Beneath an Endless Sky (Shiva x Pazzo)

[Pazzo]

Alastair did not stop in his ministrations, watching the curvaceous woman's reactions, as he lost himself in making love to her womanhood with his mouth. He hummed and licked away like a man possessed, and whimpered a little as he saw just how hard he was making her cum. He pressed upwards a little harder, wanting to eke out as much of her pleasure as he possibly could. The wizard's tongue and lips worked furiously, trying to catch ans taste of her nectar as much as he could, not quite able to get it all, ash she baptized him, bathing him in evidence of her sexual gratification. "Mmm Hmm..." He murmured to her, as he licked her succulent pussy clean of its heavy cream.

The wizard clambered up on top of the pretty girl, his thick, rock hard member bouncing and bobbing as it cleared the heated water, dripping generously upon the floor, He pressed and cradled the underside of his member into the sweet valley formed by her dripping labia, and let it nestle there, feeling her warmth envelope him. He moaned a little, wondering what it would feel like, what untold pleasures awaited him if he slipped inside of her. He was however hesitant, as Samira was impossibly tight. She had just came, and was relaxed, and obviously very well lubricated, but he did not want to rip her open. He decided some more relaxing was in order.

"I accept your apology, pretty girl..." He murmured as he laid on top of her, slipping his gril cum covered fingers out of her slit, and trailing them up her body. He looked into her eyes as he brough his fingers to her lips, tracing her cum around thier fullness, making them glisten and shine. His fngers then gently slid into her mouth, and touched her tongue, allowing her the pleasure of tasting her own lust. Not wanting her to enjoy it all by herself, he pressed his lips to hers, tasting her musk on her kiss, leaving his fingers there to linger. "Hold my forearm with your hands, and clean off my fingers for me Samira..." He murmured to her, as he slid his hips back and forth, slipping and sliding the fat, textured underside of his cock along her labia, making certain her throbbing clit was massaged by his veins.

With his other hand, he clutched at, and fondled her breasts, marveling at just how inviting and ample they were, hot, sexy, and dripping wet from the spring. He tongued at her nipples lovingly, watching her to see how she reacted. He loved sucking upon a beautiful woman's chest, and hers was damn near close to perfect as perfect could get. Using the blade of his tongue, he poked the tip into each and every little pebble like feature around her succulent areolae, giving each one attention and kisses. He nipples of course quickly disappeared into his mouth, where they were thoroughly licked, lightly bitten, and suckled, made love to by the wizards mouth.

After indulging himself upon her magnificent breasts for several minutes, the wizard came up for a much needed breath of air. Gasping, as he felt a hot stream of precum ooze out from his slit. "Samira..." He gasped, intoxicated with lust. "...A Vedra only deserves he best, please, allow this wizard to feel the extreme honor, and forbidden pleasure, of your mouth upon his manhood? Ensuring that it is at its most optimum hardness, before plunging deep within your depths?" he said, in a surprisingly eloquent voice.

He was aroused, and completely filled with lust, his normal agitation gone, replaced with a desire to please and be pleased by this beautiful, exotic female...

 

[Shiva the Cat]

By the gods, how long had it been since a man had made her cum? Usually if the mood struck her, Samira was relegated to tending to her own needs in the privacy of her tent, especially since her last amorous encounter had nearly been interrupted by one of her brother's outriders. It had been more than three years since she'd let a man touch her like this, and none of her previous lovers even came close to Alastair's skills with his hands and tongue. For a few minutes the veda could barely find the strength to move, but then she felt his cock resting heavily against her still warm and sensitive sex. She couldn't help but gasp a little as her hips rose in response, still fully ready for another round despite having been so recently satisfied (perhaps she needed to try having an orgasm more then twice a year to get herself into better shape).

Then again, the witch whose presence still seemed to linger in the cave might have had something to do with it as well. Samira was sure she could hear giggling in her ear as her arms automatically wrapped around the wizard's torso, her nails dragging lightly over his back. "He feels good, doesn't he?" Kalika whispered in the veda's mind. "You want him to fuck your brains out, don't you?"

