Journals of a Dark Elf Dancer: Chapter 4
I didn't know if I would stick with this long enough to get this far, so apparently something is holding my interest as we move into Chapter 4 of this series. This chapter contains explicit sex, so if you are underage, well, don't read it! As always N'Tanya is copywrite her owner, and the song (in this case Depeche Mode's 'Only When I lose Myself') is used via Fair Use to post the lyrics, and is copywrite the owners of that music.
Hope you enjoy how things are going!
My last encounter with N'Tanya left me with an address and a time, as well as a promise that our 'game' would continue there. After she had left me frustrated and bewildered again after her show I did not know what she intended, but I also knew that I would be there whether she was playing me or not.
A quick search of the address revealed that it was located some distance from town. It was far enough that my usual mode of transit on local busses would not get me close enough to walk there. Since I also did not know what awaited me, I was also positive I did not want to have no transport home in case I needed a hasty exit.
One motorcycle rental, almost an hour of driving out of the city later, and I found myself riding through rural lands. Open grass fields passed by me on each side and small copses of trees, or individual houses set off the main road broke the monotony as mile after mile passed beneath the motorcycle's wheels. Winter's bite had started sinking into these more remote areas and as the sun descended the chill wind from my passing worked through the thick leathers I wore for the ride. A chime in my ear finally signaled my arrival at the address I plugged into my GPS, though the only sign of a place to go was a gravel road that extended away from the main paved road and through another copse of trees that hid everything more than a few hundred yards from the main road.
Resolutely I turned off the road and started down the dirt track into the trees. Though the trees cut off what light remained from the day, they also helped cut the winter wind. After a short distance into the woods pairs of ornate streetlights attached to solar charging panels flanked either side of the dirt road and lit the path. The pairs of lights followed the road all the way through to the other side of the trees, where they expanded and encircled a large gravel drive in front of one of the largest homes I had ever seen outside movies or TV. The two-story affair was almost plain as it used simple, almost under-emphasized colors in whites and darker hues, but still managed to find accents that spoke to the wealth of whoever lived there. Well-groomed greenery flanked a long walkway up to the front entrance with warmly glowing lights in silver fixtures. It appeared all the fixtures were made from the material, though it must have been a great effort to keep all that metal polished to such a high sheen.
As I hooked the helmet onto the handlebar of the motorcycle I couldn't help wonder why, if N'Tanya lived with access to such wealth, she appeared again and again at the club. Why did she choose to dance in such an out of the way place, and why had I encountered her that night? I shook my head and walked up towards the door, which opened as I approached. The light from the inside framed a medium height dragon woman standing in the doorway. She lacked wings, but had a lithe and sinuous body made obvious by fine purple silks that draped around her shoulders and over her body in a long, translucent robe. The robe was transparent enough that the backlighting illuminated every curve of her body. A solid silver collar bound her neck and a silver sash bound the silks close to her waist. As I approached, she bowed slightly at the waist and stepped out of my way.
"I heard your motorcycle approach, and I welcome you to this house, please enjoy all the pleasures available while you are here."
Her voice was sweet, but the greeting sounded almost like a formality, or a ritual to enter into the home.
"Please, let me take your coat, I assure you it is quite warm in here," she continued as she circled around me and placed her hands on the shoulders of my jacket.
I let her remove and put away my jacket while I looked around the inside of the entry hall. The understated elegance continued from the outside into this room, though where the outside had all light colors, silvers and carefully groomed greenery the inside was filled with warm wood tones, and deep colors that enhanced a feeling that made the space seem smaller and more comforting. As I looked around, more and more details asserted themselves in a way that gave them...additional meaning. There were hints of eroticism woven into the very details of the home. Wood tables had carvings of couples and groups having sex in various positions, complete with silver filigree patterns providing accents. Sculptures and paintings of artistic nudes of both sexes and various species decorated the walls. Almost all the art was understated, but the result was an aura of sensualist nature that permeated the feel of the space. After a brief look around the entrance, I turned to the dragon that had waited patiently while I made my examination and voiced what had occupied my thoughts up to that point.
