Erotic Fiction : The Faith & The Fury

Book exerpt from The Faith & The Fury by Eve Black

She wasn’t far away. Maranis had been stacking boxes in the servant’s quarters when the summons came. A couple of weeks had passed since her breasts were displayed for the Seer’s son, and part of her hoped he’d forgotten about it. The other part replayed that pivotal event every day in her mind and longed for chapter two.

No one queried the summons, as the summoner knew the serving staff and seemed to be in the habit these days of needing most of them for some chore or other at odd times. If Hannim was inclined to camouflage his intentions, this was the way to go in lieu of arousing suspicion by favouring one person.

The further she walked the more likely it looked to be a lust call. Her breathing raced ever faster, yet it might turn out to be a false alarm. He could simply desire a reading partner for the sacred books, or someone to recite prayers with. Or perhaps he’d spilled his food and needed it cleaned up.

Yes, all quite plausible, except anyone could do those things.
Not far to go now, and what if there were no books or prayers ? What if he asked to see her breasts again ? And if he wanted to touch them ? Hannim’s door loomed and she slowed, lewd possibilities raising their sweaty heads insistently. Heart and pulse were back in sprint mode. To leave now was the right thing to do. So she knocked.

Hannim heard it, and felt the blood roar in his temples. It was her.
“Come in,” was the response, his voice amazingly calm. Maranis entered. He politely motioned for her to sit on a chair near his bed while he did the same a few feet away. She looked delightful, though that was probably his hormones talking. A faint ringing began in his ears as his mouth opened, and the recently rehearsed words tumbled out.

“Thank you for coming Maranis ( her name still pleased the ear ). You may recall the reason you came here before revolved around the flesh, and how I wished to conquer its distractions by confronting them head on.” She nodded agreeably.

“I actually need help with it again, so naturally I thought of you and the, er, relationship we established last time. You seem to be a decent sort of person, and I can assure you of every kindness and consideration I am able to give.” A grateful pause. He was seriously determined not to stammer or stumble and hadn’t.

Maranis the Intrigued had been studying Hannim as he spoke. She firmly believed in her intuitive powers, and the positive impression he’d made previously hadn’t changed. The intuition also told her the distraction issue was most certainly peripheral to that primal craving which rules male minds, and young ones especially.

“I will be happy to help in whatever way you desire, sir,” was stated with a warm smile. The words he so wanted to hear lodged in his ravaged mind and caressed his synapses, while the smile added a pleasant glow to the caresses. She stood up.

“Shall I remove the top section of my clothing again sir ?”

“Well, I think it will be more effective if the bottom section is removed too.” He braced for protest or a refusal but saw only that lovely smile. Off went the two-part top, her eyes focussed on the floor. His eyes searched hungrily for those excellent breasts and there they were, jiggling and swaying hypnotically.

Maranis didn’t rush with the dark blue pants, correctly guessing that delay has its uses. She tugged at one half, then the other, glancing up briefly at Hannim and noting a growing bulge in the groin. Off went the pants, which left a sort of petticoat undergarment as the only barrier between the excited serving girl and the obviously aroused watcher. Fingers working deliberately at the thin cord holding it up, then release. It was placed on the table and she stood up straight, looking at the looker.

Hannim the Flabbergasted drank in the sight of his first naked woman and shivered perceptibly. His throat was dry, his mouth slightly open. Brain cells ajangle, he stupidly wondered what to do next.

“It may be wise, sir,” suggested Maranis the Bold, coming to his rescue, “to also remove your clothes. To…test yourself further.” It was as logical as anything else in their naughty little pantomime, and she felt more powerful now. The initiative was hers as the young Seer rose gingerly from his chair. A vague warmth was also building in her genitals as she continued to tackle her runaway pulse.

“Uh, yes, a good idea.” Hannim the Eager began to unbutton his tunic, eyes moving relentlessly between the breasts and the dark, hairy triangle dividing her legs. His hands and arms were leaden, as if trying to prolong the visual feast currently on show, yet shyly reluctant to proceed. He sensed her attempt at leadership and welcomed it, a unified purpose in evidence.

Done. He stood there, hands by his side, totally nude and feeling equal parts nervous and ridiculous. That may have been her intent, albeit on a subconscious level. Maranis trembled a little, staring at the other’s most prominent part as if she’d never seen one before ( she hadn’t ).

It seemed very erect, twitching slightly and almost parallel to its owner’s stomach. Hannim’s eyes feasted on the female flesh in front of him. The signals from eye to brain were clear : to his hands and fingers, touch something quickly ! To his tongue, start licking and sucking as soon as the fingers are done. And to his organ, seek out the nearest orifice and fill it, or get some female fingers or mouth in contact right away. The overriding thrust centred on one thing : action !

