Lost in Paradise (Closed)

[Sensualista]

As soon as Ava walked out of the door, Heather stepped towards Devon's hands, collapsing into them. The many different experiences of this day had been an emotional rollercoaster ride that had drained her completely. Whilst Ava has still been near, the sexual charge and energy of a long unfuflilled desire suddenly being explored had held Heather up and alert, unaware of the true state of her fatigue.

His gentle hands just held and dried her as she began to sob. She had never before cried this much in her entire life as she had since she had gotten to this place. His arms were strong and comforting as Heather nuzzled against his chest.

Gently he helped her to step out of the tub when she seemed sturdier.
"I am sorry" she said, brushing her tears away with her hands, ashamed at the vulnerability she had displayed again in front of this stranger. "Something hearty would be great, maybe steak, but I'll leave it to you", she whispered, still not quite knowing how to deal with her rapidly changing circumstances from free woman to slave to lesbian to temporary house guest. It was all just too much for Heather, her ability to process thoughts and emotions overwhelmed.

She glanced up at Devon, her arms running around his neck, holding onto him, drawing his face and lips closer to her as she aimed to take refuge the only way she knew...

 

[LucianDevine]

Though a normal person would have been surprised when Heather all but collapsed, Devon was ready. The young woman had been through so much, and he was anything but surprised at her collapsed when the adrenaline stopped running through her previously sexually charged body.

The tears that followed as he wrapped a towel around her were a bit more surprising, but he was more than happy to hold her close while she got it out of her system.

Only after Heather's tears stopped flowing did Devon truly start to work on drying her. He took his time, giving her just a bit longer to regain her strength before finally helping her out of the tub. He heard her words about dinner, but they were more of a passing thought to him just then. He was more focused on the woman speaking them.

Heather's next move was as surprising as the tears that preceded it. He didn't step away from her as she lifted her arms to encircle his neck, though, and he gladly let the towel slip free of his grasp as he moved his hands to her cheeks. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Heather." He said softly as he finally let his deep blue gaze find her emerald one.

Devon found himself reluctant when Heather made to pull his head and lips down to hers, but pushing it aside as his lips found hers. One arm dropped down to wrap around her and hold her close as his other hand slid to the back of her head, holding her without force to their tender and passionate kiss.

 

[Sensualista]

Devon had a really strange, very pleasant and unassuming way about him. He was there, solidly holding her, his strong arms holding the unpredictable world at bay. At the same time there was a gentleness, a give in him, as though he could easily shape himself into whatever was needed in the moment.

Heather didn't relly know what she needed, her head spinning from everything that had happened, every boundary she had crossed today. She was reaching out sexually and indeed, she desired the young man in front of her, but maybe just being held would also be fine?

Their kiss was sweet, quickly making her mind up for her. Heather gave herself to the moment, leaving all the confusion and turmoil at least temporarily behind. She clung to Devon as her head rested on her shoulder, drinking in his warmth.

Right here was maybe the safest and most comforting place she had ever experienced. "Please don't let go", she asked so softly, she couldnt be sure he heard.

 

[LucianDevine]

When Heather moved to press her head against his shoulder, Devon gladly held the beautiful young woman close. He heard her words, which made him smile, but didn't say anything. He let his actions speak for him as he lowered his lips to press a tender kiss to the top of her head.

Devon found himself torn how he wanted to proceed. The two of them could likely linger like this for hours if they desired it, and while cuddling with her was an enticing thought, this wasn't exactly the best place for it.

Without saying a word he let his hands slide slowly down her back until they reached the slight swell of her ass. Only then did he add a bit of force and lift her off her feet. The smile on his face widened when he felt her legs wrap around his waist. He moved slowly towards the doorway and into the bedroom, and when he reached the bed he very carefully lowered her to sit on the bed.

"I have to let go Heather, but just for a minute, I promise."

Devon had to force himself to pull his hands from her, but even then it was with obvious reluctance. He then moved quickly towards the head of the bed. He then turned towards her and beckoned her towards him before opening his arms to hold her if she chose to come.

"Come get some rest Heather. I know how exhausted you must be."

 

[Sensualista]

Heather squeeled slightly when Devon lifted her up, quickly clinging to him, wrapping her long legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He was strong and gentle, a combination which warmed Heather deeply.

