Fostering Faust 2, page 32
part #2 of Fostering Faust Series
“You do?” Eleanor asked, coming to stand next to the bed. Her fingers were already quickly unlacing her tunic.
“Indeed. There’s something to be said for variety, Six. You’re just as beautiful as any other Numbered, in your own way,” Alex said, reaching up to lightly toy with the top of her pants.
Eleanor blinked rapidly at that, her hands grasping her tunic and pulling it up over her head. Baring her from head to waist.
The blush that was covering her face crept down her neck and shoulders.
Letting his eyes rove over her, partially for his own enjoyment and partially for her mental need, Alex smiled. Her skin was smooth, and the muscles across her entire body were very obvious. She had a lean and muscular physique, but it didn’t make her look overbuilt. Her modest bust fit her perfectly.
Trailing a finger up the middle of her, Alex tapped her sternum with a fingertip.
“See? Lovely flesh and bone, put together in a way that’s beautiful,” Alex said, lightly trailing his finger down under the curve of her left breast.
Eleanor shivered once. Her eyes locked on his face as her hands went to her pants. “Beautiful?”
“Yes, Six. Beautiful,” Alex confirmed, knowing he had to keep stroking her ego.
Pulling the drawstring apart, Eleanor hooked her thumbs into her pants and then began to shimmy them down. Muscled, toned thighs and hips became visible as they slid free.
“I don’t… I don’t have a waist, really… or… anything… back there or up top,” Eleanor complained, stepping out of her pants. Her hands fluttered across herself, as if she was unsure what to do with them.
Alex let his finger slide across her ribs, then laid his hand on her skin. Bringing it down over her side, he caressed her with delicate fingers.
“You have more than enough in all those categories for me. I find you positively fascinating,” Alex said, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “Fascinating and lovely.”
“Really? You do?” she asked, moving closer to the bed.
“I do. Come on up into our bed, Six,” Alex confirmed, making sure to speak in a way that included her.
Clambering into the bed, she sat down next to his hips, seemingly unsure of what to do or where to look. Her eyes flitted this way and that, but they seemed to constantly come back to Alex’s privates.
“I’d like you to put it in your mouth, Six,” Alex said, his hand gliding smoothly up and down her side.
“In my mouth,” Eleanor repeated. “Ok. I understand.”
Awkwardly, not knowing how or where to position herself, Eleanor got down over the top of Alex’s hips.
She put her hands to each side of his waist, tilting her head one way and then the other. As if guessing how to get in efficiently.
Leaning her head down, she simply put most of his length into her mouth and pressed her lips together. Then her eyes looked up to him, asking for direction.
To Alex, it was a lovely sight to see.
“Did Seven tell you a little about giving head?” Alex asked.
Eleanor nodded, her tongue moving around slowly under the tip of his member.
“Good,” Alex said, feeling his heart rate speed up. “This is giving head. I want you to start to gently suck on me. Once you’ve got that going, then you need to move your head from the bottom to the tip, and back down. Over and over.”
Eleanor nodded again, and he could feel her lips and mouth tighten up on him. Sucking on him.
Slowly, carefully, Eleanor began to gently bob her head up and down, in one of the most luxurious yet slowest blowjobs Alex had ever received.
Eleanor stared up at him as her head moved back and forth. Watching him and making small changes to what he guessed were her interpretations of his reactions.
For his part, Alex watched her pretty face as she worked him, enjoying the act immensely.
“That’s really great, Six,” Alex murmured, his right hand coming up to gently stroke her cheek.
“Mmm?” she mumbled, clearly seeking reassurance.
“Really great. Though… I think it’s time for you to move to the next step. Are you ready?” Alex asked.
Eleanor didn’t respond. Instead she continued to diligently devour him, her lips pulling at him as she rhythmically pumped her head.
Alex wasn’t about to complain. She wasn’t going to get him off at that speed, but it felt amazing.
A minute after he’d asked, she released him, her lips sliding over his head and letting him free of her grasp.
