled back again.

The third kiss was even longer and finally she pushed on to engulf the head of his penis. He let out a deep sigh of contentment but even as the breath past his lips she was pulling away again. She smiled broadly and ran her tongue across her teeth.

Smiling back he reached behind her head and gently pulled her close again. She barely needed urging and took him in her mouth once more with obvious relish. She built a slow smooth rhythm and he stroked back her hair. He could feel her saliva building behind her lips lubricating him so that on the backstroke her lips gathered the moisture and spread it along his length on the down stroke. As yet she was using only her lips and to a small extent her tongue.

He dropped his hand to her shoulder and immediately she allowed her teeth to rasp across his foreskin, catching at it and rolling it about like a kitten with a ball of wool. She pulled back again and used the tip of her finger to trace a spiral pattern around the length of his cock. They smiled at each other once more and she gripped him gently with her right hand. She pushed his cock back against his stomach and leaned in to tease at his balls. She giggled at the pubic hair which tickled her nose but pushed on, flattening it back with her tongue so that she could take fleshy lip bites at his sack.

The saliva she released was more than ample to slick down the hair and she was able to take his testicles entirely in her mouth where she rolled them about on her tongue. He was very sensitive down there and his body tensed but he soon relaxed into it. She let go of his shaft, allowing it to spring back gently against her head. She shifted so it rubbed across her forehead as she continued softly working with her tongue. She released his balls with a sucking pop and nuzzled her face across his cock, leaving traces of pre-cum in her eyebrows.

She looked puzzled as he stood up carefully but readily accepted his cock again as it was presented. He stood over her as she took his cock deep in her mouth, her now wet lips sliding elegantly up and down its length. He brushed a trace hair from her face and she kept sucking. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling more, the smooth flow over his skin. He didn't want things to be over too quickly so opening his eyes he jerked back out of her mouth. She tried to catch him again but merely succeeded in spreading the juices across her cheeks, he wiped himself across her face.

With his hands behind her head he pulled her in, squashing her face into his crotch. She reached around him and pulled herself close as well, in tune with the game she mashed her face into his cock. Eventually she caught him up again and sucked with determined fervour.

He'd been a long time in the wilds and his body was aching for release. In a few powerful and juicy strokes he came. The first shot was thick and gloopy it sat like porridge in the back of her throat. She pulled back to the very tip so the second jet sprayed across her tongue, this one was a better consistency and streamed across the inside of her mouth. He was shuddering and squirming as she rolled her tongue to combine the two. The third spray coated the roof of her mouth. She released him and swirled the liquid around like a fine wine. A drip was forming on his tip so she hastily swallowed what she had to lick it up.

His smile had turned to a dopey grin and his rock hard rod to a drooping quill.

She kissed him on the cheek as she stood collecting her few belongings and the gold coins beside him on the bench. All in all a good nights work. She had entered this tavern to make a few coins with her music and to find a warm companion to pass the rest of the evening. Not only had her flute playing provided her with a pouch of silver but the man she had targeted for her amusement had decided she deserved paying for her company. She did not consider herself a prostitute, but more a happy opportunist.

Lirielle, named for a great aunt, had been an excellent daughter to her wealthy parents. She had shown great dedication to the study of a ladies pursuits. She was fascinated in her lessons and in reading she also excelled in embroidery, calligraphy, illumination but especially music. The change that led to her losing her parents favor began at 14 when she was introduced to Derwell, the man they told her would be her husband. She had done her best at first with this pale and thin youth a few years older than herself, indeed they found themselves quite compatible in their adoration of music and poetry. There was no spark of great romance between them but she had imagined a future in which they could be quite happy together provided their estate maintained a reasonable library and music room.

They spent a week together before his family returned to their own lands on the far side of the city and they both returned to their schooling. A spark of curiosity had been struck in Lirielle however, when it was explained to her the function of marriage and those body parts up to which point had seemed superfluous.

When Derwell returned on another courting visit the following summer it was not music she wished to discuss with him. He seemed reluctant to take her virginity before their wedding and convinced her it would be better to experience another form of love. Thus Lirielle lost her anal virginity before her hymen was ever pierced. Derwell seemed only to happy to penetrate her rearward entry as oft as was possible and the good hearted and long suffering Lirielle did not find the experience entirely unpleasant.

Derwell's thoughtfulness for her maidenhood however had done nothing to assuage her curiosity and thus it was she turned to a young stableman to discover a womans true joy. Things were proceeding admirably until the day Lirielle paid an unannounced visit to her rough and rugged lover in the hay only to find Derwell there ahead of her, or should I say behind him. With blushing face and reddened cock Derwell explained his true love for men to a somewhat surprised young lady and they agreed then and there a marriage would be ill advised.

Their parents were not happy to say the least and Lirielle was given the princess treatment, that is to say her parents locked her in the highest tower without access to proper hair dressing facilities. The furor with Derwell's parents ended with the convenient yet tragic death of his parents. Their coach mistaken for a couch by a rogue giant. The wrath of Lirielle's parents eventually diminished and her first act upon leaving the tower was to have her pale brown hair cut into a bob. From that point on her parents views held no sway over her. Other suitors came, some after her family's fortunes others intrigued by her strength and beauty but she met no man she desired and nothing her parents could say would change her mind. Matters were not improved when her elder brother returned from his schooling in foreign lands. He had absorbed modern thought and he thoroughly backed Lirielle's desire to satisfy her still smoldering curiosity with all the worlds wonders. On her eighteenth birthday she set out into the world with an open mind and the kit of a wanderer. She had traveled for nearly a year when she came upon this particular tavern.

She re-entered the common room and bowed low as the crowd cheered, perhaps remembering her earlier performance with the flute but more likely guessing at the private concert she had just given.

The tavern keeper offered her a bed for the night with lust in his eye but she thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and went out into the night. The streets were well lit thanks to the mage's need for gold, it was an expensive business to be in and while magic swords and fireballs were the gems of the craft the money spinners were the spells that made peoples lives that little bit easier from day to day.

She had toyed with the idea of studying magic but when she had entered their library it was a dead place or rather the life it held was alien to the life she found in legends and histories. Her relationship with the city as a whole was of both love and loathing. She delighted in the pleasures on offer but recoiled from the filth and the corruption. The colour and life of the people fed her soul but too often she was confronted with life's realities which were so at odds with her own romantic view. She needed clear air and a wholesome change so she set off through the open South gate to find a barn in which to sleep.

