What We Do to Survive

My Rea did not need to be told twice. She crossed the few feet between us fast enough that, in the half-darkness of the room, it looked as though she’d teleported. Slender fingers slid gently under the waistband of my last remaining garment and I obligingly shifted my weight forward so she could remove them properly.

My smile widened slightly as Rea paused for a moment to carefully fold and set the undergarment aside, even while her eyes stayed glued to my rapidly hardening penis. The moment she was done, she all but lunged forward, nuzzling the tip of my cock with her cheek for just a moment before carefully taking the tip in her mouth. Rea moaned throatily, her tongue vigorously exploring every millimeter in her mouth. One hand came up and gently stroked the base of my cock several times before moving down to fondle my balls. The other remained primly folded behind her back, resting just above her lovely behind.

I groaned in pleasure, leaning back on my arms and letting my head lull forward onto my chest as I watched her work. She was quite good I thought, though I didn’t really have much to compare to. The last time I’d had someone blow me, I’d been too preoccupied to really focus on the experience. I’d used the distraction and convenient position to wrap a length of steel chain around my partner's neck and proceeded to choke her unconscious. Hopefully nothing like that would be needed here.

I gasped as Rea suddenly pushed forward, angling her neck slightly and taking the next several inches of my cock in her mouth in a single motion. I felt my tip hit something soft but firm, but had no time to focus on it as her tongue went back to work and she began to bob her head up and down along my length.

She shifted her head slightly and used her free hand to brush the hair out of her face before looking up into my face. Her violet eyes met mine and I was pleased to see them nearly shining with happiness, a joyful smile clearly visible on her face even as she bobbed her head up and down along my length. Despite myself, I smiled back at her, and let out a short laugh as she looked away, her blush clearly visible despite the dim light.

Shifting my arms, I kept myself propped up on one hand as I used the other to pat her on the head again, then moved lower until I found one of her ample breasts under my palm. My thumb and forefinger closed lightly around her rock-hard nipple, electing a loud moan out of her as I rolled the little nub between my fingers.

She redoubled her efforts, long tongue writhing in her mouth and head bobbing rapidly in long, fast strokes. And then she took a deep breath and, in a move I’d heard of but never really understood the point of until now, she pushed her head the final few inches down until her nose was firmly pressed against my pubes. She choked and sputtered, swallowing rapidly around my cock even as tears formed in her eyes, but the satisfaction on her face was plain to see. She took a shallow breath through her nose and pulled back slightly before thrusting her head all the way back down.

She sucked loudly, cheeks hollowing as she slurped and choked and licked with all her heart. I felt my cock stiffen even more than before and the hand that was playing with her breast came up to gently stroke her cheek and hair. She pressed into my touch, rotating her head and moaning in a way that sent waves of wondrous lighting playing across my nerves.

It felt incredible. Physically, it wasn’t really as pleasurable as the few times I’d played with my tight little Mistletoe, but it was ever so much more satisfying. My Rea met my eyes again, the tears and drool on her face only adding to the glorious image as she wordlessly begged for my approval.

“Good… girl,” I gasped out, “Just a… just a little more. Like that, yes… Oh, good girl! Good girl!”

She all but preened at the praise, thrusting her breasts forward and redoubling her efforts. Her other hand, still held behind her back, came up, stroking gently at whatever flesh was available as she thrust her throat down around me over and over. Her other hand continued its own efforts, slender fingers gently playing with my balls in a way that only amplified the rest of the experience.

My entire body tensed up and my hand closer around the back of her head, fingers wrapped in silky-smooth ribbons of shiny-white hair, the bits of pink dye still present almost shining as the last lamp’s light played across it. I pressed her face down, nose digging into my skin even as her tongue’s continued work finally pushed me over the edge.

I groaned loudly, throwing my head back as I came down my purple-skinned pet’s throat. Though my grip on the back of her head slackened, she made no effort to move, instead gently humming as her tongue continued to writhe and dance across every inch of available skin. Her throat convulsed around me as she frantically swallowed over and over again, eagerly take every drop I could give her.

I spent another minute just basking in the sensation before I sat up and gently pulled her off my slightly slackened cock. I was still somewhat hard, between my circulations and the known side effects of elven milk that wasn’t much of a surprise, but a lot of my tension had drained away, down into Rea’s stomach along with my cum. I considered simply calling it a night, chewing on the bottom of my lip as I glanced at the clock over my desk. It was very late, late enough that it almost qualified as early, and yet… Well, I didn’t have class till the afternoon, right? I was still feeling rather energized, much of the day’s exhaustion temporarily washed away by my evening drink. Usually, I used that energy to get some extra work done, and I could do that too, but… I wasn’t really feeling it.

My attention turned back to Rea as she rocked back, resting her butt on her heels and thrusting her shoulders back. It was quite the lovely view, kneeling as she was with her knees spread widely and her breasts jutting towards me. Her lavender skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, glistening alluringly in the dim light as she patiently stared at the floor.

No, I wasn’t going to be getting any more work done tonight, nor just heading to sleep immediately. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked sharply, but there was no real heat in my words. “You’ve done a passable job, but we’re not nearly done yet. Come here slave, up.”

I hid a smile as she nearly vibrated with enthusiasm, rapidly crawling up to sit straddling one leg like I’d directed her too. I could feel her crotch pressed against my bare thigh and she was soaking wet, just as much if not more so than Mistletoe had been during that first session. It was always nice when something that benefited you could also benefit what is yours. Like Professor Shrike always said, ‘Best to sink two ships with one fireball’.