“Yes, Master. I’m ready, but… should I lie on my back or… what?” Eleanor asked, her lips looking swollen and pouty.
“I want you to get on top of me and ride me,” Alex said. “I want to be able to look up at your beautiful self, to maybe catch a glimpse of you during your first real orgasm.
“Maybe I’m hoping for too much, but it’s wishful thinking. So… slide on over here, straddle me, and put me into yourself.”
Eleanor took in a slow breath, then nodded her head. Her eyes seemed impossibly wide right now. There was no fear there, or concern, just uncertainty.
Swinging her leg over his middle, Eleanor mounted him as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her. Reaching out, he laid his hands on her hips.
I wonder if being a knight-errant might make her more fun in this position.
Reaching down between her legs, she grabbed him with gentle fingers. He felt her angle him around and then push his tip into her entry point.
Then she pressed her hands to each side of the bed beside Alex’s head. Staring into his eyes, Eleanor sank her hips down, and he could feel himself entering her.
Taking in a shuddering breath even as she pushed him deeper inside herself, Eleanor looked determined.
Her interior was tight and slick. It felt like a crushing pressure around his shaft, like she was being forced apart around him.
It wasn’t until her bottom was seated firmly in his lap, his hilt pressed to her lips, that she stopped.
Taking in a quick hiccupping breath, Eleanor quivered.
“It hurts a little… but feels really good,” she murmured, still gazing down at him.
The eye contact was a bit intense for Alex—she hadn’t looked away since she’d gotten in the bed—but he wasn’t going to stop her.
“Time to ride me, Six. Let’s see you work those hips till you drop,” Alex said, his hands giving her sides a squeeze. “I’m feeling lazy and I want to watch.”
Eleanor nodded a bit, then began to roll her hips experimentally. In a little under ten seconds, she was grinding herself into him even better than Rebekah could.
Being a horsewoman definitely helps.
Alex couldn’t help the thought. Eleanor was riding him furiously already, her body grinding against him as she rocked back and forth, managing to slip him in and out of herself from hilt to tip while riding him rough.
Her soft breaths became panting moans. Catching her lower lip with her teeth, Eleanor leaned in closer to him, angling him to fit her own need.
“Master, it feels so good,” Eleanor said in a pleading voice. “I feel fuzzy.”
“Go with it,” Alex said, holding tight to her hips. “Run that fuzzy feeling down.”
Nodding her head, Eleanor rode him into the bed like she wanted to swallow him with her nethers.
As he watched her, it apparently only took her a minute to find her peak point from there.
Alex could tell because she finally closed her eyes and broke contact, her head lolling backward as she lifted her shoulders up. Her back arched and she slammed herself down into his lap grinding herself into him.
He could feel her walls pulse and pound at him, crushing him, pulling as she climaxed. It brought him so close to his own finish that he felt like he was being deliberately edged.
Riding it out, Eleanor only lasted several more seconds before she shuddered and partially sank down into him.
“Oh. Master Alex, that was… wonderful,” she murmured.
Slipping his arm down around her hips, Alex rolled her over onto her back. Quickly and with a little force, he moved his knees up and splayed her legs out, her ankles hanging in the air.
Eleanor’s eyes opened and she gazed up at him with a strange look. Then she reached up behind him and laid her hands on his back, her fingers digging into his ribs.
Pressing his hands down into her hips, Alex began to thrust into her roughly.
Eleanor didn’t say anything, but she watched him intently. Getting pushed upward with each thrust, she let out soft little moans each time he entered her.
At the same time, her hands pushed at his back as he thrust forward, her calves resting on his rear and pulling at him, urging him ever on.
Unable to resist and wanting to finish, Alex pummeled her for a handful of breaths before hitting the end of his endurance.
Slamming himself into her, Alex pumped her full of his seed. Over and over he pushed up into her, dumping his material into her insides.
