To Save a World

"I was found the week after by some brownjackets. They had heard word of a runaway slave and I fit the description pretty fucking well," she replied with a bitter chuckle, "I was caught and imprisoned. By then I was starving so much I was almost happy I was. At least there was food in prison. But well, the whipping came and then I wasn't so sure."

Lydia gasped as his arms tightened around her in sympathy, burying herself into him as he adjusted his position to accommodate her. She curled up in the middle of his legs, his arms protectively around her as she struggled to reign in foreign, confusing emotions.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked in a tentative whisper, wary but somehow vulnerable in the near complete darkness.

"It's a custom in our lands" he effortlessly lied. She snorted.

"Even to ugly, demon touched strangers?"

"I see no ugly, demon touched strangers here. What I see is a beautiful, courageous friend."

Her breathing caught, and she grew still, basking in the luxurious comfort she was being subjected to. She rarely cried, all her life, even when she ended up broken and half-dead in some nameless and unspoken places, she had always got up and toiled on. Mindless survival had no room for feelings. She wanted to, now.

And to think, she had only met him today.

The thought reminded her of what she came her for in the first place, and as if struck by lightning she suddenly jerked and adjusted herself to suit her new purpose. she knew if she delayed any long she would lose her nerve and simply be content in his warm embrace, and then her chance -their chance - to escape would be gone forever.

Aaron was surprised as the girl he was comfortably cuddling suddenly came alive. He released her as she removed her huge cloak, revealing her body, almost fragile in the thinness of her frame. She was wearing a formless tunic and equally formless trousers, the clothes almost swallowing her whole without the help of the cloak.

But even then her ill fitting clothing could not detract from her allure, her clothes hung on a thin, elegant frame. Her collar bones were visible in the open neck of her tunic, the gentle swells of her breasts teasing him just a little bit out of sight. She was kneeling in front of him, and before he knew it dainty hands were pawing at histrousers.

"Lydia, stop." He said firmly, gripping her hands. He allowed a little anger to creep into his voice. Lydia stilled as if suddenly slapped, hurtfully staring at him.

"I'm sorry- I-"

"You don't have to do this. I'm not asking for anything in exchange for our partnership-"

"No!" she exclaimed, and then modulated her voice when she heard laughter a ways off, raucously saying something about poking each other's holes, a misconception she would happily use if they left them alone.

"No, no," she continued, relieved. She couldn't believe how hurt she had been when she thought he was sending her away. "I'm doing this for myself. No one is forcing me. You were just so- Just,please." Never had she cursed her unskilled words so fervently.

His hand on hers loosened, and he stared at her. His intense attention made her heart beat faster, her hands shaking where it was trying to figure out how he tied that damned belt around his hip. He noticed her struggle, and she grew even more nervous, albeit in a different way, when a small smile appeared on his lips, his eyes almost shining in the gloom.

"You really want to do this?"

She jerked a determined nod of her head.

"Then you have to do it right." He whispered, as he cupped her chin and slowly brought her lips to his.

Lydia's mind went blank as their lips touched, sweeping her headily into sensations she didn't know existed. His lips were soft and smooth andwarm, and all the energy seemed to leave her body as his lips lightly sucked on hers.

He moved away and stared at her, gauging her reaction. She knew she was flushed beyond all belief, and she was breathing as if touching lips was a form of heavy exercise. She couldn't help it; she had wanted to stare back, answer his unspoken challenge with the look of determination in her own eyes, but it was like an invisible force drew her eyes to his lips.

This time she was more prepared when he surged into her, their bodies molding against each other in a tight embrace. Firm hands held her back and cupped her cheek, the new sensations it awoke inside her utterly exhilarating. Lydia gasped as his tongue came into play, teasing her lips with occasional strokes that left her wanting. She pressed herself closer. Her hands found themselves exploring the body that was making her feel such wonderful things; her right hand tangled in his hair, her left exploring his back. She gasped for air. She hadn't been breathing as they kissed.

