Chapter 45: Loyalty versus Lust

Alexandria looked to her mistress and smiled. Then she looked across the short distance at me and that smile widened. Either she liked the idea of the challenge or she was hoping for something more. Considering I found her very attractive and my Charm was fully active, I didn't need any chances to guess what that something extra was. Hopefully, it wasn't something I wouldn't have to resort to.

As she stepped forward, I got up and met her halfway across the mural rug. We stopped just short of touching, but close enough that I could see eagerness clearly in her eyes. Was her enthusiasm for the challenge or that something more? As everyone knows, there's only one way to find out.

"Why are you so eager for this?"

"Eager? Because you excite me." Her voice was husky and would have been outstanding for phone sex. She used the word "excite" like a sword, drawing it out to be wielded and wary of. Was she trying to seduce me?

"Being eager for this doesn't bode well for you though," I offered.

She shook her head slightly. "It doesn't make you my master just because I want you."

True. Sex wasn't everything and I knew that quite well. "If I asked what it would take to make me your master, would you tell me?" Yes, I was naïve.

She shook her head.

"Then I guess I'll have to find out," I said as I held out my hand. All I needed was to touch her skin in some way and I could get a glimpse of her memories and try to determine what made Vikkor her master. Then I had to figure out a way to convince her that Vikkor did not make a good master. Sure.

Alexandria looked at my offered hand, "What? You want to shake hands like warriors about to do battle or something?"

I thought about that for a second and nodded. "Something like that."

She shook her head again. "I may have been standing still as my Mistress instructed, but I was still paying attention. You gain something with touch, especially skin-to-skin."

She was sharp. That didn't help. I started to grab for her but she pulled away just out of reach. She wiggled her finger in my face. "Uh-uh-uh, no touching." She was teasing me and it was working. I wanted to touch her and with the playful smile, the eager glint, and mouthwatering display of cleavage, I had more than one reason to hold her. I was feeling the same pangs of lust as she was. Maybe Vikkor had modified her as she had Mandy. Then a different thought drifted to the front of my mind, maybe my own reluctance to have sex was affecting me.

Yesterday I had given in to it at almost every turn and it surprised me to find out just how much I could do and still want more. Earlier today hadn't been too bad. Merging with Nadia fed our hungers quite a bit. Then Yvonne in the shower was a touch more but it still wasn't as much as the day before. Now, I not only had more women longing for me but I wanted them too. I think I liked the idea of it being Vikkor's fault better.

Alexandria strolled around me as Vikkor had done with Chloe. She took her time checking out my goods and even gave my backside a generous squeeze. Maybe she didn't have as much control as I had thought. Well, if I wasn't allowed to touch her, maybe I could get her to touch me. I didn't want it to really be that kind of game, but if it still accomplished the challenge Vikkor set me to, then so much the better. I'd enjoy Alexandria and piss off Vikkor all in one gloriously wet session.

I looked Alexandria over again as she came back around in front. Her legs were well tanned and toned. I could almost feel the move of her muscles under her skin as I slid my thigh along hers. Granted it was just my imagination, but I could almost swear I felt it. I still had my pants on and it felt like one of her tight, strong thighs had grazed mine. I looked up further. The only thing covering her sex was the same thin leather thong she had worn since delivering the invitation that morning. Just as I remembered, her lips were full and I wondered if they were heated with her desire. Again it felt as if I had actually reached out and touched her, felt her heat, felt the fullness of her lips. At the same time I caught a slight intake of breath from Alexandria.

"What are you doing?" she asked through gritted teeth. "You're not supposed to touch me." Her breathing was getting heavier.

I didn't really know what I was doing. Maybe it was an extension of my ability to feel someone's emotions, my Empathy. It had nothing to do with feelings, except the kind used by skin. The primary emotion between the two of us was lust. Both of us wanted to just strip and throw down there on the mural rug, but we were resisting, playing against each other to see who would last longer. As long as we didn't touch it wouldn't go any further for either of us, but something had to get the game moving. It could have even been a focused form of my Charm, making her feel what I wanted to feel. The second edge of that sword was that I felt it too. It felt just as real to me as to her. Whatever it was, I would continue using it.

Imagining what her lips would taste like, the feel of her skin along her jaw and neck with my tongue, and soft kisses along a collar bone before dipping down into the crevice formed by her compressed flesh, I thought about what I wanted to do with her. Alexandria reacted to my thoughts not only in the way I saw it, but just as quickly. It was an interesting thing, something to play with later and find out the limits of. I had plenty of volunteers for that kind of game.

Alexandria ended up standing a hair's breathe away from me. Her lips close enough to mine to touch with a sharp intake of breath. Her tits were already fully pressed to my chest, but that was the only part of her touching me. To me it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel her skin, to taste those lips, to explore her body with tongue, fingers, lips, and other things. I never moved as I continued imagining the naughty things we could enjoy and she began to shudder. Her breathing came faster and heavier. Suddenly she threw her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine, shoving her tongue deep into my welcoming mouth.

I held her as she devoured me as readily as I had imagined the same. The exploring became real, the feel of skin and other things just as wonderful. I was as drawn to her as she was to me and the shirt and vest I had put back on but never buttoned was lost on the floor. I had groped at her ass, felt the wetness of her first orgasm, but I wanted to feel those large globes hidden behind the leather pressed to my bared chest. Alexandria felt what I was thinking and she reached up to start untying the bustier while maintaining the lip lock. A few pulls on the string to draw it out of the eye holes and the garment was loose enough for her to shimmy out of. With it went her panties.

We had already been feeling each other and skin-to-skin contact had been made, but I had been so distracted by her body that I forgot my goal of finding out more about her. I didn't want to just take her memories, but I wasn't sure she would volunteer.

"I need to know you..." I didn't know how to put it so she would understand.

"Yes..." she answered, "know this..." and she pressed her hard nipples into my chest. Moans escaped both of us and we lost ourselves to more groping and kissing. I didn't care who was watching or what was supposed to be happening, I wanted her now.

Lifting Alexandria by her ass, I brought up those full throbbing nipples to my lips. Tongue and teeth joined in as I pulled at her buds. She wrapped herself around me and we ended up on the floor. Hands and mouths were busy; my mind was so distracted I didn't realize my pants were open until I felt her hands on me. How my pants got off didn't matter, it allowed me to maneuver around to enter the intoxicating woman lying before me. I didn't want to be gentle. I wanted to pound her into the floor. I felt how tight she was. I pushed, wanting to go deeper. Then I felt the same warm liquid pass through me to her and she opened up, accepting all of me. All control was lost to the exquisite feel of her thrumming walls groping at my length just as her hands had the moment before.

Our calls echoed in the near muted room. Both of us writhed on the floor, reaching climaxes almost simultaneously. However, our mutual lusts didn't subside with the quick romp. A change of position put us on our sides with me spooned up behind her. My arms were wrapped around her, hands kneading breasts. She didn't say anything as she pressed onto my invading organ. Normally a position to cuddle and take things slowly, we didn't. Slapping could be heard and our breathing played supporting parts to the seductive music. There was no thinking, only our bodies working to get what we needed.

After our second explosive release, I finally felt sated and lay back on the mural rug. Alexandria curled up against me with my left arm still pinned under her. She pulled my hand around to her immense boobs and smothered it with her cleavage. The rug would probably suffer stains from our affectionate boffing, but that wasn't my concern. I had to get back on track. However, Mandy chose that time to crawl up and see if I had anything to offer her.