Plains stretched out for some distance from the city, good fertile farming land with a constant water supply from the mighty Oleman river. During the day the fields were crowded with farmers and the road held down by a steady if not mighty flow of traffic.

She padded along the now empty road in her long soft leather boots and cut down kilt. The crisp air was refreshing and she threw back her cloak to appreciate it. Half a mile from the city she came to a likely looking building beside an irrigation channel. The first level of the building was constructed sturdily from grey stone while the second floor was a wooden affair. A water wheel was set down the side waiting for a floodgate to be opened to start it grinding. The main door was unbarred and she pulled it open a crack to sneak inside. She glanced about and soon saw a pile of empty grain sacks she bedded down and quickly fell asleep.

She awoke a few hours later with an uneasy start, she was used to sleeping in the common room where one's neighbour might accidentally cop a feel in their sleep, the feeling that awoke her was akin to that. Her eyes darted about the room but saw no-one. She would have turned over to return to sleep but even as she moved to do so she felt a cold wetness against her thigh. Raising her skirt she discovered the thin cloth of her underwear was mysteriously dampened. She stared about again in astonishment and this time something caught her eye. Peering through the crack of the door like an inquisitive animal was a glowing white phallus. She rubbed her eyes to be sure and as her vision cleared she realised it was merely a tendril of mist in the moonlight.

She stood to close the door. Like a living snake, the mist recoiled at her movement darting outside. She gathered her rapier wary of some perverted unseely foe and edged towards the door.

Outside the entire landscape was laced with squirming tendrils, she stood amazed, her breath puffing it's own foggy clouds. The full moon slid from behind a thin vapor trail and in it's sharp light she witnessed an incredible sight, the insubstantial tentacles all emanated from one point barely a hundred yards from where she stood.

Curious and more than a little frightened she set out towards the epicentre. She strode forward in a straight line. Each time she passed through a strand of mist she felt a shiver through her entire body and a fresh dampening in her knickers.

She came to the base of a low hill, the farmers had allowed the natural briar to grow free here. She stalked the perimeter until she found a path between the thorns. As she stepped up she felt a chill against her thigh more powerful than what she had felt before. With a squeal she slipped forward. As she hit the ground she rolled onto her back to see a substantial white pseudopod disappear under her kilted skirt. With a gasp she felt it nudging against her mound through the sodden material. While the feeling was not unpleasant the idea of some unknown creature taking her was.

She grasped beside her for her rapier and plunged the point into the writhing thing. The thin metal blade had no effect on it's insubstantial form she could feel it scooping at the edge of her pants trying to find entry. She wished she had some find of axe to sever the thing, instead she brought her knees up and planted her feet firmly. Kicking off from the ground she stood suddenly, surprising the creature. She brought one foot down across what she decided might be its back (she didn't like to think of it as a shaft). The creature bulged on either side of the impact.

She brought the foot up again and dropped it with as much force as she could. She continued to stamp until the wriggling thing was completely severed. The phallic comparison was only furthered when from the head of the beast, a stream of mist spurted forth. The pathetic member wilted away to nothing.

She was unmolested for the rest of the climb. When she crested the last rise and peered out of the bushes she saw a slim, naked figure kneeling before some kind of magic circle drawn out with yellow powder. Beside the woman were various alchemical and magical objects along with her discarded clothes. She had long dark red hair and her gaze was fixed on a red mass within the circle which boiled like steam.

As she watched, it coalesced into a humanoid torso. The being's face was smooth and strangely alluring. The naked woman seemed to stare straight through it in a trance her hands hung limply by her sides and she didn't react as the being grew more and more substantial. The demon in the steam was now fully formed and Lirielle hoped the woman's circle would hold it.

Why wasn't the woman doing anything and why was she naked? Lirielle glanced around at the scattered clothes and noticed with horror they had not been removed in the conventional fashion but torn from her body. The woman was beginning to sweat in that same staring unconscious pose. Without warning the demon leapt there was a flash of yellow light as it passed out of the circle pouncing on the defenceless woman. It's groping hands took her breasts and it's snaking cock plunged between her legs. The woman seemed to be trying to fight the demons mental control but with little success.

Lirielle gathered herself and plunged her sword directly into the side of the beings head, but like the mist-creature before, the metal simply passed through leaving it uninjured. She dropped her sword and pulled her flute from her belt instead she put it to her lips and blasted a sharp trill.

The demon paused in it's ravishing turning it's face to her. Emboldened, she continued with short sharp reprimanding tones. Like a cowed dog the demon withdrew from the music and released the helpless woman. Each phrase seemed to affect it like a slap across the face. It backed into the circle and bowed it's head.

Lirielle paused but as she did a wicked grin returned to the monsters face. She brought the flute to her lips again and played the first thing that came to her head, a cheerful dance reel. The demons demeanor changed instantly from sinister to almost cheery. Over her playing Lirielle saw the thing begin a clumsy and shuffling dance. She'd always been able to exercise influence through her playing but this was something else entirely. The swirling mists began to withdraw as well. She continued to play and she saw with hope the girl was recovering. She had collapsed to the ground when the demon released her but now she was reaching out towards something that glinted on the ground nearby. She gripped it in her hand, a ruby amulet. With what appeared to be the last of her strength she raised the amulet and uttered some guttural words.

"Assarah Garalach."

The capering demon continued to follow the tune even as it was drawn into the ruby the woman held outstretched. Only when the last tendril vanished did the woman slump and Lirielle stop playing.

The Second

Lirielle was uncertain how she had managed to bring the girl down through the briars and back to the barn but nevertheless the act had been achieved.

The poor thing bore scratches from the thorns but Lirielle had deemed it preferable to spending the night on the mist enshrouded hill. She lay on the ground modestly covered in sacks; her clothes mostly unwearable. Lirielle examined the possessions she had gathered from the site. As well as the ruby amulet which she was unable to prise from the sleeping womans grip there were several other talismans and bits of cheap jewelry. A bird motif was a common theme, possibly a crow or a raven. A simple backpack held a pair of woolen hose an empty water flask, a slim leather bound book and the few other bits and pieces one might take if planning a trip of a few days. Of more interest was the dagger attached to a ruined belt, it was of fine quality and quite sharp enough for a number of tasks.

The woman stirred and a low moan escaped her lips. Lirielle hastily repacked the bag and moved to her side. "Where am I?" Her eyes fluttered open.

"That's rather cliché but I'll forgive it as you've had quite a night." The woman's eyes flashed in recognition and darted from side to side.

"Where is he?" Her voice was now tinged with fear.

