Stupid Sexy Jack - The Noblewoman
Stupid Sexy Jack
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STUPID SEXY JACK
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
All rights reserved © 2015.
CHAPTER ONE
The Noblewoman
Jack Caster swoops down with a flurry of activity. His wings aflutter, the jackdaw performs an aerial pirouette before his feet finally touch the ground for landing. The avian has a smug expression in his face, enjoying the attention from the crowd on the street in front of the hotel. Of course there are those who are far from pleased with the activity of the cocky young corvid, preferring not to be in fear of people dropping down from above. However, those who are annoyed just shake their heads and continue on their way. Ker-Lys is a busy city after all and the only time people concern themselves with others is when they have business to conduct.
The jackdaw folds his wings behind him before now cheekily hopping up the steps leading to the hotel. He opens the brass door with both hands, dramatically entering the reception. Golden Palace lives up to its name, with impressive and high rising architecture being spoiled by what can be best described as tacky gold painted arches above. Thankfully the floor is well carpeted, the walls a rich red colour and the furniture is a great deal less over the top. As Jack approaches the main reception desk the canine clerk at the desk notices. The husky's face momentarily toggles from composed professionalism to a mild panic. This is not the bird's first visit to the Golden Palace.
'Hello Bartholomew.' Jack greets the clerk, the attractive avian oozing confidence as he leans over the desk with his right arm. 'I'm here to see a Lord De Lance. Urgent message, really can't chance it to one of yours.'
'Lord De Lance is not in his room at present.' The clerk pauses, his eyes glancing down and back up again. 'Only his wife is in, so you will have to come back another time.'
'And the room?' Jack asks, his eyes no longer on the clerk as he starts looking over the other people in the lobby.
'Look. We don't want any... incidents.' Bartholomew is growling at the end of the last word, his face the picture of ill-hidden contempt.
'Don't worry,' Jack says whilst batting his eyes at the growling dog. 'I'm sure everything will be as smooth as your bottom was during the Soley Fair.'
Bartholomew is summoning every ounce of self-control right now but is visibly flustered. It is too easy to push the groomed dog's buttons. Before the facade can break the canine gives in. Jack learns that the Lord is staying in one of the two royal suites on the top floor. That much he could have concluded without the clerk's assistance. But the punchcard access key to the elevator that Bartholomew now surrenders is exactly what he does require. He shares a genuine word of appreciation for his friend's assistance but the dog is glowering with intent to murder. Noticing that there are others are beginning to line up behind Jack, the avian decides to quickly take his leave now.
The central elevator is at the back of the lobby, accompanied by two ancillary ones that service most but not all floors. Eyes belonging to those of means look on with disapproval as the clearly commonly dressed corvid inserts the punchcard. The overly ornate doors of the elevator part for him and he steps inside. Jack spins around on his talons, smiling with a nod at one of the stuffily dressed upper-class toffs as he spots them coming to use the very same elevator he is now in. Of course, they will have to use one of the other ones as a feathered finger depresses the control for the top floor.
'Going up.'
There are two royal suites in the Golden Palace. Both at the very topmost floor. Balconies included one faces north and the other is facing south. It is the latter which is the suite Lord De Lance and his wife have taken occupancy in. The elevator comes to a stop at the zenith of the building and Jack waits for the doors to open. It takes longer than it should have for the jackdaw to realise that nothing is happening. But the punchcard was genuine so why are the doors not opening?
'Hello? Who is there?' A voice speaks through the intercom, filtered but obviously female and remind, with proper elocution.
'Is this the De Lance suite?' Jack asks, his finger jabbed into the transmit switch.
'It is. Who is this?' The voice asks.
'The name is Caster m'lady. I have an important communique for the Lord De Lance.' He informs the woman on the other end and waits.
A buzzer sounds and the doors on one side of the elevator open. Jack coos and steps froward, his eyes scanning the fine decor of the first room of the royal suite. A short hallway leads off into three separate rooms, one two of those rooms being connected to other adjacent rooms. Underneath his feet there is a thick yet well maintained red carpet, he is enjoying the way it sinks in between his talons. At the end of the short hallway though there is the door that leads into the dressing room of the suite and standing in that doorway is a stunning wolfess with snow white fur and raven black hair.
