Twenty years later - Basement Bordello Somewhere in Orlea
The place was filled with the usual, barely disguised, high-born, low feeding riff-raff that frequented such places here in the darker corners of the Orlesian empire. They mildly disdainfully perused these gifted, desperate young bodies for little more than to feed their basest desires. She wanted something a little more 'noble', a little more 'enduring' of these beauties than their pathetic, pretty, low-born lives would ever see in this world. Still. no real 'rare gems', the kind she needed, were to be found here.
She had just about given up on her search, and had drawn too much attention than she wanted to when she caught a glimpse of a shy new arrival. 'Perfect.' the blood mage thought as she looked the lovely young woman over - along with every other pair of eyes in the dark room.
She was 'it'; extraordinarily beautiful from any angle, a living embodiment of lust if there ever was, or would ever be one: her impossibly scintillating body was tightly wrapped in a red, and purple diaphanous silk dress that left nothing to the imagination about the perfection that lay beneath. Her staggeringly beautiful face was almost a work of art: flawless skin; piercing, white/blue, cat-like eyes that lingered on her own with an almost playful mischief; full, soft pouting lips that opened slightly as she smiled; and long beautiful, straight silk-like raven-black hair that fell down her back like a waterfall on a moonless night to her narrow waist.
The anxious blood mage approached the young goddess, pushing no less than twelve women out of her way; then one loudly objected.
The mage turned her red glowing eyes to the impertinent bitch giving her attitude, and that sufficed to tell her and the others, all they needed to know.
They left - quickly.
The beauty didn't so much as turn to face the excited mage as she sidled up to her, and gently caressed her arm.
"I take it you are new here?," she inquired, her eyes looking the beautiful girl over very approvingly. The girl breasts were exceptionally large, full, and firm, all but bursting from the confines of her tight dress. They stood in mesmerizing contrast to her narrow, flat belly, and tight, firm, round buttocks of her enticing, curvaceous, though somewhat average in circumference hips. The mage gasped as she saw the bumps of the girl's nipples against the sheer fabric. She licked her trembling lips as she watched a bead of sweat drip from the lovely's neck, almost seductively, down over the ample swells, disappearing into the snug cleavage, and absorbed by the fabric of the dresses low neckline.
The young woman nodded, looking more than a little shy, still not turning to face the blood mage.
The mage smiled and withdrew a small vial from her pocket, signaled for a drink, took a sip before discretely spilling the vial's contents into the glass, and handing it to the girl.
The young lovely blushed, then thanked her, then drank.
The mage was beyond elated, her tongue openly liking her anxious lips as she lifted the cup till the girl had drank it all down.
The girl gasped as she finished, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes dilated.
The blood mage lightly caressed the young beauties breasts through the silk, and winked at the girl as she smiled at her gliding fingers.
"I like your touch," the young goddess sighed as the blood mage slid her right hand under the dress and gently squeezed the girl's bare left breast.
The mage could barely contain her almost intoxicated giddiness at the feel of the ample bosom: the breast was a warm, pillow-soft, yet firm mound of pleasurable flesh that rose between her lightly gripping fingers like bread dough - It felt amazing to just place her palm against, let alone squeeze as she started doing, making the young lovely sigh and moan sweetly, her soft, pliant nipple stiffening against her anxious fingers.
The girl moaned as the blood mage continued her ministrations. Others looked on in wrapped, ardent wonder.
The blood mage pressed forward, and kissed the girl.
The full, soft, almost ambrosial sweet taste of the girl's full lips and the soft, wet warm tongue almost drove the blood mage mad with want. She moved back, took the girl's hand and pulled her to one of the rooms to see ho well her potion had worked; and how much gold and blood she could get from this young lovely.
...
The girl lay on the bed, naked, and every bit as salacious as the blood mage dreamed. Her large, peerless breasts bore the red bruises of the blood mage's impassioned kisses, the erect nipples bled slightly; her full lips bled as well from where the mage bit them as she kissed her; her warm, naked sex glistened with both her own sweet nectar and the mage's saliva, her engorged clitoris swollen, and dripped with her own sweet blood. Her face was a mask of unimagined euphoria.
The mage dressed, and wiped the blood and juices from her lips, closed a small jar of fresh blood, and placed it into her pouch.
She turned to her enraptured lover and gently rubbed salves that healed the bleeding wounds instantly.
The young beauty bucked her hips as the blood mage first healed, then sucked gently on the swollen nerve cluster topping her naked sex. She tossed her head about as the mage continued to suck on her trapped clitoris till her hips spasmed and the room filled again with the almost sweet scent of her arousal. The mage slid her fingers gently inside the young beauties sex, making her curvaceous, sweat soaked, body writhe more as she extracted a small amount of her honey, and raised it to the girl's gasping lips.
