Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... than the last, until he'd built up a wondrously consistent rhythm that drew forth soft gasps and the occasional sob.

I threw my head back and laughed, quite glad that I'd abandoned that silly game oflorkaa to finally indulge the purpose of the Rite.

The silent stranger settled his hands upon my thighs, giving me a chance to notice that he was missing his left pinky. While I was certain there was a story to be told, I cared naught at all for it at the moment. Besides, the rules of the Rites prohibited learning about one's lovers.

Names, pasts, identities...all were irrelevant.

All that matter was the joy of lust and the heat of our bodies.

I raised my trembling legs, draping them over his shoulders. His green eyes flashed up at me and he let out a low, thrumming moan against my folds.

"I gave you that red feather for a reason," I murmured at the mainlander, tearing my gaze away from my lover for just a moment. "You can kiss and touch me all you like."

"I know," he rumbled, his blue eyes boring into mine. "But perhaps I just want to watch."

After letting out a growl of frustration, I reached up and grabbed my left breast, my trembling fingers teasing at my nipple through the thin, sheer fabric.

"I, however, would not be content just to watch," said the other man at the table, flashing me a bright grin.

"I might be tempted to grant you a feather, were it not for that smug tone," I shot back, before my eyes rolled back at a particularly firm lick ...

... between my legs.

Despite my refusal, he let out a warm laugh and rose from his chair before vanishing into the mist. Through the haze I could make out other shadowy figures. They crowded around the table for a better view, no doubt hoping that I might grant one of them a red feather as well.

I glared past them, trying to see where that damnable man had gone.

My irritation and curiosity vanished the moment my masked lover slipped two fingers inside of my sex, thrusting in perfect rhythm with those firm, long licks.

Eyes bulging and mouth agape, I flailed about for a moment, grasping hold of the mainlander's burly arm for support.

He still refused to kiss or touch me, seemingly content just to leer with those hungry blue eyes of his.

"You're starting to make me regret giving you that feather," I growled after regaining enough composure to speak. A soft little moan or whimper erupted between every few words.

"You won't," the burly man said with a shake of his head. "Because once my friend makes you come, I'm going to pin you against that wall and fuck you until you weep."

I bit my lip, whimpering both at those wicked words and at the rising tide unleashed by the man between my legs. My hand gripped his curls, while the other reached up to gently cup the brawny mainlander's chin.

Grunting with effort, I tried to lean up to claim a kiss, only for him to smirk and push me away.

I had half a mind to toss a red feather into the haze-covered crowd. Before I ...