Page 52 of The Prisoner's Gambit
“There was this weird sensation. Almost like a tugging in my runes.”
Mistress Tormik’s eyes widened slightly, but she otherwise maintained the evenness of her gaze. “A tugging? Show me where. Which runes?”
“Mostly here,” Maureen replied, opening her top to show her Infala. “That’s weird.”
“What is?”
“I don’t remember that little curve to it being there before. Huh.”
Tormik stared a moment, her eyes nearly boring a hole through Maureen’s flesh. “Cover yourself,” she finally snapped. “Go clean up, you are disgusting from the walk.”
Maureen never expected kindness from the woman, but this sudden change in tone was abrupt and cold. She had upset the woman somehow, but as a neophyte to this world’s ways and customs, she had absolutely no idea what she’d done.
“Uh, I’ll wash at once,” was all she could think of to say.
Maureen turned and hurried out the door, feeling Tormik’s stare boring into her back until she was safely in the hallway.
She hurried to her quarters and shed her soiled uniform, placing it in the receptacle that would clean and sterilize it before the water for her shower was even flowing.
The warm water coursing over her skin felt amazing, washing away the sweat and dust of the outing, taking a good deal of the day’s stress with it. But there was something more, she realized. A new sensation. One that spread all across her body.
The pigment in her flesh was active, especially that in the little Infala rune on her chest. It felt almost as though it was drawing energy from the heat of the water pulsating over her and channeling it to the rest of her from head to toe.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she murmured as the hot tingle settled lower, shifting from her belly to the rapidly swelling nub between her legs.
Maureen’s hands moved across her body, cleaning her skin while reveling in the sensations elicited by touching the newly inked lines embedded in it. Tingles of pleasure flowed through her, overwhelming her senses.
She slid one hand to her breast, her nipple rock hard at the slightest touch. They were always sensitive, but this was something new. Something more. She took her nipple between her thumb and finger and gave it a squeeze.
Hot jolts of bliss shot to her clit, making it throb with her pulse as blood flowed to her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” Maureen gasped, then slid her hand between her legs.
She bit her lip and let out a soft moan as her juices coated her fingers and she felt the startling swelling of her hot folds, her arousal growing with every caress. She braced herself, putting one hand firmly on the wall, then slid her fingers inside, the hot gush of her own arousal coating her fingers as she parted her lips and moved them into her pulsing hole.
The heat was so much more than normal, and she was wetter than she could ever remember being. What’s more, the textured walls flexed and squeezed of their own accord, the sensation of her fingertips caressing just the right places, making her legs twitch and shake.
Maureen’s head began to feel light as she moved inside herself. Somehow, she realized she was about to fall over and managed to slide to the floor before she fell to it, warm water streaming over her body.
She was oblivious to it all after that, the pleasure building inside her taking control, her hand moving faster, harder, pressing that sweet spot just inside, making her feel like she was going to gush at any moment.
“Fuck. Oh fuck!” she groaned as the first orgasm crested, flowing through her body as her pussy clenched hard on her fingers.
The bliss continued even as she pulled them from her own throbbing embrace. Her entire hand was coated now, slick with her juices. Just the way she wanted Bodok’s cock to be.
A new surge of desire rushed through her at the thought of him, the way he had looked at her, his lust plain as day. How he said he would be thinking of her tonight. She envisioned him, lying in his bed, his cock hard and thick in his hand as he stroked himself thinking of her.
She pictured it as if he was there with her. The sexy little smile on his lips. The droplet of glistening pre-cum forming on the tip of his cock as his balls clenched with every tug of his beautiful length. He was so big, so thick, his member hot to the touch. She had felt it before, the mass of him throbbing in her hand, against her pussy, so close, and so perfect.
Her hand, now freed from supporting her against the wall, slid to her nipples again, teasing them, twisting them just right, the jolts of pleasure hitting her clit with a staccato rhythm.
She moved her other hand higher, savoring the slickness of her lips beneath her fingertips as she caressed her sex. Her body jumped when she grazed her clit, settling into a wonderful grind as she pressed down firmly, moving her fingers in small circles, the pressure making her legs twitch as a hot ball of arousal began forming in her belly, spreading through her, a blissful tingle radiating from her pussy across her entire body.
She rubbed faster, harder, her breath growing ragged as the orgasm built. So close. She was so close. But somehow she held on, making herself wait. Wait for the perfect moment.
The vision in her mind was clear, as if Bodok was in the shower beside her. She could see his beautiful body glistening in the water, his muscles tight, his pulse pounding in his veins with excitement. Her Infala tugged at her chest, making her clit swell even more, impossibly engorged as the climax approached.
She couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. With her last moment of lucid thought, she saw Bodok’s jaw clench as he let out an animalistic groan. Hot cum shot out of his cock in a gush, the massive load spraying up across his chest, coating him with sticky, hot cum as the orgasm rocked his body, shaking him to the core. And it was for her. All for her.
Maureen’s vision went dark, an almost black-purple, full of sparkling lights swirling through her head as her matching climax ripped through her, sending her tumbling over the edge in a pulsating flurry of contractions, every nerve in her body on fire with pleasure as the world ceased to be and her bliss was all that existed.
