Derik's Luck 58

From TSade

[edit] Just Friends

“Hey, Derik?”

Derik’s eyes snapped open as he stared out into the darkness of the basement. His body trembled with the sudden waking, but it took him a few seconds to find his voice.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t come.”

Derik frowned in the darkness and shifted his position, his hands clawing at the bars of the cage as he flipped on his back. Tornsin’s shirt tugged as he arched his back to release the pressure and he ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to stall as he struggle with the concept of Shiel masturbating.

“Um, what?”

“You know, what you do all the damn time when I’m not watching.”

Derik blushed and reached up. He smiled as he pulled out a pin and removed the latch in the darkness. His hands moved with the familiarity of picking the lock every morning for over three years. A faint click shot through the darkness and he rolled out of his cage.

“Anything I can do?”

He didn’t get a response for a long time and he thought Shiel returned back upstairs. He sighed and started back toward his cage when Shiel spoke softly.

“No, sorry, never mind. Cage.”

Derik frowned as he listened to Shiel return back up the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the steps and faded into the distance. He listened to the darkness for a long time, then considered crawling back into the cage as she commanded.

Tapping the ground with he toes, he made a decision. Padding through the darkness, he wound his way around the piles of weapons and artifacts before reaching the stairs. Moving silently, he mounted up the stairs and looked out in the shadows of the mansion. His eyes focused on the windows, half-covered with snow and ice. More drifts piled up against the side of the house and he didn’t want to think about shoveling off the porch.

Reaching up, he pulled his hair back and bound it with the dark blue cord from Madre. He smiled at the feel of it and padded up the stairs. At the top, he could hear Shiel grunting in frustrating. Silently, he covered the last few meters and peered through the cracked open door to her bedroom.

Shiel slept in a massive bed that filled the entire room. Velvet comforters piled up in mountains of blankets. A dozen pillows, each one larger than Shiel, balanced on the edges of the mountains. Derik could barely see her body, but there was no mistaking Shiel’s naked body as she plunged both hands between her legs, fingering her pussy with a desperate speed. He could see her weapons thrown around the best, a land mine field of magic and blades.

Derik watched her as she screamed out with frustration and slumped back. Stretching out, she snarled into the ceiling.

“Fuck.”

He chuckled silent for a moment, then pushed open the door. She snapped up into position, her long ears twitching.

“What the fuck?”

Derik didn’t say anything as he crawled up on the bed. Shiel glared at him and crossed her hands over her small breasts.

“Go away.”

He stopped and let a ghost of a smile cross his lips. Backing up, he slid off the bed and worked his way back to the bed. Shutting it behind him, he slowly walked down the hall toward the stairs. In his head, he could almost count the seconds.

“Hey, Derik?”

Returning to her room, he peeked inside.

“Yes?”

She blushed as she knelt up on her bed, peeking over the mountains of blankets.

“Um, you remember that time, a few months ago? In the kitchen with the bottle.”

He already knew the question. He felt a strange urging and unbuttoned his shirt. She gasped and watched him with bright eyes. The shirt puddled to the ground and he removed the blue cord and let it join the floor. A few seconds later, he was naked in front of her, wearing nothing but an iron collar.

Shiel blushed hotly, “Look, that isn’t it. You know what?” She gestured violently, “Just go back.”

Derik chuckled and crawled up on the bed. Shiel pulled back, her blush crawling down the front of her body and bringing heat along the cleavage of her bare breasts.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Returning the favor, obviously.”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you.”

He reached out and caught one wrist. Despite the fact she could shatter his bone with a twist, she was helpless as he brought her fingers to his mouth. He could smell her juices on the tips, a heady mixture of wine and woman. His eyes glittering, he sucked on her fingers and felt a shudder course through her form.

“Oi!”

Derik grinned, his body warming as he sucked on her fingers, cleaning each digit one by one.

“I don’t like you.”

“I know,” he purred and sucked on her thumb. Releasing her wrist, he caught her other wrist. Shiel let out a soft, girlish whimper as his lips caressed her finger, tasting the slick juices drying on her tips. She moaned, shuddering as he slipped his lips around her finger, bobbing down to the second knuckle.

“I don’t like pussies.”

“I don’t have one,” he whispered.

He sucked on the next finger, tasting wine. It somehow fit with everything he knew about her. As he moved to the third, she stammered.

“I-I don’t like submissive.”

He said nothing for a moment, “I know.”

