Moonspawn (3 page)

Time melted amidst the woman’s expert attention, the tongue continuing to burrow and fawn upon her, the fingers treating her breasts to treasured manipulation.

Without word the woman retreated and lifted one of Kira’s legs, flipping her over onto her front. Reaching up, the female grabbed Kira’s wrists once more, one hand capturing both extremities and pulling back, lifting her front from the bed, her breasts thrusting, her shoulders aching from the contortion, the limbs used as reigns to control the girl.

Her eyes bulged and she released shocked purls as the woman’s face burrowed between her buttocks. She tensed in alarm, but the stranger gave a jerk to the captured arms, sending a chastising flare of pain into the joints to correct her behaviour. A resounding smack from the other hand dropped to her rear, the spanking hand adding four more strokes, the applause ringing out, sending stinging shocks through her buttocks.

Kira whimpered and did as she was instructed, releasing the barring flesh so the woman might enter and kiss her rear, the lips peeling back to let an eager tongue stab through her orifice. Kira set loose a prolonged moan, pulling weakly at the armlock just to feel its existence, of being so ruthlessly controlled but so 21

gloriously pleasured. The feel of the organ pouring into her, lapping at her insides, was a sensation more delightful than she would ever have thought possible.

‘Please, please let me taste you too,’ she mewled through racing gasps.

The face withdrew for a moment.

‘You are sure?’ it quizzed, making Kira commit herself with greater dedication.

‘Yes, I do, please let me,’ she rasped, her most pressing wish now being to attend this woman, to do the things that had been done to her, to explore further, to know another woman as she herself had been experienced.

‘You’ll do anything for me then? To earn this reward?’

‘Yes, yes, anything you want, anything,’ she blurted.

The stranger rose from the bed and stood beside it, hands on her hips, her glower dropping down on Kira as she lay huddled and in shock from the session.

‘First, stand over here, and take off all your clothes before me,’ she stated with authority. ‘I want you to perform.’

Kira sprang from the bed, stepping into the middle of the room, her hands jumping up to her tie to begin tearing it off with harsh yanks.

‘Slowly,’ warned the woman, settling back onto the bed, seating herself and crossing her legs, propping herself up on her arms as she regarded Kira with exquisite menace.

Kira reduced her speed, stifling her impetuous haste.

It was suddenly harder to comply; the deliberate displaying of this strip something that was less easily acceptable to her. But the sight of the woman, her beauty, the promise of being able to attend her, outweighed and eased her troubled young mind.

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The only other token against performing was that her efforts would be as nothing compared to her partner’s.

She had never done this before, so would the woman become frustrated or mocking as to her feeble efforts?

She wanted to please her, but did she have the necessary skill? Beginner’s luck was her only hope, and it was a cliché she doubted would assist her.

The knot unravelled and she dropped the tie aside. The torn folds of her shirt slipped from her arms and fell to the floor, leaving her torso bare save for the ruined bra.

Removing the straps from her shoulders, she dropped the white underwear and reached back to the button of her pleated skirt.

Keeping her eyes lowered for a moment, she opened the fastening and let the material sheath drop to her feet.

Stepping from it, her bare feet touched the carpet and she folded her arms about herself, stood only in her panties, displayed for the viewing pleasure of the woman.

What was her body compared to that of the female before her? How could she hope to please her, either visually or through amateur sexual antics?

‘Look up at me, Kira,’ demanded the woman, causing a reluctant obedience. ‘Now, remove your underwear and put your hands by your sides,’ she commanded, the words brooking no intolerance, possessed of an edge that made Kira hopelessly obedient to them.

With sloth she hooked her thumbs into the damp material and drew it down, revealing herself in full before stepping out of the flimsy garment.

Straightening up, she returned her eyes to those of her enslaver and put her hands to her sides, covering nothing.

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across the presented girl, following her supple form, admiring it, concocting the deeds she wished her to perform. Goosebumps flashed across her skin as Kira felt the glare, as though it was a physical touch, caressing her skin with the lightest of ethereal brushes.