"Yes..." the dark-haired woman moaned, immediately taking his drenched fingers into her mouth. Samira had never tasted her own fluids before, and she was rather surprised at the sweetness and saltiness. The flavor seemed to intoxicate her, and the veda began to suck more greedily first at Alastair's fingers, then his lips. One hand slipped from his hair down his neck to his chest, where her fingers began to brush lightly over one of his nipples while her legs twined around his. Her sex was beginning to dribble in fresh arousal as she rubbed against his manhood, silently begging him to penetrate her, and when the wizard asked her to clean his fingers more thoroughly she wasted no time in obeying. Both of her small, soft hands wrapped tightly around his wrist as she slowly sucked off each finger one by one, her dark eyes staring through her lashes into his the entire time.

But then the wizard started to tease and torment her chest, and Samira absolutely lost it. Her movements became sharper and more erratic, and her back arched sharply to thrust her breasts directly into his face. She might have reached a second orgasm from feeling Alastair's mouth on her nipples alone, but before she could reach the peak he had pulled away and was asking her for something no man had ever dared to ask her before. The veda's cheeks darkened at the question. She had seen her brother's slaves sucking his manhood like that once or twice, when she'd had the misfortune to interrupt him at an awkward moment. And the woman couldn't lie, the idea of doing that to a man seemed so thrilling and forbidden to someone like her, who was supposed to lead a life of chastity.

Do it said a voice in Samira's head, but this time it wasn't the witch. It was her own desire.

She nodded slowly, then pushed Alastair away from her and onto his back. For a moment, she merely stared in awe at the sight of his cock; it was certainly thicker and longer than any other she had seen, let alone felt. Samira wasn't sure she would even be able to take it all inside her, but she at least had to try. With her sopping hair falling over her shoulders, the veda wrapped both hands around the base of the wizard's shaft then slowly lowered her mouth over the head, tasting a hint of herself but mostly the water of the hotspring mixed with Alastair's own musky essence. As her hands began to squeeze and stroke him, her lips slowly slipped lower until she could feel him penetrating her throat. Curiously she didn't seem to have much of a gag reflex, and the veda had a sneaking suspicion this was more of the witch's magic working on her body.

After she'd gotten accustomed to the size of him, Samira's head began to bob rhythmically up and down as she began to suck more firmly. One hand slipped down to caress and tease his balls, while with her other she reached upward to lightly scratch down from his hip to his inner thigh.

 

[Pazzo]

Alastair's Testicles practically danced in the pretty woman's skillful hand, thoroughly enjoying her soft, gentle touches and motions, having to bite his lower lip and narrow his eyes as he felt her fingers wrap around and make love to each one of them, giving them the much needed attention the craved, even finding his spermatic chords, and stroking them in the most gentle arousing way. Much like someone else did... But that thought was quickly banished as her impossibly hot mouth enveloped his member, devouring it, in a most lurid, and savage way. His hips were possessed of a mind all their own, as it thrust back and forth, gently fucking her mouth, moaning as he felt his foreskin glide heavenly against the wet, soft flesh of her oral cavity.

His cock thundered all of its own accord, growing thicker than it ever had before for any woman... Ever.

Alistair could not wait any longer, bending at the waist, he took her beautiful face off of his cock reluctantly, holding it in his hands, quickly pressing his lips to hers, and kissing her tenderly, full on her mouth, sending his tongue forth, probing, caressing hers, completely intoxicated. He then gently laid her back against the wall of the pool again, holding her succulent thighs apart. He back propped up a little on the wall so she could see what was happening to her. Al gripped his fleshy member with one fist, his fingers not reaching quite all the way around it.

He then rubbed his crown up and down her womanly petals, soaked in her saliva, letting him slide around easily. He then took a deep breath, and ever so slowly, slid his massive fuckpole, inch my inch, into her vessel, watching her reactions carefully, then almost screaming out at the level of heat that assaulted his flesh. After what felt like an eternity, the wizard was balls deep within the Veda, stirring his hips side to side, feeling her puckered cervix kiss and make love to his urethra...

