Danica Pt. 04

Danica's hand reached out, and she just managed to make contact with his cock with her fingertips. She rubbed them over it whenever she could make contact, as he continued to tease her with his mouth. His increasing passion translated into harder sucks, and his tongue swirled over the pebbled flesh as the tempo of his breathing picked up.

Danica pulled down on her panties and managed to wriggle out of them with some assistance from Arutha. She guided one of his hands down to feel her wetness, and he moaned deeply around her nipple.

She pulled his face up to hers, and then guided him with her hands and legs until his throbbing manhood made contact with her nether lips. She moaned deeply into the hungry kiss they shared as his cock twitched against her sex.

Danica pushed against his chest and forced him upward until he was standing once more next to the bed. She spun around, rolled over, and slid forward to grasp his erect organ when she reached the edge of the bed. He moaned from deep in his throat and put his thumbs on her temples. His other fingers caressed the back of her head as she swirled her tongue over him.

She lapped over his hard flesh until the whole shaft glistened, and then wrapped her lips around the tip. He emitted a broken gasp as she engulfed almost his whole cock in one quick suck, and then let him slip free of her mouth, back to the tip, before swallowing him again.

She looked up at him with a smile in her eyes, and then pulled back enough to wrap her hand around the base. Her hand moved in short, pumping strokes while her lips moved in the opposite direction, sucking him hard. She looked up lustily into his eyes when she could, and echoed his sounds of pleasure around him the whole time.

She pulled back, running her tongue over his glans one last time, and then breathlessly said, "Fuck my mouth and come for me." She wrapped her lips back around him and curled three fingers around the root to keep him from gagging her.

He needed no further encouragement, and thrust into her mouth -- his hands twining in her hair. Danica moaned around his shaft as he slowly built up speed, sliding more of his cock into her mouth every few strokes. He fed her nearly all of him at a fast pace shortly thereafter. She could tell he was getting close by the sound of his grunts.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned around his thrusting cock as she felt him lose his rhythm, and she knew he was there.

"Yes," he half grunted, half growled, as he filled her mouth with the warm reward she sought.

The pitch of Danica's moans shot up as his cream flooded her mouth. She grasped his buttocks, keeping him from escaping her, and sucking for every drop he could give her. When she let him go, he fell forward to catch himself with his hands, gasping brokenly for air.

Danica wiggled her tongue over his slowly softening shaft, causing him to twitch and cry out. Moving out from beneath him where he bent over her on the bed, she licked her lips and asked, "Feel good?"

"Incredible," he answered in a deep, sexy tone and reached out to caress her cheek.

Danica slid back on the bed and rolled over on her back. She parted her nether lips and ran her fingers over her damp folds. "Come taste me. Make me feel good. Make me come."

He took one last long, quavering breath and then climbed onto the bed with a shudder. He slid forward and lowered his eager mouth to her wet heat.

She could tell instantly that he was not inexperienced. He'd obviously been with a woman more than once. She could also tell that he'd not spent too much time with his mouth on a woman. "You're not painting a fence, Dear," she chuckled. "The lips are sensitive. Tease them with the tip of your tongue a little. Suck on them."

Arutha followed her guidance, using the tip of his tongue rather than broad strokes.

"Mmm, that's it -- up and down. There you go. Now, suck them," Danica moaned.

He sucked her labia between his lips, and Danica groaned in delight when he used his tongue to tantalize them at the same time. He might be inexperienced, but he's a fast learner, Danica thought.

"Now slide your tongue inside me. Get it in nice and deep."

He let her slip from between his suckling lips and followed her instructions perfectly.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned. "Now swirl it over my walls. Get a good taste."

Danica's hips rocked up toward his mouth involuntarily now as he tongued her briskly. "Mmm hmm, so good," she encouraged him, the words long and drawn out.

He pulled back, teasing her with the tip of his tongue a little more, and then stabbed back deep inside again. Then he pulled back and sucked her folds yet again. Danica moaned loud and long as he improvised on what she had told him and her juices really started flowing.

