Derik's Luck 04

From TSade

[edit] A Bad Place

He only fell a few meters before he smacked hard against the surface of some pool. Despite the agony that surged along his back, in that mere moment before he slipped under the surface, he realized that he needs to worship any god, if just to curse them.

Now to find a list of gods he hates.

The hot water washed over him, extinguishing the flames on his stealth suit and he clamped his mouth shut as he fumbled for the bottom. To his surprise, his feet caught the bottom of the pool seconds later; it was only a meter in depth. Kicking up, he gasped for air as soon as his face broke through the perfumed surface.

Perfume?

His couldn’t see anything, his eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the flames. Instead, he breathed in the smells of his surroundings, keeping low in the water until he could find himself.

Perfume, women, and burning clothes.

He was pretty sure the burning was him. He winced, then froze as he heard something moving in the darkness.

A light grew in the far end and he got his first view of light cascading over bodies. Dozens of them, all gloriously nude, naked, and very female. Sprawled out on pillows and blankets, stretched out across each other. He gasped, feeling his cock twitching to life as he stared at shadowed nipples and shaved pussies.

His eyes focused on the movement, a woman probably in her late teens or early twenties, wearing nothing but a silk robe that did nothing to hide her beautiful body, as she carried a magical lantern sleepily across the room. Her bare feet carefully finding the spaces between the sprawled nudity. Reaching the edge, she yawned as she disappeared down a hall and the room once again plunged into darkness.

Derik promptly decided that he needed a god to thank.

He revised his opinion as he realized where he was.

The baron’s harem.

The forbidden harem.

The “if I get caught, I will lose my balls painfully” harem.

Baron Hamel refused to marry himself, holding out for the “perfect” wife to hang on his arm. Instead, he had a harem of nearly a hundred women, each of them living in a life of sensual comfort. Most of them were selected from the cream of society, but the baron also accepted exotic women as part of negotiation.

Remembering the sheer amount of naked bodies before him, Derik decided that Hamel was very good at negotiating.

Slowly, he pushed himself out of the water, winching as the water dripped off and the ruined remains of his stealth suit slipped off his body. The air felt warm and soft against his skin as the outfit sloughed off. He turned around to strain as much of the remains from the water, to hide his tracks.

By the time he gathered up as much of his outfit as possible, nearly choking from the burnt smell, his eyes managed to adjust to the dim light. Peering around, he could only see the shadows above him, where the priceless sapphire rested inside some ventilation.

He breathed in the smells of naked women and promised he would find a god to hate later.

Creeping as quietly as he could, he sneaked to the edge of the room, hiding behind a pillar. To his luck, he found a mirror reflecting just a hint of light and used it to inspect the damage.

His slender body looked and felt unharmed, but his outfit barley clung to his body. A strip caught along his hips, barely hiding his manhood, and a few more strips held on the rest of it. Swearing in a whisper, he shrugged out of the remains of the stealth outfit. It was an expensive tool, that suit.

If he didn’t just steal it, of course.

He almost felt sorry as he shoved the remains into the bottom drawer of some dresser. In the dim light, he carefully fumbled around, trying to find something to cover his now-naked body. His cock, hard at the thought of the harem just feet away, bounced with each movement as he pulled open the drawers.

Soap and perfume, not even a strip of silk to cover himself.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Standing up, he looked back and forth for another dresser when he caught sight of a woman in the mirror, staring at him with shock and holding up the dim lantern in her left hand.

She had sandy brown hair and a silk robe that spread open, revealing her small, perk breasts that left him breathless. His eyes drifted down as he turned around, a blush rising up in his cheeks. Focusing on her, he saw her shaved pussy framed by her legs, perfectly delectable. His cock surged to full height, swelling until it ached, as he lifted his eyes to stare at you.

“Um, hi,” he whispered as softly as possible.

She cocked her head as she took a hesitant step forward.

“Why are you naked?” she whispered back. Derik let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t yell for help as the first thing.

“Um, I fell down.”

She glanced up and he almost managed to step out of the light of the lantern, but she stepped to the side to keep him centered on the pool of brilliance.

“Why are you naked?”

Her whisper had a hint of amusement. Derik blushed hotly and pulled his long black hair around to cover his groin, one hand holding his hardness tightly as he looked around for some escape.

He gave her a helpless glance and tried to step away from her. A sudden grin on her lips made his heart skip as she stepped forward again, following him as he tried to duck behind a pillar.

“The guards will kill you if they find you.”

Derik felt the heat rising in his cheeks as he glanced up. The opening to the vents stood above him, three meters and just out of reach. Even climbing the wall, she would have too much time to call for help.

