Chapter 58: Priestess Of Seduction: Don’t Be Shy, Eat My A$$!(18+)

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Priestess Of Seduction: Don’t Be Shy, Eat My A$$!(18+)

Vara’s adjustment had taken effect: smaller, sharper groups, visible enough to remind the valley the center still had teeth, not so constant that the thinness became the only thing anyone saw.

Renn took the eastern internal rotation alone for the first stretch of the afternoon. The bindings on his shoulder and chest were darker in places where the wounds had seeped.

His eyes remained flat.

He no longer looked like a young fighter trying to prove he belonged.

He looked like a man who had already decided the line was the only place left that made sense.

Elka found him near the quieter stretch of the eastern path after the midpoint counts had turned.

She did not bring Sura or Drak.

She came alone, tall and unhurried, the bone beads and teeth in her long braids catching the late light, fur cloak open over the strong curves of her body.

She stopped at a respectful distance and waited until Renn’s flat eyes acknowledged her.

"You’re far from the lower fires," he said.

His voice was quieter than it had been before the northwestern stone, but it no longer shook.

"I wanted quieter," Elka answered.

Her tone was measured, almost conversational.

"The Matron’s adjustment has thinned the constant walking.

Some paths are emptier than they were.

I came to see how empty."

Renn’s hand stayed near his spear.

"The counts still hold."

"They hold because the fraction is still willing to spend itself proving they hold," Elka said.

She stepped closer not enough to threaten, enough to change the air.

"You held the left approach when the full weight came. You stopped shaking.

You became something the high rock could not break.

That kind of hardening leaves a man hungry in places he does not always name."

Renn’s jaw tightened.

"If you came to measure how tired I am, please go!

Elka’s mouth curved, thin and sharp.

"I came to see whether the man who held the left approach has ever been touched like he matters."

Her eyes moved over the bindings on his chest and the way he still stood as if the stone were under his feet.

"Have you?"

The question landed in the quiet path like a different kind of blade.

~~~~

Renn’s breathing deepened. For a long moment he said nothing.

The doubled counts continued faintly in the distance. No first-band runner appeared.

"No," he said finally.

The word was low and rough.

Elka stepped into his space.

The heat of her body reached him.

The scent of her skin smoke, resin, and something warmer cut through the dust of the path.

"Then tonight the left approach learns something the high stone never taught it," she said. "Come with me.

The paths are clear for a short window.

What happens in it stays in it... unless you decide otherwise."

Renn’s control held for another three breaths.

Then it broke with a single, sharp exhale.

He followed her.

She took him to a small, rarely used side fold near the older storage caves far enough from the main paths that sound did not travel cleanly.

A single lamp was already lit. The flap fell closed behind them.

Elka turned to face him.

She let the fur cloak drop.

The bone-and-hide top followed.

Her heavy breasts settled free in the lamp light, nipples already tight.

She watched his eyes move over her and did not rush him.

"You’ve never had a woman," she said.

It was not a question. "Not like this. Not at all."

Renn’s voice was tight. "No...."

"Good." Elka stepped in, took his spear from his hand, and set it against the wall.

Her fingers worked the leather at his waist with deliberate patience.

"Then I am going to taste you, and give you the best sex of your life...

You will talk to me while I do it.

You will tell me how it feels.

And you will come so hard the left approach forgets its own name."

She pushed his leather down and wrapped one hand around his cock. He was already hard thick, flushed, leaking at the tip.

A low, startled sound left his throat at the first firm stroke.

"Sensitive," Elka murmured, pleased.

"Virgin cock always is. Look at you.

Already dripping and I’ve barely touched you."

She stroked him slowly, tightly, thumb sweeping the head on every upstroke, milking the clear fluid down the shaft. Renn’s hips jerked.

~~~~

His hands hovered, uncertain, until she took one and pressed it to her breast.

"Squeeze. Harder.... This huge breast belongs to you... I want to feel it."

He squeezed.

A rougher sound left him when she rewarded him by dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth in one long, wet slide all the way to the root, throat working around him.

Renn’s head fell back against the stone.

A broken, disbelieving moan tore out of him.

"Fuck Elka"

She pulled off just far enough to speak, spit connecting her lips to his cock.

"That’s it. Talk!

Tell me how my throat feels around this virgin cock."

"Hot" His voice cracked. "Nasty, I need the best head now mama... Fuck. I’ve... never it’s too much...."

