Back to Basics

"Uhh..." He looked at her a little strangely. "I don't think so. I mean, not beyond Amara and Anabelle, obviously."
"Right right, of course. Well, from what I can tell it's uh, nothing worrying and should... wear off over the next... day or so," She said, pausing between words. "It's nothing serious to worry about Threos," She assured him before looking back at the confused halfling behind her and grinning slightly.
"But Val wh-" Barrich began, but was interrupted by her, who spoke over him towards Threos.
"I'd look at dealing with your usual duties today as though everything was normal. try not to think about it too much, okay?"

Threos looked between the two of them, still evidently more than a little concerned. "Well, I mean if you say so Val... as long as Ane's not mad at me, then it's fine I guess..." he mumbled, looking at his hooves shuffling along the floor. "Some of the things she said were a little scary so... I guess I was just worried I'd done something wrong."
Val shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry, Threos. Ane is very upfront if she's angry or if someone says something she doesn't like. If she was angry, she'd tell you. She's not the kind to stay quiet anymore."
"Yeah, just like I said before," Barrich added. "Don't worry T, I'm sure things'll be back to normal like Val said," he spoke, clearly a little suspicious himself; but not pushing the subject.

"You're probably both right," Threos laughed, albeit still a little nervously. "I just kinda assumed she must have been mad when she threatened me with a pair of manacles and a blindfold," His laughter died out as he looked back to see the two halfling's reactions.

Val giggled slightly and had gone a light shade of red while Barrich just shrugged and shook his head, used to hearing outlandish and shocking things about the couple.

"Ugh," Threos scruffed his hair. "I wish this wasn't so complicated, but I... I guess I trust Ane so it's okay. I know she wouldn't do anything bad to me," he sighed. "Thanks anyway, you guys. I guess I'll just put it out of my mind for now... I can talk to her about it later. I just don't want to disappoint her, y'know?" he glanced back up at them again.
Both of them nodded before Val stepped forward slightly and whispered. "I don't think you need to worry about that," before she quickly hopped back. "Well, I think it's time I got back to work. you too, Barrich."
"But wh-" Barrich started in response.
"It's best if you don't know," Val giggled as she walked passed him. "I'll come by tonight before dinner to pick up Ama, okay Threos?"

"Yeah, okay," Threos' smile finally returned. "She was really excited to see you both, so I guess I'll see you then." He began to move through the door, both of the halflings moving aside to give him room. "Thanks again," he said. "Both of you."
"Anytime, T. Glad we could uh, be of help? ....Were we of help?" Barrich asked, turning to Val who nodded quickly.
"I'll see you later, Threos. Have fun," she said as she hurriedly left the room and dashed passed the satyr, pulling Barrich along by his arm.

"B-bye," Threos called out, although they probably didn't hear him. Val had been moving pretty quickly. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the whole affair. Val had told him not to worry; but he was still just about as confused now as he was this morning; if not more so. He decided to take Vaalyn's advice, however; and focus on work for now. He had a few deliveries to make around town before he could head home, so he'd worry about that for the moment. He'd just have to hope Ane didn't say anything else confusing when he did get home. And if she did he'd have to swallow his pride and ask her... or just go along with it. He hadn't decided which, yet.

That evening Anabelle hadn't once brought up her comments from the morning. Threos was grateful for that, at least; because he hadn't had to ask her about them or worse; pretend he had any semblance of understanding so as not to disappoint her, since she'd said she was ever so desperately looking forward to it. What sort of man would he be to let his wife down like that? As long as it didn't require too much preparation on his part, he thought that maybe he could wing it; whatever it was.

There was, however, the daunting issue that he could only be glad she hadn't mentioned it for so long, because Vaalyn had just come over and taken Amara for her fortnightly sleepover with her and Barrich. While she had been there, Threos had considered asking her about the subject again, but ended up avoiding it in favour of subtlety.