 

[Shiva the Cat]

He tasted warm and wet and wonderful, and after only a moment Samira couldn't resist opening her eyes to watch the wizard's reaction to her movements. She hadn't been entirely confident in her skills, but judging by the way his hips were moving and the expression on his handsome face (Handsome? Since when did she find him handsome?) the veda was sure he was enjoying it at least a little bit. It was hard for her to tell if her movements were based on her own instinct or some silent guidance from Kalika, but the more she watched him the less she cared. Part of her really was curious to see what it would be like to feel him shooting his seed down her throat, but her starving and jealous cunt was pulsing and dripping almost to distraction, and she couldn't help but let out a little sigh of joy when she felt his hands on her face, easing her upward. Her body had no doubt what was coming.

Samira met Alastair's kiss with matching passion, perhaps even more. Her need was driving her mad, and she didn't hestitate to nip at his lower lip or wrestle with his tongue to get her point across. Her arms fastened with surprising strength around his neck, and her legs hitched up until his hips were clamped firmly between them. She could feel that impossibly large member of his pressing against her opening, but the veda was more than ready for him. "Alastair..." she gasped, pulling back from him a moment and staring first into his eyes, then down at the shaft that was beginning to penetrate her at an achingly slow pace. Her walls had to stretch wide to accept him, but between the relaxing heat of the cave and spring, her previous orgasm, and her own aching desire she felt nothing but sweet pleasure as he filled her.

Still the noises she was making with every inch that pressed into her were most un-veda-like, and feeling more than a little shy the woman pressed her face into the crook of Alastair's neck. She was so close she could feel his artery pulsing beneath her lips, and without thinking she pressed first a light, then a heavy kiss to the spot. Her kisses turned to gentle bites, and before she knew what was happening she'd caught his earlobe between her teeth and was tugging gently, while her nails began to dig more deeply into the skin of his back. When she could feel him filling her to the brim Samira couldn't help but move her hips in a slow circle, testing the tight seal he'd created within her.

The veda's fingers wound again in Alastair's hair, then jerked backward so he would be forced to look her in the eyes. There was a new fire in Samira's gaze, one that was most uncharacteristic for the usually calm and collected woman. "Fuck me," she demanded in a voice that didn't sound quite like her own, but perhaps the steam from the springs was making it huskier. Her mouth captured his again, and as her arms and legs tightened their grip to give her better leverage, she began to slowly slide up his manhood, only to crash her hips back against his a moment later.

 

[Pazzo]

Samira was easily one of the most beautiful women in existence. And like all of them that had come before, Alastair had annoyed her within an inch of her life. Such brute, unchaste, and raw exchanges were a regularity for him. Such was his way. But all things considered, there was a stark honesty about him. He chose his companions because he enjoyed their company, not because of what benefits they could provide.

If the wizard had ever been attracted to a woman, he had always made it a point to do what was unexpected, so that her mind was forced to remember and think about him. Usually it took him about a month to get her into his bed, if at all. Getting her into his bed had always been the problem for him. Once she was there however, her getting off was a forgone conclusion.

But this... This was beyond unexpected, bedding an exotic woman after only a few hours of having met her? That was unheard of. Well, at least not having to pay her in advance.

Her fingers into his hair, and yanking them back, he gasped, there was a charm and excitement to the sharp pain that traveled along the nerve endings of his scalp, as he forced him to look into her molten pools of endless lust that she had for eyes. While this was easily the single most erotic, most powerful, and most passionate moment of his life, there was something strangely familiar about this. "What am I missing..." He murmured to himself, only to feel the intensified heat of the Veda's mouth upon his, the heat of her kiss, and the power of her tongue wrestling with his. Any troubling thoughts that may have occupied the wizard's thoughts were instantly forgotten, and neaten down with thousands of iron rods, so that they would never even think of troubling him again.

