Lust and legends 2: Free Spirits - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Chapter 1 - Part 2

No, he didn't want that pestilential fiendling anywhere near this place.

And if he had a chance to dangle something shiny in front of her to help get her clear, then that was just a bonus.

"I'll go with it. As long as Kira agrees... though I doubt she'd object." He smiled tightly. "In fact, I suspect she'll practically trample me to get at your money."

Lethiel and Bambi both let out chuckles at that, the sound mingling in a way that he absently thought sounded very easy on the ear.

"Very well," Lethiel said after a few moments, nodding half to herself. "If you bring Kira here, we can assemble what we'll need and head out directly from the house."

That sounded a lot more reasonable than her flat-out order of before, and Julius frowned as he tried to work out why the difference. In all honesty, how she'd been acting before had seemed a bit... off, and what was happening now was far more in keeping with his experience of her attitude. At the time, he'd put it down to being back in a place ruled by her own kind - if, in fact, she really was one of them - as well as the general way she'd put herself out to help him get himself back to normal. On the other hand, he was willing to admit he hadn't exactly been thinking totally straight at that point.

"That should be easy enough to arrange," he allowed, though he carefully didn't make any hint of a promise it would actually happen.

Whether she noticed that little detail or not, Lethiel lounged back on the couch, arms going out to lay along it's back as she crossed her legs in a casual, graceful move that Julius found far too distracting for comfort. The silken fabric of her robe seemed like it was trying to decide whether to bother even trying to stay in place well enough to cover her body... and from both her expression and posture, she damned well knew it, too.

"There is one matter I think needs to be looked at," Bambi observed, and when he looked her way again, Julius was fairly sure he could see the glint of humour in her eyes, despite the sober expression on her face. "One that My Lady feels would be... important to settle."

Right. The 'talking to the goddess' thing again.

"Oh?" Lethiel asked, a look of polite curiosity on her face.

Lifting a hand from her knee, Bambi pointed a finger somewhere between the Julius and Lethiel and waggled it back and forth between them. "Which of you two is actually in charge of this merry little escapade?"

Lethiel answered that with a languid wave in Julius' direction, and he looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Kira follows you, not matter what I might say, and you have more experience of the trail than I do." She shrugged again. "Makes no sense for me to try."

"But you will," Bambi countered quietly. "You'll push and test and see just how far you can go before someone tries to stop you. And given your nature, and ours, they'll only succeed if you let them. Am I wrong?"

Julius watched the women in silence as Bambi simply sat and waited for a reply. For her part, Lethiel's gaze sharpened on the priestess, the lazy good humour fading from her posture even though she never shifted an inch, and just for the tiniest instant Julius could have sworn that the woman's amber eyes had taken on a distinctly reptilian cast. A long, slow breath hissed out from between her lips, then she closed her eyes and nodded.

"Not by choice. I just won't be able to not do it."

"That sounds like it could prove to be a problem," Julius observed dryly, earning himself a snort from the elf-shaped woman and a knowing smile from the human one.

"Especially given how things have apparently been between the two of you," Bambi commented, looking thoughtful. By the time she'd finished speaking, however, she'd apparently reached some conclusion that satisfied her. "A balance that must be redressed."

Both Julius and Lethiel shared a look, fully aware of what she'd been referring to but each seemingly just as puzzled as the other as to what she meant now. When the two of them turned their gazes back to the priestess, she regraded them with all the airs of someone who was being forced to deal with complete idiots. A few seconds passed, then she sighed, rolled her eyes heavenward, and rose to her feet.

"You're hopeless. Both of you. Julius, get your pants off. Lethiel, loose the robe."

This time, when the two of them looked at each other, it was with a shared question as to whether they'd actually heard the priestess right. Not that there was much room for interpretation, to be fair.

"Pants. Robe. Now."

Whoever was meant to be in charge of the group when they headed out, there was no question as to who thought she was calling the shots right now. And from the irritated glare she was aiming at the two others in the room, it was probably not going to be wise to make any sort of issue of it.