It takes no small amount of intelligence for Jack to deduce that this must be the Lady De Lance. Her clothing and jewellery alone look to be worth more than what he makes in a year. At present, she is dressed in sunset burnt yellow dress that is covering but clearly loose fitting, something that she can throw on easily in the morning when not expecting to spend time out of the lush suite. Earrings and an amulet containing brilliant blue sapphires adorn her face and neck, framing her slender muzzle and petite black nose. For a moment, Jack lost his swagger there but is quickly regaining it as he takes a couple more steps into the suite.
'My husband is away on something... trivial .' She says. 'So, what is this message?'
'Well, actually it is both a message and a package m'lady.' Jack says as he brandishes that boyish smile of his again.
Still disinterested, the lady retreats into the room that she was originally in. Not believing he is at all unwelcome, the corvid hops to it. As he approaches the end of the short hallway he swings his bag around and procures the very real package he has been sent here with. For a fleeting instant suspended in the majestically infinite unpredictability of the cosmos, it seems as though Jack Caster might actually be putting his job before other priorities in his personal life. For a third party who knows him, the jackdaw's actions right now would be seen as mildly surprising.
However, there is yet more manipulative reasoning to his breaking the modus operandi here. Under normal circumstances, the avian would be sure to leave the actual delivery as being the last thin he unloads for the sake of his receptive customer before departing for another delivery. But this time the bird knows the nature of this package and what it contains will only save him more trouble than he would normally have to endure for the sake of a brief moment of selfish joy.
'So what is it then?' Lady De Lance asks whilst now reclining in a pillow-salted lounge chair in the dressing room of the suite. The tone of her voice is still as dispassionate as before.
'Something from Decante. Or at least that's what I figure, judging from the wrapping m'lady.' Jack says as he reclaims the parcel from his bag, carefully watching the canid's reaction.
'Really?' Lady De Lance's ears prick up, the first sign of any real interest. Decante being the one place in Ker-Lys that has precisely nothing to do with any normal business, one way or another. 'Let me see.'
The wolfess is holding her hand up expectantly, arm outstretched but face still looking away from the avian. If there was any doubt in his mind of how that situation might proceed Jack might, in fact, feel insulted, just a little. He approaches closer and gently places the frilly wrapped parcel into Lady De Lance's paw. Her claws tighten around it as she tugs back, snatching it out of his feathered hand. Jack takes a couple of steps back and clasps his hands behind him, waiting and watching as she looks over the delivery.
Curiosity and suspicion are smeared across her face making it look all the more attractive to Jack. There is something about a pampered woman being faced by something unexpected and unwelcome that is immediately exciting to him. She turns it over a couple of times before using one razor sharp claw to tear at one of the seams. Jack makes a passing attempt at protesting her violating the privacy of her own husband, but he quickly goes mute as she holds up the other hand to stop.
Inside the parcel, there is a wooden box. It is engraved and painted over in the telltale patterns and colours of the bathhouses of Decante. Her curiosity and suspicion are souring into something far darker now. There is a latch brass latch on the side. She flicks it open. The box opens and as her eyes recognise the object inside she sneers at it with a low growl rising in her throat. Her reaction is almost feral like and Jack thinks that she is about to throw the box across the room, or even at him.
'That bastard...' She mutters with that growl. 'Some noble born.'
Lady De Lance gets back up out of her seat. Discarding the box onto the floor below, she storms off to the balcony. Jack keeps a fair distance behind her, being careful not to hover too close. The white wolfess grips tightly onto the safety railing and stares off into the city skyline. Although some might fear that the woman is distraught enough to try and commit suicide, Jack knows far better about what is happening behind those brilliant yellow eyes.
'M'lady?' The jackdaw asks, standing just inside but in front of the entrance from the balcony.
'You!' Lady De Lance states as she spins around, wearing a predatory mask on her face now. 'Your work is not finished here commoner.'
The transformative power of a spurned spouse is really quite something. Jack has only used this trick, or a variation thereof, two times before, but each time he is astounded by the results. Already her paws are on him, fingers gripping tight against his clothes as she is practically tearing them off of him. There is anger here, the most dangerous passion that there can be. In truth, she sees him as nothing more than a tool right now, a meat puppet with which she can utilise for some petty revenge and self-indulgence. Jack knows this, but he does not care. Especially that part of him that is trying to break free from his pants.
