The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 07

When those little hands took the tips of her ears between thumb and forefinger to gently knead them, Kara drew a breath through her nose before generating a deep, sublime purr of approval. Her arousal shifted ever so slightly from an intense, hungry need, toward something more sensual and less hurried. Enough so that she enjoyed the treatment, and brought her own hands up to run her fingernails lightly up and down her little lover's back, instead of trying to move things along -- or in and out.

Gradually, Anise moved down Kara's body, kissing and sucking at her neck while putting her hands to work undoing the buckles and clasps of her knife rig. When the Fey-kin's deft digits had finished the job, Kara helped extricate the harness of straps from her body to cast it aside, out of the way. Next went the knot in her blouse, and Kara quickly pulled it off over her head to carelessly toss it, too, off to the side.

Night had fallen, and the temperature was slowly dropping. The kiss of the cool air on Kara's breasts was invigorating, and contrasted nicely with Anise's warm hands, which soon glided back up her body.

Anise moved to put them face to face again, and leaned down so that her hair fell like thick, dark curtains to either side of Kara's head. For a few moments their world shrank to include only the other's face -- both lit by Anise's glow.

"Do you have a name?" Anise's quiet voice seemed a bit less watery than before.

"Kara."

There was a pause, perhaps for Anise to commit this to memory, before the Fey-kin spoke again.

"Kara, it seems that my blood has greatly affected you. I will help remedy this."

Kara was pretty sure she knew what was meant by 'remedy,' and was very much in favor of it.

"But... perhaps if it's not too strange, we could both feel pleasure?" Anise continued.

"Of course." Kara smiled.

Anise said something more, though it was clearly in the tongue of her kind, as Kara could discern no words in it. Then the glow-worm was in motion, moving off of Kara, and then stepping back astride, but back-to this time. She went down on all fours and stepped carefully, but quickly back before settling her knees to either side of Kara's head. Uncertain, the half-elf chose to remain still and wait. Her little partner seemed sure of herself.

Even as she felt little hands begin working her tights down over her ass, her attention was somewhat split. This was due to Anise sliding her knees further apart, so that her lower body dropped, stopping when the smooth, glowing mound of her sex just kissed Kara's chin. Again she was faintly reminded of her recent dalliance with Miri and Sylvie. But mostly she was overwhelmingly aroused.

Kara brought her hands up to grasp near Anise's hips, pressing her fingertips into the soft flesh of her ass while angling her head up. Spreading her tongue over her lower lip, she drew it slowly up along the length of the Fey-kin's slit. This first lapping moistened the glowing mound along either side of her slit, and only just teased the delicate edges of her inner folds.

Anise went to the trouble of lifting Kara's legs enough to work her tights completely off and set them aside. That done, she nuzzled her face along Kara's cock like a cat rubbing it's face against a door frame. At the same time, she reached down alongside to curl her fingers, cupping Kara's balls. Drawing them gently up, she stretched forward to begin licking and sucking them.

Kara's cock throbbed anew with each nuzzle and lick of her shaft or suckle of her sack, and she pressed her moans into her little lover's increasingly slippery sex.

Wanting to return the favor -- for them both to feel pleasure, as Anise had suggested -- Kara wormed her tongue into the sopping folds before her to tease the tight hole within. At the same time, she pressed her chin up as well, giving irregular little shakes of her head from side to side.

The shifting, rubbing pressure on the glowing bud of Anise's clit was enough to make the Fey-kin pause what she was doing. Kara heard an oddly melodious, trilling cooing sound. Anise's little hands gripped her tighter, hips jerking slightly this way or that with the jolts of pleasure she was experiencing.

Moving past the foreplay, Anise licked her lips, then puckered them against the head of Kara's cock. Keeping up a mild suction, she pressed forth, her mouth slowly gloving more and more of Kara's length.

There had been times when Kara's magical member had been longer, or thicker, but swelling a hair past eight inches with a proportionately healthy girth, it was still above average for an elf or human -- especially one of her stature. This combined with Anise's relative size meant that Kara's tip found the back of Anise's mouth, and docked snugly at the opening of her throat, in short order. To Kara's surprise, Anise didn't stop there.

Either the delicious little glow worm had no gag reflex to speak of, or she was able to suppress it at will. As Anise slowly orally impaled herself, Kara felt her throbbing head forced in, glowing lips traveling, snail slow, down toward the root of her shaft. It was impossibly tight, but somehow elastic enough to accommodate her.

Kara gasped, gave a sharp little cry, and crushed her face to the Fey-kin's nethers. The muscles of her tummy rippled, and her hips shifted, unintentionally driving herself another half inch down Anise's bulging throat. Had she not been so overwhelmed with the sensations, Kara would have been amazed when, a few moments later, Anise's lips found the base of her cock.