He put her down so gently onto the bed, as though she was made of the most fragile glass. After a moment he was there, on the bed, his arms open, calling to her. Quickly Heather scooted along the bed to come to rest in his arms again. She sighed contently as the warmth of his body flooded her, relaxing her at ther very core.

As she snuggled closer into him, she could feel something stirring against her leg. Heather's wide green eyes looked up into his as her hand gently found his crotch.
"You didn't cum, did you", she asked softly, her hand gently stroking him as her gaze held his.

"How did it feel to fuck my ass", Heather whispered, her hand continuing its rhythm relentlessly, as her mouth parted slightly. "Did you enjoy fucking me there", she enquired huskily as her legs opened for him.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon's heart actually leaped when Heather slid up the bed to join him. He gladly closed his arms around her when she was close enough to do so. A soft sigh slipped from him when he felt the warmth of her body relax against him and snuggle closer. His bodies reaction to her closeness made it more than evident how he felt about holding her so close.

Heather's questions caught Devon off guard, but not as much as the feeling of her hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it with a steady and relentless pace.

A small smile crept to Devon's face as he held Heather's gaze. "As tempting a vixen as you are, Heather, it was not worth the punishment I would have received for cumming without permission. You are in training now, and unlike the last time we were together, I did not have permission to cum."

Devon hoped that Heather's actions and evident arousal would distract her from the fact that he avoided her questions. He did have answers to them, but he feared that his answers would trigger a relapse of sorts for her, and that was something he was hoping to avoid.

 

[Sensualista]

"A vixen, am I", Heather asked with wide innocent eyes as her hand continued its caress of Devon's pleasingly large cock.

"Who knows who and what I am anymore", she added in a slightly more serious tone, almost a whisper.

"So, what does it mean that I am 'in training'. Anything I should know?", she asked softly, her green eyes seeking answers in his. "Do we need permission to...", Heather left the sentence incomplete but her hand was leaving the remainder easy to guess.

"Being with Ava, it was just so... Incredible... I got so turned on, I dont think I can go to sleep in this state", she murmured, her soft lips parting invitingly.

So far sex was about the only familiar thing here and it was proving a lifeline for Heather's otherwise unrecognisable and confusing as hell predicament. Devon felt good. Warm, safe, strong... And the way he had made her cum in the shower was still fresh on her mind. She wanted more of that and if she had to be a vixen to get it, so be it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Heather's somewhat innocent question while her hand was still working on his cock pulled a soft chuckle from Devon. "You are both beautiful and tempting, Heather..." Devon started softly as he moved a hand to cup her cheek. Her next question was more serious, but his eyes and face remained soft and calm as he answered it. "Simply put, "in training" means that you have not yet been assigned or approved to do anything unsupervised. Fully trained and approved staff members have duties and jobs that they attend to each day and do without being told unless something special or unexpected happens. Until you are fully trained and approved you will always be supervised, and sometimes escorted, as you do and perform the tasks that you are specifically instructed to do.

The rest of Heather's words brought another smile back to Devon's lips. Before he responded to them, though, he leaned forward and let his lips press against hers, which had parted so enticingly. He let his tongue flick against her top lip before extending past them to search out hers. When he found it, he let the two firm and supple muscles press against each other before rolling his over and around hers as he explored the full of her mouth. With one hand still cupping her cheek, Devon applied just a hint of pressure on her shoulder, easing her to her back as he moved slowly on top of her. His other hand slid behind her head, his fingertips massaging her scalp just briefly before he let it fist in her lovely blond hair. He pulled her lips from his with just a hint of force, wanting to pull a gasp from the young woman as he let his lips feather across her cheek towards her ear.

"The only permission I need to enjoy your body is yours, Heather." Devon whispered heatedly against her ear before lightly gripping the lobe between his teeth. When he released it his lips pounced upon her neck, sucking hard at the sensitive pulse point. "Are you sure you are up for it, though?" He whispered against her neck this time as one of his hands slid down the full length of her form, taking it's time as it traced every curve of her body before dipping between her thighs. "I figured that you would be quite sensitive after everything you've been through today." Despite his words, Devon's hand didn't hesitate in it's movements. He lifted his gaze to watch Heather's face and reactions as he let his fingers brush against first her red and abused labia before dipping between them to circle her entrance. His gaze was intense as he watched and studied the young woman, especially when his fingers slid up the full length of her abused sex to finally brush over and slowly circle her red and inflamed clit.