"In that amulet of yours as far as I can tell." The woman raised her hand and stared at the ornament clutched within it.

"It worked!"

"What worked? What were you doing with that creature?"

"I was summoning him, he's my servant now."

"It seemed rather the other way around when I came upon you." She had the dignity to blush at this observation but her excitement was still evident in her voice.

"Now I have spoken his name he cannot help but do as I command."

"Is that what you said; his name, Assar..." The woman's free hand clamped over Lirielle's mouth with surprising speed to cut her off.

"Do not speak it, the spell is still fragile and you might draw him out."

"Well what's your name then?"

"Asteraven, and you?"

"Lirielle. So you're a mage then?"

"Of sorts, I hold some power over things of other realms."

"Like demons?"

"Extra planar forces."

"Same difference. Look, your hose survived but we're going to have to find you some more clothes before you can go out and about. It's nearly dawn I'm going to find the farmhouse and see what I can get." Asteraven nodded in acknowledgment before taking up the surviving grey leggings and donning them. Lirielle gave her an encouraging smile and stepped out into the dawn light.

As she suspected there were stirrings from the farmhouse, working families always started early. A burly young man was filling a manger with dry straw. He didn't notice her until she was quite close. When he did he greeted her with a nod and a lop sided smile. Monsters were rare this close to the city and people were well used to strangers.

"Good morning sir, I suppose you might have guessed I seek some assistance."

"T'at's what I had t'ought. T' nature of t'at help I'm still puzzled on." His accent was reminiscent of the folk who lived far to the south on the shores of the ocean.

"My friend and I came to some mischief with a Morwergle over by the bridge. The dratted thing broke our camp and made off with much of our supplies. Most we can replenish in the city but my companion is in dire need of outfitting and some breakfast would certainly not go astray." The story she new would be believed, Morwergles had become quite famous in these parts since she had introduced the long extinct creatures to many a fireside audience of late. She had even been warned of them by a gate guard one time she left the city.

"What size be your friend? Me mam's got plenty what don't fit her no more if your friend is of the slender persuasion. As fer breakfast, times are good and I'm sure me da' 'ud happily spare a scrap for the company alone. Where's yer friend t'en?"

"Forgive me but we already intruded on your hospitality when we took refuge in yonder barn." She gestured to the building.

"It's no matter, milling's not been done in t'is place fer some time wit' t'e new machinery in t'e city. Bring yer friend an' I'll warn t'others."

Lirielle returned to Asteraven and was glad to find she was able to cover herself for the moment with her now buttonless shirt so long as she held it closed.

They entered the farmhouse to find a spacious kitchen. This family were obviously prosperous, all looked well fed and bright new kitchen utensils were evident around the room. Sitting at the table were the lord and lady of the house. The man was broad like his son and quite grey, his face was lined but the creases all turned cheerily upwards. The mother likewise seemed cheerful, a few years younger and not too long out of the full flush of womanly beauty, she was plumper than she once had been as was evidenced by the strain on the clothing she wore. The first man Lirielle had met smiled at them warmly from the foot of the stair and gestured to some seats.

"As you see my friend's plight is rather urgent, might we wash away the mornings grime and avail ourselves of the clothing you earlier offered."

It was the father who replied. "Of course, forgive our lack of hospitality. Eolf where are those clothes?"

The son merely smiled at his fathers congenial bluster. "It's alright da'. Dudley's fetchin' 't now." To the ladies he gestured to a door on the far side of the room, "the facilities are rude but if y'd like t' avail y'selves of t'e water trough you're welcome t' rid y'self of the grime."

Nodding her thanks Lirielle led Asteraven through the indicated door and into the rear yard. A full rain barrel stood by the door and the rising sun was already warming the irregular flags.

"Well come on, you're filthy." Lirielle scooped up some of the water to wash her face. Asteraven followed her example having to release her grip on the shirt as she did so. Lirielle gripped the grimy garment and helped her out of it. "Don't worry Dudley will be here soon with a fresh one, you just clean yourself up."

In the sunlight Asteraven suddenly appeared to grow shy, she covered her smallish breasts with her hands. Lirielle sighed and scooped up more water to clean Aster's scratched arms. Asteraven released her breasts to bring more water up to clean her chest.

At this moment Dudley appeared at the door with a fresh shirt and a burgundy vest. He was very similar to his brother, a little younger and not quite so broad of shoulder but strong none the less. He wordlessly handed Lirielle the clothes and turned back inside without seeming to notice Asteraven's embarrassment.

Lirielle grinned at the look that came across her face at the perceived indignity. Did he find her ugly, had he no soul? Aster's face spoke this and more.

With the cleanest corner of the old shirt Lirielle helped her dry herself before leaving her to dress. The shirt was a little large but the vest was laced and was easily tightened over her slender form and petite bosom. Lirielle gestured Aster back inside and sent a wink to the window from where she had seen Eolf observing all that passed by.

*****

Breakfast was hearty and the conversation good, Lirielle recounted the attack of the Merwergles and everyone, save Asteraven, roared with laughter at the account of the tug of war over her shirt. The last hob of bread was being chewed and the men were preparing for a days work when Lirielle broke the digestive silence;

"We're very grateful for your hospitality and I would be negligent if I failed to offer our services in the completion of your daily chores."

Asteraven shot a surprised glare her way but Pa didn't notice and merely laughed. "She don't half talk like one of them play folk, but there be no need of you to put yourselves out. My boys and I've got plenty of work in us."

"Well in that case, thanky..." Asteraven began but Lirielle cut her off.

"No, no it is the least we can do for your kindness."

"T'ey could be of help repiling t'at wall in t'e Nort' paddock." Eolf suggested.

Lirielle gave him a bright smile. "Of course, we'd be glad to assist."

Pa seemed only too happy to accept the help while Asteraven fumed at her uninvited companion's gall at offering up her services to menial labour.

"I'm heading out that way to turn in the chaff, you'll barely be at it an hour I'd expect." Eolf rose and with him the rest of the household, the matter decided and the sun growing higher in the sky.

*****

Three walked in comfortable silence Lirielle, Eolf and the plow horse, Aster continued a sullen display of resentment. Lirielle found it easy to ignore on the fresh bright morning. The day was warming but didn't look to be a scorcher and along with her ulterior motives she was quite looking forward to a taste of honest work. The wall in question was a low pile of slate, Eolf informed them a falling tree had damaged this section. The work was of no great urgency with the sheep taken to spring pasture but it was a job to be done none the less. The tree, long since salvaged for fire wood had stood at the corner of the field on a gentle rise. Beyond the wall the ground sloped down sharply on one side to a meandering stream and gently through an orchard on the other. Eolf walked the huge brown workhorse up and down the rows, the earth was soft and rich and turned easily under the blade.

