Snow Queen and the Six Dwarves (closed)

[Rajura]

The moment shifted slowly even as Sonja slowly drifted into position. Her shirt fell back into place over her ample bosom, which more or less allowed the group of young men to focus. At the sound of her voice they snapped out of their little daze, the room around them, the situation becoming very, very real. It was odd to hear the words coming from their friend, though at the same time there was no denying the flush upon her cheek. Was it from embarrassment or excitement? It was hard to tell, really, though from her words it was obviously more than just something physical. The confirmation that something was going to happen sent a tingle of excitement through them all, of course it was tempered with the rest of her words. The word slut drew out a rather annoyed look from the group as a whole. It was obvious just from their body language that none in the group would or could think of her as such. A few offered shakes of their head, Ash even started to speak but shut his mouth and allowed Sonja to continue to speak. It was serious stuff and no doubt things that they'd rather not think about at a time like this. Nevertheless, they were things that needed to be said, a point established and a line drawn.

“We'll always be friends,” Ash confirmed confidently, solidifying the thought with a stout nod. The rest of the group joined in their own murmurings of consent.

“We'd never think less of you. Just like you wouldn't think less of us.” Bassie added as well from his place on the other side of her.

When she turned to address Jules, he intently met her gaze. That look sent a shiver down his spine, an undeniable tingle of excitement, love, lust, and so much more. He couldn't recall someone speaking to him like that, let alone someone he respected and admired as much as her. The smile that drew out was at first shy, though it drifted into a confident grin briefly before he offered a slight nod of acknowledgement.

“Not without you,” He said, without truly thinking about the words. It was hard to stop now that he started, the pulse of the crystal, the look in Sonja's intense eyes. Who couldn't find a hint of confidence there?

Jori didn't take his turn with as much grace. He squirmed in place if only slightly, feeling a hint of embarrassment since the words rung with an absolute truth. Luckily, it was short lived, he couldn't meet her gaze with the same confidence and conviction that Jules had moments ago.

And then there was Gael. There was no way any could deny that sentence was for him, not coupled with that look. Coupled with the hint of Soul Sight, it could make grown men flinch. Not Gael, he met it with the hard edge he always had. She easily saw the motivations behind his outbursts and anger, his life and emotions were laid bare to her. So it wasn't hard to see the love and admiration he too felt for her. Just as Jules had expressed it with a smile and soft words, Gael felt it intensely within himself. It was not something that he could vocalize, it wasn't his way. He too saw more than he should, though with it came confirmation that her words rang as true as ever. Gael snorted, giving Sonja one of his famous contemptuous glares. Instead of answering he strode forward, shouldering his way past Jules as he came to stand before the hovering frame of their beloved friend. He met her gaze still, letting it settle even when it could drift over her lush frame.

“You want a promise?” He started, much to the chagrin of the rest of the group. He was going to ruin it for everyone, that was just Gael's way. He could laugh and enjoy it too. But that angry glare fell away as he drew to Sonja's side and with a quick flash of his hand, drew the back of his fingers gingerly against her cheek. The anger in his eyes softened if for but a moment.
“There's one person I'd make a promise to. And that somebody would happen to be you,” He added before leaning in just as quick to offer a kiss to her cheek. He didn't give her time to react, simply rose and smirked before taking a step back and out of the light's radiance. The rest of the group drew an inward sigh of relief, at least he hadn't made a scene. It seemed the small group of friends was in no short supply of surprises tonight.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Again the crystal shifted Sonja, this time so that she wa floating perpendicular to the floor, her feet just inches above it. It also released her arms. Sonja didn't use it to adjust her clothing however, but left her midriff uncovered. Instead she lifted her hand to her cheek where Gael had kissed her. She gave him a beatific smile before shaking her head. "It can't be just to me, Gael. It's got to be to all of us. It's like me," Sonja continued, lifting her arms above her head. The spirit residing in the crystal obliged her by lifting her T-shirt off and over her head, landing in a corner of the room. Somehow, her unclasped bra renamed in place, providing modesty for an ample bosom that did not need its support.