The girl sucked the blood mage's fingers clean.
"Good girl," the mage sighed, then massaged the girl's ample breasts till the bruises vanished.
The blood mage grinned, and stepped to the door.
The girl's wanton cries had drawn the crowd of admirers from the entry, and they had gathered to just listen to her howl, and sigh. Their curiosity was about to be rewarded.
"Who would like a taste" the mage offered,"highest bidder gets her for the night."
...
The girl had pulled the silk sheet across her breasts and only one thigh as a large, sturdy, thickly built woman entered nervously.
the woman looked the lovely girl over in open wonder; her cheeks flushed; the scent of the girl's arousal permeated the air like a sweet incense
The girl looked at the woman with heated eyes, "Don't be scared," she whispered, "come here."
The woman cautiously stepped to the bed; her eyes anxiously roaming over the girls barely hidden body; her trembling lips slowly salivating; her whole body shaking.
The girl smiled at her nervousness, and took the woman's large, shaking, thick fingered hands in her own.
the woman trembled even more.
The girl gently squeezed the woman's hands and touched her face, "First time with a woman?" she asked as she lovingly sucked each finger.
"I just wanted to talk to you. I'm no good at talking to beautiful women... and you are just, well, look at you" the woman stared at her feet, "I've never seen anyone so beautiful. I needed to... I mean I wanted to just sit and... what I mean is, when saw you enter the room... I just..."
The girl smiled at her,"You just wanted to talk?"
The woman nodded.
The girl smiled broader, "For how much?"
The woman blushed, "two thousand gold. I know you're probably used to only beautiful women just talking to you and I just wanted the chance to be alone with you. I have no need for anything else. I know I'm not attractive. I know you might act like I am. I know better. I wouldn't want to make you nauseous. I just..."
The girl kissed the woman, genuinely, with no artifice, and spoke softly to her, her beautiful eyes almost tearing, "I have never been so flattered," she sighed as she broke the kiss. She unfastened the woman's tunic,"and I am not about to let the WONDERFUL, astonishingly beautiful where it matters most, woman, with the most amazing hands I have ever had between my lips leave my bed, without the honor of her hands inside me. Besides, I do my best talking in bed, after pleasure "
The nervous woman pressed her hand to her own breast as the young woman pulled the silk sheet away from her own body.
"Like what you see?" the girl sighed as she unfastened the woman's skirt.
"Sweet Andraste, you are flawless, molded by the Maker's own artisans," she gasped as her trembling fingertips lightly pressed into the firm, yet soft mound of the girl's ample right breast, before flinching back.
The girl smiled, took hold of the woman's hand and pressed it firmly to the, copious, supple flesh.
The woman gasped as she moved her fingers closer to the nipple.
The girl closed her eyes against the pleasure as the woman began to play with the breast in earnest. She moaned as the woman tugged gently on the erect nipple; squeezed the soft flesh gently with her strong, thick fingers, and made the young beauty moan aloud as the woman finally took the aching nub into her warm mouth.
The woman, careful not to lay directly upon the beauty, slid her right hand down the girl's naked flank, and between her warm, soft thighs. She felt the girl moan as she opened her thighs to the woman's exploring fingers.
"What is your name?,"the woman asked as she stopped her hand, inches from the girl's aching nether lips.
The girl giggled, "After my orgasm," she sighed,, and kissed the woman's thin lips, "Now, slowly, move that beautiful, long, thick middle finger between my lips."
The woman obeyed, feeling the warm, wet folds close around the welcome intruder.
The girl closed her eyes and bit her lip, "Now," she sighed breathlessly, "use your thumb to gently stroke my pearl as you caress the tip of your finger against the roof of my... Ohhhh!"
The woman smiled happily as she made this goddess gasp for breath as her vaginal walls contracted against her thick digit.
The girl grabbed the woman's free hand and pressed it hard against her right breast, "squeeze it hard when I tell you, don't worry, I'll be fine...," she panted as the woman added another finger to help the middle one. The girl gritted her teeth as the woman massaged the breast, and a third finger tickled her inner walls as her body clamped down on them.
The woman gasped in amazement at herself at having brought this gorgeous woman to this state of pleasure.
The girl opened her tearing eyes, and gasped out her breaths as the woman added the last finger, and slid all four, slowly, in and out of the young goddess, careful to not lose contact with, or put too much pressure on the inflamed spot just a few inches inside front of the girl's sex. Her breasts heaved as her body writhed against the woman's thick fingers; her sex gripped and released the fingers as they varied in speed, and depth of removal, and penetration.
The girl looked all but pleasing at her lover, "grip it," she gasped, "hard."
The woman happily obeyed, squeezing the warm, sweat covered breast, then lowering her mouth to the other breast and biting down hard on the painfully erect nipple.
