Claeri’s mouth opened in surprise, her breath sweeping over Alden’s
face. His hands rested on her lower lips, floating before her head.
“Escape? What if we’re caught?” She spoke in a whisper, even though they
were alone.
“We won’t be. This place isn’t a high-grade fortress or prison, it’s
another degenerate clan in Wessfarrow.” Alden planted a kiss on her lip; he had
to charm her. “We’ll get out, the world and all its opportunities lying before
us, and we can do whatever we want.” The reality of Alden still having to work
his guild jobs wasn’t as captivating of a proposition.
Alden was up and close, bring out his most flirtatious self, yet the
lovesome Claeri who hadn’t been able to stop kissing him since he’d arrived
wasn’t giving him so much as a smooch. Her eyes scanned the ledge of the pool,
her nervousness evident. “What would we even do?” Claeri drifted back, leaving
Alden to paddle himself afloat. “We’re safer here.”
“Safer here? In this camp of slaves and slavers, no-good thugs who like
to bully anyone around them? And I’m only including the local camp, never mind
its branches and the rival clans all around us, and with Gharn’s kingdom
breathing down the throat of this country? We’re only safe until the next
parade raid this camp and take us, and then we pray for the mercy of our new
lowlife, thug overlords.”
Claeri said nothing. Her neck and collarbone emerged, one hand rubbing
the opposite shoulder.
“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this.” Alden swam towards her again.
He had been here for just a day and seen how Lady Hex treated her. That had to
be one of many instances. “You know this life better than anyone. Do you enjoy
it? Do you want it to continue?”
She bit her lip, staring down at the water. No, she didn’t. Her body
language screamed it, the words she kept for herself were full of the same
sentiment. But something was missing. She liked him, Alden should have the
tools to persuade her. He thought back to how she always kissed him, and he
remembered the moment right before Big Bertha interrupted them. Claeri was
aiming him between her legs, at her most delicate parts. Alden had something to
bargain.
Claeri stood up further now, her small breasts above surface now. Alden
made his way to those pale mounds, locked on that dark maroon nipple like a
fish darting towards a bait. With a hug forward onto her breast, Alden kissed
the nipple, a flesh so soft and yielding his face sunk right into it.
Claeri stuttered, a quiver in her voice. The first reaction took her
backwards, leaving Alden alone on the water again. But she corrected that
quickly, drifting back and presenting the nipple to him again.
“Imagine if we were free.” Alden opened wide and swallowed that nipple
up, stuffing his mouth with it. Bertha’s toes had felt soft back then, but
having this for contrast made all the difference. This was true softness, its
celestial cleanliness giving it a sense of purity. Toes were for Alden’s unique
preferences, but these nipples were true objects of worship. Her chest
fluttered, beset with an irregular breath. “We could do this whenever we want.”
He glimpsed her expression, and she had both her fists balled up under
her chin expectantly, trying not spill all her emotions. She was overjoyed at
his devotion. The smile was suppressed, lips flat together. If Alden hadn’t had
his love muscle left so fatigued from all the orgasms throughout the day, he
feared he’d be the one charmed by her.
“Can’t we do it anyway?” Claeri said. “Here?”
Alden parted from the nipple with a suckling kiss. “Can we? Big Bertha
owns us, Lady Hex can do whatever she wants. I’m not making excuses when I say
my dick is all done for the day. Others just sweep by and take their turns. If
we’re free, we’re the only ones taking turns.” His mouth returned to the
nipple, kissing, licking, and sucking. This was more rewarding. At Bertha’s
toes, Alden’s best efforts were simply something expected. Her attention was
full of demand. Claeri’s reception was more thankful. It filled her with
genuine bliss to be the object of such attention. Even though lust didn’t drive
Alden anymore, it meant something to do this.
Her hands wrapped around him, picked him up. Alden was brought before
her face, where she came forward and planted a deep kiss over his head and
chest. “Thank you.”
“You’re sweet.” Alden caught a tuft of her wet, tendril-like hair, thick
as a coil of rope to him. He would have adjusted it behind her ear if he could
reach. Instead, he ran his fingers through the strands. “What do you say? The
two of us, on our own path?”