I lay back on the bed, letting Rea climb on top of me as I got comfortable. “Let's see about you… earning your keep.”

“Yes, Master.”

Adonia Earthshadow didn’t know what to do. That had been happening awfully often these last few months, and she didn’t like it one bit. Everything had always seemed so simple, so much of her life had been written out long before she was born that she rarely had to make any serious choices. That had never been a problem before, she’d liked her life, loved the family that had given her everything she could have wanted, but now? Now… Well, it sometimes felt stifling. She just wasn’t prepared.

Adonia laughed ruefully. Wasn’t that supposed to have been the point of all those lessons? She’d spent long hours with expert tutors, studying economics, politics, military theory, and so much more, all to prepare her for the decisions she would have to make in the future. And yet, now that she was under more pressure than she’d ever been in her life, none of that seemed useful. She knew how to prepare a fort for attack from an entire bestiary worth of monsters or wine-and-dine a ballroom full of visiting dignitaries. She could fence any one of her peers to a standstill, verbally or with the ceremonial rapiers that were often used to settle interpersonal disputes. She knew her family’s allies and enemies, had studied the stances every major Name took on any given political issue, and none of it seemed in any way helpful now.

After all, Leana… she didn’t really care about any of it. She didn’t have to, it… wasn’t her life. She would never be a general, a noblewoman, or a politician. She didn’t care about the network of alliances that held together the power of the Centralist faction, she just wanted to be loved and cherished. She deserved it too, Adonia truly believed that. The poor girl had known so much pain in her short life, Adonia had only heard snippets, voiceless nightmares as Leana thrashed silently in bed beside her. She’d asked, subtly at first, and then in whispered reasurences as she held the rocking girl in her arms, but whatever had happened to her, she wasn’t saying.

Adonia knew she probably could have found out. Just went over Leana’s head and asked one of the myriad of investigators that served her father to look into things for her. It probably would have worked, Darkwalker and Umbra were experts and had ferreted out much nastier questions then the past of one merchant girl, but Adonia wouldn’t do that. Not only would it be a terrible invasion of her love’s privacy, but it could also unearth problems that would come back to bite them both if they came to light.

Adonia had her own suspicions after all. For one, why the hell did a blonde-haired ‘Sweetglass’ call two black-haired Saddleshaper’s ‘uncle’? She’d met both men before, and if they were actually related she would eat her negligee. Adonia was very deflective of how she’d come to live with her ‘uncles’, always directing the conversation away from where she’d come from or what had happened to her parents. After the third time, Adonia had stopped trying to pry. She liked the younger woman too much to alienate her so blatantly. Once their relationship had developed further, she’d put it out of her mind entirely… Until now.

The last few weeks had been hard. Courting Leana had been the best thing she’d ever done, despite the pushback she’d received from her peers and family, it had all been worth it. Holding Leana in her arms, kissing her and making her scream her name… it had been incredible. Leana was such a loving young woman, so much better than the rude and ugly men who had pursued her for her Name and family. Leana didn’t care about any of that, didn’t care that Adonia lived in a giant mansion while she was stuck in a five-room box over her ‘uncle’s’ shop. With Leana, Adonia knew that her partner cared about her as a person, not as a prize to win. And now? She was worried she’d ruined that forever.

She hadn’t thought Leana would take it so badly. She… hadn’t thought. She thought she understood it now, Leana valued family so highly that her words must have come as a betrayal to everything the younger woman stood for. Adonia had just thought of it as business as usual, it was a common practice among nobles after all. So many noblemen had paramours, other nobles, or even lower-class men and women, with whom they shared a bed after their heirs were born. Sure it was typically not a public arrangement, but it was an accepted dynamic. Why should this be any different?

She realized now that, for Leana, this was not business as usual. She’d forgotten that the merchant and peasant classes didn’t do that sort of thing. For them, marriage was a sacred bond between people, not just an exchange of goods and services. When the commoners married, they married for each other more often than not, not for whatever deals could be made by joining two Names in such a way.

It… sounded nice. Freeing in a way. Still, she didn’t think she could ever do it herself. That just wasn’t the world she’d grown up in. She’d known all her life that she would someday marry for the good of her family, and had accepted that long ago. She just wished Leana could understand! Understand that she loved her and wanted her, but she loved her family too.

And now, it seemed things had gotten even more confusing. Her blood boiled as she remembered that commoner(?)’s words. ‘Such a tight knit bunch of students you have here. Tight enough that six of them decided to go out and rape a lesson into their classmate.’ Those dogs dared! She’d already ordered her servants to seek out whatever foolish curs had dared lay their hands on her beloved. There families would suffer for the indignity, or her Name was not Earthshadow. To lay a hand on one under the aegis of her house, even if somewhat on the outs, was the height of arrogance.

And yet, even more than that, she had to know who that man was. He dressed like a peasant, but that… pressure had been like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was some magecraft, she was sure of it, but of what sort she had no idea. He had shaped no spell she had seen, nor uttered any words or made any gestures. It made no sense, and yet she had felt it, like a giant wave ready to come crashing down upon her.

She would have understood if he was some house’s agent, that sort often had to go undercover among the commoners, but he had known Leana. More than that, Leana had known him. It made no sense! She loathed to dig into Leana’s past, but she just had to know, she had to!

Adonia bit her lip, her hand already reaching for the small bell that would summon a servant to her room. No. No, she would give Leana a chance. Her beloved hadn’t come to class in some days, but surely she would be back soon. If not, Adonia could simply visit her at that quaint little shop she called home. She would give Leana one chance to explain, and then she would decide from there.

Her hand fell back to her side. One chance. And then she would have to know.