A Sailor and a Lady: An Earthblood Story - M4A

The swell of music pulled him through the doors, or maybe it was Deinich's impossibly broad hands. More people than he'd seen his whole life he thought. More food too. It was an impossible change of aroma, from the salty breeze of the seaside air, to the swamp of perfume and cologne and tangy bodily odors. It was a wall of smells, sights, sounds. The Den was not an unheard-of place amongst the inhabitants of Henneck Harbor and the lower quarter, but Moshet was not one of them, no matter what his sailors might pretend. This was as new to him as a tree to a fish.

"Welcome! May I guide you to a seat?" A handsome man painted in a splash of bright colors offered his hand.  The rainbow crossing his body was blocked only by a loincloth, but even that did little to deter ones eyes from following, looking for a treasure hidden at the end. Deinich grinned and patted his friend on the back, urging them follow their near-nude host.

Their table was right beside a series of small, circular pillars (stages?) upon which danced an array of fully nude figures. Deinich yelled something over the throng of noise about them being excited guests, not employees, but Moshet was listening more with his eyes at this point than his ears. Smooth, painted skin all around him, lights flashing from electric beacons on a raised platform, a horde of musicians strumming and beating and blowing a cacophony of music to shake the building, and his very soul. It was all so incredible. He'd never seen anything so wild... so... perfectly chaotic. So beautiful.

And then he saw something even more wild... even more chaotic... even more beautiful.

She was a blur of swinging limbs and shivering bangles. Bells and ribbons flailed through the air, attached to her body yet still trying to keep up. There was nothing else to hide her soft skin beyond the paint that seemed now so common as to be from birth for these people. Moshet could swear his heart had stopped three times already, seeing her twirl and float through the air, a steel pole and a series of long sashes dangling from the ceiling allowing her to avoid the ground entirely. She was like water, no... so much MORE than mere water... an ocean all her own, thrashing and flowing across the stage with no concern for who could be watching. Or perhaps... with hopes that everyone was. His heart stopped again.

Deinich yelled a name to him, but he couldn't quite catch anything other than "Lady." She could be a queen or a rat for all he cared, he would bow before her regardless. THAT was a woman, glorious and radiant in this wild state, this dance of instinctual fervor. He could hear Deinich yell something through laughter, and Moshet wasn't sure when he'd walked up to the stage. Her eyes. He could swear she'd... yes... she'd looked right at him. Or rather, into him. Those piercing orbs, so bright even amongst the flashing beacons. He was enthralled, following her as she swung and flew across the stages. A mesmerizing display of athleticism and beauty. He drank up every last inch of her with his own eyes, desperate to know all of her. 

Then she was there, kneeling at the edge of the stage as if she'd been there all along, her hands on her hips, breasts heaving with each labored breath. He swallowed, gulped, gasped, he wasn't even sure at this point, he just knew he needed to do something else seem dead for his helpless stare. A slight curl at the corner of her mouth, and she leaned down past his head, her lip caressing along the edge of his ear.

"Maia. Yours?"

"M... Maia."

"No, sweetie. That's MY name. Tell me yours..."

"Oh... Moshet. I think."

"You think?"

"Well, that's what the sailors call me..."

"And what would you like ME to call you...?"

"Fuck..." his pants were so tight it hurt.

"Mmm... strange choice, but I've heard worse in my line of work..." Her laugh was like wine spilling down his ear canal and right over his brain. He melted against the edge of the stage, chuckling and mumbling to himself under her breasts. Suddenly his head was pulled back, her fingers tangled in his hair to make him look into her eyes.

"So, handsome sailor... what are you doing here, tonight?"

"You... uh... I... hehe... you're really good at... That."

"Oh honey, that's not an answer to my question. Or maybe... hehe... maybe it is..."

Oh. That... that is a dangerous smile...

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"So... a fishing ship? Must be why you're so strong. All that hard labor..."

"Well, we do all kinds of work, whatever people will pay us for, really."

