Slave Girl 2: Chapter 35

With me kneeling over Rosa lovingly stroking her cock our conversation fades to let the sounds of the forest and river surround us.  In the peace and the quiet beneath the wizened cypress I notice the barely audible jingle like that of tiny bells.  As I look about I see the reemergence of nymphs peeking out from leaves and bark here and there before disappearing in the blink of an eye to appear somewhere else.  Gradually, cautiously, the minuscule forest dwellers were returning despite my alien presence.

“We have an audience.”  I whisper.

“Audience?”  Rosa opens her eyes just in time to watch a pair of the green twinkling, tinkling motes zip by overhead.  “Oh.  You naughty little nymphs!”

I smile, remembering back to how scared she’d been the first time she encountered the more common grassland sprites just outside of the Capitol.  It takes a moment but as Rosa’s blind eyes return to gazing off into the distance I realize that she’d been tracking the two that just went by.

“You can see them?”

“Mmm.”  She nods.  “When they are close enough I can.”

“They have magic.”

“They must.”  She says.  “If only they would stay still long enough for me to really see one.”

I chuckle.  “They were still enough when I came up.  There must have been a dozen of them on you.”

“On me!?  Those cheeky nymphs.  They’re playing with me.”  She grins.  “I hope that means they like me.”

“How could they not.”  I say.  Pausing my stroking I massage her knob and smear her precum around and over her hole.  My own dick flexed hard in my breeches.  It yearned for a similar touch but it would not receive it.  In denial I found obedience and subservience, a feeling even sweeter than orgasm for a man like me.

“Ohhhh.”  She sighs.

“Rosa.”

“Yes Master?”

“I want you to be selfish.”  I whisper.  “You are a Lady.  You should have everything you desire.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“I…I find myself thinking selfish thoughts as well.”

“Mmm.”  She shakes her head.  “That’s not you baby.  Be strong.”

“If you want Cassie…I will get her for…”

“Shhh.”  She says.  “You will not take her for my sake my love.  It must feel right to you.  And her.  Do not let my weakness become yours my love.  You are better than that.  Sometimes a boy has to be his Lady’s guide, especially when she’s feeling weak.”

“Okay.”  I return to my long, soft stroking, my grip even lighter than before.  With her stamina and my rough hands I worried about chafing her.  “You look so beautiful today.”

She grips my leg.  “Thank you.”  She lets out a long sigh, her gaze far away.  “I can see you now.  Looking down at me with those enchanting brown eyes.”  Reaching up she brushes my chin with the back of her fingers.  “Your cheeks are darkened by a day’s growth.  Your skin alight from your hours of work.  Your body hard and gleaming.  God you are a vision my love.”  She lets out a laugh.  “You need a haircut soon.”

“I do.”  I smile.

“I would have done it for you Master.”

“I know.”

“I would have made you so dashing.”

“I know Rosa.”

“Touch my breast.”

Twisting a bit closer I reach up under her dress to take her small, soft breast in my left hand.  It was softer than soft. It was perfect, as always.   “Like this?”

“A little harder.”

I squeeze and pinch at her supple flesh.

“Mmm.  That’s good.”  Reaching up she begins to run her fingers slowly through my hair then down my neck and across my chest.  She giggles as a shudder runs through me.  Finding the meat of my pec she begins to rub and massage it as I was doing to her breast.  As her thumb teases and flicks at my nipple I do the same to her.  “Ohhhmm.”

Closing her eyes again she whispers.  “Talk to me Master.”

“What do you wish to hear?”

“Anything.  I just want to hear the sound of your voice.”  She sighs.  “Tell me of your day.”

“Which voice would you like?”  I say in my high boy’s voice, before dropping low again.  “Your wish is my command.”

“Hahhh.”  She glows with joy.  “I wish to hear my man’s voice today.”  Her hand spreads out over my chest to feel the rumble come through it.  “Nice and deep and powerful.  It makes me feel…mmm…safe.”  

