Sexy Steampunk Babes: Chapter Fifty Four

“Well.” William smirked as he closed the hotel door behind him. “I suppose we should-”

He’d barely started speaking before Xela was on him, all but slamming him into the door as she pounced. The wood elf’s hot breath tickled his skin as she whispered, "You're in for it now, you little satyr. Spending all evening getting me worked up? I'll show you why you shouldn't tease your elders."

Her hand didn’t hesitate to grasp his erect member through his pants, the fabric standing between it and her fingers proving to be little barrier as her fingers eagerly probed the length of his member.

“Ugh.” Part of him wanted to fight. To take charge. To dominate.

He pushed the sensation down.

Above him, Xela hummed in consideration as the stiffness that had pervaded his whole body when she touched him faded.

In all places but one.

"Though maybe that's what you wanted?” she mused, hand still playing with his rigid shaft. “For a woman - a real woman - to take you in hand. In ways that dark elf or those little girls of yours never could."

Before he could respond, she kissed him. Her lips were soft and her tongue hot as it plundered his mouth, seeking out his own tongue and wrestling it into submission. All the while her hand continued to play with his member, sparks shooting up his spine with every movement of her talented fingers.

She knew what she was doing. He was almost unable to think straight.

Finally, she broke the kiss, smirking at his slightly dazed expression.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” she murmured before sliding down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

His erection sprang free - and her fingers wrapped around it.

“Nice,” she hissed, eyes lighting up as she took in his length. “Very nice.”

For some reason, he wanted to look away. He didn’t want her to stop, but his every day confidence seemed to leave him as the elf admired his exposed cock.

She started to move, her skin like velvet against his, with a firm grip that was as soft as it was unyielding. Her movements were slow. Tentative. And William couldn’t help himself. In an effort to thrust deeper into her hand, the human tried to buck his hips, but the wood elf held him firmly in place, seemingly deriving pleasure from his futile attempts at movement.

“None of that now. You had your fun earlier, but now I’m in charge,” she hissed.

Once more, he felt that urge to make some glib comment, to wrestle back some control, but none came to mind.

…Fuck, maybe he really did prefer to let someone else take charge in the-

Xela bit down softly on his neck, sending tingles through him and interrupting his thoughts,  the wood elf chuckled as a shiver ran through his body.

"You like that do you?" She waited for a reply, but he remained speechless, unable to form coherent words. “The thought of me being in charge? Of being my little human fucktoy?”

Finally, he grunted in denial, the voice unwilling to be ignored, even as his back arched.

"I do," she continued as if he’d not made a sound, squeezing his erection. "Elves are nice, but the thought of having some rebellious human buck beneath my hips? Riding him into submission? It gets my heart racing."

William groaned out as she tightened her grip, pumping his member slowly and torturously, applying just enough pressure to keep him frustrated and needy without providing any true relief.

"Christ," he gasped out between pained breaths, "I… I need..."

“Need what?” Her breath was hot on his shoulder, brown eyes staring unerringly into his as the movements of her hand increased.

She looked down at him, and he flushed, looking away. He wasn’t about to beg.

"Oh, there’s some of that earlier spirit," Xela continued. “Shame it only makes things more fun for me.”

William let out an involuntary noise of surprise as she forcibly pushed them both onto the bed; his knees buckling upon impact with its wooden frame. Her svelte form now lay atop him - the thin nature of their current attire allowing full transmission of her soft yet warm flesh as if their bare skin was touching.

As Xela's hand began moving faster around William's shaft, he instinctively started matching her rhythm by thrusting upward to meet each downward motion. He felt something rising within himself: an electric sensation through every muscle as low moans kept escaping past pursed lips...

"I... I..." He stammered out incoherently between pleasured gasps.

He couldn’t help himself as he finally went over the edge – spurting thick jets of cum up Xela's waiting arm.

An arm that continued gently milking through his orgasm. Wave after wave.

Finally, when he was spent, he fell back into the sheet, stars dancing across his vision. He felt utterly dazed as he lay in a bed that felt more like wispy clouds of aether than fabric and feathers.