This, this was more than just a quick, casual fuck in the canvass screened shadowy back booth of some smoke filled seedy drinking establishment. This was meant to be. She had somehow changed positions, where she was on top of him, slamming her succulent, wet, gripping folds up and down his hard shaft. Her huge, gravity defying breasts bounced invitingly before him, as he watched with wide eyed, rapt attention. The wizard's hands reached out and clutched the glistening tanned mammaries, feeling their heat, and their heft. Watching them triggered even more of the vestigial caveman pathways in his mind, telling the wizard that she would be an excellent mother to any of his children that he might have with her, keeping them well fed.

He inhaled deeply of her raw, womanly scent, intermixed with the expensive, exotic perfumed oils that she slathered herself with.

For the first time in his life, he lost himself into a woman, becoming completely taken and intoxicated with her.


Alastair's muscles clenched, as his hips matched her downward slamming motions, thrusting up into her with each stroke, feeling the searing heat of her cervix upon his glans. His lips found her erect, puffy nipples, and suckled hungrilly. His heat increased, as did his need. He would not be able to last long here, as he felt his cum start to boil deep within his heated scrotum, the hot waters of the spring, splashing all around him as her perfect ass sank and rose repeatedly upon him.

 

[Shiva the Cat]

While Samira wasn't a complete novice when it came to more primal arts of being with a man, every passing moment with Alastair was quickly showing her how little really knew when it came to real pleasure. Her previous dalliances had all been with men who wanted to wanted to get the deed over as quickly as possible while still ensuring their veda achieved satisfaction, and while at the time she had to admit there was a certain exhilaration to those frantic encounters they were nothing compared to what the wizard was doing to her now. This couldn't be done quickly, and if Batu Khan were to walk into the cave right that moment his sister would have kept on riding the cock buried inside her, her reputation be damned.

The wizard's hands seemed everywhere at once, evoking heat and need so expertly she was beginning to wonder if he was working some kind of spell on her body. It felt like lightning was sparking in her chest as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts, and when Samira felt Alistair's mouth it was all she could do to keep from screaming aloud in joy. Instead she managed to keep her cries to rapid, every-louder gasps and the occasional low moan whenever his cock brushed against that most sensitive spot deep inside her, but both sounded like thunder as they echoed of the damp walls of the cave. And then of course there was the soft, wet slappings as their bodies slipped against the damp walls and floor of the chamber, punctuated every now and then by an errant limb splashing into the spring itself.

"Alastair!" Samira cried out again, locking her fingers with his and using his arms to brace herself while her hips began to speed up in that last desperate rhythm. "Don't stop, please..." she begged, feeling herself approaching the edge. "I'm going to...ah!" This time she couldn't stop the scream, and later on the veda would wonder (with a very deep blush indeed) if anyone outside the cave had heard it. Right now though, it didn't seem to matter. For the briefest moment her body seemed to tense, the tightest muscles squeezing tight around Alastair's cock. Then came the first waves of pleasure, making her entire body break out in delightful shivers while a rush of fluid poured out from between her legs.

It seemed to go on forever in the veda's mind, but eventually the orgasm did begin to die away, leaving her feeling weak and breathless. Her arms shook for a moment then gave up their strength, leaving Samira to collapse forward onto Alastair's chest. She winced a little as she did so, feeling her sensitive breasts crushing against his hard muscles, but after a breath or two to collect herself she finally let her eyes drift shut a moment, still panting softly as her better judgment slowly began to reclaim her mind.

Still though, she could hear a pleased voice whispering in her ear, "Nicely done. Very nicely done, my dearest..."

 

[Pazzo]

The world itself, hell, reality itself faded away from his senses, as the most intensified pleasure he had ever experienced hit the wizard's mind from all angles. This was not some mere mortal woman that flowed and ebbed her erotic nectar along his manly flesh, but something else entirely. This was a purely sexual being, playing and tugging at the strings of his desires like a professional minstrel, what with her erotic, skilled, well manicured fingers.