"It’s not too much."

She deep-throated him again, moaning around his length, the wet, filthy sounds of her throat filling the small fold.

One hand stroked and milked what her mouth couldn’t take.

The other reached between her own legs and began fingering her cunt in time with the bob of her head loud, wet, obscene.

She sucked him like she was starving, swallowing his cum, spit running down his shaft and over her fist, moaning every time she took him to the root and held.

Renn’s thighs were shaking.

His hands had found her braids. He was no longer trying to stay quiet.

"I’m going to fuck, I’m going to come"

Elka pulled off immediately, fist tight around the base of his cock, denying the edge.

He made a raw, frustrated sound that was almost a whimper.

"Not yet," she said, voice thick and wet. "Virgin cock doesn’t get to finish in my throat the first time.

It finishes inside me.

She pushed him down onto the furs, climbed over him, and sank onto his cock in one long, greedy drop.

The stretch pulled a deep, throaty moan from her chest and a broken, overwhelmed cry from his.

She took him to the root, ground down, and began to ride with deep, rolling, nasty strokes hands braced on his chest, heavy breasts swinging, bone beads clicking.

~~~~

"Talk to me," she demanded, moaning between words.

"Tell me how my cunt feels wrapped around this cock.

Don’t you dare stay quiet."

"Tight" Renn’s voice was wrecked.

"So fucking tight hot, mama... i need more of I’ve never felt anything... fuck"

"Louder." She slammed her hips down harder and let out a long, filthy moan. "That’s it. Take it. Take my cunt. You’re doing so well for a virgin. Look at you. Already twitching inside me."

She rode him harder, the wet slap of skin filling the fold.

Her moans grew louder, thirstier, more open with every stroke raw, hungry sounds that left no doubt what was happening.

She reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while she fucked herself on his cock, moaning continuously.

"I’m close" she gasped. "Common, Don’t you dare come until I say. Hold it. Be good for me, Don’t be a naughty boy...

Renn’s hands locked on her hips hard enough to bruise.

His face was flushed, eyes dark, mouth open on continuous broken sounds.

He held barely while she used him, grinding down, moaning, chasing her own pleasure with open greed.

She came first with a raw, shaking cry, body clamping down around his cock in strong pulses.

The force of it almost dragged him over the edge.

She felt him throb and squeezed her cunt deliberately around him, milking the sensation without letting him finish.

~~~~

"Not yet," she snarled, still pulsing.

"You come when I fuck it out of you."

She lifted off him, turned, and pushed her ass back toward his face.

"Urgh... Eat! Taste! Suck it... Tongue in my ass while I decide how I want this virgin cock to finish."

Renn obeyed with desperate hunger, dragging his tongue through the cleft of her ass and pushing inside.

Elka moaned loudly at the feel of it, stroking his cock with long, tight, nasty pulls at the same time milking him right up to the edge and denying him again until he was shaking and cursing under his breath.

"Mama" he rasped against her skin. "Please, Elka I need...."

"Don’t be shy, I know what you need, this wet pussy...."

She turned, pushed him onto his back again, and sank onto his cock once more this time facing him so he could watch every bounce of her heavy breasts and the place where he disappeared inside her.

She rode him with deeply, elegantly, punishing strokes, moaning openly, talking through every thrust.

"That’s it, Common virgin boy... Fuck me, Harder. Give me everything this virgin cock has.

I want to feel it paint my cunt. Come for me. Now. Fill me!"

Renn broke with a raw, almost pained shout.

~~~~

His hips snapped up hard and he came in thick, heavy pulses, flooding her while she kept riding him through it, moaning at the feel of every spurt, cunt clenching around him to milk every drop.

She did not stop until he was spent and shaking beneath her.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing ragged, sweat and come and the smell of sex thick in the low lamp light. Elka’s forehead rested against his for a moment.

Then she lifted her head and looked down at him with dark, satisfied eyes.

"The left approach just learned something the high stone never taught it," she said, voice rough. "Remember how it felt. Remember who gave it to you.

When the next knife moves inside these caves, you will already know what it is to be opened by something you cannot simply refuse."

Renn’s voice was wrecked. "Why?"

Elka’s mouth curved, thin and sharp. "Because the Matron is spending what little first-band strength remains to keep the center looking unbroken.

And because men who have been properly ruined are often more honest about which center they are willing to bleed for."