Satin's Tale: Dealings Done

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Mischievous Delight

Satin found himself standing as she'd left him, staring at the empty door frame for many seconds while his thoughts struggled to catch up.  He sank down on the bed without thinking, trying to calm his suddenly racing heart.  His eyes flicked to the window of the room.  Flight was still an option, perhaps, but not a tactful one.  Were the girl's intentions really what they seemed, or was it all just unconscious and innocent?  Try as he might he couldn't tell.  From downstairs he cold hear the sounds of her moving the heavy water kettle he'd seen resting above the fireplace, and pouring water from it to another pail.  No time for planning or thinking then.  He shook his head to himself, taking a deep breath.  Calm.  She seemed nervous and afraid, but eager to do as she planned for the moment at least.  He could just follow her lead, and if it was all in innocence, he wouldn't need to say anything at all.

He had almost calmed his heart to a reasonable rate by the time Marren returned, carefully carrying a steaming bucket in one hand and several towels and cloths across her other arm.  If anything the flush in her cheeks had grown brighter, but he chose to put that down to the steam from the water.  She smiled again, setting her burden down  and he noticed a small gap where one of her upper canines should have been.  Part of his mind murmured that it looked cute when she grinned and he pushed the thought aside.  As before, she took care to close the door behind her and drop the latch.  At the very least she seemed to feel like she was doing something she shouldn't be.

“Here we are.  I... um, should I...” Her voice started with a bright tone but she quickly stumbled over her words.  Her hands clutched and fretted at the wash cloth she was still holding as she sought what she wanted to say.  Satin found himself smiling and reached out one hand.

“Here, pass me one of those towels.  We should probably start by getting this shirt off.”  The was a soft splash as she dropped the wash cloth into the bucket at her feet.

“O-oh!  Yes, um...  I'll just...”  Despite the reassurance, her cheeks flushed crimson at his suggestion and she hid her face moving the bucket closer and passing him one of the towels.  Satin kept quiet, setting one out over his lap and the other behind his back, turning sideways on the edge of the bed with one leg up.  He glanced to her as she hovered at the edge of the bed beside him, her fingers twitching as she reached out towards his clothing then hesitated and drew back again uncertain.  With another small smile he tilted his head towards the place on the bed behind him.

“Sit.  Take the cloth and squeeze it out, damp, but not wet.  The cuts have bled through the fabric and dried there, so when I take the shirt off they may start bleeding again.”

Her agreement became a series of quick nods as she sat down on the bed behind him, gripping the wash cloth tightly.  Slowly, trying not to wince, Satin pulled apart what was left of his torn shirt ties and reached down to begin tugging the fabric over his head.  As he feared, the dried blood cracking and tearing away led to fresh sears of pain as the injuries reopened.  He heard Marren gasp behind him.

“Oh!  Oh no, it's, it's bleeding a lot!  This one on your back, it's so long!  What should I...”  Her voice had grown higher with alarm and Satin could feel the fresh blood beginning to trickle down his back in several places.  The slice across his side didn't seem so bad, and the scratch down his front was quite minor as well, though they, too had started bleeding again, if more slowly.

“It's alright Marren.  It's ok, just take the cloth and press it gently along the length of the cut for me, start at the top and work down.  Make sure there's nothing in the wound, like dirt or grass, and clean it up.  As long as it's clear, it'll heal fine.”  He felt the delicate touch of one hand on his shoulder opposite the top of the wound.  Slim fingers and a whisper soft grip.  He could feel her trembling slightly as she held him and began to dab and press at the cut with the hot cloth.  The shaking wasn't a problem, but he couldn't help speaking up anyway.

“You seem nervous.  Are you alright?”  Her gentle work stopped for a moment as he spoke, then continued.

“Doesn't it hurt?”  She paused to re-wet the cloth and squeeze it out again.

