Antha rushed through the hollowed halls of University Obsius her footsteps echoing loudly in the empty halls. Normally the halls bustled with activity, however in predawn hours Antha was the sole occupant of the halls. Shortly after dawn students would be bustling about in the massive halls.
Antha shifted her armload of books to a more comfortable position. Time seemed to be conspiring against her. Her last few months of learning loomed before Antha like an imposing monolith. The last of Antha's research had to be finished with the utmost attention to detail before being turned over to the Headmaster.
She stopped for a moment in her tracks and glanced about. Perhaps it was the looming change in her life that had been making Antha feel so jumpy of late. Antha shook her white curls and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I think I am going insane," Antha whispered her voice echoing loudly in her ears. Antha started at the sound then fled to the haven of her room. Antha slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her chest heaved with deep ragged breaths.
Antha felt silly being frightened in the halls of the University. This had been her home since she was eight. Now that she was ready to ascend to the next phase of her life, the pressure was beginning to show.
"Oh it is your own fault you went to the headmaster with the proposal of starting a branch in The City of the Cats. Look now you are talking to yourself," Antha whispered then set her pile of books down upon her desk.
Antha rubbed her temples in an effort to battle off the tension building in her brain. A hot bath called to her tight muscles. Antha decided to brave the empty halls once more after snatching a robe and towel. Her bare feet made no sound on the broad tiles as Antha slunk to the nearby bathing chamber. As an upper classman there were certain privileges.
Antha placed her hands upon the oaken door to the private bathing chamber of select students and bade it open. The door swung silently inward and Antha slipped in. The marbled tiled room was luxurious with out being over bearing. In the corner a large rectangular bathing pool lay recessed within the floor. A lovely nymph statue poured water from an urn in a never-ending cycle into the pool. Steam rose up from the pool warming the small chamber pleasantly. To complete the atmosphere soft music played in the background to provide complete relaxation. Antha stepped up to the pool not checking on the second portion of the bathing chambers where the showers lay.
Antha let her robe slide down her body to pool on the floor at her feet, exposing her silken gold flesh. She bent over to collect her robe exposing here heart shape ass to the door completely confident she was alone. Antha lay the robe next to her towel on a nearby shelf. She then slid into the bath her back still to the door. Never once did it occur to Antha to check to see if she was entirely alone.
A fellow student, Morgan, had been in the other section of the bath showering off his day's exertions. When he saw his friend enter Morgan stepped up to say hello before leaving, then Antha had dropped her robe. Morgan savored the view instead of speaking just yet.
Antha submerged herself in the water letting the heat of the water sink in before surging to the surface, water streaming from her body, her white curls clung against her skin. She pulled a few stray curls from her face, then ran her hands over her pert breast, pausing at her nipples squeezing slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips at the sensation.
She wished to herself for a moment that it were not her own hands touching her breast.
Antha turned to reach for the soap and froze at the sight of Morgan gazing at her, his arms folded over his broad chest, a faint smile on his lips, an obvious erection beneath his towel.
Her hands remained at her breast a look of surprise in her wide eyes.
"By all means do not stop on my account," he purred in his heavily accented voice
."Oh Morgan I did not realize I was intruding on your time here," Antha looked up into his emerald eyes from what she had been staring at. A blush suffused her cheeks and she cast her eyes down.
Indecision warred in her breast making her hesitate till she felt him step back to leave. Antha then reached out for the soap, glanced up once through her thick lashes at him, and began to rub the creamy soap across her now hard nipples. She circled out slowly to run her hands along the underside of her breast.
The suds ran down her chest, along her belly to her high pubic bone, into the thatch of soft white curls at the apex of her thighs. A lone finger followed the suds in erotic symbol.
"So have you finished those papers I leant you," she asked coyly.
Morgan yanked his eyes up from where that naughty finger lingered. "You are cock teasing I think."
"That is a legitimate question," she answered, her finger trailing back up through the suds to circle a nipple.
Morgan shook his head at her and then unfastened his towel letting it drop to the floor.
Antha's eyes widened at the sight of him. As he moved forward muscles rippled with raw brute strength under his taunt flesh. A hand went to cover her gaping mouth at the size of his cock. Somewhere in the back of Antha's mind she wondered if she just bit off more then she could chew. His family was famous for their seduction abilities and she was out of her league. This would be her first.
Morgan entered the water till he stood directly before Antha. Her neck tilted back to look up at him since the top of her head came only to his collarbone. "Gentle please," she whispered, her voice trembled as did her body.
He lifted one graceful hand to run it along the underside of her chin, "Ma cherie I am always what a woman needs, and I think you need me."
Antha looked up into his brilliant emerald eyes, "Oh yes I do." She raised herself onto her toes offering her inviting crimson lips to him.
Morgan obliged and dipped his head to run a tongue along her virgin lips, his hot breath caressing her face.
