Perplexia's Pool Palace

[Perplexia]

Swims over to the side, eyes wide with excitement

Oh my, sounds like either option would be lots and lots of fun...thank you...

You're welcome, lets hope you can stay out of trouble long enough for me to make it happen.

 

[Britwitch]

You're welcome, lets hope you can stay out of trouble long enough for me to make it happen.

tries to look innocent

Stay out of trouble? But of course I shall...

grins before disappearing beneath the water and resurfacing in the centre and floating on her back

What trouble could I possibly get into here...?

 

[Perplexia]

tries to look innocent

Stay out of trouble? But of course I shall...

grins before disappearing beneath the water and resurfacing in the centre and floating on her back

What trouble could I possibly get into here...?

with you there is no telling. *nods. You are as mischievousness as can be. An to think they have the nerve to call me naughty ha.

 

[Britwitch]

with you there is no telling. *nods. You are as mischievousness as can be. An to think they have the nerve to call me naughty ha.

swims slowly up the pool on her back, grinning widely

Well, I promise to try and stay out of trouble...but if it finds me, I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to keep it at bay...but I'll do my best...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Stealthily emerging from the bushes, the wild elfling approaches the water's edge. There are few things in the world like elf stealth. Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, she slips into the deep end, moving silently towards her prey. Only her eyes and forehead are above the water, occasionally her nose, only to breathe and catch the scent of her prey.

Like a silent crocodile she moves through the water, intent on the one at the water's edge, distracted as she is with conversation with the Mistress. Her prey's nude and delectable form, held supported by the edge of the pool, tempts and tantalizes her with it's promise of delicious sensations to be explored.

Like her cousin, the Nixie, she eases through the water to her unsuspecting prey. Ten feet away.....now five......two....within reach now. All her senses fixated and intent on her target. She submerges, drawn to the scissoring legs holding her prey afloat. Between those creamy thighs is her goal, a tempting bait indeed. The Nixie-elf slips between those legs, her mouth holding her last breath. She springs her 'attack', her mouth opening to clamp soft lips over a pretty mound of flesh, split up the middle. Her hands clamp over smooth buttocks, pulling that delicious sex towards her hungry mouth.

As soon as the seal is made, she blows her last breath into the sexy orifice, the escaping bubbles offering their own teasing texture to her intended sensation. Inside, she giggles to herself. Mischief managed!*

 

[Britwitch]

The Witchling has an inkling that something is coming but the inkling comes too late to be of any real use. A loud exclamation leaves her lips as warmth is pressed between her thighs, hands hold onto her rear and the shock of what's happening causes her legs to cease functioning and she slips beneath the surface.

Eyes widen as the culprit is spotting. She struggles a little, hands pulling through golden locks, mouth opening in surprise, bubbles flying towards the surface but she doesn't really try to escape. Pulling hands start to push head closer, begging without words.

Looks like trouble found her after all. Damn but that Elf is good!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The first taste is all I anticipated it would be, and only makes me want more. The fingers entwined in my hair are spur to my intentions, and saving just enough of my air, I let my tongue dip between those delicious folds, now parted by the bubbles. Deep inside that tempting orifice I probe, my nose buried in the soft cleft, both lips working to open her above and below. My hands hold her tightly to me, gliding over her butt and upwards behind to hold her hips.

For a moment only can I linger, savoring the taste of my prey, my victory at the success of my stalking. Then I must surface, the last of my air exhausted. I come to the surface in her arms, smiling, eyes brightly shining with the glint of lusty intent as my lips seek hers.*

 

[Britwitch]

Every sigh, every moan, sends more silent bubbles to the surface. I can feel my lungs starting to burn with the lack of oxygen but not as much as my body is burning with need, especially when compared to the cool water surrounding us. My hips rock slowly against her mouth before we both have to give in and push upwards, breaking through into the air.