His mouth clicked urgently into gear lest cobwebs start to grow. First a swallow to moisten the throat, then “I think I should probably touch your breasts, Maranis, if that’s alright.”

“A very good idea, sir.” Her breath speed rose. She was not only a virgin, but had never been touched by a man in this way. It was profoundly and overwhelmingly wrong, of course, and flew in the face of her faith. And she could hardly wait.

Two hands reached out ,and Hannim the Explorer’s fingertips awaited the touch he’d dreamed and thought of since that fateful, topless night. Maranis primed for impact….and there it was. The skin was smooth at the side of the breasts. Their owner flinched with forbidden pleasure. Fingers travelled towards the underside with a silky, gentle caress.

A little pressure revealed surprising firmness. The lonely penis absorbed these sensations with vicarious glee and clamoured for a contribution. Hold on, replied the fingers. We’ve only just begun and you can wait ! The breasts savoured the delicacy of the touching and stroking, then yearned for the nipples to be invited. The fingers were of a like mind in that regard, and were soon doing a mild flicking motion.

The small yet appreciative nipples stiffened, the large areolas wrinkling up as thumbs and index fingers grasped their taller brethren with magnetic instinct. The ubiquitous fingers enjoyed this rolling motion a great deal, leading to intense jealousy from a tongue now straining savagely at the leash. The overjoyed nipples felt a warm and pleasurable glow spread from the breasts down south to the genitalia, and agreed that a lusty licking should be followed by some equally focussed sucking.

The forlorn penis lamented its position in the line being supplanted by the tongue and was rapidly approaching critical mass. Maranis the Delighted was loving what Hannim was doing. There was also a distinct moistness developing in her vagina, and she recalled some of the older serving women discussing how this wetness made entry of the member easier. Time enough for that, yet she thought it fair to do a little touching of her own. “Excuse me sir, but would you like me to touch your manhood ?”

The precious words came to him as if through a steamy fog. Hanim’s gaze shifted from those utterly superb and arousing nipples to the eyes of the asker, and he gave a wordless nod with his smile of appreciation.

A soft, female hand reached for the demented member, its desire in a frenzied lather. Finally, someone was going to pay it some attention ! The contact was electric, the effect instantaneous and decisive. Hannim’s groin exploded and the creamy floodgates opened with a lengthy spurt. A puddle on the floor was the awful outcome.

It wasn’t his first climax, though it was very definitely the most embarrassing. His hopeless, reckless appendage had let him down. The toucher removed her hand, not knowing what to do as the semen oozed from what had been stiff but was now soft.

“I’m sorry sir, !” she whispered with worried contrition. Hannim might be inclined to vent his rage, so best to try and take the blame instead of a slap to the face.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Well, not from her side. He was mightily sorry that a hugely satisfying voyage to the Land of Lust had been wrecked so soon. The answer was to climb aboard another ship and try again, but would his new shipmate be there ? He opted for the humorous angle while wiping up the mess with a thick cloth ( which must be disposed of most discreetly ).

A short chuckle as Maranis resumed her clothing. “With my obvious lack of expertise, It’s a wonder I didn’t soil myself when you showed me your breasts that night.”

She turned and met his dejected smile with a sympathetic grin. Making light of the seed spillage was a wise strategy, and one that she thought quite endearing. They were both fully dressed now, and an impulse came to mind. A few steps and Maranis the Bolder was facing him, ready for more courageous leadership.

“I don’t mean to be forward, sir, but I’m told that a simple kiss on the lips can give as much pleasure to some as…other things.” Hannim blushed. This was, in fact, high on his wish list. “I do want to try again soon with what we did tonight, sir, yet we can try the kiss right now if you wish.”

His answer was to move in her direction and she moved in his. Their lips met tentatively at first, just brushing the other’s surface until a longer contact. Neither had ever kissed anyone, yet there was no fumbling awkwardness. His arms went to her shoulders and hers responded in kind, the kissing lasting longer.

A sudden noise outside in the corridor snapped them out of the moment, their lips disconnecting reluctantly. The door was locked, so there was no chance of a direct incursion.

“You should go, I think,” said Hannim with pained resignation. “We’ve made really good progress tonight,” he added, continuing the flimsy charade with an admirably straight face. Maranis smiled.

“Yes sir, I agree.” And because she couldn’t resist, “do you think your ability to repel temptation is improving ?” Her eyes sparkled with guileless mischief. Hannim the Fraudulent stared back and laughed, the farce now history.