Double Helix Ch. 17

"Oh? And what did Norm say? Was he angry with you?"

"No. If anything, he grew very concerned. He is afraid that you might still be in an emotionally vulnerable state."

"Well, that's true enough," I said. "You know I'm not over your boyfriend."

"Yes," she said, "I know. The past months have been...difficult for you."

I laughed. "You could say that. For a while, all I could think about was how much it hurt. Then I just thought about how much I hated him. I'm past that now, but I still think of him all the time. That's why I throw myself into work. It's my escape."

Tilly smiled wryly. "Mine too, at least today. If you couldn't tell, I spent all day writing code because I was avoiding you. It's been getting harder to hide the way I feel, but I've been terrified that you wouldn't feel the same way. I wanted you, badly, but I've never gotten a hint that you even considered it with me."

I started to regret coming to sit by her. Having her this close was making it hard to think. My voice had a dreamlike quality when I spoke. "These last two months, I've tried very hard not to think about sex at all. When I did, my mind always went back to him. I couldn't even masturbate without seeing him in my fantasies." I shuddered as a wave of desire crashed through me. The tingling, pulsing need was centered on my clitoris, but my whole body craved to be touched. "I guess it's catching up to me now."

Tilly drew in a shaky breath. "I can feel that." Her exhale came out in a quavering moan. "How can you stand it?"

For answer, I leaned into her and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss we had shared earlier was chaste in comparison to this. This time, I was the aggressor, exploring the erotic depths of her mouth with the tip of my tongue. She responded with little gasps and whines, as if it were her sex that was being sensually caressed, rather than her lips and tongue. It made me hotter, made me want her even more. My gentle strokes became probing thrusts, and my hands roamed her body, caressing and squeezing. Her knees spread wide in invitation, but I somehow resisted the urge to slip a hand beneath her dress.

When I broke off, her cheeks glowed scarlet and her lips shone a dark shade of crimson. "Oh, God, Nissi," she panted. "I almost came."

A sound, half growl, half moan, came from my throat. "One question," I gasped. "Do you have permission? Is he alright with this?"

Her head bobbed in a nod, her eyes glued to my face. "Please," she said.

It took an effort of will to stand up, and I drew her with me. "My bedroom," I said, "come on."

She kept her hand clasped firmly in mine as we climbed the stairs and all but dashed down the hall to the last bedroom on the left. My passion didn't cool in the slightest, and I began to strip my new lover of her clothing the moment that the door hit the jam behind us. My pussy screamed for attention, but what consumed my thoughts was the implacable desire to make Tilly cry out in ecstasy.

I unzipped the back of her dress and tugged the straps from her shoulders. The flowing blue cloth fell away to puddle at her feet. She reached for me then, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me down to meet her in a kiss. Her lips were so warm and still wet from the last kiss we had shared. We had swapped roles once more, and she now made love to my mouth, penetrating me as forcefully as I had her a minute ago. My pussy squeezed down hard, sending a wave of pleasure up my body. I moaned into her mouth and was answered in kind, her brain recreating my own sensations in her.

Determined to finish what I had started, my arms, already at her back, found the clasps of her bra and began to undo them. Once complete, I lifted my head from our kiss and slipped the garment past her shoulders.Tilly reached behind me to undo my own fastenings, but I forestalled her, taking her by the shoulders and driving her backwards toward the bed. My kiss pacified her from continuing her efforts, and when her knees struck the edge of the mattress, I didn't relent, breaking the kiss to lie her gently on her back.

I straightened to look down on her, drinking in the view of her body. Her breasts, creamy white mounds with pert pink nipples, looked so soft and inviting. I could imagine falling asleep cradled against that chest, but that thought hardly even landed in my consciousness as a sudden hunger stole over me. I put a knee on either side of Tilly's thighs, straddling her body, and lowered my head to her chest. I gave her a few teasing nibbles at the soft flesh of one breast, which made Tilly put her arms around me and gasp. My lips quickly found the firm nub of her nipple and I drew it into my mouth. She shuddered and moaned as I began to gently flick the tip with my tongue and suckled. "Nissi, oh, Nissi, yes," she breathed. "Yes."

