RD 5 Ch 22

"Oh, there you are," Circe said several days later entering the tent. "I was wondering if you were still holed up in here."

Since she left a few days ago, I hadn’t had any obvious minders. That one nymph had wandered in a few times to try her luck before her pride and frustration got the better of her.

Circe still dropped in from time to time to flirt or share a meal and we’d had a number of long conversations, some of which went well into the night about both everything and nothing at all.

"I can't let you think I'm slacking," I shot back, glancing up to see that Circe was in a rather tempting red velvet dress today, the plunging neck line certainly wasn’t for battle nor leadership. But was it for me?

"So," Circe said by way of awkwardly breaking the ice, "it seems you've made a few enemies."

"And if by that do you mean avoided a few man-eaters looking for a snack?" I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and I was familiar enough with this Circe that she wasn’t going to take it as a sign of disrespect to her personally.

Circe chuckled. "If that's the way you see all of them, then I suppose that's one way to phrase it. Though I think if you call them man-eaters, they would be flattered and come back for a second bite." She nipped at my ear, but all I felt was her hot breath.

I groaned and looked down at the paperwork, trying to avoid the topic of my rapid arousal at Circe’s antics. The woman was an expert in teasing. "At least things are starting to get a little more organized," I said, trying to focus.

Circe watched me with careful eyes before she sat down on the chair next to me and leaned in close, the softness of that velvet dress and her chest pressing against my arm wasn’t helping at all. "I think I'll keep you."

"Oh?" I played it off, though this time she had my full attention. "Keep me, you say?"

"Exactly. Me and my nymphs have led a good life, but rarely have I been so free as to enjoy it as I have these last few days. There's always conflict. And I think you more than most understand the burdens of a leader." She put her elbow on the table and leaned into me, her eyes searching my own.

"I think I would agree with that, though I know my current state doesn't tell that picture." I said with a shrug.

Circe flashed a brilliant smile and her eyes filled with more than mischief this time as she flirted with me.

Briefly, I wondered what it would take for me to get that same smile from Circe after the Trial of Kings. Perhaps if we moved her away from leadership long enough, it would bounce back. I realized I had been too quiet as she stared at me with a smile, though perhaps inserting the long pause had been the right next move.

The next thing I knew, she was leaning in and giving me a long, lingering kiss, one that had me forget everything else and try to scoop her up into my arms. Circe grabbed the back of my head, her nails leaving long furrows in my hair as she pulled me forward, mashing our lips together.

It lasted long enough that when I broke the kiss, I was short of breath, breathing heavily and looking into her eyes. This time, they couldn't contain my gaze before it wandered down and took her in more completely.

She was beautiful, her face like it was carved by an artist. Her red eyes matched the ruby red velvet dress she was wearing and I was now noticing that the neckline was perhaps a few fingers worth more revealing than normal. A signal from a woman if I had ever seen one.

I kissed her again, this time reaching down and cupping her hips to pull her onto my lap. “We hardly know each other.”

Circe didn't resist in the slightest. Instead, her body was pliable, despite her strength being greater than mine. She let me move her about as I got her comfortably seated on my lap, because this was going to take a while.

“I consider myself a good judge of character, or you could try to duel me. Don’t think you’re going to like how that turns out though.” She dove back in before I could answer, or rather she didn’t want to hear it.

Circe seemed content to savor my lips, her own were soft and gentle, like she was plucking the most delicate of treats from my lips before turning fierce and savage, our tongues intertwining in a contest of wills.

Not that I was going to back down, the woman on my lap flitted between driving me mad with lust and then gently soothing me like a siren drawing me ever deeper into her embrace.

She ran an entire physical gambit on me with just our mouths. It was as if she was testing everything about me before she broke away. This time, she lingered just out of reach, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Do you know how I keep useful men?" she asked. 

"I have an idea," I answered, barely a whisper. "But there's a problem."

Her eyes flashed, revealing far greater depths than the current lust between us. "Problem?” 

“I'm a jealous man, Circe. If you're going to keep me, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep an entire stable along with me." I told her.

Circe's face split into a smile. "Well, you're lucky my stable, as you would call it, happens to be empty at present. And while I might satisfy men to keep them around, using my body to do so is rare. There’s something about you." Her eyes sparkled as she stared into mine.

I leaned in, wanting her even more.

She trailed a finger down my chest, her eyes dipping with it, only to look up through her lashes, coyly at me. "But if you want to remain the only one, then you have to be the most useful. After all, I am a prize. I must be constantly polished and cherished, rather than something that you think you can capture with a single instance, and let fallow for years." 

I chuckled at her words, a smile spreading across my lips. "Letting a woman as beautiful as you be left out in the cold… Any man stupid enough for that certainly isn't worth your time." 

"Well, you're certainly good at talking," she said, reaching up and running a finger across my jaw. "You're good at leading and just my type," she said the last in a whisper as she leaned into my ear. 

"I wasn't aware you had a type," I was curious about this bit of intel. 

"Oh no, you're it for sure," she smiled. "I'm always able to spot it from miles away. Younger than me, ambitious," she grabbed my bicep, “Full of vitality.” She squeezed the muscle to make a point.

