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Extasis, Part Five

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Posted to the RoswellSlash mailing list February 11, 2001

Extasis 5/?
See earlier installments for disclaimers.
Rating: R for f/f interaction. If you don't like that, skip this. Your loss.
Feedback: Scynneh@yahoo.com Let me know if you enjoyed it- this is my first try at Tess/Maria, and these are new waters. How's my breast-stroke? (Snicker, sorry, puns)



Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

-William Shakespeare

It's important to appear humane, kind and sympathetic, so long as it doesn't interfere with one's goals. Take the objective here: Innocence's deflowering and possession tantalized me as it moved barely out of my reach. The personification of my lusts briefly brought to mind a question that often made me contemplate strange truths, if only for a while.

What makes blonds more fun? Is it the lack of intelligence associated with golden tresses and the activities possible as a result, or the severe oxygen deprivation intrinsic in the world behind their luminous eyes? The pull of muscles in lips that become sultry when light strands fall beside moistened lips. And the play of fingers over rough and frayed cloth can be unbearably sensual. Nails plucking loose threads engage the meandering eye for eternal moments. That confidence is attractive, it explains why I spend much of my time with women thus endowed; the knowledge that it lies unlearnable under their skin until their power rises up to engulf formerly meek flesh into beautifully strong women.

But this strength must not be allowed to run free if one is lord and master, and one harsh lesson must be taught: everyone is nasty to everyone else. And it was my task to take the tender girl shrinking against the bulked and open her up to the joys of life beyond her clearly narrow dreams.

Despite the Socratic injunction that "Only the known life is worth living, " most would prefer no remain ignorant, and Mouse here, was becoming the poster child for denial in the face of inevitability. And that visage was wearing an expression of deep-seated excitement. Tess moved to stand next to me in the doorway, and simply regarded our prize without words for a brief time. Then she slid her arms around my neck and attached herself to my upper body with all the dexterity of a squirrel, being sure to rub against my groin as she moved over me. I affected ignorance, the better to enjoy her persuasive assault, and the faint giggle that slipped out as she released the ties on my vest let me know that this game was to be played to the hilt of our talents.

"I'd like to let you two in on a good idea," she began timidly as Tess stalked towards her, the hunger for things not edible clear to even such a naïve thing.

"Terrific," I replied, "let us know when you have one."

Tess slid over the expanse of worn carpet that separated her from the girl, and once only inches away, reached out one pale, graceful hand. Her painted nails stood out against the cool marble tone of the slave's skin. As her thumb touched parted lips, there was a look of confusion on that gentle face. She must have anticipated submitting to a man's pleasures, but the idea of a woman wanting her body seemed as unimaginable as a unicorn of her purity was to us in this darkened corner of the universe. And as a mystical being can have one 'first time' before it is jaded, we meant to have our fill of this one and make the experience unforgettable for all involved.

"What's your name, sweets?" Tess inquired, her voice a sluice of honey over a well-loved groove in my ears. The tone did its work, and that musical voice whispered:

"Maria."

Tess slid over the expanse of worn carpet that separated her from the girl, and once only inches away, reached out one pale, graceful hand. Her painted nails stood out against the cool marble tone of the slave's skin. As her thumb touched parted lips, there was a look of confusion on that gentle face. She must have anticipated submitting to a man's pleasures, but the idea of a woman wanting her body seemed as unimaginable as a unicorn of her purity was to us in this backward corner of the universe. And as a mystical being can have one 'first time' before it is jaded, we meant to have our fill of this one and make the experience unforgettable for all involved.

"What's your name, sweets?" Tess inquired, her voice a sluice of honey over a well-loved groove in my ears. The tone did its work, and that musical voice whispered:

"Maria."

"Beautiful," proclaimed the seductress, and Maria flushed with confused delight at the compliment. Rarely did Masters take the time to inform their property of their value, and that fault only lead to a lack of grateful worship. The trick for setting such a relationship up correctly was to begin things with the appropriate amount of force and reverence. Tess had one, and I was a Master of the painful ecstasy. Together, we wooed and whipped our way to Mastery. I had learned at a young age which was more effective, and was aware that this child might believe it better to bow beneath our touch without enjoying it, simply because of the past. If a person comes from a place where it's the custom to be beaten, then they assume that everywhere else is the same all over. Bruises are like hair and hands; you may be able to conceal them with paint or cloth, but at the end of the day, you just have them.