I began using my fingers on her other breast, lightly pinching and pulling at her nipple. Tilly's cries rose, higher and higher, as I plied her insistently. "Ni-Nissi," she stammered, "I...I'm..."

I pushed on and through as her body stiffened, her back arching off the bed. Her words were lost in a moan that rose to a keening cry. She was responsive! Maybe she hadn't been exaggerating about nearly having an orgasm just from a kiss. I knew it was wrong of me, but I couldn't help myself. As she came down, I leaned close to kiss her neck and spoke into her ear. "Has he ever done that to you?"

"Norm?" she breathed. "N-no."

I allowed myself a satisfied grin as I rose to my knees and stepped to the floor. Her panties were pink with a bit of white lace and a little pink bow. Cute and sexy, just like Tilly herself. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled, working them down her hips. She pushed up with her legs to give me easier access and then lifted them so that I could slip them off. Her feet came down on the bed with her thighs pressed together, and I saw her watching me with a playful grin. "Don't you think you are a bit overdressed?" she asked. For answer, I silently drank in the sight of her naked body.

Genemods tend to be above average in their appearance, simply due to the fact that our chromosomes get cleansed of all the junk that the rest of humanity has to put up with, and some models emphasize physical beauty even more, selecting for traits like the ideal hip-to-waist-to-chest ratio, bilateral symmetry, and shapely legs.

I don't think Tilly's designers went that route. Her figure was more of an hourglass than mine, not surprising given that elves are rather slender. Her breasts were full but not ponderous, and her limbs were toned and sleek like a swimmer's. You could call her face beautiful, but I would describe it more as achingly cute, with a little button of a nose, large, brown eyes you could get lost in, and a mouth with just a hint of a pout. What made me pause to take notice, though, was the way she somehow managed to blend together sensuality and reticence, her movements smooth and lazy like a cat's, even as she bit her lip coquettishly.

"In a minute," I said. I placed a hand on each of her knees and pushed gently, as though carefully pulling back the wrapping of a Christmas gift. She yielded to me, allowing her legs to part. I could see her watching me as I knelt, captivated by the mystery of her womanhood as it was revealed to me. LIke her, it played at being coy, a pair of cute pink lips with the inner labia barely peeking out and framed by a neatly-trimmed patch of dark fur above.

I leaned over and placed a kiss on her leg, on the inside and just above her knee, my lips barely brushing her skin. She squirmed slightly and giggled. "That tickles."

"I think you'll like the way I tickle you," I said, placing my next kiss on the creamy soft skin of her inner thigh. That brought a raspy moan from her, and I watched her eyes close and slowly open once more. I moved closer still to my prize, taking my time to nibble and run my tongue over the crease where her leg joined with her body. Her musk filled my nose, not pungent but nuanced and delicate in its feminine aroma.

My next kiss alighted upon the tender-sweet lips of her sex. They were slick with her arousal, just like my own, and I extended my tongue to taste her. That slight acidic tang, the taste of a woman, forbidden and alluring, finally broke through my restraint. I groaned in heated desire as I lapped at her. My own pussy felt heavy and wet, pulsing and tingling in faint echo of the sensations that wracked her supine form. "So good," she murmured between shuddering gasps.

Two of my fingers slid easily into her, so I added a third, holding my palm upright and cupping them on the outstroke, teasing a spot on the roof of her pussy that grew more firm beneath my fingers. She begin to quiver and thrash at that, as though she were about to go over the edge, so I backed off with my mouth and kept my fingers still inside her. Her body quieted after a few tense moments where I thought she might climax anyway, stimulation or no.

I waited until her breathing had slowed and she opened her eyes to gaze a question at me. That's when I withdrew, pressed my thumb to my fingertips and carefully began to push my hand into her. It is fortunate that I am an elf, with long, slender fingers and dainty hands, because she took me, but only just barely. I went very slowly: push in a fraction of an inch, wait four heartbeats, then push again. First my fingers, then my whole hand gradually slipped into her warm depths.

I could tell from my new lover's reaction that the sensations were intense. She kept repeating my name over and over, and though there might have been a bit of pain, I persisted, and I grinned in triumph at seeing that she had taken me all the way to the wrist. I felt little ripples of movement where her pussy fluttered against my hand. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Nissi," she said again, swallowed, then said. "It's full. So good." Those little ripples were coming faster now. "You're stretching me, but it's...ah...it's..." Her voice rose higher in pitch as she threw her head back. Her pussy clenched down on my hand, so hard that I winced. It relaxed, then clenched again, even harder. "Nis-si!" she cried as she squeezed my hand again, her legs jerking and her whole body wracked with spasms "Please! Oh, God please, Nissi! I can't! It's too much!"

