In Over His Head Ch. 04

In one quick motion, without even leaving the confines of the sheet, she flipped the chair back, laying him on his back loosening the rope so Edovan's wrists wouldn't be crushed underneath. "Of course..." she purred. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled from under the sheet, then over the chair, until she was towering over him, her hungry, wet pussy practically dripping onto him as she straddled his body. She eased down backward and pressed her crotch against his knee. She ground her hips downward and slid down his leg, her pussy lips parting to expose her clitoris. "Mmm..." she moaned softly. Even through the sheet, when she touched him, it was sweet fire, and the sheet added an entirely different sensation than she was used to- a bit rougher, far more than flesh, but definitely not unpleasant. She slid a finger into the top of her dress and pulled it down the rest of the way, her nipples and breasts screaming to be free. They swung heavily above his head, moving with her. She rode his leg up and down, soaking the sheet with her juices. "Play with them," she demanded between soft moans. And knowing he had no free hands he could offer, well... that left only his mouth.

Edovan swallowed, as she lowered herself just enough for her breasts to rest on his face and chest. She moved this way and that, letting her nipples graze across his mouth. He parted his lips, trying to catch them as they swung by. Well this was a different form of torture. Instead of teasing him silly and begging for him to want it, this one begged and teased until he wanted it, then denied him.

Mavka grinned to herself, watching him struggle to have just a taste. She felt bad for him almost, but that gold was so close she could already feel the weight of it in her purse. And she wanted it more than he wanted her breasts, she was sure of it. Even so, she lowered herself just enough, and cried out in delight as he bit down- hard- on a nipple. Probably harder than he'd intended, but she didn't mind. "Ah... such a hunger..." she teased, pressing herself down further, her breast piling onto his face. "They really did a number on you."

Edovan flicked his tongue on the nipple that was bound between his teeth, moving purely on instinct now. She wanted to tease him, well he wouldn't let her go. Even as his face was shrouded in darkness as her breasts smothered him, he wouldn't let go. Even as his erection grew, and he knew she could feel it through the thin sheet, he wouldn't let go. He pulled and sucked and flicked, working his tongue like never before. It was a few moments before she pulled away and yanked her nipple from between his teeth, and it must have hurt. But she didn't complain, no, in fact she adjusted herself and swung the other breast toward his mouth, pushing her nipple between his lips. She liked it rough.

She was running out of time, however, and couldn't afford to indulge in her penchant for nipple play, no matter how surprisingly good he was at it. After a moment she pulled up again, away from his mouth, grabbing at her own breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingertips. "Did you like that?" she purred.

Edovan nodded.

"There will be time for that later," she assured him, looking down at him as she played with herself for a few spare moments. She reached down and grabbed the sheet bunched around his chin and pulled it up over his head and down his back, draping him completely, and moved forward, this time turning her body all the way around, so that she was facing his legs, and and without so much as a warning, she dropped herself down onto his face, her wet, warm pussy engulfing him from chin to forehead.

It was a strange feeling through the sheet, which at first was cool and dry, but quickly became hot and wet, and then dripping as she soaked it. He panicked at first. Mavka was huge. If she had the same appetites as Bernadette she wouldn't have to struggle. She would easily gulp him down, head... shoulders... who knows what else... but this felt different. Her thick slippery labia were spread open across his entire face, his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin all buried in her darkness, but she didn't press down over him as he expected. Instead, he could feel her opening. Her inner walls receding, widening, the pathway to her hidden depths dilating with each gentle squeeze and undulation.

This wasn't an insatiable hunger there pressing down to consume him, this was a different hunger, a yawning one that beckoned him forward into her, that called out for him to explore, to open wide and please her with his mouth.

Mavka moaned softly, feeling his chin press against her clit, his nose and mouth sliding between the outer labia and inside. He was learning fast- his tongue came out of his mouth and plunged into her, moving and darting around, pressing the sheet against her insides. "Ah...!" she moaned again. She knew he was a virgin, that was not a question, but there was something more. Something intrinsic propelled him forward, something deep down, something dark and hungry, guided him. Something that she was unsure he was even aware of himself. She would get to the bottom of it... sooner or later. But now she had a bet to win, and a little mouse to pop.