Which, though he would admit he'd had the occasional tempting thought about doing unto Lethiel what she'd done unto him, wasn't the sort of pressure that let Julius easily rise to the occasion. Though when Lethiel got to her feet as well, it got a fair bit easier - the way her robe slid down over her skin as she shrugged free of it, baring her smooth curves and tight, tantalising breasts to his eyes was a sure-fire attention grabber.

Though he couldn't help but notice the fact that she didn't let fall completely. Though she was subtle about it, there was no missing the way she was holding the silk just below her waist, gathered in front of her as if to hide what he knew full well was lurking there.

"Much better," Bambi observed, then looked pointedly at Julius.

Much as he definitely appreciated the view of Lethiel's slim - and pretty naked - body, he tended to prefer a little less of an audience to any possible attempt to do anything about it. And certainly less of a bossy one. The stirring in his pants was, he thought, a rather normal reaction to what was on display, but he shifted uncomfortably and looked at Bambi with a silent request that she maybe go away and stop acting like she expected him to perform simply because she'd said so.

From the gleam in her eyes, the message got across quite well. She just didn't seem to give a damn. Stepping around behind Lethiel, the priestess watched him over the other woman's shoulder, then slipped a hand slowly around that trim elven waist. Julius' eyes tracked the movement, and part of his mind started throwing up ideas about just what was planned for that had to do.

What none of those were involved what actually happened - and Lethiel didn't seem to expect it either, given the way she jumped with a startled little yelp as Bambi rapped her smartly on the knuckles. She also let go of the robe she was holding in front of her, not really noticing since she was busy stabbing a glare at the priestess. She started paying a lot of attention, however, when Bambi's hand wrapped around the distinctly not feminine part of her anatomy.

Which also happened to grab Julius' attention as well, and he felt his mouth go dry at the sight of that ebony shaft, the one that he'd gotten very intimate with indeed. It felt weird to be having that sort of reaction to something a whole lot more male than he had any interest in, but here, now...

In something of a daze, he sat back and watched as Bambi leaned in to whisper in Lethiel's ear, and the elf... dragon... whatever, the woman dropped the glare and replaced it with an easy smile. There'd been no hope of catching what might have been said, but any real interest in what it might have been evaporated out of his mind as Lethiel stepped closer to him and lowered herself gracefully to her knees right between his legs.

"Do you mind?" she asked him with a lazy grin, but didn't bother waiting for any sort of response before laying her hands on his thighs and running them slowly upwards.

Not that Julius was able to form any sort of objection anyway, given how much of his though processes were focused on how Lethiel's hands felt through his pants. And when they met at the front, resting lightly against the bulge laying there - one that was starting to get acutely painful given the tight confines of let between their skins.Not quite trusting his hands to do anything they were told, Julius spread his arms along the back of the couch, taking a good hold on the upholstery. Over Lethiel's head, he saw Bambi nodding approvingly - then had his attention rather forcibly dragged down toward his lap by the sensation of the laces holding the front of his pants closed being deftly undone.

"Apparently not," he managed a bit hoarsely, then cleared his throat with a cough that ended on an unmanly squeak that made him feel so much more at ease.

"So it seems," Lethiel chuckled, then let out something that sounded suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction as she finished what she was doing and a part of him she'd never laid eyes on before sprang happily into view. "Hmm... I must say this suits you much better."

The fact she was eyeing up his manhood with obvious approval made him feel... rather good, actually. It certainly made a change from having her eyes on curves Julius was seldom happy to have. "Don't need to tell me that."

Lethiel chuckled again, and Bambi joined in even as she stepped back and sat herself down onto the other couch, clearly making herself comfortable. For his part, Julius twitched slightly as Lethiel wrapped her hands around the hardness of his shaft and stroked it ever so slowly from root to tip. She settled into a soft, easy rhythm and lifted her amber eyes up to meet his.