Sighing, Alex laid his head down on Eleanor’s shoulder as he dropped off. Her legs were still tightly wound around his hips, and one of her arms was curled around his shoulders.
He felt a hand combing through his hair, fingernails lightly tickling against his scalp.
“Seven lied,” Eleanor panted into his ear, kissing it. “That wasn’t just good, it was amazing. It felt… wonderful. I could feel you need me. You truly needed me.
“And you still need me.”
Heh… that makes a weird sort of sense for her mentality, I suppose.
Eleanor continued to softly pant, her lips trailing delicate kisses up and down Alex’s ear and neck. It was a strange bit of attention from her.
A minute passed like this. The knight lost in the aftereffects of riding out her climax.
“Can… we go again? Soon?” she asked suddenly.
Chapter 29
Alex was eying the crystal in his hand. There was an obvious change in it. Completing the deal with Eleanor had granted him a considerable amount of power.
Her virginity and her eternal servitude in bed had been worth quite a bit.
That helps.
The door opened, and Alex quickly tucked away his crystal.
A short, balding, pudgy man with brown graying hair and clear brown eyes walked into the room. He had an infectious smile and seemed for all the world to be little more than a ball of positive energy.
Alex had no memory of this man, nor what this meeting had to do with him at all.
He’d been told a visitor was coming to see him, and that Clark was preparing a room specifically for this visit.
“Ahh, my son!” said the man. Laughing, he moved straight to Alex with a light and quick step.
Standing up, Alex wasn’t quite sure how to respond.
The man simply invaded Alex’s space and hugged him tightly. With several back slaps, the man continued to laugh to himself.
Before Alex could even respond or do little more than hug the man back, he was pushing himself away from Alex and looking at him.
“Anna said you were handsome, but I didn’t believe it. Your actions had too much in the way of brains for that to be true,” said the man, peering at Alex.
Oh. Oh, I see. This must be my non-existent father-in-law suddenly come to life.
Though that’s worrying, to a degree. Is it because he’s so powerful that they let him visit me, or that it took his level of power to be able to visit me?
“It’s good to meet you, Master Ulles,” Alex said with a grin. Apparently, Anna’s ability to run people over was partially hereditary.
“No, no. My friends call me Chuck, acquaintances Charles, and those who shouldn’t call me at all do so as Master Ulles. You, though, will call me dad. Especially with how well you’ve taken care of my little girl.
“Don’t get me wrong, I had my doubts when she came back and told me you’d already agreed to marry her. I thought it was one of her flights of fancy.”
Alex couldn’t help but nod at the memory. Anna had literally run him over and dragged him off. Much like those old cartoons of cavemen claiming their mates.
“You’ve really done a good job of building up on her strong points, by the way. I’ve never seen her so… invested. There was a moment where I realized she’d happily gut me if it benefited you,” Master Ulles said with a machine-gun-like laugh. “Not that I’d blame her for it. I’d have done the same for my own wife.”
Unable to get a word in edgewise, Alex only smiled. Not sure if or how he could respond.
“And from giving my daughter a good look the last time I saw her, apparently I’ll be a gran-dad soon to a new member in the family. The wife was over the moon—I think she might be coming to stay with you if she can make it happen, just to be closer. I never thought she’d consider not traveling,” said the short master merchant with another burst of machine-gun laughter. “My poor little Annie is growing so wide now!”
Alex grinned, wanting to grasp a hold of the conversation. He wouldn’t let this opportunity go by. He wanted to know about his wife.
Needed to.
“Is Anna well? Is she doing alright? I sent her a letter as soon as I was able. I couldn’t tell her everything, of course, because I feared they’d simply destroy it instead of delivering it,” Alex said, his words practically tripping over one another.
Charles Ulles watched Alex for several seconds before his smile grew wider. Patting Alex on the shoulder, the other man sat down in a chair at the table. Then he indicated the one next to it.