"I am here to see N'Tanya, can you take me to her please?"
She merely smiled before she responded, "She bid me take you to where you will see her when you are ready. I am also here to make sure you are comfortable and provide whatever you would request that the house could provide. Is there anything I can get you?"
Her voice was solicitous, though a hint of the smile made it to her voice as well as she made the offer. Dressed as she was, I was tempted to ask what, exactly, she was able to provide, but I somehow expected the answer might distract me from my purpose. At that point, I just wanted to have my questions answered.
"I am ready now; please just take me to see her, I have been waiting quite long enough."
I did my best to sound polite, though some of the frustration I had suffered crept into the last few words, and I suspected that the last came out accompanied with a low growl. She nodded, though the smile definitely took on more of a sympathetic cast as she gestured me inside the house.
"Of course, if you will follow me I will take you to the presentation room where you will meet her."
I nodded and followed when she set off through the house. I tried not to stare around like a poleaxed farmer, but the continued sexual motif accompanied by the warm colors and silver metal was even more obvious as we passed through the house's hallways. The dragon accompanying me seemed unconcerned by the décor though, and after a minute or two, I found that I was able to pay attention to other things. As we passed along a hallway flanked by several pairs of doors, my nose picked up a sweet floral scent on the air, very subtle, but with a spice note that caused a slight heaviness to my breathing, as well as a half-stirring of arousal through my body. I also picked up subtle sounds they may have been sounds of pleasure or pain, but I could never determine exactly where they emanated. My guide made no indication that she noticed any of this, and merely walked on serenely until she reached a door almost at the end of the hall. She opened the door and gestured inside.
The room that I entered looked like some kind of casual lounge, though there were features that also were reminiscent of the club where I had first seen her dance. A small wet bar took up a large position at the side of the room, and there were several couches and loveseats within the room that all faced a curtained off section at the back. There was one thing absent that caused my frustration to spike...N'Tanya was nowhere to be seen, no one in the room but the dragon girl and myself.
"What is this? I thought you were taking me to see N'Tanya," I accused her.
My control slipped, my hands clenched into fists as I advanced on her. She did not move, even though I was substantially bigger and had the burning of all the temptation and frustration of the past several weeks coursing through me.
"Oh, I did! Please have a seat. She will be out shortly. You see she is going to give you a private performance. You really must have intrigued her to get an invite to this place. You are very lucky."
The explanation brought me up short, as did the obviously eager quality and admiration that was evident in the dragon's voice. My hands unclenched and I took a step back while I tied to reorganize my thoughts.
"A private show? I had no idea that is why she brought me here; I thought I was going to get the chance to talk to her."
In response, she gave a short giggle and looked to me as though I had just made the most oblivious comment she had ever heard.
"If you saw her before, and she invited you here, she is likely to do a lot more before she is done." She then winked and turned back towards the door, "Enjoy your time here, I will let N'Tanya know you are ready," before I could ask another question, she vanished out the door, which closed behind her.
When she left, I walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was not locked, but I also got the feeling that if I left, I would lose whatever chance to continue the "game". That and the anticipation still building prevented me from taking that route. Instead, I approached the wet bar and took some time to peruse the contents. It was stocked with high quality liquors of all kinds, as well as the tools to make a great variety of drinks. Since I resigned myself to stay for whatever the night held, I took advantage of the bar and made myself as a rum and coke. I completed the drink just as the lights in the room dimmed somewhat. I took that as a sign that the 'show' was about to commence, and took a seat in one of the seats facing the curtained off part of the room.
After the lights darkened to a low, intimate level, the curtains drew open and revealed an elevated stage with a single brass pole in the middle. Standing on the stage, leaning against the brass pole stood the object of my lusts. N'Tanya had her head lowered as she rested against the pole; her silver hair poured down over her shoulders and over the front of a red silk dress that appeared made from one long silk tapestry. The dress was a single wrap of red fabric bound tightly to her body in such a way that it clung to every curve of her body. The wrap was trimmed in gold thread, and along the length of the silk tapestry, patterns and art made of the gold thread decorated the dress.