Despite her bad attitude Asteraven worked quickly and with some skill, sometimes correcting Lirielle on a precariously balanced rock. They finished the work in half an hour and sat on their handy work to watch Eolf.

At each turn he would wave and Lirielle would wave theatrically back.

"I don't know if I said thank you." Asteraven stared absently across the field.

"I think you did and don't worry about it anyway."

"I might have died if you hadn't come by and then you made me come out here."

"It's good for you, hard work."

"I know enough about hard work."

"I'd guessed as much, you've too much muscle to be a lady like me."

Asteraven looked at her companion with surprise. "If you're a lady then what are you doing wandering the countryside with a sword."

"Curiosity. My parents gave me an education at their own peril and when chance opened my eyes to the real world there was nothing going to stop me from seeing what I'd read about. How about you, how did you escape the workhouse?"

"You can't say things like that, you don't know anything about me."

"You're definitely a city girl, your skin's too pale for outdoor work. As I said before there's too much substance of you to be a noble, and a noble would be in a respected mage's college rather than dabbling in demonology with a second rate magic circle. The biggest clue I have however is that I like your company which definitely proves you're on your way up from the streets."

"I'm from a village of barely forty souls and my magical education has been entirely of my own doing. I had to come to this city to get the supplies I needed for the ritual."

They mulled each other over in silence until Eolf came striding over.

Lirielle jumped up from the wall as he approached.

He unstoppered a flask of water and took a long swig before handing it to the ladies. "You've done a fine job of t'at wall."

"You think so? Come have a closer look." Lirielle caught up his hand and pulled him closer to inspect it properly.

He rested one boot against it and gave a solid push, nothing gave way and he nodded approvingly. Asteraven rolled her eyes at Lirielle's flirting she tensed however at a whiff of magic on the breeze. Suddenly a gust of wind came rolling up the paddock throwing up dust before lifting Lirielle's skirt almost straight up about her waist. Aster realised that Lirielle was not wearing underwear.

Eolf turned around in surprise at the sudden disturbance, he caught a glimpse of a small bed of tight mousy curls. "Now t'at aint somet'ing I see every day."

Lirielle seemed to revel in the attention directed her way. "Well if you keep up that sweet talkin' you may get to see it again."

"I were talkin' about t'e wind." He grinned. "But trut' be tol' I dit see somet'in' I liked."

Aster rolled her eyes again, what a cheap trick summoning that breeze.

Lirielle moved seductively closer until she was pressed right against Eolf's leg. She raised one hand to brush aside his hair and instantly they were kissing. Furious tongues fought a battle both inside and out of their mouths. Her hands hoicked his loose shirt over his head then gripped at his firm muscular back.

Aster was shocked to find herself stirring with desire at the primal scene. Eolf worked his mouth down Lirielle's neck as he freed her breast from her shirt. His wide mouth then began work on her nipples. She dropped her hands and fiddled with the buckle at his waist. The weight of the belt brought his pants to the dust.

Without realising Asteraven found herself kneeling behind him helping pull the trousers over his boots. She stopped, stunned at herself and watched as Lirielle gripped, with one hand, his freed cock which sprang the last little bit to full attention. It was thick and rugged like the man himself and she tugged at it furiously even as her other hand released the clasp of her kilt and sent it dropping to the ground.

In an awkward shuffle they moved themselves fully to the strip of grass that ran along the wall. Aster found herself between his legs looking up at his dangling ball sack. She began to turn away but felt herself taking them in her mouth and juggling them about while Lirielle's two hands caused his cock to draw mad patterns on her thigh.

His rough hands gripped her soft white buttocks, stretching them. Occasionally a finger would brush across a sensitive spot and set her legs a quiver.

"Enough, I'm ready," Lirielle panted. She pulled from the embrace and bending forward rested her arms on the wall. Her delicate pussy lips gleamed invitingly. Eolf placed his hands on her hips and with slow precision inserted himself into her dripping box. With firm steady strokes he pumped into her.

Left out of the immediate action, Asteraven found herself hastily removing her borrowed clothing. She took up position behind Eolf and rediscovered the balls already enslickened by her saliva. Her mind went blank and she allowed herself to move in motion with his thrusting to keep from tearing the things off, her chin became drenched with Lirielle's vaginal fluids. It was clear from her twitching and gasps that Lirielle was already enjoying an orgasmic cycle. Eolf joined her with a grunt not too long after. Aster released him as he staggered backwards, she now found herself face to face with Lirielle's sex, dripping with semen.

Sweaty dirt-made hand prints on her white skin. A thirst came over her and, desperate for a taste of the man, she plowed on into the dewy rose. The stretching of Eolf's cock had left Lirielle red but as Asteraven gently licked the labia resumed its neat hedging of the vaginal opening.

Eolf was enlivened by the sight but it was too soon to bring his cock back to service, instead he carefully washed his thick fingers in water from the flask and knelt behind Asteraven. She didn't flinch at the cool wet touch which stroked across her and she merely sighed into Lirielle's cunt as she was penetrated. Gradually she stopped her licking and Lirielle turned to watch the new proceedings with a calculating eye.

With a sudden movement Lirielle was off the wall and wrapping her lips on Eolf's reviving cock.

Aster was too caught up in her pleasure to notice anything but Lirielle could feel her mind fighting for control of her body. She hadn't been conscious of the movement she had simply found herself engulfing the salty member. From the corner of her eye she saw a flash of red from amongst Aster's clothes. She found herself gagging and fighting, she was all for sex but not if it was demonic inspired rape. Smoking red coils begin to unravel themselves, she looked up at Eolf to see if he had noticed but there was just a strange look in his eyes. Muscles throughout her body were clenching of their own accord, preventing her from pulling away.

She scrabbled around with her hand, trying to reach her belt unsuccessfully. She was beginning to realise there was only going to be one way to get his cock out of her mouth.

She gripped the base of his shaft in her hand and bent her mind to extracting his sperm as quickly as she could. One of the tendrils brushed against her thigh so she just sucked harder. Loud slurping noises emanated from her mouth as she ran her hand and lips along the full length of his cock. She twisted her tongue around so it held him in a half grip as she continued to take him across her pallet.

