A Simple Life: Chapter 18 (Patreon)

I gaze into the pretty blue eyes of the woman staring back at me.  “I am…Althea!”

“Althea.  I like it.”  Says my Game Master at my shoulder.  “She looks like an Althea.”

“And you are Touka!”

“Me?”

“I mean, my familiar.  That sits on this shoulder.  Touka the crow.”

“Althea and Touka.”  She nods.  “Very nice.”

With a big, bright smile I say impishly.  “Thank you Daddy.”

Whatever she was about to say catches in her throat as she stops dead and gives me a surprised look.  “What did you call me?”

“He he he.  Would you prefer Mommy?”  I parrot back her quip.

“The nerve!”

“Ha ha ha!  You called yourself that just a minute ago.”  I cover my face, careful not to mess up the make up, and blush.  “I was just following your lead.”

“YOU…are going to be trouble.”  She points at me through the mirror.  “You might look all sweet and innocent, but you are trouble.”  She swats my ass.  “The cute ones always are.”

I sputter and burble with happy giggles.

Shaking her head yet again she chuckles along with me.  “You are too much Avery.”

She turns me around and holds me by the shoulders as she looks me over intently.  Quietly I stare back at her with a lust like I had never felt before.  I wanted her.  I wanted her so bad!  My shameful boner was more likely to tear through the layers of clothes than subside at this rate.  What she does next does not help things!

She pushes me back until my butt hits the sink counter, moving with me as she does.  Letting go of my left shoulder she reaches her hand up along side my neck.  The skin of her fingertips does not actually touch mine though they are so close that they tickle at the short hairs at the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.  Her hand glides slowly back across the side of my neck, following the line of my jaw, her long fingers brushing my flesh more lightly than a feather.  Held in place more from being mesmerized than by the firm grip on my right shoulder I stand perfectly still.  Once at the front her hand very slowly snakes down my chest, her eyes following her hand as it goes.  Her palm rubs along the soft fabric of the robe she had dressed me in.  Her hand continues down past my chest and to my stomach and then continues on!  Just past my belly button along the left side she pauses and gives a soft rub.  If her hand had been on the other side she would have been rubbing my achingly hard cock.

I tremble.  My tiny breaths coming fast and shallow.  As the rain hammers the roof and the low music continues to play we stand like this for a long, quiet moment.

“My God you are beautiful.”  She says so quietly I wonder if they’d actually been spoken aloud as her eyes pan up and down and across my face.

“Oh!”

“I’ve forgotten something.”  She says in a voice like warmed honey.  “The finishing touch.”

“Wh-Wha-What?”

“Your perfume.”  She says.  “You said Althea was perfumed.”

“Oh…”  I swallow.  “…yeah.”

Stepping into me she gets so close so that her breasts touched my chest.  She leans in and for a second I thought I was bout to be kissed!  At the very last instant though she veers off to the side.  Her cheek alongside mine, her hot breath washing over my ear, she whispers.  “Hold still.”

Winona stands right where she is and reaches behind me, her arms to either side of me, and opens the medicine cabinet.  The warmth of her larger body surrounds me.  As she rustles through the cabinet to find the perfume I feel something else touching me.  Another part of her body.  Something long and thick and heavy resting directly over the full stretch of my erection.  I flex my dick to push against it…and it doesn’t even budge.  Not only did Winona have a penis, she was big.  She was really big!  I could feel her smooth cheek move against mine it was so close.  She was smiling.

She had a more neutral look to her as she steps back again though her hazel eyes still shone.  Taking the little heart shaped perfume bottle she puts a dash on her pinky and dabs the floral scent on each side of my neck just below and behind my earlobes.  She closes the bottle and sets it to the side.  After wiping her pinky she leans in once more and sniffs.

“That’s better.”  She says.  “Not lilac.  But we can use our imagination.  Can’t we?”

The moment her eyes meet mine I pull my gaze away.  The feelings were just too intense for me to deal with.  I give her a nervous nod.

“Look me in the eyes Avery.”

I shake my head, afraid that I would break down if I did as she asked.

Her voice goes even softer.  “Please?”

Slowly, tentatively, I raise my eyes until I am peering through the lenses of her glasses and into the beautiful hazel eyes beyond them.