Music started playing from the speakers, a slow, melodic, seductive tone, and one that took me a few moments to recognize as Depeche Mode's "Only When I Lose Myself." N'Tanya stepped away from the pole and down to the floor, while she swayed her hips and body rather like a belly dancer, though in a languid pace that befit the song. She slipped her hands along her body and spun slowly, stepping into the pacing of the song while the chorus filled the room.
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
N'Tanya shifted her hips and spun while the music increased intensity after the first chorus. The movement flared the dress, and each circle brought her one-step closer to where I sat before her. She kept her eyes mostly closed as she moved even as she approached, like she knew every inch of the room. Her arms moved out from her sides and made it obvious that the red silk was bound with her arms as well, as the gesture spread the silk out further. Another step, then she closed her arms in again, and crossed them over each other in front of her chest then up over her shoulders.
I licked my lips; the energy of the room was so different, so subtle and yet so intense while completely confined to the two of us. The subtle lighting of the room glimpsed off the metallic colors that decorated her body and her movements wafted the subtle spicy sweet scent she wore over to me. I found that I was breathing harder as I tried to inhale as much of her scent as I could. She stopped spinning, though her hips continued swaying in counterpoint to the beat and tone of the song. The glimmering from the light reflecting off of her body worked with the music almost hypnotically; I could not take my eyes off of her as the song continued.
Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotized, I feel paralyzed
I have found heaven
N'Tanya stepped closer, now merely a few steps from me. As much as I wanted to reach out, I could not, as entranced as I was by the performance. She still had not even looked up at me; her eyes were lowered demurely so she did not see me. Even though it seemed her entire body was moving, her arms and torso moved in counterpoint to the swaying, sultry movements of her hips. Together it gave the illusion that her midsection did not move at all even though she continued her approach. Each step caused the lights to bounce, twinkle and sway; each movement and the shadow of silk and skin crossed over each other.
She took another step and then turned away. I didn't know if she intended to hide anything but it gave me quite another view. Her movements shifted the tightly wound silk wrap against her body, accenting her athletic rear end while it clung to her shapely hips. The music continued on in that same intensely sultry tone, and I found that my breath had grown in intensity. What was a burning fire had turned into a deep ache, that though it was no less a product of lust; it still reverberated through my body like the words of the song.
There's a thousand reasons
Why I shouldn't spent my time with you
For every reason not to be here I can think of to
Keep me hanging on
Feeling nothings wrong
Inside your heaven
The musical interlude between the verse and the chorus was short, but somehow she moved. She moved so close, so quickly. A spin placed her in front of me while her hands extended to the front of my body. She slipped her arms across my shoulders up my neck and across my cheeks. A soft breath escaped me, a quiet sound of surprise as her hands slid up over my head so that the silk blinded me for just a moment then revealed that she had moved even closer, close enough I felt her breath mix with my own. Her eyes were not lowered any longer, but they looked directly into mine, so she locked me with her gaze. She mouthed along with the words while her hands slid across my collarbones and chest.
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
Her fingertips brushed across my somewhat worn shirt and then continued to my sides. They danced gracefully over my thighs and though I strained for her, she did not give any notice to the hardness between them. She drew back from me and the silk wrap that had looped between her hands tightened around behind me and underneath my arms. The dark elf's lips parted in a sultry little smile while she gathered the slack and turned in place. The movement drew me up towards her even as she turned away. As she drew me to her physically, I was also drawn by her energy; I had no will to resist as I gained my feet while she pulled me closer.
