Derik's Luck 42
From TSade
[edit] Dancing
“What’s wrong, Derik?”
Teri’s voice stirred Derik from his thoughts and he looked up with a surprised look. She tugged on his perfectly brushed hair and he grinned.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Well, you’ve been thinking about nothing for two days. Being sullen makes wrinkles, don’t you know that? I mean, come on, we’re going out to dinner and dancing with the baron! Shouldn’t you be more worried about keeping that dick of yours in your panties?”
Derik smirked, “Shouldn’t you be wearing them?”
Giggling, Teri hooked her arm into his, then snuggled closer. They walked along the cobblestones of the richer area of town. In front of them, the baron held Sherrel’s arm in the same way as they made for their destination. Their path took them through an elegant garden, smell of fresh rain and cut grass. Derik glanced up to the sky, where the recent storm passed only hours before and left the sky a brilliant purple. He smiled happily.
“I can’t believe you were going to steal the Eye.”
Derik’s smile faded.
“Um-”
“You got lucky, trap,” grinned Teri, “someone else did it before you. Which is good, because then you’d be in the dungeon and I wouldn’t be getting ready to have a hot threesome right on the dance floor.”
“D-Does the baron dance?”
Teri shook her head, “No, but Sherrel does. It will be just us three on the dance floor.”
The thief blushed, “Um, I don’t know how to dance.”
Teri stopped and Derik turned around to prevent his arm leaving hers. She stared up at him in shock.
“Seriously?”
He nodded, blushing. His dress shifted in the wind and he felt surrounded by his apple perfume, from Tornsin of course, and the clean smell of a summer rain. Nodding again, he shrugged.
“I never really dated.”
“But, you fuck so well,” she seemed shocked.
His blush deepened and he glanced at Sherrel’s back for a second.
“I paid for a lot of whores, um, prostitutes when... before the harem.”
Teri purred louder as she pressed up against him. Their breasts ground together as she wrapped her fingers around his tight ass. Pulling him close, she spoke huskily.
“Then, you are going to get lucky on the dance floor. And you won’t pay for it either.”
Derik blushed hotly, but he still brought his lips to hers, kissing softly and gently. Slipping his arm around her narrow waist, he held her tight until they both moaned from the building pleasure.
“And that is what I like to see,” rumbled the baron playfully. Derik stepped back, but Teri kept her hands on his ass as they looked over to the grinning man. Sherrel smirked but Derik spotted a faint flush to her cheeks too.
Drawing, Teri slipped away and wrapped her arm around the baron’s other.
“Well, my lord, we know how much you like the girl on girl action.”
Hamel’s eye glinted with amusement and he let it remain on Derik for a long moment before turning around.
“I prefer man on girl, you know.”
“And man on boy?”
“Oh, I’m getting to enjoy that too. I might need to see a bit more tonight, just to make sure.”
Derik’s body warmed up at the baron’s answer.
“Oh sure,” came Teri’s playful response, “I can’t wait.”
Derik hurried up, his heels tapping on the cobblestones, and hooked his arm into Sherrel’s. Together, the four of them made their way along the pathway until they reached their destination.
To Derik’s surprise, it wasn’t a fancy restaurant but a night club. Guards stood on both sides of the door and a long line snaked along the side of the building. A painted sign declared the group inside as “Phoenix Falling” but he didn’t recognized it. As they walked across a narrow street, a ripple of surprise filled the street and people stopped to gawk at the baron and his three girls. Derik felt a blush rising on his cheeks but the others strode forward.
They didn’t even stop at the door. The crowds parted and one of the guards held it open as the baron swept into the building. Derik just lingered for a moment, then followed in the wake of the man he loved. Behind him, the baron’s guards followed and spread out discretely.
Inside was a typical club with a large dance floor and smaller tables surrounding it. On the stage, Derik spotted a group of musicians setting up. He froze in culture shock.
They were barbarians but they weren’t. Dressed in the Emberkan style, the band consisted of three men with soft, feminine features and two women who looked just as pampered. They all wore leather and feathers, but one of the women caught Derik’s attention. Almost as long as his, it was bound with leather and braided but looped up so it almost looked like wings as she hopped around. They chatted to themselves as they set up a dazzling array of drums, disks of metal, and even a pair of water-filled buckets.
