Quincunx Ch. 26

She gradually shortened the stroke and sped up, her breath beginning to strain as she worked her way down to the root and began slapping her tush on me. I felt the shudder run through her as she gave one last jerky bounce and planted herself on me with a half groaned 'Yes'.

She threw herself upright, her head arching back and her knees pressing into me. I could see the faint perspiration on her as she fell back into my arms, clutching at me as I drew her to me. Her heart pounded against me as I pulled her tight and began to stroke her back.

I got a breathy 'Umm' as her hand rubbed my shoulder, feeding my contentment. She wriggle to get comfortable and was reminded of my prodder still deep inside her and begging to be used. She gave another wriggle and put her elbows down to take the weight as she began sliding on me and prodding again.

She was soon upright and bouncing enthusiastically, her hands pressed into my tummy, her hunny hole sending waves of pleasure though me with her long strokes. As I looked at her I could see the pleasure in her face as she pumped me.

The moment felt perfect, I lay there and let the sexual ecstasy fill me as the world faded away, letting her fill my senses. The spasms rippling through her hunny hole pushed me over the top to join her gasping for air as my seed exploded out with the timeless joy of release.

She let herself down to lie on me, her head tucked under my chin and her hair spread on my chest. Gradually my shaft softened, shrinking till it inevitably popped out, she gave a soft moan and pulled herself up to cuddle cheek to cheek, her arms wrapped around my neck.

She turned to me and kissed my cheek, then another kiss as she worked her way around to my mouth. She kissed with passion and I responded in kind, my hand sweeping up to bury my fingers in her hair as I rolled sideways with her.

As the passion was sated the kiss's turned playful and she started teasing then rolled onto her back. I loosed her hair and lay back as well, letting her snuggle into my side wrap an arm across my chest. I let her enjoy her moments as my thoughts drifted to home.

The short visit had me longing for a longer one but with all that was happening I couldn't see when I could fit one in. my thoughts led on to Rash, and our skulking Skirian friend lurking and plotting somewhere in the city.

I hoped his timetable was a short one, the king would be wanting a speedy resolution to the matter, with any luck he might spring his trap tomorrow, probably on the way back.

"Mm," Cal murmured.

"Welcome back," I said turning my head to her.

"I wasn't asleep," she retorted, stirring and rolling to face me.

I leant in and kissed the tip of her nose. "Have you had enough practice kissing yet?"

She gave me a quick kiss back. "Never," she proclaimed.

"Let's see if my drink's cooled enough," I said breaking my e"Let's see if my drink's cooled enough," I said breaking my embrace.

I rolled over and turned to sit on the edge of the bed and reached for the cup. It was still warm but I drank it down and turned to roll back next to her.

"Three hours and counting," I said jokingly as I took her back into my arms.

She gave a giggle and leant in to kiss me again. It smouldered then burst into passion as our lips melded together and our tongues entwined. My prodder twitched back into life with her thigh pressing against it, edging under her as it grew.

She broke the kiss as her hand snaked down to take my swelling shaft.

"That was quick," she exclaimed.

I gave a short laugh. "No that was all you."

She twisted around and I felt her hair brush across me as she landed the first kiss on my head and began to lick it. I turned and took her leg and guided it over me, then bent in to probe the lips flaring open in front of me.

My tongue brushed over the smooth shiny skin with the tangy honeysweet taste exciting my taste-buds as I lapped at her juices. I let my tongue drift down to her hunny hole, stroking it before plunging my tongue in to its full stretch.

She responded by taking my head into her mouth while her tongue stroked the around the rim. We pleasured each other as our excitement grew and my cue came to seek out her nub. I pulled on her as my tongue curled around to let the tip stroke gently over it, evoking a groan in her throat.

She shuddered and pushed against me, arching her back as her hips trembled in my hands. Then she was rising and moving to plunge down on my shaft and prod me. I brought my knees up slightly for her to use for support as she continued her thrusting.

I felt the pressure build to take me to the edge and then the thrill of the ejaculatory relief as my hips thrust against hers. She paused while my hips bucked and I writhed under her and as I lay spent she started a slow rocking again.

As the sensations washed through me she sped up and took herself to her own orgasmic completion before collapsing over my knees. I rolled her and clambered around quickly filling her again with my prodder as I propped myself on my elbows above her.

She stretched her arms to encircle my neck and sighed.

"Why can't Potian men be like you?"

"You want an answer to that?" I asked, amused at her question "I couldn't even give you a wild guess."

"No male insights? Outwardly there seems no difference but their idea of sex is either a good suck or a quick prod."

"I like it, but I think it's a cultural thing, no, really I'm not sure, I can't see any reason for it that makes sense to me."

She pulled my head down and planted her lips on mine. As my head moved so did my body and my prodder inside her, she wriggled and I responded with a quick stroke. Her lips pulled from mine as she gasped.

"No."

I froze. "Alright?"

"Just lie still with me," she replied. "We can rest awhile like this."

"Mm," I said as I leant down to finish our kiss.

A minute or so passed and she stirred.

"Dav?"

"Mm"

"Can we roll without you coming out? If you lift your leg I can put mine under and lie straight against you."

We rolled to put her on top.

"Mm that's better, now I can cuddle you."

She snuggled into me, opening her legs to encompass my length. As she settled I brought my hands under her arms to massage her shoulders. I let my thoughts wander and wondered if I was the odd one, the girls only regarded my big prodder and never in a million years would we talk of how.

Even amongst my men friend's technique wasn't brought up as a subject, which made comparisons impossible. If I was somehow special could it be that I had some sort of sexual magic as well? My thoughts were wandering into the wilds of wishes but every girl here wanted more.

She shifted on me in her sleep, jogging my prodder as she sprawled out and turned her head over.

How was I going to choose? My feelings lying here with Cal were the equal of my desire for Xen, their personalities were different but both were easy to get along with. Xen had an inner strength whilst Cal was caring and calming.

How would it work when I finally got home, morning to evening I would be on the farm, evening and night would be our time, time for visiting or socialising with the nights. Whichever, we would be married, and with wizards as parents our children might be gifted too.

My thoughts wandered to trivialities as I drifted off, joining Cal in the land of dreams.

I woke with her stirring on me, feeling my prodder still firm and full inside her.

"Umm," she sighed as I moved to look at her.

She began to rock her hips and pushed herself up, as my hands slipped around her I took her breasts and started massaging them. She prodded me vigorously as I began to match her with my stroke. She lasted a bare few minutes till she was sobbing for breath, her body wracked with the start of her orgasmic surge.

She climaxed on me, her tunnel spasming several times to the delight of my prodder as her cries matched her shudders.

She flopped back down on top of me. "Oh Dav," she gasped.

I hugged her to me as her body softened against mine, our nude bodies entwined. My prodder felt uncomfortable, a slight throb that was unwelcome.

"Cal," I stirred her.

"Mm," she responded.

"Can I have my prodder back, you can practice your healing on it."

She levered herself up and let it slip out then twisted to kneel beside me.

"Let me see," she said reaching for it.

As she took it I felt a warmth grow from her hand and pleasure surging back in.

"Oh that's nice," I exclaimed. "Don't stop."

It faded back to normal as she healed me, my prodder feeling fit and ready again.

"There," she said, releasing it. "Feel better now."

Her bedside voice made me laugh.

She turned and lay across me, leaning in to kiss me.

"Shall we sleep now?" she asked. "You can spoon me."

She slipped off me and turned her back then wriggled in to mould herself to me, opening her legs to take my shaft into her furrie, I looped my arm over and shifted my hand under her to take her hip. I thought again of the choice as I drifted off.