"While that is all true enough, that has to be easy enough to find. There's something else.” I prodded.

She smiled. "There are those who have arrogance with their ambition and those who have true confidence, the kind that they can back up and through the years will make them more successful than most. I'll give you a secret," she said leaning in. "The ones that have the arrogance, I love to beat them down at whatever their own game is. I usually offer a duel, fight with my dominant hand behind my back and crush them. Once they realize their confidence doesn't match their ability before me, their ambition crumbles to dust.”

“And me?” I asked.

“There are some who can back their ambition with confidence.” Her words as well as the sparkle in her eyes made me decide it was time to take a very risky move.

My current stats weren't great and if we were honest, Circe could pick me up and crush me like a bug if she wanted. But she'd been pliable so far and if this wasn't a green light, I wasn't sure what was. I scooted her back to the chair next to me, causing the beautiful woman to frown, only to grab a fistful of her hair at the roots and shove her down into my lap. 

"Well if you want to keep me happy, I know one way you can." With my other hand, I hooked my pants and pulled them down enough that my cock sprang free.

Circe laughed in my grip but didn't resist. The next moment I felt her kiss the tip of my cock as it twitched under her attention. "Such a good boy," she murmured, keeping her lips tight and pressing them hard against the tip, forcing it past her lips in an agonizingly slow entry.

I groaned and her red eyes twinkled with mirth as she looked up at me. Her soft lips were only beat by the way her tongue slithered along my length, lighting up every sensitive inch.

Using my hands and her hair, I pushed her harder down until she swallowed me completely as I rammed into her throat. Only then did I let her up, but only halfway before I shoved her roughly back down.

Given the strength difference between us, she could absolutely resist, but she wasn’t. Somehow, that sparked a little extra excitement, and I found myself feeling even stiffer between her lips. 

While she pushed down slowly, sliding back and forth over my manhood, I reached around her hips with my other hand, pulling her dress up and trying to find the edge of her underwear, only for my fingers to slip into silken, wet warmth. 

"You're not even wearing anything," I chuckled.

“I came prepared.” Circe murmured around me, moaning over my cock as I plunged my fingers into her, stirring her insides. Her eyes fluttered and her juices ran past my knuckles as I shoved my fingers deep. The woman was absolutely drenched for me. I wouldn't go as far as to call her easy, but she was certainly enjoying herself. 

She picked up the pace, slamming her head down over my cock as her tongue ran circles around its girth. The beautiful woman moaned and drooled, her eyes fluttering as I used her.

Meanwhile, my fingers never stopped. I smiled as I found a spot that elicited a louder moan than most and attacked it with a flutter of two fingers.

The move caused the woman in my lap to spasm and sputter, drool dripping down to my balls as she quickly orgasmed against my finger. Her pussy shuddered and twitched, the muscles inside rippling like she was trying to suck my fingers deeper.

I didn't dare stop, but I slowed down to half speed and switched my attention elsewhere. She slowed down a bit and I gave her a little spank, igniting her back into faster movements as I chased my release. I plunged her all the way down until I penetrated her throat, and then back up again, not letting her up for a breath before thrusting back into her. I found my hips bouncing off the chair, my own excitement apparent as I tried to get a little more pleasure from each bounce of her head in my lap. 

The woman was beautiful, her red velvet dress clinging to her every curve, yet nearly looking like it was about to fall off at the edges. There was an excitement in destroying her immaculate appearance, and taking a woman as beautiful and powerful as her, while at the same time knowing she wanted to please me, to keep me there. 

"Fuck," I groaned, and my orgasm came quickly, popping off in her mouth and pouring seed down her throat. I gently let go of her hair and let her pull all the way off as she wiped at the corner of her lips with a smile on her face. 

"I will keep you around for a good long while," she purred, and started to get up. 

"Who said we were anywhere near close to done?" I grabbed Circe and spun her around before shoving her atop the desk and flipping her dress out of the way. I lined myself up behind her and plunged in without a moment's hesitation. 

She gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise and looking back at me.

I smirked and pulled her against me, slapping her ass again with a wink. It jiggled pleasantly and I could feel the warmth from my hand. I knew her rear would turn nice and cherry red in a few moments, but I wasn't going to focus on that. I grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her back and bending her back so that I would drill straight into her favorite spot. 

Circe gasped in surprise and delight as I began railing her over top my desk. The way she approached me and the woman I had seen thus far wasn't one for slow and passionate love.

She was someone to be well fucked. And I was happy to meet that need as I picked up speed, drilling her hard and fast until she was little more than a panting mess on my desk. Her eyes lost focus as her entirety was honed in on the sensations and the pleasure of me pumping into her. 

I climbed quickly into my second orgasm and filled her womb with my hot sticky seed. Not wanting to stop despite the release, I continued to pound into her, blowing past another orgasm for us both. I continued on with the stamina of a man possessed. 

Even as I did the first round with Circe, I couldn't help but glance over at my character sheet and see if there was any change. But apparently Circe was not yet conquered. But if I had the chance, that would change by the end of the night.