That Damn Imp Ch. 03

"Tentacle porn makes them interesting?"

Puck gave out a short laugh. "I've always known you to be a classy, if hot-tempered woman. If you find this interesting, then it must have some merit."

She paused and stared at him for a moment. Her expression was devoid of disdain, or even any displeasure at his comment.

"Thank you," she said, after another moment of silence. He relaxed, regarding her with a faint smile.

"So, tell me about this story."

She grinned and gave Puck a brief rundown of the story she'd read thus far. A priestess was trying to save her people, so she tapped into ancient magic to summon help that would protect the land. Tentacled beings responded to the call, bringing about peace and in exchange asked her to become their concubine. She submitted to them and found pleasure beyond anything she'd ever imagined.

"Hmm, maybe I should go into writing erotica myself. About a horny fairy and a wildly sexy demon."

"Puck!" She huffed in exasperation, and he grinned widely. She quickly pulled up her robe, covering herself.

"I do believe you've seen enough, Puck No matter how many times you ask, my answer will always be no."

"You keep saying that. But a thousand years ago, you would've covered up the moment I appeared. Today, you let me check you out for a good, long time," he grinned. "And it was a compliment," he added after a moment, sounding uncharacteristically serious. "Didn't mean to upset you. You know I like you a lot, I just find you irresistible. If I've been naughty, I'll be a good sport and take a spanking." Ever mercurial, Puck's serious tone lost its edge as he spoke the last sentence.

Koshka stared at him for several moments, her devious mind spinning with possibilities. "Well then, be a good sport and put yourself across my lap." She saw Puck's eyes widen slightly in surprise, and bit back a smug grin. He quickly recovered himself and grinned.

"First tickling, and now this?" He lowered himself, his lips now just inches from her ear. "Wearing...you... down." Gracefully, he floated into her lap, draping himself comfortably and wiggling around just a bit.

"How am I supposed to enjoy this if you're actually looking forward to it?" Koshka asked with a mock grousing tone as she watched the wiggling rear end.

"Give it a try anyway and see how things go? I can pretend I'm not looking forward to it. I've been naughty, punish me." he looked up at her with a playful pout.

"Well, I know you've been very naughty. Teasing and annoying a long-suffering lady for over a thousand years. I think that needs some consequence." Without warning, she pulled his pants down and spanked him, giving him blows stronger than what an ordinary human was capable of, and turning his cheeks pink as her palm made contact with his ass multiple times.

The first spank brought a small gasp from Puck, and a wince as pain quickly followed. Her demonic strength obviously lent to the force of her spanks, and for a moment, he imagined her in a dominatrix outfit, wondering if she'd ever worked or played as one. That idea was pretty damn sexy, though Puck also immensely enjoyed the sweeter, gentle kitten he'd seen in turns in her bed.

His cheeks quickly warmed under the force of her blows, and Puck bit his lip to keep from yelping. He'd never been spanked so fiercely before, and her strokes were swift and merciless, going in a smooth rhythm while waiting just long enough between blows for him to feel the pain. Oh well... at least this was a step in the right direction. Besides... he did kinda deserve it.

He has a nice ass, Koshka mused. Pert and firm, the pale cheeks took on a lovely rosy tint under her attention. It was the first time she'd ever seen it bare. First time for everything, she supposed. If not for Malcolm, she might think about taking things just a bit further. Her palm regularly slapped against his ass, taking up a steady crescendo, his butt becoming pinker before she finally stopped. His ass was closer to red than rosy now, but still looked rather nice, and she leaned back, releasing her grip on him, though she felt the urge to run her nails lightly up and down his back, or through his long hair.

Quickly pulling up his pants as he floated off her lap, Puck regarded her with a lopsided grin. He rubbed his backside before flexing a bit. "Now," he spoke softly, "what do I get to do to you?"

"You want something from me? Wasn't the pleasure of me touching your ass enough for you?" She crossed her arms. "However, you've caught me in a good mood today... perhaps that's why I'm so tolerant of you at the moment. So I'll humor you and let you tell me what you would like from me."

He pondered this, smiling and putting a finger to his lips. Lots of things came to mind. Acts. Positions. One thing really stuck out though. "Well first, I'd just like to kiss you. And not just some half-ass peck on the cheek," he clarified. "Really kiss you."

"I'm surprised, I was expecting something more kinky," she admitted. "But all I can say is dream on." His mention of kissing made her think of Malcolm... and his kisses. Mmm...

"That's because you're laying on the roof, reading porn," he replied, sighing and rising further into the air. He looked away, crossing his legs and watching a flock of birds cross the afternoon sky.

"You do have a nice ass," Koshka acknowledged. Perhaps it was that she'd been fucked so well by Malcolm that she was in such a relaxed and easy mood, and more tolerant of Puck. Only if she knew...

"I know," he shook it in the air for her, his smile beginning to return. "And you've got nice... well, everything that I can see."

She gave out a small snort. "Oh, Puck. What am I going to do with you..."

"Apparently nothing," he pouted teasingly, once again crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's right, and don't you forget it," she responded, wagging her finger. "Unless you need another spanking, that is."

"I'm sure I will," he murmured. "Eventually." With that he floated up into the air, turning around and looking down at the redhead as he ascended. "You're going to miss me," he called out, disappearing in a swirl of light.

She gave out a small sigh. Just when she thought he'd disappeared for the time being, here he was. And just after she met Malcolm. Oh, crap. She would have to make sure that Puck didn't find out about her new lover. He wasn't malicious enough as to kill lovers out of jealousy, but he did not have a reputation as a mischief-maker for naught. And after the intense chemistry she'd shared with Malcolm, she was loath to lose what was promising to be a delightful fixture in her life, and for an immortal, these were cherished.