The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

"That's okay," she said, reverting back to her previous form of the raven-haired woman. Arx brushed off his hands and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Consider this a freebie from your good pal, Arx. I didn't cum, yeah, but I had a good time anyway." She walked away from him to find her clothes, stooping and picking them up from the floor, "besides, go out and fulfill that fantasy of yours. Have a woman teach you how to make her cum- the brothels are the best place for that, I'd say."

While she appreciated his offer, she wasn't going to accept that sort of thing out of obligation. Sex wasn't about obligation or duty, it was about passion or affection. If she wanted someone to be obligated to make her cum, she would also visit a brothel.
 
Chasen gives Maritia a soft hug as he takes the book from her. "It's definitely worth a read if it's affordable." Let's see.

He walks back to Qizzig and first asks if he's heard back form the other office yet. Then places the book down for Qizzig to look and price it.
 
With a heavy, overdramatic sigh, Qizzig looks at the book and opens a ledger to find the price. "75 gold," he says in a voice that communicates exactly how little he cares whether or not Chasen buys it.









"Oh...al-alright," Cline says, with disappointment clear in his voice. "If you don't want me to...that's fine..."

He watches her pick up her things, then laughs. "Brothels," he says distractedly. "Holier places than I ever thought, aren't they?"
 
No matter how kind and charming Kellin may seem, just telling random strangers about your high end magical items tended to be a bad idea. She knew she couldn't just spill the beans on it.

"I think it's obvious. It's very pleasureful," Sprite kind of lied, kind of didn't. It was enjoyable.

"If you do stop by the brothel, make yourself known. Would love to enjoy the show."

She then flipped up her skirt, giving herself proper access. She expertly slid two of her fingers into her wanting pussy while she rubbed her thumb on her clit. Her pinky finger of her other hand lightly slipped into her asshole. Nowhere near the sexual extremes that she tended to need, but she had just met this man. She would ponder saving the really fun stuff for later.
 
"AND? ..." Chasen chastises as qizzig is having to draw out the other request. "Did the sending come back on the other location? You know if you just dealt with me, you wouldn't have to talk to me this much."
 
Chasen Rummaged through the coin purse looking at the remaining. He had an idea. If only to teach this lizardman a lesson on customer service he quickly took some money out and placed what looked like 15 stacks of five gold each. However, under one gold coin was 4 copper in each stack. Still being ignored by the time Chanse finished counting and Qizzig not looking at the neat stacks Chasen pushed them away from the edge of the desk, and left with the book.

"You can take that at your leisure, good sir. Wouldn't want to disturb you any further."

He wrapped his arm around Maritia to set a quick pace to leave the shop. And poof gone before Qizzig's snout ever extracted from between the book he was studying.

"Corinald Heatheringbone. OK, maybe not waiting might be a good idea. I'm going to need to stake out the estate, catch him in a away from his guard."

As Maritia walked him to the estate, Chase went over his plan. He was going to follow Corinald around for a few days try to catch his routine and find a point where he isn't quite too public and away from his and the city's guard. Once there Chasen was going to confront him about the club and demand payment with a small collection fee.
 
“Go see Bellavia,” Qizzig mutters as Chasen walks out the door, having barely looked at the coins. Meanwhile, Maritia quickly guides Chasen to the Heatheringbone estate. She’s even able to point out the young man in question, who Chasen would recognize looks much like his father. He almost immediately disappears inside the gigantic home.






“The, uh,” Kellin stammers out, “poop doesn’t, er, bother you?” He strokes his cock, leisurely, not yet seeking to cum. “And yeah, definitely. I’d owe you a good show.”
 
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“You’d be surprised. I find them to be a truly religious experience.” She stopped and leaned on the table for a moment, her brow furrowing. Just what were these piercings? The nipple ones were pretty self-explanatory, but the clit one… every time she took a step, the thing would rub slightly against her, sending a tingle of arousal up her body. How was she supposed to fight if she was constantly horny?