When the slack from the dress tightened, I ended up pressed against her back. Her arms crossed in front of her chest and she tilted her head back while she swayed against me. It felt as though I was standing against a fire; the silk wrap did not block her body heat, though even my own clothes did little to suppress that feeling as she slid her body against mind and caressed against the length of my body. A soft groan escaped my lips at the intimate contact, so different from how she played against me in the club. She draped her hands downwards and slid them over her hips and back to my hands. I had been almost oblivious to the rest of my body, but now my focus shifted downwards a she drew my hands along her body. First, she guided them to her hips, where I could feel the firm muscles flex and roll beneath my fingertips while she swayed, and then she drew them upwards along her ribcage where she finally left them while the song continued.
I can feel the emptiness inside me fade & disappear
There's a feeling of contentment that now you are here
I feel satisfied
I belong inside
Your velvet heaven
As she swayed her hair brushed back and forth right in front of my muzzle, it tickled me but managed to distract for just a moment from the sensation of her body against mine. N'Tanya's hands moved across her breasts and brushed the silk fabric to her body, she crossed them over her chest. She paused a moment while she gave another teasing sway against my body. I could not help another soft sound of pleasure, which provoked a smile from her. Her fingers caught through her hair, pulled it up, let it go so that it fell and draped across my muzzle; it strengthened her scent in my nose, and I could feel my breath brush across her neck.
I moved in so I could taste her skin when she exposed it to me, but the movement must have been some kind of signal. She twisted against me until she faced me. Her hands descended while her gaze held mine. She still had that power that locked me with the intensity of her gaze while her hands slipped downwards. She held that same mysterious smile on her lips while her hands brushed down across my chest and scratched against me even through my shirt. A growl escaped my lips at the brief pain that enhanced the ache as it grew inside me. When her hands arrived at her waist, she slid them back to mine and pushed them downwards. A mischievous grin flit across her lips as she rolled her hips in my grasp, and I responded with one of my own as I felt the muscles shift. I let another low growl escape my muzzle when her hands left mine. I tightened my grip just enough so that she could feel the tips of my claws against her. Her smile did not change, though I could feel her hands move between us, and a moment later the silk loosened, just a touch.
Did I need to sell my soul
For pleasure like this
Did I have to lose control
To treasure your kiss
Did I need to place my heart
In the palm of your hand
Before I could even start
To understand
She pressed close and shifted up against me so that for the briefest moment we fit together. I could feel the heat of her right against the hardness between my thighs, which prompted a low, intense noise as I felt another spike of pleasure that almost pushed me past control. After giving a moment's tease, she gave a gentle push and dark elf slipped away again. She moved into a graceful spin while the push sent me to the couch once more. The silk remained bound to my body, so as she spun the silk loosened from her body and remained on mine. Quickly she unwrapped herself like a present as more and more of her dark body was revealed. A glimpse of golden jewelry, a silver flash of rings, tattoo and soft hair appeared as she used the last chorus of the song as a way to time how she revealed herself to me.
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find my life
I find myself
Its only when I lose myself in someone else
Then I find myself
I find myself
When the wrap fell away she ended the spin and faced away from me. She wore nothing, and the sight proved as intense as her gaze. My breathing came heavily while the lust coursed almost painfully through my body. She turned as the song trailed off, the words were gone, only the strains of the music poured from the speakers. She walked towards me now revealed. Only then did I notice the more subtle things, the dragon tattoo up her right thigh, as well as the silver belly ring with an onyx bead. I looked up into her eyes as she approached; I kept them there as sunk to her knees and prowled forward on all fours that last short distance. The music entered its final chords as her hands went to either side of my hips. She practically slid against my body as she moved up, her face merely inches away from mine as the song ended.
The end of the song seemed to break some hold on me; another low growl escaped my muzzle as my hands went to her shoulders. I pulled her to me, she offered no resistance as I clenched her close and the frustration spilled forth in hard words,
"You...what have you done to me, I can't...I can't..."