 

[Sensualista]

His lips on her were tender and sweet as his tongue explored her mouth gently, fanning the fires of desire that her time with Ava had ignited in Heather.

Her hand on Devon's cock was clasping firmer now in response to his kiss, which clearly left her wanting more.

"The only permission I need to enjoy your body is yours Heather", he whipered hotly into her ear as his strong from pressed her against the bed. How she loved the sound of his resonant voice and the feel of his masculine torso against her softness.

Heather winced and mewled when his gentle touch found her sex. she was sore and yet her body responded, eagerly stretching towards his hand, needing another release after the intense experiences of this evening. Having finally admitted her own sapphic desires and acted upon them had released a huge wave of arousal in Heather, which had only been stoked by ava's orgasm.

"Please go slow and gentle", she whispered as her large green eyes found his and her hand softly drew him closer into another kiss. "But yes, I do need this, devon", she added in a soft whisper, a moan following as his finger found her clit. Heathers hips had started swaying abck and forth rhytmically, leaving no doubt to her readiness to be taken again, should Devon feel thus inclined.

 

[LucianDevine]

Heather's reactions to his tender touches on her pussy were as Devon expected. He saw the brief wince cross her face, but also heard the soft mewl that followed. If the mewl wasn't enough of an indicator of what she wanted, though, the rhythmic clenching of her hand on his cock, the steady rolling of her hips towards his fingers, and of course her words would have more than made things clear.

"As you wish."

Devon said simply as he leaned down to kiss her once more. Even in that kiss, though, his hand wasn't idle. He let it glide down the full length of her pussy and up once more, carrying some of her juices with it. He then circled her clit with his fingers once more, coating the sensitive nub before letting his fingers slide down her pussy once more.

Though he was reluctant to do so, Devon broke the tender kiss and pulled back from her, but only far enough for him to observe her reactions to his initial ministrations. When the wince that had come previously when he touched her clit didn't return he added just a bit more pressure as he pressed first against the hood of her clit, then the sensitive nub itself. He kept going, though, knowing that the movement would imitate a flicking sensation on her clit. He let his finger slide down the full length of her pussy to her opening, which was more than wet enough for him to push just the tip of his finger into her. He didn't go any farther than just his fingertip, though, but circled it several times with just enough force to tease and stimulate. When his finger abandoned her opening it slid up the full length of her slit once more, brushing over her clit like he'd done initially. He repeated his gentle ministrations again and again, adding a bit of pressure here and letting up a bit there, taking his cues from her reactions.

 

[Sensualista]

Devons gentle and skillful ministrations catapulted Heather to a place of blissful sensations. Her mouth parted in a slight "oh" as he touched her clit ever so gently, teasing and caressing her overused body to readiness yet again.

The rhythm of her hips met the strokes of his fingers, seeking his touch like the thirsting flower turned towards the rain. Her gasps, moans and sounds of pleasure rewarded Devon's soft, patient and sensual approach to her.

"Where did you ever get so skilled with a woman's body", she whispered, her eyes closed, her head rolling gently from side to side as he was using her exquisite sensitivity to take her to new heights.

"Aaahh", she moaned when his fingertip entered her pussy, teasing her opening and enticing her sex to get ready for his manhood. "Oh yes", Heather whimpered, her hand finding his hair, caressing and stroking him as he teased her deliciously.

Heather's hand continued her rhythmic stroking of Devons cock, which was now pleasingly standing at its full prowess. "Mmmmhhh", she moaned as his fingers found her clit again. "You are driving me crazy, please dont stop".

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon drank in every sound and reaction that he pulled from Heather, each one of which sent a surge within him, a surge that always ended with his hard and eager cock jumping and throbbing within her hand. There was a small half smile on his face as he looked down at the beautiful young woman before him and watched the way her body responded to each thing he did.

"High school is a great place for learning things like this..." Devon started softly as he let his right hand continue to work it's magic on her ever-responding pussy. Her hand in his hair prompted him to do something similar.

"I was the kind of guy that girls talked about, but for all the right reasons." His words this time came with the backs of his fingertips brushing along her cheek down towards her neck.

"I was willing to do whatever the girls wanted. Whether she wanted an ear to talk to, a shoulder to lean or cry on, a single booty call, or a fuck buddy, my phone was always on."

When Devon's fingers finally trailed down the full length of her neck he switched to a kneading motion, pressing his thumb and fingers into Heather's yielding flesh to work out any tension he might find.