Aaron watched the woman panting before him, staring at him in astonishment. He grinned at those fiery eyes, satisfied but wanting more. The next kiss was slow and smoldering. Sensual and exploratory. His hands traced lines of fire down her spine, cupping her buttocks and making her gasp in his lips, before he started back up again from her side, grazing her small breasts.

He kissed her hard, a small growl on his throat, her breath catching.

Then ever so slowly he withdrew, until their lips were only touching very, very lightly.

Lydia had never held so still. She even stopped breathing.

Suddenly his lips were grazing slowly over her cheek, tracing a slow scorching line towards her ear. He nibbled her lobe and licked, a sensation that made her insides flutter mercilessly. She was panting and helplessly whimpering. Her eyes were shut tight, her face turned towards the heavens as his mouth made its agonizing journey downwards. Kissing, nibbling and licking all the way to her throat, where he settled in one particular spot just above her right collar bone that gave her almost continuous shivering pleasure.

It was here that she started to feel it; the reason she had began this whole thing in the first place. Energy seemed to hum in the air around her, suffusing her whole body in electrifying magic. It seeped into her, little by little, the magical trickle slowly but steadily filling up her reserves. She gasped.

And then whimpered, his hot mouth finding itself below her collarbone, in the swell of her breasts.

"W-wait," She managed to gasp, pushing him away. She breathed several deep lungfuls before continuing. "I came here to... Pleasure you."

"Oh?" He challenged, panting a little in arousal. She'd done a good job of exciting him so far, no matter what she might think. But he decided to tease her, "And how exactly will you do that?"

She paused. But then she leaned in tentatively, perhaps spurred on by his challenge. She kissed him, and took a page from her book by replicating his actions and using it against him, clumsily licking and panting all over his face. Her innocent little mouth left tingles in his skin as she nibbled her ear, and kissed his throat.

Lydia was rewarded with quiet moans of pleasure, his hands for once resting on her meager hips. His firm but gentle touch was encouraging, making her feel bolder, more confident. She did not linger in his throat, though, but went lower.

Lydia's mouth met the cloth of his tunic as she ran out of skin to kiss. Deciding she didn't like that one bit, she inserted her hands below his tunic in a bold move that surprised even her, and ran her hands over his pale, warm skin upwards, discarding the offending cloth and giving her hands new territory to explore. She kissed, licked, touched and fondled, enamored by the male body before her, so alike to hers yet so different. She started running her lips over his belly button. And then lower, until her lips met the hem of his trousers.

She looked up at him, as if asking for permission - the smoldering look she found in his eyes made her shiver. By now she was basically bowed down before him, submissively vulnerable, and she saw his eyes possessively roam over her form. Their eyes met like that, and it was in his hooded eyes that she saw his desire for her - that she noticed the thickness of energy in the air. It was almost tangible, and she was absorbing it like a sponge.

He likes my eyes, she thought giddily, that little fact so foreign and novel.

Lydia stared avidly as he untied the pitiful twine that passed for his belt. At this stage, she was almost afraid. She had no experience and little knowledge, what if she ended up hurting him? Or worse, what if she didn't like her performance and sent her away? She had enough magic now - more than what she had always had, actually - but she didn't think she could bear the hurt.

Her thoughts flew out the window as he raised his hips and jerked down his clothing.

She gasped as his cock came into view, jerking wildly as it was released from its confines. Her eyes followed it, mesmerized, the organ finally running out of momentum and angrily thrust itself towards her. Fascinated, her hands found themselves drawn toward it, and she was hyper-aware of the groan that he made as she firmly gripped the length in both hands.

Warm, was her first impressionand so smooth... and hard. She marveled at this fascinating contradiction. It felt alive in her hands, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. On instinct, she squeezed with both hands, and then gasped as it seemed to flex in response. She was rewarded with another groan.So he liked that?.

For awhile she just squeezed and released, squeezed and released. His breathing quickened, the resulting slow groan did wonders to her confidence. The knowledge that she had power over him like this, that her actions was driving him crazy, was almost euphoric.

Not to mention the magic that was steadily trickling into her. Hanging around brothels at night - her preferred method of collection in days past - would never match up to this.

"Take of your shirt," He ordered, staring at her through lidded eyes.

