Engulf

AN: This is my first story on this site and the couple is probably a little unfamiliar, but enjoy nonetheless, and please review!

: ENGULF PART I :

The evening was frosty outside, but inside the guest-filled building were blazing fires and burning candles, with talk dramatically dull in comparison. I was standing beside one of the orange fires, chatting thoughtlessly with the man beside me. All around us were tables and chairs, floor plants and hallways leading to doorways leading to who knows what.

I traced my finger indolently along my wine glass rim, staring into the deep mulberry pool. Chandelier lights gleamed off the satiny surface and glistened on the fine crystal goblet I held. Surrounded by so many ornate, exquisite things, I felt strangely out of place, as well as strangely in place.

A voice beckoned me; at first I thought from my head, but from my left a person approached. He apparently had something of entertainment to say, but it didn’t help him that I had no interest in his subject whatsoever. Still, I played along, chasing dreams in my reverie and tuning out the room around me. Where I was, I did not know.

Cellos pulsed and violins hummed as the lounge band struck up some background music, having returned from their break. My amuser finally departed so that I was left alone. I sipped the wine demurely from the glass, its piquant taste blurring my senses. An orotund voice sailed out from the stage, soothing guests.

This lavish splendor, with its shimmering lights and debonair visitors, made me feel ill. I tipped the rest of the oxblood poison down my throat, most likely the cause of my ail, and set the crystalline piece down on the spotless, flawless white tablecloth. I came to enjoy myself, but found the whole assembly to be far from diverting.

The beige carpet slid under my boots as I walked to the hallway nearest me. I knew my way around well enough to find the restroom, but the door stopped me, appearing to be locked. My hopes of relieving some of this nausea with pills and medication shattered before me and I slumped against the wall with a sigh. Tonight would be long.

Following my intuition, I ended up in a room, well, more like area, where there was a low sofa, several jungle-like plants, and bookshelves. The smoker’s area: isolated, quiet, near desolate. A few men chatted by the bookshelves, but I smiled to myself when my eyes fell upon a woman who looked nearly as bored as I.

She wore an elegant black dress with midnight blue trim, and it looked to be made of pure silk from where I was. Decorated with steely silvers and platinum, she was no doubt in the right place. So why didn’t she show it? The woman appeared young, but the half empty vodka glass by her feet proved me wrong. Her eyes, as blue as the lapis lazuli around her neck, were glazed over with boredom and abandonment.

I approached and took a seat next to her. “Good evening,” I started, and the girl stared blankly across the room. I opened my mouth to say something else just as she turned to me, slightly surprised.

“Oh, Colonel…!” She turned to me with waking surprise, her carnation pink lips rising to a smile. She blinked slowly and looked at the floor. “I…wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Her voice, word composition, and sentence content told me she was somewhere near drunk.

“My, why ever not?” I gazed across the floors with her, this stranger. “This is where I belong.” I half-doubted my words blatantly right then.

The girl laughed with a slur and tilted her head, flicking her eyes to meet mine. “Tear.”

I would’ve replied with a “nice to meet you,” but she flung one of her lithe legs in front of me, letting the sable gown slide to her knee. She made it clear she was about to lay along the sofa, so I hastened to get up out of her way. Tear lied herself on the sofa like a lounging cat, hooking me with her devious blue orbs.

Her graceful hand slipped down to her drink, and she quickly consumed the remaining water-like liquid. “I’ve never been to one of these parties before,” the minx continued, a rivulet of her tawny brown hair escaping from behind her ear. “It’s not so bad.”

“I think it’s boring, personally,” I returned, turning my half-aware gaze back among the stiff, grave audience. This elicited a small, errant laugh from the girl, her hand covering her mouth in attempt to hide it. Her laugh was as melodic as a song, and her smile could charm the hardest of men.

“I can’t help but agree,” she finally admitted, denying her first opinion. She sat up, but I stayed standing before her, my hands hidden in my pockets. “This place could use some action.” Her smile vanished and was replaced with a disgusted half-frown half-smirk at her surroundings, as if the atmosphere was harrowing in itself. I shifted my weight to the other foot.

“Hm, and what might you have in mind?” I chimed, to which the bosomy girl pondered. Her brow furrowed until a look of shock, denial, and embarrassment came to her visage at once. She blushed deeply and turned away, her eyes wide, until they closed and she sighed. Her breath was short.