The girl suddenly went stiff; her vaginal walls contracted sporadically around the briskly pumping hand; her nostrils flared; her eyes went wide, and all but black from dilation; and her mouth contorted from an open wide gasp to an ecstatic grin.
The woman had her own orgasm as she felt the warm, thick juice discharge coating her hand, and the young goddess sigh and press more of her warm, soft breast against her face, and giggle lovingly as she stroked her hair.
"Don't move your hands," the girl moaned, then laughed joyfully, "I hope you enjoy the taste of my teat, you earned it," the girl cooed breathlessly, "My father calls me 'Lilly Flower'," the young goddess sighed as the woman began to gently suckle the nipple between her teeth, eliciting a sigh from her young lover, "my brother calls me...," she suddenly moaned in pleasure as the woman resumed gently probing into her with her thick fingers, "Mmmm, he calls me... 'Little One', Ahhh..." she gasped.
The woman smiled proudly at the power she had over the beautiful girl, power she never imagined she would ever have over any woman this gorgeous.
The young woman trembled as the woman tugged on the nipple with her teeth as she pulled on the other with her fingers. She bucked her hips against the slowly thrusting hand as her skin blushed, and she wrapped her thigh over the woman's hip. "My mother thinks he is simply playing off my name...," she bit her lip as the woman stroked her gently inside as she massaged one breast with her thick fingers, and the other with the biting motion of her mouth. Her whole beautiful body trembled as she suddenly clutched the wrist of the hand inside her, and pushed it in deeper, then slowly pulled it out.
The woman picked up that rhythm, and soon had her young lover's ample breasts pressed firmly against her face as the young goddess suddenly gasped aloud, her hands fidgeting wildly over the older woman's hair, her nails digging in.
The woman opened her eyes as the girl's amazing body once again shuddered in a climax; and then another, and another.
The girl slowly regained her breath, then moaned out a laugh in blissful pleasure, and kissed the woman's lips, sliding her warm, wet tongue into the other's mouth and moaning as the tongue wriggled against hers. She begrudgingly broke the kiss, took hold of her lovers thick index finger that had given her such pleasure, liked it lovingly, cutting it slightly on her sharp canines, then sucked hungrily on the blood. She smiled as she worked its way into her throat, then released it before cleaning the other fingers in turn.
The woman sighed as she rested her head on the younger woman's breasts, "You better get every ounce of that gold," she sighed as she caressed her young lover's beautiful face.
The girl smiled, "Oh, I will... all of it, and every drop of the bitches blood, and her empty little head."
The woman grinned happily, "I bet you will. Maker but you are so, wonderfully gifted with your impossibly ample charms; but you are certainly no courtesan, let alone a whore. Were you drugged by her?"
The girl shook her head as she stroked her lover's hair, "Nope. I was slowly fed all those potions as a babe to make me immune. I'm even immune to the taint, thanks to a man called Avernus, and a rather large gulp of a 'potion' of his my father took years before my birth. That and I was raised for a time in the Deep Roads, only briefly, a few months when things got bad on the surface. You learn things down there."
"So why the ruse?," the woman asked, "why play along?"
The girl smiled, and caressed the woman's cheek, "I need her to believe I am hers, so she'll take me to her friends."
The woman nodded, then her eyes opened wide in surprise, "What about me? I said I just wanted to talk, I ment it... You didn't need to..."
The girl pressed her finger to the woman's lips, and smiled at her, "I liked your eyes," she sighed softly, "There was no lust, only wonder in them. You looked at me as a thing of beauty, not a thing to debase, and slather on. Had anyone else come through that door, they would have been quickly put out for the night, as if they had passed out drunk."
"How?" the woman started to ask. She was instantly answered by being painlessly, gently, effortlessly levitated above the bed. Her eyes burst open in astonishment and joy.
The young woman beneath her smiled happily as she lowered her lover on her body, now face down, her lover's lips upon her large breasts.
The woman smiled and laughed happily, "Oh that stupid bitch,"she whispered, "you really are going to thrash her, aren't you beautiful? she lovingly clasped the girl's breasts together and liked and sucked the nipples in turn before burying her happy face deeply into her cleavage, and rubbing it briskly between them.
The girl laughed, a wicked smile on her beautiful lips, "You flatter me again."
The woman playfully bit the left nipple.
"What an idea," she cooed as she caressed her lover's wet cheeks, "let me feel your teeth, and your tongue, all over my body. I need... tenderizing."
The woman smiled, and eagerly clamped down on a mouthful of the young beauties large, supple, right breast; then began to suck hard on the trapped flesh.
The girl moaned in pleasure, "Oh," she gasped, "Andria... you can call me lover... or, if you prefer, what my mother called me... Lilith."
