A Night with the Dancer (2)
Rian found it endlessly strange — and endlessly fascinating — to have a woman's breasts in his hands, free to touch as he pleased. His curious fingers drew a rising heat from her, and her nipples grew steadily harder beneath his touch.
"Does this feel good?"
"Nnh… Rian…! Asking something like that is rather rude. Ah—!"
"I've never actually done this before."
"Done what?"
"I'm a virgin."
"A virgin?"
"I learned about sex from porn."
"Porn? What does that mean?"
"Ah, sorry. What I mean is, I've never slept with a woman. Not even once."
Middlelen smiled at him, warm and affectionate.
"Then I'll just have to teach you."
Something about the way she said it sounded so kind. Rian felt a sudden urge to lean into her.
"Ah! I'm a perfectly wholesome man, but this aphrodisiac leaves me no choice! I have no choice but to submit to whatever you lead me into!"
He delivered the line like a stage actor, then nuzzled his cheek against her overflowing, springy breasts. A blissful smile spread across his face all on its own.
"So soft."
"Have you never even seen a woman's chest before?"
"Never. So let me touch them as much as I want."
Rian kneaded both breasts with his hands, savoring the generous flesh that spilled between his fingers. Middlelen straightened her back to give him better access, then reached down, wrapped her hand around his fully erect cock, and began to stroke him.
"You do know how to masturbate, I assume?"
"What do you take me for? I'm not that hopeless."
"No, no. You'd be surprised how many men past thirty have no idea. I thought I'd better ask, just in case."
"Guess they never got sex ed."
Rian's mouth closed over her nipple and the full-moon round of her areola all at once. Pleasure bloomed from her chest and rolled through her whole body; Middlelen bit her lower lip and let out a moan.
"Hnnnh…!"
He gripped a breast in each hand and sucked them in turn. Every time his tongue toyed with a nipple, her body shuddered. The hand working his cock moved faster.
Pleasure had taken hold of him, but he was still studying her like a researcher, earnestly absorbed in the exploration of a woman's chest — until he noticed a peculiar phenomenon. A great many of the straw stalks spread across the floor had gone dark and wet. He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked between her legs.
The river soaking the floor without the slightest consideration was flowing from there.
"Lie down and spread your legs."
Middlelen nodded and did as she was told. She lay back, lifted her hips, and opened her thighs, and the hidden flesh that had been tucked away was laid bare.
"Like this?"
Instead of answering, Rian hooked his arms around her waist and pulled her sharply toward him. With her hips tilted toward the ceiling, her most private place sat right beneath his chin.
The thick, dark folds glistened, over-slick with a clear wetness. Rian stared at them for a long moment.
"So this is a woman's… the thing I've only ever seen in pictures."
"That's embarrassing."
Middlelen flushed and pressed both hands to her cheeks. As if to betray the composure she was trying to keep, a trickle of wetness slipped from the split between those folds. She hurried to explain, as though the sight itself needed an excuse.
"It's the aphrodisiac. There's more than usual."
"You're not seeing hallucinations?"
"I think I've built up a tolerance. Aside from my body heating up, I'm perfectly fine."
"You've been with a lot of men, then."
"Are you jealous?"
She laughed. Rian shook his head. His gaze had already drifted back to that cleft — a mysterious, luscious cave. He could even see the small bud standing proud above it.
Those AV actresses on YouTube always said women love it when you lick them there.
He wanted, for a moment, to put out his tongue and greedily taste her. Then the impulse vanished as quickly as it had come.
That's something you save for a girlfriend.
Rian let her go, sat down with his legs spread, and presented himself with a pointed lack of shame.
"Suck it. I want to know what it feels like."
"I already did that earlier. Don't you remember?"
"I wasn't in my right mind. I couldn't feel it properly."
"When I use my mouth, men tend to lose their minds."
"Then make me lose mine."
Middlelen smiled, came forward, took him in her hand, and lowered herself between his thighs. She licked along the shaft as though sampling it with the tip of her tongue, then took the head into her mouth.
Rian's head snapped back. His eyes fell shut and a groan spilled out of him.
"Aah…! So this is what those porn stars were feeling!"
Middlelen's head began to move faster, and before long she was bobbing with a mindless, hungry rhythm. The softness of her mouth, the warmth, the fierce suction — Rian thought he might actually go mad with how good it was. It was so fantastically, impossibly good that holding back was no longer an option.
"First, uh—one shot right here—!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before he came, a sudden storm with no warning at all.
It burst out of him. Middlelen, forced to swallow, grimaced and started coughing.
"Hhk—! Cough! You have to give a signal!"
"Sorry. Anyway, there's something I want to try. Will you do it?"
"What is it?"
"In the videos, after the guy finishes, the woman carefully licks his shriveled cock. Can you do that?"
"Is that what you were envious of?"
"I just wanted to know what it felt like."
She buried her face between his legs again, took his softened cock in her hand, and began to lick it clean. Whether her tongue felt too good or his body simply hadn't had enough, it hardened again as if by magic. Middlelen's eyes went round.
"How long has it even been since you came? It hasn't even been a minute!"
"Must be because it's my first time. The stimulation's intense. It just stands right back up."
He said it sheepishly, and she burst out laughing.