She reached down and pulled up on her hood to expose her clit, which was hard and throbbing -- begging for attention. "Right here," she told him. "It's more sensitive than anything else."

She let out a warbling yelp when he sucked her bud between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. She sucked in a deep breath and then cried out, "Oh, yes! That's it. Do it! Mmm, yes." She ground her sex into his face, her arousal spiking.

His tongue darted all over her, tantalizing every single inch of her in a quick, ever-changing assault. He went back to her clit just often enough that Danica felt the pressure within her building fast.

Just as she reached the point of no return, she gripped his head tight, centering his lips over her clit. He sucked it in without a word of instruction and massaged it with his lips. At the same time, he alternated between flicking it quickly with his tongue and slowly rolling it with harder pressure.

Danica exploded into orgasm, drenching his face in her fountain. She held him tight against her, her bottom slamming up and down on the bed and her head lashing back and forth, as ecstasy rolled through her in strong waves.

When her grip on his head weakened, he leaned back to watch her continue to writhe on the bed. He ran his fingers through her juices, which soaked his face. When she at last eased down into minor tremors of pleasure, she beckoned him near and kissed him, while lapping her juices from his face.

"That was amazing," he exclaimed when they broke from a kiss.

"You're a fast learner. Remember what you just did and any woman you are with will surely be coming back for more." Danica moaned and shuddered, as an aftershock hit her.

He rose up to his knees -- doing everything he could to draw attention to his once-again hard manhood.

Danica moaned, "Give it to me," and spread her legs wide.

He slid inside her to the hilt on the first thrust. She was soaked, and he met little resistance as he penetrated her. That changed when he pulled back. Danica clenched her muscles, squeezing him tight as he pulled back to thrust inside her again.

"Feels so good," Danica moaned. "Move it around. Let me feel you -- everywhere."

He leaned a little to the side and received a gasp from her as he slid against the right side of her walls with his next several thrusts.

"That's it, Baby. Give it to me," Danica growled through clenched teeth.

He moved back to center and then raised his hips up a little, pushing downward into her depths as he stroked her. This drew a sharp gasp followed by a hiss of pleasure from Danica. Seeing how she reacted to the subtle changes in how he penetrated her, he kept changing the angle just a bit every so often. He spent a lot of time taking her from the high angle when he saw how strongly she reacted to his cock sliding against her clit in that position.

Danica edged toward climax. "Fuck me. Harder. Faster. Now!"

Arutha centered his hips, spread his knees a bit wider apart, grabbed hold of her hips, and slammed his cock inside her with all his strength.

"Yes!" Danica gasped repeatedly, and then the last transformed into a long, high-pitched squeal as her orgasm took hold of her. She heard him grunt and felt him flood her depths with warm cum through her fog of pleasure. She cried out even louder as the feeling of his cream spurting inside her pushed her to new heights of ecstasy.

Danica's head fell heavily to the pillow a few moments later, and Arutha collapsed on top of her. They were both out of breath, drenched in sweat, and neither of them could summon up the energy to move an inch. It took them both quite some time to move, even enough to let his limp member slide from inside her. It took longer still to leave the bed to clean up.

Danica stripped off the bedclothes, but couldn't find any to replace them. She and Arutha dressed, kissed once more, and walked out the door, going their separate ways.

Danica spent the rest of the day in the library, though she couldn't remember a single thing she read when she returned to her chambers that night and hung her new leather garments in the closet.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica heard a knock on her door not long after she had risen from her bed the next morning. She answered it and saw it was Celes. She opened the door wide and let the woman in.

Danica grabbed her up in a hug once the door closed. "I was worried. I haven't heard from you in so long."

"I'm fine dearie," Celes said, breaking the hug after a few moments. "I was jus' about business an' away."

"I'm so glad you're back," Danica said with a smile. "I want to show you something," she declared, thinking about her two new outfits and the dress Damian had given her, which Celes had not seen.

"Dearie, I... Yer... Danica..." Celes sputtered, trying to get something out. When she said Danica's name, the cackling accent vanished from her voice. Her eyes misted over and she covered her mouth -- sobs shaking her body.

