John Ringo - Choosers of the Slain

“Yes,” Lydia said, biting her lip and wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick. Then she shifted forward on the pillow and took him in her mouth.

She had a bit of trouble getting the rhythm of hand and mouth together at first, but she quickly caught on.

Mike took her hair in his hand and sped her up. Again she got out of rhythm but soon got the feel for it, speeding up quite a bit.

Mike knew, though, that her neck muscles wouldn’t hold out for long. However, being fellated by a delicious blonde virgin on her knees was more than enough for him. He quickly came into her mouth.

She stopped and gagged at that but he grabbed her hair and held her in place, pumping in and out to get the last drop.

“Catch it in your mouth and swallow,” Mike said, gruffly.

“Yes, Kildar,” Lydia said, after she’d swallowed.

“And now,” Mike said, picking up her champagne glass and pulling his pants back up, “have a drink of champagne. It helps with the taste.”

“It… wasn’t bad,” Lydia said, her brow wrinkling. She still swilled the champagne around.

“Orange juice,” Mike said, picking up his own glass and having a sip. “It does something to the chemistry.” He knelt down and kissed her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Lydia said, frowning.

“Now for the rest,” Mike said, lifing her up to her feet and then into his arms. “You’ll be fine,” he added at the look on her face.

“I know I will be,” Lydia said, still nervous.

“Keep ahold of that glass,” Mike added, chuckling.

“I will,” Lydia replied, smiling and then finishing off the champagne in it.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, sitting down next to her and picking a strawberry from the bowl by the bed.

“Strawberry?” Mike asked, grinning.

They replayed the strawberry game until she was smiling again. During it Mike had managed to get rid of his boots, pants and shirt, sometimes with help.

Finally they were both more or less naked. Lydia still had her panties and shoes on but Mike was starkers. Lydia was starting to show some signs of nervousness, among other things trying to cover her lovely breasts, so Mike decided to take a detour.

“Roll over,” he said, giving her a slap on the side and a smile.

“Why?” Lydia asked nervously.

“You’ll like it, trust me,” Mike said, more or less pushing her over.

When he had her on her stomach he opened up a jar and smoothed some of the massage cream onto her back. The cream was a mixture of almond cream with a bit of sesame oil, a trick that a former girlfriend who was a masseuse had taught him. She’d also taught him the proper way to give a massage so he started working Lydia’s muscles with strong strokes from his thumbs, rolling them along the grain of the muscle in the girl’s back.

“That feels good,” Lydia said sighing.

“Better if we had a massage table,” Mike said, continuing to massage the girl’s back and neck, then working downwards.

The massage, unfortunately, was counteracting the earlier blowjob. The point of that, besides Mike just enjoying it, was to let him blow off some steam. But Lydia had a truly gorgeous butt, rounded and firm, and while Mike wasn’t planning on going for any back-door action, it was tempting as hell.

He massaged down her back and onto her ass, sliding her panties off in the process, then down the legs to her calves. Then he worked back up until he was up between her thighs and slid his fingers into her pussy. That elicited another surprised gasp, but she was also wet, which was a very good sign so Mike rolled her quickly over and pulled her head back by the hair.

He slid his tongue down the side of it to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, digging into that tender nerve point strongly and eliciting a moan. More goosebumps had built up on her arm, which was another good sign. The idea at this point was simply to keep her mind off of anything other than the moment. If she started to stiffen up it was because she was thinking about secondary concerns; what Oleg would think, what her family would think, the Keldara. He had to keep her mind centered on what was happening now to the exclusion of everything else. And that meant keeping up the stimulae so she couldn’t think of anything else.

While he continued to stroke at her neck with his tongue, his right hand was busy, first playing with her nipples, which seemed particularly sensitive, then sliding down her side, eliciting a giggle at one point. Ticklishness was another good sign. It showed she had a degree of sexual nervousness that was on the good side. Girls who had virtually no tickle reaction were generally either asexual or just not into sex, period. That would make this evening rather trying. But Lydia had always had a natural sexiness that had to have some depth to it.

Finally his hand had crept back down to the bottom of her stomach and he slid his fingers between her legs. They tightened for a moment as she half struggled to get away, then parted as his fingers did their magic. Some women got off on having their clit played with while others preferred penetration. From Lydia’s reactions she was more of a penetration gal, so Mike slid his fingers in carefully, rubbing them along the clit as he did so.

He’d moved his mouth down to her breasts and found that the nipples were definitely an erogenous zone on Lydia. The combination of stroking and playing with her nipples had the girl writhing and panting.

The question at this point couldn’t really be answered. Some women wouldn’t orgasm without penetration while others rarely did with penetration. Without having experience with Lydia he wasn’t sure which she would be. But the question was answered a moment later as the girl gasped and arched in a hard orgasm.

While she was still arching Mike quickly slid over and spread her, entering her quickly but as gently as he could. He could tell from the grimace on her face when the hymen was broken but he didn’t relent, beginning to drive hard into her.

Lydia was clearly up for that, as her fingers dug into his ass and pulled him in, hard, as he stroked. Her eyes were closed and she was panting hard as he varied the rhythm, never letting her get bored with the action. She came again in less than a minute, then again almost immediately after with a scream of pain and pleasure.

The last orgasm was hard enough that Mike knew he had to stop for a second anyway. As he paused she opened her eyes and shook her head.

“I never knew…” the girl whispered.

“It’s impossible to know,” Mike said, kissing her on the forehead. “But I’m not done, yet.” He paused for a moment and then grinned evilly. “I think that’s enough of a rest.”

“Oh… All Mother,” Lydia whispered as he started again. “Oh… Gods…”

Lydia paused as she pulled the horse into the compound, biting her lip nervously. There weren’t many choices. She could probably turn around and ride back to the Kildar and beg him to take her as one of his women. And there were… attractions to that. Attractions that worked hard against the fear of shame from the night before.

But, then, there was Oleg. They had been friends as children and even before they were betrothed she knew that she loved him. She would always love him, no matter what. And he had promised that he would not hold this night against her.

She finally loosened the reins on the gentle mare and let her continue into the yard, pulling to a stop not far from the front door. It was early for most people but she was surprised by the lack of activity around the house; it almost looked deserted.

However, as she stopped the front door opened and Mother Mahona came out with one of Lydia’s female cousins, Nastya. Nastya held the reins as Mother helped Lydia down.