"I'm cold," Sonja admitted, as invisible hands began arranging her hair so that most of it now laid cascading across her front. "I mean, I'm close to you guys, and my Mom, but that's about it. Most people avoid me, and even my own father is afraid to look me in the eyes. And what's really weird, or should be, is that fighting with a mystic sword seems more real to me than this." This was the invisible hands sliding Sonja's bra off down her shoulders and off her arms and into Jules' unsuspecting hands. All the while, other hands kept Sonja's hair artfully draped across her torso, so that nothing was ever revealed, though the brush of a gentle hand could have revealed Sonja's beauty. Perhaps the spirit residing in the crystal recognized this potential 'danger', as it lifted Sonja higher and out of reach of her friends.

"I do care about you guys," Sonja continued, "but with this magic stuff, I could see maybe bring completely cold to everyone. I'd be loyal to you all, but maybe I'd be thinking more of how we could fight and work together, but not caring about you." Taking a deep breath, which made the hair covering her torso move in an interesting way, Sonja concluded, "So that's my Promise to all of you. To stay warm...at least to you," she added with a half smile.

 

[Rajura]

That smile sent a shiver of excitement and happiness down Gael’s spine, the others felt a tingle of it as well from their nearby places. It wasn’t every day that she smiled, let alone gave one so endearing and true. It could soften even the rough edges of Gael’s fiery soul. The words that came after were just as heartfelt, though no less surprising. Still, they all knew it to be true, the nickname Snow Queen didn’t come from nowhere. To those she didn’t know or trusted her demeanor was as cold as ice and that was her being nice. Knowing the real Sonja was a difficult process that few ever tried and even fewer succeeded in.

Gael faltered just a bit, his pride felt like it should rise up and erect a defensive barrier, though it was quickly squashed as Sonja went on. His instinctive defensive mechanisms had gotten him into a lot of trouble in the past, acting on impulse wasn’t always the best way to go. So he cleared his throat and spoke up once more, just as Sonja finished her own promise.

“I promise not to be such a dick…at least to you guys.” He quickly added the last bit with a half-grin of his own. It was as close as Gael could get to saying it, though if Sonja were to look into his eyes she could tell it meant much more.

Jules, to his surprise, found the soft material of Sonja’s bra settling into his hands. His fingers curled about it, holding it gingerly as if it were made of fine china. His own instincts were to grow embarrassed and go inward, shying away from what made him feel uncomfortable. But now as he peered down at the undergarment in his hands, it wasn’t uneasy he felt in his breast, but a pulse of undeniable excitement.

“I promise not to be such a coward and stand up for what I want,” He said when Gael finished, his voice brimming with a certain amount of confidence it had never had before. He peered at Sonja with a mixture of admiration and desire, it was good that Sonja was lifted out of reach as Jules just might rush in and do something stupid.

Jori sighed and shook his head, his arms folding over his chest. “we’re all doin’ this, huh? Fine. I promise to put more effort into myself. But ya’ll might not like what you see. I’m pretty competitive, but I’ll go easy on you guys.” His words were spoken with a fair dose of mirth. He offered his own smile and gave a wink in Sonja’s direction. It was the most Jori had spoken about himself in awhile.

Ash cleared his throat and stepped up, giving another nod before his hands slid into his back pockets. “I’ll promise that no matter what happens, I’ll remain true to our friendship. We’ve all grown up together and I know life changes people, but I don’t want to lose any of you.” His words held a truth to them unmarred by the typical teasing and sarcastic nature he typically displayed.

Bassie scrunched up his face and sighed, raising his hand as Ash finished. “I was going to say…well…basically the same thing. We’ve been through a lot as a group.”

“This shouldn’t change anything. We’re friends till the end.” Moe was the last in put in his thoughts, though by now they had mostly been spoken. The group together agreed, giving a look around and nodding their consent.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja's hair over her right ear looked as if an invisible hand pushed it out of the way. Sonja nodded, as if listening to an unheard voice, then turned beet red. "I, um, will probably need that again, Jules," she said, as an invisible hand tugged at the bra in Jules' hands, to deliver it where Sonja's T-shirt has been placed. "And it's okay to say what you're thinking, as long as you're nice about it." And without further ado, Sonja brushed her hair behind her, unveiling her bosom.

