"I will do this while she is unconscious, so that she will not have suffered through it. Does that appease you?"
"My lady took a husband once. She killed him for his impudence." The Obedient sat up and kept her hand on her wound. "If you can sate my thirst, I will permit you to service my lady." Mule was surprised by this, but the look The Obedient's face held irony. There was something in The Majestic's past that was dangerous for him, and he was walking right towards it apparently.
One the fall wall there was a fountain pouring a small steady stream of water into a porcelain basin on the floor -- a miniature waterfall. Mule went to it and washed the dirt and gore off his body. The cold briskness of it startled him, he expected a hot spring in this humid land. He dunked his head under the flowing water and welcomed the refreshing sensation. The coldness constricted his blood vessels and returned a feeling of vigor to his weary body. A hand on his back startled him and turned around. Firm hands took his cheeks and brought his lips down to hers and she kissed him. They parted and she looked into his eyes, judging him.
"For returning my lady, I will reward you on her behalf." The Obedient said softly, her hands started to play with the back of his neck. "Do not take me lightly, this wound is superficial. I've killed many lovers that lowered their guard, before my lady bought my service." Mule recognized that sense of superiority of someone that was once higher than they are now. The Obedient was a taken captive from another house. Mule now found himself in a more uncomfortable position than before. The social rank and classes of the Zecarin's still confused him, and he blundered into a place he hadn't intended. "You have done The Majestic a great service, and you'll receive a just reward."
Her lips touched his nipples, and she tugged lightly at them with her teeth. The cold water came down over her head off his shoulders as she did. Inside her mouth her warm tongue enveloped and encircled the erect but tenderly. It made Mule visibly relax as allow her to take control. Then he understood her position -- she could relive her past glory with him and be a person in control. The Obedient had spent years under The Majestic's rule, and now for this brief moment she could now rule him instead. Her hands rand down his back and massaged the thick corded muscles of his torso. Eventually they came to rest on his firm buttocks and she grabbed him as she pressed herself against his body, pushing him away from the water.
The cold water fell over her and she lifted her head to welcome it. It soaked the fabric of her dress and washed the blood off her face and shoulder. It stung her wound, and she flinched, but a moment later her eyes opened and she stared intently at the human with a look of fierce lust. Her lips swallowed his, and her arms held him down to her level. He reached up to move the strap of her dress, but her hand intercepted him and pushed it aside firmly. The Obedient was in control, and he was subservient to her will now. She pushed him backwards until he was against the wall. The water cascaded behind her, the warmth of the room returned to their bodies, and not once did her lips leave his.
Now against this warm stone, she moved to his neck, and planted succulent kisses down to his chest. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the cold taught muscle and twirling her fingers through his chest hair. Her lips found his nipples again, and her mouth warmed them as her tongue rolled around each one in turn. His cock had come to life below her, and pressed against her stomach through the remnant fabric around his waist. It did not go unnoticed as one of her slender hands wrapped around its length and started to stroke it slowly. Her palm came to rest over the head of his member, and her fingers stroked the neck of his cock as her palm rolled around his head. Mule moaned loudly.
The Obedient continued down his body as her tongue caressed the definition of his lower torso and ribs. She moaned lustfully from the taste of his skin. She reached the waistline of his clothing and ripped it off in one quick jerk. His throbbing member came free and thrust upwards at her face. She craved that hard piece of flesh, and she devoured it hungrily in her mouth. Mule's head leaned back against the wall as waves of pleasure shot through his system. The shock of the cold now mixed with the warmth of her mouth was too much for him to resist. Her tongue swirled around the smooth bulbous head of his cock each time she pulled it out only to devour it once more deep into her mouth. Her lips hugged it tightly as she slid it in and out; feeling every bump and vein along its length. Mule was lost to her power, he moaned deeply in pleasure from the sensations she was causing in his cock. Every time his hands roamed up to touch her -- her head, her ears, - to share in the pleasure she was giving him, she forced his hands away.
