Devil's Whore

2.

Mary looked at Helga until she was in the distance back to the bar. Taking a small breath she pulled the chair across him and sat down, folding her hands on the table. "So how can I help you?" She cocked her brow lightly as she narrowed her eyes with a small smirk.

"I don't know, Mary. I've been informed, you're not a whore. So I don't know, if you could help me." James trailed his eyes over her face, down to her neckline,lower to the last bit of her long messy braid made from her red hair.

Looking at him as the light of his eyes followed her features, she smiled foxily and pondered. Slowly she stood up and straddle his lap as he sat under the dimming light of the tavern. His hat was hiding his gaze and she removed it to wear it on her own head. "I'm not a whore, pretty lad." She almost whispered inches from his face. "But it depends. If you want me for someone else.." she slowly trailed her fingers on the forearm of his black coat. "... I'm not."

"Would you be whore for me then?" He asked, looking deep into her eyes. Her essence was mesmerizing, same as her whole appearance. "Would you do anything, I'd ask for?" He questioned again, yanking skirt from her knee up till his hand vanished between her legs. She wore no underwear as women of her social status usually didn't and looking at her slightly trembling lips, he slipped one finger into her slit. Slowly moving it in and out, he found her already wet and ready. "Would you?" He whispered, adding second finger.

The slow pacing of his fingers slipping deep inside her, made her head spin. Mary wasn't a shallow person,a realist maybe, but the physical attraction between them was enormous. She shivered slightly and her lashes flattered, when he dip a second finger inside her. "I think, you already have an answer." It's for you, she thought. The heat in my body, the wetness on my sex it's all for you. She remained for a moment, enjoying his attention that made her want to groan loudly. Slowly she took off his hand from her skirts and raised it up to his lips. He parted them and sucked on them without breaking eyes from her. Mary smirked foxily, watching him licking up her heat and stood up. Slowly she walked towards the bar and took the key for a room upstairs. Looking behind her shoulder, she bit her lip, when she saw him standing up to follow. She walked upstairs and found the room. She kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, waiting for him to come in.

"I will want it back," he said, entering the room, looking at his hat on her head. He locked the door, because if somebody interrupted him, he would be able to kill that moment. "Even though, I must admit, it suits you," he told her, taking off his coat, that he threw on the chair next to doorway. Her taste on his tongue left him craving for her. Hungry. Eager. To taste her more. He stopped a step from her and looked down at her. A dagger landed under her chin and he rose her face to look at him. Sharp move ruined her corset. He wasn't about to waist time with some straps and tyings. The moment she opened her mouth to say something, he put the edge of his dagger on her lips. "Ah ah," he shook his head, keeping her quiet. Kneeling down he took off her underdress and threw it away. With hands on her knees, he opened her wide for him to have a great acces to her cunt, that was wet and smelled sweetly, same as it tasted. Licking her between her folds, he pulled her by her hips to the edge of bed and worked on her sex with his teeth, his tongue.

Everything happened so fast that Mary only got to grab the sheets of the bed to brace herself. A lustful moan escaped her trembling lips and her hand came behind his head and pulled him closer. She couldn't remember something equally good happen to her in a bed with a man. His tongue was flat on her burning cunt, sucking, licking her deep, biting and grinding his whiskers on her sensitive skin. Her legs started to shake and unconsciously she swayed her hips on his lips. Soon her eyes rolled back and her core turned into fire.

That moment his tongue found way inside her. Crawling inch by inch, deep and deeper. Thrusting into her, while he sucked on her slit, till he felt her clenching and her voice got loud. Moans sweet, but yearning. God, how he enjoyed that lustful moaning. No, she didn't sound like a whore. They usually faked their moans to please the man. Their cunts so used and wide, they couldnt' feel cock even if horse was fucking them. But her moans told him, that she was the one, who was pleased and that made him satisfied. She felt him, she accepted him and she was enjoying this. The sweet liquid, that squirmed into his mouth was a prove, he did his work well, same as her hands, holding conculsively on his shoulders and short gasps.