And it was a magnificent bosom. Two full round breasts which, despite their size, had not a trace of sag, through a combination of youth, genetics, athletic training and even perhaps exposure to the NeverNever. They were capped by two medium sized dark red nipples that were hardened by excitement and cool air and pointed straight forward. The only movement the warm brown orbs exhibited was the lifting and falling caused by Sonja's nervous, heavy breathing. Sonja wasn't sure where to look, but the spirit in the crystal assisted her with her hands, guiding them to clasp behind her head. This in turn caused Sonja to thrust her impressive bustline forward, making it look more impressive.

 

[Rajura]

Jules blinked twice and glanced down at his hands, only to find that the bra had already been drawn away by an invisible hand and tossed onto the slow growing pile. His lips twitched as if to speak, though before he could find any words Sonja graced them with the revealing of her young, ripe frame. She didn’t bare all, but what she did show was enough to cause a collective sigh at the very sight. The blood began to stir once more, undeniably the arousal within the room rapidly rose as those lush mounds of flesh were revealed. Never had any of the young men seen such a thing, sure a few had gone this far before but not with someone so absolutely stunning and near perfect. It couldn’t be natural, perhaps something from the NeverNever did indeed change Sonja, though none of the boys were thinking about that now.

All eyes were locked upon that frame, back arched, displaying her ample assets completely. A few more appreciative murmurs and sighs came from the small assembly, but it was Jules who found it within himself to actually speak.

“Wow,” He murmured. Sure, it wasn’t much, but Sonja couldn’t expect poetry from any of her friends now could she? Not in a moment like this.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja tried to look toward Jules when he muttered "Wow!" but couldn't force herself to look her friend in the eyes. A warm feeling spread throughout her body before it eventually settled between her thighs.

She wondered what was going to happen next.

She didn't have long to wait.

The invisible hands took hers from behind her head and guided them onto her breasts. Sonja didn't have small hands, but even with her fingers spread out her hands couldn't completely cover her breasts. The phantom hands initially guided Sonja's own hands in the exploration of her breasts, but soon her hands were moving of their own volition. Sonja would softly tease her nipples with two finger tips before giving them gentle tugs before continuing to knead her soft flesh. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of concentration on her face. She was biting down on her lower lip, but a quiet moan would still escape her mouth from time to time.

Sonja's hands stopped moving and her eyes popped wide open when she felt her belt being unbuckled and slid out of the loops of her jeans.

 

[Rajura]

All six sets of eyes were upon the scene as it slowly unfolded. It truly did feel slow, as if things were going in slow motion. A few realized they had been holding their breaths, which only caused a soft stirring of deep inhalations that rustled through the otherwise still, warm air of the Dungeon. Sonja’s hands roamed over her ample flesh, cupping and squeezing her swells before focusing attention upon those hardened nubs of flesh. The arousal of all six young men soared at the sight, how couldn’t it? Coupled with that quiet little moan that escaped past her lips, even as she nibbled her bottom one, well, no man (and a few women) couldn’t resist that scene. They felt the confines of their jeans becoming rather constricting, the rush of blood to other areas of their bodies leaving them with a tingling sensation in their head.

It would have been easy to move in and feel that soft flesh for themselves, there was enough room to allow all six pair of hands to roam freely. But none of the boys made a move closer, nor did they try to quell the heat by removing any articles of clothing. Sonja had already stated the terms so far and as the scene unfolded all were loathe to violate them. Of course, there were other ways of circumventing it. Surprisingly, it was Jules that first had the thought come to mind. Even as the metallic clink of her belt being undone resounded about them, his blue gaze narrowed slightly in concentration. Through sheer will he sought to seek out the spirit that held Sonja hovering in the air, assisting in the removal of her clothing. It wasn’t hard, not with the currents of emotions swirling about them so freely. And thus he urged the phantom hands onwards, to slip under the waistline of those jeans and gingerly urge them down the shapely swell of her hips. Jules felt a rush of excitement and euphoria when it actually happened, so much so he let out a throaty chuckle of triumph.