She only hesitated for a second, and then she was whipping the cloth off her, her hands zeroing in back on him even as she felt him twitch. She kept her eyes on the bulbous head, wary of his reaction to her exposed skin. She knew she did not look the best - hell, evenSerry had a better body than she did. But he must have found it at least satisfying for him, as he swept her bare back with his hands, the tactile stimulation making her squirm on her hold. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She was surprised when he groaned.It's so sensitive she realized,it's so sensitive that he even felt my breath like so. What would happen if...

Agonizingly slowly, she brought her lips to his wanting cock, staring all the while at him. She must have done something right, for he groaned deeply and the magic in the air noticeably spiked yet again. His right hand was cupping her cheek, gently but insistently pulling her to his length.

"Put it in your mouth," he panted, before he threw his head back as the knobby head of his cock was engulfed in a liquid warmth. He groaned, unconsciously lifting his hips to get more of his prick into that wonderful hotness.

He looked down at Lydia, staring at him avidly from below, her innocent eyes twin orbs of fire in the dark night. The sight of her with his cock buried in her mouth was almost too much for the young man.

Aaron controlled herself in a herculean application of will. He had already felt a massive build up from the moment this beautiful creature had first handled his turgid member. "More," he whispered lowly, panting from desire.

Lydia complied, slowly but steadily working him into her mouth. She was not aware of the devastating effect her slow torture had on the young man, awash as she is with feelings of ecstasy as the magic poured itself into her in a steady stream, more than she had ever contained before in her life. Along with that, she had an odd sense of accomplishment in being able to bring pleasure to this kind man that made her world a little warmer.

His cock butted the end of her mouth, the sensation almost making him lose himself then and there. She was astonished to find out that she still had one good hand wrapped around his length, and contemplated going further. She concluded that it would be better for next time, her jaw was starting to hurt and it was getting difficult to breathe with his tool lodged up in there. She began the slow journey backwards, leaving a slick, glistening trail of flesh in her wake.

Determined as he was, Aaron was still able to hold up enough to see the magic of his dick magically reappearing from beyond her stretched lips. And she wasstill staring at him! The submissive innocence she found in that look made him groan.

He gripped her head, the look of need in his eyes broadcasting his intentions. Aaron awkwardly changed into a kneeling position as he kept the head of his cock buried in her little mouth, and with a hot groan of need he began to thrust.

Stay still, his eyes seemed to say,I need to take my pleasure from you now. Lydia obeyed, aroused and euphoric in equal measure, on her hands and knees as he slowly began to work his turgid cock in and out of her mouth with slow, long strokes.

"That's it," he encouraged, the passion in his voice making her squirm. "You're doing a very good job. Suck harder." He gasped as his demand was immediately fulfilled, the wet, hot suction intensifying, making him swim in a sea of rising lust.

The young man started thrusting faster and faster, thoughtlessly holding her head in place as he face fucked her in increasing urgency. Aaron threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss, unaware of the gagging woman writhing beneath him as he used her mouth for his pleasure.

Finally,finally, he crested the point of no return, and in his lust he thrust as deep as he can within Lydia's mouth as he yelled"Yess". The poor woman gagged and slobbered all over his cock, the rippling of her throat adding to the pleasure as his body detonated with waves upon waves of pleasure centered upon his crotch. He squirted explosively, painting her throat with the white of his seed.

Lydia felt the explosion in another way aside from the rock hard meat spasming in her mouth. She was was hit with a great wave of energy just as he erupted, her frail body absorbing it and her unpracticed brain translated it as pure pleasure. Her whole body convulsed helplessly as nameless, formless bolts of pure bliss raked through her whole body. She did not know it yet, but the young woman had just had her first massive orgasm.

She gagged on the throatful of cock and cum that she was being fed, squirming as the feeling dulled down. The pleasure left her ripe young body dazed, even as she instinctively swallowed the cum gushing out from him in in desperation. She choked, gagged, then choked again, but she persevered and soon she was rewarded with a long blissful groan as he emptied out.

And themagic.