With a professional and calculating eye she judged him ready to explode and pulled back with a final squeeze. Jets of thick creamy liquid poured forth into her face, she closed her eyes as it splashed off her cheek. She wiped clear her eyes and opened them hesitatingly. Her plan seemed to have worked, her body ached for another orgasm but she was not locked into the sexual pose.

She edged back, fighting a desire to grab his hand and force it between her legs. Even as she moved however that hand shot out and gripped her shoulder, she saw with awe and horror that he was raging hard again. The erection was enshrouded in a boiling cloud of red mist. She rolled with the hand that was pulling her in, her shoulder caught his thigh and redirected his hips to Asteraven's pussy which was oozing from the fingering she had received. The demon power drove Eolf forward where his finger had been moments before.

Asteraven let out a scream of mixed pain, surprise and ecstasy, Eolf and the demon seemed to have their full attention on her now.

Somewhere beneath the red fog of her mind Aster could sense something wrong. Undoubtedly the pleasure was incredible but something kept her mind detached from the moment, as if her body was being used as a siphon for someone else's satisfaction.

She caught a glimpse of Lirielle retrieving her flute and bringing it to cum drenched lips. The music cut through and suddenly she could see exactly what was going on. The demon had seduced them into this orgy and as their brains gave way to the pleasure it had taken over. Now Lirielle's melody acted like a lighthouse, a point to focus on to bring them back to themselves.

Lirielle began playing with a sharp trill which caused the red coils to immediately freeze, she continued with a lilting tune, a pleasant country dance. She watched Eolf carefully as gradually he turned from his hard rough thrusts to a more playful roll of the hips. She could see Aster fighting for and gaining control of herself and when the tune ended she knew they were in control of themselves once more.

She immediately took up a slower piece for the end of the evening before the fire. The red in Eolf's eyes was completely gone and he withdrew himself from Aster slowly, a sticky thread hung between them then snapped.

Asteraven turned and layed herself back in the grass, she glanced to Lirielle who was still playing, and nodded to Eolf. He gently knelt before her. She parted her legs and accepted him inside her tenderly and with her own will. They shared tender kisses as they pressed to each other until Eolf suddenly tensed his back and a gentle moan escaped Asteraven's lips and they came together.

Lirielle sat down next to them and leaned back against the wall. She set down the flute and wiped her sticky face with the back of her hand.

Eolf rolled from atop Aster and lay still, soon a gentle snore broke the silence.

Aster looked across to her clothes and then to Lirielle.

"It's supposed to obey me."

"I dare say it would if you gave it a direct command but it is a demon spirit, it has a will of it's own and it's always going to try and seek to have it's own way. You're going to have to teach it who's the master if you don't want to end up sleeping with any man or worse who comes by."

Aster sat in silence staring at the amulet peeking out of her shirt.

"Don't worry about it I'm sure these things take time and look on the bright side at least you didn't get a demon of death and destruction."

Aster smiled at that.

"What was that last tune you played? What kind of magic was it?"

"The last one? That was no spell, just some ambiance. The magic was all you baby."

"Come on lets go get cleaned up."

The Third

They left their clothes and equipment with the sleeping Eolf, covering him with his shirt to protect him somewhat from the sun. Lirielle picked up the amulet and wedged it into a crevice in the wall and they set off down the slope to the stream. "All we have to worry about for the moment are some randy spiders." She said.

The stream was bedded with perfect round pebbles, gathered up and polished by the waters flow. Low bushes and trees kept the topsoil in place so the water was clean and clear. The two girls did not hesitate in getting in and laying down to immerse themselves in the shallow water. When they were satisfied they were clean they stepped out and found a sunny patch of grass in which they could lay down to dry out.

Lirielle stretched out her arms behind her and closed her eyes against the bright sun. "Tell me about your village then, why did you leave?"

"I told you before I needed supplies for my summoning spell."

"Yes but you didn't explain why you wanted to do a summoning spell in the first place, not much call for demons in your standard village trades unless you're a blacksmith I suppose but then you'd be after a fire demon."

"You talk a lot."

"And you don't talk enough, go on." Lirielle rolled on her side and propped herself on one elbow to look at her companion. She was well muscled, a little on the thin side with no breasts to speak of and the wild red hair on her head accompanied another wild patch of dark red between her legs. Asteraven stared off into the sky and then began to speak.

"My uncle ran an Inn about a days ride from the city, my family are farmers and they sent me to work with my uncle. We would get all sorts staying: nobles, merchants, wizards and common folk. For the most part I didn't have any contact with them but the others would always gossip and tell stories about the fancy folk. I didn't pay much attention because mostly their heads were full of foolish dreams and romance. One day I was cleaning one of the estate rooms when I came across that amulet." She paused a moment, apparently in thought. "Tell me, what did it look like when you first saw it." Lirielle was surprised at the question.

"Well it's kind of a wreath of gold, all twisted around, with a ruby in the centre."

"And how much do you think it's worth?"

"Well magical properties aside and just as a piece of jewelery I'd say 1000 or so gold pieces, that's a pretty big ruby."

"That's what I saw too. When I picked it up a million thoughts rushed through my head, maybe I could sell it or keep it. If I returned it to it's owner maybe he'd reward me or punish me. Maybe someone would even accuse me of stealing it. I could see I had a chance, a dangerous one, but a chance none-the-less to change my life. I came out of that room with it clasped in my hand just as my uncle came by. He asked to see what I was holding and he wouldn't be put off. Eventually he snatched it from me and I thought I was sure to be punished but instead he just laughed and told me I should keep it. I was shocked, it's worth more than I would earn in ten years. I hid it in my bed after that.

I decided to find out who had been in that room to see what my chances of reward or punishment would be so I asked around and discovered that the Countess Rosetta had spent the night on her way to the city. It was then that I began listening to the gossip in the back room. I heard the most fanciful tales about the countess; that she had murdered her husband, that she was really a vampire, that she was famed for her charity work and that she was going to the city to seek out an heir to her massive estate. I decided that a reward was unlikely and since no-one had come searching for it that it would not be missed. I told my uncle that I wanted to visit my family and he gave me permission to leave. Instead of going to my family I went into the city and sought out jewelers. The first place I visited offered me a copper for it, the second wouldn't offer even that. I was baffled, even if it was fake it was worth at least five silver as a pretty bauble. I tried every jeweler I could find but none would offer me more than a few copper. I had expected to make a quick sale and then find somewhere to stay, instead I was alone and poor in a strange place.