She pressed her breasts into his lap, his cock sliding between their heaviness. She urged him to grow, urged him to let her see his full potential. He was close, she could feel it, her free hand coming up between her breasts to grab his cock, to will it to life. It was nearly there. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls through the sheet, nodding to herself. He was a big boy, viril. She danced her fingers along the shaft, up, then back down, willing him to release for her.

"Ah... ooh!" she cried softly. Edovan was still exploring her nethers with his mouth and face. She didn't have to press down on him... he was pressing up into her, moving his little head side to side like a fish trying to force its way into a hole in a reef. He was practically swimming upward into her, craning his neck forward, his little tongue lapping and probing ever deeper, as far as it could within the confines of the sheet. She felt the fire in her loins build again as before, she felt herself opening and spreading over him, the empty space drawing him upward further and still further in. The dark desire to take him completely was back... overtaking her reason and restraint.

She was Mistress Mavka. She would get everything she wanted. She was the smartest and she was the most patient, and she was so, so hungry...

She would take his orgasm..

she would take their money..

and later, when she was alone with him... she would take all of him.

Her deep insatiable hunger could only be sated by consuming him whole!

She curled her hand around his fabric covered cock and began to stroke. As she stroked, she ground her hips in small slow circles, so as not to disturb the exquisite dance his face was already doing inside her. Her tail curled around her own waist, then encircled her breast, squeezing it. With each slow rotation she ever so gently lowered herself onto him, easing him deeper and deeper till his tongue was breaching the smaller opening deep in her folds. A jolt of electric pleasure surged through her. "Yeeessssss... just like that... please your mistress, give yourself to me!"

"Give me your mind... " she growled as she thrust her hips downward suddenly, burying him to his ears in her dark heat.

"Give me your body... " she purred as she stroked him slowly and purposefully, matching the the rhythm of his own small hips which had started pressing upward into her hand... now that was more like it.

"Give me your sou..."

Her words, her hands, and her hips, all stopped where they were, as she stared across the room in dread, eyes wide in horror.

A loud screech emanated from deep within her throat, a cry of sheer terror. She recoiled and curled her entire body up onto Edovan's chest and the turned over chair, scrambling away from the innocent little mouse that was scuttling across the washroom. "M-mouse!" she squeaked. Sitting ass naked on his chest, her knees were crushing his legs. She pulled the sheet up around her as if she were ashamed to be half naked in front of the rodent.

Edovan groaned under her weight, watching the mouse scurry away behind a pile of washing. "A... a m-mouse?" he asked somewhat shakily, his face flush with pleasure, a pleasure that was once again cut short before reaching its penultimate release. His body was already aching under the burden of her entire body on top of him, and he was fearing he might lose his breath, her weight on his chest crushing his lungs.

Mavka was blushing furiously, her eyes glistening with the threat of tears. "I hate them!" she cried, the flawless sheen of a dominatrix in charge had shattered and slid to the floor to join the dirty laundry, replaced with a scared, cowering girl, a 9ft tall scared cowering girl. Edovan suddenly wondered how old she was...

"It... it's gone," he promised her, his voice gentle and assuring.

Mavka shook her head. She wasn't going to get down. Not yet. "I..." she trailed off, sighing. "Don't..." she continued, frustrated, embarrassed. The chair groaned loudly with their weight, threatening to smash to bits underneath them.

Edovan looked at her curiously. "Don't what?" he asked, slightly wheezily.

"Don't... don't tell the others," Mavka said after a few moments. "Please," she practically begged him.

He nodded again.

Mavka's face lit up in relief. "Thank you," she said, and it was sincere. She sighed, leaning down to practically hug him. He could feel her shuddering still, if only slightly now. She rubbed her eyes and her cheeks, willing her heart to slow down- but this was different than fear. It was an aching, a longing she hadn't felt in a very long time. Looking into his eyes now, her breath caught in her throat. He was kind, too kind.

He simply looked back up into her eyes, wondering what wheels were turning behind those liquid black pools. "Can... Can you get up please?" Edovan finally asked, breathlessly, after a minute or two of silence. His legs had moved past pain and were now in the territory of going numb altogether.