‘Touch yourself, Kira,’ she bade with a smile.

Kira swallowed and paused, her hands rising a little and then freezing.

‘Go on, start with your breasts and then work your way down,’ she commanded, clearly aware of how difficult it would be for her subject to comply.

Kira relented to the force of will emanating from the woman, and almost of their own accord her hands reached up to her teats, brushing them with her palms before closing to the flesh. With gentle effort she started to please herself as she had done many times in the night – lying beneath her covers, hidden from view, exploring, treating herself to the only real pleasure her life granted.

‘Very good, keep going,’ commented the woman, continuing her scrutiny.

Kira’s hands started to descend, dropping and nestling between her legs. She shuddered at the first touch, the feeling of being watched, of being humbled by this forced display of something that was always so completely secret.

The woman pulled down her thong and removed it, twirling the slender fabric on a raised finger as she re-crossed her legs to hide her naked sex.

‘You still want to kiss me?’ she asked softly.

‘Yes, please, I’ll do my best, I promise,’ rashly stated Kira, the pleasure she was cultivating for herself with the onanism eroding any concerns. The woman was making her do this to have her rendered more amiable to 24

cunnilingus. The woman was playing Kira like an instrument, plucking strings to have her obey.

‘First, an appetiser. Kneel before me, but don’t stop your performance, it pleases me,’ she stated, the confirmation that this goddess was being entertained making Kira even more eager to be compliant.

Kira settled down, her mouth watering with anticipation. The woman reached forward and pulled the thong down over Kira’s head, straightening it so that the crotch hung over her nostrils. Hooking it over her ears to keep it in place, the woman leaned back, the latex clothing adorning her releasing teasing groans with the stretch and pull upon her sumptuous anatomy.

‘We are going to go through the senses,’ she murmured.

‘You are currently working on touch, so now we shall try smell. Smell and continue, and think of what it will feel like and taste like when it comes to the real thing, Kira.’

Closing her eyes, Kira filled her mind with notions of what was to come, drinking in the smell via deep draughts, the scent of the woman’s sex pouring through her like a tidal wave. Her masturbation was bringing her closer to orgasm, the stimulation of this scenario speeding the effects. The creak of latex and vinyl reached her ears again, the sound of the woman moving making Kira’s heart stamp in her chest with hunger.

‘It’s time for sight now, so open your eyes and look while you continue.’

Kira found herself staring at the splayed legs of the woman, her pudenda on display before Kira’s straining eyes, the stockings coating her pale thighs, the basque shimmering above. Looking down at her, the stranger watched with fascination as Kira stared into the cleft of 25

the presented sex, teasing her own as she continued to drink in the smell of the underwear.

‘Now, its time for taste, Kira,’ she decreed, reaching over and pulling the thong from the girl’s head and enclosing a fist to her hair as a reign. Using this mooring, she was steered into the awaiting meal, nuzzling in, the subtle smell infinitely stronger now simply through hunger and proximity, the flavour spilling across Kira’s taste buds as she started to lap.

Looking across the stretched midnight plains of the basque, Kira peered through the twin peaks of black latex breasts and to the face of the woman. The image of her lounging back, her eyes rolling, her mouth broad with a wanton grin burned itself indelibly into Kira’s mind.

The closer she brought herself to climax, the more energetic her tongue became until she howled into the sex of the woman, the orgasm more potent than any she had previously enjoyed. Thrashing on the floor, she tried to keep her actions steady, but it was so difficult, the pleasure was crippling.

As the heat withdrew all life seemed to dribble from her body and she dropped back, collapsing onto the carpet, shaking with wild spasms.

The woman arose and settled beside her, lovingly stroking Kira’s hair as she shook with residual bursts of feeling.

‘Shhhh, my sweet one, everything will be fine, just you wait and see,’ she purred, the lullaby promise causing Kira to drift into an exhausted snooze. ‘Be patient, and be ready when I come for you.’