Danica wrapped her arms around Celes again, "Celes, what's wrong? What happened to you?"

The old woman choked off her sobs and stepped back. She held up her hand and took a minute to catch her breath before she spoke. "Danica, your gift... I... It's been so long... I never thought -- ever again... I-I don't know how to thank you," Celes finally managed to force out, with none of her customary accent.

Danica's eyes welled up. They fell into each other's arms and both cried for a few minutes.

"You like it?" Danica asked and sniffled.

"Dear gods, Danica," Celes said with a little shiver running through her. "I've seen that girl Andrea at the baths so many times when Zoraster was torturing me with it. I wanted her so bad. I almost left your present in the box. I was afraid it wouldn't be... I don't know. But, I broke down and put it on. I spoke the command word and she was there. Dear gods -- I had half a dozen people with rooms near mine scowling at me as I was walking here. I can't imagine how much noise I must have been making." Celes' face turned bright red as she finished.

Danica laughed, and then gathered the old woman up in her arms again. They were both still sniffling.

Celes pulled away and said, "Now enough of this silly bawlin'," her accent coming back, in full force. "What were ye goin' on about showin' me, Dearie?"

Danica sniffled one more time and went to the closet, retrieving her new clothes to show to Celes.

Danica showed off the clothes, but didn't put them on. She feared that doing so would be too much of a tease for the tormented woman. They then sat down and spoke of the task Zoraster had ordered Celes to undertake. The door opening interrupted them.

Zoraster walked in and approached Celes. He pulled out his amulet and touched it to hers while she scowled at him. He then said, "Return to your quarters. I have a task for you. You will await my instructions."

Celes left, glancing back inside with a look of worry on her face as she shut the door.

Zoraster's hand curled about the amulet -- his eyes closed in concentration. His eyes opened after a few moments and he moved in to touch the amulet to the one around Danica's neck.

He didn't slip into the pseudo-trance this time, but instead sat down heavily in his accustomed chair and scowled at Danica. "I would suggest you do not ever -- ever -- seek to circumnavigate my torments again," Zoraster spat.

He then composed himself somewhat and relaxed in his chair more. "I can still feel her torment," he said, tapping the amulet. "So, I shall not punish you. Perhaps the little false moments of release she receives from your toy will make her a little less bitchy. I will allow her to keep it. Remember my warning, little rose."

"Gods, you are an arrogant fuck," Danica muttered beneath her breath.

Zoraster crossed the room and the back of his hand connected with Danica, before she even had time to react. The force of the blow sent her spinning off the bed to the floor. She felt -- and tasted -- blood in her mouth.

"You little bitch, I..." Zoraster bit off whatever he was about to say and Danica heard his footsteps crossing the room, followed by him sitting down hard in the chair.

Danica groggily managed to get up to her knees. She glanced over and saw Zoraster gesturing impatiently for her to get up.

Danica slowly climbed back up on the bed. Once she was seated, she felt the amulet around her neck grow cold, quickly followed by the chill permeating her lip where it was busted. The wound closed.

"Though it is nearly time for you to return to the Castle to complete your task there, I have another for you," Zoraster said -- his normal, calm, somewhat amused demeanor returning. "You shall go down into the city and seek out this man, known only as Telanor." He gestured and an illusion of a man appeared near Danica.

She looked carefully at the image. He was short, wiry, and had a cunning look on his face. He was neither handsome, nor ugly. She noticed he had a dark tattoo of a spider on his right forearm -- a black widow.

"Remember him well -- especially the spider on his arm. That if nothing else will guarantee you have found the correct man. Bring him here. I care not how. Then keep him here until I come for him. You shall receive the freedom to go into the city, but only with permission granted beforehand. Leave whenever you are ready, but do so quickly. I want this man within these walls before the sun rises tomorrow morning."

Danica nodded her understanding.

"Very well. Good day, little rose, and good hunting," he said with a laugh. He tossed a purse to her, which jingled heavily when it hit the bed next to her. Zoraster was already reaching for the door when the purse landed.

Danica remembered the first time he had struck her with such violence, as she watched the door shut. I take it that you don't like being called a 'fuck', Danica thought.