"Oh!" Mavka intoned, hopping up from his lap. "I'm sorry," she said, moving around the back to untie his wrists and free him from the chair. "I... I guess I lost," she said, gathering the sheet up, wrapping it protectively around her, leaving him fully naked. Though she wondered why nobody had come down to disqualify her, or worse, to mock her. She bent and helped him up, pulling him with ease, a free hand holding onto to him so he didn't topple over, her tail curling protectively around his waist. With the other, she pulled the top back up on her dress, covering her breasts once more, pulled her tiny skirt down, and handed him the sheet.

Edovan shrugged, rubbing his wrists a bit where they'd been bound. "I'll tell them you did it," he offered, taking the sheet gratefully. He swung it around his shoulders, and crossed it protectively over his body.

"You would do that for me?" she said, disbelieving.

He nodded his chin.

"I... i-it's not really fair anyway... if not for the mouse... you w-would have won..." he stammered, looking down as his face reddened in embarrassment.

Mavka's heart swelled. She blushed with gratitude herself. "I... don't know quite what to say..."

A tiny tear sprung up without warning in the corner of one large dark eye. She wiped it quickly and dropped to her knees in front of him, leaning forward to embrace him in a thankful hug.

"Thanks, Edo-"

Mavka was cut off as Yagaritte appeared out of thin air beside them. She was quiet by trade, a habit that was hard to break even at home, and Mavka hated it when she snuck up on her.

"Ritte!" she exhaled loudly, her heart beating a mile a minute. "Don't do that, you know I hate it!"

Yagaritte grinned. "Sorry, Mav," she said, looking between the two of them. "Guess I didn't interrupt anything?" she teased.

It looked like they had finished, except... Edovan's cock was semi standing at attention, still, even after the mouse incident, even after having 347 pounds of darkskinned beauty on top of him. Well, that could be a reason...

"Guess you're the last loser," she added, still grinning.

Mavka sighed. "Yeah. I lost," she agreed. Lost the bet, lost herself, lost her mind? She still hadn't known what had come over her, her insatiable hunger. Had she wanted to fuck him? Had she wanted to... eat him? Had she wanted to...? She shook her head, clearing it of unwarranted, intrusive thoughts. She willed the dull ache in her chest to go away.

"And what about you 'lady killer?'" Yagaritte chuckled. Looking down at his fading, but still protruding penis under the sheet. "I see you still haven't learned how to say the word no... or keep your pants on..."

Edovan, for once, did not blush. Instead he turned white as the sheet that covered most of him. Yagaritte was here? The whole time? How much had she seen? What must she think?

He wished he could turn into a mouse and scurry away after the other one... sadly, that was not a skill he had mastered at this point in his majikal training. Logical brain vowed to research it at his earliest opportunity. Seemed like such a thing might come in handy these days.

Instead, he wilted. Beaten, conquered, utterly defeated. He could see any chance of being with Yagaritte now fading away along with his lingering arousal. And this was not just a romantic defeat, he was losing job opportunities, a place to stay, and a whole slew of people he could become friends with in time. The heartbreak was real, and it was painful.

Yagaritte frowned slightly, catching his change in mood. "Hey, we're not done here," she chided gently. "There's still a pile of gold up there with my name on it. Sorry, Mav," she grinned, looking back up at her friend. "But come see me later, I brought you something," she added.

Mavka grinned. "You always bring me the best goodies"! She said excitedly, as she expertly concealed her inner turmoil, pushing it deep, deep down so she could worry about it later. "Thank you," she added, taking her friend's hand briefly, squeezing it.

Yagaritte nodded, coming around to the back of Edovan now, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other still held in Mavka's. "So I can't force you to touch me, and I can't touch you, that's what I hear," Yagaritte said, bending down to speak near his ear. "But what if we combined our powers, Mav, what do you think?" she asked, her tongue flicking out to tease at his earlobe.

Edovan shuddered. "To-together?" he asked, voice squeaking. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Surely not??

Mavka grinned devilishly, her tail curling around Edovan and Yagaritte both. "I think we can arrange that," she agreed, licking at her lips, running her long slightly forked tongue along her teeth.

