A week has passed since Enchanted. John and Zynga are back and well, living on the last of his earnings from the treasure found in the Sunset Isles.
Ela slipped through the open door and turned. She grinned and reached up to the clasp on her dress over her left shoulder. She pulled it loose and let it fall, revealing her young and supple body.
John chuckled and pulled the door shut behind him. "Eager, I like that."
"I know what I want, why waste time?" she asked.
John nodded and pulled his robe over his head. "Why indeed?"
They embraced. Ela attacked his face, kissing his lips like a woodpecker chasing a bug through the bark of a tree. John tried to keep up as best he could but it wasn't until he slipped his hand into her long dark hair and cupped the base of her head that he was able to guide her and slow her down.
Her lips continued to try rapid-fire kissing his until he pressed his lips against hers and forced her to slow down. She struggled and pulled back, retreating from him.
"What... am I doing something wrong?" she asked.
John smiled. "Not wrong... just relax. Let me lead."
"I..."
"You have this planned out, don't you? You know what you want and you already scheduled it out in your head. Tell me, what happens next?"
She blushed. "If you're going to make fun of me I can—"
"No, I'm not. I don't want to disappoint you, that's all."
"Disappoint me? Well... you've done this before, right?"
John smiled and nodded.
"I thought so. A handsome man and clearly well bred man such as yourself... Yes, well, I expected we would kiss a bit and then move on from there."
"Move on to what, exactly?"
She blushed. "To the bed, of course. You would bed me."
"Then what?"
She blinked. "Then what? You mean there's more? I need to get back... I'll be expected..."
"Oh, I see. So we have a time limit. Well then, come, Ela, let's move along."
"Wait, what else is there?"
"Oh, it's no bother. If you don't have time we should probably—"
"No!" she snapped. She blushed and held up a hand. "I'm sorry. That was harsh. I... I mean, I want to know. I... well, I've never done this before, but I need to... tonight too."
John nodded. "All right, well... a slower start might help. Relax you a bit."
"So more kissing?"
John took her hand and led her to his bed. It was a proper bed this time, not the scratchy straw pallet he'd stayed in when he'd awoken into his new life a month back. He sat her down on the edge and guided her to keep her legs facing out. He knelt in front of her and leaned in to press his lips against hers.
"Oh! I—mmmph!"
John coaxed her lips open and he surprised her by slipping his tongue in. She sucked in a breath and pulled back, creating space between them. John waited... and she returned. Her lips met his again and the kiss deepened as he coaxed her tongue into a dance. She pressed against him, moaning and taking what she learned from him to become more aggressive until she realized she had to breathe too.
John took the break and kissed his way down her neck and chest. Her brushed his hand under her breast and held it up so he could breathe on it and make her squirm at his hot breath. He captured her thickening nipple between his teeth and sucked on it.
"Oh!" Ela breathed. "Oh... oh that's nice! Yes... yes, you can do that. Keep doing that."
John chuckled around her turgid flesh. Her reached for her other breast and stroked it. Ela shivered and thrust her chest against him, knocking him off balance for a moment. John pushed back with his hand on her breast and gave her nipple a light pinch. She squeaked and jerked back, then returned, eager for more.
John dropped lower, kissing her belly and then again lower and lower. He reached the junction of her legs and torso and planted a kiss in the brown curls that peaked out between them.
Ela gasped and then whimpered when John slipped his hand between her knees and gently pushed them apart. "Okay... is it time."
"Time for something," John said before he reached around her and scooted her closer to the edge of the bed.
She squeaked and then nodded to herself. She leaned back, catching herself on her palms and then her elbows.
John crawled on his knees between hers and, to Ela's open-mouthed shock, he bent forward and kissed her directly on her curls. She squealed above him and reached down to push him away. Her legs pressed against his shoulders, trying to close. John ignored her and slipped his tongue in between the part in her flesh.
Ela froze when she felt what he was doing. He was tickling her, but in a very private and sensitive place. And it wasn't tickling, really. Not the type that would make her giggle, at least. It was... he was...
