Talla's Fallen Temple Ch. 26

Talla, standing topless and leaning against the dresser to guard against the failing of her wobbling legs, turned to face him, watching him through the short mess of sweaty brown hair that hung over her eyes.

With a gulp of air, she straightened and reached for the wine glass at her side. By some miracle of the dresser's construction, neither glass had spilled.

She took down a mouthful of the fragrant liquid, half-emptying her glass. Her eyes never wavered from Taust's, who returned the gaze with some mixture of astonishment and exhaustion.

Talla replaced the glass on the dresser and touched the side of her knuckles to her lips to wipe away the wetness left by her mouthful.

"Not done with you yet," she began to approach him.

"Might need a couple breaths," Taust's eyes widened warily.

"I can work on you," she promised.

'If it didn't matter to an animal rutting in the field, why should it matter to me?' she thought.

Talla was an animal that night. She had decided to be such many bells before, and Taust just happened to be in the way. Crawling up on the bed, she lowered her head to his dwindling member and took the whole thing in her mouth. He tasted of semen and her own flood of juices. Whether he was the citric scent of Zhair'lo, the wooden taste of Shen or the ash of J'ree, she couldn't say. The wine in her mouth overruled almost everything else.

"It might take ... a while," Taust warned.

Talla took her mouth off his cock, holding it with one hand, and said, "I have all night and a great many tools at my disposal."

A girl of Facial might have brought him around more quickly, but Talla was determined all the same. She would ride this boy over and over again until he could not be wakened, never mind aroused. If that meant a mouthful of her own juices, so be it.

"Good gods, Talla," he whispered.

"Yes?"

"Those breasts ..."

She lifted herself up. Was he a breast man after all?

"These?" she asked, turning her body side to side. She didn't look down at her body, and she didn't need to feel the sway of her breasts either. The oscillation of Taust's eyes told the story well enough.

What was she doing, after all, wishing to be a girl of Facial? She was of Abundance and ought to be using what she had.

Keeping her eyes on his, she lowered her body until her nipples hovered just above the skin of his thighs. Bracing herself with her left hand, Talla used her right hand to trace circles around one of her areola and then the other. Taust's mostly flaccid member, laying over his lower stomach, seemed to harden at this.

Talla smiled, seeing that her body was doing its job for her. While she couldn't stand the Temple's philosophy, there were a few benefits to Temple life for which she was thankful. Her breasts were not included in that list, for certainly they had given back only a fraction of what they'd stolen. The lessons they'd taught her, however, often came in handy. It was at rare times like this that she felt any gratitude at all toward them.

She wanted to have sex again, soon, and her man wasn't ready. But the Temple had taught her what to do, and she knew the next, patient step in bringing forth his arousal.

With a gentle motion that completely focused his attention, she drew her index finger to her lips. While Taust's gaze was drawn to her finger, her attention was on his eyes. That finger slid down her chin, over her throat and down to her breasts.

Enraptured, Taust watch as her thumb joined in to gently squeeze the tip of her nipple. She rolled it around with light, twisting motion, pretending to close her eyes so she could look down to check on that state of his manhood.

'Coming right along ...'

Talla reached for Taust's hand and drew it to her left breast. Her hand went back to the right.

"Gently," she whispered, and started twisting and squeezing at her nipple again. Taust, following along, did the same to the left. He might have been a little bit rougher than she was on herself, but she could let that go. After all, it meant he was ready for the next step.

She gently squeezed her aureola and pulled her breast away from her body, distorting its shape slightly. Biting her lips, she nodded to Taust, letting him know he should do the same.

Talla moaned, feeling the exquisite pleasure of her body being stretched.

When she released her grip, he did the same and her breasts fell slightly and found their normal positions.

Smiling demurely, she turned her body a bit to the right and lowered her chest until the now hardened nipple of her left breast touched the base of his shaft, between his testicles.

Taust moaned in appreciation as she slid that hardened nub up the length of his stiffening member.

Back and forth she went, one breast and then the other, pushing a little harder each run up his cock. Taust could only lie back and hyperventilate. Soon, she pushing the whole mass of her breast against him, feeling him turn to rock under her care.

"Ready again?" she asked.

Taust, his mouth too dry from the heaviness of his breathing, managed a nod.

Talla dangled her breasts on either side of his erection, which now stood out from his stomach, and twisted her body side to side so as to strike his penis over and over again. As a last treat, she crouched down so she could use both hands to squeeze her breasts together, engulfing him completely.

Her breasts had completed their work, and done it well. She crawled upward, sliding her body so the tip of his erection traced a line down her navel to the bare, wet lips that were its proper target.

Taust wait, mouth half open, as she slid herself into position and pushed her body down on him.

...

