Order of the Sacred Sword Ch. 04

"You see nothing," I replied, though if she looked at the crotch of my pants under the table, she would have quite a few clues as to my mood. How quickly she was able to turn things, even without the dark pressure of her demon heritage.

"Why deny yourself?" she said, and throwing a leg my head, withdrew my fingers and slid into my lap. The length of her skirt bunched around her waist and she held my shoulders as she straddled me, grinding herself into my erection.

"It has been a while," I said.

"Then let yourself go," Talaxel replied. The smell of her black hair was earthy, and filled my nostrils. Her hands took either side of my face and she drew me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I felt no power from her, no evil, and when our lips parted she must have registered the surprise on my face. "Quentin?"

"Apologies," I said. "I just don't know what to make of this."

"Every time one of you brothers come to my with your big, fat cocks with their big, stupid names, all you do is ram it up my cunt and fuck me until you've had your fill," Talaxel said, a tinge of resentment in her voice. I could certainly understand why. "When was the last time you were with a real woman? When was the last time you were inside a real woman?"

The thought of Meredith pained me, and for a moment I looked away. Her hands brought my face back to hers, and I made my admission.

"Since before I came to the Order," I replied.

"As I suspected," Talaxel replied, releasing my head. She reached below her legs and began to unlace my pants. "Let me be your real woman, Quentin. You have nothing to worry about."

Her hands found my hardness, and my hips shot up when she wrapped ten fingers around my shaft.

"Oh, Quentin," she said, burying her lips in my neck. The smell of her hair was overwhelming, and I breathed it in deep, savoring its unusual qualities. So rarely had I been around a woman, let alone a clean woman; I had almost forgotten what it smelled like. "You're ready for me too, I see."

"You're so different," I said.

She pressed her forehead against mine, our noses grazing.

"As are you," she said. She looked down at my cock, which was jutting out from the stop where our bodies met. "Such a modest sword, when not enhanced by that foul potion."

"I miss it," I said, remembering the power I had felt with that giant member, artificial as it was. The thought of Meredith flooded me again; the desire for the perfect body was something I had ignored, disregarded in her. It did not seem so silly now.

"You shouldn't," she said, stroking me with both hands. She planted another, quicker, kiss on my lips. "I can take a foot of cock, when overcome with certain appetites. But I much prefer the real thing."

With a fluid motion she lifted her legs again and dropped under the table, beneath my legs. She took my pants with me, removing them completely with a hard pull and balling them up before throwing them aside.

"Do you enjoy me from down here?" she asked. I could see only the glimmer of her eyes, her thin fingers wrapped around my member. The points of her horns sticking out into the candlelight.

I nodded, bereft of words.

"Pretend you are some important scholar, at some important library," she said, giggling. "And pretend I am some serving girl you sent for deep in the loneliness of the night."

"I am an important scholar at an important library," I replied, weaving a finger through her hair. The tip of her tongue darted along the head of my cock, for only a shadow of a second. "But you are no serving girl."

"I've brought you your wine, sir," she said, voice still infected by a gorgeously disarming humor. I felt her mouth again and again, brushing, fluttering. Her hot breath was transcendent. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I retire?"

"I have been hard at work all day," I said, playing along. "I beg you, relieve my tension."

"As you wish," she said, and before my mouth was closed I felt hers closing, sealing around the head of my member.

One hand worked my stones as another moved in time with her bobbing head, taking the saliva from her mouth and spreading it on my length. The movement of her hand smoothed as she took me in deeper and deeper, her mouth growing wetter and wetter. I could not see her but it was easy to imagine her looking up at me, her hair swishing as her head moved. I brought a candle from the table down to my belly and finally saw her face, a pale mask in the blackness, flawless and stretched by the intrusion of my cock. In one moment she was taking me all the way inside her, nose pressing against my pelvis, and another she drew me out and flicked her tongue at me. I watched it flap in a quick blur, stimulating every inch of me. With my free hand I dug into her hair, pressed my palm against the back of her head, and held her down on me. I was deep within her throat for several seconds, and I felt I might burst. But she fought at just the right time, wiggling away from me and shooting me a devious smile.

"Not yet, master," she said. "Your serving girl needs your mouth now. Then you may have your way with her."

She moved onto the table with a leg on either side of me, pushing the books aside, but not before releasing her robe from around her body. It fell to the floor and her curved body confronted me with brazen confidence; the horns sprouting from her forehead were the only thing that betrayed the angelic image. I flew wildly into her cunt, kissing at the insides of her thighs, teasing her clitoris with the tip of my nose.

"My word," she said, placing both hands on my head. I took her button in my mouth, and sucked it as far in as I could. Meanwhile my fingers found her hole, and entered it once again. "Who taught you that?"

"A scholar reads many books," I said, looking up and meeting her eyes from beneath the mound of hair beneath her legs. "And recalls every experience."

She let out a mirthful laugh, delighted by my words. Both hands thrust my face back into the gap of her pussy.

"You are a wise one indeed," she said, squirming as she held me in place. My tongue worked in and out of her, stroking the inside of every fold it could reach. Her smell below was more wonderful than the scent above, and as I tasted her I wondered why every woman tasted different, and if any woman could taste as good as Talaxel. Was it part of her demon parentage, some leftover trait that made her irresistible to men? I could imagine swarms of them, fighting each other to the death for the chance to be where I was now, lapping up the juices that flowed from Talaxel's sex. She moaned and cried, and reached a final climax when three of my fingers thrust in and out of her and I had her clitoris firmly in the grasp of my sucking lips. Her nails dug into my scalp, but though it hurt when her shuddering noise was finally done she rubbed the pain away.