I managed to take two gulps of air before smooth, wet lips are pressed against mine. Arms loop around slender shoulders, back arches to push breast against breast. The kiss is slow, sensual, tasting, savouring. Quiet sounds of water lapping as we drift back towards the side of the pool punctuated with the sounds of lips meeting, of soft feminine sighs.

With a lusty smile of my own I manage eventually to whisper in between kisses.

Looks like you got me...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The kiss takes my breath away...again. And as I struggle to regain my thoughts, her words make me wonder.*

Did I? Or did you get me? One never knows with a witch and all. There may be enchantment at work. You may have trapped me after all. But with such tempting bait, how could I resist?

*Another kiss, my lips moving on hers, taking turns yielding and resisting, passive and accepting, then taking the lead, claiming, possessing her mouth with mine. It's a dance as old as time, played out with different dancers, but always the same in the end.*

I'd love to give in to temptation again.

 

[Britwitch]

Lips, teeth, tongues, all combining and working in unison to try and undo one another. My hands slide over slick flesh, back into the water down her back, following the curves and lines of her stunning figure.

The question is not how could you resist...but why would you...?

I smile against her lips before the kiss continues, hungry then gentle, hard then soft, then something more intense, something more primal. I feel that familiar thrum deep inside as her kiss possesses my mouth, for there is no other word for it.

...Then I shall do all I can to tempt you...

Fingers dance over skin, moving over her stomach, gliding higher to cup a breast, thumb stroking, circling stiffened peak. Taking a breath before ducking under the surface to replace my thumb with my mouth. Dark hair fanning out around me as lips encircle and mouth sucks.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips quietly into the hot tub to warm up*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The promise made must be kept. It is the way of the sidhe and the witch knows it too. All woodland kind lives by it, and we two are no exception. My fingers glide through her silken hair, twirling and swirling in the water as her lips find my nipple, pulling my soul from my breast and leaving tingles of pleasure in it's stead, rippling along my nerves to my center, like water along a creek bed.

My hands hold her to me as my back arches, my body straining and yearning for hers. My body knows. We want more. More of her; want her to have more of us. And while the water supports us both in it's cradling cooling embrace, it's not the best place to play.

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her from the pool, no words needing to be spoken between us. Up the steps and to my own room, where a little sleeping form takes up half the bed. With a smile, I push her to one side, wrapping the blanket around her. Then I pat the bed, inviting my guest to be comfortable as I turn to the dresser.

The top drawer yields the satin scarves, the second drawer.....well, that's a surprise. Stretching the scarves between my hands, I turn and approach the witch.

"Hands and feet, outstretched. Don't knock the halfling off the bed, not yet. If she awakens and wants to play, I'll save some for her. If not, I get you all to myself."

 

[Britwitch]

With superhuman strength, I manage to suppress the whine that rises in my throat when my lips are eased away from their prize. Knowing smiles are exchanged and soon bare feet are carrying us away from the pool and up the steps to the boudoir beyond.
Smiling almost shyly as I spy the form slumbering on the bed, the smile widening as Halfling is gently moved to the side without waking.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching with curious eyes as the Elf delves into the drawers of her dresser. Trying to guess, trying to see, what might be coming. Satin scarves come into view. I can almost feel their cool smoothness against my skin as she runs them through her fingers.

I follow her instructions without question. Swivelling slightly so that my legs are up on the bed, pointing out in front of me and my arms mimic their position in the air above, wrists together.

"I'll try not to disturb her..."

I promise, my eyes meeting hers and sparkling with barely contained anticipation. Lips smiling, breathing ever so slightly more shallow than it was when we first entered the room.

"And until she wakes, or until you're done...whichever comes first...I'm all yours..."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Smiling warmly, I wrap the first scarf around her wrists, tying them securely together, then stretching them over her head, fastening her bound wrists to the post at the headboard. Another scarf fastens one ankle to the bottom corner post, and the other to the opposite side. The halfling's sleeping form doesn't stretch even halfway down the bed so there is no interference.*

Now I know that this limits what you can do to contribute to our fun, but I promise, there are only winners to this game.