“Yes, but not too badly.  Don't worry.”  Her slight trembling didn't stop, but instead he began to sense the soft movement of her breath against his back, as though she had leaned in closer.  The hand on his shoulder moved, her fingers spreading out over his skin and sliding slowly.  He kept quiet, closing his eyes as he tried to still his own heart, excited again by her touches.  Neither of them spoke for a long stretch of seconds while she worked, until at last he heard her swallow nervously.

“I...  I've never, umm...  I mean, I've never, well, had... had a boy in my room before.”  when she spoke, he could hear that her lips were much closer to his ear than they had been before.  Despite himself, Satin felt himself give a small laugh, then winced for his effort.

“If it makes you feel better, Marren, I don't think I've ever been invited to a young lady's room before either.”  He heard her giggle behind him and the sound made him smile.  She began to relax, at least a little bit, and her touches against him grew more stable.  When she reached the base of the cut she dipped the cloth in the water again and ran it over the rest of his back slowly, cleaning off the blood that has flowed since she began.  He could feel her taking her time with the motions and washing parts of his back that he knew had no blood on them at all, but didn't stop her.  The sensation of her breathing against his skin had grown quicker, even if she seemed more calm and her closeness sent a small thrill though him.

“I think this one is done.  The bleeding has stopped, mostly.  Umm...  What, what now?”  The question came out as a quiet whisper, more breath than words and Satin was very much aware that he felt the same way she sounded.  He swallowed, breathing in deeply and letting it out again.

“If you could look at the one down here, on my side.  It's not bad, just wants a wipe up.”  He straightened his back for her, turning a little more so she could look, then reached down to the water bucket to wet his fingers, beginning to clean the graze on his chest.  A moment later her hand was lifting his arm up higher, before resting against the side of his ribs, palm flat and fingers spread.  She had leaned in close enough that he could feel her hair brushing against the skin of his back and his breath caught as she examined him.  The feeling of her fingers on his chest sent shivers through him, and she seemed determined to move and flex them, caressing slowly more than supporting.

As she began to dab and press at the lower cut her other hand moved, though whether it was conscious or not he couldn't tell.  Fingers slipped over his chest, tracing the curve of his ribs until they curled up a round his nipple.  Satin heard himself gasp quietly as her palm pressed there, fingertips stroking.  She was finished with the cut already, drying it off with quick, soft presses before her other hand continue around his hip, sliding with exploring fingers across his middle and just above the band of his leggings.  The feeling made his fingers twitch and sent a tingling sensation through his core until it reached a resounding pulse in his groin. 

“Marren... that's...”  the hand on his chest slipped away for a moment before returning on the other side, and suddenly he could feel her pressed close against his back, short, hot breaths caressing his neck.  She was careful not to press on his injury even as her arms made an embrace that slowly continued to explore the dips and plains of his chest.  The excited pulse in his groin had grown swiftly to an insistent throb, spurred on by a racing heart and he felt his hands lift to stroke the backs of hers in unconscious encouragement. 

“Marren, what are you...” He tried again, but his throat felt dry and he paused to swallow, then felt her shifting on the bed behind him, her cheek and nose pressing into the back of his hair as she inhaled deeply. 

“Shh...  I... I don't know, but, I don't want to stop.”  This time her answer was closer to a soft moan than anything else and the sound made him shudder.   His chest rose and fell with his breathing while her fingers coursed, sliding around the graze in the centre delicately.  “Your body...  it feels so tight and hard, even though you're only my age.  How... how long have you lived like this?”  He felt her breathing in the smell of his hair again as she whispered to him.  His eyes drifted shut as he gave in to what his body was feeling.

“All my life.  This is my life.  It's who I am, I guess.”  His body wanted to relax, to lean back against her.  The feeling of her still-growing chest pressed lightly to his back only added to the building heat he could feel all over.  The light press grew firmer a moment later as her hands gripped him, pulling him back more tightly.