“You…You’re amazing,” Jules voice came unbidden once more. He was having a hard time keeping himself in check. But that surge of courage from before still ran hot through his veins. He was not so out of control to let his desires overshadow the moment and ruin it. But still, he felt that Sonja should know just how ravishing she really was. To be able to appreciate and witness this disrobing was something beyond words, though Jules tried valiantly to prove otherwise.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

As Sonja's jeans slid off, they revealed a pair of white "granny panties." But even that pair of conservative underwear couldn't hide the sexiness of Sonja's lower body. Her legs were fit and tone, and there was definitely shape and firmness to her buttocks, without a hint of too much "junk in her trunk." In the front there were a few dark hairs peeking out, as well as a hint that Sonja was also finding this all very exciting.

Sonja floated there, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath, when she heard Jules call her amazing. She blushed, then felt the invisible force that had been handling her set her down in front of Jules. Nadia stood there motionlessly, her gaze down at the floor, when the invisible hands once again took hers, but this time to reach out and takes Jules' hands.

Nadia immediately knew what the phantom hands wanted her to do. She took Jules' pale hands and lifted them up, placing them onto her dark, soft breasts. Using her hands to gently push Jules' hands into her chest, she asked, "Amazing?"

 

[Rajura]

Before Jules knew what was happening, Sonja shifted in mid-air and settled down before him. The motion caused those ample swells to jostle once more, which obviously caught his attention. So to say he was surprised when Sonja reached for his hands and placed them over her generous bosom was an understatement. His blue gaze shot up to that blushing, beautiful face even as a blush drifted out over his own. He was at a loss for words briefly, though even as they failed to slip past his lips, his fingers splayed and ever so gently cupped her endowments. He marveled at just how soft they really were, Jules urged them up and together in a tempting display of cleavage even as his palms kneading against her dark flesh. Thumbs slid out, mimicking her movements earlier to stimulate her hardened nipples, just a soft caress since he wasn’t entirely sure she would enjoy it. His movements were slow and gentle, probing almost, even as his breath came in shallow gulps. There was no denying his arousal now, this close Sonja could easily see the tenting flare of denim in his jeans.

“Unbelievable,” Jules corrected himself. His voice trembled ever so lightly, the emotions ran high and it was clear in the crackle of his voice. Yet that courage remained and he tilted his head forward, slowly drawing in as to not spook the lovely young woman. His lips sought her cheek, pressed flush against the radiating warmth and left a kiss upon her dark flesh. “I never thought…you would look this amazing…or feel…this wonderful…”

His hands continued to move, caressing her breasts in full now, offering a firm squeeze ever now and then while his hands swept from a cupping underneath stance to the side and back again in the matter of moments.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Pleasure shot through Sonja's body as Jules began pressing his hands into her breasts, as he gently, almost reverently, began handling them. She felt as if her heart would lodge in her throat when Jules leaned down to kiss her cheek and whispered those sweet words, before returning his attention back to her breasts. It was amazing watching her dark flesh disappear and reappear between his pale fingers. Almost as amazing as it felt to have his hands on her.

Almost.

Sonja looked at the rest of her friends looking at her with equal parts wonder and desire. Their waves of arousal felt as if they were literally washing over her, increasing her pleasure. She looked up into Jules' eyes and said, "You can kiss them, if you want to. Or maybe you can kiss one, and someone else can kiss the other? If that's not too weird," she added, ducking her head and not believing she had said such a thing, or even that she was in a position to make such an offer.

 

[Rajura]

The other members of the group remained silent as they watched in wild-eyed wonder, Jules being the very first to touch what all eyes had been upon so eagerly. He continued to massage them, even as her words filtered past plush lips. Jules gazed up at her face, even as she turned away, before giving a glance about the room. The others shifted in their places but it was Gael that actually moved in to join the pair. Jules allowed one hand to slide from Sonja’s left breast, his hand still cupping the right intently. He took a step to the side, even as he bowed over himself and let his lips brush out against the dark flesh of her chest. He trailed sweet kisses down over the upper swell of her breast, leaving a cooling trail of saliva as he went. Gael gave Sonja a smoldering look as he drew in, his hand claiming the spot Jules had previously held. His touch was just as gentle, if a bit more knowing and experienced. He kneaded that soft, lovely flesh urgently, even as he captured her nipple between two fingers and offered a sweet tug.

