Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 14 (Explicit)

SARA: I know now what true bliss feels like. Nyssa'a body entangled in mine as she kisses me for what seems like forever. I never want to let go of her.

Our love-making plays in my head on repeat. And now, as we lay here, kissing each other, I want her again...

I pull from her lips. "Nyssa," I say biting my lip.

"Yes, my love?" she purrs and kisses my neck.

"How did you...you know..." I say shyly, "...so...quickly?"

She looks at me for a moment. "Sara, I beg you not to feel embarrassed," she strokes my face. "Now what are you trying to ask me?"

I am embarrassed. I've never climaxed so intensely before...

"How did you get me to come so...efficiently?" I mumble, my face turning red.

"Erogenous stimulation, Belovèd." she smiles. "Why?"

"It's just...it's never been that intense before..."

"Well, you have only been with American boys. Many aren't taught properly about female anatomy."

"...yeah...well I guess I wasn't taught properly either..."

She sighs. "Well, I suppose it's fortunate that I am here to teach you," she says smirking.

"Very fortunate..." I bite my lip as she takes the hint and moves down my pelvis.

She strokes the lips. "These are labia majora and minora..."

"Uhuh..." I say watching her.

She gently slides her finger over my clit and rubs it slowly as I start to breathe more heavily. "And this little button here is the clitoris. My personal favorite."

A moan escapes through one of my breaths so I bite my lip, holding it back.

"I assume it's yours as well," she says kissing my thigh once. She stops rubbing and touches my canal's entrance. "And this," she says sliding her finger in slowly, "Well, I know you know what this is. But as you may notice when I stroke your front wall right about...here...," she says stroking upward.

I grip the sheets.

She continues, "...that it feels delightful. This is called the Gräfenberg spot."

"I wish sex ed would've taught us this..." I breathe out.

She smiles. "It is never too late to learn," she says kissing my thigh.

"You're a great teacher."

She kisses my belly then looks at me. She starts to pulsate her finger inside me, rubbing the g-spot, then adds her second finger as she caresses my clit with her soft lips.

My hands and toes grip the sheets harder and she strokes my body as I approach climax once again.

NYSSA: Poor Americans and their abstinence proclamations and their poor education on sex. I find it strange that they find an absolutely normal human behavior to be wrong or appalling. I scoff at them for trying to belittle a wonderful and natural occurrence amongst humankind.

Even my soulless father knows such a fact. He taught me that it was normal to want human connection and to want to share my body with others as long as I kept my emotions unattached from those I share it with. He also said that it is normal to fall in love, but I was to never take anyone into my heart, for I was his heir.

The Demon's head mustn't have any loved ones, for love is weakness in the League. I've been successful thus far until I failed irrevocably when I fell into Sara's heart. And now I share my soul and everything else with this American girl. This poor American girl who's soul may be ripped apart because of this place.

I'll do anything to protect her, even if it costs me great pain. My father will surely do as much if he were to find out my feelings. But alas, he does not need to know. To him, Sara is just another toy for me to play with, but to me, she is my world...

As I lay here with her head resting on my shoulder and arm wrapped around me, I feel her eyes glued onto me as I stare at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks me.

I'd rather not ruin this for her by telling her the truth of my thoughts and worries, so I'll pick out the good bits.

I move my face to look at her and smile softly. "I was just thinking about how I'd never expected to ever feel this way for someone."

"You mean love?" She pries.

I sigh and kiss her head. "Yes, Belovèd."

"You've never fallen in love before?"

"No. I'm not supposed to. Why? Have you?"

She looks away for a moment. "Yeah. Lots of times. I used to fall in and out of love a lot."

"Used to?"

She becomes bashful. "Well, I have a feeling that...you're different..." she mumbles."

I smile. "And how so?"

She perplexes for a moment. "I don't know what it is...but this feels different. Not because you're a girl but...like it's what you see in the movies or something. Like it's so real that it feels unreal. I don't know..."

"Well, you're certainly different from anyone I've been acquainted with." I say.

"What? Because I'm American?" She asks.

I smile and look deep into her eyes. "No. You're different from anyone I've met because you have a soul. A beautiful and perfect soul. And that's why I'll always try to protect you. I may have rescued you from the shores of purgatory, but you rescued me from a life of loneliness."

She smiles then props herself up on her elbow and kisses me. "I love you, Nyssa."

I smile and kiss her once again. "And I, you, Belovèd."

She kisses me once more. "You really tired me out today," she lays back down on my shoulder. "And I don't just mean from the mind blowing sex, although that's a big part of it," she says smirking playfully.

I chuckle softly. "Yes, Belovèd. You have had a long day. Rest now, for the days to come will be just as long."

I take her and stroke her hair softly until she finally falls asleep in my arms.