Jack's bare feathered chest is perfectly toned, right on down to a six pack that the lupine can just make out as she now starts running her hands over his naked torso. The jackdaw has the right mix of muscle and fat, just enough for practical and aesthetic use, but not bulky enough to make his work or his pleasure any less agile than the scrawny self he was back when he was an adolescent on the street of Ker-Lys. As she gazes upon and places her paws upon him now, it is as though she is just noticing Jack for the very first time. A wry smile is on the edge of his beak as she nuzzles up at him and takes either one of his arms to bring them around her waist.
'What are you waiting for?' She growls against the side of his face.
First he removes her jewellery, nimbly casting it down onto the dresser table beside her bed. Lady De Lance's dress is a minor nuisance but not will not remain so for long. Jack knows all of the buttons and lacing to undo from experience as he undresses the ever-arousing woman. As that weighty dress falls down to the ground, she almost blushes as she feels his grey eyes upon her girdle and pantaloons. Ignoring the pantaloons for now his hands dart underneath her arms and undoes the lacing with alarming alacrity before letting it drop down between them.
'Good heavens you're good!' She mutters as her white furry C cups bounce out from where they were hiding.
'Speed is our service m'lady.' Jack says with textbook swagger.
'I hope you're not too fast about things.' Lady De Lance predictably says in turn.
The patter will have to wait however as she forces him down onto the mattress. Before he gets his hands on the goods she fully intends to get hers on his first. Slacks made for birds rarely fit well, especially generic ones that need to fit a wide variety of types. These are no exception and all the wolfess has to do is pull the cord before tugging the waist down. As she undresses the lower and final half of the jackdaw, Lady De Lance has to take a moment to appreciate the figure rising up to greet her.
Jack loves this part, especially since the loose fitting pants rarely allow others to make out what his personal package is like until his pants are literally down. It is long, thick, smooth and prehensile as it throbs and curves around to stand up mostly straight with a drop of pre-ejaculate collecting on the pointy tip. A fleshy ten inches, eleven on a good day, or so he likes to tell others. Of course most people, boys and girls alike, are unable to handle the entire thing, but that does not stop them from trying.
'Is something wrong?' Jack asks with obvious sarcasm. He knows he's hung and he likes it when they tell him.
'N-Nothing.' Lady De Lance replies, her voice a little breathless as she reaches with both hands and grips the throbbing organ.
'Ooh, both hands?' He encourages her, moaning lightly as his wings flutter behind him against the mattress.
'Never seen one this large before.' She says whilst looking up at him with bashful eyes.
There it is, that look that gets him ten times harder than any pair of breasts can. She can feel him grow hot between her fingers as the juices begin flowing or even pouring down. The wolfess uses her paws as well as she can, an amateur but not entirely without practice. Pumping at him faster and faster, she increases the pace before bringing her snout close. The breath from her black nose crashes down against his sensitive flesh, causing the avian cock to jump between her paws.
'He likes you,' Jack says and reaches to place a hand between her ears. 'Go on, give him a kiss.'
Lady De Lance's lips and tongue meets the jackdaw's turgid dick. Once more she watches as it leaps between her fingers and the wolfess slurps around the head, tasting him. It is sweet and moorish. She wants more as her muzzle gradually comes down, enveloping the first few inches of his penis inside a wet, hot hole that is not the one he ultimately wants to be in. Leaning back against the mattress he tells her to start moving up and down, instructions for the oldest profession.
She does as she is told and starts bobbing up and down. To her credit, she is picking this up faster than Jack could anticipate. Even her hands are perfectly complimenting the motion of her mouth over him, one of them changing place to tickle his feathered black balls. However, he quickly grows bored of the woman's inability to deep throat and after a couple minutes he tells her to try something different.
'I assume you can figure out what a titty fuck is, right?' He asks her.
'I suppose...'
'Good!'
Once more the jackdaw uses his hands to help guide her. First he drags her up a little closer at the edge of the bed. Now he swings he positions his legs underneath her arms and finally she helps by pressing her chest against him. His dick fits perfectly between her breasts and as she presses them together Jack begins bouncing on the mattress. With each creaking bounce his dick slide between those firm furry breasts, his pre-ejaculate quickly wetting the fur between them, turning friction into a pleasantly smooth tugging sensation around his entire dick.