"Huh... so we're not too different, you and I..." That smirk.

"Not at all, I suppose." He chuckled nervously. He didn't know how else to chuckle.

"An amnesiac sailor. How exciting. Your life is like an adventure book."

"Well, I suppose so! Though I'm not sure I'm charming enough for the beauty in this chapter." She bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

"Comfortable?" She trailed a finger down his chest, curling it over the top of his trousers.

"Surprisingly so." There had to be a more confident way to laugh. Though who can be particularly confident when they're tied to a bed, he thought. The soft ribbons held him tightly, yet were so smooth he felt like they'd spill away if he moved at all. A few tugs from the woman showed otherwise.

"Good... I want you to be comfortable... It's very important." He shivered as her lips brushed his shoulder. "Very..." Kiss. "Very..." Another kiss. "Important..." Her teeth were sharp, stinging his flesh as they sank ever so slightly into his neck. The light moan he let out was nigh-uncontrollable, and he could swear it echoed. That or he moaned again when her hand slid down over the bulge in his trousers.

"Ahh... Maia... you're so... sharp..."

"Sharp? Well one has to be to run the biggest brothel South of the Capitol." She bit him again as if to solidify her point.

"MMmmm... please..." She smiled into his neck as she untied the laces that held his trousers together, letting him slip free with a wiggle of his hips. Her fingers danced so lightly along the length of him, teasing at the tip as he shivered. Another echo of pleasure from his mouth, and her hand curled about him, circling the base of his cock. That curl at the corner of her lips again as she felt him throb in response.

"Moshet... You're so... malleable..."

"Mm.. mall... haha... well one has to be to run the... to... um you're really pretty." He could drink up that laugh forever, the way it filled him with such impossible joy. The echo of his pwas different suddenly, as her lips opened and she swallowed every inch of his cock.

"OH FUCK-" Moshet's hips pushed forward slightly, trying to thrust against her mouth on instinct, but they had nowhere to go. She'd trapped him in her throat, her lips kissing his groin. Keeping her head still, her tongue pressed against the underside of him, her hand snuck beneath to his balls, tenderly wrapping about them and rolling them in her fingers.

He made the mistake of looking down to see her work, and met her piercing gaze. Those eyes stabbed through him, emptied him of inhibition, and of courage.

"Please... fuck, Maia please..." She smiled over his cock, seeing how helpless he was there above her. As her lips moved ever so slightly, she felt him throb once, twice, then the warm flood of his cum.

"Fuck... I'm... " She swallowed slowly, steadily, almost in time with his moans, her mouth edging along his length until her lips were wrapped around the head. Her tongue flitted against it, teasing out the last of his pleasure, fingers tugging gingerly at his balls to ease him through his orgasm. When he dared look down again, sweat beading at his forehead, her eyes were... gentler. Dulled from knives to warm pools.

"Are you alright...?"

"I... yes. I guess it's just... been a long time."

"Mmm... just let me know if it's too much..." She smiled that dangerous smile, her hand moving to his cock again, gliding ever so slowly along it, keeping it hard and ready.

"No... Steel, no." She crawled up from between his thighs to straddle him, her hair beautiful waterfalls down painted shoulders. She leaned down to kiss him, now her turn to be surprised as his tongue brushed past her lips to dance with her own. She purred into his mouth, her breasts so warm against his chest, her hands moving to his hair to play and tug. He could feel her cock resting on his, rubbing back and forth as she slowly rolled her hips, pressing tighter and tighter against him. He wished he could reach down and stroke her, stroke them both together. He wanted to give this gorgeous creature pleasure, needed to.

"Do you want me...?" She whimpered softly, reaching down to take each of their cocks in either hand, as if she'd been the one to think it. Moshet moaned in response, leaning up the short distance he could against his bonds to nip at her shoulder and neck. Her turn to add to the echo.