“Not weird at all,” Gael murmured huskily, giving Jules a grin, to which the blonde returned and nodded his consent. Jules was busily kissing across the curve of Sonja’s breast, savoring the sweetness of her skin and the sensation against his lips.

Gael tilted his head forward and placed a kiss against the arch of Sonja’s neck, since she turned away in embarrassment she left herself wide open. He gave a soft suckle to her flesh before trailing his lips down over her neck and collarbone, before finally daring to kiss across her breast. His hand shifted so he had his palm placed snuggly against her lower swell, cradling it for support as his lips trailed inevitably down to her hardened bud of flesh. He left his breath waft out over her moist skin, giving a warm blast of air that chilled against her skin before he encased her nipple between his lips and gave a soft tug.

Jules mimicked the movements though he approached from the bottom, finding her nipple gracing his lips he gave a subdued groan before they parted and he took it within his mouth, offering an appraising suckle before retreating to let it brush against his lips. His free hand did not lay idle though, indeed it brushed out over her taut and toned stomach, his fingers curling lightly to rake against her skin before it slid down to the side and over the swell of her hip, fingertips finding the waistline of her panties and slipping just underneath it.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja wished that she could have kept her eyes open to watch the two sets of pale hands wander over her body, but the experience was just too intense. She literally hissed with pleasure as she felt Gael's lips travel across the exposed skin of her neck before they traveled to the slopes of her breast. As she felt the mouth of first one friend, then the second, latch on to the dark peak of her breasts, she wanted nothing more than to cradle their heads in her hands, but she felt the grip of phantom hands at her wrists, holding her arms away from her body. She was left to arching her back and increasing the intensity of her moans to urge her friends to take as much of her flesh as they could within their mouths.

When she felt a hand slide under the waistband of her panties, she felt her heart race with excitement and expectation at the thought of another hand touching her there!

The spirit residing in the crystal gently but insistently pulled her away from the eager hands and lips of her friends, as Sonja made a moan of disappointment. The spirit residing in the crystal held her above the room, letting her friends gaze upon her and her body, her breasts rising and falling from deep breaths.

Then it slightly tugged downward with phantom hands on the waistband of her panties.

 

[Rajura]

Both young men easily lost themselves in the moment, their lips roaming hungrily over that dusky flesh, tongues lashing out against its silken surface. They sought her hard nubs of flesh, drew them into the warm confines of their mouth and suckled all to eagerly. The sounds of their administrations resounded about them wetly, coupled with the occasional smack of lips as they released Sonja, only to draw breath and return their attentions back to her once more. Her reactions only fueled their desires, drew out the intensity of their touch. How long would they stand there savoring her flesh, worshipping her as the Goddess she was? That was the question, but the spirit seemed to have other ideas. Neither friend noticed that Sonja was moving until she was draw away from them, drifting up and away from their touch. Her disappointed moan resounded sharply in the Dungeon, Jules and Gael found themselves at a loss for a brief moment. The warmth of Sonja’s delicious frame left them cold and alone, though it hovered nearby she was just out of reach to even the tallest of the friends.

The group peered up at the sight, of Sonja hovering horizontally above them. There was movement, more than her labored breaths or the writhing of her lush frame. The white fabric of her panties shifted on their own accord and it dawned upon them swiftly just what was to transpire. All six young men were flushed with arousal by now, the heat of their mutual attraction could set kindling ablaze. Together they stared upwards, unable to do anything but watch and wait. It was obvious from the looks that they all shared that waiting was becoming increasingly difficult. Especially for the two that had already had a taste. The anticipation of way lay underneath her remaining undergarments was almost too much to bear. Together they reached out mentally, urging the spirit to continue and withdraw the last remaining garment that hid Sonja from view.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja's eyes snapped wide open when she felt her panties being tugged downward. She had not been planning to object to having them removed just moments before, but that was when she had been lost in the sensations of Jules and Gael worshipping her body with their lips, tongues and fingers. Hanging in midair, with nothing but her panties between her and the eyes of her six friends, was another matter entirely. Sonja wasn't sure what she should wanted to do, or what she should do.