Just before she'd left, Vaalyn had made a comment to Anabelle about 'enjoying herself this evening', and said that she could keep Amara for another night if necessary. Anabelle seemed to giggle knowingly, but said that it was fine, thanking her for the offer regardless. After that there was nothing besides goodbyes and good nights before Vaalyn and Amara were gone, walking on down the road having just closed the door behind them; leaving Anabelle and Threos completely alone.

There was a moment where Threos just stood there, watching after the now closed door, before Anabelle jumped him. She leapt from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning most of her weight on him.

"W-woah, hey," he said, a little startled.

She giggled a little bit, smirking at him. "So, you know what comes next, right?"

"Uh..." Threos thought of admitting that he really didn't know for a moment, before she dropped down again, slipping her arms around his waist and up under his shirt, her hands climbing up his chest all of a sudden, alarming him. "W-what are you-" he tried to ask her what she was doing, but his voice hitched further in alarm as she pressed up one of her legs in between his. What is this?! His mind was racing. He had no idea what she was doing, or rather what she was planning to do, but it was making him feel really... weird.
Her hands were sliding all over him, and he was squirming under her touch. "A-anabelle..." he almost whimpered. She wore a mischievous smile, as she forcefully spun him around so he was facing her. She then placed her hands back on his chest, pushing him across the room until he fell, stumbling onto the couch. Before he could speak up again, she leant over him, her face extremely close to his, like a predator. He was staring into her playful eyes with his own slightly startled and confused ones, and didn't see her hands move under his shirt again; although he definitely felt it. He tried to speak but all that came out were shocked gasps.

"This is getting in the way," she said in a voice that didn't even sound like her. It was kind of... deep and sultry. Not at all the way she usually spoke. Without any hesitation, she began to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders. He moved his arms so that she could, although he didn't know what it was she had in mind, and why he couldn't wear his shirt for it. He did know, however; that there was a morbidly curious side of him that kind of wanted to find out.

Anabelle tossed his shirt to the ground, deciding that it was entirely unnecessary from this point on. She then moved in, spreading her legs apart and ever so slowly straddling his hips. She used one hands briefly to push him against the back of the couch, before she began to remove her own shirt, revealing a rather showy undergarment. It was black, lacy, and tied together at the front with a silk ribbon; but honestly didn't leave much to the imagination. Without waiting for him to comment on her latest purchase, Anabelle slid her body closer to his, squishing their chests together. Threos glanced down quickly, clearly surprised by the sensation, before looking back up just in time to see her mouth delve towards his neck. All of a sudden, he could feel something wet and slimy leaving trails of saliva along his neck and jawline. Is that her tongue?! Why would she- His mind failed to finish that thought as his head almost involuntarily tilted upwards, like he had no say over his own movements. Anabelle continued to run her tongue under his jaw, following the line all the way up to his chin before moving back to the other side, causing his head to tilt in the opposite direction, giving her all the access she needed. A few times Threos tried to speak up, but his mind continued to blur out any legible sentences, and it became increasingly hard to focus on any one thought. Instead, what came out was closer to a whine. Anabelle pulled back from her work for a moment, moving herself a little closer with a few shifts of her hips, which made Threos' abdomen tighten in an almost uncomfortable feeling that he was not familiar with. She used one of her hands to grip his horn, pushing his head back, deliberately moving it in a way so that she could reach the spot right in between the side of his jawbone and just beneath his left ear with her mouth. At first she merely pressed her lips up against his skin, and instantly he felt more of a reaction. Something about that spot in particular felt different; almost filling Threos with a sense of ecstasy at a single touch. Anabelle however, clearly wasn't satisfied with the single gasp he let out at her gesture; before she dove back in again, this time licking slowly upwards, while applying a little more pressure than before; causing Threos to twitch, his listless hands clinging to the couch beneath him. Anabelle continued a few more times, still holding his head in place with her hand tightly wrapped around his horn, which; to be honest, was not really something most people would be able to get away with to a satyr. He would begin to moan out in pure pleasure when she planted her soft lips against his skin, pressing with her tongue and grazing him gently with her teeth. Eventually she pushed down a little harder, and locked her lips around this more sensitive spot, sucking on it hard. Threos let out what could only be described as a scream, shocked by the sudden waves of euphoria that washed through his entire body. He was shaking, but her hold on his position prevented him from being able to move away, try as he might; his hands grasping desperately at her, but not having the strength to actually do anything about it. Eventually she removed her mouth, pulling back and smiling at her work; seeing Threos leaning back on the couch underneath her, head lolled to the side, eyelids half closed and panting for breath.