“Oh, well uhm…” The limber girl tried to formulate a response, but her voice escaped her and she pressed a hand to her chest. Looking at me with smoldering eyes, a twisted sleeve alighted from her shoulder in her ordeal of short breathing. “I…I don’t know…”

“Is that so?” I cajoled, pacing slowly to the side. “Surely a bright girl like you has some ideas to liven this old place up. It shouldn’t be so hard.” My taunting must’ve been more effective than I anticipated. Her eyes grew lustrous and dark, filled with passion and her breathing became labored through her roseate lips.

Tear regained control and ran her slim fingers through her hair, tousling it to perfection. Exhaling sharply, she stung me with a pronounced look through her cocoa fringe. “Colonel, don’t talk that way to a lady,” she advised, smiling slyly. I returned the look and came dangerously close to her face.

“Well, little lady, perhaps if you didn’t invoke such conversation, there would be no need. And shame on you for interpreting my words in such a vulgar manner.” I started to move back but her stubborn hand grasped my caramel hair and pulled me back to where I was.

“I didn’t want to have to tell you this,” she whispered, alcoholic tinting her breath. She closed her ultramarine pools and her free hand entwined with one of mine. “But there’s just something about you…” I attempted to pull away, but the girl was fierce and determined.

Tear drove her hips against mine and moaned at her own actions. “That makes me so…impassioned.” Her choice of words surprised me, and I had not known this girl much longer than a day. To know that she felt “impassioned” about me made me nervous and astonished.

The woman pulled me atop her on the sofa and gazed at me pleadingly with hopeful eyes. “Will you…” She kissed me tenderly, seizing my lips as her own and running her willowy fingers through my hair. I felt her drape her leg across my back, kneading her other against my midsection. “Take me?”

Engulf Part II

The bedroom was red themed and the candlelight was poor, but I hardly had time to look around. Tear ruthlessly wrapped her arms around my shoulder and back, digging her fingernails into my coat, sinking her tongue between my lips. I had no choice but to receive, my own hands placed calmly at the maiden’s waist. Her moans were lustful and clear, filled with longing, need, desire.

She fell back onto the bed, her hair scattering all around her in a disheveled mess. Her eyes were lit and alive with the bittersweet hue of the room, and her flush was like a flower upon her cheeks. Her dexterous fingers were entangled with her ginger-looking locks, and her right sleeve weighed down the top of her dress, exposing a portion of her buxom shape.

I climbed on top of her and gently pressed my lips against hers. I could tell her was surprised by my patience and calmness by the way her breath caught, and then slowed down. Keeping the kiss engaged, I carefully removed her ensemble of jewelry, setting it in an organized pile on the nightstand.

We simultaneously kicked our shoes off, and she started on my coat, but I stopped her. Taking her fragile wrists in my hands, I pinned her hands above her head, bringing my kiss down to her soft neck. She gasped with some form of alarmed delight and she pressured her knees against my waist.

I traced my tongue cautiously down her neck and along her collarbone, savoring the taste of her young, perfumed skin. She freed one of her hands to again grasp my hair as a child would, but more in this case as a woman would. “Colonel,” she whined with imploring want, thrusting her chest at me desperately in her yearn. She arched her back further and my hand slid to the small of her back, the other bringing her captured hand closer.

Tear pushed herself down far enough to have our lips meet again, and she drew my hesitant tongue into her warm mouth. It appeared to me that she wanted me to dominate her despite my own wishes, so I allowed her impatience to prevail, releasing her hand.

She swiftly undid the belt and struggled with the coat buttons, growing so rushed and fervid that she eventually tore the fabric like paper. It was discarded within a second and her hands busied themselves with my shirt, which complied with much more ease. With the hold released, she left my shirt open and on as I located the zipper on the back of her dress.

Unlike her, I actually understood the value of Tear’s belongings and clothes, so with as much moderate-paced care as I could muster, I unzipped her dress and flossed it gingerly off her sylphlike body. She wore no brassiere with her evening gown, but only a pair of black lingerie panties selected, I was certain, for the occasion. My curiosity got the best of me as my hand strayed toward her exposed breasts, but I was interrupted as the livewire girl whipped my shirt off within a flash.

I looked down at her, her eyes no longer dazed and misty with mindless lust, but now intensified with resolute love and the task at hand. Touching the side of my face, she smiled with, for the first time, happiness, and gently kissed me.