Naturally a pair of ruffians targeted me for robbery and I think you can guess what else. They chased me into a blind alley so I drew out my knife and looked for some way of escape. I remember thinking if only I could get behind them I could stick them and run. The next thing I knew one of them had dropped to the ground, his friend spun to see what was wrong and I took my chance. I ran at his exposed back with my knife outstretched and stabbed him under the ribs, he dropped across his friend. They both appeared to be dead, so I took a closer look at what had killed the first one. There was a stab wound in his back, identical to the one I had inflicted on his friend. I don't know why but I wasn't afraid that some invisible ally was stabbing people on my behalf. I searched the corpses and took their money pouches and daggers then went to find an Inn. The innkeeper told me where I could find some more jewelers in the rich part of town. That day was even worse some places wouldn't even let me in the door and I was laughed out of the rest. I had no choice but to go back to my uncle.

A week later the rumor in the kitchen was that the countess would stay again on her way back to her estate. With no real choice other than to give up I decided to offer it back to her and hope for a reward.

When the countess returned it was in a huge black coach drawn by white horses, I was prepared to believe at that moment that she really was a vampire. There was no way I could get near her with all the bustling of guards, stable boys and footmen so I waited and bode my time waiting for my chance. I was lucky that evening, a young knight was also staying at the inn and he had invited her to dine with him, rather than cause a scandal by meeting in his or her rooms she had decided to eat in the common room albeit at the balcony table above the mob. I called in some favours from the other waiting girls to serve at their table. I watched them carefully as they ate their meal, the knight was trying to press his suit but she was having none of it. She would smile at his jokes but she seemed to regard him patronisingly as if she were a teacher dealing with a dense but keen pupil. When they finished eating and called for more wine I presented the amulet and explained how I came to find it. Just like my uncle the young knight just laughed at me the countess merely smiled and then she said to me the strangest thing. 'You insult me to suggest I would wear such a cheap brass button, one of you servants must have dropped it.' I looked down stunned at the amulet in my hand which lay there, a brass button to fasten the stable boy's britches. I turned my face again to the smiling Countess and saw her wink at me with her shining dark eyes. I apologised and stumbled away, I didn't serve them again."

"What about the amulet?" Lirielle asked.

"Well, of course, when I left I looked at it again and it was just the same as when I found it with that huge shining ruby. Despite my embarrassment there was work to do so I stashed it in my apron pocket and went about my duties. Later that evening when I was helping in the kitchen my uncle came rushing in and told me I must see the countess in her rooms immediately, she had asked for me by name although I'm sure I never told it her. I climbed the stairs and knocked on her door, more curious than afraid. The room was bright with candles and an oil lamp burning beside her on a writing desk. The desk was not one of ours, it was a traveling one which folded away on her coach. She was a very tall woman in her early thirties with fair skin and black hair pulled back behind her head and knotted through an elaborate ornament of silver dripping black opals. 'Come in and sit down, please.' Her voice was smooth, welcoming and friendly very different to the tones she had used with the knight. There was no sign of any one else in the room so I moved to sit on the edge of the chair she indicated. 'Now, there's no need to be afraid, you can keep that amulet and I'm sure it will be very useful for you. You will just need some instruction on how to get best use from it.' She drew a slim volume from the desk and handed it to me. I took it carefully.

'Thank you, Countess.'

'Come now, let's not be so formal, tell me about yourself.' She came over and raised me from my chair then led me over to the lounge by the window. She kept asking me questions about my family and my life, she told me I was unusual for seeing the true nature of the amulet, that it meant I had the potential for magic. The book explained some simple spells and how to harness a demon power to the amulet so that I could channel its energy into my spells. She explained all this to me as if she were the cook explaining a recipe for soup."

"So you decided that magic was a better life than chores." Lirielle was watching her intently but Asteraven merely shrugged."

"I'd known that since the city when I killed those two thugs. The spell came so naturally to me, it's like I was finding my home. Like the countess said, I had the magical potential it wasn't chance that brought the amulet to me."

"It certainly seems that way," she muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. So, did you sleep with the knight? He was obviously gagging for it."

"No!"

"Don't get touchy, I would have."

"I slept with the countess...

It happened so easily, as she talked to me the room grew warmer even as the fire shrank back. She offered me wine and we drank it together. She slipped her hand into my lap and I didn't even glance down I was entranced by the movement of her lips. Gradually I came to realise her fingers were rubbing me through my skirts, I reached out and placed my hand over her breast. The front of her dress was stiff with embroidery but the white skin of her bust was soft and moved under my touch. She stood and my hand fell away but she only turned and began to work at the lacing of her bodice. I rose to help her and the stiff corsetry fell away in an instant and her hair and the black opals sat in stark contrast to her white back.

I replaced my hand on her bosom and began to rub it gently as we leaned in to kiss. Her lips were sticky but warm at first touch, they parted and she tilted her head as the kiss grew deeper. Her hands were dealing with the bindings of my humble attire so I set about removing her skirts. We managed to separate ourselves from our clothing and I felt myself emboldened. I placed my arm around her delicate waist and directed her to the bed. All she was wearing was the elaborate head dress and I wore even less. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt behind her to remove the fragile ornament. With it gone I pulled her bodily onto the bed and pushed her down onto her back. She didn't protest as I used my tongue between her legs. After I brought her to orgasm I crawled up between her legs to lie over her as a man would. I pushed myself against her and we kissed deeply some more. The invitation of her lips was more than I could stand so I climbed up her body until I straddled her face. She seemed only too happy to use her tongue as I ground myself against her mouth. Suddenly I heard a noise and I turned my head to see if we had been discovered. A slim black object was hovering in the air by her writing desk. She gestured with her hand and it came towards us. As it got closer I could see it was formed in the shape of a penis. I slid back off her face and she grinned at me through a mask of my juices. I felt a firm warm touch to the skin of my lower back, the device slid down my spine. The countess reached up and pulled my face down to hers causing my arse to stick up into the air. The device began to ooze a slick liquid as it pushed on and entered my anus, the countess released my face and pushed me over onto my side. I let out a deep moan as the device twisted with me. She took my ankle in her hand and pushed it up away from the bed then leaned in and continued pleasuring my cunt. The device began to move again, it slid in and out of my butt. I was orgasming continuously, she kept this up for what seemed like hours occasionally she would reposition my legs or approach me from a different angle. Eventually I felt the device slip out and fall to the bed, she continued to use her tongue but grew gentler and finally stopped. I crept out of her room just before dawn and began my chores for the day."

The Fourth

"Well, lying here won't get us anywhere." Lirielle stood, the grass had left crinkled patterns on her, shoulders and bottom.