“Derik?”
Derik jumped, then slid over to stand next to Sherrel.
“Sorry, I never saw anything like that.”
“Its a band from Emberka.”
“I thought they were all barbarians.”
“They are, but these are, um, they call them Softins, or kept people.”
“Softins?”
Sherrel grinned and slipped her arm around Derik’s waist. He did the same, holding her tightly as they worked their way around the gathering crowds.
“Emberka has Haros and Softins. Haros are the warriors and fighters, like those two large men.”
She pointed to a pair of huge men with bulging muscles standing on the edge. They scowled at the crowds, but looked more more than capable of defending themselves.
“And the Softins are their singers, dancers, makers, and breeders. The pretty boys and girls. In that country, the Softins are constantly being stolen and moved from tribe to tribe, which they use to keep their culture together.”
She nuzzled his ear, “All of us would be Softins and Hamel would be our Haros.”
Derik blushed and ducked his head, then climbed a short set of stairs to a large table in front of a padded bench. The baron already found himself in the center, chuckling as he ordered enough food for a small army. When he finished, he looked at Derik and the others.
“Do you want anything?”
Smirking, they ordered and settled down. The baron chatted with the two girls and Derik, but allowed himself to be interrupted by various people in the club. Derik took one opportunity to whisper to Sherrel.
“I thought the baron was into classical music or opera or something. Isn’t that what all the nobility likes?”
She nipped his ear and giggled, “He likes to try new things, just like certain boys in his bed.”
Derik blushed, but Sherrel continued to whisper to him, “When he took Madre and Nightingale out, they went to the opera or Carium Classical concerts and wine tastings. With us, he takes us to Emberkan Tribal because Teri really gets into it. If it is just me and him, we go to softer venues and if it is just him and Teri, I heard they go to the faster stuff, like the battle bands.”
“B-Battle bands?”
Sherrel shuddered for a moment and Derik spotted the baron’s hands sliding between her legs even as he spoke to someone else. Parting her legs, she closed her eyes and leaned against Derik.
“Battle bands are really hard, fast rhythm but I can’t understand a damn thing they scream out. It’s just a wall of noise but Teri loves it.”
Her words faded off as she moaned, then kissed Derik. He kissed her back, feeling her body shifting as the baron fingered her discretely. She whimpered and Derik held her, teasing her nipples as Sherrel reached a fast orgasm. Then, the baron slipped his slick fingers from her pussy and held them up with a silent command. Derik blushed as he leaned over Sherrel. Holding the baron’s wrists, he brought the dripping fingers to his painted lips and sucked on them. He could feel the burning gaze of people watching, but it wasn’t shame but excitement that filled him as he finished cleaning Hamel. When he released them, he blushed hotly before sitting straight up. Sherrel giggled and passionately kissed Derik on the lips. Her tongue flicked in his mouth and he moaned at the soft hand against his hardness.
“I love tasting myself on your lips,” she whispered.
“D-Did I do okay? I-I didn’t really think and just did it... in front of that man.”
“Oh, yes. That was hot, just watching you,” she kissed him again, “The baron likes to do this in public. By the end of the night, I bet at least one of us will be on this table being ridden in time with the music. One reason Teri likes the pounding beat, because he fucks just as hard and just as fast as the music.”
Derik moaned at the memory of how hard and fast the baron rode Madre’s body. Sherrel kissed him again, whispering as she grinned.
“Its the only way he dances, you know.”
“I-In public?”
“Something to be said about the most powerful man in town bringing some of his harem out for a night of politics, sex, and having a good time. You’ll be amazed how many deals will go down.”
She grinned, “And the occasional time when he lends one of us out for a favor or two.”
Derik warmed up to the idea of being fucked to the time of some drum beat and wondered what type of music they were about to listen to. He blushed, realizing he never really paid attention to any music, except for the cheesy background sounds of the brothel and random bars. He lost himself in thought until the food showed up and then just gaped as Hamel inhaled his food, easily polishing off everything in front of him in less than fifteen minutes.
“I... I’ve never seen anyone eat so much.”
Sherrel giggled, “He eats a lot, but look how much he fucks. It takes energy to stay up all night and we’ll be here long until the club stops for the morning. Oh, the band is starting!”