She blushed hotly as he sucked on her fourth finger.

“I, um, I don’t like you.”

Derik cleaned off her thumb, then crawled forward. Shiel whimpered as she leaned back and he brought his lips down to kiss her right between the breasts.

“You don’t have to like me, Shiel.”

“I don’t.”

“Good,” he chuckled, then kissed her right along the sternum. His lips caressed her skin, tapping tiny kisses down her tight, muscular stomach and around her naval.

He heard her fighting back moans, her body trembling as she panted for air. Derik chuckled and kissed her right along the pubic bone and she shuddered almost violent.

“This doesn’t mean anything.”

Derik looked up at the emotion-filled eyes of his friend.

“I know, this is just a friend helping another friend. Sometimes, Shiel, you just need it sweet.”

She bristled, “No, I don’t-”

He silenced her by pressing his lips against the swollen lips between her legs. Her body tightened into a rock-hard shape as his tongue darted out, delving between the slick wine-flavored folds to curl around her clitoris. The sparse hairs that sprouted along her lips and he buried his nose in them, drinking in her heady smell and lapping her from the base to the tip with his tongue.

Shiel gasped, her back arching as she let out a whimper. It sounded like a mix of pain and confusion, but Derik just lapped against her again, parting her and drinking from the juices that clung to her petals. He pressed his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. She resisted, but he managed to ease her apart, delving deeper into the wet depths until the bounty hunter let out tiny gasps of pleasure.

Her body vibrated. Under his hands, he felt her lifting herself off the blankets using nothing but her feet and head, her back arching tightly and her hands gripping his hair tightly, grinding him against her pussy. Derik just lapped harder, sucking on her clitoris and her opening. He released one hand to ease a finger into her tight channel. At the first touch of her slick tunnel, Shiel let out a high-pitched shriek and locked into position, her body vibrating intensely.

He almost suffocated against her pussy, her hands grinding him down until the afterglow of her pleasure died down. As fast as she came, Shiel slumped to the bed and released him. Derik chuckled and wiped the juices from his face.

Shiel glared at him, the flush hot on her cheeks and breasts.

“When the fuck did you stop being my slave?”

Derik sat up on his heels and shrugged.

“No idea, actually.”

“Cocky bastard.”

He looked down at his hardness, “Well, yeah.”

“Well, um, thanks.”

Her eyes looked away from him, “We’re even now, k?”

Derik bowed and crawled off the bed. Gathering his shirt and hair cord, he slipped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Feeling the flush, he headed down the stairs for a well-deserved masturbation and sleep.

“Derik?”

He froze half-way down the stairs. His head cocked at the small voice that echoed down. Looking up, he called out.

“Yeah?”

“Come back?”

Turning around, he padded back up the stairs and set the shirt and cord outside her door before opening her bedroom door. Shiel sat in the middle of her blankets, looking uncomfortable.

“Yes, Shiel?”

“We’re friends, right? Not slave and master?”

“Yeah, Shiel, we’re friends.”

She worried the bottom of her lip.

“Um, about that...” her voice trailed off. Derik slipped through the door and shut it behind him. His bare feet stepped carefully around the murderous weapons and empty wine bottles to crawl back up on the bed. Shiel watched him and clamped her hands between his knees.

She looked nervous for a moment and reached over to grab a bottle. Rocking it to hear the level, she took a deep swig and handed it to Derik. Derik, as naked as her, curled up his feet and took it. Swallowing the burning liquid, he handed it back silently.

Together, they finished the bottle before Shiel found the courage to speak.

“I-If you are a friend, y-you really should... um, you shouldn’t be sleeping in the cage.”

She blushed hotly and flung up a hand between them.

“But, we ain’t fucking!”

Derik laughed loudly and Shiel joined him, grabbing another bottle to share. They finished it off, feeling a bit of buzz as they threw it aside. Derik looked around.

“Um, Shiel, where am I sleeping then?”

She gestured to the large bed.

“Here works.”

“Are you sure?”

Swallowing, she nodded, “Yeah, just as friends though.”

“Of course.”

“And... I’m tired now.”

Derik nodded and found a comfortable spot on the bed, slipping under the blankets as his heart pounded against his chest. Shiel threw up a few and crawled under them, until only her toes and head peeked out. With a curt word, she commanded the lights and the room plunged in darkness.