With a shout she jerked upright in bed, throwing her gaze around to try and find the woman who had filled 26

her to the point of overflow with glorious pleasure.

But the room was empty. Seeking conformation, she jumped from the sheets and dropped to her forsaken school uniform. Her heart sagged in her chest as she lifted up her shirt. The buttons were all in place. With a furious burst of effort she rummaged through the rest.

The bra was still intact, her underwear still clean and fresh.

She wondered if it had all been nothing more than a dream. Torn by the vivid nature of her memories and the physical evidence denying the event, she dropped back into bed, dragging the covers over her.

Dwelling on what she had done, and what had been done to her, she let a hand snake between her legs and once more start to tickle her loins. As she masturbated to a new but lesser climax, she filled her mind’s eye with the image of the woman, the latex-clad succubus that had ambushed her in the night and seduced her with wicked vice.

She had never before thought of herself as inclined sexually in any particular way, it was not something that ever seemed pressing in her life, but now she had tasted another woman and been reformed by it, even if it had only been a phantasm in her own mind.

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The air was thick of moisture, and when she breathed in she could feel the damp pouring into her. Strong light was seeping through her eyelids, and as she tried to open them the intensity proved too painful to tolerate.

She had dwelt solely in darkness for several days now, and any sort of light was alien to her eyes. The exact time she had been on the streets was unknown, her recall hazy and corrupted, affected by the savage delirium that had taken over her psyche.

Awakening suddenly from sleep, she had been afflicted with a hunger the likes of which she had never known.

Once, when she was a child, she had been placed in hospital to have her tonsils out. The sentence of nil by mouth had left her mad, her awareness of her surroundings lost as she begged and lied, tried any deceit to gain water. She had burbled a need to go to the toilet so she might steal water from a tap, steadfastly refusing bedpans, unable to rise, needing help but gaining none.

The new thirst that had torn into her was similar, though far more intense and consuming.

There were a few recollections of stumbling recklessly through slum areas, of finding herself caked in grime from her dizziness. Blood was found upon her without explanation so she hid, and when she felt the sun kiss her body she scrambled into sewer, drain or stinking festering pit to evade it, the merest lick of golden light instantly searing her skin.

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What had happened to her life? She was no doubt fired.

Her rent would be well overdue if she had been away long enough, and she could well be evicted.

Lifting herself up, Kira found her body stiff from lack of use and overlong rest. Her eyes had accustomed a little better, and rubbing them, she started to peer through the dazzling sheet of white, bringing the blurred images into greater focus.

Looking down she discovered herself in a loose white gown of silk, all her other clothes removed. The hastily compiled layers of coats and scarves that helped hide her from view and from the agonising touch of the sun had been lost, removed while she slumbered.

Squinting, she discerned movement and as her eyes gathered full strength once more, she found herself located in opulent splendour.

The circular hall was a vast pool chamber that had been modified steadily towards being some sort of gallery, for the tiled walls were set with flowing mosaics of incredible detail and artistry. The walls had marble pillars placed along them, hiding sections of the spiralling Celtic patterns that curled around equally spaced silver wall sconces. Clusters of candles were set upon the elaborate baroque arms of these fixtures, helping spread an amber haze along the outermost perimeter of the hall. It was this light that had pained her so much, a level of illumination that should have ordinarily been gloomy to her, but because of her recent nocturnal lifestyle and her dwelling in absolute darkness, even this had been an estranged sight.

The pillars rose to the base of the domed ceiling, the serpentine tendrils of dark pattern reaching up to gather and weave about a vast ideogram that dominated the 29

centre. It could have been a Japanese character, but it was far more geometrical, almost like an advanced rune of some lost and forgotten culture.

The barbed symbol hung over the circular pool that filled almost the whole hall. The crystal waters were still, undisturbed, releasing shifting murky banks of scented mist that spiralled through the air, lit from within by the aura of the candles.