I resisted the impulse to jerk my hand back out of her and possibly bring her injury. Instead, I used my other hand to steady her body as much as I could and slowly extracted my hand from her. Even after my fingers were clear, she continued to thrash and scream for several seconds, incoherent with what I hoped was pleasure. She quickly came down from that unbearable peak, but continued to shake and moan for what had to have been several minutes.

I had heard those sounds from her many times before, as she and Norm made love in the other room. But being right here with her as it happened made me feel like we had just shared something sacred, an experience that forged a bond between us. No wonder Norm had fallen for her. Being the one to bring another person that much pleasure was intoxicating.

Tilly went quiet and I lay down next to her, stretching an arm across her body and putting one leg over hers. "I can't move," she said, her words slurring slightly.

"Broke your spine, did I?" I asked with a laugh. "Don't you just hate when that happens?"

She jerked spasmodically, and I drew back in alarm until I realized that she was laughing silently. She opened her eyes and her mouth cracked into a grin. I had no choice but to laugh along with her. When the giggles finally subsided, I had to wipe tears from my eyes.

"I didn't mean to completely lose it," she said. "I didn't know that would happen. Normally that only happens when Nor-when I orgasm at the same time as the person I'm with. It takes a lot out of me."

"It was wonderful," I said, and kissed her cheek. "Beautiful, even. I'm glad I got to see it." I kissed her again, closer to her mouth. "Hear it." Closer still. "And feel it." And I reached her lips, letting her taste herself on me as we kissed, slow and sensual.

I sighed as I let her go and sank back into the bed. "It was worth it."

"Oh, I didn't mean that I'm finished," she said, rolling to her side to face me and propping herself with an elbow. "We're just getting started. But if you don't let me get you out of these clothes, I'm going to have to really get creative."

I laughed and gamely rose from the bed to let her strip me of my green dress. She turned me around and held me against her for a moment, letting the warmth of our bodies melt into each othe. My arousal had cooled slightly, but feeling her stiffened nipples against my back brought it roaring back. She reached around to the middle of my chest, found the clasp there and released it. Her hands pushed back the fabric and her palms each cupped one of my breasts, drawing a sigh out of me.

Finally my body was receiving the attention it had been craving. I swear that I could actually feel new wetness flooding my pussy, My panties had soaked through completely already, and cooling streaks of liquid coated my thighs. I wanted to cum so badly that I ached for it.

Tilly's fingers came to points, capturing my nipples, and she began to gently squeeze and roll them, making my knees melt. She kissed my back, near the top of one shoulder blade. I felt her strain slightly and she placed another a bit higher, but still short of my neck and she made a little growl of annoyance in her throat. I could guess her problem. She was a good eight or nine inches shorter than me.

I spun suddenly in her grasp so that I faced her. She looked up at me, grinning, as it became clear that our height difference in this position now offered wonderful possibilities. I moaned in appreciation as she immediately took advantage of the situation, closing her mouth around one nipple that seemed almost perfectly placed for her. I put my arms around her, gripping her tightly against me as waves of pleasure radiated out from my breast and sent jolts straight to my pussy. Tilly switched to the other, using her fingers to stimulate the first, and I shuddered against her, having to jerk myself upright as my knees nearly gave out.

She drew away slowly, watching my reaction as her teeth lightly scraped over my nipple. "God, Tilly," I said, nearly panting in excitement. "You're killing me." I was desperately horny, but I loved what she was doing to me. She only smiled knowingly. There were no secrets with her.

"I've never done this before," she said. "I don't want you to be disappointed."

I laughed out loud at that, and she smiled in return, knowing that my mirth was not at her expense. "I could die right now a happy elf girl," I said. "Nothing you do now will take away from that. Just do what feels right."

"Okay." She cupped my cheeks and drew me down for a light kiss, then guided me over to the bed. She paused to remove my panties, gathering them into a bundle and raising them to her face to inhale my scent. "You're soaking wet," she said as she let them drop to the floor.

