Book Three
One
Xen's special treat.
When I resurfaced at the sound of the bell, I took my time to freshen myself up and strode in some half an hour later.
The two 'C' were sat together and I went and joined them. They welcomed me in and we talked about my day, I only realised that I had forgotten about their request for a meeting with Rash. I promised I'd call on her again and make the arrangements.
They waited for me to finish while their conversation point became the merits of tonight's options of where to go. Curromo was winning the argument in favour of a new singer who was performing at The Bull.
We walked back together, with Curromo coming close and half whisperingly telling me that she'd heard I wasn't doing too well. She told me she had some phem in her room, persuading me that I should try it.
I was planning on going to meditate soon, where apparently it was most effective, but I was also wondering if Xen was planning to keep our date for the prod we'd agreed on, I wanted to be straight for that encounter.
She told me that all you had to do was to eat the portion of dried fungal ball, dry if I wanted but it was more usual to soften it in water or wine and add spices. I accepted their offer of cofftea and stayed till the time for meditation.
I went back into my dorm and said hello to Kenval and Grepp.
"I'm off to meditate," I informed them as I closed my door behind me. "I'll see you guys later."
I walked over, my bed-mat under my arm, and climbed the endless stairs round in the circle, emerging from the trapdoor to find the place empty. I took some time to take in the picturesque vista calming myself in preparation.
I slipped easily into my trance, my mind focused inward as my thoughts stilled. When I woke Xentha was lying on the mat, hands behind head and feet crossed at the ankles. She looked peaceful herself with her eyes closed and her face relaxed to her natural good looks.
I stood and stretched, looking into the still crimson bead as it disappeared below the horizon. My joints didn't seem to ache as much now that I was getting used to it. It was something I might continue even though I no longer need it to help me master magic.
I bent and woke her. "Time to go down.
She smiled broadly at me and stretched her arms up to me. I stepped in and took them pulling to help her up, she moved in to hug me as she stood, pressing her head against me, the top of it pressing my chin.
"Hello to you too," I said softly.
"I watched you come up here, saw you carry the roll." She said softly back."I wanted you to save the best for later."
I grinned at her words, giving her a hug. "Come on," I said with a chuckle in my voice. "Let's get down, do you want to go out tonight? There's some new girl, Tasha Yar, at the Bull tonight."
"I know, Curromo wants to go, I was going to ask you."
I had the trapdoor open and Xen was descending into the gloom, me following her down.
"We can pick up an extra bottle, no, we'll come back with all the others, we need to get a bottle now," she said as she waited for me to climb down.
"Okay," I replied, as I stepped off the bottom rung.
She hurried us down the stairs and out through the curtain into the lamp lit hall, from there we walked slowly into the town, past the Wizards House again, and on to one of the local taverns. We talked of the great wheel and of its nature, its perpetual journey around the sky.
When I looked around with my magical sight it had become more sensitive, even in the deepest shadows I could see the magical glitter of the innate power, strong and weak. I remarked on it to Xen, she managed to work it round to seeing her naked in the dark, at least I persuaded her that I couldn't see through clothes as well.
We poured enough wine to cover the leaves and she held the cup and focused on heating it, having it steaming in minutes and then swirling them around to thoroughly wet them. She put the cup on the bedroom floor and after a while reheated and swirled it again.
She poured it into another cup using her fingers to trap the unwanted leaves and sat it on my bedside cupboard alongside the candle.
"Here, it's ready for tonight," she said excitedly, turning back to face me. "In the mean time there's at least an hour to kill before we need to go to the Bull, I know it's being a bit selfish but I want you to save yourself for tonight but I want you to go down on me again."
She hiked her skirt up as she lay back, her naked furrie glinting through her bushy hair, she opened her legs wider and her small thin lips pealed back to show the darker pink inside. My prodder was thickening and thrusting a tent up in my trousers.
I dropped down between her legs, my knees on the floor as I bent into her. The sight and aroma of her furrie had my heart beating faster as my hands slipped up her thighs and my protruding tongue sought its first taste of her glistening juices.
