A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 92: Found

"I want you on the bed," she told him softly. "Come out of the bath."

"I am thoroughly yours, mistress," he said gratefully. It was still his training, of course, but genuinely heartfelt, not just feigned.

During this exchange, Jhul stepped out of the basin and magically dried herself off, doing the same for Solerin once he was out as well. Gladly, he accepted her drying him off, and embraced her once more, their bodies now soft, supple, clean, and dry against each other, flesh rubbing against flesh. His erection slipped between her thighs to rub against her womanhood as he waited for her to push him down onto the bed.

Her treatment of him was at least causing him to grow bolder, this much she could tell. She had not asked for him to embrace her before they got on the bed as she indicated wanting. Jhul decided that she liked this. Caleldir had spoiled her, it seemed. She had grown used to his independence. The noblewoman began kissing him anew as she maneuvered the male to the bed, then gently helped him to lie down across it as she followed to lie on top of him.

The teasing lack of connection was at an end, though, as Jhul really was nearly desperately horny by that time. She aligned their sexes, and he easily slipped inside her dripping wet, aroused core. That was when she had to stop kissing him, as it was growing difficult to breathe with how ragged they were both becoming.

Solerin seldom disliked the sensation of slipping inside an aroused woman, but with some of the women he had been with it was an antagonistic, feral thing, a small burst of pleasure in an otherwise unpleasant encounter that was only given as a not necessarily welcome side-effect of their own pleasure. With Jhul'une, he greeted her core with hips thrust forward to meet her, grateful to finally have found a sheath for his hungry sword.

"Fuck me," she panted into his ear even as her hips began to rock back and forth against him.

"My pleasure," he said in sincere reply. He began rocking his hips back and forth in time with hers, their bodies not so much slapping against each other as undulating together.

The feel of his hips coming up to meet hers cause Jhul to groan. It was a supremely pleasured sound. No longer did she wonder if he was doing this because she told him to, or if he wanted to. Clearly, he wanted her. It was intoxicating to feel wanted -- and it was a feeling that Jhul rarely felt with her line of work and family. She pulled her face back just enough to look into Solerin's eyes as they fucked. No longer did she care about the scandal that would arise from her 'getting too attached.' Jhul only felt the pleasure of the moment.

It... it was strange, gazing into a woman's eyes while he had sex with her. Strange and wonderful. This was not just fucking, this might be what the surfacers called 'making love', and it was a sublime thing, superior to the animalistic furor with which most of their kind tended to force themselves on each other. He moaned in earnest pleasure, before going silent to simply meet her eyes with his scarlet ones, eyes that had just a bit of purple flecked amongst the crimson.

With surprising speed, she felt that familiar tension in her sex, the harbinger of coming orgasm. Only then did she drop her head against the male's shoulder and truly concentrated on moving their bodies to maximize the pleasure. Soon after, pleasure overtook her mind and body. Jhul didn't even notice that she was clinging to him as her frame shook with climax.

He, trained as he was, could stave off orgasm almost indefinitely to satisfy his mistresses, but as she came close to completion, and he began to feel the tell-tale shuddering of climax, he released his own seed, gasping into her shoulder as he surrendered to her body.

Jhul would not call what they were doing 'making love,' not even in her wildest nightmares. But it did feel a bit different. He was not someone who she knew the story of. She only knew his first name. Even still, she felt an odd connection with Solerin when both submitted to pleasure together.

Solerin felt unusually happy and contented as he cuddled up to the strange woman, both basking in the togetherness of mutual orgasm. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, and squeezed her to him a little bit harder.

It took her a while to recover from the powerful orgasm of pleasure finally allowed after it had been denied for so long. When she did, she slowly, carefully sat up with the male's member still inside of her.

"Would you- would you like to spend the rest of the cycle with me?" she asked -- truly asked, not ordered.

"It would be an honor, mistress," he said sincerely. "I am at your pleasure as long as you wish."