Pillow Talk

I've noticed that the afterglow of sex seems to grow longer and more exquisite each time we couple. I shift in her arms, nuzzling against her soft breasts absently, and give her a squeeze with my arms. I can sense her smile as she looks down at me, gently tickling up my back with her slender fingers. I don't even try to suppress the pleasurable shudder than runs along my spine. We aren't done yet, it seems.

She tips my head up, and I have a moment to look into her crimson eyes before she kisses me. My lips part, her tongue enters and savages mine. One fine-boned hand drifts up to grasp my hair tightly, the other moving down to my backside, stroking and squeezing one cheek before coming around to play with my womanhood.

A gasp escapes me, and I break the kiss. "And I was just getting into it. Naughty girl," she purrs at me, in that tone that makes me so wet just hearing it. She extends her tongue and licks the scar that splits my right eyebrow and travels to just below my right eye, causing a twinge-luck, I think, is the only reason my eye was unscathed by what caused that mark.

She lies back, pressing me to her chest with the hand that holds my hair. I turn my head as she pulls me close, so I won't suffocate, though I know she wouldn't allow that-I just like to pretend I have at least a semblance of a say in what happens. She would have had me bury my face in the valley between her tits, lick the tender skin there a few times, then would twist and leave me gasping for breath. I decided to take back whatever cant control I can-not because I don't like her dominance (in truth, I love her for it), but because it's fun to test how much she'll give me, and how much she'll exert.

The hand down at my groin has shifted back behind me, but still focuses on my quim. I have no idea how her fingers became so talented-the gods know I'm not nearly so good at pleasing her when I try it myself. Sometimes I wonder if she venerates not Shar, but Sune... But now, the fingers dip into me, filling my virgin sex, first one, then two, then three. She's never put more than three in me; I don't think I could stretch enough to accommodate them, and if I did, I'd cum so quickly it would take all the fun out of it. I moan, idly flicking out my tongue to lap at one of her purplish nipples, determined to give her at least some pleasure before she makes she scream her name yet again.

With my ear pressed to her chest, I notice her heart rate pick up. Then that thought is gone, too, as she plunges her three fingers deep into me, her thumb stroking my crotch and her pinky somehow stretching around to play with my clit. I can't help but cry out as she begins to fuck me, harder and faster with each push, and I meet her rhythm, pushing my narrow hips back when she moves forward, and jerking forward when she pulls out.

It isn't long before she lets my hair go, allowing me to somewhat sit up while I buck like a crazed horse on her fingers. She twists her wrist, and my back arches as particularly strong wave of pleasure ripples through me from my cunt, but I jerk so suddenly I have to catch myself, my hands struggling for purchase on my lover's ebony skin. I manage to keep erect without scratching her skin, but I'm sure I'll have made a bruise or two-for having so much stamina, she certainly is delicate...

"If you bruise me every time I tease your back entrance," she purrs, quirking a white eyebrow, "I'll never gain the courage to actually penetrate you there."

Her thumb tickles across my anus again, but I refrain from squirming so violently this time. She smiles at me, and I know she's trying to encourage me to ask for it. She never does anything-the first time, at least-until I ask her to. But I'm still wondering if four fingers in my vagina would be easier than one in my ass.

To buy time, I busy myself riding her fingers. It feels good, but not so good as it did a moment before. The promise of something new and exciting dulls the tried and tested, but I worry. She's told me tales of her own first anal experiences-and how much it hurt at first. This, from the woman who endured more pain than I ever did ten years earlier in her life than I did in mine, the woman who has endured similar pain over many decades up to now.

I bite my lip as her fingertips jam against my hymen. She's always hinted that she could take my maidenhood if she wanted, woman or not. I've heard about how that's possible, but I've never seen those sorts of toys in her possessions...

Finally, it seems she tires of waiting, and she pulls her fingers out, manhandling (or womanhandling) me onto my stomach. I struggle, but I don't really want to stop her. She's about as strong as me, but she's got that damnable height advantage, and now she has leverage too. Leverage sucks.