“I like who you are.  You saved all our lives.  Can you tell me what your real name is?”  At the question, he let his head roll back, resting now on her shoulder so he could find her eyes looking down at him.  His lips quirked in a soft smile, though it only lasted a moment as his own breath panted from between his lips.

“Just Satin.  That is my real name.  It's the only name I can ever remember.”  Her eyes were tracing over his face, watching his lips move, until she bent her head towards him.  The taste of her lips against his, a moment later, the feeling of it, made everything else in his mind slow to a halt.  He was kissing her back before he realised, one hand raised to stroke her cheek while the other gripped hers on his chest hard.  He wasn't sure whether it was her moaning or his that hummed through them, probably both.  There as no telling how long passed before they came apart again, both panting for breath.  As his thoughts surfaced again, Satin understood exactly where this was heading, even if she didn't, but he found himself unwilling to let that part of his mind back in.

Instead he turned around on the bed to face her, feeling the cling of her hands on his skin as he did.  He realised the her movement before had been to kneel up on the bed, and she rested in front of him know, knees wide apart to stay level with him and her simple green dress hiked up above her knees to accommodate the arrangement.  There was something far more suggestive about her pose than he'd anticipated and he shuddered a breath.  He began to move in closer to her, but Marren was quicker, sliding in to wrap her arms about his shoulders again and claiming another long, drawn-out kiss.  When they parter she licked her lips in a small, unconscious action, her eyes shining bright against the fierce pink flush that had crept over her face and neck, and down further under the top of her dress.  Her mouth was open as she panted, her chest heaving while her eyes darted over his form.

“I... I feel so hot.  I liked that, liked kissing you.  I like looking at you, and touching you...  it makes me feel like I want to...  I don't know, I just...”  Her hands slipped over his shoulders gain, running down his back and around to his chest, always mindful of his injuries.  Satin let out a soft moan as her fingers dragged over him, the fierce pressure in his groin straining against the fabric holding him back.  Her lips brushed his cheek, then his temple, then his ear and he responded, kissing with a passion at her neck.  Her heard her gasp aloud, her fingers gripping for a moment, and continued, drawing another small cry.

Her body was moving against him, pressed close to his chest now.  He could feel her flexing her knees and hips, unaware of what she was doing while she explored his body with her fingers and lips.  His eyes went wide a moment later, his breath catching as her hands dropped all the way to his hips, along the band of his leggings, then over his groin, feeling the insistent hardness underneath with both hands.  Her fingers stayed there, pressing and gripping as she found his eyes.  A nervous glimmer flashed across her face, but the eager moan that followed was much more potent.

She had advanced on him now to the point that he could feel her knees pressing into the bed either side of his thighs and as she began to fumble almost desperately with the tie on his leggings, he reached up to pull at the laces on the back of her dress.  They came at once, as though she'd barely taken the time to tie them at all, and he tugged, pulling the garment down off her shoulders.  Just as he felt her fingers begin to creep under the band of his pants, she groaned, her hands pulled back by the slipped arms of her dress.  Satin made up for it by leaning in to kiss one of her small breasts as he'd seen others do.  He was rewarded by a tight cry, her voice almost squeaking, and he continued to lick and suck at her nipple softly, bringing one hand around to stroke and fondle her other breast as he did.  Her moans continued until the unconscious rocking of her hips and knees pulled her away. 

As they both paused for a moment, Marren quickly pulled her arms free of the dress, pushing it down to her waist.  He could see the hot flush colouring her skin all the way down to her breast and something about the sight set the remainder of his caution aflame.  His hands gripped her waist and pulled her in tighter, drawing her downward.  Marren let her knees slip wider to allow him, until he could feel the insides of her thighs pressing against his underneath the bunched fabric of her dress.  She pressed forward, hugging him to her in return until he could feel a soft heat pressing roughly against the hardness at his groin.  He grit his teeth, hissing a breath as she moaned again, grinding her hips down against him with unthinking desire.