Her long nails scratched into his skin, causing him some discomfort, but oh how delicious the sharp, stinging sensation was, as if little blazing fires had been lit along his damp skin in their wake.

Alistair's very core was struck with a white hot bolt of pleasure, making the steaming, spring fed cave bleed away into a bed of twinkling stars and nebulae or ecstasy . His seed boiled away in his testes as they were clenched by his taught scrotum, as he jerked his head back and roared out to the heavens. He released his seed deep within her womanhood, filling up her succulent vessel to the brim with several violent spurts. The hot fluid leaked out a little from around the tight seal her impossibly wet labia made around him, as he looked down, gasping, feeling the sexy woman drain every last drop from him. Such was the depth of this orgasm, that he felt it up to his chest, deep within, more profound than any he had had before...

Reality slowly returned to his eyes, as his muscular arms slammed into the wet stone floor on either side of the Veda's sexy tanned waist, splashing hot water up around them both. His arms trembled a little, as he fell next to the satisfied, naked siren of a woman, and pulled her in close in a powerful, tight embrace. He moaned softly, feeling how good her body heat felt, as he slowly recovered. Damn the horses, he may have to offer the Khan something more, such as a dragon.

Alastair has always thought women and love to be a burden and a liability, things that he wanted nothing more to do with after his first marriage... but that had changed, there and then...

4 dragons, at least... She was worth that and more.

 

[Shiva the Cat]

As she felt Alastair settling into her, the invasive voice in Samira's voice evaporated as if it had never been there. Indeed, by the time her mind had cleared of the pleasure, she would have sworn there had never been a voice at all, and everything that had happened with the wizard had been of her own volition. Of course, that mindset had aroused a brand new sensation in her: a feeling of overwhelming, undeniable...panic.

Oh gods...what have I done? the veda thought, eyes snapping open wide as the color drained from her face. She had never allowed a tryst to go this far in the past. None of the man she'd ever taken to bed before had been brazen enough to finish inside of her, possibly condemning them both to death or torture. Damn the wizard and his meddling foreign ways. Samira could acknowledge his advances hadn't been entirely (or even remotely) unwelcome, but surely he must have known the consequences of his actions. Or was he the type of man content to leave his bastards scattered across the world without a second thought?

Either way, she pushed firmly against him, untangling herself from his embrace and slipping quickly back into the water in the hopes of both cleansing and concealing her body. "We shouldn't have done that," she said finally, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to look at him. "If the Khan finds out, we're dead, both of us. He thinks I'm a virgin, and if I give myself to a man I'll lose my abilities and be useless to him as a Veda." She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little at that sentiment. Her mother clearly hadn't been a virgin and that had never stopped Ganba Khan from relying on her advice, but much as Samira might have loved her brother she had to acknowledge that Batu Khan certainly lacked his father's cleverness.

"You can use your magic to disappear and reappear elsewhere, can't you?" she asked, trying to formulate a plan to get out of the situation. "Can you make yourself appear in your tent without anyone seeing you? It won't be suspicious if I come back to camp alone, but we cannot be found together. You've drawn too much attention to yourself already, and people will talk." Samira sighed, suddenly feeling tired. But she wouldn't be able to sleep as soon as she got back to her own quarters. No, she would need to prepare a cup of Maiden's Tea, and pray none of her foolish apprentices interrupted her. Most people in the camp didn't know the medicinal purposes of the secret red herb she always kept on hand for emergencies, but the other healers would. And there was more than one that would have been happy to take Samira's place if it meant rising in the Khan's favor, even if it meant betraying their teacher.

"We can never speak of this, Alastair. Do you understand?" Samira asked seriously, looking back towards the wizard. "And it must never happen again. Lives are at stake, and we won't be able to fight your witch if we're both dead, will we?"

A strange little jolt of pain seemed to run through her body for a moment, making her twitch violently in the water. A cramp, most likely, given her minimal sustenance and extensive physical exertions. Setting her jaw, the veda emerged from the water and began to dry herself off and dress, but waited for the wizard to leave first before returning to her own tent.