As I squirm, and as she holds my hands behind my back and pushes me down to the bed, I realize that these are the moments I love the most. I have a fair idea of what she'll do, but she's so unpredictable. And she's got a dark side-a very dark side, truth be told-and this might just be the night she lets it take over. I feel a rush of excitement, tinged with a very real fear, and it's this sensation I'm addicted to, even more than the pleasure she so adeptly gives me.

Even as I "struggle", she calms me, stroking my hair and whispering reassurances in my ear. I pout, but stop moving, and she releases my arms, allowing me to cross them to form a pillow under my cheek. "Close your eyes," she purrs.

A moment's hesitation, and I do it. I hear her leave the bed, and disappointment threatens to swallow my lust for an instant, but she does not go far, I can tell. It sounds as though she is searching through her belongings for something. I strain my ears, but all I can tell is that it sounds like she's putting something on.

Something presses against the lips of my cunt then, something smooth and cool and hard. "That's cold," I moan.

"It will get warmer soon," she promises, and then it enters me. Not too much, but it's completely different from anything she's done to me before. It aches a little, but it's not going too deep, so I can handle it.

"Can I open my eyes?" I ask, dying to know what she's doing as she places her hands on my waist.

"If you wish," she says. I look back to see her positioned like she's mounting me-which makes sense, but I have no idea how she's doing it. Whatever's in me goes a little deeper, drawing a gasp out of me. I already feel like I'm being stretched beyond belief, so I look down, between by legs, to check if I can see how much is left.

Gods. "That'll never fit!" I squeak, my voice cracking with fear.

"It will," she coos in return, rubbing my back reassuringly. "Just try not to tense up, and tell me if it hurts."

I wait a moment before I realize she wants me to ask for it. "O-okay."

When she pushes gently forward, I bite hard on the pillow, squeezing it in as much of a bear hug as my slender arms can manage. I want to scream at her to stop, that it hurts, that I can't take it, but I just bite down harder. Tears trickle out from between my squeezed eyelids, and I mentally curse them, determined to be as resilient as she is...

After a moment, I'm capable of thinking more than ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts, and I remember that she told me to relax. I can't-at least not if I want to keep my teeth clenched on the pillow so I don't scream, so she doesn't see how weak I am-above my waist, anyway, but I manage to let everything from my hips on down loosen up. I feel her stroking my hair, asking me if I'm all right, but she hasn't stopped pushing in yet. Any moment now she's going to break my hymen, and that'll hurt worse, I've heard tell.

"I'm hurting you." She stops so suddenly it's hard to realize she's talking to me.

I let go of the pillow, sobbing like a child and whimpering, "Yes," even though I know it's not a question.

She rubs my back reassuringly. "I'm sorry, little one. You're so small, and it's so big-"

"No!" I insist, looking up at her with a petulant expression on my face. "I should be able to take it. I've handled worse."

"You were angry or scared or clearheaded then. Now you are lusty, and unless you're used to it, little dampens one's lust better than pain." She smiles sadly at me. "Trust me, pet, I know from experience."

"I want to make you happy," I say. I know I'm whining, but I can't help it.

She frowns. "It doesn't make me happy to hurt you," she insists, and I'm unable to answer that. Abruptly, she pulls out. I yelp, but she pays me no heed, flipping me onto my back.

I'm shocked to see what she looks like with that thing attached to her-a black harness, with a large penis made of some black rubbery material jutting out from her abdomen and curving gently upward, the color blending almost perfectly so it looks like it's a part of her. And it's bigger than I thought it was. The head and about an inch of the shaft glistens with my juices.

She's frowning down at me, and I swallow reflexively. When she frowns, it's not a good thing...I remember what she did to that Lolthite and the yochlol that came after her when we got out of Spellhold, and she was frowning then.

Leaning over me, the bulbous head of her toy pressing against my cunt as she does so, she whispers, "I cannot do it without hurting you at least slightly, but I will get this entire dildo into you tonight, and I will fuck you until you scream."

