4. The Maid
Elly, ablaze with longing, pressed her back against Olens' hot, rigid torso, rubbing her breasts flush against him in a tight embrace. The soft, yielding swell of her bosom registered beneath him, and Olens roughly seized her slender waist, pulling her close. His hardened shaft brushed the inner crease of her thighs, radiating heat.
Elly lapped at Olens' shoulder with a long, hot tongue laced with ragged breaths, then sucked at it with her lips. Slowly, she trailed her tongue inward toward the firm plane of his chest. Her slick, supple tongue circled the narrow areola beside the central brown nub in lazy rounds. Gradually spiraling inward, it narrowed toward the peak. At last, her red lips parted with a puff of warm breath, and her flickering tongue darted out to prod the protruding brown tip sharply before drawing it in with fervent suction.
Soon, her soft yet firm tongue pressed down on the nub, rubbing it up and down. Schlurp, slurp, smack, smack... Elly's red tongue traced the nub's rigid outline, the wet mucosa inside her lips slurping obscenely around it as she suckled. She drew Olens' small nipple into the plush cavern of her mouth, released it, pursed her lips to tease it, then ground the tip of her tongue against it in slow circles.
"Nngh..." Olens groaned low, overwhelmed by the relentless electric tingles radiating from the assaulted nub on his chest. Unable to hold back, his hands gripping her waist slid roughly downward to her round buttocks. He clutched the plump cheeks hard, feeling their tender resilience yield under his palms. As he kneaded relentlessly, faint tremors rippled through the inner muscles, tingling up his fingertips.
Releasing the lusciously swollen flesh, his hands delved into the creamy inner thighs. His fingers sought the slick, steaming heat already glistening there. "Haa..." Sticky breaths escaped Elly's parted lips, scattering across his chest. When his long middle finger reached the entrance of her sopping well, brimming with hot nectar, Elly stifled a moan by sucking his nipple deeper into her mouth.
"Hngk... hnnph..." As his fingertip plunged into the swollen, feverish folds, thick, slippery fluids coated his hand, dripping down his palm and knuckles. Olens thrust his middle finger deep into the secret cavern. Twisting and churning inside produced lewd squelch-squelch sounds as hot juices gushed forth.
He felt a rounded ridge bulging from the warm walls clenching around his digit. Pressing firmly against the slick mound, he rubbed it, and Elly—pinned beneath him, tongue still laving his nipple—arched her back with a sharp cry. "Hngk, haa... nngh!"
Olens probed the firm, heated bulge within her vise-like grip. It felt hard yet supple, irregular with tiny protrusions. He worked his finger in and out repeatedly, stimulating the ridge softly. Torrents of hot, viscous nectar welled up, soaking his knuckles, wrist, and dripping lower.
"Ahk, ngh, h-heuk..." Each motion inside made Elly writhe, twisting her hips desperately. Olens gazed at her flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes beneath him. Deep, dark lust poured from her half-lidded brown gaze.
"Does it feel good? When I touch this hot, swollen spot...?" Olens flicked his buried finger against the clenched wall, and Elly bucked with a moan. "Ahk... aa... ak, heuk, hngk, ahnng."
Her inflamed inner flesh slurped noisily around his middle finger, drawing it deeper. Olens stilled, savoring the sensations—the coiling squeeze, the slippery glide, the sudden bites—as her tunnel pulsed with ecstasy.
"Nngh, ah... ah..." Elly began writhing her hips frantically, moaning deliriously. Circling her waist ground her walls around his finger's base in slick clutches. Thrusting back and forth, her depths swallowed his digit greedily.
"Ahng... my lord." Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rocked. Olens looked down at her parted red lips and gasping face. Their hazy, lust-glazed eyes met—hers dreamy, his burning black.
"Shall I move? Hmm?"
"Heuk... hngk, hngk." Elly twisted away then slammed forward, more thick nectar flooding his hand. Her clenching flesh tightened around his fingertips.
"P-please... my lord." She begged desperately, her inner walls spasming around him. A slight twitch of his finger made her quake, mouth agape as she gulped air. "Hngk, ah... haa, nngh..."
Olens smirked, then schlup—withdrew his deeply embedded finger. The sudden void unleashed a rush of warm fluids onto the sheets below. Elly slowed her hips, gazing up at him with raw hunger.
"You can't come first from just a finger." Olens held his glistening, milk-white coated digit to her parted lips. Pressing into the plush red interior, her tongue emerged to lap it. Coated in her own heat, it was eagerly engulfed, sucked deep.
Watching her savor it, Olens licked his lips. He withdrew from the hot, wrapping wetness, trailing it to her chin. Aligning his tongue with hers—poised sharp above her full lower lip—their slick tips met. Hers coiled around his like a thirst-maddened child at a stream, soft and desperate.
Elly traced down his tongue with her lips, suckling the saliva dripping from it. The sweet, enveloping warmth was intoxicating. "Haat..." As he pulled away, she pursed her lips in longing.
Olens dragged his fingers from her chin, over her lips, down her body—across her pale neck, collarbone, teasing the red nipple on her round white breast, flat belly, to the dark forest at her core. Elly shivered faintly. "Hnn..."
He parted the drenched thicket, fingers sliding through the humid slickness. She clamped her thighs, gripping his shoulders hard. "Ahk."
Olens spread the brown thatch wide, revealing crimson flesh convulsing beneath a milky glaze. Swollen labia flared like petals beside the pulsing entrance, brimming with nectar. He gathered his fingers at the well's mouth; it quivered welcomingly, dilating as if in memory.
Olens dipped a fingertip into the pooled heat, then withdrew. "Ah..." Her thighs clenched in protest, but he moved upward to knead her round white breasts. Slick with hot fluid, he pinched and twisted the scarlet nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Ack, ahk... please..." Elly gasped hot breaths from her red lips.
"Please?" Olens teased. In response, she reached down, grasping his thick shaft, spreading her legs to hook his thigh.
As he pulled his hips back, he whispered in her ear. "Please...?"
"Inside... my lord."
TO BE CONTINUED.
Once Olens turns back, no scheduled scenes for a while.