I guided the tip to her hunny hole and licked the soft skin and the juices coating it. She let out a sigh that turned into a groan as I lapped my tongue up and down. I brought my thumbs around, my fingers still gripping her thighs, and into the hair at the top of her mound, massaging in small circles at the base of her clit.
My focus retuned to her hunny hole, pressing my lips tight and prodding it with my tongue curled, I felt the muscles under my fingers tense and then relax as her hips gave the slightest of jerks. My excitement was straining my shaft as it twitched in my tented trousers.
She gave her first real jerk while I was lapping back at her lips and valley; I brought my thumbs back for my hands to lightly stroke her inner thighs while I brought my tongue to seek out her nub. Her 'Eeek' was a half scream and I glanced up to see her stuff a wodge of her skirt in her mouth.
I turned my attention back to the hard little bud, moving my tip in an arc under it and pushing against it, then I went back to playing noughts and crosses on it. I started brushing her thighs with my fingertips, stroking lightly right up to the outlying hair of her Mons.
She shivered with her body tensing and a throaty groan escaping her, I pressed in, my lips taking her clit and sucking on it, my tongue fluttering over the protruding tip. She squealed into the cloth as her body jerked and I drew back as she shuddered and her hands gripped the bedclothes.
She lay there panting as I brought my thumbs back to stroke through her hairy outer lips.
"Ah..., Dav, no."
I stopped and knelt upright. "Okay, but we've got time."
"Come and lie with me," she asked, closing her legs as I stood.
I knelt on the edge and lay facing her.
"Thank you," she whispered, turning and enclosing me in her arms.
My throbbing prodder was pressed against her thigh, her breasts crushed to my ribs, the hard points of her nipples making their presence felt. I wanted to prod her, to seek relief for the hard shaft pressed between us.
She wanted me to save it for tonight, it was only early evening yet, I would rebound in a couple of hours especially with that aravig lined up.
"Play with my prodder, just for a little bit, just hold it in your hand if you want." I asked her as I rolled to my back.
"Just for a little bit." She confirmed questioningly.
She leant up and across me, loosening my belt then buttons, as she worked down my prodder sprung out through the fly of my longjohns. She clasped one hand around it as she lay back down, her elbow in my ribs as she shifted up to the head and began to swirl it in her palm.
"Xen." I stopped her. "Lick or spit in your hand and let it glide over not rub."
She curved her body down and spread her lips on the tip of my helmet, her tongue darting out to flick over my slit. As the first thrill ran through me I elbowed my way up to look down on her. Her tangled pale hair gleaming in the candlelight, arching and twisting as her mouth gave me pleasure.
She sank and took it deeper, letting her tongue slip caressingly down my prodder as it slid in. She withdrew her tongue licked over my head and down to flick across its underside and send a thrill surging down it.
My hips jerked sending me momentarily deeper, I felt the smooth underside of her tongue reach over again and resume its stroking. Her hand joined in, flexing the skin at my root, using a short slow stroke as she waggled it in her mouth. I felt my sac tighten, the pressure in my groin.
"I'm cumming," I shouted in warning as I exploded into her mouth.
She swallowed it all and then sucked up to the tip and, pausing to give it a pecking kiss, lay back and snuggled up still holding it as it went flaccid.
"Sorry, when you said lick I couldn't resist," she said as she cuddled and hugged me.
"Ah Xen," I said softly. "I'll be fine tonight."
"Am I doing it right?"
"That depends on how slow you want to go. You can start with your hand, like you did at the end. It's nicer when it's all wet then your hand slips smoothly over the skin. It's especially nice if you play with just the head, then you can use your other hand to stroke the shaft. That's if you don't want it to last long, if you bob your head on it like I'm prodding your mouth then that will also be quick."
I paused for a second. "Any questions so far?"
I felt her shake her head. "No."
"The way that you do it lasts longest. I get my orgasm whichever way but your way is nicest."
I hugged her to me, kissing the bridge of her nose.
"Is the way I do it okay, I mean, are there thing you like me doing, do you want me to do more or less of anything?" I asked her.
