Shadow Phantoms - H.P. Mallory Page 0,1

she followed my instruction and I roasted her naked body with my gaze, taking in every curve, every crease, every inch of sublime flesh and every tiny imperfection. It was not so much that I wanted to look at her, but I enjoyed her obvious discomfort in the heat of my gaze.

“Come here.”

Still tentative, but growing more confident as she became accustomed to being naked before me, she walked to where I sat.

“Kneel.”

Freya knelt down in front before me, delightfully subservient. I quite felt like the English kings of yore, whose subjects showed them proper deference.

There was no need for words now, I simply let my eyes travel down to the increasingly prominent bulge in the front of my pants.

Freya’s hands trembled slightly as she undid first my belt, then the buttons of my fly. Negotiating my boxer-briefs, she reached in and drew my aroused weapon out, her fingers feeling cool against my enflamed skin. Without needing to be told, she leaned forward to kiss then lick at me fervently, as if worshipping at some unholy altar.

I sighed in pleasure; she might only be here at the behest of her brother, but she was certainly throwing herself into the task. As she took me into her mouth, engulfing my cock in its wet heat, I took another sip of wine, stretching back in my seat to luxuriate in self-indulgent pleasure.

I had been with younger girls, prettier girls, firmer girls, but a more experienced woman brings sublime compensations. I stroked her hair and arched my hips forward to meet her. She tried to back off a little, but I took a handful of hair and drew her in, pressing more of my eager length into her luscious mouth. She struggled slightly at first, but managed to adjust herself, and even began to drag my boxers and pants down my legs, affording her more access to my body, her busy hands soon pleasing me in other ways.

I pride myself on being a strong man with a certain sexual stamina, and I was content for a longish while to simply lie back and enjoy this unexpectedly talented woman. But I was sure she had more to offer, and this would likely be my only chance to find out, since I was having her brother killed tomorrow.

I gave her a sharp tap on the top of the head. “Up.”

Freya (the more I used it, the less I thought it was actually her name, but no matter) pulled back, her eyes wide and nervously expectant.

“On the bed.”

She got up and went to sit on my bed.

“On all fours,” I instructed. I stood, pulling off my shirt as I went, and had to admit my legs felt a bit rubbery—the woman knew what she was doing.

By the time I reached the bed, I was as naked as she was. I took a moment to admire the glorious, broad cheeks of her ass, like a full moon before me, trembling slightly which only made them more appealing. She jumped slightly as I stroked my hand across the smooth flesh.

“Don’t be frightened.”

I had briefly considered the tight, wrinkled entrance of her anus, but she had treated me very well and, again, I was killing her brother the following day; why not be kind?

Kneeling on the bed behind her, I angled my sturdy member down to its target and thrust forward.

“Oh!” Hard to say if the word was born of shock or pleasure on her part, but I didn’t care much.

After the long, slow build, I was ready for action and rutted away vigorously, my hips smacking against her plump backside. Sliding my hands along her body, I filled my hands with her bountiful breasts, enjoying their weight as they bounced in time with the pounding I was giving her.

Her breaths came short and fast, as if they were knocked out of her, accompanied by irregular squeaks as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. Pulling back to hold onto her waist, I admired her ass, bounding and rippling as I thrust away. The sight was too much for me to resist and Freya yelped as I spanked her right cheek. My eyes shifted to my discarded belt nearby—now that would really make her yelp. But the red handprint emblazoned on her right cheek was more aesthetically pleasing. Freya yelped again as I walloped her left cheek, leaving a matching print burning red on her flesh.

I increased my tempo. This was turning into an unexpectedly enjoyable encounter, and the night