As it happened, the spirit in the crystal didn't bother giving her a choice.

Holding Sonja's wrists and ankles firmly, the spirit drew her panties down her legs and off her feet, tossing them to where the rest of her clothes were. The invisible hands at her ankles then parted her legs almost lewdly, revealing the treasure between her legs, nestled in a slightly unkempt triangle of dark, curly hair.

The hair did not remain unkempt for long.

To the six friends, it looked as if some unseen force slowly made swaths in Sonja's pubic hair, until her glistening nether lips were laid bare. The same unseen force could be seen to continue gently manipulating Sonja's sex.

To Sonja, it felt as if a tongue began exploring her folds. Outside of embarrassing medical examinations, the only thing that had touched Sonja between her legs was her own fingers. Sonja found the phantom tongue infinitely more satisfying.

The invisible tongue slid slowly up and down her lips before it found her button, and begin teasing it, making slow circles around it. Finally, the phantom tongue began gently battering Sonja's button, and occasionally phantom lips would draw the tiny button between them.

To put it politely, Sonja went nuts. Her hips began bucking in midair, her head was arched back with her long hair hanging straight down as she made rapid gasping grunting sounds. When the phantom tongue hit its mark at just the right time, Sonja's body arched and froze as she let out a scream which would have brought the occupants from upstairs running down the stairs if magic and the natural soundproofing of the room's walls had not served their purpose.

Finally, the phantom hands moved Sonja toward the wall, and set Sonja gently on the floor. Invisible hands held Sonja up, as her knees didn't initially want to support her weight. Finally, though, she could stand on her own, leaning only slightly against the wall.

Sonja took a couple of minutes to catch her breath, her body still tingling over the first orgasm she had ever experienced at another's touch, when her mind reminded her where she was and, more importantly, who had all just witnessed her performance. She quickly straightened up, placed her left hand over her recently shaven crotch and draped her right arm over the peaks of her breasts.

"Um, hi guys," she hesitantly said to her six wide-eyed friends.

 

[Rajura]

Sonja's panties came flying off, tossed over their heads and towards the rest of her attire. She was laid bare to all their hungry gazes, none thought that they could see more of her at the moment but where they completely wrong. The unkempt patch of nether curls was swiped away by nothing short of magic, exposing Sonja's sex and the glistening arousal that had begun to gather there. The sight was impressive, the move confusing and awe-inspiring, though before any could even fully grasp what was going on, Sonja began to writhe and squirm above them. The sounds that came from her were nothing short of pleasureful, none had heard her cry out in such a way, her voice raw with true emotion as the invisible hands (and more) drove her to heights of pleasure she had yet to know existed.

Her climax came swift and brutally, or so it appeared to those below her. She was gyrating her hips and screaming like a woman possessed, if not for the soundproofing of the Dungeon and the magical buffering in place the moment would have come to a crashing halt. Slowly she moved from her place in the air and came to rest against the wall, still held in place by those invisible hands lest she collapse fully. There was no denying the trembling in her legs as the pleasure still coursed through her lithesome frame. One could get lost in staring at that lush frame, that was until Sonja slipped from the haze of pleasure and remembered she had six very aroused young men staring at her. Her greeting was somewhat anti-climactic and no doubt would have been comical to anyone else not involved in the situation. Ash found it in himself to laugh, if only a little chuckle at the very sight of Sonja tensing up once more, trying her very best to remain modest even after she had been spread fully for their eyes.

“Enjoy yourself?” Ash asked with his typical teasing tone. Slowly the group started to draw in about Sonja, not in a menacing way, though their eyes could not remain in one place for too long.

“Are you alright?” Jules asked as he drew in at her side, naturally gravitating to the left as he had previously. His hand slid out, only to brush over the forearm that was draped across her ample bosom. Those blue eyes drifted curiously across Sonja's visage, despite his arousal he honestly wondered if the dusky young woman could go on. Still, there was an undeniable hunger there was well and his touch, it remained well past the gentle touch of a concerned friend, even went as far as to brush gingerly across her skin and graze her breast slightly.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja nodded at Jules' question, still not trusting herself to speak. That had been...intense seemed the wrong word. It carried the impact that she had felt, but not the breadth and depth of everything she had felt and was feeling.