My pants were soon rid of and we found our way beneath the covers of the bed. I stared at her with concern and she locked her arms around my neck in a blissful embrace. “How far do you want to go?” I asked.

Smiling broadly, Tear shook her head and closed her eyes. “As far as you can take me.”

Engulf Part III

Tear’s body was hot against mine, her sweat smelling of her perfume. My hands found their way to her well-developed breasts, kneading them forcefully enough to make her gasp in ecstasy. Her fleet fingers entwined themselves with the strands of my hair, and I sunk further against her, slipping my tongue past her roseate lips. She sucked desperately on my tongue and mouth, writhing her body to a more comfortable position. I felt her fingernails scrape the back of my scalp, but paid it no mind. I knew she was getting what she wanted.

“Oh, Colonel,” she cried adamantly once the kiss was released. My fingers brushed the inside of her wet thigh, making her thrust her waist towards me. “D-don’t tease me,” the girl pleaded, looking at the ceiling with her starry blue eyes. Her face was flushed with passion and craving, her fawn brown bangs sticking to her forehead dappled with sweat.

I said nothing and the girl dragged her nails down my neck and shoulders, across my back. It was apparent I was torturing her, keeping what she wanted at such a far distance. Through her heavy breathing, she leaned up and caught me in a fervid kiss, her sleek tongue gliding against every portion of my mouth. I was pulled closer as she locked her arms around my neck again, and my hands pushed her legs apart at the waist, opening her to me. Her anticipation grew with the ferocity of her kiss, and I ran a fingertip against the folds of her heated opening.

The kiss broke and she let out a cry of rapture, shaking her head as I withdrew my hand. “No, no…” she trailed off, reaching one of her hands beneath the covers to lead mine to her target of want. “Please, I….” Tear was further drunk that I had expected, her breath not only labored, but also uneven. I was worried about going too far with someone so delirious.

“Tear, are you sure you can handle this?” I asked merely with concern, but her polluted mine interpreted it for a dangerous warning and a challenge.

Grinning at my unrealistic dare, the woman licked her lips and blinked at me. “I can handle it, Colonel. I can handle whatever you give me, as long as you give it to me good.” A woman, or girl, this age, I thought, shouldn’t be so exposed to dirty, vulgar language such as this; nor something as dangerous as straight vodka. She was brining it on herself though.

My fingers pushed through her damp pussy without further warning, eliciting yet another of her salacious half-screams. I expertly pulled the walls apart, reaching further with such calmness one would think I did this for a living. She gasped inwardly as I located her focus of pleasure, fingering it with reluctant care that nearly made the girl cry from desire.

“Colonel! Please!” I heard her prompt beseechingly, grasping at my shoulders and hair roughly. I pressed against her internal point of need, working it to evoke small, rhythmic pants from the girl. Her body moved in conjunction with my strokes as I felt her become wetter and tighter. I managed to make out commands from between her gasps of bliss, rubbing her harder and faster as she demanded.

The walls of her opening clenched against my invading digits, and I felt a stream of her fluids leak onto my hand. She groaned loudly and raised her hips, letting herself release. I held my own need in check, but she was going to have to be fast if I was to finish the job.

I brought my fingers up to her lips, allowing her a taste of herself, which she savored. Quickly rising to my knees on the bed, I watched Tear also lever herself up, her face even with my waist. She looked at me briefly, a look that was somewhat blank and tired but also happy; I couldn’t interpret her exact intent. Her smooth fingers grasped the length of my neglected member, wrapping themselves around the shaft securely.

I made no sound as her hot tongue pressured the head of the organ, making small circles around the tip in curiosity. Tear moved her hand to another position and ran her mouth against the shaft, closing her eyes and licking it with wonder. It had never occurred to me that Tear might’ve been a virgin, seeing how she handled the task with not only skill but also a sense of discovery. I was still questioning her age but I would have to find out myself.

She engulfed my cock into her mouth without any more hesitation, making me shudder slightly. Her tongue swirled around the shape and I could hear her whimper slightly as I pulled her face closer, pushing more of myself into the searing well of her mouth. The girl sucked hard with yearning fortitude, taking my fluids into her throat and swallowing them patiently.

I stopped her by pulling back and she gasped in surprise, lying back down on the bed. Having myself coated well enough with her saliva, I moved over her again and parted her legs, making her shiver with anticipation. Finding the opening of her moist skin, I plunged my fingers into her again, covering them with the sticky mass of her secretions.