"Good?" she asked with a faint grin.

Julius nodded, definitely enjoying the sensation of her stroking him, not to mention the view of her on her knees before him like she was. He had a sneaky feeling that she was waiting for something, though, but he glanced toward Bambi as the priestess shifted slightly. Rolling her eyes, Bambi waved a hand in Lethiel's direction, a vaguely impatient shooing motion that left Julius feeling a bit puzzled. Until the priestess let out a ever-so-soft sigh, rolled her eyes again, and stuck her tongue out at him.

Her pointed look finally got through the fuzziness Lethiel's caressing hands was wrapping his brain in, and he looked down to meet those amber eyes again.

"Yeah, it's good," he told her, then managed to stop himself from swallowing hard before getting out the next thing to come to mind. "But it'd be better if you used something other than your hand."

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

The artfully innocent look on Lethiel's face didn't fool him for a moment, not, he suspected, that it was meant to. It brought a smile to his lips, though, even as he found one of his hands moving off the back of the couch to settle on the snowy braided hair on Lethiel's head. With a gentle nudge, he pulled her head closer to him, and she took the direction beautifully.

With a groan, Julius let his head fall back as Lethiel's lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The wet warmth of her mouth felt like heaven as she took more and more of him into her mouth. By the time she'd gotten as much of him in as she could, his eyes had drifted closed as sensation tore through him - which only got more intense as she drew back, the wet sucking sound filling the air in a way that he had a feeling would have made him rock-hard even without any other help at all.

As it was, he felt a tightening in his balls that had him worried for a moment that he was going to embarrass himself. A concern that only got stronger as Lethiel carried on licking and sucking at his shaft, to the point that after a minute or two he had to tighten his fingers in her hair and steer her off of him. Lethiel was not all that eager to cooperate, it seemed, and it took enough effort to move her that he ended up all but dragging her head back by the hair.

Sitting up, he opened his mouth to apologise for it, only to pause when he saw the faintly glazed look in her eyes and the parted lips that made her look anything but unhappy with him. In fact, she looked faintly disappointed when his group loosened, and he smiled wryly to himself as he let her hand fall away from her.

"You're really wanting me to screw you?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer... and a whole lot less certain what he'd do if she decided to say 'no'. As it turned out, he didn't really need to worry about that last part, though it didn't seem that way right off.

Shuffling back from him, Lethiel turned around and crawled over to the other couch, and Julius found himself almost hypnotised by the way her tight ass swayed as she moved on hands and knees toward the empty space next to Bambi. Who was somewhat interested in the view as well, it looked like. When she got to the couch, Lethiel propped herself up on it by one elbow, her other hand snaking down between her legs as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

As he rose to his feet, Julius couldn't miss the way that coal-black hand spread itself over what hung down between her legs, pulling it tight against herself in what looked a lot like an attempt to hide the fact that she wasn't exactly as much of a woman down there as she might have looked. He might have been bothered by that under other circumstances, that reminder that the object of his attention had the same equipment as he did, but right now... he simply didn't care.

Especially when Bambi reached over to stroke a hand lightly over the skin of Lethiel's upturned butt, fingers slipping down into the crack between the bare cheeks that almost begged for him to touch as well. More than touch, if he was honest.

The room's air was cool against the saliva-smeared length of him that was jutting out from the front of his pants, and Lethiel's eyes were locked right on it as she licked her lips slowly. That was about all the invitation he needed, and he walked over to her with every intention of doing something about it. "Up," he said sharply, gesturing at the couch, and there was no denying the eagerness with which Lethiel scrambled up onto the cushion. By the time he reached her, she'd braced her arms on the couch's back, knees apart to give him plenty of access - and also leave her dick and balls hanging down.