Lifting her head, she gave him a distracted nod. “And don’t feel too bad, Cline. It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive, it’s just that I don’t like when people feel they have to do something out of courtesy.”
 
Sprite laughs at the silly but understandable question.

"My mind doesn't work that way. When all you want is pleasure you tend to not think things through. That would bother me if I bothered to ponder it, but I never do. I like to believe I keep myself clean enough though," Sprite responded.

Seeing that her masturbating partner was trying to take things at a slower pace, she really just took that as a challenge. Clearly he needed more of a show. Sprite properly removed her skirt, kicking it aside. She repurposed the hand on her pussy for a moment, prying it open so Kellin could see the gaping opening. Then she went back to fingering herself. Her ass on the other hand spread out to take in all of her fingers but her thumb. She had been through a lot more then this so lubrication or preparation was not needed.

"Are you telling me you can actually think straight?" Sprite went on and then started to pant with the pleasure.
 
“Courtesy?” Cline asks, confused. His mouth hangs open like that of a fish. “Oh, I’ve made a…” He shrinks in on himself. “I…I’m not used to…having…desires, much less expressing them, and I’ve caused you unnecessary offense.” He blushes fresh. “Arx, I…Yes, I think it would be courteous of me to do for you what you did for me, and I think that it would help me shepherd my flock into this new era of our order. Those things are true.” He pauses, and his cheeks are a blazing red. “I also want to. Since you disrobed, my eyes have been drawn to that part of you like water to the ocean. I suspect that I would greatly enjoy doing this with you, specifically.”








“Oh, fuck,” Kellin breathes, crouching a bit to see as far up Sprite’s slick tunnel. He stares into the darkness inside her, his cock dripping further despite him forgetting to stroke it. He hears what she says, but smirks and just replies “huh?”
 
"Exactly!" Sprite responded with a smile.

The rest of her statements were grunts and moans. The time of banter had passed as she started to reach her peak. Being in full control of all of this, the power of it, was a bit intoxicating, brining her to her limit quickly and with little effort. She wasn't sure if she would hold off long enough to see Kellin cum first, but she would try. Her thumb on her clit picked up the pace as she came ever closer. Her moaning stopped being held back, she was to into it to even be that cautious. Someone could definitely hear them at this point, really they could have new eyes on them, but Sprite would not mind for a moment. She was built for this.
 
Her own cheeks actually flushed a soft pink. When was the last time she had heard something so sweet and genuine? When was the last time a man had blushed at the sight of her as though she was a lovely creature they wanted to touch tenderly? The moments of true intimacy in her life had been few and far between. Regardless of how many people she fucked and how good a time it was, she still had a heart inside her that longed for connection.

Her gaze softened considerably, those dark eyes now looking affectionately at the priest. "Alright," she said simply. "I would like that, Cline."

Arx dropped her clothes and sat on the table, scooting her butt back until she could twist and lay down length-ways. She then wiggled until her pussy was near the edge and her long legs were hanging down.
 
Kellin stares, fixated on the show Sprite was putting on just for him. His hand speeds up just a bit on his shaft, still just enjoying the sensation rather than racing toward its conclusion. But, his breathing was faster now, harder, his spine tense. Sprite’s grunts and moans prodded him on, and within a few moments he groaned and shot his cum onto the floor between them. Heaving breaths clawed from his chest as he came down from his high, and his eyes were still locked between the harpy’s legs.








Cline nodded, respectfully, then quickly knelt between Arx’s legs. For an instant, he stared in stunned silence, the took a sharp breath in through his nose. “Wow.” He placed a hand on Arx’s thigh, to steady himself and take comfort from the touch. “Lady Yenda is more benevolent than I’d even hoped, if this is the altar she has commanded us to pray upon.”

