The Longest Road, Part 8
You run your hands down from Greta's shoulders along her arms, and she shivers with nervous excitement at your touch. Methodically, you undo her dress, stripping her, exposing her to the cool air. The night sky is thick with clouds, and with even the moon obscured, her mortal eyes can't see you as you do this to her. She can't see anything. She can only feel your hands on her. And anticipate.
Once she's naked you back away, circling around her, stripping out of your own clothes as you do. For the most part you remain stealthy, but every so often you let yourself make just a little bit of noise. The girl glances uselessly back and forth, trying to follow those barely-audible sounds to determine where you are, which direction she'll be taken from. You let the anxiety—the uncertainty—build.
Even if she realizes intellectually you're not really going to hurt her, it still doesn't stop her heart from beating faster, doesn't stop the adrenaline from coursing through her veins. Because despite anything she might know in her head... she also knows, on a far more primal level, to fear what she cannot see.
She knows there are monsters in the darkness.
When you do start to feel her up, you've built her excitement and tension to the point that she's moaning at the slightest brush of your fingers. With nothing to focus her eyesight on, the sensations of touch are amplified when you run your hand down her flank. When you squeeze her ass. When you fondle her breasts. When you grope her pussy.
Soon Greta is whimpering with need, and it only increases the more you play with her, like a cat with a mouse. She knows what will happen to her, but she doesn't know when, or from where. Already you can feel delicious pleasure radiating off her from your teasing, and you haven't even truly begun yet.
Eventually, though, you make your move. Without warning, you grab her from behind and bend her over. She lets out a delighted mewl as she's forcibly taken, as you push her to the ground and thrust into her from behind. The girl submits utterly to you, your cock plunging deep into her tight, wet folds as you fuck her roughly into the grassy earth. She's babbling incoherently as you pound into her, but you manage to discern pleas for more, harder.
You oblige. Increasing both the force of your thrusts and the potency of the aphrodisiac in your sweat and precum, you drive her to new heights of pleasure, her plain brown pigtails whipping around her as her head as she thrashes. Her first orgasm isn't long in coming. Nor is her second, or her third. You keep fucking her right through all of them. By the time you release your first load of cum into her, she's incapable of doing anything but sobbing delightedly, trying in vain to catch her breath as her whole body convulses on your dick.
Even then, you don't relent. You flip Greta's limp body over onto her back, then crawl forward until you can kneel over her, your still-hard cock resting on her chest. Squeezing one breast in each hand, you begin to titfuck her. The effect of your cum has left her so sensitive that even this is ecstasy for the girl, and she writhes beneath you.
After spending a while enjoying the feel of her young breasts around your cock, you let yourself come a second time, splattering her face with your semen. It continues to shoot out in bursts, far more than any ordinary mortal could produce. You pull back, aiming the rest to paint more of her body: her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. Marking her. Staining her with lust.
Greta's hands wander up and down her body, smearing your cum all over her in her pleasure-drunk fugue as she kneads her own skin erotically. You watch the wanton display with approval... but you're still not done with the girl, not by a long shot. You had to cut it short with her in the alley, but tonight you will not let her go until you've devoured everything that she has to offer you.
You sit down, then drag her over to kneel right in front of you, straddling you, your cock pressed up against her slit once more. Leaning in, you wrap your arms around her, pulling her smaller body tight against your chest and claiming her lips in a fierce, deep kiss. Then, while kissing her, you pull her down onto your cock, impaling her over and over again as her body spasms in your arms.
For over an hour, you continue to ravish her in all manner of different positions, driving her to orgasm countless times while coming both in her and on her. You use her in every way you desire, and she does everything she can to assist in that, though she's limited by her inexperience.
Then—after you pour yet another load of semen into her womb—it finally goes beyond the limits of her last bit of stamina and she crumples, unconscious. You quickly catch her before she hits the ground, then lower her the rest of the way.
You draw in a deep breath, then let it out. Your hunger is sated once again, and much more completely than before. You should be able to go quite some time before feeding even starts to become an issue again.