Her fingers gripped him hard by the shoulders as she leaned into the thrusts of her hips and Satin could feel short, rough finger nails biting into his skin.  He dragged at her waist, pulling with her motions and flexing his own hips towards her as well, his own desperation matching hers now as he lavished lines of hungry kisses down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.  A moment later he felt her body tighten and she gave a small cry, gasping as she arched up away from him, her eyes wide.  Still flushed and panting she looked at him, licking her lips again without realising it.

“Hahh...  I want...  Mmm.. I don't know... something more, I want...” He words came out in short gasps and her eyes dropped from his, returning to where their bodies met.  Satin could only nod his agreement, his mind refusing to form words now.  His hands, still on her hips, reached around further to grab at her rear, griping and squeezing as he fought the need to thrust up at her again.  A battle he soon lost as his hips flexed, bringing another soft moan from his lips.  Marren was smiling wide now, the small gap in her teeth giving her face a mischievous glint.  She kneeled up again, pulling her dress back enough to begin tugging at his pants once more, determined this time.  Satin swallowed, his own nerves washed away by raw desire, and helped her, lifting his hips enough for her to tug the garment roughly down.  It only took a few moments for her fingers to find the source of the throbbing heat in his groin, pulling him free with one hand as her other dragged his leggings down further.  Satin hissed through his teeth, his fingers clenching as he felt the soft skin of her fingers wrap around him, cool against his heat.  Her touch was almost delicate at first, and he managed to glance up to see her face transfixed in nervous fascination.

“This...” she breathed, “I want this...”  He heard his breath coming in small audible gasps as she explored his length gently, fingers sliding over his shaft and up around his head.  She gripped harder a moment later making his breath catch, then let her hand push up and down his length again, sliding the skin with her this time in a way that sent flares of sensation bursting through him.  He couldn't bite back the loud gasp her experiments drew from him as each gentle pump of her fingers made his length pulse fiercely in response.  She paused, leaving him still twitching in her grip, while her other hand reached down, trailing fingertips to the base of his shaft, then below.  A shuddering breath escaped him as she gripped and squeezed with soft touches, fondling, before her attention turned back to his face.

He watched her eyes, his heart thudding so hard it almost hurt. His cheeks were hot and flushed, he could feel it, but Marren was much further gone already.  Her lips were parted, hot breath brushing over his face while her eyes stared, welling somewhere between desire and excited uncertainty.  He felt her hands release him to snake up across his chest again and loop around his neck, her body pressing close against him now.  He was aware of her breasts rubbing against him, but only until she shifted a moment later, shuffling against him and pressing her hips down once more.  Her dress was bunched up between them, but as her knees spread further apart again, he could feel the heat of her groin teasingly near.  He watched her eyes flicker shut as the fabric of her underclothes pressed more firmly against him.  The cloth was damp against his exposed skin, and he could feel the sliding of slick flesh through the fabric, spreading her arousal onto him.  Marren moaned as the rise and fall of her hips dragged her heat back and forth.  He could feel the parting folds of her sex through the wet cloth, rubbing fiercely across his length, and his body responded, drawing repeated thrusts from his hips in time with her.

Satin could feel a hot tension in his body as Marren gasped and moaned above him, her hands gripping his his shoulders and neck roughly.  His own building desire dared him onwards and he scrambled at her dress, fingers pulling it up until he could reach under to grip her rear directly.  He held there, squeezing tight for only a moment before hooking his fingers under the band of her underwear and tugging at it.  Her hips pushed back against his hands, forcing her behind into his fingers and he felt her head drop, burying against his shoulder while her hair blocked his sight.  It was a moment before he realised she was nodding to him, kissing at his neck in between the fervent motions of her head.  He pulled at her underwear again, sliding them down over the curve of her rear before the parting of her legs stopped the action.  Marren groaned in frustration as they realised the problem, then swiftly lifted herself off him.  He felt one hand grip his shoulder more tightly, pressing her weight onto him hard as she reached down, lifting one leg and putting them together just long enough to pull the offending garment free.  She dropped back down, shoving her hips against him more fiercely than before and Satin's eye went wide as he felt the raw, slick heat of her sex pressing against his shaft.  Her body shuddered in his hands and her movements stilled, clutching herself to him tight. 