"As it turns out, you don't need to be a star athlete for a high profile sport to be popular with the ladies." Devon said as he forced himself to release his grip on her shoulder. He was still looking at her and studying her as he let his hand glide down the full length of her curvy body, even as he forced himself to pull his cock out of her reach.

"I took my time with each of them, learning what they liked and didn't like." This time Devon's words came as his left hand reached leg and continued it's slow but steady journey down to her foot. He also forced himself to remove his fingers from her wet and aroused pussy, something he was only so reluctant to do, knowing what he intended to do next.

"Hell, I might almost have come to this life in my own time, given how much I enjoy the female body and enjoy making the woman feel as good as I possibly can.

Devon's final words came as both of hands reached her feet. He lowered himself to his stomach and eased himself between her spread thighs, sliding up the bed until her legs were hooked over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal was strong and intoxicating, drawing him forward like a moth to a flame. His tongue slipped from between his lips to press against and between her swollen labia. A soft sigh slipped from him as he tasted her for the first time. He didn't delay too long, though, before easing his tongue slowly up the full length of her warm and glistening pussy. He ended that long and full lick with a single light flick of her clit.

 

[Sensualista]

Heather struggled to keep her attention on Devon's words as his hands continued to tease and entice her body.

It seemed his skill came from years of thorough dedication to the female form and its pleasure from a fairly young age.

The way he alternated relaxing massage and arousing caress took Heather to a deeper and deeper level of surrender. Her mind, after all it had been through today, could no longer distinguish, instead relaxing to a degree it never had before, simply letting him and the sensations he so expertly was creating in her body in.

Her back was starting to arch as her hips matched the rhythm of his fingers on her sex, soft moans enticing him to not make her wait too long for the release both her mind and her body were craving for.

She mewled in displeasure when his hands left her dripping pussy, her hips stretching against nothingness, trying to keep the glorious sensation of his fingers going. Yes, the way he massaged her feet felt delicious and yet after he had just teased her sex, her feet felt like a rather significant step down in intensity.

When she felt Devon lowering himself between her legs, Heather's breath caught. She could only imagine what a man as skilled with his fingers could do with his tongue. Heather didn't need to wait very long until she felt the soft and moist caress of his mouth on her dewy folds. Her hands clasped his hair as his tongue found her clit, a moan of deep need escaping her lips as she pushed her hips against him.

His attentions, soft, rhythmic, steady, gentle and precise soon had Heather's eyes closed, her breath rapid, her heart beating as she was writhing in the ecstasy her skilled lover was creating.

"Yes, just like that. Oh my god, yes", she moaned, knowing that she was completely in his hands, as whenever she pushed closer he pulled away, pacing her arousal to please his plans.

 

[LucianDevine]

Heather's reactions to the brief bit of time that he'd abandoned her pussy were absolutely adorable. They matched her bodies reactions to his ministrations perfectly, leaving no questions in his mind about how much she was enjoying what he was doing and that she wanted more. The slight hitch in her breathing also made it perfectly clear what she thought about what he was about to do, as did her hands when they quickly gripped his hair.

The hardest thing for Devon to do just then was to go slow. He knew what both her brain and her body wanted, and while this experience was indeed for her, he was enjoying it far too much to shove her over the edge and likely into the realm of painfully sensitive. As such, every time Heather tried to pull his head to her pussy he held firm. Similarly, every time she tried to push her hips towards his pleasure-giving tongue, he backed up, keeping himself right where he wanted to be as his tongue continued to tease and arouse her.

Despite his actions, though, Devon had no intention of denying the glistening pussy before him, or even torturing it for too long. With every long and slow stroke of his tongue down her slit he added just a bit more pressure, as well as pushing his long and flat tongue into her clenching opening. Likewise, every upstroke came with comparable pressure and speed, even as he circled her distended and sensitive clit.

Time and again, Devon repeated his ministrations, building Heather's pleasure higher and higher with every iteration. Only when he was truly satisfied did he finally do what he knew Heather wanted. He let his tongue circle her clit one final time before finally pouncing on it with his lips. His grip on her lips locked into place, ensuring that she was powerless to pull away or push forward. He sucked hard on her clit while also flicking it with merciless pressure at an unrelenting pace. Everything up until now had been about Heather's pleasure and arousal. He knew what she wanted and that her body was ready for it, and he was not going to stop or even let up until she got the orgasm that she so desperately craved.