"Enough browsing," she breathed. "It's time for a deep, deep study."

Without another word I stood and entered her, slowly inching my length through the tight rim of her hole. Hanging over the edge of the table she grabbed my ass, pushing me into her further and further until I could go no farther. She kissed me, and I kissed her back, and our lips remained locked as I began thrusting, slowly, ever slowly, reveling in the satisfaction of her cunt releasing me and allowing me back in once again. She wanted me, and she was pure; whatever evil that was once in her, or still in her, was in hiding, and I was perhaps for the first time seeing the real Talaxel, the woman I had only before fucked. But this was something else entirely. It was not making love - I did not love her - but we were kindred spirits in sexual adventure.

"Fuck," I said, cursing into her ear. "You are too much for me."

"Please, not yet," she replied, whispering. I felt the swell of her breasts through my shirt, her hard nipples, her firm flesh. Her hips bones were defined, but soft, and made excellent handles as I increased my speed. "Let me finish on your cock, and you can take my any way you want."

I did the best I could to restrain myself, biting my own lip, biting Talaxel's neck, whatever I could to not come. She tightened around me, both her cunt and her legs, wrapping my in her body so I could not escape, could not exit her.

"So big, so big," she gasped. "Forget that potion. You fill every part of me."

"I am glad," I said, grunting. "There is nothing left of me to put into you."

Her hands explored by back, and I explored hers, and finally she took many deep breaths and finished, the pulsing of her muscles gripping my member and nearly driving me over the precipice. We were still, and she brought in a massive breath and held it, shaking, nails digging into my back. The air released from her slowly, as if I was squeezing it out of her, and her forehead came to rest against my collarbone. Her reprieve might have lasted. She looked up at me, her green eyes peeking above the hard lines of my own body.

"How do you want me, Quentin?" she asked.

I told her.

Talaxel climbed onto the table and turned around, her ass facing me, her elbows on the table, her head down. I ran a finger up and down her slit; it was red and open, but the hair around it was damp and I could tell it was waiting for more. I felt the cheeks of her ass with both hands. They were large and firm, but had a pleasing give I could not stop exploring. When I finally released her she wiggled it at me, her cheeks moving back and forth, her hips rotating, popping up and down. I buried my face in her for a moment, my tongue in her pussy, my nose pressing into her ass. She moaned, and begged.

"Take me now, Quentin," she said. "Fuck me and spray your seed on my ass."

I entered her, and wasted no time. I imagined it was not difficult for her to finish me. Her ass rippled as I slammed against her, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt working me, pulsing, milking me as I fucked her as hard as I could without hurting her. Talaxel cried out, and I believe that it was because I pleasuring her yet again, and the noise was not only for my own consumption. I grabbed under her hips, my biceps bulging, and gave her a few final thrusts. I seized with pleasure and pulled out of her just in time, the spasms in my shaft sending ropes of white seed over the thick rounds of her behind. She cooed and sighed as I came, teasing me with the power of her voice alone. When I was finished I released myself, and sat back down in the chair, incapable of making any further movement.

Talaxel rolled over and sat down on table, her angular face red with arousal. She laughed, and looked at my ridiculous form.

"See, that was not so bad," she said, leaning forward to me. "Was it?"

"Not at all," I asked. We were both out of breath.

"I came twice," she said, taking my hands in hers. "So you may ask me two questions."

I had entirely forgotten. I looked at the stacks of papers we had assembled on the table, the volumes, the tomes, and realized that none of it meant anything.

"During my time with the prince, he mentioned a book that gave him instructions on how to transform one of our companions into the perfect mate," I began. "If you know of this book, can you describe it for me?"

"I know it," she replied. The sexual exhaustion had disappeared entirely from her voice, her heaving breaths now normal. "Every demon knows of the book. During my time with the coven, they could not stop talking about it. It is a master spellbook of sorts, with instructions for numerous demon rituals. How to transform another creature into a demon, how to open a portal to another realm, how to breed all sorts of monsters, how to create an incurable plague."

"Who has the book?" I asked, exhilarated. "Where is it now?"

"No one," Talaxel replied. "It was lost in this plane thousands of years ago."

"Thank you," I replied, squeezing her delicate hands in mine. "Thank you so much. You may go, if you wish."

"Goodnight, my darling," she said, kissing me on the cheek. I watched her leave, her robe remaining crumpled on the ground.

#

"The book was here long before the demon invasion," I told Althenon. We gathered with Hallis and Gregory the next morning. "That is why we don't know about it. It was not amongst the relics found in the demon strongholds after their defeat, because they invaded our plane to recover it."

"A bold theory," Althenon said, considering it. "But not unrealistic."

"All they would need is one demon to open the portal, and they could send through an army to find it," Gregory said.

"But it doesn't make any sense," mused Hallis. "Why send an army when they could send covert agents to recover it undetected?"

"They did send covert agents," I said. "The incubi and succubi blend in well enough. The only reason we can find them and kill them is because we know how. Most people would succumb to their will without resistance. I would not be surprised if they were ordered to remain here instead of fleeing through the portal after the last battle."

"I believe Quentin may be correct," Althenon said. "When the High Paladin returns, we will bring it to him."

"What do we do in the meantime?" Hallis asked.

Althenon thought about this for a moment, staring at his plate of breakfast.

"We will question Meredith and Victoria, and the incubi in the Order of the Sacred Sheath, and consult a member of the Starlight Tower," Althenon said. "There is much information we are lacking, but thanks to young Quentin I believe we now know which questions to ask."