Anabelle moved her face up closer to his, snaking her body along his in the process. She leant closer, licking up the saliva that had trailed from his mouth.

"Ah- ah- Anabelle..." The currently vulnerable satyr managed to speak. "Wha... wha..." his breathing was still thick and unsteady, but his eyes turned to face her, even though his head remained where it was. "...What was that..?" he eventually formed an understandable question.

Anabelle smiled in a way that Threos could only have called dangerous. "That, Threos;" She addressed him in her honey-soaked voice. "Was only the beginning."

Threos felt something in the pit of his stomach drop. He couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing, but he knew one thing for sure; and that was that he had succumbed to her complete mercy. He just silently prayed that she wouldn't use that power against him, as he wasn't convinced he had any control over the matter any longer.

Anabelle's fingers trailed along the shape of his horn, rolling in and out of it's curves. There was something about the way she was doing it that Threos found almost enchanting. It helped that she was staring directly at him with her own breathtaking eyes. His gaze began to wander as he watched her tongue slip from her mouth, slowly and tantalizingly sliding over her supple lips, occasionally leaving her mouth hanging open for a moment so he could see inside her mouth, before biting her lower lip with her teeth, which Threos found equally as enrapturing for reasons he couldn't explain. Anabelle noticed his eyes flittering from one location to another, and decided to pull back from him, still straddling his legs tightly with both of hers, offering him little escape. As she moved back she gave him an expression he couldn't quite read, almost suggestive in nature. Threos watched on with his mouth parted as she slowly moved her hands to her body, and began sliding them up and around her curves, her fingers slowly making their way further up to her chest. She moved her hands to the front, barely giving the black ribbon a tug before the whole thing fell apart, leaving her entirely exposed in front of him. Making sure Threos had full view, she began to work her breasts, caressing them and squeezing them with her hands. Threos watched on, transfixed, as she gave her best performance. She had her eyes closed, simply enjoying the experience of pleasuring herself in front of him. She circled and pressed her now erect nipples, her fingers like a paintbrush on the canvas of her body; as Threos watched this incandescent work of art come to life right in front of his eyes.

Anabelle's mouth continued moving too, usually settling on gently parted open, as though she were searching for something missing with it, her tongue occasionally jutting out in desire. One of her hands slowly traced a line down to her navel, pushing past to her skirt, which was now heaped up around her hips. She briefly paused her rhythmatic movements, pulling herself up off of him for a moment to pull her skirt away, and then her black lacy panties as well; clearly having decided that they were obsolete at this point.

With a shocking realisation, Threos noticed that she was leaking. She didn't seem to be too alarmed though; so he thought that maybe it wasn't a problem. Not that he really knew what it meant. He didn't really have much time to ponder it.

Anabelle resumed her position, this time placing a hand on either of his knees, pushing them apart slightly so that she would fit between. She leant forward, head near the base his abdomen, evidently a lot closer to where the sensations Threos was experiencing were quite clearly culminating. She rubbed her whole torso across his arousal, causing him to intake a sharp breath, before her ever-wandering hands were able to find his; pulling his right hand closer to her face, before enveloping two of his fingers entirely into her mouth, sucking on them forcefully. There was something about it, or just the way she was doing it, that made something click in Threos' mind; and he found it incredibly stimulating. He could feel her tongue spinning about his fingers, lapping at them inside her mouth while she sucked them in and out, sometimes stopping to lick them with an open mouth before taking them in again.

