Ok…this is my first attempt at the “bloging” (is it bloging or blogging) thing… But, under the advice of the fair Lady Nat_angelus_pet, I’m posting to Paradise Inferno’s blogs. If it is well received, more will follow. Any critiquing to be done, I would appreciate if you please do so in the room. I’m in there most nights, of late as a new member

Wordsmith's Bargain

A young man scribbles away, tirelessly, on a parchment; working to meet the deadline of his mentor and master. He has, since being welcomed into his master’s house, strived to meet the standards of such a gifted and skilled playwright. But, try as he might, his work is marginal at best. The content falls short. The characters dull and one dimensional, lacking any real flavor. And his plot lines are open ended bladders of wind. But this one for sure shows promise. He thinks to himself as he reaches the end of his current tale, he has to see !THIS! is some of my best work.

A knock at the door pulls the young man’s attention from the work at hand. “Yes, I’ll be right there sir… Just finishing the newest work right now…” He hastily drops his quill pen into the inkwell, and breaths over the paper on the desk to dry the work off. Jumping up from the desk as his master enters. “Well, Michael, how do you fare with this latest batch of work I laid before you?” The young man gathers up the sheets of paper, and reluctantly hands them to his master, “Well, I think, Master Shakespear. I believe you’ll find these last works something worth reading.” Shakespear takes the offered papers into hand, and by the light of the candle he skims over page after page.

Moments seem to drag as the young man waits, heart pounding. Turning his eyes up from the papers, Shakespear regards his young pupil with a warm heart, “Michael…you do show promise… But sadly, you’re still not grasping the syntax…the core…the very !ESSENCE! of what it is to be a writer…” He sits on the bed next to the desk. “You’re missing the key ingredient to all of these pages boy…” Michael sits in the chair at the desk. “But I’m trying sir… Surely you’ve seen improvement these last few months?” Shaking his head, sadly, Shakespear rises and heads towards the door. “Yes boy, there is improvement indeed. But I agreed to take you on only so long as you could pay your tuition here at the academy. I’m sorry my boy, but I’m going to have to dismiss you at the end of the month.”

And with the door closing behind his master, the feeling of the world closing him off with it was almost too much to bare. Throwing himself onto the bed, Michael’s heart was a breath from shattering. All his work, all his hopes, everything rode on these next few weeks… To win that bursary from the academy would solve all his problems. It would give him enough money to cover his tuition, and leave enough to live on for several months afterwards. If only there was a way to glimpse what his master was talking of…a method of understanding fully the scope of where his experience should be at… As he lay upon his bed, thinking, sleep slowly crept upon him.

As he lay there, deep in slumber, his mind wandered…lost in a haze of what if…dreaming of the day he would hold his master’s praise in reverence. It was like a sea breeze off the ocean…wafting in to caress his cheek, a voice calling out to him from the darkness of the great and all consuming node… “Michael… Miiiiichael… Oh do wake up you silly boy… We have words to exchange lad. And I’m not about to do it with you half asleep now am I?” It was a sultry, expressive female Scottish lilt peeking into his unconscious, poking his worked stressed and over taxed mind back out of slumber. “Come on now…wakey wakey… Or would you rather I take my proposition else where?” His mind struggled out of the fog of sleep, dazed and confused, “Wha…what…? Who’s there…?”

The room was black, the candle having guttered out some time ago. But laying in his bed, the young man knew he wasn’t alone. “Who’s there?” A soft feminine chuckle issued out of the darkness, calming but unknown. “There we are…bright eyed and bushy tailed… Come now boy, up…up…” He could hear the mirth in this unknown female visitor’s voice, washing over him like a soothing balm. “Who are you?” He asked, sitting up on the bed. The sound of movement shifting his gave towards the chair at his desk as he became aware to this hidden guest in the dark. “Oh, who I am is of no import. But why I’m here is… I’ve come to strike a bargain, of sorts, with you Michael…to give you that which you so muchly want.”