Then my lips went to hers, the buildup and passion found its way into an intense, body-consuming kiss that translated all the fire within me. She did not say anything; she hadn't said anything the entire time she was in my presence while she was performing. It did not matter then, answers didn't matter, all that mattered was the energy that coursed through me now that she was in my grasp. I did not feel any protest in her body, she pressed closer to me, and I tasted the sweetness of her lips and forced my tongue in so that it engaged with hers.
I felt her hands on my body, permission given through the feel of her fingertips, bound in my shirt. She pulled it free from the leather pants I wore for the ride. Her hands pressed against my stomach then dragged through my fur until she found my chest and flattened there. I broke the kiss and sought out the side of her throat, found the pulse point and clamped my jaw against her. A gasp escaped her lips while my teeth and tongue dragged against her soft skin. It was as though she had unleashed some feral thing, something locked deep inside that just wanted to conquer her and take her.
The next few moments were a blur as I tossed her to the couch beside me. I just remember those eyes, those eyes locked on mine and a smile on her lips as she watched, stretched out along the couch, while her fingers travelled down and caressed across her mound and teased herself, teased me with an invitation of her body.
I pulled off my shirt, but could not bother with my pants as I pressed myself on her. My mouth found her collarbone and descended lower. I tasted sweetness and the slight salt of skin as my tongue, found the swell of her right breast and fixed on the nipple there. My hand found her other breast as I pressed against her body. I ground myself between her thighs, the leather dulled the sensation only slightly as my trapped hardness pressed against her heat. She was no longer silent as I feasted of the tastes of her body; throaty moans and sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.
I was unable to form words, unable to think, unable to do more then follow instinct that stated that I had to have her. Her hands encouraged me; they pressed to my hips, raked up to my ass and pulled me against her. Her hands slid around me and found the fastenings to the leathers; she undid them and freed me from their confinement. Her thighs clenched to mine as I thrust forward and against her, my length rubbing against her sex while more incoherent growls escaped me. Her legs pulled me, she guided me and another exclamation of pleasure from her and another growl escaped me as I sunk deep inside her.
The fire she emanated when she was against me was nothing when compared to the fire inside her body. She engulfed me, accepted me and pulled me in deeper while her legs wrapped around my hips. It did not matter, by then I was gone deep into the pleasures of her body. Her skin, her scent, her taste was my world, and I was bound to it as I thrust into her.
There was more than pleasure, something else flowed through me, it was different, and it was adding to the act. It felt like she was not just pulling my body to her, but was pulling my intensity into her as well, that the very energy that built in me was fuelling the passion between us. I did not have much time to savor the sensation though, as that building intensity made my control laughable.
It hit me quickly; I felt the buildup deep between my thighs. My muzzle went to her throat, pinned and held it between my jaws while my hands went to the couch on each side of her chest. My claws extended and ripped at the material while the thrill of orgasm took me. At the moment of peak, there was an instant, a feeling of something that joined her to me, something like an a charge joining us as I filled her and felt her clench around me.
My breath left me in a rush as the sensation passed through me. Even as her pulse increased beneath my jaws I felt the instinct receding. The intensity from the climax was sharp, and utterly different from the passage of energy that I had felt. A few more pulses inside her as her silky heat drew me in while my climax faded returned my sense of self.
I drew back just enough that I withdrew from her and sat back on my haunches. My rough tongue licked along my muzzle. She stayed stretched out before me, skin decorated with saliva, sweat and the mixed wetness from the intense sex. The scent of sex in the air was thick, and I felt the fading high from my climax replace with something else. I was suddenly unsure again while her eyes looked to mine, with some amusement as well as the intensity I had seen before.
"That...was intense...how did you...what did you bring from me?" My voice was shaky, and my muscles protested the short, intense activity, but clarity slowly returned as I looked over her.
"Nothing that wasn't all ready there..." she replied with a wicked smile. She then turned over and moved onto all fours in front of me. Her hand wrapped around my length and stroked lightly while she looked up and continued, "I just...prodded you a touch to bring it to the surface."