Threos tentatively reached out his other hand, not really sure where he was going with this. It felt incredible when she put her hands on him; or her anything really, and he could only hope that it would feel as electrifying for her if he were to do the same. While his right hand was currently... occupied; he gently touched her back, skimming his fingers along her skin. She seemed pleased enough, as she practically purred around him; eyes flittering up to see his nervous expression. He felt the corners of her lips tugging into what he assumed was a smile, before she pulled his fingers out of her mouth for the last time. His hand left her back momentarily, thinking that maybe he'd done something wrong and that's why she'd stopped- but she simply seemed to be readjusting herself again, sitting up for a moment and straddling herself on one of his legs this time, seemingly squeezing it with her thighs tightly, before she moved her arms up to find his; and guide them to her waist, allowing him to touch her in return.

"Threos..." she said, her eyes closed.

"Y-yes?" his voice was considerably higher right now than was normal for him.

"...Threos..." she repeated, smiling as she called his name, she said it in a way that signified longing; as though they'd been apart for a long time, and she desired his presence again.

"Wh-what is it?" He finally asked, more than a little confused by this point.

"Mmm..." she hummed, "I love the sound of your name," she explained, her eyes flitting open again. The way she spoke was downright sensual, and he was just now getting this.

"A-Anabelle," he spoke her name with little confidence.

She smirked, letting her eyelids fall shut again. She moaned in a way that was near desperate; teasing him further.

"...Anabelle," Threos tried once more, this time said like a breath on the wind; his voice carrying just far enough for her to hear.

Again, she rewarded him with a sweet moan, her hands sliding along her body once more, this time going in separate directions. One travelled up her curves, again groping at her breast, the other journeyed further down, around her dips, dancing playfully around before heading to it's final destination between her legs.

This time, instead of simply watching; Threos hesitantly allowed his hands the right of exploration, seeing as she'd been okay with it. They moved about her shapely body, just feeling. Her skin was so smooth, like silk; although for some reason he felt like he hadn't noticed that before. Instead of stressing the subject, he decided to let it go for now; and focus on the more tantalizing task at hand.

Anabelle had become more vocal, making little gasps every so often as she both played with herself using her fingers, and was driving herself against his leg in a thrusting motion, clenching her thighs around his own to create an intoxicating friction when she moved. Her other hand had wandered, moving up to her lips again. She seemed genuinely lost in the feeling, and at a volume that Threos only just picked up, he heard her say, "Kiss me," ever so erotically.

Threos looked confused for a moment, not really sure what he was supposed to do, before Anabelle almost groaned as though she'd just remembered something, and paused only momentarily to pull herself closer to him again, tugging his head a little closer with a hand around his neck, and locking their lips together.

The kiss wasn't like the feather light pecks Threos was used to at all; it was hungry and ravenous, as though she needed this mouth to keep breathing. He let her take the lead; as she had done all evening, (considering he still wasn't clear on what was happening, but was past a point where he was willing to question it,) and went along with whatever she wanted, including the sucking, clashing of tongues and vocalization of their shared pleasure right now. Anabelle was now rubbing herself up against his erection, and it was making it a little hard to concentrate. He was glad that there wasn't some sort of direct formula that he had to follow, and he could just do this all on impulse; because he didn't think he had the brainpower to keep it all up at once. He had heard Vaalyn once say that women were better at multitasking than men; and right now he fully believed that.

Anabelle began to quiver in his grasp, pulling away from the kiss; her voice becoming louder with each movement of her lower half, almost as though she couldn't help it. Threos began pushing back against her thrusts, bucking his hips in time with hers. She seemed to react instantly, relishing the buzzing feeling all over, and singing out in a chorus of louder screams. Clumsily, she moved her arms to his, guiding them lower and lower until they rested on her rear, basically cupping her in place, and moving along with her.
Getting the drift, Threos took a deep breath and began to control her erratic movements with his well-built arms, grinding her against his leg back and forth; both of them almost involuntarily bucking at this point. Within seconds she'd dropped her head to his shoulder, her arms curled around his back, nails scratching at the nape of his neck. As if to muffle the moans and steady herself, she bit down hard onto his shoulder, leaving quite the mark.