Bringing my mind out of unfamiliar maudlin ness, I saw that Tess had slid neatly over the first obstacle, and was cradling Maria's face in her hands, murmuring words of praise that had enough truth in them to be believable, and enough sugar to make me long for some Tabasco sauce to pour over her mouth.

The kiss was gentle, burning shyness and wise chill meeting after what seemed a forever of contemplation.

Tess' mouth closed over Maria's, thrusting her tongue into the warm recesses of the slave's mouth; challenging Innocence to throw itself into the vastness of carnality. Maria's hands moved up to grip her arms, seemingly trying to prevent herself from tumbling into a void that she could not comprehend, but found suddenly wildly inviting. Continuing her careful assault, Tess kissed a path to Maria's ear, and sucked the earlobe into her mouth, teeth closing gently on the skin, pinching and upping the stakes of surrender. Her voice seared the listeners' ears.

"Is this what you've been looking for?" One hand slid down to cup the mound between Maria's legs with unmistakable intent. "I can give it to you, just say that you're mine." Leaning back, Tess deliberately surveyed the slave's aroused body with an insolent moue of her lips. She expected Maria to look down at herself, see her heaving breasts, the hand covering her most intimate parts, and throw off her Mistress. She anticipated restraints and threats; all delightful at times, but not what she craved from this one. SO when Maria reached up to draw the older woman down for a kiss, she was pleasantly shocked. Granted, the lips that caressed hers were anything but practiced, but their enthusiasm made up for any awkwardness tenfold. Tess moved at once to generosity, deemed it better to initiate this one with only pleasure at the first, and while sharing her knowledge of intimacy, slid the hand not staking a claim to her lover's body to the front of the pitiful garment that passed for a dress; it more resembled ashes woven into cloth, and with a thought, Tess dissolved the material into the room around them. So absorbed was Maria in the explorations of another woman's mouth, that she didn't notice her lack of covering until a hand moved to stroke her breasts. Then she started, her surprise comical, and soothed only with further whispers and kisses from the ambitious Tess. Complete surrender was her goal, and to reach that end, she was going to have to reduce this one to a puddle of nerve endings incapable of forming a coherent protest.

An all out attack on Maria's senses was launched before she could collect herself enough to think about escaping, and as Tess kissed the velvety hollow beneath her chin, she reflected that she really didn't want to get away from thisSevent. She had expected to be raped, thrown down some dank hole and left there; these fingers gliding over her untouched skin were a surprise she wasn't about to rail against. The lips against her breast brought her hips upwards in a movement that both confused her and seemed appropriate. And when she glanced downwards to find Tess' lips capturing one pink nipple, Maria couldn't restrain a moan uninhibited lust. She wanted this woman to take her places she'd only heard about in rumors.

Tess was all at once between Maria's legs, and the loss of suction on her breast made the girl whimper. That noise soon rose in pitch as callused fingers drew her legs apart and waltzed with infinite care up her inner things, coming ever closer to her needy places, but always moving away at the last second. When Maria was sobbing wit the tension of such teasing, Tess delved into her curls and found her throbbing clit. To Maria's astonishment, the woman moved her thumb over the distended nub, softly rubbing it.

Then she lowered her head and pressed her mouth against the unbearably sensitive flesh. Maria gasped, and her body twisted in an automatic response to avoid the strange sensation. Tess would have none of that, and held her treat still easily with latent strength that was more than that of any human woman. The concept of an alien lover flew straight out of Maria's head more quickly than a dove released from its cage when a warm tongue plunged into her empty passage.

Some brilliantly new brand of honey poured over Tess' lips, and she sampled it with all the critical enthusiasm of an expert in flavor. Hot, definitely, the human was almost burning her with her blatant want, and it was all Tess could do not to just shove a fist inside that tight slit. But with time would come even more openness, and all she needed was the right touch to make this one receptive to all kinds of suggestions. As the convulsions of the body beneath her began to become erratic, Tess twisted Maria's clit abruptly in two fingers, while entering that heaven with the index finger of her other hand. Maria screamed at the invasion, her sounds taken into Tess' mouth as she drug her torso up to cover that of the slave's.

The shudders that convulsed Maria's body left her limp under her Mistress, and she didn't see herself ever moving from the sweaty knot they'd landed in. Movement wasn't on her list of things to do, though, and she closed her eyes, exhausted with the novelty of her first intimacy. Tess, too, was content to lay still for a time, her own release could wait, for now, she was much less disposed to thought, and more towards merely reveling in the satisfaction of a new form to explore.

Innocence is a much-valued commodity. The demand is there, and one can acquire it, maybe. With the right tools.

TBC

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