She nestled into Derik, slipping one arm around his shoulders and draping her fingers so her tips just slipped under the front of Derik’s dress and teased his nipples. He inhaled sharply and peeked around, seeing more than a few gazes directed toward him. Sherrel purred in his ear and rolled the hard nub between her fingertips until Derik moaned from the growing pleasure.
Then, he got his first taste of music that refused to stay in the background. The air throbbed as the three drummers threw themselves into the first set, pounding the drums in a rapid, complicated rhythm that almost hurt Derik’s head to follow, but he could feel Sherrel moving in time with it. The singer, the woman with the long hair, jumped in front of the stage and started with a sing-song that blended with the music. He couldn’t understand the words, but it was powerful to just see how the four members blended their music together.
Having Sherrel tweaking his aching nipples and rocking against him didn’t help.
Nor the fixated gazes of the others in the club.
Derik squirmed under the attention, his blush growing hotter with every passing second and his body aching for release.
He thought Sherrel would give him some relief when she stood up and pulled him off the bench.
“Come on.”
Instead of the bathrooms or to shelter, he yelped as she dragged him out to the dance floor. Around them, he felt the heat of bodies from dancing and the attention boring into his body as she took him to the center. A small space spread out around them, a hush despite the pounding beat that punched the air with the music.
“S-Sherrel! I can’t dance!”
Sherrel ignored his wail and pulled him close. Her arm wrapped around his waist and he felt his hips grinding against her own. Even over the wash of sound and darkness, he saw her painted lips stretching into a smile, then her body shifting in time with the music.
He resisted, then he started to rock into her, grinding his body against hers as she held him tightly, leading him into his first dance. He stumbled, feeling shame, but Sherrel was as hard of a mistress as Madre and soon he was adapting.
Derik never felt pleasure from moving with music before, but as he rocked his hips and shoulders in time, mimicking Sherrel’s movements and grinding his body up against hers, he realized there was more than just a beat. His heart pounded hard and he smiled, working tighter against her until their breasts ground against each other and fingers danced along shoulders.
When Sherrel slipped her fingers up his side, he moaned and rocked against it. Then he felt a heated burst inside him as she peeled back the front of his dress, exposing his nipples to the air. Gasping for breath, it felt like a tiny orgasm seeing all the eyes staring at him and he pressed tighter against her body, losing himself in the music.
She teased him as they danced, sliding her hands to his dress and tugging them up, sliding them until his bare buttocks teased the hot hair and he groaned with the feeling of exposure. Just as his manhood was about to be shown, she let it slip down. Derik grinned, finally moving easily and he started the same. One hand on her ass and the other sliding up her cleavage to tease her nipples, tugging them out as their bodies moved closely together.
Sherrel grinned evilly as they pressed their lips together, kissing as this moved as lovers in the middle of the dance floor.
He felt daring when he pulled up Sherrel’s dress, sliding his hands against her naked ass and bringing a moan to his and the surrounding voyeurs’ lips. He grinned as he kissed her, then slid one finger between her cheeks to tease her pussy. Sherrel moaned, then clutched him as she came hard and fast.
Sex on the dance floor.
Their movements didn’t even slow as he released her dress. They danced from one song into another, then a third. By the time Derik regained his senses, they were drifting to the edge. He felt an afterglow of many orgasms pounding inside him and cum dripping down his inner thighs.
“Not,” Sherrel gasped, “a bad dancer.”
“Thank you, coming from the slut.”
Sherrel grinned then pointed up at the baron’s semi-private spot. Teri was bobbing up and down on his lap, her legs spread as she took his hard cock into her soaked pussy. Hands clutched his shoulders as the baron watched her with a happy smile on his lips. Around them, various supplicants watched while trying not to appear interested.
“Remember, Derik,” Sherrel whisper, “one of our job is to keep the baron occupied so he doesn’t make the mistake of sticking his life-sucking cock into someone who can’t handle it.”
“W-Why doesn’t he just not do this?”
She slid a hand up his thigh, exposing his ass cheek and bringing a finger down his crack.
“Because music turns him on, silly. And he’s a slut in his own way, he likes to show off.”
Derik watched as the baron came inside Teri, his cum pouring out of her pussy to the ground. He shivered at the thought of being there, in front of everyone, then mounted the steps to reach him.