The Obedient wanted him now. She released his cock form her lips and pulled his face down to hers, her teeth took his bottom lip and bit it lightly. She turned around and took his hands to her breasts, her fingers moved his fingers and massaged her pert tits in a circular motion that made her moan Her backside rubbed up against that throbbing wet cock, and teased him with the cleavage of her round ass. The small Zecarin woman had to lift up onto her toes in order to ensnare that cock between her thighs and hug it next to her dripping wet lips. There she held him and slowly rocked back and forth as she continued to guide his hands on her breasts. She teased herself with it and with each stroke her panting became more heavy, and her moans more passionate. She took his fingers and made them pinch her erect nipples. They were unusually long and rolled around against the skin of her breast to the sound her small screams of pleasure.
When her lusting reached its peak, she rocked far forward, released his cock, and pushed back against him. The man's hard, erect cock pushed her wet lips aside and slid into her warm pussy. She screamed loudly, and made Mule pinch her nipples sharply. Yet the size difference between the two was significant, only half of Mule's hard member could fit inside the petite under elf. Despite that, her control was superb, and her dexterity amazing as she gyrated her hips and rocked her backside back and forth onto that hard shaft of his. It didn't take long for her first convulsion to wrack her body; when it hit she screamed loudly and buried as much of Mule's cock inside her as she could take. Yet even her intense orgasm didn't stop her, only paused their lovemaking. Once it subsided The Obedient resumed her masterful control of her hips and legs and worked Mule's hard cock inside her around in a circular motion.
Mule strained hard to focus on the cues she was sending his hands. The Obedient was taking complete control of their passion, and it fell to him to follow her instructions as she gave them. Suddenly she pulled his hands far out to her sides and leaned forward while still holding on. He was holding her torso up at a horizontal angle as she thrust her hips back. Mule could feel her tight petite vagina swallow more of his throbbing member to the point of his head rubbing against the inner wall of her womb. Once she reached that point she froze suddenly with a gasp of passion and held herself there. Then slowly she rocked her hips, making the large head of his cock rub back and forth against her inner wall. She continued like that as her screams and moans of passion built up to another body wracking orgasm. This one left her a bit weary, and she laid suspended by his arms as her breathing recovered. Slowly she slid off his member to the ground and pulled him down with her. At the last moment she tugged on his arm and sent him falling to the ground instead, only to find her now sitting atop his chest.
Slowly, sensually, she leaned down and kissed his lips softly. Her tongue pushed its way inside his mouth to dance with his tongue. Quickly she slid her body down his until she found that hard wet cock of his and impaled herself on it. The length of it prevented her from sitting upright, but lying on him, chest to chest, seemed perfect for the moment as she started to thrust her hips up and down on his shaft. She moaned into his mouth as the electrifying sensations in her pussy began again. The Thirst did not do the lust of Zecarin's justice. The Obedient endured another tremor throughout her body that left her arms shaking, yet did not seem diminished by her third orgasm. Mule had given himself over completely to her control, and where she wanted him is where he went. His hands were placed on her backside, and he caressed her lower back and rand his fingers along her spine. Her hunger left her panting, and her lips had to leave his for air. She propped herself up on his chest with her hands and gyrated her hips back and forth along his abdomen making that long cock slide in and out of her. She was lost to a frantic pace now, her past orgasms were just the precursor to something bigger that had built up in her body. This small Zecarin elf was lost in a rising rhythm of her body and no longer gave her lover instructions. The feelings inside her were reaching their ultimatum and her breaths came in short high pitched squeaks of pleasure. Mule could tell she was peaking, but something still remained to push her over the edge. On instinct, he reached up and took one of those long nipples into his mouth and bit it lightly.
The Obedient screamed in ecstasy at the top of her lungs. Her nails dug into his chest reflexively and drew blood. Her back arched, and her whole body locked up. Her eyes were open, but the orbs had rolled back into her head. Her whole being was enraptured by the orgasm flooding her body.
Then, a breathless moment later, she collapsed, utterly spent.