From there Kara only descended further into abandon as Anise withdrew, then slid forth again, releasing and then re-sheathing Kara. She withdrew to the point that Kara left her throat before taking her to the hilt again in one long thrust. A wet, repetitive 'gluck' sound came from her throat as she repeated the motion, gaining speed.

"Fuck..." Kara managed, weakly, before the world receded and the only thing she could perceive was a blank whiteness as everything was driven from her mind except the transcendent pleasure of a mind-blowing orgasm.

In the confines of her throat, Anise felt the first great spurt of seed as it traveled through Kara's cock, bulging the underside before erupting straight down into her stomach. She drew back as the next load surged forth to spatter against the back of her mouth. Sucking at just Kara's swollen glans, she took the rest of the considerable output in her mouth, savoring a trace of the magic in the Wyrm's curse. As rope after thick, white rope shot forth, she let it fill her mouth and slip slowly back and down her throat.

For several long seconds, Anise gently sucked up the last few dribbles of Kara's prodigious release, giving the half-elf time to regain her senses.

Kara lay, limp, arms straight out from her sides. She shuddered and shivered now and then at aftershocks, or Anise's gentle touch. Slowly she became aware of the cool night air again, feeling goosebumps rise on her arms, and experiencing a faint echo of pleasure even at this sensation.

Finally Anise rose, turned, and again knelt straddling Kara's torso, facing her this time. Lazily opening her eyes to gaze up at the Fey-kin, Kara gave a little cough which turned into a chuckle. She was still a little giddy.

"Oh... my. Anise... that was... you didn't hurt yourself doing that, did you?"

"Of course not. I did not hurt you doing that, did I?"

"No," Kara laughed, "I don't think so. It was amazing. I'm sorry. I wanted to make you feel good too, but I guess I lost my wits for a minute there."

"I understand. There is no need to lament. There is still time."

Kara raised her eyebrows, smiled.

"Aye, just give us a wee minute to gather ourselves." she replied.

Kara could feel her cock finally going limp. She supposed it would withdraw and disappear as it always did, and assumedly reemerge when she was sufficiently aroused.

As it turned out, Anise had other ideas. While Kara propped herself up on her elbows, just watching the glowing Fey-kin and enjoying her afterglow, Anise unobtrusively reached across to press her left index finger to a spot on her arm. She then reached down to press that fingertip to Kara's lips.

Misreading the gesture, Kara parted her lips enough to take the tip of the digit into her mouth and give it a playful suck. A taste like iron, honey, and cloves filled her mouth and she realized her mistake. Heat spread through her body anew, and she fixed Anise with a stare, widening her eyes.

"Tricksy little shit!" she accused, pulling the Fey-kin's hand away from her face.

"But now you can make me feel good." Anise pouted.

"Ye-es," Kara was reminded of her earlier thoughts regarding the capriciousness of Fey creatures, which curbed her aggressive impulse somewhat, "But you could have suggested the idea before you stuck your bloody bloody finger in my mouth."

Anise seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded.

"Haghlag-Noth are all female. Fate rarely affords us the company of mortals. And sometimes they greet us with nets and spears... and not the spears we prefer." Anise explained, reaching a hand back to lightly graze the shaft of Kara's already swelling member.

Kara sighed.

"Let me guess. That's as close to an apology as your kind ever get?"

"Apology?" Anise looked uncertain, "I... apologize?"

Kara almost laughed despite herself.

"Good enough." she allowed in a hoarse whisper. Despite her indignation at being dosed with lust-inducing blood, the lust was rapidly winning out. Her curse-induced appendage had regained it's former state of raging hard-on, and was now prodding one of Anise's buttocks.

With a strength and vigor lent by her renewed arousal, Kara shifted the both of them, manhandling the little Fey-kin while moving herself to a standing position. After a few grunts from Kara and a surprised burbling from Anise, the one was inside the other. Kara had her hands under the backs of Anise's knees, and the little Fey-kin reached up to lace her fingers behind Kara's neck.

Not that she had thought of it until now, but this was the first time since she had been cursed with a magical cock that Kara had encountered someone she was interested in who was light enough to try this sort of maneuver. She still experienced a distant concern that she might overdo it and injure her back, but the hormones singing through her veins were drowning out anything as unimportant as caution. Leaning her upper body back and bending her knees so that Anise's weight fell more on her center of gravity, Kara tested a few different approaches.

While the half-elf figured out how to keep up a rhythm, letting the Fey-kin's position help maintain her balance, Anise took the opportunity to apply her mouth to Kara's breasts. She licked, nibbled and sucked, her attentions becoming more fervent as Kara gradually sped up her movements.