I found the smell to be peculiar though and, keeping her from looking, I glanced down at my fingers. They were drenched in her blood, proving that she had been a virgin before tonight. I didn’t know if she was the type to grow faint at the sight of blood, so I kept this to myself. She had done a good job of not showing her pain, after all.

I sealed her lips with mine to silence her cries and positioned myself at her entrance. Her breath hitched and she gripped my shoulders with a quiver of fear, masking it with her interest in my kiss. I waited a second before sinking into her, making her whole body tense up.

My attempt to keep her quiet failed as she broke the kiss and cried out, turning her head to the side while getting used to the intruding object within her. I eased her with soothing words and trailed my lips against her soft face, looking closely to see teardrops forming in her eyes. Her eyes squeezed shut as I drew out minimally, feeling the sensations course through my nerves.

“Colonel,” she sighed with a whisper of a moan, her searching fingers tangling themselves with my hair again. “Please, oh…I…” Tear was so vague with her fragments that I didn’t know what to make of her requests, but I knew that if she wanted me to stop, she would let me know.

I held her down by her shoulders and drove myself into her again, slowly, bringing more aching cries from the girl. Tear’s craving was overwhelming and the beginner tried to pull from me, only to slam herself back against me. I hit something in her that made her scream painfully and also delightfully.

Since she had located this area of sensitive nerves on her own, I did her the favor of thrusting myself against it repeatedly. My motions drew loud, pleading moans from her, her brow bent in distress over her closed eyes. I felt my own breath begin to shorten, sweat appearing on both of our bodies in great amounts.

Tear was unrestrained and frenzied by this point and I knew she was close to a second climax. The heat between our bodies continued to build as we breathed and rocked in perfect synchronization, the force I pressed on her coming in fast, long, deep strokes. “Colonel…!” she shouted in desperation, to which I could not reply to.

I felt I could release at the sound of her voice, but I held my own in order to bring forth her release before me. I plunged into her harder and deeper, and her body gave out in exhaustion, moving only as I moved her. Her plump breasts jumped up and down on her body with each of my thrusts, goading me further.

“Aaah, Jade!” she screamed in her climax, and I felt the wetness of her fluids seep onto me. I stopped for a moment upon hearing my first name, but my body chose to release anyway, ejaculating my semen into her pussy eagerly. I continued my motions to bring out every jet of sperm needed for her, until I felt empty.

Her breathing was fast and very tired as I collapsed on top of her, my member still residing in her well. Her folds seemed to clench over my spent cock, massaging it gently. Once again, my breath matched hers as we basked in the aftermath of a single evening together.

Pulling out, I lowered my mouth to one of her still-erect nipples, a ruddy pink both in and out of the light. My tongue danced across the hardened surface, making her gasp in enjoyment. Her other nipple was treated to my fingers carefully pulling, twisting, and working it ever harder. Taking the left nub in my mouth, I sucked it gingerly, kneading it with my lips and tongue.

“J-Jade…” she whispered, running her fingers through my golden locks again. She seemed adamant on using my informal name, so I didn’t correct her. I lifted my head and dragged my tongue across her chest and up to her neck. Was she calling me Jade now…because she was no longer drunk?

Her intoxicated giggle corrected me on that last thought and I brought myself up to her face again. Kissing her slowly and adoringly, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, dominating her as she’d wanted me to all along. She hummed in bliss, the vibrations sending sensations through my mouth.

“You’re so beautiful, Tear,” I whispered in her ear after taking a look at her rosy, sweat-drenched visage with dreamy memories still in her eyes.

A few minutes later, I rose from her and left the warmth of the bed covers. I located my clothes, torn or not, and dressed in silence. When I turned around, I saw Tear, the girl who had engulfed me with no more than a simple conversation, sitting up in bed.

I handed her the midnight blue dress she’d worn, and she took it from me with a coy smile. “Thank you… Colonel,” she said shyly, looking at the floor as she hugged the garment to her chest.

I gave her a warm smile and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You’re a very pretty girl, Tear.” My comment actually brought a blush to her face, but she was grinning nonetheless. “By the way-” I started, but she cut me off, placing her fingertip on my lips.

With a final kiss, Tear gave me a strange look, still beaming. “I’m seventeen.”

~ Fin