Leaning forward on the edge of his bed, facing this female voice, he cocked his head to one side, “A bargain? What sort of bargain?” A soft, sultry chuckle issued from close by in the darkness. “Oh…a simple one… I’ll give you what you want. In return, you’ll give me what I want. A fair deal for a fair trade…no?” Slinking slightly away from the female voice out of the darkness, Michael asked, “And what is it you want?” A soft chuckle in his ear, a body slipping onto the bed with him as the unseen figure slipped her body around behind him. “I want you here, in this bed, with me…to experience life as that old twit of a master of yours would have you write about. I want you to feel the raw passion of a night, to strike into your very soul the kind of passion that blasphemous Shakespear could only ever !DREAM! of writing about dear boy…”

The heat of her breath strong against his neck, she persisted, “I want you to feel it in the very !CORE! of your being…” a hand slipped around his waist, coming to rest on his crotch, “…and know that this night…anything is possible…” fingers starting to softly caress his manhood through the confines of his trousers. “I want you to embrace this encounter with your very soul,” The hand tightens on his groin, fingernails digging slightly into the sensitive nodes in his sack. “I want you to feel what it is to really be alive, my boy… And for that, I’ll grant you the praise you so eagerly crave from that simpleton you call “master”. Do we have a deal?”

Feeling the touch upon his quickly hardening shaft, Michael saw the merits to this woman’s proposal. Clearly, there was no harm in what she was offering or asking for in return. A simple night’s pleasure for all he had ever wanted… “And if I have questions?” A tongue strokes his ear from behind as she chuckles softly “Ask, my boy…I’ll answer three…and no more.” Sitting there, feeling her sumptuous body pressing against his back, Michael tried to focus. “What is the name of my gracious benefactor, for starters” Fingers trailing up from his lap, she reaches to pull off his top. “You can call me Lady Liridanin…or, if you prefer Liri will suffice.” Feeling her other hand reach around from behind, Michael clears his throat shakily, “An…and all you want is one night of carnal pleasure, in exchange for my master’s praise with my work?” soft lips pressing against his ear, she growls provocatively, “Mmmhhhmmm…all the praise you rightly deserve…and more. He’ll be offering you a job as his ‘prentice in no time at all…”

Shaking, Michael started to think…really think… “Well then Liri, why me…? Why did you choose me? I’m no one special…” A throaty chuckle, and the feeling of her nails dragging down his chest made Michael think he’d gone too far…until she leaned back in close to nip his ear playfully. “Nothing special… Nothing special indeed… You truly have no idea about where you come from boy?” His response was a hasty head shake, fearful he had upset the woman. “Oh my dear boy…that’s an answer that would be lengthy indeed in the telling… And sadly, we haven’t the time to tell it. But I will say this much,” her body presses tighter against his, “You have many roads before you. And your journey will take you to a good many wonders…and hardships, I’m afraid. To be but a stepping stone in such a journey is a momentous thing…no?”

Feeling Liri’s hands slip into his trousers, Michael is struke with a new found wonder. His body seeming to respond to her touch in ways he had never experienced before. A warmth deep in his groin started to stir, and flow through his body. And as she gently started to pull him down onto his back, a stream of moonlight through the shuddered window gave him his first glimpse of her. My gawd, she’s beautiful, he thought as he took in her beauty at last. From her long flowing red hair, hanging down to the small of her back, the large firm breasts with taut large nipples, the slender waist, and long slender legs that straddled him as he lay on the bed beneath her. He was struck with one last thought before all reason eluded him completely. “Uh…Liri…I uh…I’ve never lain with a woman before…”

A soft, throaty chuckle rumbled from deep within her, sending a new sensation into Michaels groin as Liri massaged against it, “Well, this !IS! a momentous night for both of us then… I haven’t had a virgin in quit some years…” And as he looked up at her, smiling down at him like the predator finally cornering the prey, she leaned forward for a heated kiss and reached down for his throbbing member and proceeded to guide him into her waiting pleasure.

As the new sensation of coupling began, she was slow at first…teasing the head of his cock over her womanhood. The sensual caress of her labia sliding softly against the head of his manhood. Her other hand on his chest, fingernails digging into flesh slightly. Her breathing slow and rhythmic as her eyes locked on his. Her hips swaying forward and back ever so slightly. “You like the feel of it?” She asked, biting her lower lip. His response, a simple nod of the head, eyes locked on hers.

Ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his throbbing stiffness…pressing down just enough to slip the head in. And, as he lay looking at her…a mix of wonder, fear, and hunger running through him; a pale indigo hue started to permeate through the room. “Mmmhhhmmm…nice and slow…start off with the tease…” she started to purr, “then let go…” and she lifted off his muscle. “Make you feel the sensation of this night for the first time…for a long time…” She grinned down at him as she started to move back down again, engulfing just the head inside. “And when you can’t take it any longer like this…” She dropped her hips lower, both of them feeling his head slide all the way past that initial resistance. “Oh…yeah…you like that, don’t you?” Michael nodded.