She thought she had a lot before, but now she was positively overflowing. Never having been a wielder of such immense magical potential before, she was dumbstruck with the energy currently residing in her. Her body felt alive, more so than it had ever been, and she was feeling a yearning in her core that seemed to intimately tie with a foreign, tingling ache in her inexperienced pussy. The mixed sensations left her mindlessly suckling on his cock until he pulled her away.

"That was good. That was really, really good." The praise warmed her up, filling her with pride. Being able to make this mysterious man feel immense pressure made butterflies flutter in her stomach. That, on top of everything else, left her twisting in unfulfilled desire.

"Uh," She whispered, and then coughed. Only as she brought a hand to her mouth did she realize that she was wet with their mixed fluids, all the way to her breasts. Some of the spit and spunk must have escaped unnoticed. "Yes. Um. You're welcome." She mumbled, smiling up at him through her long lashes.

For Aaron, the sight of the young woman kneeling before was enough to make him hard again. She was breathing heavily, glassy eyes staring at him. Her legs were tight together as she squirmed sexily in a confused need. She glistened messily from her mouth to the top of her breasts, having drooled uncontrollably as he plundered her pretty little mouth. Her breasts were pale wonders, barely a little handful, but topped with fat, perfect nipples that a man could nibble on all day.

He reached for it with both hands, massaging the sticky liquid into her skin, and she whimpered as she sank her chest against his hand. Bolts of pleasure cracked in her body every time he pressed on her sensitive nipples.

"I'm sorry, I must have been hard on you."

Lydia thought that he sounded way too satisfied to sincerely apologize, but she was glad he tried. That, and the pleasure of his hands working on her chest was certainly a good way to express the apology. "It's- uh, n- nothing."

Aaron doubted she needed any more foreplay, she was basically panting and whimpering with need. But he savored the moment, getting to know her breasts intimately as he thought about just what in the hell it is he was doing.

But then again, if one did not fuck when he was basically a hostage by unknown, brutal people in an unknown, brutal world, whenwould he do it?

Gotta seize life by the balls. He chuckled.

Lydia gasped as she was gently but firmly pushed down. He was on top of her, his position making him seem a little bit bigger, more dominant. Her breath hitched when he kissed her, heady pleasure making her world spin and feeding that curious, needy tightness in her core.

"Off with your pants," he growled. Lydia hurriedly complied in mindless lust, only realizing the uncertainty of her situation when her naked legs spread themselves before him, the unfamiliar smell of her own arousal saturating the air. She was soaked. Scratch that, she wasmore than soaked, she was basicallyflooding.

"Well, well, well. Look who's ready." He smirked at her, playing off his dominant position.

"P-please, I-"

"Yes?"

Lydia blushed deeply, holding her legs obscenely open for his inspection, his eyes raking over it hungrily. "I've never done this before." She whispered.

"And yet here you are spreading your legs open for me."

He saw uncertainty flash in her eyes and decided to dial back, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. "But what a beautiful, innocent young lady." His blatant attention made her a little embarrassed and profoundly aroused, obediently holding still as he drew near her wanting slit. He came so near she could feel his breath over it, making her shiver and arch her back. She couldn't believe just how damnedwet she was.

He firmly swiped a tongue from the very bottom of her slit to the top of her mound. She was so surprised that she immediately tensed and convulsed in pleasure, her fingers digging in her ankles where she held them.

"Tasty." He declared, his body swiftly covering hers. She was by now a mindless, melted puddle of need for him to enter her. She whimpered once again as they kissed, trying to communicate without words how she ached for him.

The tip of his dick pressed against her opening, and she held still.

"Please, please, please" she chanted, "Please don't make me wait. Any .More"

So he gave it to her.

He thrust the entire length of him into her in one go. She groaned, loudly enough that it was already impossible to keep what they were doing a secret. For the two lust consumed youths, this barely even mattered.

There were very little words to describe it. Or it might just be that she could think of very few things right at the moment. She was filled to the brim, the sudden pain of his penetration swiftly replaced with the pleasure of white hot hardness spearing her through her core, and she wasstill keening her ecstasy.