Other Gifts: Dark Countess, Christmas 2015 -- Third Base Achieved
Okay, time for some Christmas presents for some of the other people in my life. This one is for a pal of mine over on FanFiction.net, whose username is Thedarkcountess1993. She's a fan of most of my Valice work, especially the Forgotten Vows Verse and Secundus. And when I asked if she'd like anything for Christmas back in 2015 -- well, she requested the scenario you see below. Which I was only too happy to write, as it lined up beautifully with my own interests. I've always imagined these two has having a slightly-unusual and very interesting sex life, and this seems the perfect way to start things off!
Victor still wasn't entirely sure he believed this was happening.
Oh, his senses were all telling him that it was. He could see Alice leaning over him, hear the heavy breaths she was taking, smell the sweat clinging to her skin and hair, taste her lips as they collided with his, and feel – well, feel her hands undoing his trousers and reaching into his pants. It was that, in fact, which was making him wonder if he hadn't fallen asleep and was having an intense dream. The touch of her fingers against his – his manhood was warm and inviting, but. . .could she really. . . . "Y-you're sure?" he whispered as her mouth left his.
She smiled down at him – a dark, sharp smile that he was half-certain he gave to the things she hunted right before she ended their lives. "I'm sure," she said, all confidence. "It's not like you're taking all of my innocence."
Victor was ready to argue that she was the one taking his, but then those fingers fluttered against his shaft and it suddenly became incredibly hard to think. Alice's smile widened. "Oh, I am glad the maid and housekeeper took the same day off this week. . . ."
The hand began stroking, a steady rhythm up and down, up and down, and while Victor had indulged in fantasies about this very scenario in the darkest part of the night upon his couch, his imagination was proving entirely inadequate to how good it really felt. He groaned, flopping back against Alice's pillows as his cock seemed to pull all the tension out of his muscles, growing harder and harder with each stroke. He wondered if he should try to sit up and reciprocate – surely it was the polite thing to do – but he couldn't seem to find the energy.
And besides, Alice seemed quite pleased with how things were progressing, if the way her eyes were glittering was any indication. "I think I like you like this," she husked. "Totally helpless."
Victor playfully reached up and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Not totally."
She grinned, leaned down to kiss him again – then abruptly seized both his wrists in her free hand and pinioned them above his head as best she could. "Nope – totally," she informed him, sliding her other hand down to fondle his balls.
"Gunchk!" Oh God, the firmness of her grip, holding his arms like iron – it was satisfying urges within him he hadn't even known about until now. And her other hand was relentless in its stimulation, pumping and pumping and he could feel himself leaking, his cock eager for more. . .his hips began to jerk upward in time with her hand, and he could tell he was coming close. . . . "I – I'm – oh God, please Alice, please. . . ."
For one moment, her hand paused, and he thought she might deny him. But then her lips crushed against his, and her fingers fluttered and ever-so-gently squeezed and – and – and his brain decided it wasn't really needed for this and went quiet, allowing the joyous burning along his nerves to fill him completely.
Eventually it subsided, and his thoughts slowly slunk back in. Victor sucked in a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as Alice released his hands and gently stroked his mussed hair.
Marty was never going to believe this.
Oh, his senses were all telling him that it was. He could see Alice leaning over him, hear the heavy breaths she was taking, smell the sweat clinging to her skin and hair, taste her lips as they collided with his, and feel – well, feel her hands undoing his trousers and reaching into his pants. It was that, in fact, which was making him wonder if he hadn't fallen asleep and was having an intense dream. The touch of her fingers against his – his manhood was warm and inviting, but. . .could she really. . . . "Y-you're sure?" he whispered as her mouth left his.
She smiled down at him – a dark, sharp smile that he was half-certain he gave to the things she hunted right before she ended their lives. "I'm sure," she said, all confidence. "It's not like you're taking all of my innocence."
Victor was ready to argue that she was the one taking his, but then those fingers fluttered against his shaft and it suddenly became incredibly hard to think. Alice's smile widened. "Oh, I am glad the maid and housekeeper took the same day off this week. . . ."
The hand began stroking, a steady rhythm up and down, up and down, and while Victor had indulged in fantasies about this very scenario in the darkest part of the night upon his couch, his imagination was proving entirely inadequate to how good it really felt. He groaned, flopping back against Alice's pillows as his cock seemed to pull all the tension out of his muscles, growing harder and harder with each stroke. He wondered if he should try to sit up and reciprocate – surely it was the polite thing to do – but he couldn't seem to find the energy.
And besides, Alice seemed quite pleased with how things were progressing, if the way her eyes were glittering was any indication. "I think I like you like this," she husked. "Totally helpless."
Victor playfully reached up and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Not totally."
She grinned, leaned down to kiss him again – then abruptly seized both his wrists in her free hand and pinioned them above his head as best she could. "Nope – totally," she informed him, sliding her other hand down to fondle his balls.
"Gunchk!" Oh God, the firmness of her grip, holding his arms like iron – it was satisfying urges within him he hadn't even known about until now. And her other hand was relentless in its stimulation, pumping and pumping and he could feel himself leaking, his cock eager for more. . .his hips began to jerk upward in time with her hand, and he could tell he was coming close. . . . "I – I'm – oh God, please Alice, please. . . ."
For one moment, her hand paused, and he thought she might deny him. But then her lips crushed against his, and her fingers fluttered and ever-so-gently squeezed and – and – and his brain decided it wasn't really needed for this and went quiet, allowing the joyous burning along his nerves to fill him completely.
Eventually it subsided, and his thoughts slowly slunk back in. Victor sucked in a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as Alice released his hands and gently stroked his mussed hair.
Marty was never going to believe this.