“Blackbird,” the baron rumbled as Teri slipped off with a grin and a kiss for Sherrel. Behind her, a larger man watched with obvious lust and focused on Sherrel’s breasts. The baron caught sight of him, then leaned over to Sherrel. A few whispered words and Sherrel grinned. Her eyes rose silkily to the man, then she crawled over the table to him. Derik watched with an open mouth as she spoke a few short words, then drew him down to the dance floor. Teri disappeared herself and Derik found himself alone with the baron.
And somehow, he felt like a virgin again.
Hamel grinned and patted the bench next to him. As daintily as he could, Derik slid along it and pressed his body against the baron. A large arm wrapped around him and Derik moaned at the feeling of power that surrounded him.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes, my lord,” he gasped.
“Bet you thought I was just going to take you to my bed, weren’t you?”
Derik blushed, his body heating up and his cock twitching.
“Yes, my lord.”
Hamel chuckled and slid his hands between Derik’s breasts, teasing one nipple with a large hand and tracing the bit of sweat that formed in his cleavage.
“Teri-cat thought you’d enjoy dancing a bit, and nothing says I can’t use this table as my bed later.”
Derik’s body lurched.
“B-Baron?”
“When everyone else goes home, I’m going to bend you over this table, whisper your name, and ride you until the band stops singing.”
Derik shuddered with pleasure and ground against the baron. His body felt like it was burning as he ran his hand along the swollen length of the slick cock. He purred at the thought of the end of his night, but his eyes watched everyone around him.
As he snuggled, a man came up and started to talk to the baron. Derik tried to pull away, but the baron kept him there, stroking and teasing as they spoke about business and politics. Then, a woman came up, discussing a crisis in the religious quarter and how it impacted the factories. Derik couldn’t follow the politics, but he could focus on the fingers that teased him, flashing everyone with his body and driving him to a burning crest of an orgasm that wouldn’t subside.
When she left, Derik blushed at the look she gave him. The baron chuckled.
“I think she likes you, blackbird.”
“I-I don’t have to fuck her, do I?”
The baron laughed and hugged him tightly.
“Never. You never have to fuck anyone you don’t want to, except maybe me. Sherrel and Teri like to do it.”
“Why?”
“Because it garners favor with those with power. They get the forbidden chance to sleep with one of my girls and I get a bit more power or knowledge. Its a dance, you know, of politics.”
Derik blushed hotly, then moaned as the baron’s hand dropped to his legs, sliding between his parted thighs and stroking his cock through the thong he wore.
“Besides, right now, there is only two dicks I want in my blackbird. Me and Tornsin’s. And just because Tornsin knows he’ll never get any from me... ever. He has too many muscles for this old man.”
“You aren’t that old, baron.”
The baron laughed and drove one finger up between Derik’s cheeks, penetrating his asshole to the second knuckle and sending a bolt of pleasure through Derik and bringing him dangerously close to cresting his orgasm.
“I’m old enough to know who rules this body.”
“Oh, baron, you do,” gasped Derik.
The baron’s lips teased Derik’s ears, and he fought back the electrical shiver that filled him.
“Good, because I want to feel your body wrapped around my dick right now.”
Derik finally came, soaking his thong as he stared out at the crowds. The baron ran his finger through the hot liquid that splashed against it, teasing Derik’s asshole with it and fucking him with a few strokes. Then, with a playful grin on his lips, he brought it up to Derik’s own mouth.
Moaning, Derik kept his eyes locked on the baron as he wrapped his lips around the dripping fingers, tasting Teri, Sherrel, and himself on it. Swallowing, he nearly came again as he saw the emotions burning his the sapphire gaze focused on him.
When the cleaned fingers slipped from Derik’s lips, he heard the baron give a command.
“Now, please.”
“Yes, my lord,” he breathed.
Derik felt his pulse racing as he slipped over to the baron, straddling his hips as the larger man let his cock stand up straight. As he started to lift his dress, he felt a flush of exposure and faltered. The baron just watched, grinning at that knife’s edge of public exposure.
Changing his mind at the last minute, Derik leaned forward and brought his legs between the baron’s. With a smile of his own, he slipped between his legs and under the table.
Stretching his knees over the puddle of cum, he brought his mouth to the baron’s shaft. Kissing and sucking, he worked his way down to the grapefruit sized balls and up to the tip. The silk over steel feeling of the hardness brought another tiny orgasm shaking through his body, but he couldn’t stop worshiping the massive member that brought him so much pleasure.