“Thank you.”  She smiles.

My breath begins to quicken and unconsciously I begin to shuffle and fidget.  It was too much.  Too much connection all at once.  I loved everything about what was happening right now but some bullied and battered instinct inside of me was sending out signals to flee.

Her gaze holding mine she says.  “Don’t look away.  You’re okay.”

I nod as I fight back the anxiety.  “S-S-S-Sorry…”

“Shhh.”  Laying a hand over my chest she says in a soft, soothing tone.  “Calm.  Calm.  Calm.  Breathe.  It’s okay Avery.  Everything is okay.”

Like some spell in this game of hers her words are a balm on anxious soul.  Gradually my breath slows and my body goes still.  Staring deeply into the dark depths of her eyes I stand in awe.  A boom of thunder shakes the world and I barely even hear it.

“Better?”  She asks.

I nod.

“Use your words.”

I swallow and let out a shuddering breath.  “I’m okay.”

“Good girl.”  She smiles.

We continue to gaze and I continue to calm.  The longer we stared, the longer eye to eye contact is held, the more I became comfortable with it.  Two, maybe three, minutes later I am at peace.

“There we go.”  She says at last.  “I knew you could do it.”

“How?”  I say in a hushed tone.

“My brother had anxiety.  And he was shy like you.”  She pats my chest and pulls away.  “Not as cute though.”

I giggle.

“So?”  She says.  “What do you think?  Of Althea?”

Turning around I look at myself again in the mirror.  “I think she’s wonderful.”

“So do I.”  She says.  “Do you…do you wanna play?”

“Play?”

“Fables of Fantasy.”  She says.  “A little solo session.  You could be my very first player.”

I liked the sound of being her first anything.  I nod.  “Yeah!  Sounds fun.”

Winona turns and offers me her elbow.  “Milady?”  I laugh and take her arm like a fine lady accompanying her Prince Charming.  “That’s it.  Move like her.  Talk like her.  Think like her.”

I move with an exaggerated feminine gracefulness.  Well as graceful as I could get sporting full wood at least.  My voice raises an octave.  “Like this?”

“Just like that.”  She says.  “You’re doing great Sprout.”

I raise my nose with elvish haughtiness.  “My name is Althea thank you very much.”

“Begging your pardon boss.”  She cackles in a crow like squawk.  “Caw!”

I laugh.  This was so silly!  I loved it.

She nuzzles against her shoulder like a bird preening it’s feathers.  “So what are we doin today boss?”

“Uh…”  I look toward my character sheet.

“Don’t worry about about the numbers or the rules.”  Winona whispers.  “Just…go with the flow.”

“Right.”  I say, then dip back into character.  “Well Touka, I think today we travel.”

“Caw!”  Winona crows excitedly.  “Finally!  I get so bored inside our tower.  Where are we going boss?  To visit your Grandma?  To explore the woods for danger?  To shop in town?  We could do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Very well.”  I say.  “Then there is someone I must see.”

Winona gives me a look, curious where I was going with this improvisation.  “Who?”

“You’ll see.”

“Keepin secrets from me boss?”

“Just this one.” I say.  Walking around the room I stop by the washroom to take up my spell book again and continue on.

“Tell me!  Tell me!”  Winona crows.  “Where are we going?  You can’t keep secrets from your familiar.  Where?”

“A castle.”

“Which castle?”

“You’ll see.”

“Squaw!”  Touka fluffs and shakes his head in frustration.  “Who are we seeing boss?  Who!?  Who!?”

“You sound like an owl.”  I laugh.

“CAW!”

“Okay, okay.  We are going to see…”  I glance over at the Game Master from the corner of my eye.  “…Lady Ara.”

This stops Winona in her tracks.  Standing tall she raises a brow.  “Lady Ara?  Of the Mayhems?”

“The one and only.”

“Er…are you sure about that boss?”

“I wish to offer the lady my services.”  I say.  “Her former mage hadn’t the heart for adventure.”

“You sure that’s a good idea boss?”  Winona as Touka says, seemingly genuinely concerned about me.  “She is a dangerous woman.”

“And a valuable ally.”  I reply.  “Come along Touka.  I think I know the way.”

“Alriiight.”  Touka trills.  “You’re the boss.”

Chapter 19