"I want you," I whispered. "I want you to fuck me, Tilly." I drew another breath. "Please."

"When I'm ready," she said, and gave me another kiss. "Get on the bed, on your knees. Do it now."

I didn't think that I could possibly become more aroused, but that command, delivered in a quiet but firm voice, sent shivers of pleasure down my body and turned my insides to liquid fire. "Yes," I said meekly and moved to comply, climbing onto the bed on my knees and lying my cheek flat against the covers. I felt deliciously open and vulnerable as she eased up to the bed. My heart raced as I waited for whatever would happen next.

I grunted as she struck, rocking me forward. Pain flared from my ass even as pleasure spiked in my pussy. Another slap landed on the other side, harder than the first. She kept it up, landing a dozen more. Each one stung exquisitely.

"When you answer me, you will call me 'Mistress'," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said in a small, breathy voice.

She delivered two more strikes, getting yelps from me each time. My ass was already starting to tingle as blood rushed in and endorphins worked to cloud the pain. She could have continued and I would have been perfectly happy to let her. I was craving sex, but punishment was nearly as good, and often the line between them blurred. Instead, she began to caress the slightly inflamed skin of my ass, running just her fingertips over it. When she leaned down behind me, I tensed in anticipation.

She surprised me again as her lips touched the tortured flesh of my bottom. She kissed my sensuously where she had struck, a balm to the heat, and then her mouth was at the crinkle of my rosebud. She gave it a few experimental licks, making me moan and squirm. She made a sound in her throat that sounded like, "hmm, interesting," and then she sank lower, sliding her tongue down to my waiting sex.

I groaned in both pleasure and relief. Finally! my body all but screamed as her tongue penetrated me, if only an inch or so. She swirled her tongue lower, catching my clit, and I might as well have been touched by a cattle prod. My pussy, eager and needful and oh-so-sensitive, flared with pleasure from her touch, but it was gone again just as quickly. She dipped into my slit briefly before returning once more to my ass. "Oh, please, Mistress," I begged.

"Shhh," she said, "you'll come when I decide to allow it."

I was so high now that it felt like a gentle breeze in the right location might set me off. Not that I minded what she was doing one bit, but I desperately wanted to get off. As before, she sank lower to tongue-fuck me once more and this time gently, very gently, sucked on my clit before moving back up. She repeated this ritual, lingering at my ass, then my pussy and I braced for that little tongue-flick across my clit that would surely send me into orbit. It never came. She made the same motion, but the tip of her tongue stopped short, catching the sensitive spot beneath. It wasn't quite enough. I felt like a clock whose spring kept getting wound tighter and tighter.

"Please, Mistress," I whined. "It's been weeks. I need to cum. I need it so bad."

Her tongue touched me once more and she nibbled and licking around the lips of my pussy. She drew back and spoke quietly but with command. "Beg me for it."

"Oh God, please, Mistress!" I said. "My pussy is aching. I can't stand it. Please, I'll cum so good for you, so pretty and sweet." I was babbling, but I didn't care. "I'll do anything. I'll crawl on my knees and be your obedient little cunt-slut and lick you whenever you want me to. You can tie me down and ride my face until you cum all over me. You can spank me until I'm red and raw. Please!"

"No." She punctuated her statement with a hard slap that made my ass cheeks buzz with pain. "But I will do all of that to you." Slap. "And more." Slap. "I'll strap on a cock and use each of your holes for my pleasure." Slap. "And you will take it like a good girl." Slap. Her use of profanity was out of character for her, but very much in character with the persona she had adopted.

"Yes, Mistress!" I practically screamed. The image of her looming over me, ploughing me hard with a strapon, was running through my head over and over on loop. The pain in my rump was drifting into euphoria. "Oh, God, yes. I'll be so good for you."

Her tongue on my ass again, forcing its way in. My frustration forgotten, I welcomed the touch of my Mistress, in whichever way she wanted to bestow it.Completely under her sway, I simply let her make me feel the things she wanted me to feel. The penetration had felt nice before, but now it was an overwhelming heat and pleasure. I had given my ass to Norm and I had loved it, but what Tilly did was somehow more, as raw, as sensual and fulfilling, as fucking.