Before he could decide what to do about that, Bambi stepped in, and he clearly heard Lethiel's soft sigh as the priestess began to slowly massage her hardness. As he came to a halt in front of that little scene, he heard a very quiet mutter from Bambi, then the woman laid a hand at the very base of Lethiel's spine. He blinked in surprise as Bambi grinned up at him, then shared a wryly amused look with Lethiel as something slick and oily began to ooze from under Bambi's fingertips and run down the crack of the dragon-lady's ass.

"Now that's handy," Lethiel purred, and Julius couldn't help but agree. With a laugh, he laid a hand on Lethiel's slim waist, the other giving himself a stroke or two as he stepped even closer and lined himself up with the tight, waiting hole being offered to him.

"Oh, yeah..." Lethiel sighed, eyes drifting closed as the blunt head of Julius' cock nudged at her asshole. Slowly, he increased the pressure until, with a groan from both of them, he slipped inside her vice-like tightness. He had to stop almost immediately, gritting his teeth at just how tight, but after a moment he had both hands on her waist, and his hips pushed forward, pressing him inch by inch deeper into her.

"Gods," he gasped once he was finally buried to the hilt.

"You like?" Lethiel asked with a grin, and the sensation as she pushed her butt back toward him, pressing them both as close together as possible, had him almost wincing with the sheer pleasure of it.

"Anyone interested in refreshments?"

The disembodied voice of the house startled all of them, and the look on Lethiel's face was about as unamused as it was ever going to get as she tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.

"House?" she said with remarkable calm.

"Yes?"

"Fuck off!"

The only reason that didn't come from all three of them in chorus was that Bambi used a different first word, but the sentiment was clear enough. There was an almost affronted silence in the air for a moment, then Julius stopped caring. He took advantage of the way Lethiel's head was tilted back, grabbing a handful of her braided hair as the other tightened on her waist. He drew himself out of her almost all the way, then savoured the strangled gasp that tore out of her throat as he drove in again.

"Shit," she hissed, knuckles paling as her hands clamped down on the couch's back. "Do that again."

Julius' response to that demand was to pull out almost all the way again.. Then do nothing at all.

"Do it, you bastard!"

Sharing a smile with Bambi, he carried on doing precisely none of what Lethiel was trying to order him to do. When the elven-looking woman tried to turn to glare at him, he tightened his grip in her hair, holding it firmly in place.

"Please..."

A definite note of pleading had entered her voice, and he let her ask again, her tone shifting closer to desperation every time she asked. Finally, he relented, and Lethiel's cry echoed around the room as Julius' cock pounded into her hard and fast. He didn't stop after that thrust, doing it again and again, fucking her ass with enough vigour that her whole body rocked each time he drove into her.

The tight grip on his dick was dragging him closer to the edge every time he moved, and Lethiel's breath was starting to come in gasps, her body tensing up until the friction finally proved too much for Julius to resist. With a sharp grunt of pleasure, he buried himself as far as he'd go, his hold on Lethiel's hair - and waist - clamping even tighter as his balls clenched and cum jetted out of his cock deep into Lethiel's butt. By the third pulsing spurt, Lethiel's breath hitched in a choked gasp of her own, she trembled as s shiver ran through her.

When he'd finally finished cumming, and barely able to keep his legs steady enough to hold him up, Julius pulled himself out and stepped backwards, only to blink at the sight of semen spattered all over the upholstery of the couch under where Lethiel was slumping down against it. It was pretty clear where it had come from, since it was still oozing from the end of her cock, and the sight of it, plus the creamy whiteness of his own climax seeping from her asshole, made Julius' head spin. So much so that he found himself having to sit down on the edge of the low table to avoid falling over completely.

"Mmmm..." Lethiel murmured, a lazy grin spreading over her lips as she rolled over to plant her butt on the couch - smearing her cum over her skin in the process and not seeming to care at all. Her eyes went wide with a soft gasp as Bambi reached between her legs, the priestess' fingers scooping up a decent glob of what Julius had left behind, lifting it to her own lips with an easy smile.

"There," Bambi said brightly. "That wasn't such a chore, now was it?"

To Be Continued?

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