Looking down at Greta, you see her lying on the ground in a tangle of limbs, her entire body splattered with cum. You know that the next order of business will need to be getting her cleaned up. That shouldn't be a problem, though, as you remember a small river that the caravan crossed not long before setting up camp for the night. Reaching down, you lift the girl into your arms and set off at a brisk pace.
Not long into the trek, Greta begins to stir a little, though at first all she does is nestle a little bit more into your arms. By the time you reach the bridge the caravan had crossed, however, her eyes are open again. It's still too dark for her to see anything, but you can both hear the running water. You step into the stream, then lower her into it as well. She lets out a small hiss at how cold the water is, but stands there all the same, the water coming up to just below her waist.
The two of you begin to wash each other, your hands exploring each others' bodies in a more restrained way than your previous frenzied copulation. Greta's attempts are a little clumsy in the darkness, but she does the best she can.
Watching the girl as she fumbles through her attempts at helping you clean up, you decide to do as much as you can to ensure that she's not caught up in the mess you're diving headlong into. You're using her for food, but other than that, you don't want to get her involved. A simple girl like her isn't cut out for the kind of danger you'll likely be facing. And in the end, you don't want to take her away from her family, her life here.
Still, that doesn't mean you can't give her some assistance while you're here, teach her more of the glories of lust in a way she can use even after you're gone. And if you're going to start, might as well start with the very basics. "Greta..." you say. "Do you masturbate?"
After everything you've just done, you'd expect that the question wouldn't embarrass her. Yet somehow, it does. Perhaps it has to do with the bluntness, or putting it into words instead of actions now that the rush has faded somewhat. Still, she nods, prompting you to continue. "Show me."
She obeys, reaching hesitantly down to her slit and starting to rub. You watch for a while, circling around her, before reaching down as well, your hand overlapping hers. She continues without pause, still her hand doing the touching... but now it is your hand guiding her. You start to murmur in her ear, giving her quiet instruction on how to truly get the most out of the experience. And even as tired as she is, it isn't long before you guide her into one final little orgasm.
Greta slumps against you once more, and chuckling, you lift her again, carrying her out of the water. You're both mostly clean at this point, and you waste no time in carrying her back to where you left your clothes. After dressing, you lead her back to the camp, parting ways once she's close enough to the campfires to see her destination. She creeps back to her bedroll, while you melt back into the shadows and circle around to yours.
After such a successful feeding you're able to fall asleep almost immediately.
You awake hours later as the sun begins to just barely glimmer over the horizon. You see that some workers are already breaking camp, preparing to depart. Rising from your own bedroll, you start to do the same, and soon the caravan is moving once again.
As the day passes, you plan out the next steps in your pursuit of Khaytala. You have a fair number of opportunities to talk with her, though given her duties they're often only in passing. Not to mention that you don't want to come on too strong, or make it look like you're following her too closely. Still, you're able to make good use of the time, simply interacting with her and increasing your familiarity as you both follow the road onward.
It's on the second afternoon that you manage to get a more significant stretch of time alone with the half-orc warrioress, without her duties getting in the way. The two of you are walking along the edges of the flow of people, looking out across the rolling green landscape, and the occasional trees dotting the hills here and there. Khaytala seems a bit more relaxed than usual, and you decide that this would be a good opportunity to pursue a deeper, more involved line of discussion.
But what to bring up? There are the three questions you didn't get around to asking at the tavern; any of those might give you more insight into Khaytala's nature, as well as hopefully bringing you a little closer.
Or you could try something a bit more direct. You learned from talking about her book that she's learning elvish... which you speak fluently thanks to your Gift of Tongues. She might appreciate the chance to have a conversation in the language, to practice.
Given that she's still apparently in the early stages of learning, you doubt it would work well to have a serious, emotional conversation that way... but you could probably get away with a bit of flirting, if you wanted to. The question in that case would be whether or not you understand her well enough yet to make the most of the attempt.