Antha opened her mouth further inviting him inside, her tongue lightly flicking out to touch his tongue. The only place their bodies touched were their tongues, so intimate yet distant. The fire of their blood escalated causing the water to boil around the two supernatural beings. Morgan lifted a hand to place it on the nape of her neck, rubbing in soft circles with the pad of his thumb.
Then he moved to cover her mouth completely pulling her body against hiss in a slow sensual movement. His tongue slowly lapped the inside of her mouth, Antha submitting completely her tongue dancing about his. Their souls merged, soaring together, heating their bodies till true flames engulfed thier embracing forms.
Antha ran her hand down his back following the contours of his tight muscles. A trail of blue flames leaped up in her finger's wake till she reached the base of his spine. She pressed down on the sensitive spine firmly. Morgan pulled away from her kiss, eyes closed as the sensations pulsed up his spine wrapping around to his already throbbing loin.
Antha moved back just enough so she could slip her free hand between their bodies. Her fingers tangled briefly in the curls around his shaft before sliding her knuckles across the sensitive skin. Morgan jumped slightly then looked down at her. Their green eyes locked both motionless except for their heaving chest.
Antha's fingers curled around Morgan's cock and began to explore him. She heard him draw in a deep breath then leaned up opening her mouth to him once more. Morgan accepted her invitation and took her mouth once more, this time not quite as gentle in his possession. She submitted again to his will, melting against him, yet not relinquishing her hold on his cock, ardent in her exploration of his flesh.
Her fingers glided along his shaft, circling and rubbing every inch of it. She let out a little surprise gasp as it jumped. Morgan chuckled against her lips. "It likes you," He growled.
Antha opened her eyes to look into his, "I like it."
Morgan picked Antha up and set her on the edge of the now half empty pool. "My turn," Morgan hissed through his clenched teeth, removing her delicate fingers from him. He pushed her sleek thighs apart and went to his knees. Antha gasped aloud, knowing what he was about to do. Something so intimate it shocked and thrilled her to her core.
He ran his fingers along her thighs till they lay just along the outside of her lips, then slowly spread her open, his hot breath touching her where no one had before. Antha gasped and tangled her fingers in his thick ebony hair. "By the gods," she gasped.
"Little one I have not even touched you yet," he answered, chuckling at her sensitivity. Truly Morgan had found himself a treasure.
Morgan ran his thumb along the inside her flower feeling her wet heat. Wet heat that had nothing to do with a bath. Antha let out a series of little screams, her finger tightening in his hair. He ignored the pain and brought his lips to her lips.
Antha shrieked thrashing her head arching her back. A long, "Ooooooooooooo," escaped from her as Morgan began to slowly run his tongue along her sweet folds.
Antha squeezed her eyes shut tight as brilliant light exploded behind her eyelids. Red-hot flames leaped off her taunt form scorching the tiles around her body. Her scream was long and primal as her first orgasm rocked her body. Morgan refused to give in on his assault. He wanted her to beg.
"Please, please I can not take it," Antha panted, trying to pull Morgan's head away.
"Say my name," Morgan hissed.
"Morgan please," Antha gasped her body shaking violently as his tongue delved into her, tasting her juices from the orgasm.
"Wrong," he snarled.
"Master, master please," she wailed.
"Better," he pulled away and rose to his feet. Antha trembled before him, totally at his will. "Now tell me what I want."
Antha nodded then rolled onto her stomach and raised her hips up. "This," she inquired softly.
Morgan was pleased. Most well seasoned women where not as adept at his little virgin.
He placed his hands on either side of her hips and thrust into her hard. Both felt her the barrier of virginity rip. Morgan let out a content growl. Antha gasped sharply then moaned as pleasure and pain danced in her body.
Morgan gave Antha a moment to adjust to him. Then began to thrust. He was thankful she was so hot and wet. Tight as she was it would have hurt him had she not been so hot and wanton.
Antha held still briefly, adjusting to the sensations coursing through her body, then rocked back against him, grinding her hips against his.
Morgan growled knowing he should not draw it out to long. He did not want to hurt her since this was Antha's first time. He let himself ride the ripples of pleasure coursing through him, taking in Antha's soft moans, enjoying the tension growing in his balls. Morgan felt Antha's body began to tighten as another orgasm built in her body. "Damn," he gasped, she was almost painful she was so tight, almost.
Antha's body spasm as she felt herself slip over the brink of oblivion once more. The spasms of her tight pussy pushed Morgan over the edge, his cock exploding within her. He collapsed against her, his lips against her ear. "You are an exquisite flower Antha."
She nodded. "I needed that. So would you like to come back to my room?"
Morgan nodded and moved off of her, he paused to admire her body before collecting his towel and robe. Antha quickly slipped on her robe and headed off to her room with Morgan right behind her.
The two slipped down the hall, Morgan hastening Antha along by rubbing her bottom with his hand... Antha kept her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. She vaguely wondered if she could behave herself till they got to her room.