Under the table, he could still feel eyes staring at him. He knew that his behind couldn’t be missed under the table, but he just pushed it aside and let his dress hide his secrets. His mouth opened as he took the swollen head of the shaft into his mouth. It filled him and stretched his lips.
Just like Rick.
He had to fight down the excitement that came from Rick’s degradation. But, the heat rose and he forced himself to suck on the baron’s head, sliding it back and forth in his mouth. It was thick and hot and wonderful as it drooled thick precum down his throat.
Derik opened his eyes to look up at the baron, keeping his eyes fixed as he pushed down harder. The cock head bumped up against the back of his throat, teasing his gag reflex, but he just kept on pushing with a hunger to feel the baron in his throat.
To his surprise, the baron actually looked shocked as Derik opened his throat and took more of the baron. It stretched out his insides, but Rick already tore him for his length and the baron just felt like a hard pleasure. It invaded his throat and cut off his breath, but Derik could only feel the infernos of pleasure building rapidly.
Swallowing, he bobbed up and took a quick breath before taking more into his mouth. His jaw ached being pried so open, but he managed to slide down a few more centimeters. Their eyes never breaking, Derik lifted his hips to giving the hardness a straighter path into his throat and he forced it deeper.
Holding it until he needed to breath, he slid up with a moan that shook the baron’s length. The baron’s eyes closed slowly and Derik nearly came at the expression of pleasure. Grinning, he bobbed deeper and harder. He had to push against the tightness of his throat, it felt like a log being shoved into his body, but he aimed for the bottom. His fingers held the shaft tightly, using it for balance as he continued to drive deep.
He barely paid attention to Teri slipping into the bench next to the baron, then the gasp of lust that came from the girl’s body as she saw Derik taking the baron’s cock deeply. His eyes flicked to the side to see her pulling up her dress to finger herself and he found inspiration for a few more centimeters.
Derik’s blood rushed in his ears as he took more and more. When he felt his lips grinding against the baron’s base, his nose buried in the thick forest of pubic hair, he nearly came. Lips stretched painfully, he could barely pull himself up for air before his world grew dark. The baron stared down at Derik, his lips parted with surprise, as Derik slammed down, taking the entire length into his throat and feeling the hardness heating him up from the inside. His painted lips worked at the base for a long moment before he drew up slowly, leaving a glistening shaft behind.
Bobbing deeper, he felt himself being stretched open for the baron and each stroke easier than the one before it. Rick already ruined his throat, but Derik couldn’t imagine what pleasure he could feel when he was completely buried in the baron’s base, working his lips like a good whore around that swollen base.
Then, as he started to draw up for air, he felt the baron’s shaft suddenly swell. His jaw creaked as he pried it open even further. That was his only warning before he felt a hot load of searing cum explode in his stomach, filling him instantly as the baron came inside him. Derik gasped, his ears ringing from the need for air, but he came so hard that his cum soaked the floor.
It took Derik another few seconds to regain his wits and he slid himself off, leaving a long streamer of cum connecting his lips to the baron’s shaft. Sitting back, he panted desperately for breath and smiled happily.
It was something.
Something that Rick didn’t ruin.
And he wanted to do it again.
The baron held out his hand and Derik took it, letting the powerful man pull him up between his legs. The baron growled with pleasure.
“Where did you learn that?”
“I-” but he couldn’t get another word out because of Forbis’ spell.
He didn’t need another word as the baron picked him up and sat him down on the edge of the table. Powerful muscles flexed as the baron pushed the table back and stood up. His hands pushed Derik’s dress up, exposing the thief’s hardness to the world. Ripples of surprise and shock ran through the spectators, but the baron only had his eye on Derik as he aimed the dripping shaft to Derik’s ass and shoved forward.
The thief came again with the feeling of the baron impaling him in front of everyone. Cum splattered his exposed belly and slid down to the table, but he didn’t care. The dress didn’t stain, thanks to one of Madre’s spells, and he was already lost in the pleasure he felt of the baron’s mastery over his body. He shook in time with the music as the baron began to fuck him hard and fast, matching the beat of the dance and the rapid pulse in Derik’s ears.