The man had weaknesses after all.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica considered how to go about her task. She slid on all her magical rings and then pulled a gown from the closet that showed off her curves. It was not too fancy to be wandering around town in, but not plain garb. The dress was in earthy tones, so it would be her and not the gown that would stand out.

Her hand brushed against her new corset and panties as she put the hanger from the gown back in. On impulse -- really just wanting to wear them -- she pulled them from the closet as well.

She changed her clothes, and found that the way the corset cinched her waist and lifted her breasts made the dress look even more alluring on her. She smiled and spun, letting the hem of the gown twirl around her.

Danica decided she was as prepared as she could be on such short notice. She knew she could return here for anything she might decide she needed, and so set off for the city.

She left the main building and crossed the grounds, striding confidently toward the main gate. The guards glanced at her, but made no move to impede her. She passed through the gates and stepped onto the road that led down the hill to the city.

Danica smiled and breathed deeply. Somehow, the air seemed fresher here outside the walls of her prison. She was a prisoner still -- but for the moment, she allowed herself to feel free as she walked away from the complex.

Danica started looking for the man as soon as she stepped onto the city streets. She wandered around the town, stopping at various shops to browse their wares. She purchased a few small items to avoid arousing suspicion about why she was wandering around alone.

Late afternoon crept up on Danica, and she still had not seen the man she sought. How am I supposed to find one man in a city this size in one day? Danica thought to herself in frustration, adding a little mental curse.

She thought about the man's appearance, and decided that he might not be in the better part of the city. Acting on that thought, Danica made her way into the poorer quarter of town.

She was more out of place here the way she was dressed, but apparently not enough to arouse too much suspicion. The shady shopkeepers here appeared quite glad to see her, and she played the naive girl in order to reinforce their notion. She paid far more than she should have for the few trinkets she purchased here and there.

Acting on another flash of inspiration, she visited the taverns in the poor quarter. In each, she purchased wine and sat down just long enough to scan the entire room. She drank only a little of the poor wine each time she ordered, carefully disposing of the rest when nobody was looking. Still, she was becoming a little tipsy by the time she stepped outside of one tavern into the last light of the setting sun.

She cursed silently, This is impossible. She was nearly ready to give up when she noticed a large crowd lining up and waiting to enter the largest tavern in the area. It bordered on the better part of the city, and was one of the largest taverns she had ever seen.

Danica could hear an incredible amount of noise in the place, and the people just kept coming. Thinking that a large crowd might draw the sort of man she was looking for, Danica joined the queue in front of the establishment.

She noticed that every man tossed a gold coin into a glass bowl as he entered. The men at the door greeted women warmly, asking for no coin. They admitted Danica with a warm smile and an animated greeting. She heard one of the men at the doors say, "I hope she'll be tryin' for the gold this evening."

The common room was huge. There were a lot of tables within, and even more sat on balconies above the main floor. Elegant staircases led up to the balconies. The bar was a square in the center of the common room, and it was busy. Waitresses in tight blouses, unbuttoned low, swept through the crowds delivering drinks and food.

Danica noticed there were not very many women inside. The ratio was approximately twenty to one by her best guess. Some women sat alone in groups, while others sat with large groups of men who were busy ogling the women.

Danica felt eyes on her as well. She ascended one of the staircases to get a better view of the whole room. When she reached the top, she leaned against the rail and looked over the crowd. Her eyes went wide with surprise and delight when she saw a man who looked like the one she sought sitting in a corner of the tavern.

Danica quickly descended the opposite stairs and managed to find a seat nearby. She talked briefly with the two men and the woman who sat at the table. When it became obvious that Danica wasn't much interested in talking, the men turned their full attention back to the flirty blonde woman.

Glancing over at her potential target, Danica noticed the spider on the man's arm and knew she had the right one. She ordered a glass of wine, and she was pleasantly surprised to find it very good.

She drank her wine, glancing in the man's direction flirtatiously, hoping to catch his attention. He was looking right at her, but he seemed to be looking through her, lost in thought.