Page 19 of A Tale of Mirth & Magic

Elikki groaned again, flopping back on the bed as I found a particularly tender spot.

Working it away, I then moved slowly down her legs, massaging as I went.

I kissed every thigh dimple I found. Her calf muscles were sculpted and firm from walking.

My thumbs rubbed away knots and loosened the tight muscles.

When I got to her feet, Elikki’s blissed-out groans and mumbles reached a new level.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkk. Barra, yes, yes, that spot.”

After who knows how long, she quieted. I continued massaging, more gently now. It made me so happy to see her like this, cared for and calm. I would do this for hours, every day, if that’s what she wanted.

Propping herself up again, she grinned lazily at me. “That. Was. Incredible. I can’t remember the last time someone did that for me.”

She paused, thinking. “Well, a couple months ago. At a winter festival up north for the moon goddess. But that guy just did the feet. Think he had a bit of a fetish.”

“I can’t blame him,” I said, kissing the arch of her left foot. She shivered, smiling.

Elikki sat up and reached for me. I let her pull me in, and she hooked her legs around the backs of my thighs.

Skating her palms lightly over my bare chest, my shoulders, my arms, she explored me in a way I hadn’t let her before.

She brushed her lips across the ridges of my muscles.

I felt her tits press against me, and I filled my hands with their weight.

One of her small hands found my cock and began to caress me through my pants. I was already hard, and her touch made me rigid.

“Is this okay?” she whispered. Our heads were bowed together. I rested my forehead against hers.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I said. “But…”

Her hand stilled. “But what? You can tell me.”

I didn’t know how to explain. How do you say don’t hurt me ? Don’t disappear ? Don’t make me love you ? Everything sounded so melodramatic in my head.

“El, what do you want from me?” I just said.

She pulled back a little, her eyes searching mine. Moving her hands away, she said, “I don’t want anything from you. I just want to give you pleasure. Like you’ve done for me, a few times now. You deserve to feel that too. You—you know that, right?”

Did I? In most—maybe all—my relationships, my pleasure had come second.

Was that because of me, wanting to make my partners happy? Or was it really them, and their selfishness? I didn’t know anymore.

And here was Elikki, such a force of nature in all things, trying gently to give me something. To return care with care.

I wanted the press of her hand against me. I wanted her full laugh and her flippant smile. I wanted the pleasure that her eyes promised when she looked at me, full of excitement and affection.

Letting out a shaky breath, I cupped the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her again, long and slow.

She followed my lead, meeting my lips eagerly but letting me set the pace.

With my other hand, I pulled loose the drawstring tie of my pants.

Pulling back from Elikki’s mouth, dizzy with lust, I let my pants fall and gripped the hard length of my cock. Her eyes widened.

I took one of her hands in mine and guided it to my shaft. She wrapped around me with a firm hold at the base and slowly moved up and down. I found myself relaxing bit by bit.

“Okay?” she asked in a low voice. Her other hand stroked my cheek, my neck. I leaned into her again, focusing on her herbal-sweet scent and the feel of her.

“Yes. Very okay. Better than okay,” I said.

“Just tell me if you need a breather. Barra?” she prompted when I didn’t answer.

“I will. I will,” I assured her.

Elikki scooted back a bit on the bed and bent at the waist, bringing her mouth close to my cock. She licked up one side of my shaft, then swiped around the ridge of my tip. She did it again and again, circling around, before covering my whole tip with her hot, wet mouth.

I was lost to the sensation, completely at her mercy. But I knew she’d stop if I asked.

I didn’t want her to stop.

Weaving my fingers through her tangled hair, I gripped it loosely and held on. Elikki was sucking and still stroking most of my length with her small, strong hands. It felt too wonderful. My blood sang, and I squeezed my fingers and toes tight. I was going to—

I was going to—

I jerked away from Elikki suddenly, my cock popping out of her mouth. She sat up, surprised, and I came, hard and fast. I saw stars for a second, my orgasm exploding against my will.

When my vision refocused, I went stock-still.

My cum was splattered across Elikki’s chest and collarbone. It dripped down the slope of one breast, a drop wavering dangerously on her nipple.

