WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 

 Caught in the act by a rival?

Irene pulled her Odeergin outfit from the laundry bag and hung it in its usual place on the rack, stowing the headgear in one of the cloak’s roomy pockets. She shifted the other clothes so the cloak was mostly hidden behind their folds.

She turned from the task. Valentina stood right behind her, her eyes narrowed.

“Sweet prophets! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Irene grabbed the clothing rack for support, her knees turning to jelly at the surprise.

“Oh, it’s you. I wondered who was lurking back here.” Valentina’s gaze shifted momentarily to the clothes where Irene had hung the cloak. “Giving up on singing? Tired of coming in second to me, so you’ll become a laundress?”

“I was helping Mrs. Hoffman. Nice people do that, you know. What are you doing here so early?”

Valentina waved her hand as if shooing off a fly and turned away. “Fausto and I wish to change some of the blocking in the third scene of the second act. He keeps stepping on my dress. Come out when you finish playing in the clothes; see how professionals work.”

Irene scowled but remained silent as Valentina swayed off toward the stage. Her heart was still pounding, her gut ice-cold.

Had Valentina seen her hiding the Odeergin disguise? How long had she stood behind Irene?

Releasing  June 23.

WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 

Taking responsibility

So many hands on her. Too many. Three men and one woman.

A bolt of ecstasy shot between her legs, as if transmitted by the fingers massaging her there. She tore loose from Sherv’s kiss to cry out as surges of rapture rolled through her. The vague knowledge of faces hanging over her, watching her succumb to pleasure, did nothing to quiet the violent pulses shaking her from head to toe.

There was no end to it. Both breasts were kneaded, and the delicious friction of her clit continued, drawing another spasm of incredible pleasure. Her cries rang out with each sweet paroxysm.

It lasted longer than any joy she’d elicited from her own attempts. It was also over too quickly. A bit of Irene’s soul wept as the exquisite throbs tapered off.

She returned to her senses. The unlikely scent of sugary cinnamon hung heavy in the air, but she dismissed it almost at once. She stared at the awed expressions of Sherv, Rusp, and Jemi hovering over her.

“Um.” Sherv blinked. “More than kiss. We get excited for Irene and...”

He made an apologetic face, but he and Jemi continued to cup her breasts. Rusp’s fingers had stilled, but they remained on her tingling clit.

She was aware of a hardness poking her buttock. Sherv was erect. Very erect, from the feel of it. He was excited, all right, and she’d caused it.

“I…I, uh…”

Sherv interrupted her stuttering by lifting her off his avid lap. Pulling her loose from the others, he sat her on her chair again and fussed with straightening her skirt. After a second, Jemi put her rumpled blouse to rights. Rusp, his eyes lowered, returned to his seat. Irene noted he sucked on his fingers as he did so. She also saw the crotch of his pants were tented. They were tight enough that she realized what she saw couldn’t be accounted for by a single penis.

He had two?

The question was lost in the confounded morass of her jabbering thoughts. Jemi and Sherv, having made her appear proper once more, retreated to their seats. They watched her, appearing at once scared and perplexed.

Sherv broke the silence. “You are all right, Irene?”

“Uh. Well. I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Why you sorry? We do more than kiss. You ask only for kiss.” He shifted and pulled at his trousers, perhaps to relieve their tightness against what was definitely two large and eager appendages.

“Yeah, but now you’re…uncomfortable. If I hadn’t dared you to kiss me, you wouldn’t be.” She found it difficult to avoid looking at their crotches. The tight pants weren’t leaving much to the imagination.

Sherv looked at his obvious excitement. “Oh. Well, you beautiful. Especially when you climax. Can’t help liking it.”

Heat filled her face. She’d done exactly what the Church accused women of. She’d tempted these men into lust.

“It is no problem,” Sherv said, his attention on her again. “It is just good feeling. What is the saying? No big deal.”

“But I…I made you…”

“Feel good. That is all you made, and it is not your problem. Now we apology. You only want kiss, not climax.”

“I am sorry, Irene.” Jemi smiled hopefully. “You not get mad please?”

“I am sorry too,” Rusp added. “Earther women different, but I treat you like other women who show need and expect pleasure. Forgive me?”

Irene gaped. They were taking responsibility for this? They thought they were in the wrong?

Releasing Summer 2023

WIP Wednesday - First Mataras: Irene

 

A new experience

Sherv didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached and cupped her jaw in his calloused palm as he leaned forward. Obeying his gentle tug, Irene tilted toward him, watching as his purple eyes filled her vision. Before their lips touched, she closed her eyes against the nearness that became overwhelming.

His lips brushed hers. Her insides felt as if they melted at the tender contact. After the solidity of Jemi’s body, she’d somehow expected Sherv’s lips to be hard. They were soft as they moved over hers, however. Soft and warm and lovely. The melting within grew, liquifying her within.

Having only known the quick pecks on her cheeks of her parents, Fausto, and Mrs. Hoffman, Irene was surprised at how long the kiss lasted. This was no perfunctory buss, but a slow, careful exploration, Sherv’s lips investigating hers with languorous care. As the seconds passed, she lost herself in the intimate contact.

Then, raspy wetness. He licked her lips, then sucked the lower. A jolt of excitement flashed through her, and she gasped in surprise.

When her lips parted, his tongue slid into her mouth. At the same instant, he lifted her from her seat and settled her on his lap. It happened so fast, Irene had no opportunity to react. All at once, she was in Sherv’s arms, pressed against him, his tongue stroking hers.

Confusion kept her from struggling. An avalanche of sensations barreled through her, holding her helpless as the Dramok tasted and explored her in a manner she’d never imagined. She was aware her tongue parried his, some involuntary instinct guiding it to investigate its rougher twin, to learn his masculine flavor. Her fingers, shed of the gloves, roamed of their own accord, discovering the swells of muscle beneath his soft shirt.

Shock gave way to a roar of clamoring within. An eager, ticklish sensation bloomed in her lower belly. In her sex, which was abruptly wet. The vague sensations that had prodded her to touch herself in her teens and led her along the path to thrilling discovery were nothing compared to this devouring, demanding ache.

She had no defense against such yearning. She obeyed its demand she yield to the man waking her as she’d never been awakened before. She softened in Sherv’s grip, surrendering to his increasingly intent kiss.

Releasing Summer 2023