“Sit, son, sit. We’ll talk about all of what I know and probably more. As for Annie, she’s well. Well and doing fine,” Master Ulles said, his pace slowing considerably. “She’s rather upset you’re not there with her, but that’s to be expected. Otherwise, she’s quite fine, just getting bigger by the day.”
Alex nodded at that, smiling and taking the indicated seat. He imagined Anna had spent a good amount of time pouting to Mary about it. Who had more than likely counseled her in what to do.
“She’s rather angry at Clark. Clark senior, the duke, that is. He seems to be playing a bit of a game with the duchess. She’s already authorized the payment of your ransom thrice, and he keeps changing his mind,” said Charles. “Keep in mind, he isn’t changing the amount, which would be rather disgraceful, but whether or not he’ll release you. Still somewhat disgraceful, but not as bad as the other.
“Though the amount is rather steep for a count.”
“Hm. That’s mildly disappointing,” Alex said. “I suppose it’s not very surprising, however. I think I’d be loath to release anyone for money if I didn’t have to. I’d end up just spending it back to get someone else, or for more. I’d rather work for a simple prisoner exchange and argue value there.”
Charles’s nose scrunched up at that, like he was appalled at the idea of not working for money.
“Be that as it may, it would seem the duke doesn’t want to return the venerable Count Inferno, even if he’s in need of coinage,” Charles said with a shrug. “Supposedly he can’t even pay all his soldiers their wages.”
“Wait, he’s got a cash-flow problem?” Alex asked.
“Indeed. From what I hear, he overspent a considerable amount on purchases and seems to have bled himself rather dry. It’s rather shocking, to be completely honest.
“Quite a few people are starting to call in debts now. Even if it does anger the duke, they’d rather that than risk not getting their money back at all,” Charles said, leaning to one side in his chair. “Personally, I think it’s a ploy. There’s no possibility of him going bankrupt. He’s been one of the most frugal dukes I’ve had the displeasure of working with.”
What if he was expecting a windfall from a certain earl—one that had probably bargained it all away for his life?
How much did he have? I should have done a count on it.
“Ah… father, did Anna tell you about the circumstances we’ve found ourselves in?” Alex asked.
“Oh, yes. She walked me through some of the finer details she worked out with your… sponsor. She got you a deal I’d be proud of,” Charles said with a smirk. “Truth be told, I’m a bit jealous of a few of those offers you have on contingency. I wonder if you might put in a good word for me later. I’m a master merchant, after all.”
Leah, can I refer him to you? To be fair, he would probably make as many deals as Anna, or more.
Are you listening right now?
There was no response. Alex would make a point to ask her about it later. Sighing, he waved a hand in the air above his head.
“What if I told you I believe there was an expectation from the duke to land the treasury of Terk? And he would have gotten it. But I stole it. All of it,” Alex said, getting straight to the point. He knew they were safe to talk here. Valeria had done her homework on the rooms in the keep, and she knew which ones could be listened in on. She’d given him all that information so he could know when to watch his tongue.
This room was not one of the rooms to worry over.
Charles had the distinct look of a man who didn’t know what to say. Which Alex probably assumed was a bit of a rarity.
Charles’s mouth opened and closed several times before he mastered his ability to communicate.
“You… stole the treasury of Terk? From the earl himself?” Charles asked.
“I did. All of it,” Alex confirmed. “I left not a single coin.”
“And if you hadn’t… Gaelis would have had it… and from what I’ve heard, the earl fled. Left the city to fall,” Charles muttered. “That’d line up, wouldn’t it? He overspent because he was expecting to take Terk and its coffers.
“And that damnable earl was taxing the merchants quite a bit before this. That treasury was probably very full. I personally hadn’t run a damn shipment through there since he put a fee on every single item I brought in.”
Shaking his head, Charles looked lost in thought. The bubbly, energetic merchant was gone.
A man who would look far more at home in a conference room back in Alex’s original world was sitting there now. Anna’s father was putting off an aura that Alex had felt many times. Usually from the most dangerous board members, the ones he’d had to watch out for.
