Soon, they went their separate ways. Asaleth and Kram hired a carriage to return them to their home in a nearby kingdom, his arm wrapped protectively around the enchantress who now manipulated him even without her magic. As a parting gift, she gave to them the sight of her using her mouth to pleasure Barxes, who was as ever eager to give the peasant an outlet for her gratitude. For her wantonness.
As she watched the carriage drive away out of the corner of her eye, never yielding in her enthusiastic fellation of the barbarian, she wondered if she would someday see her rescuers again.
She feared she would.
She hoped she would.
Chapter Seven
The rest of the weekend and well into the next week, DJ and Ashley hardly left their hotel room. It had been her idea, getting away from campus for a while, and he had to admit it had been a good one. He’d been having this lingering anxiety this past week, and couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. After all, objectively, he had an amazing life. More sex than he could handle with a variety of beautiful women, no financial troubles, great work conditions, lots of leisure time…
Yet he felt it.
They had driven into the city from their relatively small college town only an hour or so away, but what a difference an hour made. The city had everything—culture, entertainment, sites, places to get dinner after ten… Ashley was actually an urbanite herself—albeit from another city—and had always resented the quaint little town she was forced to go to school in.
Of course, if you never left your room, it didn’t seem to make much difference where your hotel was. They ordered room service for meals, soaked in the jacuzzi, rented pay-per-view, and just… a new couple. DJ was struck by it, having only moderate experience with relationships, and hardly any with such physical ones. They kissed, they groped, they cuddled—and they fucked like dogs in heat.
DJ fucked her in the shower, fucked her in the bed, fucked her on the floor, fucked her in the jacuzzi, fucked her in front of the window while she waved at admirers across the street. He fucked her pussy, fucked her tits, and fucked her mouth more times than he could count. Every time they were gearing up again, she pounced on his dick lips-first, like a snow-fox with a delicious mouse.
As they lie watching a weird little super hero movie with that nerdy guy from The Office, naked but at ease, DJ decided to ask. “Ashley? Do you really like giving blowjobs that much?”
She grinned at him. “What, you don’t like receiving them that much?”
“No, I do—believe me, I do. Your mouth is a godsend.”
“Just my mouth?” She pouted, lifting the sheets to look down at her epic rack. G cups, he’d finally learned. To his shame, DJ had naively thought D was as big as the measuring system went. (He’d heard the term double-D, but he’d figured that was just hyperbole.)
He smiled, and helped himself to an affectionate grope. “All of you—but… c’mon, you know what I meant. But seriously. You always go for it with your mouth.”
“Well maybe it’s not my favorite thing,” she admitted reluctantly, “but I’m really fucking good at it, and I want to make you happy. That’s the part I like best.” There it was again, that sweet smile of hers. He couldn’t help but kiss her.
“Besides,” she went on, “most guys find my incessant sassing handily solved by plugging my mouth with a dick, you asshole.” She giggled. “See what I mean?”
“I like hearing you talk. You’re… authentic.”
“Authentic?” He nodded. “Don’t stop there—explain yourself.”
“Well, you know my ability and all. Lots of people, I can tell how they behave differently towards me. Deferential. Not you, though. You just say what’s on your mind. With you, it’s like I’m—we’re—almost… normal, I guess.”
She frowned. “You’re saying you’d rather be normal?”
“No—I’m not ignorant, I know I’ve got a good thing here. But it’s nice to have someone be good to me without it being because of the power. Or directly, anyway.”
Ashley’s face froze. “You think I’m only with you because of your gift?”
“Hey, relax, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I just meant it has a lot to do with how we hooked up is all—you know, in the lounge, in the dining hall. That’s all. I trust you, Ashley. You should know that by now.”
She relaxed again, and kissed him. “You should, you fucker. I’m the second-best thing that’s ever gonna happen to you.”
“A very close second, mind you.”
“Hey! You were supposed to correct me. So much for the blowjob I was about to give you.”
“Oh good, I wanted to do your ass this time anyway.”
Ashley paused a moment, then nodded. He recognized the shift in her demeanor, the sudden disappearance of her enthusiasm as it was replaced by mildly grudging acceptance. Then, without a word, the redhead raised herself to her hands and knees, waving her big ass in his direction. “All righty then, let’s do this.”
DJ smiled to himself as he gave himself a few quick pumps to get him hard enough—Ashley’s bare ass and instant submission had done most of it in mere seconds—and got up behind her. He put his tip right at her tightly puckered rear entrance… then shifted down and slid into her pussy.
Ashley moaned in relief and delight as he took her broad hips in his hands and started drilling her cunt. “I thought you were really going to do it, you asshole!”
“Nah, I just like to tease you every now and then. I’d never take advantage of you, Ashley.”
“Again, you mean,” she said between groans. She bucked her hips back to meet his thrusts.
It was a wonderful two days and three nights in the hotel room. At Ashley’s urging—and to give herself some entertainment—she scared up a few extra pussies for him. They hired a masseuse; Ashley evidently knew how to find the kind that dealt in happy endings. His new girlfriend convinced her she was amply compensated just by the experience and didn’t even need money.
Their second night, she invited in the pretty Indian girl who was working at reception and had DJ fuck her. “Thank you so much for your business, and I very much hope you enjoy your stay, sir,” she said cordially afterwards. Ashley kicked her out the door buck naked, tossing her clothes out behind her.
She was a lot of fun, though sometimes, he wished she were a little nicer to people.
Finally, DJ decided it was time to get back to school. For the first time he could remember, he was genuinely excited to return to his life from a vacation. He had a lot to look forward to, after all. Still, he knew a conversation was in order.
“Ashley,” he said during the drive back, his new hybrid car whirring not-quite-silently down the highway, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us these past few days, and I think we should talk about some things before we get back.”
“Yeah, I wondered when you’d go there. You want to talk about your little harem, right?”