"We're alone," Christie said.
Alak looked up from his perusal of his father's book—a stupid bit of homework when the money changing hands was already counted six ways from Sunday. His future bride stood in the corner, idly toying with the curtains before... the baths.
"Feels like we're never alone."
"But we are now," Christie persisted. "Your parents have gone into town to speak with the mayor. All the servants have gone to their quarters for the night. We could do something."
"We could do something whenever," Alak replied. For some reason, he didn't like how Christie was wheedling at him instead of coming straight-on like usual. It was too... Castithan.
"Not in the baths." Christie took a step through the curtains. She was playing with the buttons on her blouse now. "It's against custom to take a bath alone, isn't it? Hadn't you better join me?"
"But those are the
family
baths..."
Christie finished playing with the buttons. "Aren't I going to be part of the family?"
That was direct enough for Alak.
***
Stahma walked home with her hands together, hidden in the voluminous sleeves of her dress so none could see how her fingers clenched into points of pink rage. She'd spoken out of turn—
once—
and despite the fact that she'd been
right,
Datak had seen fit to excuse her. Apologizing for his wife being overtired, saying she had better go home and rest before she said anything more—controversial.
Stahma had taken the escape hatch, but she still chafed at her flight. The negotiations for Defiance's shipping contract would stretch on for hours more; Datak could've used her insight, but he'd sent her away in his fit of pride. Foolish man. Always having to be
handled,
like Alak as a crying infant.
It was a petty vengeance she'd planned, but enough to salve her petty heart. She would go to the baths, alone, think of Kenya a great deal, and use many, many 'assistants'. By the time Datak returned, she really would be too tired for his nonsense.
When she went to the baths, though, she was not greeted by the taboo privacy she had expected. Indeed, she couldn't believe
what
she saw. But no matter how she gasped, how many times she blinked, it wouldn't go away. It was as real as she, as real as shame, as real as honor. And no matter what her shock or sickness, she couldn't look away.
"Alak," she whispered under her breath. "What have you done?"
Stahma still thought of Alak as her little angel, no matter how he had grown. What Datak saw as insolence, Stahma tolerated merely as a child's shortsightedness. But now, seeing him doing this—she couldn't even recognize him. Especially with his face buried in the dark curls of Christie McCawley's groin, she herself spread-eagled in a bath. The water draped over her nude body, half of it emerging like a chain of islands, the rest submerged.
"Make me come!" Christie moaned, scorching Stahma's eavesdropping ears. "Shove your tongue up my cunt so I'll come!" She squirmed in the sloshing water as Alak obeyed readily, smacking his lips with her sweet taste. And, as her future daughter-in-law climaxed, Stahma had one more reaction to the shocking sight.
Envy.
It had been so long since something like that had happened in her marriage bed that Stahma could almost not believe a man could do it. She'd had to go to Kenya for such a thing. With Datak, you'd almost believe there was something disgusting about her sex. For all he seemed to hunger to have his phallus inside, his tongue avoided it as if the two were simply not meant to go together. Like how it was natural for a cake of soap to be run over your body, but ridiculous to try eating it.
"Don't stop!" Christie cried, thighs shaking, upper body and young breasts wrenched out of the water. "I'm coming so hard, baby, it feels
sooo
good..."
"I wanna fuck you," Alak replied, almost whining, his mouth still in her twat.
"Then quickly, quickly!" Christie panted. "Get your cock in me before I stop coming!"
Alak moved fast to obey and for the first time, Stahma saw her sex. It was beautiful, coral pink petals of tenderness and softness, very lightly dusted with a dark peach fuzz, everything moist and succulent, quivering and tight. Stahma had nothing against Kenya's, but she shaved her pubic hair to satisfy the desires of her other clientele. Christie was quite natural, the dark hair painfully exotic.
Her own pinkness throbbed maddeningly. She reached down and was surprised and unsurprised to find herself soaking wet beneath her bathing garments.
They were fucking now, Alak's cock sawing into her as she continued her orgasmic moans. Stahma could see and hear it all even better now that she'd drawn closer. She could actually hear the blood rushing through Alak's veins in a pounding rage, flushing his flesh, stiffening his cock. He must've been able to feel every nerve ending in his cock as it dug into Christie.
"Oh fuck, I think I'm coming again! Don't take it out! Keep fucking me!" Rushes of pleasure kept tumbling down from on high, impossible for her to know where one finished and another began. Her whole body was consumed with ecstasy, shrunk down to the tight little pussy being held open only by a stiff, throbbing cock. "Keep on fucking me until we come! Until I'm full of your cum!"
Christie's Earth dirty talk, far more aggressive and unrepentant than submissive Castithan lovemaking, sent Alak over the edge. He couldn't hold back, not when her cunt was squeezing his prick, begging him to let go, begging for his jism. He fucked into her up to the balls, again and again, short quick strokes keeping her pussy convulsing with each plunge. He felt his load building, throbbing inside him, a spreading fire.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Christie urged him. "God, your prick's like fucking steel inside me! How about I play with your balls?"
Alak groaned just at the thought. "You know how much I like a good squeeze when I'm fucking you!"
Christie's hand dipped into the water with a soft splash. Alak groaned anew. "Well, I want you to come in my face this time!"
"Then you'd better
make me
come," Alak grunted.
Christie's long legs broke the surface, scissoring around Alak's waist as she wiggled herself against him. His face reddened to a shade of maroon, his mouth going slack. "I can't hold it any longer!" Alak grabbed her tits like they were handles, using them to pound himself into the depths of Christie's cunt. "I'm gonna come!"
"Then pull out, shoot it all over me,
come
all over me!"
Alak shook his head. "Can't! Gotta—"
He stiffened suddenly, gasping as his buttocks clenched, his body shaking, Christie clenching her teeth as she felt him spend in her. Her mouth fell open as she was pushed into her own orgasm by his shuddering cock. Alak suddenly moved, spasming with quick pumps into her, filling her with more cum to billow out into the water. Christie's eyes rolled back in her head and Alak exhaled, soft and satisfied, before pulling out and dribbling the last dregs of his orgasm onto Christie's groin and belly.
She slapped him.
"What?" Alak laughed, rubbing his cheek at the light hit, sagging back onto the other side of the tub.
"You can't come in my face? You know how many people would love to come in my face!"
Stahma could think of one right now. She'd just realized that the thing clenched between her thighs was her hand. She was rubbing her cunt. The crotch of her panties was wet with hot juices soaking right through it, trickling onto her hand and thighs. She had never been so horny in her life. It was like life had pushed her, shoved her to this point of ultimate frustration. And as always, when pushed, when backed into a corner, Stahma dispensed with pleasant fictions and seized what was required.
Ignoring the twinge of jealousy within her, smoothing her bathing garments to her body with a shock of pleasure that nearly made her gasp, Stahma stabbed into the baths in righteous indignation.
"And what would you call
this
situation?" she asked of them.
Their heads twisted like they'd been pulled by the same string. They stared at her, identically aghast expressions on their faces. They really did make a good match. "Mother!" "Mrs. Tarr!"
Stahma fed her rising anger on their terrified countenances. The feeling of envy was almost entirely subsumed. "Well? Do you have anything to say that might explain this?" she demanded, glaring into both of them.
"We were... we were..." Alak abruptly realized his position and sat up straight, burying his lower body beneath the water.
"I know what you were doing," Stahma finished for him, satisfied at how his voice fell away under her cold tone. "
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