Her eyes gleamed again when she bent down and grazed me with the tip of her tongue. I hissed at the heightened sensitivity, but there was something else. I felt something inside me that connected me to her again, provoked my lust, and stoked me to arousal again. She mmmed as I grew in her hand, then returned her gaze to mine.
"And it doesn't take much to bring it bubbling back up, does it...such a wellspring right there beneath the surface." She continued to stroke me slowly as I looked down to her. I felt that interference with my thoughts again that clouded my intent with lust.
"Gods..." I managed to gasp out as the pleasure built in me again, "What do you mean..."
My breath descended to a low growl while her warm mouth engulfed me; her head bobbed in my lap for a few strokes before she drew back from my wet length with a soft 'popping' sound.
"I will tell you all about it...about our game...about everything I am doing to you...later." She grinned wickedly, "For now though, wouldn't you rather just enjoy the pleasure?"
She shifted turned around and presented herself on hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder to me and practically purred as the words slipped from her mouth,
"Wouldn't you rather just fuck me?"
By then I was rock hard again, though I had never recovered that quickly from a sexual encounter before in my life. Her presentation teased my baser instincts again, and the think scent of sex colored my perceptions. I may have wanted answers, but at that moment, I wanted her more.
I moved to her, and without preamble sunk my length into her welcoming pussy. I buried myself in her and moved over her body. My muzzle sought her lips as I pressed against her and kissed her with hunger that the melting heat of her clenching around my cock renewed.
The sex was slower after that first climax, but it was no less intense. I pressed her to the couch as I thrust into her in one of the most basic and primal motions while my hands explored her body more thoroughly. I attuned myself; I listened to each breathy sound of pleasure, each moan as my hands clasped and clenched her athletic breasts, my fingers sought out the pearl of her clit between her thighs. I tried to capture every nuance, every change in her movement as I was subsumed in my lust. It was though I was seeing her as lust itself. As I moved inside her and she gasped, as I caressed her body and read her muscles shift against mine; every moment brought me in tune with her. Where I completely lost control of my instincts the first time, this time the intensity brought me clarity of pleasure.
She pressed back against me in almost perfect counterpoint to my own movements. She seemed to read my body so and react to me before I even know what I did next. Again, I felt that 'charge' of a connection to her, though it seemed stronger. When I finally climaxed again inside her, the connection seemed to 'vibrate' like a plucked string while at the same time I felt her body climax around me.
After the second round I stumbled off the couch and into another of the chairs nearby. The heady aroma of sex and sweat weighed on me and filled my nostrils. I felt drained physically; I also felt like my senses were dulled. Something was missing; I was drained in a way that I had never felt after fucking before. I stared at her still though; her body fascinated me so that I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She was still draped over the couch after she supported herself on the arm of the chair when the sex was the most intense. She gave a low, long, shuddering breath and stretched out. Her body extended full length in a more feline gesture then I likely ever performed. She turned her head and looked at me, with a languid smile on her lips.
"Mmmhmm, you definitely have something...talent perhaps," she said with a low murr. She then turned and slipped off the couch and over to where I had retreated.
"Well...I have to admit I hope so...you seemed to enjoy things well enough. I don't know why the game, why you denied me so long...." She silenced me as she reached me by placing a finger on my lips and straddled my lap.
She squeezed her thighs around mine, rubbed her sex against my limp manhood, and sighed slightly as she ground against my lap.
"Not that kind of talent....but don't worry, we shall explore that tomorrow. Tonight...let's just see what we can do with your stamina."
She licked her lips and pressed close into another kiss while her arms draped around my shoulders. I felt that charge again as though our bodies linked beyond the physical. It was different then the previous two times, as it felt like she had more force in the connection. To my surprise I responded again, I felt myself grow hard against her even as she continued to stroke herself against me.
"It does seem like you have potential," she purred into my ear.
As her lips found mine again, she drew up and impaled herself on my length. I had one more fleeting moment of curiosity, one more instant where I wondered where this strange 'game' might end before pleasure took hold and the rest of my thoughts vanished.