Taking a deep breath, she dropped her arms to her side and stepped away from the wall, giving her friends room to completely surround her. "I don't know how that looked," she confessed, "But it was definitely something." She took another deep breath, which did interesting things to her torso, before continuing. "You guys can touch me and stuff, but no bruising. Just remember," she said with a forced laugh, "I can still kick all your asses, even if I am naked." The last word brought the blush once more to her cheeks.

 

[Rajura]

“Something is an accurate word,” Bassie said from his side of the semi-circle. As Sonja drew away from the wall though, the group slowly closed in about her. They were given permission, all of them, along with a threat of reprisal should they mar her dark flesh. It was unnecessary, even if most of them joined in with a subdued laughter. It offered some levity, albeit briefly, before their attention drew back to that lovely figure. They had an unobstructed view now, especially as they drew in closer to take in the sight fully. Up close felt like an entirely different experience, visually and physically. The warmth was palpable as they drew in, radiating out from their combined mass. If the air was chilly Sonja wouldn't notice it one bit now. Slowly, as a group, they began to reach out for that lovely frame. Jules instinctively returned to her breast, cupping it gently and offering an assuring squeeze. His blue gaze smoldered in the dim light as his thumb brushed against her hardened numb of flesh. Ash drew in at Sonja's side, his hand brushing out over her shoulder before slipping into her long, dark mane and brushing it away from her flesh. Jori circled in on Sonja's right, his hand sliding through her hair as well before brushing a few strands behind her ear, only to trail his fingertips along her jawline in a curious fashion. Bassie claimed the space that Gael had previously, his hand brushing up over her side before cupping her free breast firmly. He kneaded the flesh, marveling at the sensation of it against his palm, the firmness against his fingers as he offered a tender squeeze.

Moe found his place behind Sonja, his hands coming to settle upon her sides before they stroked upwards, drawing up over her sides near her ribcage before sliding back down to the flare of her hip. He gripped and squeezed in an exploring fashion, before sliding down to mimick the motions upon her firm backside. Gael watched for a moment before he drew in before Sonja, his gaze drifting over the scene before his hand brushed out against her taut stomach, gliding slowly down before his fingertips teased against her lower abdomen and ever so slowly slid down between her toned thighs. He found her still drenched, the warmth almost searing against his fingertips.

“She's so wet,” He said aloud to the group as a whole, not that they needed to didn't already know the fact. Jules tilted his head forward, allowing his thin lips to trail out over her breast, finding her nipple once more and drawing it into his mouth. He gave a firm suckle, tugging at the nub with his lips briefly. Ash moved in closer, his hand sliding down over her upper arm before he downed down and brushed his lips over the side of her neck. He tasted her flesh, pursing his lips and giving a soft nibble up her neck till he found her earlobe. Jori watched briefly before he leaned over Sonja's smaller frame, his lips brushing over her other shoulder, his hand brushed out over her arm, before it slid down and found her hand to take and squeeze gently. Bassie, with a hint of nervousness, followed suit and leaned up to offer Sonja's chest a kiss, his hand kneading her breast continuously, firmer than Jules surprisingly gentle and loving touch. Moe lingered behind them all, still marveling at the plush firmness of Sonja's backside. He squeezed and kneaded, drawing her cheeks up until his palm was flush against the taut swell of those half-moon globes.

It was Gael he slid down to his knees before her, gave Sonja a look of desire and admiration. He continued to tease her slit, gliding across it as he gathered her passions on his fingertips. Slowly he moved in, placed a kiss against her navel before trailed a slow train of butterfly kisses down her flesh to that freshly shaven sex. He knew what he was doing, that much was obvious as his lips trespassed against her flesh, mimicking the movements the phantom lips had previously, but they were all too real.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja watched in wonder at the near awe in which her friends approached her. Sonja didn't indulge in false modesty. She knew she was attractive (even though the insecure little eleven year old girl inside her would make her voice heard on more than one occasion). But it was the near reverent way that her friends were touching, tasting and kissing her body that was amazing her. And sending delicious thrills through it in the process.