He slowly lifted a single finger to trail lightly along the very edge of her lower lips. “So soft…” he trailed off, before looking up into Arx’s eyes. “I would welcome your guidance, Champion.”
 
Sprite came herself, her head going blank and her eyes closing. As she opened them and the after glow started to come over her, it was hard for her to tell who had climaxed first, but of course it wasn't a contest. She got up from the floor, shaky of course, hardly keeping her balance as she swayed for a moment. She wandered over to Kellin, putting her hand under his shaft and having just the slightest amount of white seed settle onto her palm. She licked up the treat, tasting just a hint of it, but enjoying it all the same.

"Next time I will buy something after I wander," Sprite said with a smile.

"I'll be back in a weeks time for my gear. Keep as busy as you want till then."

Sprite then proceeded to get dressed properly. She gave Kellin one last wave goodbye and after that promptly left the store. Once outside of the building she took up to the sky and flew lazily up high, simply taking her time, relaxing for a moment as she decided on what to do next.
 
Sprite glided slowly in and out of clouds. The sun every now and then peaking in with its glory. A greatly enchanting time after such a playful endeavor at the smiths. But all good things need to come to an end and before she can fully drift off in this moment of peace, a black flash moves across the sky. Something with wings was flying up and away, going in a rather ruff north/east direction. To far away to make any detail about other then they had wings and were the size of a human. Sprite knew there was a chance it could be another devil, fleeing from the city, not wanting to be seen. Taking on another devil, that could mean death. The last one had battled with her harder then any creature before. But if she left to get help she would never see it again, and Arx, nor could Chasen fly. So what help could they provide in this case? No, the only right answer was to risk it and try to track the being.

Sprite kept to the clouds, trying her best to stay hidden as she fallowed along. She had to admit though she was never well skilled for hiding.
 
Sprite was moving faster than the mysterious flying individual, but not by much. As they both flew to the northeast, Sprite would finally be able to make out feathered wings, ruling out many devils. Unfortunately, at the same time it would become clear that unless something changed Sprite would not be able to catch up to the fleeing person before they both reached the city walls.
 
Arx bit her lip for a moment as he simply marveled at her pussy. It was quite flattering, the man treating her with clear reverence.

"If a woman isn't wet, then you need to do a bit more foreplay. Kissing, touching, teasing- you need a spark before you can ignite a fire. If she's already wet like I am... then you can engage in the main event. Feel within my slit for an entrance, and when you find it, insert your pointer finger gently. For me, you can do two fingers if you like, since I'm already very aroused at the moment." It felt somewhat embarrassing to say such a thing, though it felt a bit odd for her to think that way. She was as dirty as they came, her dirty talk the sort that would make a whore nod in approval. But simply stating it in such a plain, conversational way felt out of place for her.
 
Arx’s clinical tone may have felt awkward for her, but it seemed to arouse the sheltered cleric even more. With heavy breaths and hooded eyes he nodded, his gaze unmoved from her glistening slit. Foreign to him as sexual touch was, he was well practiced with how comforting touch was in other situations, and he assumed the principle would translate. His fingers started along her thighs, moving toward her center without breaking contact.

With a deep inhale, he slid first one finger and then a second around between her lips, eventually finding her entrance and slipping inside. His touch was slow and gentle, but constant. “This, um, this liquid…” His voice was dry and scratchy, and he paused to swallow. “Is it…the same as what you, um, you drank from me? Does it have a flavor to it?” His question was more for him than her, though, because without waiting for an answer he took his fingers out of her and tentatively licked her juices from them, eyes widening and voice humming in pleasantly surprised satisfaction. Immediately he plunged his fingers into his mouth and sucked every drop he could get.

“Wondrous!” He breathed, and slid them back into Arx’s blessed cunt.
 
She wouldn't necessarily describe her pussy juices as "wondrous" but she believed him when he said it with such a rapturous look on his face. His fingers were long and very smooth, perfect.