"That last part won't be hard," I whisper.

"Now, now," she teases, allowing a tiny smile to form, "You're not going to scream until you cum, are you?"

"But what if I can't help-" I begin to protest

"Are you?"

"But-"

"Are you?" she interrupts pointedly, one perfect white eyebrow arched.

I let out this pathetic little whine in the back of my throat. "Please don't hurt me."

The little smirk spreads to a full-fledged smile. Her teeth are very white against her skin. "If I do, I'm sorry in advance."

I guess that's the best I'm going to get from her, so a little reluctantly, I relax, lie back, and spread my legs. She takes the shaft in one hand and guides it into me, drawing a moan out of me. I bite my lip, refusing to scream. I won't scream...I won't...

She releases the fake cock now that it's nice and stable inside me, and continues to push, holding me down by clasping her hands with mine. She swivels her hips forward, pushing it into me faster than before. I struggle uselessly, pleading with her, "Not so fast, please, not so fast..."

She chuckles, whispering, "It's like getting into cold water; it's best to do just jump right in." With that, she thrusts forward, and there's a tearing sensation inside me, momentary agony. I know that I'm hers now. No one else can do to me what she has. And with that thought, the pain seems to fade.

She smiles, and wipes away a tear I didn't even know I'd shed. "Did I-"

"Uh-huh," I say quickly. She usually doesn't like it when I interrupt her, but her smile doesn't fade. Thinking quickly, I add, "And I'm glad it was you who did it." Her features soften, and she seems touched.

I look between my legs and I'm surprised to see I've taken over a third of it in already. "Is that all?" I tease. "C'mon, I can take more."

"Don't be so certain," she replies, but she's still smiling as she says it. She releases my hands and I grasp the headboard, bracing myself as she withdraws slightly.

When she plunges in, it's like nothing I've ever known. My legs spasm, my back arches, and to keep from screaming I bite my lip so hard I think it starts to bleed. She's thrusting, in and out, gods, in and out, and I suddenly think that whatever I did to deserve this much pleasure it must have happened in an earlier life.

My arms and legs wrap around her, pulling her down to me as she pumps away. She looks surprised as I kiss her, but that doesn't stop her from responding. "Insolent whelp," she pants teasingly when she pulls away, picking up the pace.

After that, I'm barely able to form a coherent thought. I'm dimly aware, by her groans and sighs, that she seems to be getting nearly as much out of it as I am, even though that shouldn't be possible. Maybe she just has a fetish, and it's something in her head, not something she's feeling...?

She continues to ride me, heedless of my first, quiet climax, with me latching onto one soft, round breast and sucking like an infant to keep from squealing like one. To my shock, it feels like the rubber shaft in me is warmer than I am...and it's throbbing!

"What the..."

She gives a throaty laugh. "You didn't think I would have a normal toy, did you?"

"Wow," I whisper. "Can you feel-"

"Yes."

My eyes light up. "Can I try it on?" I asked breathlessly.

"Perhaps later, sweetling," she says decisively, and thrusts deep into my cunt, cutting off my protest.

"Uhh!...gods...oh gods..." I'm staring at a point on the ceiling, a dazed smile on my face as she pumps in and out of me.

"You like that?"

"Oh! Oh, yes," I moan. "Please, fuck meeee!" A sharp snap of her hips turns the last word into a shriek that I know our companions in the rooms nearby heard. There are no more words from then on, just animal grunts and groans, more human sighs and gasps, and sounds I know I've never heard before.

When I finally cum, I bite hard on her shoulder, trying not to scream, clenching so hard with my teeth I draw blood. Apparently, that only makes her own orgasm more satisfying.

I moan, flopping boneless onto my back, as she takes off that wondrous little toy and drops it to the floor. She lies down beside me, and I manage to summon enough strength to throw a leg over her waist. She strokes my thigh, embracing me. She once told me that she always liked my legs.

I shift in her arms, tucking my head under her chin. "I love you, Viconia."

I can sense her smile as she replies, "I love you, Imoen."

The End

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