*Turning back to the drawer, I find one more scarf, folding it carefully until it just fits over her eyes. Tying the blindfold behind her head, I reach for a spare pillow and slide it under her hips, lifting her pelvis just so.

Standing back to examine my handiwork and it's resultant effects, I nod, satisfied.*

You cannot see it, so I will describe this beautiful sight to you as if from my eyes. Your hips and sex are on display for me, laid out like a buffet, just waiting for me to sample your delicacies. And sample I intend to do. From time to time, I may offer a morsel to your lips, sweet witch. And it is up to you to guess from the feel and the taste what you are offered. If you guess correctly, you get a reward. If you guess incorrectly, a punishment must follow I think. Are you game to play?

 

[Britwitch]

Smooth satin traps my wrists, my arms easily moving where she wants them. My legs are spread, a little colour filtering onto my cheeks as they too are tied. They will remain open until she decides to close them.

"A game with only winners...now that does sound intriguing..."

I smile before another scarf blinds me, lips parting as my hips are raised and I feel a cushion or something similar push beneath them, keeping them elevated.

I listen to the rules, to her teasing description of what will follow. My hands tug tentatively, experimentally, at the scarf around them all I don't wish to escape, to leave, far from it. The cool satin holds fast, tightening a little but not biting into my skin.

"I'm game if you are..."

I reply, my voice sounding different. Excitement creeping into my tone. Then I am quiet, ears alert, trying to hear where she is, what she is doing, waiting for the game to begin.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*It's time for the second drawer. I leave my pretty guest wondering as I slide open the drawer, searching within for just the right accessory. I start simple.

The base of the vibrator turns in my hand as I twist, setting the speed low at first. I trace fingertips along her tummy, over to the curve of her hip, then down the crease where thigh meets her mound. Down along one side, barely touching her outer labia, and down further still. My fingers soon touch that more intimate area, reserved by some for only the most special visitors, and completely off limits for some. But she can't exactly stop me now, can she?*

Now I'm sure you've heard the rumors. I seem to have garnered a bit of a reputation for my preferences, as it were. Well, it should be no surprise then that we would be playing in that area too. Don't worry, I don't believe in pain as part of the fun. We'll take it slow............until you beg for it.

*I part her slightly, moving the buzzing tip of the vibe to her crevice. Slipping it's smooth length between her cheeks, but not entering her sanctum, I smile, letting her own flesh hold it right where I want it.*

Just hold this for me, for now, pretty one.

 

[Britwitch]

I hear a drawer opening, or is it closing, followed by muffled noises. My ears strain to figure out what she's looking for, what she's doing.

The touch of fingertips against my stomach are a surprise, I didn't hear her move back to my side. Skin ripples with goosebumps as feather-light strokes move lower between splayed thighs, lower and lower until. My breath hitches for a split second as her destination is revealed.

"I have heard the odd thing...and I'm not worried...at least, not yet..."

There is a little laughter in my voice but it's tempered with a shade of uncertainty. Words running short as I feel buzzing toy pressing against me, almost entering me. Almost.
Muscles tense at her request, not exactly by my command but almost instinctual, holding the toy where it has been positioned.

"As you wish..."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Now this won't by itself be enough, I'm pretty sure. Not unless you're more sensitive than I thought. It might even become almost like background noise, able to be overlooked. But the vibrations will be conducted through your pelvic region, and will add to what you feel.

*Leaning over her, careful to hold my hair back, I let my tongue dip into her navel, then trace a wet line down to the top of her slit. Stopping there to lick across, from hip to hip, then I blow cool air on the trail.