"Where are we going?" Aster remained on the grass.

"I don't know. Do you have any money."

"Some"

"Enough?"

"No."

"Good, then we're going to seek your fortune." She reached out a hand to help Asteraven to stand.

"What about you?"

"Unless my aging parents have another child I already know where my fortune is. Don't worry about it, you seem like an interesting person to be around." They climbed together back to the wall where Eolf still slept. Aster went to retrieve the amulet. "I think you should wait until you're dressed before you pick that up again." She hesitated before agreeing and dressing herself. Lirielle fastened her belt and checked her flute in its case then knelt down next to the sleeping man. "Wake up now, remember the good and forget the bad," she whispered into his ear. "There's a good lad." He rose with a daft grin on his face, awkward now and embarrassed. "Thank you Eolf, for the clothes." Aster gave him a quick sharp hug.

"Yer more'n welcome." He blushed bright red.

"And thanks for the sex, it was fun." Lirielle kissed him on the cheek. They left him dressing himself on the hill and headed off towards the main town gate. It was a regular day in the city of Oakport and a new leather belt was easy to come by, harder to find were the powders and charms that Asteraven deemed necessary to keep them from the demon's power. When all was gathered they stopped for a late lunch at a tavern overlooking the river. A wooden deck was built out from the second floor so that patrons could observe the water as they ate and drank. They were upstream and upwind from the tanners and other industries of the city; here they enjoyed fresh air and the estate gardens of the local lord. They sipped cheap white wine in silence as they waited for their food. The amulet lay between them on the table, no one gave it a second glance, they guessed it must have chosen its brass form. Lunch was new baked bread, sharp cheese and slices of smoked venison. They ate leisurely, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon and listening to the gentle murmur of the city.

Lirielle gazed across at the verdant lawns and flowering trees that surrounded a four storey mansion directly across from the restaurant. "I can't see any guards on this side."

"Are you planning on breaking in then?"

"Not at the moment but it is strange considering how many guards are posted on the other side. You'd think he would be more concerned about an approach from the river."

"Who lives there?" Aster twisted in her seat to get a better look of the place.

"Some count, I met him once but he wasn't particularly memorable." She turned back to her wine.

"Then why are you bringing it up now?"

"Well aren't you the least bit curious why someone would put so many guards on the front gate and so few at the back entrance?" Asteraven merely shrugged.

"I've never even seen the front entrance, it's probably just for show, for his neighbours."

"You could be right." Lirielle's eyes continued to return to the mansion as they finished their meal.

Lirielle had Aster pay the tavern owner and they set out along the street. The inhabitants were a fairly diverse bunch, mostly human with a sizable halfling population and a scattering of dwarves and elves. There was little segregation as the dwarven and elven populations were too small to form communities and the nature of halflings made them sociable. They passed out of the crowded streets of commerce and trade into a paved avenue in which neatly dressed clerks and robed individuals ran hasty errands between larger columned buildings. The street was clean and the broad bridge that crossed the river was adorned with griffon statues whose stony gaze caught all who crossed. They tracked down a few more streets on the river's far side until they came to a reputable looking inn bearing a gold fist on a sable fist above the door. Lirielle led the way into a plush antechamber in which two footmen waited.

"Does m'lady require her usual room?" He bowed low as he spoke.

"Not today, I would prefer something less stuffy. Is the top floor suite available?"

"Of course m'lady, and will you require seperate chambers for your companion?"

"No, the servants room will suffice."

"Very good m'lady. This way, please." He led them up a broad staircase and into a bright room with tall glass doors which opened onto a balcony. A large bed sat next to another more discreet door which led to a small and neatly furnished bedroom.

"Will you have my clothes brought up, I wish to dine in company tonight. Is there anyone of interest staying this evening?" Lirielle made to inspect the room was to her standards.

"As it pleases your ladyship, the only person of name is Baron Centrius Glarour, a cousin of your mothers I believe. The wizard Transtram is pleased to grace us for the week otherwise there are but a handful of merchants and a band of adventurers."

"Adventurers? Of what sort?"

"I believe their leader calls himself Iron Black of Dwelvley Mountain, his companions are another dwarf, an elf and a young lady halfling."

"Extend an invitation to the baron and the wizard, you may inform the other guests of my presence if they inquire."

"Very good m'lady, will you require anything else."

"No that will be all until this evening, thankyou." At her word he backed from the room closing the door behind him.

"Would m'lady like me to clean her boots?" Asteraven spoke when she was sure he was out of hearing. "Why are we staying here? It must cost a small fortune."

"It's quite alright, a friend of mine has an account here and he's happy for me to indulge myself if I desire it." Lirielle was opening the glass doors. Asteraven went to join her on the balcony. The view was impressive; they could look out to the hills South of the city and had a reasonably uninterrupted view of the river. It was uninterrupted save for a rather large mansion which stood across the street which ran along the back of the inn. The gate was heavily guarded and beyond the gate were more soldiers, standing at the doors and patrolling the garden.

"Good luck breaking in there." Asteraven returned inside and threw herself onto the huge bed. It was the most marvelous piece of furniture she had ever seen. Even in the most expensive rooms in her uncle's inn the beds had been at best functional and comfortable but this was the height of luxury. The mattress was soft, the sheets smooth, clean and sweet smelling, the four posts were exquisitely carved and the velvet drapes were sewn with sparkling crystals.

Lying on her back amidst the opulence she had a sudden desire to test her new demon boosted spells, it was not much use undertaking the mental wrestling match to control it if she did not use the power. She sat up and looked about the room for inspiration. She spotted a candlestick across the room and decided to concentrate on producing a flame to light it. She stretched out her right hand and gripped the amulet with her left directing the energies to the wick and willing it to light. The wax began to soften and melt. She concentrated harder, this spell had been simple to her before she had made the compact it should be as easy as breathing now. The candle remained stubbornly unlit. She walked across the room to take a closer look, she picked it up and examined it putting it down again almost immediately. The melting of the wax had not been random, the candle had reshaped itself into a perfect sculpture such as one might find in the shop of the more discerning purveyors of leatherwork and sundries. The next object her eye alighted on was one of the soft cushions on the bed. She summoned the power to send it flying across the room, and fly it did straight towards her. She flinched as it struck her then looked down, the cushion was banging against her thigh like a confused and randy dog. She pulled it away and threw it back on the bed. Lirielle walked back in and saw the candle on the desk.

"They didn't have those last time I was here, Derwell does have interesting tastes."

"I did that," Asteraven explained, "there's something wrong with my spells." Lirielle glanced at the amulet in her hand.

