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Dec 24 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part Five

The story of Speak into the Air continues today… But what does it all mean?

It is a question that only Lily can answer now…

 

Tera

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Speak into the Air

By TeraS

Chapter Five

 

 

“Lily …”

Her reply was a mumble, almost but not quite asleep, not quite all with the world, as beings are when they are on the edge of wakefulness: “mmhgm?”

The chuckle had a deep baritone to it that, even with her being not quite all there, made goose bumps trickle over her skin: “You aren’t going to get to sleep in love. I have plans for you.”

She smiled into the pillow, a reflex that she couldn’t help, and purred, “Make me.”

“If you insist …”

This was the part that she loved most of all. He never just did something; no, that wasn’t her black-tailed Eternal’s way. He never, ever, did the same thing twice, which really was amazing considering that for all of the centuries they had been together, one would expect that things would have become … routine.

They never were, and not this time, either.

He waited.

She did, too.

For the longest time—she didn’t know how long—he just was there … watching. She breathed slowly, trying not to let the anticipation of the moment overcome her good sense. But it was very hard to do that when you knew that your Eternal was close by … and you could feel … things … the warmth from his body, almost touching but not quite; the sound of him shifting on the bed; the whisper of his tail moving in the air as he thought about her, desired her … and only her.

Lily was wet, so achingly wet, wanting to part her legs and let him have his way with her, but this was their game, and so she couldn’t allow herself to do that … yet. But she wanted to, so badly that just barely managing to bite her lip and stifle her moans was taking all of her focus. But the ache spread through her, her toes curling slightly, her muscles tensing, her nipples so stiff now that the sheets were rough against her skin and the sensation thrilled her to the core. It would take so little, so very little, for her to lose the battle and then … oh then …

She couldn’t see him, her face buried into the pillow, and she knew well enough that rolling over or looking to see what he was up to would just mean he’d smile, tweak the tip of her tail with his fingers and then go off to do … something.

And it was the something that was the problem. Knowing him, and just how dominant black tails were, it would involve being put over his knee and having her bum paddled until it was a hot shade of red. Which wasn’t so bad … really. The make-up afterwards part was always … fun.

And she liked … fun. But she didn’t move, and was really proud of herself in not doing so, when he touched the inside of the sole of her right foot with a fingertip. The gasp that was trying to escape her caught in her throat as his other hand trailed against the inside of her left thigh … slowly. She couldn’t hold her breath and let it out in a long shudder before gasping for air again. “You …”

The light swat on her ass made her jump, and he was amused. “Yes? Who else did you think it was?”

She gripped the sheets with her hands, her nails digging in: “Oh, you don’t know them, but …”

It was their way: she was teasing, and he knew it—simply a way for her to tell him that, whatever he wanted to do, she was his … as she would be forever.

“… but they can’t do this.”

His lips kissed against her right calf, feather light, just at that one spot that would just make her melt into the sheets in anticipation of what he would do next. Slowly—and he was an expert at this—he brushed her skin, then kisses followed, moving higher and higher a bare inch at a time.

He was right, of course: no one else could do what he could.

Her voice was husky with need. “mmmm … No … mmmm … they … mmmm …”

His hands now pressing against her thighs made her pause. He would expect her to resist, just a little bit, and she was starting to tense up when he surprised her again. One hand didn’t move, but the other was lightning quick as a finger slipped underneath the base of her tail and rubbed in just the right way there …

… and she saw stars. Most succubi were sensitive in their horns, some also at a spot on their neck or elsewhere. But not Lily, no, her entire body was sensitive to touch and that one spot under her tail was the most sensitive of all. In all of the lovers Lily had before him, in all of the emotions and bliss she had felt, the very first place her Eternal touched her was there, and she wanted him and no other from that moment on …

… and she always would.

When she could think again—it took a little while, but she did manage it … sort of—she felt him straddling her legs, his hands now kneading her rear. She mewled in passion as his fingers pressed and stroked her warm skin. Then she felt it: how slick his hands were, the slickness of her skin as he massaged her there. He had the oil. Oh, God, he was using the oil on her.

There are, of course, aphrodisiacs in the Realm. Some of them are quite safe for mortals to use, most just make the experience … more … a lot more. For the succubi and incubi there really are few that have any true power. One of those Lily was guilty of growing at her own home. She had rationalized that it was to protect the flowers—they were so very rare after all. By themselves, they would add a scent that would enhance the desires in others …

… but add oil to them, one specific kind of oil, and …

… and it was dripping between her legs and making her sex wetter and slicker …

… and hotter …

… and wetter …

He knew this, of course, and her last rational thought was that he probably had used it on himself before he started on her. Stroking his shaft with oil soaked fingers … watching her sleeping … wanting her … waiting for her to … to …

Her tail moved to wrap around one of his arms. No words were needed between them now. A tug moved him over her, his hands spreading the oil over the small of her back and then … then around the base of her tail, but not beneath it. No, that would have been too much too fast. Instead, her tail unwrapped and he began to work the oil into it’s length. Inch by agonising inch. The amber colour shining in the light of the room, turning more gold than amber and making it so much more sensitive than it normally was.

This took time that she couldn’t quite grasp anymore. It was all sensation now, no thought, no consideration.

He moved then to straddle her waist, her tail now behind him, his black tail twining with her own amber, the oil coating his own tail and turning it not just black, but ebony—deepest, darkest black. The tails rubbed together, the heat in them both now pushing thought further away. His hands pressed the oil into her back, then over her shoulders before he massaged her neck, loosening the muscles there and making her body go completely limp, in his control now, unable to do anything but feel him …

… She stifled a sob when he lifted away from her, the need coming closer and closer to consuming her totally. Then he slipped his hands beneath her and turned her over. She wanted to look at him, but a single word stopped her: “No.”

Again the pause … to wait … to whine in anticipation.

Then he touched her again, oiling her from her toes again … the tease. It was not as slow this time; the oil was effecting them both now, and soon they would have no control at all. Fingers spread oil over her legs … thighs … but not her sex—no, he carefully avoided that, or tried to, but couldn’t stop the stream of oil that pooled around her navel from running like a river over her clit and into her folds making her rub her thighs together in need. Over her tummy, beneath her breasts and … oh, he would … a kiss upon each aroused peak before the oil came and the ache became all-consuming …

Her hand reached out and found him … thick, hard, in need for her … so much in need now that the growl that came from her touch broke their control and …

… she pushed him to the floor …

… she straddled him and guided him …

… he arched his hips and drove into her … so deep … so full …

… so …

… and then the oil on him lit up all of her nerves and everything else was fragments of memories …

… flashes of pure pleasure …

… the fires of passion …

… the screams he made for her …

… the screams from her own voice …

In those moments, their souls merged together, completely open to each other’s thoughts, desires, wishes … everything …

It was … perfect.

So absolutely perfect …

… perfect.

“Lily?”

2 comments

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  1. avatar
    James

    Oh, if I’m not mistaken, the Christmas present is still to come . . .

    This chapter may not seem to fit, but I have a feeling that a surprise is yet in store.

  2. avatar
    TeraS

    I hope it does in the end of the tale…

    Tera

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