Her lips were close by his ear now and he could hear the strained catch every breath.  Hungry with need, he twitched his hips again, sliding against her and drawing a quiet cry as her fingers gripped harder to him.  The feel of moving against her scattered any other thought from his mind save the racing waves of pleasure that shot through him with each motion.  Her hips began to move again, but now her actions were smaller and more tightly controlled, each stroke sliding back and forth along his length.  At the base of each cycle he felt her body tense, her breath peaking in short, tight gasps and Satin tried not to grind his teeth.  His breath hissed as he fought the rising tension building in his groin, even as it sent harsh pulses of ecstasy through him with each thrust of their hips.  Marren turned her head enough to kiss his neck, whispering between pants, without slowing her motion.

“Satin...Satin I...  Ahh...  Never felt this...  I'm scarred, Satin... Hahh... but I want... I want...”  She kissed him again, grinding harder against him for a few more breaths, making his body clench tight and his fingers squeeze with a fierce desperation at her rear.  He could feel himself close to an edge he didn't want to cross yet.  When she spoke again he could hear the uncertainty in her gasps, steadily being overpowered by a baser animal need.  “I want...  inside... Hahh, yes... please...”

Her words alone were almost enough to push him over, gasped and pleading by his ear, and Satin didn't need any more encouraging.  He clenched the muscles in his groin tight, feeling his length press up hard against her, and lifted her weight up from him, stilling the motion of her hips.  It was only a small change, but enough to slide him back further than before, until he felt his head pushing against her entrance.  Marren stilled completely, her breath coming in short, fast gasps and Satin could feel her quiver in his arms.  As he began to pull her back onto him he felt her push with him slowly as well, quiet, shaky sounds passing her lips as she did.

He pushed in slowly at first, as gentle as he could restrain himself to, but the sensation quickly began to wash away his caution.  The heat of her passage as he entered her, the way she gripped and squeezed all around him; he felt his body reaching its limit.  The slickness of her arousal coated him but even then, she felt so tight around him.  Marren cried out as loudly as she had yet and he felt her passage clench tight on him, gripping hard in a rough spasm.  It was too much and Satin pressed his hips up hard, pulling with his hands and drawing their hips together completely as his body gave out.  The harsh pulsing of his climax began from his groin and thudded out through the rest of his body, setting his senses alight in a rough and unbridled pleasure that dragged one harsh cry from his throat after another.  He held her tight as he came, vaguely aware of her body convulsing in his grip as he did, his hips thrusting in a fierce, unstable motion in time with the throbbing pulse of release that dominated him.

As the force of his come passed his senses began to return at last and he slowed, but Marren wasn't finished, continuing to buck against him in rough, jerky motions as she cried out.  Eventually she began to subside as well, though he could still feel the tightness of her passage contracting around him every few moments.  She clutched tightly to his body, wrapping her arms about him completely and resting her head down on his shoulder while they regained their breaths.  He could feel her limbs shaking, weak with the effort of kneeling still, and as he felt himself slide, spent,  from her body he lay backwards, pulling her down to lie alongside him more comfortably.  His own muscles felt weak and drained as well, and he could feel a burning across his back that told him it had started bleeding again but, for now, he didn't care.  Marren snuggled in closer to him, kicking her dress off the rest of the way and pulling the bed sheet over both of them with a sigh.

“Satin...  Stay with me...”  Her voice was quiet and relaxed, almost dreamlike.  He felt as tired as she sounded and kissed her hair as he held her, letting his eyes close rather than answer.

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