Crissy had not been overly impressed as she and Chase had followed along; in truth, all around had carried with it that same, odd, flat feeling of nothingness. The entryway had been massive, with a floor of polished black marble and walls paneled in rich, dark wood, yet their voices made no echo within the cavernous front parlor. Several tapestries hung about, heavy fabrics with intricate scenes of foxhunts and rolling vineyards, and in the midst of it all a grand staircase that led up several feet before wrapping around the curved column of one grand corner turret and disappearing completely. It was as if every King Arthur movie she'd watched as a kid had allowed their castles to blend and meld together into one complete masterpiece that was so authentic it left no doubt that it wasn't.
Still, the very realness of it was unsettling and she had been forced to wonder if -- again -- perhaps the storm and the beast might not have been the safer choice.
She had not had any time at all to mull this truth over before the entryway had erupted into a flurry of activity. As if from nowhere, 6 dwarves had appeared. No, dwarves had not been right, she thought -- more like -- small humans. Everything, from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes, had been in perfect proportion. None of them had stood over 3 feet tall, she was sure, and yet each had appeared as normal men and woman, perfectly scaled down models of full grown adults. They had quickly and efficiently separated them all -- two females coming to wrapped almost solicitously around Chase and begin moving him off down the hallway amid his half-hearted protests (always the horny little fucker, she'd thought at the time) and two males to do the same in turn to her. Two others, male or female she had not been sure, had taken Savannah from them and disappeared with their bizarre hostesses, again leaving Crissy with a cold sense of foreboding as she was tugged towards the massive stairway and up into the waiting rooms above.
The men had been in turn gentle and yet oddly anxious as they had chatted softly along the way. One walked before her with a lighted torch and one behind, and she could feel his eyes upon her in a way that made her feel exposed and uncertain. They were each handsome men despite their smallish size, with smooth, bronzed skin, hairless except for the sleek, black hair that fell in tapered layers along their face and shoulders before coming to meet in a small knot at their neck. From there it trailed down their backs in a silken, braided rope of remaining strands that teased and swayed along the powerful curve of their waists, accentuating powerful muscles that seemed to ripple and swell with the building power of the storm outside.
They wore only simple leather loincloths of richly tanned suede and leather, and she found this both odd and arousing, a look that for her was reminiscent of Conan's wardrobe, complete with soft leather boots that covered their feet and wound smooth and tight up around strong, powerful calves. Watching the one walk before her and captivated by the intensely handsome beauty of him from behind, she was struck with the irony of how he must feel the same raw attraction from her that she felt wash around her from his friend behind.
"Is this some sort of hotel?" Crissy asked, feeling the need to fill the quietness around her with sound if only to break her somewhat hypnotic trance as she allowed them to lead her God only knew where.
The one in front turned back to smile at her, piercing blue eyes dancing with hidden secrets as full, sensual lips curved into a teasing smile.
"I suppose you could call it such," he said after a moment. His voice was rich and deep, a honeyed baritone of erotic sounds that made her stomach clench and her center grow wet. He held her eyes a moment longer then turned and resumed his climb once more.
"Well, you must serve a very odd clientele to attract them to the edge of nowhere like this," she quipped. He only shrugged, and she was hit with the compelling need to run her fingers along the masculine curve of his shoulder. What the hell?? she chided herself, shaking her head as if to free it from the clutches of some unknown narcotic.
"Odd is a relative term, don't you think?" the one questioned from behind, his voice equally smooth and enticing.
"I suppose," she echoed uncertainly.
They paused for a moment and she realized they had come to another massive oak door, this one standing well over 6 feet tall itself. At the top was a crescent shaped opening covered with metal bars and she was struck with how it looked more like a prison cell door than a bedroom door. She was about to protest when the door was pushed in and she was ushered into a room that was anything BUT the dark, dank dirtiness of what she had been certain was about to become her prison. The floors were covered by a deep, plush carpet of the most sinfully rich, red color she'd ever seen, and all about was handsomely upholstered furniture that boasted golden inlays of intricate patterns within massive mahogany frames, all covered with thick, plush cushions. Cleary this was the sitting room, the furniture lazily arranged around a massive stone hearth where a fire currently blazed and licked against the centuries-old polished stone, and lending warmth and comfort to the room.
"Just beyond is the bedroom and a private bath," said number one, as she'd come to think of him since they'd offered no names. He turned to nod at number two, who immediately disappeared into the bedroom doorway beyond. "A hot bath will be drawn, and you'll find clean towels and linens. We'll return shortly with warmed wine and cheese to ease your hunger until dinner is served, along with dry clothes for you to wear while your things are washed and dried." These were more orders than offers of hospitality even though spoken in gentle tones that bordered on seduction, but she was too tired to care, and nodded gratefully.
"Thank you," she said, and he bowed slightly once more before number two joined him and they both left quietly through the large door, closing it firmly behind them. After waiting several moments she went to try the door, certain she'd find herself locked within, but it opened easily albeit heavy because of its size, and again queerly quiet, making no sound of protest when its massive hinges turned. With a nervous laugh she had closed the door, and without another thought went straight for the bathroom, barely pausing to appreciate the bedroom and its equally opulent furnishings before peeling away her clothes and sliding into the large, oddly modern spa tub.
By the time she reached forward to turn off the water, the deep tub was completely full and the room filled with steam. She laid back and allowed her body to float gently, feeling her small breasts bob and push her tiny nipples above the surface of the water. What a magnificent place, she mused, a hideaway for the rich that she and Chase had stumbled upon, and she giggled at the thought of having at least one night out of her miserable life where she would at last get a taste of the lifestyle she had always felt she deserved.
She wasn't certain how long she'd soaked like that, and she was startled to find herself coming awake when she hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep. But something here was different, and it took her a moment to realize that this was the same bath and yet it wasn't, as if the edges of substance were wavering slightly to give a watercolor quality to everything around her. Dreamlike, she thought, and as the quiet sounds of lyrical music began to entice from the bedroom she actually smiled, certain now this had to be a dream.
And then they were both there, her escorts from earlier, and she was struck with how odd it was to find that she felt no shame as she allowed them to help her from the tub and then wrap thick, warmed towels around her. She felt herself begin to shiver as they started to slowly pat her dry, smoothing the velvety softness of the towels along her skin with maddening slowness as they worked. Neither of them spoke, but their hands worked in unison as they stroked and then began to probe her more private areas, easing her legs apart and again patting her dry as if doing this were the most natural thing in the world and she should feel no need to turn away.
She felt number two press against her for a moment from behind, and then she was urged back towards the bedroom once more.
"May we touch you?" Number one asked, and even though she knew she should say no, how could she, when she could feel the heat of their eyes upon her and know the fullness of their desire. No man -- certainly not Chase -- had ever looked at her in that way and she could no more refuse them than she could stop breathing.
"Yes," she whispered, and in a rush they were upon her so that she cried out with shock as they carried her quickly towards the bed.
She fell back into the softness and immediately succumbed to hungry, seeking lips that began to nibble and suck along her neck and shoulders. She gasped aloud when two sets of mouths moved over her small, rounded mounds to seek out their own puckered nipple, teeth scraping and lips tugging as each of the men suckled, squeezed and moaned against her skin. Her eyelids grew heavy and drooped over her eyes of their own accord, and she could do little more than lie back and allow these two oddly smallish men to lick, nibble, suck and tease to their hearts contents. Their hands felt peculiar in their size as they caressed and aroused with strength and confidence. Between her legs they sought and probed, gently spreading her swollen folds and sliding what felt like a symphony of fingers within, stroking and filling, meeting and working together to massage her g-spot and stroke her eager clit.