"They always say late bloomers are the scariest."
Next came the real thing. This — this was the main event he had been waiting for.
"Is it here…?"
Rian fumbled for a moment, hunting for the right place. He held himself and prodded around, and Middlelen — already restless with the prospect of joining with a young man built of such fine muscle — asked him impatiently.
"You don't know where it is?"
"I think it's here, but it's not going in."
"Excuse me. That's my anus."
"Ah. Sorry."
"Go a little lower."
"Lower? Here?"
"From there, just a bit to the left."
"Ah. Got it."
He lined himself up with the center of that wellspring and pushed in, slow and deep.
"Ha-aah—!"
Middlelen's breath went ragged. Rian's heart hammered against his ribs. When he sank in to the root, the two of them became one, and a groan broke from both of them at once.
"The inside of a woman's body is so soft. And warm…"
Rian started moving his hips the way he had seen in those videos. At first he went slowly, getting a feel for it; once the motion settled into him, his body took over and his hips moved on instinct. He drove into her without mercy, like a killer who had come to hunt her down.
"Hah— hah— How am I? Pretty good, right?"
"I-it's incredible! You're really something— nnh, hnnnaah—!"
Every time he thrust, fast and deep, Middlelen cried out and clenched fistfuls of straw in both hands.
"It feels like some huge beast is ravaging me! Hhk— hah— hnnnh…!"
"Thanks."
Rian smiled, thoroughly pleased with himself, and took one of the breasts swaying in front of him into his mouth.
That night, the two of them came together no fewer than six times.
Noon the next day. Middlelen left the village with the rest of her troupe. Just before she went, she gave Rian a searing kiss as a parting gift. Completely smitten with the prodigious stamina that a life of farm work had built into him, she looked back again and again as she walked away, waving.
"Take care, Rian!"
And that was how a single night with a stranger came to an end.
That afternoon he ran into Din, and the boy's whole manner was different from usual — as if he were trying, rather unsuccessfully, to carry himself with some new gravity.
"Brother, as of today, I am a man."
"What's that supposed to mean? Every guy's a man."
"No, no. That's not what I mean."
Din cleared his throat and squared his shoulders.
"As of today, I have taken responsibility for a woman. It means I have left behind the foolish boy I was and been reborn as a true man."
Rian snorted.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. Ahem!"
"So you don't need the freckle cream anymore, right?"
Din startled.
"No! I still need that!"
"You've got a girl who only has eyes for you. What do you need it for? Throw it all out."
"Absolutely not!"
"Which do you like more — your girlfriend, or the freckle cream?"
"What?"
"Pick one. Which of the two matters more to you?"
Rian added it with a mischievous grin.
"The gods in heaven are watching, so you'd better be honest."
"Hup—!"
Din was still a pure country boy who believed that if you were asked a question, you had to answer it. He squeezed his eyes shut and blurted it out.
"T-the freckle cream!"
Insects sang in the dew-soaked grass beside the fields. Rian had been building ridges since first light. Lagreanir, transformed into a hoe, was so light he could barely feel its weight in his hands. Light hands meant a light body, and a light body meant the work went faster.
He finished cutting the furrows in no time, then poured base fertilizer onto the ridges he had piled about twenty centimeters high and turned the soil. The remains of the Moomoocar were rich with nutrients the land could use, so he had ground them fine and divided the lot among the villagers. Rian had made his share into base fertilizer and spread it over the earth. In a week or two it would work its way evenly through the soil, and the ground would turn rich and fertile. It was rare stuff, fertilizer made from a Moomoocar's corpse — he couldn't help looking forward to how healthy this land was going to become.
He spent the entire morning laying the foundation of the field. Around lunchtime, Din showed up.
"Brother! Take a break!"
"You finished your own field already?"
"No. I was in the middle of it and just ran away."
"Why?"
"Father only nags me. Do it properly, do it right, that's wrong, do that better, this is how you do it — on and on! I got sick of listening and just left."
"He's trying to teach you thoroughly. Learn it well now and you'll have an easier time later."
"You sound like an old man sometimes, you know that? It's like listening to the village elders."
"Even so, when you look back on what the old folks said, it all turns out to be right."
"I'm still young. I'll live however I want."
"Suit yourself. My own road's a mess — who am I to lecture anyone."
Rian stepped out of the field and stood beside Din. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel and looked over the neatly packed earth with real satisfaction.
"Pretty, isn't it? What do you think?"
"It's clean. Looks great. But my father doesn't make ridges like this. First time I've seen it."
"Well, farming methods differ from region to region."
"What are you going to plant?"
"Carrots."
"Carrots? Will that merchant even buy carrots? We've never sold them in this village."
"If she doesn't want to, I'll make her want to."
The merchant woman would appear in three months. Rian did not have time. Most vegetables were at the mercy of the seasons, and their growing period ran four to six months. Carrots, though, were less bound to the season, and they were ready in only three months. They grew well, they grew fast, and the seed was easy to come by. In his present situation, what vegetable could possibly be better? For a man whose time was money, they were the most perfectly suited crop he could choose.
"A month after sowing, you can pull the baby carrots and make a salad. You can eat the young leaves, too."
"So even if the merchant shows up early, you won't have to worry about having nothing to sell."
"That's why I picked carrots."