We were both frozen, watching each other and the mess on her naked body. I was mortified. In one part of my brain, this was incredibly hot. In the other, bigger part, I couldn’t believe I’d let that happen.

This was bad. So, so bad. She was going to hate me. I was disgusting. How could I let this hap—

Elikki burst out laughing.

I stared at her as she crowed, body jiggling with the force of her laughter. She pressed one hand on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Finding the cum there, she looked at her hand and started laughing again.

“Elikki—I am so sorry. So so sorry,” I said, still frozen in front of her.

“Ohhh goddesses!” she said. She wiped tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes with her non-cummy hand. “Well. I count that as a success.”

I yanked up my pants and raced around the room looking for my damp bath towel. I found it, then rushed back to her and began to clean off her chest. I dabbed gently, on my knees in front of her, wiping up every drop. It was shockingly erotic, even though I still felt horrible.

One of her hands came over mine. She stopped my cleaning.

“It’s okay, Barra. I’m fine,” she said. “It was an accident.”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Really. I understand,” she said, massaging my neck. “If it was anyone else, I’d be pissed. But I could tell you didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t,” I said.

“It was even weirdly… adorable? And your face—hilarious.” She chuckled again. “So shocked!”

“I’m really sorry,” I repeated. I could feel that my face was flushed.

“And I say that it’s really okay.” She gathered me close and hugged, wrapping her arms around me. “Let’s just make a better plan for next time,” she said, a smile in her voice.

Next time.

She wasn’t mad at me. I hadn’t screwed everything up.

I sank into her warmth, running my palms up and down her back. Ducking into the nape of her neck, I kissed her there. I found her ear, tracing the pointy elven tip with my tongue. She shifted against me, and the heat between us charged again.

Moving my lips down, I kissed across her chest. I tasted the faint hint of cum. Her breathing quickened. I looked deep into her stone-gray eyes and then ran my tongue from between her breasts all the way up to her throat.

“Fuck, Barra,” she breathed.

Finding my way to her nipple—the one that had been dripping with my cum a minute ago—I circled it with my tongue and then sucked.

When it was a hard bud, I ran my teeth against it as I palmed her other breast. Looking up into her eyes again, I bit lightly.

Elikki’s gaze was dark, her laughter gone as suddenly as it had come.

I bit down harder. Her eyes flashed, desire burning through her.

I moved my attentions to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Dipping my fingers down to her pussy, I murmured, “You’re so wet for me.”

“I have been since I was in my bath,” she said. “Thinking of you. And touching myself.”

I started growing hard again at the image. “You were thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“I thought about you too,” I said, nipping gently at the sides of her breasts, her belly.

She lifted her pussy up to me, a pleading look on her face.

I held her down with one arm. Moving ever so slowly down her body, I took my time as she squirmed.

“I thought about the way you screamed my name last time. How much I wanted to hear that again. And what else I wanted to do to you.”

I spread Elikki’s thighs apart, burying my face in the sweaty musk of her bush. Licking her the way she seemed to like, I focused on the small twitches and movements she made. Exploring, I adjusted my tempo and pressure to meet her need.

When she finally came on my mouth, I felt the same deep sense of satisfaction that I’d experienced last time. She ran her fingers through my hair, mindlessly swearing as the orgasm rolled through her. I drew it out with light, sensitive licks until she settled, sighing into the mattress.

Then I picked her up, repositioning her correctly on the bed so that her head could rest against the pillows. I grabbed a throw blanket and covered her up.

When I hesitated over her, unsure if I should lay down, she grabbed my arm and tugged.

I let myself slide down into the bed beside her.

She threw the blanket over me too and snuggled into my chest. Suddenly exhausted, as if my mind had finally caught up and remembered how tired I was, I found myself sinking into the mattress.

Elikki smelled so delicious. I felt boneless and happy, and she looked much the same.

“Mmmm,” she said, sleepily. “Good night.”

Was she sleeping here?

I guess she was. Her breathing slowed. Eyelids closed. A peaceful little smile touched the corner of her mouth. Tentatively, I wrapped one arm around her and lightly stroked her back. She made a contented sound and shifted closer to me.

The candles burned down and went out. The fire crackled to embers. I lay there, holding her and soaking up this moment, until sleep overtook me too.