“It sounds nice.” Claeri waded her way back to the ledge, cuddling Alden
up against her nose and lips. “But… let’s wait.”
Alden didn’t mind that answer. He had to build the case. It would be
terribly optimistic to expect her to hop on his plan so soon, a plan which,
honestly, Alden himself hadn’t known about since a few moments ago. It was
either this plan, or taking Big Bertha’s offer.
This was something he should tell Claeri. “I’d rather make it out of
here with you than work with the Sorrel Clan, even if Bertha made a pretty good
offer.”
“A good offer?” The pool sloped up, where Claeri could sit, holding
Alden against her left breast.
“She said I should work here, that there’s human mages in the Sorrel
Clan, and that whoever makes themselves useful will climb the ranks. It might
be the first time someone has made an offer like that after finding out I’m the
Artless.” He ended the sentence by circling his tongue around her nipple. It
had stiffened.
“Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Claeri said.
Alden had to contain his smugness, trying to make his smirk look like
something born of curiosity. “And why is that?” he asked in pretend curiosity.
It was a basic bargaining move; let the interested parties know other buyers
are interested.
“They won’t take you seriously. You’ll always be at the bottom. They
have their own people, and only they are allowed anything around here.”
“Interesting,” Alden said. “Though I might try it out still.” The skies
were getting darker, the evening coming towards an end. “Didn’t Bertha say we
had to be at her quarters before sunset?” He punctuated his previous point by
applying his most delicate swirl of tongue-action to her nipple yet; here, in
their imprisonment, their action was interrupted. Together, out there, they
would be for themselves.
“Hmm, yeah.” Claeri watched the skies beyond the great treetops, then
back to Alden. She brought him lower, and lower, past her ribcage then belly
button. The water neared, his legs were dipped back into their flowing warmth,
and her pink lips were before him. Claeri said nothing, though what followed
didn’t surprise him. Her cupped hands over his backside, Claeri hugged him into
her pussy. The mood wasn’t one of fiery action, she held him still and steady before
the heat of her most sensitive flesh, only snuggling. Acting accordingly, Alden
stuck his head out to reach the top, where the clit was hiding, and rubbed his
cheek against it. She sighed, long and deep. Alden gave it a kiss, no more than
that.
“I like you,” she said.
“So do I,” Alden said. A part of him felt guilty. He was manipulating
her, in a way. Once he was out of here, he would find his way back to his
ordinary life, and perhaps try and see where Claeri could find hers. She was
pretty, sweet, and loving, but he was lying if he said he wasn’t spinning her a
fable. Once they were out of here, things would end between them. However,
Alden trusted himself that he wouldn’t drop her all cold and sudden. It would
be a smooth transition, an amicable break-up, for she deserved that. Those
problems were also lesser than the one he faced now, captivity in a Wessfarrow
clan with an uncertain future. Above all, he had to escape this. All other
problems were secondary.
After spending some time in his thoughts, Alden returned to the present
moment and realized it felt different. He was still snugly encased between her
hands and her pussy, but he thought he could hear her heartbeat now. A steady
pair of drums coming every second, relaying anxiousness, a fear of loss. These
were Claeri’s emotions. He wasn’t guessing or reading her expressions, he knew
this to be true.
Alden’s body was lost on him; he was no small figure in this vast pool
anymore, but he was sitting on its ledge, and its size befitted him. Its bottom
was underneath his feet, his head high in the skies, the treetops level with
his eyes.
He was giant.
Alden snapped back. No, he was small, this pussy his peer. It was when
his head left her clit that he felt the return to his own body. Claeri’s eyes
were wide open, frowning at her surroundings.
“What’s wrong?” Alden said, then added, “Did you feel something
strange?”
“Yeah… I don’t know what it was. I felt powerful, I think. I’m not sure
if it’s possible to feel power like a sensation, but that was it.” They shared
a moment of silence.
What was that? Alden had never experienced anything near it, for all his
time as a mage.
“Oh, no.” Claeri cut their affair short as she got up
from the pool, Alden in her hand. “It’s getting late. We can’t be late, or
Bertha will get mad.”