rooms.
Areesal sighed softly as she moved to sit on the edge of a round bed covered in blue satin. Her eyes were drooping closed as the barkeep pulled her shoes free of her aching feet.
"You smell of adventure," the woman said to Aree. It was a common phrase, as well as a common stench that people wanted to speak nicely of but knew of no way how.
Smiling, Aree nodded. She had gained new powers in the last of her recent fights and battles. And there was a fresh feeling of pride inside of her. When she had entered her home city, she hadn't felt the usual desire to slink around corners and keep to shadows, fearful that her family or her would-be husband would see her.
Let them know I'm here, she had found herself thinking. Let them try to manipulate me with their cowardly enslavement to culture. For now, I am something more…
As if emboldened by the thoughts in her head, she reached out a hand and touched the long pointed ear of the elf slowly rubbing soothing mint balm on her bare feet. The woman, older than Aree by some decade or so, froze in position and smiled, closing her eyes at the gentle touch. Aree stroked the woman's earlobe right up to the point, then down. She'd never done that before, to anyone, never mind a woman. Then she let her hand drop back to the bed. It felt like lead, heavy and hard to keep up.
The woman leaned over Aree, exposing ample cleavage to the warlock as she bent. Her full bosom forced her white blouse to almost slip free of her chest, and Aree gulped, finding herself suddenly salivating. Then the woman stood and drew Aree up with her.
The warlock did nothing as the barkeep began to take off her clothing, piece by piece. She had none of Aree's fiance's finesse. She had to learn where the fastenings were and it took her much longer to undress Aree completely. There was a joy in that, though, a pleasurable amusement in having someone take so very long to undress her. Aree's eyes closed and she couldn't help but smile
She felt the tug of the woman's hand and without opening her eyes, she let the barkeep move her into the tub of water. Aree sank to her knees gratefully in the steaming hot depths. She put her hands in front of her, reaching for and finding the edge of the tub. And as she leaned forward slightly, the woman tending her began to wash her.
The cloth was rough, barely silky at all like Aree was used to. But the press of it over every inch of her skin was somehow invigorating. She could feel her energy coming back as the cloth made so many passes over her. The barkeep rubbed the backs of Aree's aching thighs, and she moaned in pleasure. Then the cloth ran over her behind, up her back, leaving rivulets of bubbly soap all the way that continued to slip down Aree's smooth skin.
Aree tilted her head back, letting her long hair drape down her spine. The barkeep, picking up on the cues, used a cup to pour hot water into Aree's hair. Then she was washing it, carefully and slowly kneading her fingers into Aree's scalp in a way that made every part of her tingle.
She felt alive. She felt on fire. And she was so enraptured by what she felt that she barely heard the woman gasp and fall back. It was only when she realized she was no longer being washed that she knew something was wrong.
Slowly Aree turned to look at the woman, who had fallen to the edge of the bed and was sitting there, leaning back and away from the young warlock in the tub. There was a green glow about the woman's wide eyed face. Even her red painted lips were reflecting green light.
Aree stood up and looked down at her naked form. She was completely covered with green fire, her chest rising and falling and causing flames to flicker in her personal aura. She held out her hands and looked at them. The fire didn't burn but she could feel how on fire her spirit was. She was heated to the core with arousal and it was a brand new sensation for her, one that she felt complete control over.
The young naked elf stepped out of the washing tub and smiled, approaching the woman resting on the bed. The closer she got, the more the woman laid back, mouth working but no sound coming from it.
"Shh, sweet one," Aree cooed as she put a hand to the woman's cheek. There was no sizzle there, no burning of flesh. Something in her touch though set the woman's nerves off and her eyes rolled back in her head, her body almost limp.
"It's alright, my dear," the elf on fire said softly, moving her other hand to begin tugging at the barkeep's blouse strings. "This is a good thing…"
Half of Aree wondered if this wasn't what her mentor and lover at the warlock academy felt when he took control of his own lovers. It was a delicious sense of power and strength, and she loved it, could see how it could become so addictive.
As she undressed the woman and laid naked next to her, entwining their bodies and bringing fire and life to the woman's eyes once more, Aree smiled. She hadn't expected this as a result of her trials and tribulations, but this? This was so worth it. The barkeep had intended to cater to the needs of a regular customer, and at last be able to brag that she of all the working girls in the area had gotten Areesal the Warlock under the covers.
The story she would tell now, however, would be incredibly different, one laced with dominance and control and sexual liberation. And Areesal was completely okay with that as she sank into the warmth of the green fire she had coveted, fought for and at last come to conquer.
Green fire. It would suffuse all of Aree's life from here on out and make her the better warlock of all her peers. Her demons would be more afraid of her now than ever before. And her husband, well. As she kissed the lips and exposed skin of her new lover, the barkeep, Aree purred in thought of how she would use this new green fire against him.
Life was going to be different, from now on. The green fire guaranteed it.
"Where flows my pen, there lay I…naked…exposed…and waiting to be read…" K.Skellington
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Sample from The Estrangement, adult supernatural erotica by Kaye Skellington
There is nothing like the feel of a pair of warm lips pressing for the first time against the bare flesh of a woman's shoulder. Leslie made a soft mmm noise, eyes as yet still closed as she felt those lips caressing down the part of her shoulder left bare by the silky sheets of her bed. She shivered as she felt familiar hands slide around her ribcage beneath the blankets, not to pull her up but to bring their owner closer to her. Soon she felt the pull of the sheets as they were drawn away, their golden peachy shimmer disappearing just as she began to open her eyes.
"Ricky…" she whispered as his hands slipped down to her waist and grasped lightly at her hips.
And it was the sound of his name that startled her awake. Something wasn't right about saying his name just then. But what was it?
Leslie brought one of her hands up to her lips, pressing a knuckle there. Ricky's mouth was all around her neck now, a warm finger brushing her mousey brown hair out of the way so he could nip and tug at her skin.
"Snowflake," he whispered, and the thrill of his voice sent a veritable chill down her spine. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh as he said it over and over again, his special nickname for her. He had told her it was because of how pale she was, the crystalline colour of her blue eyes. She was his special snowflake, despite the summer weather outside.
Whether it was his voice or the cool air in the room, something made Leslie shiver again. Ricky's mouth was moving over her spine, using it like a slow country road as his lips meandered over each delicate curve of vertebrae. The places where there was more skin than bone were so sensitive, and he seemed to know that about her. He spent extra time in every single dip as he moved down her body. And Leslie felt like a prisoner to her own desires, something in her telling her this wasn't right but everything
on the outside of her body telling her this was the way things should be. Ricky, above and behind her, his weight pressing down on her bed as he adjusted himself at her legs.
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