Slowly, Liri moved her hips down onto Michaels engorged member; alternating between sliding it in and teasing just the head. But within several minutes of slow teasing and relishing the feel of his body sliding up into hers, Liri had lowered her full weight down onto Michaels pelvis. Teeth clenched tightly together, Michael could feel the deeper parts of Liri’s passion as her womanhood engulfed him totally, the inner walls massaging him like her hand had done earlier in their conversation. Liri, her body taught, arms raised up behind her head was reveling in the sensation of his manhood deep inside her, feeling the pulse of his lifeblood through his cock. “!GAWD! yesssss…I think we’re about ready to have some real fun now my boy…” Liri groaned as she started to grind against Michael, pressing him even deeper into her wanting pleasure. “More fun than this…?” He growled with strained effort. “Mmmhhhmmm…definitely more fun…for both of us…” She cooed in a sultry deep groan, “…more fun than I’m guessing you’ve had in a long time…”

Slowly, Liri started to move her hips forward and back and using her knees to raise herself up and down slightly. The movements were slow and rhythmic, building up to a faster pace over a period of moments. As she started to come down harder on Michael, her hands reached down for his…guiding them up to her chest. “I know you want to touch them. So, have at it… And you can be rough to them, I can take it.” Looking up at his hands now placed over each breast, Michael squeezes them with his fingers. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…come on now…don’t be shy…” Liri purrs in a haughty manner, “They might not bite, but I certainly do.” A wicked grin flashes across her face as Michael’s attention shifts from her breats for a second. “Now, pinch the nipples just so…” her hands over his, she presses index finger and thumb of both hands, each, around a nipple, “mmmhhhmmm…just like so… Now, twist the nipples…” Taking her hands away, Michael twists slightly as pressure squeezes the nipples tighter between his digits.

“!FUCK YEAH…! Just like that…” Liri groans as she starts to ride his girth harder, “Man handle them and make me feel those fingers work…” Michael digs his fingers deep into the flesh of each breast, twisting and tugging on her nipples as her body starts to bounce slightly from her increased riding tempo. Liri places a hand on Michael’s chest, nails digging in slightly as she leans forward and increases the length of her ride; moving till just the tip of his manhood stays in…slamming back down hard against his pelvis… “!FUCK! You’re pick…picking this up pretty quickly my young friend…” She groans breathlessly, “Keep this up, and we might be done before you know it…”

Feeling the wetness of her on his member, Michael starts to feel himself swelling even more inside her. His stiffness all consuming in it’s need to burrow deeper inside her as she rides harder upon him. Hands working on her firm large breasts, he pays particular attention to her swollen nipples; twisting and tugging harder as she bounces upon him. “Gawd…I don’t…oh gawd…I feel…I feel…” His body giving in, Michael senses his true awakening this night as his sack tightens. “!FUCK YES! FUCKIN’ GO WITH IT!!! Let it…!OH GAWD! How much more girth can you get down there…?” Liri screams as the walls of her womanhood seem to stretch further still to encompass his cock. “Liri…!GAWD LIRI! I’m gunna…gu…” And feeling her come down hard and fast, Michael feel his passion release deep inside her warm, flexing love. The whole of his conscious mind dwindles down to a pinprick in the fabric of his mental resistance, and all thought slips away like a dandelion seed in the wind…

“!FUCK ME!...you lasted longer than I thought you would…” Liri gasps as she flops down beside Michael on the bed “And what the hell was that last bit at the end, just before you came? It was like your cock doubled in size…” Laying there, chest heaving and lost in the moment, Michael turned his head slightly. “You’re asking me…? You’re supposed to be the one with the knowledge here. That doesn’t happen with other men when they do it?” Liri barks a raucous laugh and replies, “Darlin’ if that happened with other men, I’d have been crippled three lifetimes ago…” Liri slips a hand onto his chest, moving downward, “Now, our bargain is sealed. And you path lies before you. Which paths you choose will shape you into the man you’ll become…”

Her hand ,moving down to his groin, Liri leans in for a deep kiss. Softly stroking a finger up and down the length of his cock, she starts to pull away. “Now…sleep…and dream…” and with her words, Michael’s eye start to close, “Until we met again my little princeling who will be king. Sleep…sleep the sleep of euphoric bliss…sleep, knowing that on the morrow you will be a knew man…” Her words trialing off into the fog of his mind, Michael once again drops off into the ever consuming haze of night…

Writen by by the creative styling of Mr. E AKA Shadoweyes72