After five minutes, Jack can feel his loins ready to burst. He does not tell the wolfess this, of course, nor is he giving any other indication as she happily bounces down against him, amused by the sensation of him rubbing between her breasts. Eventually, though she realises as he makes a squawking noise and pushes her head down with both hands. The first load sprays up against her face and gets in her eyes, the second and third are not any less forgiving.
Eventually, he stops, but not before the lupine's face, neck and of course chest have become soaked with sticky white goo. He suppresses laughter even as she starts wiping away the mess and he rubs his semi in between her breasts, making sure to get plenty of his own juices around himself for the next step of his devious encounter. All the while he is ignoring her distasteful comments on the distasteful event that has just occurred.
'Now tell me, have you ever tried anal?' Jack asks with absolutely no concern about her condition.
'Tried what?' She asks whilst wiping the last major splurge of semen from the corner of her face.
Jack is in full on alpha mode now as he suddenly pulls the noblewoman up onto the mattress with him. He positions her beneath him whilst kneeling on the edge and yanks her pantaloons down to the wolfess' knees. Yanking her tail up out of the way he leans in and squeezes her left buttocks with his other hand trying to spread her out. Just as he expected, this sheltered noble has the kind of ass that you would expect to see on a marble sculpture of some ancient goddess. Balanced between a healthy fat and a tight youthful firmness leads to an incredibly bounce as he smacks it.
'How dare you!' She fumes at him but otherwise does not resist as now starts grinding up against her.
'This is a special occasion. I bet you've never tried this before, am I right?' Jack says, both of his hands now holding her waist as he hotdogs between those white furry moons.
'What? You can't be serious!'
With practiced ease the avian reaches around one side of the female with one arm and grips one of her boobs, whilst his other hand dives around and between the front of her legs exploring that dripping wet snatch. His exploration is distracting Lady De Lance long enough for him to rear back and thrust up inside her with his semen-lubricated bird dick. Of course, some probing fingers can hardly distract her from that feeling as she now howls out in surprise.
'Fuuck! That's proper tight!' He comment, ignoring her howling, growling and in-between them, heavy panting.
Deep, hard and most importantly fast, Jack goes to work ploughing into Lady De Lance's virgin asshole. Her struggling makes him fuck her all the harder, confident in the knowledge that deep down she is enjoying every minute of this. The bird heaves and thrusts with purpose, his toned chest pressing down onto her the Lady De Lance begins howling into her own bed pillows. There can be no doubt that this is one of the best fucks Jack has been able to score for at least a month.
This reaming out of the noblewoman's anal cavity goes on for a solid fifteen minutes. With plenty of leftover semen and more pre-ejaculate, Jack can continue to pound into her as hard and as deep as he likes, his balls slapping against her tight rump. And indeed by working up in that first minute he is now able to fit every inch of himself inside of her, the best feeling of all. But it is that first orgasm that is the most important one for he can extend his sexual endurance out, even as she is clenching in around him with all of the tightness of the virgin that she is.
'Look at the bright side,' Jack says as he starts to slow down, nearing his breaking point. 'At least this way you don't end up with any kind of bastard.'
Maybe she has a reply to that, but Jack is unable to tell as she groans into the now sweat drenched pillow beneath her. He thrusts into her a couple more times before finally his loins tight up against his body and his second ejaculation overtakes him. Both male and female tighten up, their bodies pressed against one another as Jack begins shooting a load every bit as copious as the last inside of the stuck-up aristocrat. A final howl bellows out of the wolfess as she creams herself, the bed sheets now strained with a myriad variety of bodily fluids.
'Aah, now that's a job well done.' Jack says as he pulls his now quite limp dick out, watching as his handiwork dribbles down her crack.
'Get... out...' Lady De Lance growls, the visage of a homicidal bitch staring back at Jack from over her shoulder.
'Don't forget to recommend us in your social club!' The jackdaw says as he grabs his pants and quickly pulls them up, tightening the cord.
Jack grabs his top and bag before now running in the direction of the balcony. Before the noblewoman can gather any wits or strength to say or do anything more the corvid spreads his wings out and is already flying away from the zenith of the Golden Palace. Although he is not of the opinion to have ever had a dissatisfied partner, Jack knows best than to stick around in a situation as potentially volatile as this. Perhaps he will see her again someday, maybe to help the unhappy couple smooth work things out between the three of them.
There are always more deliveries to make.