At the moment the mesh took hold, she sadly realized that he would not go more than twice tonight.

It meant that she had to make the most of this time, because it was the final act of Service.

And it couldn't last long, either.

Frustration overcame her.

She'd meant to drown herself in this night, put all her troubles behind her with a good, hard round of Service.

A deep breath came almost automatically, the answer to all frustrations and anxieties.

It wasn't Taust's fault.

He was who he was.

Maybe he'd had a rough day, too.

Men were people, after all, just like women.

She would make the best of it she could, even if his energy waned.

In fact, she would have to be quick.

Their climax would only diminish in quality the longer they waited.

With a somewhat sombre resolution, she began grinding him with her hips..

"Grab my tits," she whispered, and felt a twitch of surprise through the mesh. What had caused it.

"You like my tits?"

Affirmation washed over her.

It wasn't, she realized, the breasts themselves, but her language.

"Squeeze those big tits really hard," she murmured in his ear. "Show me how bad you want it."

The orgasm wouldn't take long, especially considering it was their second, but at least it would be hard.

"Let me feel you inside," she hissed.

"I – uh – I," he stammered.

"You what?" she asked, tainting her voice with innocence. "You like it inside me? Inside my little cunt?"

It was the word that overtook him, that one last word that overwhelmed his reserve.

Taust went off inside her like a fire cracker, a sudden, unheralded explosion in her belly which proceeded to launch itself up her spine and back down.

It cracked only twice more before he collapsed.

...

Taust's eyes were already closed when the mesh dissolved.

Talla, still pinned on his erection, took a deep breath before gentling herself out of her state of impalement.

There was no semen dripping out of her this time. The poor exhausted guy probably hadn't had time to properly recharge, but she'd gotten two orgasms out of him at least.

She put her clothes back on, glad for the lack of underwear. It meant the air could cool off at least the outsides of her well worked organs. Before leaving, she downed the last of her glass of sweet wine and blew out the solitary candle in its cradle on the wall.

As Talla slipped out of Taust's bedroom, she was glad to see the common room was dark. They'd clear the place, after all, and so she suffered no embarrassment for leaving her Service so early. Surely the other women would be a couple of bells yet. Part of her had wanted to wait around for Taust, for a sense of duty told her that a woman ought to do so, just in case her man awoke ready for more.

But the mesh had laid out the facts for Talla in a way more clear than the stars in the night sky she surveyed when she stepped out the front door of the Mill. Taust was done, and there was nothing more for her to Serve.

'Zhair'lo, I miss you,' she thought, desperately.

'I know.'

There he was, inside her head, his mood sombre but calm.

'Where are you? What's wrong?'

'Not much, really. You seem angry.'

Images came from her mind to his. Frustration with Taust, mostly.

'You've had a bad day?' he replied, seeing past the problematic Service.

'We found the vent I'd been hoping for,' she told him, 'but it's sealed against intrusion.'

Talla showed him an image of the underground cavern and its heavy metal grates. Somewhere, far away, something twitched in Zhair'lo's mind.

'What is it?' she demanded.

Their connection wavered uncertainly.

'I don't know. That set up looks weird. Reminds me of ... I don't know what. It's not important. You're right that you can't get in that way.'

'I know.'

Zhair'lo understood now why her encounter with Taust had been doubly frustrating.

'What are you doing?' she asked.

'Should be sleeping. Right here with Zia.'

'The crazy one?'

'Yeah.'

Mental long distance masturbation was out then.

'Today was tough on her, too.'

There was a series of images from Zhair'lo, then, giving a precis of the battle.

'Not much, were they?' Talla noted.

'No. Pathetic, really.'

'I was worried about you getting hurt. Now I'm thinking going out there was a waste of time.'

Zhair'lo's mind gave a funny hiccup.

'I hadn't even thought of that.'

'Then why were you so ... sad, was it?'

'I saw a man die ... I saw a man killed today ...'

There was a long pause. Several heartbeats passed. Talla wasn't sure she should prod, but she did.

'And?'

'And it didn't bother me.'

'He didn't seem like a very nice person.'

'He wasn't. But still.'

Zhair'lo was worried about his humanity.

'After what we've been though, I'm sure you're a decent person, Zhai.'

She felt him taking a deep breath, which became a yawn.

'Sorry, Talla. I can't stay awake any longer.'

'I know, my sweet. Rest up.'

A faint note of compassion and gentleness wafted over the link and Zhair'lo was soon gone.

She had been concentrating so much on Zhair'lo that she hadn't moved from the front porch of the Mill. How long would it take to walk home? How horny was she? She had no desire for feminine socialization tonight, so she could just skip the Hall and go home to masturbate. It might take too long. Was there a good place to hide somewhere in the bushes nearby?