Chapter 150

I did not reply, for the visions conjured up from that warning were less than pleasant. I forgot them, though, as I put my lips to her crotch. It was the only part of her body I had yet encountered that was actually warm. My lips, by contrast, were well-chilled from their previous contact with her skin, and she twitched as they made contact.
I placed delicate, soft kisses around her vulva, and poked here and there with my tongue, playing with her, taking her pleasure into my own hands so to speak. In my mind, I was now the master, not the slave. She pulled her knees up, and I rested my head between her thighs, poking and prodding with my tongue, feeling the electricity charge in the air around us. A cool breeze blew through the room, making the candles flicker and shadows dance.
Finally, I spread her outer lips with my hands, closed my eyes, and placed my mouth fully on her. My tongue found her clit, and I flicked it a few times before exploring new places. The change in her attitude was immediate: gone was the dark demeanor of the Necromancer. In its place was simply a young girl, one who lusted for pleasure as much as any of the rest of us. She squeaked, and I kissed harder, more forceful.
I pushed her legs away from me, and she spread them further, laying them flat on the sheets. My hands found her breasts again, and I pinched the nipples as I sucked on her bare clit. She squirmed, and I could tell she was trying very hard not to cry out. This time, she was going to get more than she bargained for.
I knew the Mistress/Slave relationship had dissolved when I felt her hand probe towards my inner thighs, but I pushed it away. She didn't argue when I replaced her hand with my own, moving instead to tousle my hair.
I worked at her slowly, letting her savour every touch, every lick, every caress. When I chanced to look up, I saw her place her middle finger into her mouth, wetting it from top to bottom, and biting down on it, trying to distract herself so as to prolong the pleasure.
Two could play that game. I snaked my tongue around her clit, sliding up and down the small bump briefly before I covered it with my mouth, sucked it, and gripped it closely with my teeth. Only for a moment did I hold it before I let it go, then did the same thing again.
Not even her finger could prevent the cry of pleasure, and I sucked again with renewed vigour. My hand slid between my own legs, and I caressed my sweet spot gently. One of her hands fumbled to find my breast, but couldn't manage to stay there for long before she convulsed again from my oral ministrations. I felt the sheets by my hand bunch up, as though they were being gripped tightly, then released again several times in succession.
But I was not done yet. Not by a long shot.
I turned back to just my tongue, fluttering it around her slit, toying with her, jabbing her clit when she least expected it, other times avoiding it while I licked every other available surface. I rubbed her legs, which she wrapped around my back, pinning me into the position where she wanted me.
After a few more sucks, bites, and licks, however, her legs were again spread apart as far as she could get them. It was getting harder to keep myself on target, as she kept bucking her hips at the most inopportune times. More than once, I felt her hands on the back of my head, but like her legs, they didn't stay there. Twice, when I looked, I saw that they had settled across her breasts, and were continuing the work I had begun before. My own fingers worked furiously, as I was determined not to be the only one who got off tonight. Twice, the back of my hand brushed the small band wrapped around my right leg, but I ignored it and went about my business.
The first part of the orgasm rippled through her, and she exhaled softly, the most feminine sound I had ever heard in my life. One of her hands clenched the bed sheet while the other rubbed and massaged her own breast. I worked on her for a few more seconds, and she exhaled a second time. I removed my mouth, put one of my arms behind her, pulled her to a kneeling position, and kissed her sharply on the lips as my other arm dipped between her legs to continue the orgasm. I could tell she wasn't finished.
She kissed back just as passionately, greedily lapping up my tongue when I offered it to her, but didn't argue when I left her mouth to suck again on her beautiful nipples.
My other hand unwrapped itself from her back and went between my thighs again, as I stroked myself and her at the same time while we both knelt on the bed. Once, I chanced to look up, and saw, reflected in her eyes, the pleasure I was feeling in my own. The deep, dark spheres of her pupils extended an infinite distance inward, showing everything and nothing about her at once.
She shuddered, and I went back to her breast, openly biting the nipple now, pinching it between my teeth hard enough that she would feel the pain, but not hard enough to draw blood. She tried to snake one of her fingers into my mouth, but I denied it, and she went to work on her other breast.
Just as I saw she was about ready to come, I wrapped my arm around her back again, holding her steady. My other hand slid from between my legs and up towards my inner thigh, fingering the strap there.
Quick as a flash, as the first part of the new orgasm began to subside, I slid the thin blade from the concealing strap, grasped it firmly, shook the cloud from my mind, and, with calculated aim even though my eyes were closed, I stabbed it neatly into her back.
The blade was so thin and the strike so precise that there was very little blood. I dropped the knife off the side of the bed, and returned my hand to her clit, rubbing again enough to excite, but soft enough to continue her climax.
She gasped as I removed the blade from her back, and went to inhale. From the soft whistling sound I heard as she took a breath, I knew my aim had been true. One of her lungs had been punctured, yet she was not dead.
I gently laid her down on the bed, and gazed into her eyes, which were wide with amazement, bent down, and kissed her left breast softly. A chill wind moved through the room, extinguishing the candles as it passed. I heard her struggling to get enough breath to make it through the next rolling wave of her orgasm. She had spirit, I had to give her that much. If not for the poison from the blade, which calmed even a body in the throes of suffocation, what happened next would not have been possible.
I pushed her legs apart again, feeling her entire lower body quivering as I did so, and returned my lips and tongue to her clit. As I listened to her, breathing so heavily, I almost felt a twinge of pity. Almost.
I sucked on that little pink bump, again sliding it across my teeth, and I felt her shivering. Her legs sat up, then fell back down again, but I did not let up. From inside her came the most drastic build up I had ever seen, and she tensed as I eased off her clit with my tongue, replaced it with my finger, and slid up to look her in the eyes as she laid there, helpless. I kissed her lips strongly, wanting her to know, at that moment, exactly how much I loved her, how much pleasure she gave me by her mere presence here. Surprisingly, she kissed back, as though she had refused to accept what was coming. A look of calm settled across her face, even as she struggled to breathe. I kissed her once on each eye, closed them, and returned my attention to her crotch.
Slowly, the build-up became a crescendo, as she moaned the best she could under the circumstances, and shook from the hips up. Lovingly, I coaxed every last ounce of pleasure out of her sweet spot that I could. With her fading strength, I felt her hand again at my crotch, and I held it there until the shaking had stopped once and for all, and her chest rose and fell for the last time.
Shaking my head, I kissed her lips one final time, and for once, they felt warm, as the lips of the living do.
I finished myself off just staring at her beautiful, ageless body and the smile that creased her face, and with my climax, I screamed as loud as I could, savouring the release as much as any assassin can.