Alburet chuckled and took a seat at the table, “Correct. Stacia, I do believe you’re up.”
Stacia grabbed a bottle from the sideboard before walking back to the bed. She stripped off her own robe, letting it fall to the floor, turning sideways to show her profile off to Alburet. “Sir, does the deal from earlier still hold?”
It took him a moment to recall what he’d said about the massage earlier. Grinning, he replied, “If Karen says your massage was one of the top three she’s ever received, then yes.”
Eyes blazing with triumph, Stacia nodded, “Accepted.” She tipped some vanilla scented oil into her hand, warming it, then began the massage.
Alburet watched as Stacia worked her hands over Karen’s body. She was focused solely on the task before her, not on making it a show for him. The happy little noises Karen made at times were erotic enough. Stacia worked her way down Karen’s body, then rolled her over onto her back, working her way back up. Shortly after Stacia began to work the oil into the smaller, pert breasts of Karen she leaned down and kissed her gently.
Karen moaned eagerly, opening her mouth to turn the small kiss into a passionate one even as Stacia’s hands continued their assault. Alburet sat up straight, eyes intent on the scene before him, his heart speeding up at the sight. He swallowed hard as he watched one of Stacia’s hands ease down Karen’s front until it came to rest between her open legs. Hands shaking, he felt the blood rushing from his brain as other parts of him demanded it. He got to his feet, drawn like a moth to a flame as he stripped the robe off. He came up behind Stacia, who was bent over the bed eagerly kissing Karen. He tapped Stacia’s legs gently, which she spread for him. As she felt him pierce her from behind her moan mingled with Karen’s.
Hours later the trio were lying in bed, exhausted and spent, but each of them fully sated by all the carnal desires they had indulged in. Karen stretched with a cat like smile, turning her head to look at Alburet. “So, how was the celebration?”
“I don’t think anything could top that,” he replied with a grin.
“Right,” Karen giggled, then sighed. “Damn it, I do need to get going. I have a class to teach tomorrow and on top of that the day after I’m representing the dojo in a tourney. It will be a few days before I make it back on. That’s fine, though, considering tomorrow normal access starts up which means way more people.”
“That still kind of sucks,” Alburet replied, slightly adjusting the arm Karen was using as a pillow. “Oh, well. I’m sure I won’t be too much further ahead of you by the time you return.”
“Please stop by again so we can indulge some more,” Stacia said from Alburet’s other side. “Before ya depart to the land of the two-souled, can ya tell sir if me massage was one of the top three ya ever received?”
Karen sat up so she could lean over Alburet to kiss Stacia, “Best massage ever.”
Stacia pulled Karen down for another kiss, “Thanks.”
“Well, no more waiting I guess. Do you mind if I log out here?” Karen asked, still partially draped over Alburet.
“It costs a kiss for that to be approved,” Alburet chuckled. Karen chuckled as well before she kissed him deeply. Just as his arm snaked up to embrace her she vanished into thin air, leaving him feeling disappointed. “Oh, that little fucking mynx.”
Stacia snuggled closer to him, “Feel free to use me in her stead.”
Turning his head, he leaned in and kissed her. He broke the kiss a minute later, “I think it’s time for bed now.” He turned and wrapped Stacia up in a tight embrace, pulling her back to his front and nuzzled her neck. “Good night, oh fair maid.”
“Good night, sir,” Stacia replied as she relaxed into the spoon.
Alburet woke gradually to the warmth and sensation of Stacia between his legs, sucking him. He shuddered at her expert work, giving in and enjoying the sensations washing through him. He wondered briefly if he hadn’t actually died in jail and was now experiencing heaven or a close approximation of it. After a few minutes he tangled his hands in her hair so he could control what she was doing. After another few minutes he shuddered in climax as she eagerly swallowed every drop of his seed.
Once she had cleaned him thoroughly, which sent aftershocks of pleasure through him, she slid up his body to gently lay astride him. “Morning, sir. I hope ya enjoyed the wakeup call,” she said as she peeked at him through her lashes.
“I think I could have died happy with you doing that,” he said, reaching up to caress her cheek. “Feel free to wake me like that anytime.”
“About last night,” Stacia said, meeting his eyes fully, “I believe ya owe me any one request.” When Alburet nodded, she continued, “I then request to call ya master, in all meanings of the word, instead of sir.”
Alburet felt his anatomy stir at her words, as being called master by a willing woman was one of his many desires. “I accept your request. I shall be your master in all things.”
“Thank ya, master,” she whispered, her eyes bright as she leaned in and kissed him.
As their lips touched they each felt a sharp jolt at their core, which made them pause and gaze into each other’s eyes. Alburet could see unbridled happiness and acceptance mixed with desire and need in Stacia’s. He wondered if she could see how happy her words and actions had made him even through his uncertainty at this sudden closeness that had come about so quickly.
“Now, what nickname to give you?” Alburet murmured. “Karen is already mynx, so what to call you? So eager to be stroked, so soft and lovable, yet I feel like you could bring out claws at any time. I shall have to call you kitten. This way when you purr I know it’s for me.”
Stacia laid her head on his chest and let out a soft purr as she nuzzled him, “Whatever master desires.”
He brought a hand up to tangle into her hair, “Right now what I want is to be rough with you.” He smiled at her soft moan as she nipped at his chest, “I know you enjoyed the spanking the other day.”
Two hours later he sent her down to get breakfast for them both. He lay back in the bed, closing his eyes. It had only been six days since he was thrust into this world, game, he corrected himself. Yet in that time he felt a profound sense of peace, as if he belonged here. He had made friends who weren’t judging him, but they didn’t know his past. He wondered how they would view him if they found out. He also had found someone who came very close to what he had always considered his ideal woman. On top of that, he had found a woman who would gladly spar with him then fuck his brains out to boot. He got up stretching as he did, thinking about what he should accomplish today when his mail icon started to flash.
Message from Fluffbalclass="underline"
Hey. I don’t know if you’re on, but I figure the quest chain is over with by now. I’m thinking about hitting up the goblin village. If you want to join me, just let me know, please.
He sent her back a message that the quest chain was indeed over, but he would be glad to join her in about an hour at the portal guild. Just as he sent the message Stacia came back into the room with the food and a package. “Ya clothes from the tailor came last night. Da’ kept them behind the bar as he did nay want to disturb ya.”
“That was nice of him. Just store them in the wardrobe for now. I’ll be heading out to hunt goblins after breakfast. I’ll probably be out for about half the day, should be back by evening,” Alburet told Stacia as she laid out breakfast for them.
She pouted just a little, but nodded, “I understand, master. It is after all the calling of the two-souled to fight back the monsters. I just wish I could go with and help ya, but I would only be a hindrance. I will make sure everything is ready for ya return.”
Pursing his lips, he examined her features as he placed five gold on the table, “Go out shopping. Buy whatever you wish to spend the coin on.” When she started to object he held out a hand to silence her, once she stopped he continued. “No arguments, kitten. I have never had as much personal joy as I have in the last two days. This is my way of giving back a little to you, so take it and go spend it.”