Demons Dreamin'

[BlackPorcelain]

For minutes in a row the man covered in rags sat still. Leaning over the small guy he had struck down with his wooden stick, he inspected him for everything. To Alex there still hadn’t been a single reason for this sort of action and thus he kept staring, his glance hardly changing direction.

Dozens of paper sheets flew through the alley, along with small boxes. Hell, there was even a wooden box that made its way as its wheels at the bottom were propelled by the wind. Gesturing his hand slightly, Alex casted a spell to put the wind to rest – Putting a halt to the wooden crate before it could slam in to the wall, a thing that could easily turn the criminal’s attention to the sailor.

“Sleep well kid. We’re not done with you just yet”, the youth could hear coming from the stranger’s mouth upon which he got himself off the ground. Putting the boy in his hands, he carried him from his place and disappeared into a nearby building.

Mere moments later Alex had placed himself in front of the door, gazing through the watered glass in an attempt to see what was beyond. Not able to see it too well, he decided to give the door a light push and enter carefully. What lied beyond him was an empty hall with nothing there but a duo of doors – One with a wooden frame, the other obviously made of some sort of metal. “eenie meenie minie moo…” Alex whispered to himself as he tried to choose his path.

Softly one of the doors made a crack, the wooden one. Assuming someone was on his way back, Alex quickly grabbed the metal door, opened it and swiftly locked it behind him. “Heh. Where is this place?” The youth thought as he found himself stuck in a room with several baths in it. Some even had water in them, while bubbles were rising from the bottom to the surface.

Peeking around if no one is was around, the sailor set out into the large chamber. Looking around all of the corners that were around, he couldn’t find a single trace of a person having been here. At least, until he heard a knock on the door opposite to the metal door he himself came through. “Ah. Not again!” His decision was a quick one, instead of running away again he was going to try and hide.

Quickly kicking his pants and other pieces of clothing off, he deposited them into a large box in a corner of the room and swiftly jumped into one of the bubble baths. In rapid succession bubbles came up to him, practically blinding his eyes as he was tumbling to the bottom of the bath – An unexpected and rather long way down.

*Thud* “God, that hurt!” Alex shouted underwater, bubbles inevitably flowing into mouth and gills. A moment later the sailor coughed loudly, inhaling even more bubbles. Suddenly a duo of feet sank into the water, followed carefully by the young body of a female figure. Her lithe form did nothing for the half DragonLord who was stuck in the bath, other than instilling an odd fear to be caught. Shifting uneasily through the water, Alex took a closer look at the bottom of the pool, noticing its strong silvery colour that resembled his scales so much.

Forgetting almost entirely about his shadow, the fellow looked at the lass as she washed herself clean in the water. Her body has many a curve, her head covered in a strange and mostly unnatural blond bundle of hair that was carefully put in a ponytail. Her green eyes were scanning the lower regions of the bubble path, staring mostly at the odd shadow that presented itself only five feet away from her.

[Beauty]

Slave obediently walked across the room to stand in front of her master. Lust shone in his eyes as he gently pulled her into his arms with her back against his chest. He held her close to him and rested his chin on her shoulder. Holding one of her hands in each of his, he crossed her arms over her stomach.

“You’ve been very good lately, Slave...” he told her softly, turning his face to let his lips caress her neck. He smiled as she shifted a bit in his arms, he knew all her buttons and had every intention of using that knowledge to its fullest extent tonight. Softly he pressed feather light kisses along the young woman’s neck, leaving a trail down to her shoulder.

A soft moan escaped Slave’s lips as she tilted her head opposite of Carth’s, stretching her neck somewhat. She liked the way Carth’s tender lips felt against her smooth skin. He always made sure that she was enjoying what he called “fun”. She didn’t move, savoring the soft, tender kisses she was receiving.

Gently, he spun her around so she was facing him and pulled her into his lap. Still moving with gentleness, he slipped on arm around her back to rest on her outer hip. He looked deep into her eyes and realized that as many times as he done this with her, she was still nervous. “Don’t be afraid, my dear. You know I won’t hurt you...”

Gently, he lifted his free hand to her face and tilted her chin upwards. Softly, tenderly, he kissed her young lips. After a moment, Slave began to relax and return her master’s affection. The hand that had tipped her face upward now slid caressingly over her still clothed body to her thighs. His hand stopped about half way down them, just at the edge of her dress, with his fingers nestled between her thighs.

Timidly, Slave returned her master’s kisses as she finally moved on her own for the first time. Slowly, her hands crept up his chest to his shoulders. One hand stayed there while the other slid back down his arm to rest in the crook of his elbow. Bit by bit she was losing herself in the pleasant feel of her master’s touch.

Slowly the young elf lord deepened the kiss. As he did so he gently grasped the hem of Slave’s dress and began pulling it up and over her head. He paused a moment after tossing the garment to the floor, admiring her perfect body. Then in one swift movement, he stood, lifted her and pulled the bedcovers back. Depositing her on the bed, he swiftly disrobed and slid into bed beside her, his hands seeking her body’s most tender areas even as his lips sought hers once again.

Slave lay beside her master, savoring his touch even as she hesitantly began to return it. Hands caressed over smooth skin, producing light moans of pleasure. Lips traversed down the length of one body and then back up it again, each kiss, each touch becoming more and more impassioned with each new kiss or touch.

*~*

Several hours later, Carth lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head. Slave lay beside him, her head resting against his chest. He watched the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed deeply in sleep. Tonight had turned out to be a rather good night after all and he was quite pleased with himself. Settling an arm around Slave’s shoulders, he too slipped into deep slumber.