Her hands left his shoulders and went to his head. The back of his head. She cried out and pulled him into her, trying to mash his face into her cunt. John worked his tongue into and around her in spite of the smile that her inexperience caused. She squealed and bucked like a runaway horse. There was no stopping her unless he stopped, and it may have been too late even for that.
Ela's body began to twitch and jerk. Her cries were stuttering as each crest of pleasure broke through her and left her distracted and disconnected. A few moments more of John circling her sensitive button and then swiping the tip of his tongue across it rapidly were her undoing.
The poor girl locked up. She seized, her entire body going so stiff John worried he might have broken her for good. The raspy pant of her breathing was gone too, leaving Ela with her head thrown back and her back arched in ecstasy beyond anything the young woman ever imagined.
John continued to please her, driving pleasure into her even though she'd grown almost catatonic. He knew she was all right in spite of her appearance. He felt her orgasm. He drank of it in fact, supping at the release of her youthful energies that her climax yielded to him. He nursed from her cunt, licking her juices that ran free even as he gathered the energy of her soul in slow, measured amounts.
He fought against his magic. It wished to drain the sweet, naïve girl entirely. She would give it to him without a fight too... but John would not do that to her. He kissed her gently upon her split and eased her down. She collapsed on the bed, her body going from cramping muscles to mush in an instant.
John cleaned her with his mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking around her sex but not directly on it. A few times he got a shiver out of her but mostly she lay still on the bed, panting for breath and lying still in a stupor.
He rose at last and looked down at her. She was a swampy mess, no matter how long he worshipped at her temple. Her body wanted more but her mind... well, her mind was still lost in the realm of rainbows and dancing stars.
John laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her to him. She went without complaint and barely more than a purr of a moan. He embraced her and she nuzzled into him, finding some strength at last to acknowledge and show some appreciation.
At last, after several minutes had passed, she whispered into his skin, "I never knew a kiss could be like that."
John struggled to keep from laughing. "We may act like animals at times, but we can do many things an animal cannot or will not."
She moaned into him again. "That was... I never knew it would be like that!"
"And that was only a warm up."
She squeaked. "You mean there's more? Wait... of course there's more. You didn't mount me yet... oh sweet Saint Millesius! What am I to do?"
John raised an eyebrow at her strange plea.
She nodded to herself. "All right, I can do this. That's why I'm here, after all. To finally know what it's like. To have left that behind would have been a crime against nature... but oh, John, I'm scared. If your kiss felt like that... what will your... what will that feel like?"
He smiled as she tilted her face up to his. "Only one way to find out, but I promise you will enjoy it."
"I will?" she gulped.
"Oh yes."
She nodded. "Okay... but... I feel so tender now. Please be careful?"
"Very careful," he agreed even though he knew this girl could, and most definitely would, be aching for him to do anything and everything to her if they had the chance.
"Kiss me again?" she begged. "Up her, on my lips not..."
"Not on your cunt."
She blushed and nodded.
John kissed her and let her taste herself on his lips and tongue. Her eyes shot open and her nostrils flared as she realized her mistake, but she didn't pull back. She squeezed her eyes shut again and, after a moment moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced.
John rolled her onto her back and slipped between her legs. He was more than ready and glad that she hadn't seen him fully aroused yet. He'd shaken her wits with her first orgasm. Seeing his size might push her off the cliff's of insanity.
He reached down and guided his cock to her lips and gently spread them. His firm spongy tip slid along her soaked flesh, making Ela gasp and squirm under him. She was panting through her nose since he did not relinquish her mouth.
Once John was sure he was wet enough he guided himself down to her opening and nudged himself inside slowly. Ela froze again as he spread her. She shivered and tightened around him, slowing him further.
"Breathe," John whispered into her lips. "Relax."
She nodded a tiny bit and began to take quick steady breaths. Her pussy let up a bit too, allowing him to gently rock more of himself inside of her. A few inches more was all until he bumped up against her maidenhead.