Her head still cocked, she grinned.

“You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

Derik’s head snapped to stare at her.

“Um...”

She took another step toward him, the grin turning into an almost evil mask, the type of playful evil that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Admit it, you’re fucked.”

Derik tried to back away, then realized that she was almost illuminating the rest of the harem. One may play with him, but if the entire room woke up, he was screwed.

The flush burning on his cheeks, he turned back to her and nodded.

She grinned triumphantly.

“Want me to help?”

Surprised, Derik just nodded.

The harem girl motioned for him to come back around the pillar. He obeyed, keeping his eyes locked on her as he inched his way back.

She looked in both directions.

“You have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

She grinned and looked down at her tight body.

“Lick me.”

Derik froze, staring at her with wide eyes.

“Um, what?”

She grinned, “I just went into the bathroom to frig myself, but couldn’t get off. I bet you could do a perfect job, those slender hands, that pretty face.”

Derik’s lips parted in shock. He felt the heat growing with every word she said. His hands trembled as he risked a glance down to her shaved mound.

“I... I never did that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You have to be kidding?” she whispered, “You never went down on a girl?”

Derik nodded, whispering back, “It’s dirty and smelly. I mean, that’s what whores-”

She glared and interrupted him, “Well, if you don’t want me to scream, you better get on your knees.”

When he didn’t answer, she inhaled sharply.

Wincing, Derik forced himself to his knees, feeling the warmed tile against his naked skin as he stared at the swollen lips of the harem girl.

He froze, he didn’t mean to, but the idea of sticking his face in there seemed to disgust him. He looked up, hoping to find some compassion. She just looked down with an evil grin.

“Now.”

A whispered command, just on the edge of being a spoke word. He shuddered, wincing at the sound of it. Carefully, he leaned forward, breathing in the smell of sex from her pussy.

His hands gingerly reached up to stroke against the soft, warm skin that slid sexily against his palms.

She sighed loudly. He inched forward, steeling himself to do it when she reached down with her other hand, twisted his hair into her fingers, and yanked him forward.

Derik couldn’t even yelp before his face was pressed against her pussy, soft and slick with her juices. He gasped, pressing his palms against her thighs, but she ground his face against her pussy, spreading open her lips until he felt his lips against the tangy pinkness of her sex.

“Start licking,” came the whispered command.

His cock aching with heat, he started to draw his tip against her folds, tasting woman for the first time. It was overpowering, the smell of sex and juices. He cringed at the wetness that soaked his face, but the hand in his hair refused to let him pull away. Instead, she ground him harder against him.

“Use your tongue, damn it,” she hissed loudly.

Fighting back the shame and humiliation, he used his full tongue to lap at her pussy, from ass to clit. At her moan, he hoped it would be enough, but her guiding hand kept him tightly against her pussy until he started to lap harder, tasting every fold until her juices dribbled down his face.

He held her thighs, feeling the muscles flexing as she adjusted in position. Derik heard a click, then her other hand pressed against his head, guiding him as she whispered commands.

“Lick there... oh... yeah, use your tongue... there...”

Her lust-filled whispers filled his hearing as he lapped and sucked, obeying to the best of his ability even as he fought down a shame of being forced into such a position.

Then she came.

Derik had never been here and he choked on the flood of juices that splashed against his face, almost drowning him as she held him tightly, letting out a high-pitched gasp of pleasure. He didn’t know what to do, so he stopped licking. When she jerked him tightly against her, he resumed his lapping, pinned by her iron grip. She came gain, her juices splashing off his chin, before she relaxed her grip, giving him a chance to pull back.

She gasped happily, “Oh... that was a good start.”

Derik made a face as he wiped his face. He could taste her in his mouth, her juices flooding his mouth. His cock, dripping hard, bobbed with each movement as he looked up at her.

She smiled, then her smile dropped when a third voice whispered over.

“Teri, what are you doing-”

Derik’s head wrenched around, Teri’s hands pulling his hair as they both looked over at another girl, her blond hair cascading off her wrists as she rubbed her eyes clear.

He felt a shiver starting up deep inside, a sick feeling that blossomed when Teri’s hands tightened in his long black hair.

“I found him trying to escape, Sherrel. He’s really desperate for some help and he’s willing to earn it with his tongue.”

Derik’s eyes slid to look up at Teri, her swollen sex right on the edge of his vision and her juices in the back of his throat.

Fuck.

Sherrel pushed back her blond hair and peered at him. A slow smile crossed her lips as she regarded him. Derik, caught by Teri’s grip in his hair, could do nothing but look back at her with pleading, helpless eyes.

“Really? How desperate?”

Double fuck.