When Gael caressed her nether lips with his fingers and announced to the group that she was "So wet," Sonja turned bright red with embarrassment. But she also closed her eyes so she could focus completely on his touch at her most private place, and the touch of her other friends across her form.

She reveled for minutes in her friends' exploration of her body; Moe's fascination with her buttocks, Jules' gentle ministrations on her left nipple, Ash's caress of her hand, Bassie first touch of her right breast...

And then she felt Gael's tongue began exploring between her thighs, and felt her knees begin to buckle, as the pleasure began overwhelming her again.

 

[Rajura]

All felt her frame tense and buck as they explored, namely Gael drawing his tongue out against her still sensitive nether folds. Their grip tightened upon her frame, if only to keep her from falling as her legs gave way. The hands upon her backside tensed, squeezed and kneaded, offering support even as a pair of hands slid to her hips. Gael moved one hand to her side, letting it settle there while the other side over her inner thigh. Gingerly he lifted her leg and shifted underneath it, allowing Sonja to drape it over his shoulder. She laid bare to him now, his lips, his tongue, which ravished her sweet flesh with relish. The sounds of her pleasure echoed about them, none could deny how her body reacted, not as they felt it tense and quiver underneath their touch. Both breasts were focused upon intently, Jules' attention grew more bold and assured with each passing moment, going so far as to capture her nipple between his teeth and offer a teasing tug. Bassie drew in closer, unable to resist placing his lips against the ample curve of her right breast. He let his lips wander, placing kisses over her flesh before he found her nipple and slowly drew it into his mouth. His approach was quiet different than Jules, it was far more tender and affectionate, drawing slowly out against her nub in slow, tight circles.

Ash and Jori drew in further, each one taking her arms and caressing her skin tenderly. Ash was the first to lean in and kiss along her neckline, up to her ear before his lips trailed down over her jawline. He offered a soft hum that vibrated against her flesh before he turned and whispered into her ear.

“How does it feel?” He asked in a low, husky tone. Meanwhile, his hand slipped into hers, offering a squeeze before he drew it back behind her, only to allow it to brush against the front of his jeans. There was no denying the bulge within the denim, the obvious excitement and arousal the moment had bestowed upon him. Jori too drew her hand towards himself, seeking to show her just how excited they were to be here.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja offered no resistance as Gael lifted her leg, draping it over his shoulder and spreading her legs wider apart. The feeling of being even more exposed, if such a thing a thing was possible, made her even more aroused. She was vaguely aware of all the hands and lips of her friends on her body, and being the center of their universe. This added more to her excitement and mounting pleasure, though it seemed to her the focus of her universe was Gael's tongue sliding up and down her lowers lips, as well as circling and teasing her clit.

And as she approached her peak, she heard Ash whisper into her ear, "How does it feel?" as he guided her hand to his hardness. It was more than she could bear. With a sound that was half wail, half moan, a second all-consuming orgasm overwhelmed her body. Her hips thrust insistently forward against Gael's face as wave after wave washed over her. Finally, her body drained, her entire body collapsed in the grip of her friends, her limbs completely limp, as she weakly moved a hand to push Gael's face away from her overly sensitive sex.

 

[GypsyGirl84]

Sonja was just remaining limp in the grasp of her friends, her eyes half closed, a sultry smile on her face, when an invisible hand brushed away the hair covering her left ear. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide. "Shitshitshit! Get everything back in place. Mom's coming down."

As Sonja rushed to her clothes, she raised her left hand upwards and muttered a few words. Instantly, any scent that didn't belong to a room full of teenagers participating in an evening of tabletop gaming was removed from the air. Table and chairs were put back in their proper position, Sonja got her clothes on and in proper order, and the door was unsealed. A minute later, Sonja's mother came in with a tray full of more drinks. As the drinks were passed out, Sonja's mother asked if everyone was enjoying themselves. Smirks and smiles were hidden, but everyone answered in the affirmative.

It certainly was an experience, Sonja silently mused. Perhaps not one to be repeated, but certainly one to be experienced at least once.

Hidden from sight, the crystal glowed, as if the occupant were chuckling to itself.

finis​