"Alright..." she breathed, "now you'll want to move your fingers in and out, in and out. It doesn't have to be fast at this point, just a gentle rocking motion. At the same time, if you spread my pussy lips, you'll see where you pierced me. The piercing marks the spot where a woman is most sensitive. What you pierced is the hood, the covering of a woman's pearl of pleasure- we call it the clit. It has a hood because it needs to be protected because it's very sensitive. A lot of women like different things- some like feeling your tongue up inside them while you rub their pearl with your thumb; some like being fingered while you swirl your tongue around the clit. Some like for a man to explore all of her pussy with his tongue, only occasionally flicking over her clit until she's begging and pleading for you to let her cum. That's more advanced though, so I'm not sure you're there just yet."

Arx chuckled, "for me... go ahead and finger me, Cline, and when you're ready you can start moving your tongue around where you see my piercing."
 
Cline starts sliding his fingers in and out, back and forth, with a little bit of pressure to spread them apart. Her clit, he treated like an ailing or grieving parishioner. His lips and tongue didn’t immediately embrace her, instead sitting next to her, providing a comforting presence, kissing the junction between her inner thigh and pubic mound. He turned to her, listening to her concerns and offering empathetic kisses and breaths. Eventually he draped a tongue over her shoulders, letting her dampen his lower lip with her tears. Finally he pulled her in between his waiting lips, pressure and warmth letting her know she was cared for.

All the while his fingers pumped in and out, and he watched for some sign by which to judge his performance.
 
Arx had met some pretty smooth men in her time, but his tenderness surpassed them for the sheer connectedness she felt to him. Every move he made she seemed to elevate her arousal, so when he finally got to her button, she let out a moan of desire. Maybe part of it was that the ring that had pierced her moved whenever it was nudged, providing direct stimulation as well.

Her hand came down and she caressed the side of his face affectionately before moving her fingers into his hair. “Cline… it feels amazing- I think mm… I think you might be a natural.” Her breath hitched and a little whimper of pleasure came the next moment, the changeling reveling in this new sort of passion.
 
A natural pales next to a practiced adept, he thought, and nearly moved to implore her to critique him nonetheless. However, his lips and tongue were occupied with a sacred charge, and they would not abandon their post for a moment.

So, he pumped his fingers and suckled greedily at her clit, rising in enthusiasm toward a looming crescendo.
 
He seemed to be inspired by her praise, or perhaps he had just gotten really into it. Whatever the case, she found herself absorbed in that holy tongue of his. Her hand was pulled back in favor of her lifting her arms above her head and holding onto the table’s edge .

Arx’s breasts rose and fell with each panting breath she took, her eyes closed softly while her eyelashes fluttered occasionally. The way his tongue was moving now drove her nuts! That little piercing kept flipping back and forth while his mouth… Fuck. For a mouth so chaste, he was doing unholy things to her body. Her body started to writhe and in no time she was crying out his name as she reached her peak.

“Cline!” She wailed, her toes curling.
 
He drank deeply of her blessed holy water, the prodigal cunnilingist coaxing her down from her divine heights, before sitting back on his ass in the middle of the floor in satiated wonder.

“I would’ve happily served that false goddess for the rest of my days, toiling in chastity and prudishness; but if having sex with other people is half as good as it is with you then I will not rest until the entire continent has heard of the true Yenda, praise Her name.”

He tried to stand, but his hand slipped on some sexual fluid or another, so he feebly reached out to grasp Arx by the ankle. “Thank you.”
 
Arx sat up and propped herself up on her elbows, looking down on him with a small smile. “That was really good for me too… You have a good heart. I’m sure that’s why you were the one she trusted.”

She sat completely up and scratched the back of her head, her eyes looking slightly away from him. “I’m not sure if I’ll see you again, but if I don’t, I hope you have a long and fruitful life.” Arx hoped Yenda would really watch over this guy- it was rare to find such a truly pure-hearted guy like that.
 
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