Yagaritte looked up at her and grinned, winking. She knew everyone upstairs was being chastised by Margara for creating such a commotion, and for treating Edovan like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. They could do anything they wanted to him, and nobody would be the wiser, no matter how many rules were broken- she knew Edovan would never tell a soul and nobody else was watching, not even the twins!

Yagaritte bit her lip and brought her hand up, motioning Mavka to come over, her eyes full of lust and longing. Mavka obeyed, sauntering over to her. Yagaritte was as beautiful as ever, clad only in her thin leather breeches and unbuttoned undershirt, she came up close behind Edovan pressing her pelvis against the back of his head as Mavka approached them both. Mavka's long legs easily straddled Edovan as she stood directly over him and slid an arm around around Yagaritte, bending slightly as Yagaritte stood up on her toes to meet her. She parted her lips and took Yagaritte's cheek into her other hand, pulling her face up to meet her the rest of the way. She closed her eyes as their lips met. Her tongue flicked out hungrily, reaching for Yagaritte's.

Edovan, squeezed between Mavka's soft thighs and Yagarittes leather clad crotch, was breathless. It was the most amazing, erotic sight he had ever seen. Two incredibly beautiful creatures, kissing passionately above him, both of them clearly enjoying it. It wasn't just for show- there was passion, emotion, lust, friendship and more in that kiss. He had the inkling this wasn't the first time.

Mavka moaned softly, pulling Yagaritte closer, their bodies pressing against Edovan. Mavka was bent just slightly, her body positioned in a way that he could see the wetness between her legs growing, her lips swelling in anticipation above him. Behind him, he could feel Yagaritte's body responding in kind- he could not feel it physically, but somehow he could sense it. She was still fully dressed from her day out (sans her light armor, that was left behind), and the thin leather was an annoying barrier between them.

She reached down and took Yagaritte's hand, holding it to her breast. Like when she was with Edovan, her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. Yagaritte cupped her breast, a thumb sliding across the fabric that held Mavka's nipple prisoner. All this time, their kiss never broke, both of them with their eyes closed, immersed in their passion. Mavka's tail slid between them, going between Edovan's legs and up. But neither of them really seemed to be paying him any attention, focused more on their own pleasures. Yagaritte pulled the top down on Mavka's dress, and her breasts sprung to life, free once again. She pinched one of the nipples gently, turning it between her finger and thumb.

Finally, Mavka broke the kiss, licking her lips as she pulled away from her mouth. She dropped low, sitting on her knees , looking up at Yagaritte who was now looming over her and Edovan both. Edovan flushed as Mavka's glistening labia passed inches from his face as she knelt in front of both of them. Her mammoth breasts were now pressed heavily against his face, and he was happily buried in their luxuriant valley. Ignored or not, there were no missed opportunities, even though he worried this was bad news for him- another up without a down, another promise of pleasure with no release?

Mavka stopped suddenly, looking down at him nestled in her cleavage.

"Take her clothes off," she demanded.

Edovan opened his eyes, pulling his face from between her. He looked up at her, confusion written all over his face. He didn't have to say anything, as Mavka repeated herself. "Take her clothes off!" she demanded again, grinning up at Yagaritte now, who was grinning back. Oh, this was rich!

Edovan swallowed, but turned with some difficulty, pinned between them as he was, and came face to face with Yagaritte's crotch, Aromatic, warm, hungry, even through the supple deer leather of her breeches. Her wide hips spread out a foot or more on either side of him. He reached a tentative hand up, holding it against Yagaritte's hip. He waited for her to recoil from his touch, to react negatively. Instead, she simply shifted and pressed her body against his hand. He took a deep breath and with a nervous, shaking hand, began to undo the small metal hooks slowly on each side. He was scared, but also relieved. This meant she had forgiven him, right? Or was she doing this for Mavka?

Finally, he got all the bindings undone on her breeches, and he hooked his fingers, on either side of her hips, into the waistband, and pulled down gently. He slid her leathers down, gasping as he revealed more and more of the sculpted plain before him. The silken skin of her hips, the small rises of pelvic bones, the valley between her legs, the thin fabric of her panties dripping wet, the perfect musculature of her legs. The breeches fell to her feet and she kicked them off with ease.