Not that he had long to enjoy the moment, for it was barely a second later that he felt two powerful thighs wrap around his midsection and he was unceremoniously rolled onto his front – with Xela lying beneath him.

Instinctively, he breathed in her scent, unable to ignore it as his face was practically shoved into the older woman’s cleavage. Honey and salt danced across his palate as her heaving breasts completely covered his face in pillowy softness. Naturally, his hands came up of their own volition to delve deep into the pliant flesh – which easily filled his palm, escaping like dough between his spread fingers. Idly, they played over each of the woman’s nipples, the small buds hard as pebbles beneath the fabric of her dress.

“Hmmm. That’s nice,” the wood elf hummed distractedly as she finished idly wiping his fluids onto the sheets. “But nice isn’t what I’m here for.”

Once more though, his chance to quip back was interrupted by her grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him up until his lips met hers in an obscenely deep and passionate kiss. Once more, the woman’s tongue invaded his mouth aggressively, seeking out his own to repeat the dance they’d engaged in but minutes ago.

Once more, his tongue was soundly defeated on the field of battle, as the organ was once again forced to play the role of submissive supplicant before its aggressive and domineering opposite number.

The room was filled with the sound of their passions as they continued that way for a while, Xela’s hands roaming under his shirt to play across his side, front and back, while his own, far more tentatively, slid over her hips. His erection, barely having dipped in the time since its release, had already grown to iron hardness once more, pressing against the woman’s exposed stomach.

Eventually though, Xela brought the kiss to an end, her lips breaking away from his own with an audible wet pop.

“Wha-” William murmured, actually feeling a little dazed, so intense was the woman’s ministrations.

In a rather impressive show of dexterity, the woman reached down for the hem of her dress, before lifting it up and off her in a single motion – all with William still atop her, pinned in place by her unmoving thighs.

Not that he was trying to move. Indeed, his attention was almost entirely taken up by the sight of the wood elf’s bare breasts bouncing enticingly as they were freed from their fabric prison; engorged nipples protruding prominently outward.

"You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn," the navy woman purred as she placed a hand on his head and he found himself sliding down her bare abdomen as her thighs finally relaxed – but did not release – their grip on him.

Two rows of chiseled abdominal muscles slid past his vision, the woman’s sun kissed skin had a thin layer of perspiration that made it glisten deliciously in the moonlight. He had just a moment to lay a kiss upon her navel, enjoying the shiver that ran through her before he found himself face to… lips with a small bush of neatly trimmed curls...

“You know what to do. Use that saucy little tongue of yours,” the voice above instructed. “I want to feel it on my girl.”

Well, he had no intention of keeping the lady waiting as he pressed closer, feeling the smooth skin of her inner thighs brush against his cheeks as he did. Both the heat and the smell were incredible as the intoxicating scent of Xela’s excitement filled his nose. The ache of his hard cock between his legs only grew in response, but he ignored it as his lips finally made contact with Xela’s own.

“Ugh.” She shivered.

She tasted of copper and salt, a tangy sweetness that intoxicated him. Parting her lips with his fingers, he felt her slick juices coat them and his lips as he pressed his tongue deep into her yielding softness.

“Oh, yes!” she hissed. “Finally!”

He lavished her tender folds with his tongue, even as her thighs clenched around his head, keeping him captive as he licked and kissed her steamy cunt.

"Put your fingers inside me," she instructed breathlessly. "I need it!”

Well, shy about making what she wanted known she definitely was not. Still, he was nothing if not an obliging partner. He slipped a finger into her warm, velvety passage, grinning as the silken muscles engulfed him, almost sucking on the digit, as if straining to draw him deeper. It was so very wet and hot.

Almost scalding. Was that a wood elf thing?

Unbidden, his mind leapt to what it might feel like once he finally inserted his cock.

"Faster," Xela hissed, and he belatedly realized he’d slacked in his duties.

He redoubled his efforts, feeling the creases and bumps of her flesh drag against his skin and tongue.

"The… the clit! You know what that is right? The n-nub thing at the top.”

