In Which Steff Gets Something Off Her Chest
Slow-dancing in the water with Steff was just like a dream… only, instead of having people walking on my face and calling me filth, I was slow-dancing in the water with Steff.
Seriously, though, the place might as well have laid an enchantment on us. The green light shimmering on the walls, the soft sound of the string music, the enchanted-garden-style trappings which surrounded the pool… it was an amazing experience. Even when it began to rain, the sound of the big fat drops spattering against the ceiling and the sight of water streaming down the outer wall only enhanced it.
I discovered there had, in fact, been a very good reason for having misgivings about getting into the pool… it meant that sooner or later I had to get out of it. The water had seemed to go from chilly to comfortable to actually sort of pleasant, but every time we circled towards the shallows and more of my skin ended up exposed to the air, I got a vivid reminder of what was waiting for me when we climbed out of the pool.
It was very distracting when I was trying to focus on the feel of Steff in my arms, the look in her eyes, the sweet promise of her seemingly unshakable erection…
“Mack, honey, I don’t mean to be a party pooper,” she said. “Or to mention the word ‘poop’ when I plan on convincing you to let me do things to your butt later tonight… but we can’t stay in here forever.”
“I know,” I said. “And you do know that my butt hasn’t actually done anything but get sat on for almost a decade, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll call the maid up to sweep out the cobwebs first,” Steff said. I stuck out my tongue at her, and she leaned forward. I thought she was coming in for a kiss, but she bit it instead. I yelped and jumped backwards, not counting on how the water magnified the motion.
All intellectual awareness of the actual depth of the pool and my probable immunity to drowning flew out the window when my mouth slipped beneath the surface and my feet hadn’t touched bottom. I screamed, swallowing a big mouthful of pool in the process.
My thrashing probably prolonged my panic, in hindsight. My feet never did touch the bottom, but the back of my brain… the only part that seemed to be working… was sure that if I stopped kicking and flailing around, I’d go under for good.
I was only peripherally aware of Steff’s voice and her presence nearby. I heard her shriek a few times as my hands slapped the surface of the water, and then her fingers were hooked on the waistband of my panties and she pulled me until I stubbed my toe on the bottom. I howled in pain, in between hyperventilating.
“Well, I guess they’ll probably be able to fix that along with whatever else you’ve broken,” Steff said, looking at the divot I’d gouged out of the bottom of the pool while she held me. “And whatever else you break before the night is through.”
“Yeah, well… thanks for the rescue,” I said, shaking in her arms.
“Honey, it is only five feet deep,” she said. “And hey, now we know you can swim!”
“Yeah, well, you’ll never catch me going into a pool again,” I. said.
“Oh, you just need more practice,” Steff said. “And that whole thrashing around thing is dead sexy… emphasis on ‘dead’, and also on ‘sexy’.”
I sighed.
“Steff, you can be really sweet and really kind… and you know how to make me really excited, too… but then you go and say something like that,” I said. “And I do my best to just try to ignore it…”
“You don’t have to,” she said. “I’m not saying it just to try to shock you… I mean, honestly, your flustered little reactions are pretty hot, too… but mainly I’m just saying what I’m thinking at the moment. Stuff turns me on. I’m nineteen years old, I’ve been a social outcast most of my life, and I’m half elven on top of that. It’s only natural that stuff would turn me on.”
“What’s your elven side have to do with it?” I asked.
“You do know elves are about the horniest creatures in creation, right?” she asked. “They had to invent butt sex just to avoid overrunning the world… which, honestly, is almost enough of a contribution to civilization to make up for their general ass-iness.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think most elves are attracted to death,” I said.
“No? You do know that the elven suicide rate for the last millennium is like sixty or seventy percent?” she said. “Some elves even speak at their own funerals.”
“Sexually attracted, I mean,” I said.
“Maybe I’m just more in touch and honest with myself than most elves,” she said. “Anyway, I guess you’ve had enough of the pool for one night.”
“Yeah.”
“Let me get you a towel,” she said. She went over to the side where I’d left a few of them, climbed out and brought one of them over to the shallow end. I swam-walked over, staying low until I got to the edge, where Steff covered me with the towel’s enveloping warmth as I rose. I added my enhancement spell to the towel without even thinking about it.
“What do you want to do next?” Steff asked. “Warm up in a bubble bath?”
“I think I’ve had enough water for now,” I said.
“Bed?”
“Let’s go back out to the fire for a bit,” I said.
“You know… the bedroom also has a fireplace,” Steff said, shuffling her feet a little.
She had her face down towards the floor, but her eyes were turned up towards me, full of the fragile longing that made Steff Steff. Whether we curled up in bed or in front of the fire, it would probably lead to the same place in the end… that probably being a place in my end… but the bedroom sent a definite message.
Also, since there was no way I felt like stretching out on that ghoulish rug, the bed would be a lot more comfortable.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
That was definitely no pun intended, but the look on Steff’s face… well, it honestly humbled me. It staggered me, in fact… that with four little words, I could give that much validation to another person… a person who had as many problems in her life as Steff did…
It was too much. It was more than I knew what to do with, honestly.
Luckily, Steff had a pretty good idea. She took me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom.
“Wow, what did that door do to you?” Steff asked, seeing how one side of the far door jamb was broken off and hanging loose.
“It got in my way,” I said.
“I left the door open.”
“‘My way’ is wider than you’d think,” I said.
“Well, we’re alone up here,” she said. “I guess we don’t have to worry about closing it.”
I sat down on the bed, hugging the towel around myself while she got the fireplace going, then adjusted the lights and the music. I waited until she was on the bed with me before I dived for the covers. Steff was at the head of the bed in a flash, grabbing the top of the bedspread from me.
