PART 4
It had taken Mila only an hour to put the information together. It was only ten in the evening when she called a guard to bring the new slave, so she could continue her studies. She considered telling him he'd been sold again. She considered telling him he was a gift to a six year old. She considered telling what the six-year-old's mother would use him for, but she didn't. The only excuse she made for Demon to be brought to her room was that she had, "not felt like walking down all those stairs to the basement," and had ordered everyone away from the area so she'd have quiet.
The concussion he'd given himself was thankfully only slight. Demon had woken a few hours later and was being dragged down the hall by a guard again. The sleep had helped. He was shoved into a bedroom and the door locked behind him. Demon's stomach knotted. The heavy smell, the smell between Mila's legs, the room was soaking in it.
Mila emerged swinging a key from her finger. "If I unlock you will you promise not to do anything violent? Will you promise not to run away?"
Demon pulled a few brain cells together. Even if he ran, at best he'd get out of the building, out of the building didn't help him much. The ships were heavily guarded. He also wasn't sure how far he could run before he felt need to damage his skull again. Demon nodded. "Where are you're books?"
Mila grinned. "I'll write in them tomorrow." She unlocked his legs first, then his hands. She was honestly surprised when he grabbed her.
Demon pressed his mouth on hers. He didn't know why, it just seemed the thing to do. She seemed to like it. Her tongue forced it's way into his mouth. He held her tighter around the waist.
Mila tugged on the waist of his skit. She could feel her nipples hardness even crushed against his chest. She bit at the center of his collar bone.
Demon groaned and began to ruin her dress. Blue fabric was soon in far too many pieces on the floor. He gently caressed her at first. Her flesh was so smooth it didn't feel solid, it was more like water or milk. He started tasting her neck, licking, sucking, biting. Mila squirmed in his arms. He moved down slowly and made his way to the center of her chest.
Mila sighed and her eyes rolled into her head a little. For a novice he was very good. She hadn't noticed the fangs before. He was doing something to her breast no one had done before. He some how was sucking it, licking it, and tugging it with his teeth at the same time. She ground against his body.
He couldn't smell anything anymore except the powerful odor from her legs. He ripped off the last piece of cloth on her body. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and hand on the vacant side. He pinched and squeezed it. The other hand had slid behind her and was massaging her rear.
It was only now that Mila noticed Demon was still wearing his skirt and harness; this needed to be corrected. She undid the belt and helped him step out of the skirt. As he worked Mila felt his constantly ready penis rub against her leg. She sensed him moving lower. She did not want to be on the floor and she did not think she could stand any more. She pulled him in a zig-zagging path to the bed and laid down.
Demon let go of her and just stared as she waited on the bed. Her skin was red where his mouth had been. The tuft of hair between her legs caught his attention. He climbed onto the bed and kissed it as she had kissed his mouth. He felt Mila thrust against his tongue as he probed her. He paid extra attention to the small piece of flesh that protruded just below the hair. He did many things to that part of her body. She cried out over and over, each time the scent and taste changed a little from what it'd been before. It was wonderful, he could do it for hours.
Once Mila completely lost track of the number of times she orgasmed she reluctantly pulled Demon's head from her crotch. She rolled over on her side to catch her breath. She turned away form him, but could still feel the heat radiating off his body. A few more minutes of that and she'd never walk again.
His face was covered in her fluid. He licked every drop he could reach. It was having the same calming effect as before. Demon would have been more than glad to just continue what he'd been doing, but when he tried Mila stopped him.
No. He was excellent at it, and had given her a new respect for instincts, but she wanted to see that stare again. She wanted to see him writhe at her touch. She began to untie the harness and kept him from touching her as she did. If she let him start again, she wouldn't get beyond the first tie. He got the idea and soon was clenching the sheets. Every so often he would emit a whimper or have difficulty keeping still. Once the harness was removed she got him to kneel on the bed and face away from her. This took some doing, he kept turning around and doing wonderful things with his hands and mouth, grinning all the while. Mila made the tail was laid flat on the bed then straddled over it and knelt next to him. The spikes on his tail were dull so they felt wonderful when she moved her hips and rubbed them against her clitoris. She blew air at the nape of his neck.
Demon growled softly. He wanted to touch her more, but was liked what she was doing. With his mind a little clearer he could appreciate it more. Her breath on his neck reminded him of his nudity. The weight and dampness on his tail made him move involuntarily. He felt her hand snake around his abdomen and slide up and down next to his penis. Penis, that was the word Mila had used? He growled louder. The friction between his legs and the dampness moving on his tail made him quite unprepared for the third and forth sensations.
Mila began to stroke right next to his spikes, up and down his back, slowly. She noted an increase in twitching. She ground a little harder on the dulled spikes of his tail. She then took a blue spike, just below his neck, into her mouth. Mila felt Demon loose the little bit of composure he had left. He bulked underneath her as she tried to keep her mouth, hands and hips on opposite rhythms.
Demon roared and grunted, trying to thrust against everything at once. Any left over calmness was gone. The tension built as he felt Mila go faster and faster. He managed one stretched out word. "Nooooooolllllraaaaa!" With that yell he made a mess on Mila's rug.
Mila's hands kept on him until he finished, then held him to her when his body went limp. She marveled at him. There was nothing else to do. She felt something moving on her thigh. His tail had wrapped itself around her thigh, and was just resting there. It was comforting in a way. She hugged him close and looked over his shoulder into his lap. His penis stuck out hard and big as ever. She would have welcomed more, but she was a fearful of his condition. She didn't know if this would speed up or slow down Talmin. "You're tired. You should rest."
"I . . . can't . . . like. . . this." Demon swallowed hard, not sure how to explain. "I have to . . . or I . . ." The need had filled him again. Whenever she had make him bring forth the red fluid, he vaguely remembered her using the word sperm, it gave him a brief dip in the tension, mostly because he was exhausted, but then it was worse than before. Demon turned around quickly and buried himself between her legs again. He repeated his performance until he smelled and tasted that slight change three times, only then did he collapse and fall asleep. Mila did the same, too tired and contented to move, even to make notes.
Jill leaned back against the north wall. She kept by the large shrubbery so no one would notice her. Thomas was late. She rubbed her arms then covered her exposed cleavage with her hand. It was a little cold for outdoor sports. The new guard was keeping watch near by. He was a slim lad, sandy blonde hair, and looked very nervous. Was his name Jason? "Guard!" Jill was careful not to be too loud or make the yell sound panicked.
Presumably Jason walked quickly over. "Yes Miss?"
He's polite, they're so cute when they're polite. "You're the new guard aren't you?" Jill took her hand away from her breasts.
He smiled nervously and glanced back at his post. "Yes Miss. I'm Jason." He bowed his head a little. Jason tried not to stare at her volumous chest, but didn't really succeed at it.
"I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Jill, one of the faceless servants." Jill touched her chest again, making him follow her hand.
Jason swallowed, looked back at his post, then at Jill. "I think a woman as pretty as you would stand out."
When he'd looked away Jill had discreetly looked at his pants. The lad certainly got riled up quickly. "Thank you. Actually, I've always liked men in uniform." Jill moved close to him, just barley touching him. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen. Why Miss, er Jill?" He felt a twitch in his dick. He ignored it, he'd felt tense and full of adrenaline all night.
"Just wondering." She some how wiggled him around closer to the wall. She pushed him against it and leaned on him. "I always like to welcome new guards personally." She pressed a hand on his side.