For a moment, he actually felt a little offended that she felt the need to specify, but he didn’t hesitate in doing as she asked. Probing upward with his tongue, it wasn’t long before it had slid up over the sodden outer petals of her exposed sex to brush against the firm bud of her clit. Soon to be joined by his lips.

"That’s it," Xela groaned, hands coming down to grasp his hair. "Don’t be gentle."

He wasn’t. He drew the stiff nub into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He felt Xela shiver violently, the sensation transmitted through the thighs clamped around his head, as she gasped, her grip on his hair intensifying as she sought to grind his face against her womanhood.

"Don't stop, keep that up," she panted, her thighs tightening ever further around him. “I’m close.”

His grin widened – right before he pinched her sensitive pearl between his teeth and tongue.

The shriek was instant as the sudden mix of pain and pleasure pushed the elf over the edge, her orgasmic cry bounced off the walls of the room as her back arched. For a few moments he lost the capacity to breathe as his date twitched like a thing possessed, muscles spasming across her whole body as she held him firmly against her cunt.

Then she collapsed, as sweaty and disheveled as he’d been but a moment ago.

William pulled back, wiping his mouth.

Normally he’d have avoided the whole ‘biting’ thing, even if it was little more than a brush of his teeth against the sensitive nub – but she’d told him not to be gentle.

As he looked over the sweaty limp elf, he wondered if perhaps, now was his chance to turn the tables. To take charge and really show his date what he could do.

Yet, he found he didn’t want to. It was… nice not to have to be in charge. To just… do as he was told.

To that end, he waited – despite the throbbing of his member between his legs – for Xela to recover, idly kissing the burnished brass of her thighs as she blearily propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she did.

“Don’t go acting sweet as a d-dove now,” she said as he continued worshiping her delicious thighs. “Not after biting my poor girl.”

“You seemed to like it,” he said innocently.

Huffing, she smiled, before glaring at him playfully. “Seems I’ve still got some sass to drain from you.”

Pulling him by the wrist, he was once more dragged onto the bed as she loomed over him straddling his waist. Powerful elven thighs bracketed William's waist, muscles rippling in concert with those of her abdomen as she rolled her hips against him, teasing his cock by grinding her slick sex along its shaft. All the while, her breasts hung beautifully before his eyes, nipples hard in the cool night air, framed by the moonlight as they swayed gently above him.

Her fingers wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt, moving with a speed and steadiness borne from a hundred bowlines aboard a ship. Once more, he got to see her eyes widen as his shirt finally flapped open, unveiling his bare abdomen.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, hands trailing across the taut muscles of his abdomen. “The Academy does good work.”

“I could say the same for the Royal Navy,” he murmured back as the wood elf’s roiling hot sex once more slid across his member – the warmth all-but wafting off it in proof of her arousal.

“I bet you could.” Xela grinned wickedly down as she reached down to grip his throbbing shaft, finally repositioning it so that the head was firmly between her slick outer petals. Groaning, she rubbed the sensitive head against her entrance, the touch raw and unfiltered, setting his nerves aflame as he squirmed beneath her.

And just when he was close to begging, she sank down onto him, engulfing his member in her warm wetness as she took him to the base in one smooth motion.

He saw stars - gasping in pained pleasure as the wood elf’s pillowy walls enveloped him completely.

The pair groaned in unison at their joining, his hard shaft now trapped in her velvet prison.

It wasn’t long before the slick muscles within clenched along his shaft, gripping him tightly as his captor started to roll her hips. Not gently or slowly. It seemed she’d been as good as her word when she promised to ride him into submission.

He could only lie there, sparks shooting up his spine with every movement as Xela increased the speed of her merciless pounding, pinning William beneath her as she rode him in search of her own orgasm.

“Yes! Yes!” She grunted as she squeezed him tightly between her legs, a smug smile on her face. “This is what I wanted.”

Her hands pressed into his chest, kneading the muscles there as she pounded down onto him. His cock burned inside her, pulsing and twitching as her slick insides slid against it.

His hands moved up to grab her hips in an attempt to either urge her on or slow her down – he didn’t rightly know which – but with almost contemptuous ease, Xela leaned over him, pinning his wrists against the sheets as she continued to dominate their encounter.