"I daresay I can pick what might be the problem."

"It's supposed to make me more powerful but as it is it's distorting my most simple spells."

"From everything I've seen it's pretty clear the demon you've caught is not in a cooperative frame of being. Maybe if you try another spell I'll be able to see what's going wrong."

"It would be easier with a human target."

"Alright, come out onto the balcony." Lirielle suggested. They stepped back outside and looked down to the street below.

"There," Asteraven pointed to a man struggling to carry a large pack. "I'll use a spell which will make him too weak to lift his arm let alone that bag." She pointed her finger and spoke a few words. Down below the man continued to struggle on with his load. "Nothing, you see!"

"Just a moment look," Lirielle nodded towards the man. He had dropped his pack to the ground and was crouched down looking through it red faced. As they watched he nonchalantly pulled out a robe which he draped over his arm. He shouldered his pack and as he did so the two women could see the unmistakable bulge of his erection. As soon as his pack was on his back he brought the robe around in front of himself to cover his embarrassment. "It's just as I thought."

"If you mean that I am harbouring a sex mad demon then I could have told you that without this extra experiment." Asteraven said.

"No, did you see the guards reactions?"

"What do you mean?" Asteraven looked to the men on the gate across the street.

"The one on the street was grinning from ear to ear but those fellows through the gate and the one in the tower didn't blink."

"They probably didn't see anything."

"You're right there, they can't see anything because they're not real people. They're just an illusion, can't you see it?" Asteraven examined the men again. They were all nearly identical and their mannerisms seemed to be on a loop. One would brush away a non existent fly, another stretch his fingers. Lirielle watched realisation dawn on her face. "I'll show you again. Watch their reactions." With that she pulled her top over her head allowing her breasts to bounce free. After a few moments the real guard looked up and did a double take, he continued to just stare. Lirielle pretended she hadn't noticed the reaction from below and performed a few stretches while Asteraven watched the false guards for reactions. A cowled priest followed the guards gaze and looked away instantly sneaking furtive glances over his shoulder as he progressed along the street. The illusory guards continued their programmed charade.

"I can see it, now that you've told me it seems obvious, but that's the way illusions work isn't it." Asteraven turned back to her. Lirielle looked down, she bent over the railing and gave the real guardsman a small wave.

"You're not the only one who can cause spontaneous erections in men," she laughed as they both turned and went inside.

There was a knock at the door. Asteraven tensed but Lirielle merely indicated that she should answer. Aster reluctantly trudged across the room and opened the door. The footman had returned with a square travelling chest.

"Your lady's gowns. Shall I bring them in?" He offered.

"I can manage thank you." Aster replied curtly and dragged the chest through the door before closing it again. "Your ladyship's gowns, will you wear the cloth of gold or the griffon's feather boa this evening?" She asked mockingly.

"The white silk with the bronze embroidered bodice will be fine." Lirielle pushed Asteraven aside to open the chest and pull out the garment she had described. "A gift from Derwell."

"He's paying for the room too, he must like you a lot." Aster raised her eyebrows.

"Perhaps, but it is a most chaste liking." She removed the gown and lay it on the bed as she undressed. Aster reacted unconsciously, regressing to her servant ways as she helped her into the exquisite dress.

That evening Asteraven made claim of the main bed and Lirielle went down stairs to meet her dining companions. She waited until ten past the hour to ensure her entrance would be most grand. She pushed open the door theatrically and stepped in to the elegant private dining room. Her shoulders slumped at the empty chairs and the wasted effort of styling her hair. The footman stepped out from behind the door. "I am most terribly sorry but your uncle and the wizard extend their sincere apologies, they were both taken ill this evening and have retired to their rooms."

"Drop the act Henry and tell me what's really going on. Pull up a chair." Lirielle sat down at the table and indicated for the footman to do the same.

"They both came to me separately and asked for a ladies service this evening. They seemed pretty agitated about it." Henry took the proffered chair.

"I can imagine," she gave him a sharp look. "How many others wanted company tonight?"

"Well the adventurers called for three but that was to be expected, one of the merchants brought his wife, another asked a particular serving girl to bring his meal to his room but the others all wanted company." Lirielle pondered over what he said, she was certain it was the demon's influence but unsure how serious a concern that was.

"Oh well, you might as well join me for dinner. It sounds like your guests will be otherwise engaged in their rooms."

Henry went into the kitchens and returned a moment later with a sumptuous feast. They ate together talking amicably of the goings on in the inn in recent weeks. As the wine emptied and the talk wained, Lirielle found herself regarding her dinner guest with a calculating eye. He was in his late thirties and not unhandsome, he seemed to be returning her gaze in a mood in which she had not seen him before.

"Thank you Henry, for the delicious meal and the pleasure of your company which was I am sure far better than that of the randy baron or wizard." She stood, somewhat unsteadily thanks to the volumes of wine she had consumed, as she spoke.

"You are most welcome, and might I say that gown is most becoming on you." He stood too and they watched each other across the table.

"Thank you." Lirielle reached behind herself to undo her binding. Henry watched, motionless, as she loosed the bodice and with difficulty (owing only partly to the wine) extracted herself from the skirts. She kicked off the dainty shoes she wore and navigated around to his side. "You may fuck me tonight Henry."

"Very good m'lady." He was able to extricate himself from his own clothing with somewhat less difficulty. They stood facing each other with cold formality. With a sudden sweep of his arm, Henry brushed aside the dinner scraps and lifted her onto the edge of the table. She propped her legs on the backs of two seats while he dived between them to take his desert. Lirielle reveled in the sensation her hands clenching the air as the pleasure rolled through her. Her eye and then her hand caught the flagon of wine on the table. She poured it out over her stomach and the red liquid ran down between her legs. She used her hand to assist Henry in the pleasuring of her nether regions and soon her own musky vintage intermingled with the ferment on his chin. Sensing her readiness he stood and pointed his member to her cunt. He plunged into her and pushed on until a thick white stream filled her. Lirielle fell back into the soup tureen satisfied but something was wrong. Despite the warm ooze he had left inside her he continued to ram into her. She looked up into his eyes and saw the blank stare of possession. From her position amongst the dishes she pulled her knees up to her chest. Henry used his fingers to pull her wider open, stretching her labia. She raised her heels and braced her feet against his shoulders, she silently counted out his rhythm and straightened her legs on the backswing. He flew back with some force and fell tumbling amongst the chairs. He hit his head as he fell and lay still on the floor, his erection still throbbing.