Before long Kara was pumping away, the repetition of wet clapping each time she buried herself to the root in Anise's sopping pussy competing with both women's panting and moaning. Anise relinquished her oral hold on one of Kara's breasts to emit increasingly high pitched cries of pleasure. Her juices squelched and ran down over Kara's balls, spattering her ass and both women's thighs.

Anise's glowing eyes shut tight as her cries reached a crescendo before cutting out altogether. She trembled, losing control of her lower body, while her insides gripped and spasmed around Kara's relentlessly thrusting rod. A hot torrent of fluids gushed out, some of it actually forced up to wet Kara's tummy while the rest splashed down over her crotch and legs before dripping to the ground below.

Spurred on by the Fey-kin's dramatic first climax, Kara didn't slow down or stop. She shortened her stroke, but sped up, forcing Anise from one orgasm quickly into another, while Kara's own release grew closer by the moment.

Finally Kara's body began to lock up. Buried balls deep in Anise's dripping, limned folds, she loosed a series of breathless, rasping groans, at the same time unleashing a series of powerful, spurting shots of thick, salty seed. Not for the first time, her magical bits produced what seemed like an impossible supply of cum. Before she was finished, dribbles of jizz had been forced out from where Anise's pussy gripped Kara's shaft, thinning and trailing down where their bodies were already slick with juices from the Fey-kin's orgasmic squirting.

Anise clung to Kara, fingernails biting into the half-elf's shoulders. Both were very still for several long moments. Eventually Kara resumed breathing, starting with a deep breath and a long, shuddering sigh. She opened her eyes and watched as Anise too began to regain her senses. When the Fey-kin opened her big eyes and returned Kara's gaze, her expression was one of mild awe.

"Dragon curses are my favorite." she proclaimed.

Kara blinked, then laughed. The movements from her mirth caused both women to gasp between giggles as Anise's insides rippled and Kara's slowly softening cock shifted. Further runners of pearly essence bubbled out over Kara's crotch.

"Can you stand?" Kara asked when they had both subsided.

"Yes, I think so."

"Good," Kara carefully moved her hands up from behind her little lover's knees to her ass, "my legs are fit to give out. Pull up a bit, love."

As Kara lifted, Anise again hooked her hands behind the half-elf's neck and pulled herself up. Kara's half-limp member slid free amidst a frothing stream of bodily fluids that splattered onto the ground beneath them. Kara lowered her little lover, giving her posterior a parting squeeze, and Anise settled her dainty feet on the ground.

"That was very... pleasant." Anise said. "I must return to the water soon. I am glad to have met you, Kara Dragon-cursed."

"That sounds more impressive than it should," Kara chuckled, "and yes... pleasant would be putting it mildly I think. I am glad to have met you as well, Anise the water nymph."

Anise smiled fondly, clearly not needing the joke-cum-compliment explained. After a lingering moment she turned and padded slowly to the waters edge.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, half turning.

"A little," Kara admitted, "but I think that'll wait for morning. Time for rolling out my blanket, and I have a feeling I'll sleep very well indeed."

Anise nodded. She walked out onto the water, beginning to slowly sink in only after she had already taken several steps. Kara watched silently, feeling her magical man-parts finally do their disappearing act. She gave a distracted shiver as she again began to feel the effects of the cold air on her naked, and in many places damp, body. The fey-kin paused, shoulder deep in the dark waters, and turned back to face Kara.

"Word has come down the river. In case it interests you. There is a ship anchored in a small inlet about two leagues North. It arrived there earlier this evening. If you continue following the river, it will almost certainly still be there when you pass tomorrow."

Kara glanced Northward along the river, then looked back to Anise.

"Aye. That just might come in handy. Thank you."

Anise flashed a faint smile that looked to Kara almost wistful. She lifted her right arm to hold her hand high.

"Farewell, Kara, and come again. Next time we should couple in the water." she grinned, bobbing up for a moment.

Kara laughed, and waved.

"Next time, then."

"Sleep well." Anise added fondly before sliding backward and slipping beneath the surface.

Kara stood and watched until the glow became impossible to discern beneath the surface, then stood a little while longer.

When a fit of shivering struck her, she walked slowly to the waters edge and washed herself off despite the cold. When that was done, she fetched her blanket and dried off before spreading it on the ground. She bunched her discarded clothes up as a pillow and folded the blanket over herself.

As warmth returned and she relaxed, her mind brought up images of the women she had been with over the past several days. Imagining them all there with her, cuddled up safe and snug, she fell quickly and deeply into sleep.