She continued riding him mercilessly, slamming down on his throbbing shaft as she leered at him. His cheeks flushed hotter under her piercing stare, groans slipping from his lips involuntarily. His legs felt like jelly beneath him as a low, primal gasp escaped his lips, another intense orgasm building inside his straining cock.

"Xela, slow down," William begged breathlessly. "I can't... Ah!"

He trailed off as she released one of his hands, gripping his face instead. Her fingers dug into his flushed cheeks, angling his head so her suddenly predatory eyes could drink in every flicker of pleasure crossing his strained features.

There was an insatiable hunger burning in her gaze that surprised him. In that moment, she was a beast of nature, subsuming him under the weight of her passionate rutting.  The cruel intensity of it… was actually kind of hot.

"I want to see your expression when you come inside me, boy," Xela growled, her voice dripping with lust. “I want you to imagine it when you do. My stomach swelling up with your young. Some bastard half-elf babe. And you, their father.”

That image did it. The visceral illicit thrill of it.

As her yellow eyes glared down at him with all the desire and greed of a wolf staking a territorial claim - his cock erupted inside her.

And Xela drew out his climax with wicked fervor, setting his head spinning as her insides milked him with almost clinical intensity. She pressed down on him as he writhed and squirmed beneath her powerful form, trapping his throbbing shaft deep inside her twitching depths. Her silken muscles clenched around him rhythmically, milking every drop from his pulsing length until he was utterly spent.

By the end, the human’s emission was leaking from the wood elf, joining with her own juices as they dribbled out to join the growing puddle on the sheets.

William simply lay there, limp on the soft bedding, totally drained after Xela's cruel ravishment as the woman in question rolled off him, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

Had tobacco been in any way popularized in this word, he had a feeling that would have been the moment she would have lit up a cigarette of some description. Instead, she simply lay there, fingers idly playing over her dripping sex, as she teased out the last remaining wisps of pleasure she might get from their joining.

“Not bad, kid,” she murmured happily. “Not bad at all.”

He chuckled. “You weren’t too bad either. That was… intense.”

She laughed. “I warned you. I’m a shock and awe kind of gal. And you’re half to blame for teasing me all evening.”

The two lay in silence for a few minutes, each simply enjoying the moment. When William spoke again, it was hesitant. "Just to confirm, dirty talk aside, you're on pregnancy blocking potions, right?"

"Yep," Xela confirmed with a smirk. "Just wanted to mess with you."

"Some would say that was a pretty fucked up bit of bedroom play," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

He heard more than saw her shrug nonchalantly. "Some would also say it was hot as hell." Her hand slid down between her legs once more, fingers teasing over slick folds in remembrance. "Besides, I definitely felt you get harder when I said it. Didn't see you trying to pull out either." She looked over at him, smiling wide. “Did you like that thought? Pumping an elven woman more than twice your age full of half-human brats?”

A flush crept up his neck as he tried to hide his arousal at exactly that. Which was… interesting given that in his previous life, he’d never had kids. Never wanted them either, nieces and nephews aside.

Yet here and now… he found there was a certain thrill in the idea of getting the woman across from him pregnant with his child...

Not least of all because it would tie Xela’s loyalty to him in ways that would make her loyalty to him in the event of a conflict with the crown a foregone conclusion. Though it would certainly be inconvenient for her to disappear for several months while she was carrying his offspring.

Perhaps once the first cadre training is finished, he started to think before mentally shaking his head.

He didn't want to think about potential future complications right now.

Except his traitorous mind couldn't seem to stop itself... as more and more ideas presented themselves.

Irritated, he tried turning his mind in a different direction entirely, hand coming up to slide along the wood elf’s thigh.

"Do you think we'd get in trouble if we raided the kitchen for whipped cream?" he asked with an impish grin.

After all, what was the point of staying at a fancy hotel if they didn't take advantage of some decadent amenities?

Xela raised an eyebrow questioningly at the sudden subject change. "Whipped cream?"

He grinned at the sight. It seemed he had some new things to introduce to his ‘oh so worldly’ older companion for the evening.

The Corsair engine could wait till morning.