“Trying to hide from me?” she asked with a grin.
“Never,” I said. “Just want to warm up.”
“You should start by getting out of those drippy things,” she said. “No sense making a big wet spot on the sheets… yet.”
I blushed and turned around to peel off my fishnets and panties. I turned back around to find Steff under the covers. Her own panties and her bra were hanging on the night table. She had the blanket up to her chin.
“Steff, seeing you naked… it’s not going to change things for me,” I said. “Nothing’s going to change how I see you.”
“You say that… and it means a lot that you do, really… but… it’s like you and five feet of water,” she said. “My brain hears your words, but my heart says it’s an unacceptable risk… or maybe it’s the other way around. I don’t know.”
“Are you naked when you’re with Viktor or Amaranth?” I asked.
“Yeah, but they’re different,” she said.
“What, you think I’m shallow compared to them?”
“Amy doesn’t really see people the way we do… and I mean that literally. She tried to explain it to me, but it didn’t make a lot of sense. And Viktor? I could have a ten inch dick and be shotputting dwarves and I’d still be effeminate to him.”
“Steff, you’re a girl,” I said. “You’re not just a girl, you’re my girlfriend. I’m not going to ask you to show me your chest… I’m not planning on staring at it all night, anyway… but you don’t have to worry that every glimpse of your bare body is going to do anything but drive me a little more wild.”
“Only a little?”
“Only because you’ve driven me pretty wild to begin with,” I said. I slipped into bed with her. She put a hand on my breast, and I yelped… it was cold.
“Sorry,” she said.
“What the fuck, you usually feel hot,” I said.
“We did just get out of a pool, not too long ago,” she said. “Let’s just lay here a minute and warm up before we try anything else.”
“Okay,” I said.
We spread out a bit from each other. It was a massive bed, as Steff had reported on her trek through the suite. I wasn’t sure what you called a bed that was larger than king sized… I wasn’t actually sure if that was a real size itself, as it seemed like the largest I’d ever seen or heard of was queen sized. If there was an emperor sized bed, though, we were in it. We probably could have played hide and seek in it.
The next time she put her hands on me, the touch was a lot more tentative… but I was starting to feel toasty and she was pretty warm herself. We came together, hands running over each other. I found her dick. Face to face, with her make-up utterly untouched by our stint in the pool, there was no mistaking her essential womanhood… but there was no mistaking the hardness in my hand, either.
“I love you, Steff,” I whispered.
“I love you, Mack,” she whispered back. She put her head next to mine and whispered some more. “Whore. Bitch.”
My hand convulsed on her shaft as a shiver of purest pleasure ran down my spine. Her voice… and it was so much more potent, so much better to have the tender declaration of love made to my face and then the beautiful abuse slipped into my ear. It was a sweet paradox, like her feminine face and the comforting weight of her dick in my hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” she purred her hand tickling the small of my back. “You like it, because you know it’s true, you know you’re a little slut.”
“Please, Steff, please… call me…”
“Cunt,” she said, her voice full of liquid velvet and steel. She poured the magic in my ears and it ran down through my nerves all the way to my toes. “Fucking little cunt.”
She kept whispering as I writhed against her, and only stopped when my mouth found hers and engaged her tongue in other activities. A couple times, her dick brushed up against my pussy, but I barely had time to notice before she distracted me. She bit my tongue again, and my lip, and then she was biting my neck.
It was nothing like the frenzied faux feeding of Feejee and Iona, but it had as much in common with their kind of attention as it did with Amaranth’s nibbles on my rear. Steff was hungry, and at the moment I was what she needed to sustain her.
Her head slipped beneath the covers, and she was biting at my chest, hard. I cried out, more in pain than pleasure… though the pleasure was there, too… and she seemed to be sated by that. She slowed her attack, became more gentle, and then she was kissing and sucking as much as she was biting.
We ended up in a gentle embrace, simply holding each other and looking once more into each other’s eyes.
Amaranth could look at a person and see what they wanted… sexually, anyway. I could look into Steff’s eyes and see myself reflected inside of them. I wondered what she saw in mine.
I realized there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
“Steff… are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m wonderful.”
“You look like you’re ready to cry,” I said.
“I… I’m just thinking about something.”
“What?”
“I… I have something to say, and I don’t want you to think I’m wussing out here,” she said.
“You’re having second thoughts about the Mercy meal?” I asked, not quite surprised to hear the hopeful note in my own voice. If Steff didn’t want to eat it, I wouldn’t have to.
“Oh, um… not really, no. It’s just, I’ve always talked about, you know, tearing you open and absolutely destroying you for our first time… but…”
“But?” I prompted.
“I kind of just want to make love to you,” she said. “Sort of… more gently than normal, I mean. If that’s alright.”
I giggled.
“What?” she asked.
“If that’s alright? Steff, you know I’m scared half to death of what you want to do to me,” I said. Her dick was rubbing against my thigh, and I felt it jump like it had received an electric shock as I said this. “I would let you do it… I’d let you do just about anything…”
“Don’t say that,” she said quietly, and she sounded almost as scared as I was.
“I said ‘just about’. I may not be all experienced like you, but I’m not completely naive. I know you’re into things I’d never accept,” I said. “I’ll be honest… it excites me how much you can frighten me, and it frightens me how much that excites me… but I’m not here because you scare me, Steff. I’m here because I love you.”
“So… is that a yes, then?”
“Yes, Steff… yes.”
Putting aside the whole “Steff’s a girl” thing, and the extremity of her sadism, Steff at times reminds me of myself. Because like her, I have spent so much time being told or telling myself “no” that I just can’t seem to actually take “yes” for an answer.
That was really sweet ;-;