Moving above her silently, the only sounds in the room that of the soft breathing of the sleeping halfling, the more excited breathing of my vic...err, playmate, and the muted buzzing of the vibe. I lean over her parted lips, introducing the next sensation. It is soft at first, and very warm, a point of flesh that traces along her cheek, down to her jawline, caressing as it grows turgid and almost rubbery stiff. By the time it reaches her chin, then moves up over her bottom lip, it is fully stiff, intruding between her lips.

 

[Britwitch]

I writhe a little on the bed. My hips rising up, as what I believe is her tongue, moves over my skin. Followed by breath, cool and tingling.

All the while the toy buzzes against me. It's vibrations relatively gentle but against that most private of places they seem stronger than they probably are.

Then I feel it, warm and soft against my cheek. My head twitches a little, turning towards whatever it is. It moves slowly down my face, changing, growing firmer. By the time it brushes against my lips, they are curved in a knowing smile.

"I believe I know what this is...I think you are giving me another taste of what you took from my mouth in the pool..."

I almost sigh, lips parting and tongue sneaking out to try to taste, to try and verify for myself, trying to ease what I believe is a firm Elven nipple into my mouth.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

So very good, such a very good girl, pretty witch! Your guess is right.

*I linger, letting her lips engulf me, the gentle but insistent tug of her suction making my nipple stiffen to the point of aching, throbbing for her wonderful suckling.*

Ahhh, that feels so very good! You've earned a reward for guessing right. Would you like it now?

 

[Britwitch]

I grin, tightening the hold my lips have on her, proud of myself for not getting this first little test wrong. When she asks I'm tempted to say I'll wait, but I know my curiosity will win out in the end. I nod, sucking a little more firmly on the hardened flesh in my mouth.

"Yes please..."

The words are a little muffled, but I know she heard them.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I can't bear to lose the pleasure of her lips, but I can reward her never the less. My fingertips move down along her jaw, tracing the pulse in her neck, then down over the soft slope of her breast. A finger and thumb find her nipple, pinching slightly, then pluck again and again, bringing her to erection. I lean over, careful not to break her suction on me, and lick the tender bud, my tongue circling her areola before taking her nipple into my mouth.

My hands move over her breasts, tender caresses teasing and gentle squeezing as my lips pull and tug on her nipple.

 

[Britwitch]

My back rises up from the bed, sensitive nipple reacting instantly to the pinching and pulling. Flesh hardening, throbbing.

I suckle harder in response. Drawing flesh deeper, always deeper, into my mouth. Breaking my rhythm only when her mouth descends over my own nipple. Groaning as the generous globes of my chest are massaged and stroked.

Oh my...

I murmur around her nipple. My arms strain, wanting to stroke her, to touch her, as she's doing to me but they are fixed where they are. My groan becomes a growl of frustration.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Moaning at the increased suction, my nipple throbbing in the wet heat of her mouth. I can't help exploring the delightful body under my fingertips, my hands gliding over her ribs, then the smooth gentle curve of her waist. Up and over her tummy, coming to rest on that sexy plane between hips, navel, the crest of her mound, and the crease where thighs meet torso, and down that 'vee' to the apex of her thighs.

My fingers trace up through her wetness, growing slippery in her arousal fluids, parting inner lips tenderly. One fingertip traces around her entrance, circling but not penetrating, not yet. Then I cup her mound in my palm, my middle finger lying right along her parted slit, the heel of my hand resting just on her pubic arch.

I love what you're doing to me, but the game must continue. A little more exploring for me....call it an indulgence if you will. And then another test for you.

 

[Britwitch]

Hips rise from the bed sheets as fingers trail over sensitive flesh, teeth briefly graze the nipple in my mouth as fingertips come perilously close to slipping inside...but they do not. My body relaxing ever so slightly as her hand settles over sex, an almost comforting pressure in the middle of the confusion of being blindfolded and bound, albeit as gently as it is.

I release her nipple with a sigh, wanting to taste more, see more, but knowing I must wait. I nod, licking my lips.

"Who am I to deny you...?"

I ask with a smile aimed where I think her head is based on her voice.