"I'll take that as a yes..." Her voice trembled ever so slightly. She opened her mouth and let a thin string of spit fall to their cocks, her fingers rubbing them over, getting them slick and ready. Her eyes met his, still soft pools pouring some wonderful elixir into his own, as she sat up, positioning herself above his aching member. He smiled, waiting for the inevitable.

"Maia..." He whispered under his breath, relishing how it felt on his lips. The name burned away to a low groan as she slid down... his cock wet with her spit slipping into her with only the slightest resistance. She moaned with him, arching her back, her hands roaming up her stomach to her breasts. He smiled, dangerously, and pushed his hips up to meet her, filling her completely with his cock. She bit her lip to hold back a whimper, fingers pinching her nipples to help build that beautiful ecstasy.

"Maia..." He growled softly, loving how it tasted on his tongue. She moaned as she began to move, sliding up and down on him as one hand returned to her cock, stroking in time with her hips. He throbbed inside her, and she squeezed him back, the incredible fullness driving her to move faster without a thought. He moved with her, eager to give her pleasure in any way he could, pushing himself deep with every thrust of their hips.

"Fuck..." She gasped, hands moving to the frame of the bed, holding herself up as she slowed and he sped up until she'd stopped moving altogether, letting him take over. He gladly took control, if you can call it control when he was tied up and at her mercy, thrusting into her harder and faster with every new rock of his hips. He strained against his bonds, wishing he could touch her, grab her, squeeze her, pinch her, kiss her, ANYTHING to give him more of her beyond filling her with his cock. Her head fell back, eyes closed, mouth agape, flooding the room with beautiful sounds. He smiled, knowing she was close, knowing that he was giving this to her. This pleasure. This ecstasy. That he could give this beautiful being such wonderful warmth.

A hand quickly moved to her cock, stroking wildly as she came. He groaned with delight as he pumped into her, faster still beyond all possibility, driven to reckless need by her climax. Her hands gripped the bed and she shuddered, barely getting leverage to push herself onto his cock in return to his thrusts. That was all he needed.

"Maia!" He cried out as he exploded, fucking his cum up into her with hungry thrusts, nearly bouncing her on his cock with every movement. She moaned in rhythm, feeling him give her everything he could, barely able to hold on anymore as her muscles tensed with aching joy. Nearly a minute of reckless thrusts followed before they collapsed together, both of their bodies sore from overstimulation.

"Maia..." He whispered, and she kissed him. When their lips broke, he stared into her eyes for a long time, trying to get lost in the ocean behind them. Maia smiled, she'd never seen someone look so... happy... to see her. She'd seen excitement sure, but not... whatever this was. She was beautiful, she knew that well, but no one had ever looked at her quite like that. With such... admiration? Beyond desire. Beyond hunger. It was... so pure. So... gentle.

"Moshet...?" She rested her head on his shoulder so as to break his gaze, or maybe to hide something.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why do you keep looking at me like that...?"

"Like what...?" He sounded so genuine. Foreign. There was no one in this city that sounded so sincere.

"Like... that. Like, I'm beautiful."

"Because you ARE beautiful, Maia." He kissed her hair. Again, she already knew that. She'd heard it a thousand times from a hundred different people. But no one really MEANT it. No one. Right? "Is... something wrong?"

She smiled into his neck, looking at the little red marks from her teeth.

"No. No everything... is great. You're great."

"Mmm good. I'm so glad." He nuzzled into her hair, trying to figure out what that perfume could be trying to replicate. She giggled at him, wrapping her arms about him for warmth. Quietly, she sniffed at him as well, realizing that he smelled of something warm and comfortable, like wood smoke and cinnamon. She hadn't noticed that before. Or how his skin seemed so gentle against her own. His heartbeat was so... calming, so at ease. Why did she suddenly feel so safe...?

"So... can you untie me?"

"Soon." Maia whispered into his skin, closing her eyes and holding him closer. " Soon. I just need to rest a moment... Moshet."

The name felt so nice on her lips.