Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
I wasn't sure what had happened. All I knew was that one minute I was looking at a man in black and now I was on the floor in Kala's arms wrapped in a blanket. Zarra was kneeling next to me and Rath was holding on to the man -- probably the mage -- none too gently either. "What happened?"
Rath answered, "He must have put us under a sleeping spell. We woke to find ourselves in the cellar and came to your rescue. But it seems that you needed no rescuing; we found him lying next to you on the bed, completely enthralled. You overcame a mage in your sleep!"
I stood up, still a bit dizzy, clinging to the blanket around me, and walked to the mage. He whimpered as I approached, struggling to get closer. I told Rath to let him go. The mage knelt in front of me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing against me. I lifted his face up and asked him his name.
"Rioso is the name of your servant," he said formally.
The mage was pale, not just fair like Rath, but pale to the point of looking unhealthy. His hair was pure white and bright red eyes stared at me, filled with need and hunger. His eyes were startling in that pale countenance.
Just then my stomach growled in protest of its long fast and Rioso scrambled to his feet. "I will get food for you. I will have my servants prepare a meal. Forgive my inattention to your needs. I haven't been myself."
With that the mage scurried away, probably to fetch his servants. Zarra asked if we should let him go.
"I don't think he'll go far." Rath replied. "He's acting like Kala and I did before Amara was of age. We could not take her because she was too young, but we needed to be near her."
"I need to bind him correctly." I said, and my stomach voiced a protest.
Kala laughed, "Yes, but I think it might be a bit more romantic if you eat first!"
After I dressed, we went down two flights of stairs to the dining room. The mage was setting out bowls and goblets that looked like they were made of gold. A fine bottle of wine was opened and waiting. A small demon -- one of the servants -- brought out a large tureen of soup and Rioso asked us to take seats around the table. He served steaming bowls of soup to us all and without ceremony we all dove in. The soup was very thick, more like a stew, and filled with vegetables, potatoes and a meat which I couldn't identify and didn't dare ask about. It tasted good and that's all I cared to know. The wine was excellent -- at least Rath said it was -- I had no knowledge of wine at all and drank only a couple of sips. Fortunately, there was also cool, clear water at the table. When I asked where the mage had gotten vegetables, he told me about his cool cellar were he kept his produce. The same cellar that had been used to hold the sleeping demons.
I asked if there was any way to take a bath and Rioso told his servants to heat water. Then he led the way up the stairs to the level above his bedroom. It was filled with herbs, bottles, and ancient books scattered over curved tables along the circular wall. With Zarra's help, he moved a large wooden tub to the center of the room that could be used for my bath.
After a short while, the servants arrived with buckets of steaming water and filled the tub. The mage gave me some herbs to use in place of soap and gave me a large towel. I asked Rath, Zarra and Kala to leave, but told the mage to stay. I could see him begin to tremble. I smiled at him and my three demons shook their heads, knowing what was in store for the hapless mage. They went down to the bottom floor and set out their blankets to sleep. There was no need to set a watch in this tower; Rioso had assured them that no one could enter unless he wished them to.
With Rioso watching me intently, I took off my dress and undergarments, and then stepped into the warm water of the tub. I could hear the mage hitch in his breath as I sat down. I motioned for him to come closer and gave him the herbs. He began to wash me with trembling hands.
"You will get your robe wet." I said calmly. He looked down at his robe for a moment, then got the hint and removed his robe and then his undergarment, revealing a slender, white body that had probably never known a moment of sunshine. He knelt down and wash my body, giving a little moan when he reached my breasts.
"Do you like them?" I asked him. He whimpered in reply. I ran my hands lightly over them and he moaned. I moved so I was close to him and lifted them up to him. He bent down and kissed one of the tips reverently. He looked at me and then kissed the other.
I let him continue washing, and he did so very carefully, and included washing my long hair. When I felt I was clean enough, I stood up and he grabbed the towel. He gave me a slender hand to lean on as I got out of the tub and then dried me. The look on his face was as if I had just given him the greatest gift possible -- but the best was yet to come.
Still completely nude, I walked down to his bedroom and sat next to the fire to dry my hair. It gleamed bright red in the firelight and I asked for a brush. He took one from a dresser and I began to brush my hair. He sat there at my feet watching my every movement. When my hair was almost dry, I put the brush aside, and stood up. He wrapped his arms around my hips, his face pressed into the soft curls at my groin.
"I love you," he whispered, and he reverently kissed me there.
Poor demon! He is worse off than the others were -- with absolutely no experience!
I moved to edge of the chair and opened my legs wide, revealing myself to him. He gave a little groan as he stared at unknown treasures just beneath the curls. He finally tore his eyes away and looked up at me with questioning eyes. I nodded and thrust myself upward a little. His stare returned to the juncture of my legs and then he bent down to kiss me again. He pressed his lips deeper and kissed me harder. Then a tongue made its tentative appearance and he licked at my offering. I gave a little moan of my own and drew my legs up so that they were over the chair arms, opening myself completely.
I think he stopped breathing for a few seconds, and then the air came out like a long hiss. He bent even lower, spreading his legs so that he could get low enough. The soft rug rubbed gently against his own length, teasing it. He gave a little sob of pleasure that was just beginning and looked down at himself as if seeing himself for the first time.
Then he returned to me and began licking me in earnest. His untrained tongue found every crevice, every soft fold and I shivered with delight. Crystal honey moistened my entrance and he tentatively licked at it, and when he found it sweet, he put his tongue in deep, searching for more. I cried out and he pulled away for fear that he had hurt me.
"No! More!" I moaned.
He nodded in obedience and returned to his task. His tongue went deep inside and licked my walls. I rewarded him with even more honey and could hear him lapping it up. For long minutes, perhaps an hour, perhaps more, he administered to me, licking and nibbling me past two orgasms. The first one startled him, but he soon realized that this was pleasure and he worked towards bringing me to my second.
I was aching for him, completely wet and swollen. I wanted him inside of me. I stood up on shaky legs and he put out a hand to steady me. Together we made it to the bed, and laid down on it. As needy as I was, I could not take him without returning the favor. I knelt between his legs. Now he would feel the pleasure of a tongue. I took hold of his length, already hardened but capable of much more. I started with his head, swirling my tongue around it, dipping into the tiny hole at the tip.
Rioso moaned deeply, closing his eyes with feelings that he never dreamed possible. He began to lift and swell, his pale length filling with blood and turning almost as red as his eyes. I moved to his balls, sucking at the orbs inside his sac, moving them gently to and for. His body was steady movement now, and he was moaning constantly.
I could see my tendrils beginning to form and knew that the mage was too close to continue playing with. With a practiced motion, I straddled him and sat down, impaling myself on his rigid penis. Rioso cried out as he trust himself into my hot, wet entrance and pushed himself upward, shoving himself even farther inside the very same passage that his tongue had enjoyed only a small space of time before.
I began to ride him, a moving, undulating motion that made my breasts bob and he watched them as if hypnotized. I beckoned him to them and he lifted his torso so that he could suck my nipples while I moved on him. It didn't take long for him to climax -- just as I had surmised. He gave a long, drawn-out moan as he came, thrusting in hard and pumping semen deep inside. With a jerking motion, he emptied himself then quickly went limp and slipped free. I moved to lie at his side, facing him, stroking him gently as he rested.
The night was young and there would be much more pleasure in store for both of us before dawn arrived.