“Anything, my slave.”  I say with a baritone panache.  “Anything you command.”

“Ohhhh.”  She swoons happily.

Her hand gracefully glides back up to my head to gently pet me as I talk to her and pleasure her.  It is an odd thing fondling and masturbating someone as I chat about my day but with Rosa it feels natural.  With unhurried strokes I tell Rosa about my meeting with Cas and Horatius.  I recount the story of my encounter with Cassie’s brothers.   I describe the galaxy of nymphs I’d seen in the canopy, even as others of their kind flitted around us in the darkening wood.  I tell her of Lucas’ arrival, Cassie’s reaction, and I pass on Cassie’s goodbye to her as well.  I share with her the simple joy of uncovering the flowers among the weeds and think out loud about perhaps building a pergola to run along some of the garden paths to ease the heat.  She quips that she liked the heat, then urges me to carry on.  Then, having saved something interesting for the end, I choose my words carefully so as not to scare her and share with her my discovery of the maze and the Minotaur.  The way she smiled and reacted through the highs and lows I knew that she was watching me throughout my day in her mind’s eye.  And the way her lithe body slowly writhed I knew that my voice was doing more for her than simple communication.

“Ohhhh Quin!”

Her orgasm comes over her swiftly.  With a little buck of her hips her cock throbs in my hand and sends a great jet of creamy jizz arching right over her body and head to splatter onto the gnarled bark beyond.  Tightening my grip and hurrying my strokes I focus on her tip to milk her through her climax in a way that I knew felt good.  The second long rope of copious cum leaves a streak that bisects her lusty face, just to the left of her perfect nose.  A bit of it gets into her mouth which she swallows without protest.  Another and another and another powerful wads of semen erupt, each one nearly the volume of my entire load combined.  She clearly needed the release.  Her lilting moans are music, her sinuous writhing as lovely as her dancing, her climax a work of art.

I milk her to her last dregs until she lets out a long satisfied sigh.  “Ohhhhh.”  With her long demon slithering tongue she licks herself clean from the top of her forehead down to the base of her throat.  She rubs my earlobe between her finger and thumb.  “Good boy.”

“I live to serve you.”  I whisper.

“Mmm.”  Using just my earlobe she gently pulls me in toward her.

Understanding what she wanted I open my mouth and latch onto the tip of her cock.  I suck the dregs of her load from out of her then greedily tongue and lap at the hole for more.  My soft mewls naturally rise in pitch, the boy in me coming out now that I had a dick in my mouth.

“That’s enough.”  She says softly as she strokes the back of my neck.  “Carry me home my love.”

Releasing her tip from my lips I let her heavy cock thud down onto her belly.  “Yes…my slave.”

I dress her and cradle her close to my body before scooping her up off of the fertile earth.  As I am about to stand I notice the viscous glob of jizz still oozing down the bark of the cypress.

“Er…I think you just gave Silvanus a facial.”

“Pffft!”  Rosa buries her face in my neck.  “I didn’t!”

“You did.”  I say.  “Or you did to his tree at least.  A big ol wad of it.”

“Ha ha ha ha.”  The nymphs dance and jingle excitedly to her joyous sing-song laugh.  “Oops.  My humblest apologies oh mighty king!”  She says loudly before lowering her voice for just my ears.  “I hope he’s into that.”

“Have you heard the tales of the gods?”  I chuckle.  “They’re even hornier than we are.  I’m sure he loved it.”

“Ha!  They are a lusty lot, aren’t they?  He he he.  Kinky old god.”  She titters.  As I turn and carry her for home she blows the tree kisses.  “You were great babe!  I still respect you!  Don’t worry, the first one’s free!”

I laugh and shake my head and carry on toward the house.  As my slave giggles and jests some more I wonder if wise Silvanus was having second thoughts about his newest acolyte.  Since the dawn of time I don’t think the old forest king had ever had a follower like Rosa before.

Chapter 36