He waited for a long moment, getting used to the soft blankets holding him and the soft, irregular breathing of another woman in bed. It was like the harem and he smiled, feeling the beginnings of something new changing in his life.

After a hour, he heard Shiel sigh and roll over.

“Damn it, I can’t sleep.”

Derik chuckled, still awake himself.

“Why?”

“I keep feeling like you gonna attack. Then we’ll fight, I’ll kill you and I’ll feel bad since I don’t know how to grow flowers.”

He grinned.

“I won’t attack.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re a pussy.”

“See, nothing to worry about.”

“Not used to this. I never slept with someone.”

Derik thought for a moment.

“If it makes you feel better, just think me as someone to kick while you are sleeping.”

There was a brief moment, then his world exploded in pain as Shiel kicked him in the gut. He groaned and curled up under the blankets, in time for her foot to catch him right under the chin.

“I said while you sleep.”

Shiel giggled, “I’m sleeping.”

Derik scrambled under the blankets. They flew up and he lunged forward Shiel. She grinned, the insane berserker alive. There was a brief struggle and he found himself pinned to the blankets, Shiel straddling him.

“I win.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” he grinned.

Then, he saw Shiel realize her position. Her eyes drifted down as she leaned on his wrists, seeing his hardness pressed against the cleft of her pussy.

“Um.”

Derik looked up with hooded eyes.

“We’re just friends, right?”

Shiel sighed, “Yeah.”

She lifted her body and Derik held his breath. Shiel trembled as she knelt up, then looked down with a hunger that burned in her eyes.

“Derik?”

He smiled and nodded.

“Go ahead.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Prove it.”

They moaned together as she impaled herself, forcing his cock into the painfully tight sheath of her pussy. He tried to move his hands, but she pinned him down as his aching length slid up. He felt her nether lips clinging to his member and his cock disappearing into the hot liquid depths of her womanhood.

“Oh, fuck.”

Derik thrust up with his hips, burying the last of his cock into her pussy. She let out a tiny whimper and pulled up with her body. He let out a soft moan and she ground down, slamming down and driving him into the blankets.

Except for the whimpers, they were silent. Their bodies moving in time, rocking up and down, her hips sliding the shaft up and down inside her. Unlike everything else they did in three years together, there was no fighting, no arguing, no playing. Just two friends moving to the beat of something only they could hear.

Sweat sheened against their skins as she moved. He could feel her struggling with unfamiliar emotions and sensations. Her body twitched with the reflexes of a warrior not a lover. He just lifted himself. Her arms seemed to lose her strength and he freed himself. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling himself up against her sweat-slicked breasts.

She seemed to jerk, her blue and green eyes wide as she stared at him. Gasping, she whimpered softly.

“I don’t like you.”

“I know,” he whispered and kissed her.

They came together, his cum splattering her insides as she squeezed down on him until his bones ground together. Looking into her eyes, he saw her struggling with a sob, then she closed her eyes tightly and buried her face on his shoulder. They held each other and said nothing.

Hours later, he was lying in the bed. Shiel slept away from him, with just their hands touching. He smiled with a strange sense of contentment. Stretching out, he kept his fingertips against her palm and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. His eyes closed slowly and he drifted toward sleep.

With a start, he had an epiphany.

He was ready.

And someone was coming.

His exhaustion peeled away and he was utterly awake. Every tiny part of his body vibrated with a powerful burst of energy and he sat up. Shiel grumbled and curled away from him, wrapping her body around an empty bottle of wine. Derik smiled and slipped out of the bed, carefully working his way around the weapons and gathering his shirt and cord outside the door. Shutting the door, he felt a tugging down the stairs. Following the pull and curious of its destination, he dressed and wrapped his hair in the cord.

Intuition drew him to the front door. With steady fingers, he unlatched it and opened it. His eyes peered through the door into the winter night. Outside, the snow piled deep across the porch but his eyes were for one thing.

Teri, standing shivering in the snow. She whimpered as she reached out for him, her hand shaking violently. Underneath a cloak, she wore her harem outfit and heavy boots and nothing else.

“D-Derik? Is-is that you?”

“Teri!”

She flung himself into his arms and he caught her, pulling her into the warmth of the house. She kissed him frantically, clutching to him as she shook violently. Her teeth chattered as she swooned.

“Teri!”

Her body collapsed in his arms and he knelt to slower her fall. Her eyes flicked open as she clutched at him, fear burning in her eyes.

“R-Rick, he’s attacking the baron!”