Cassia's reward

A minute later the two of you step dripping and naked from the cool water. You immediately look around for any sign of the demons that had so nearly tempted you. Where ever they got to they are no longer in sight and instead of the nest of soft bedding you see only a pile of rotten rags lying on the floor of the passageway.

“Are they gone?” Asks Cassia standing by your side, and you are acutely aware of her body almost but not quite touching yours.

“I think so.” You tell her trying to keep your eyes on her face instead of gazing at her beautiful curves.

“Then I think we are safe enough for this.” To your amazement Cassia closes the gap between your bodies pressing her soft curves against your emaciated frame. “You keep watching for danger, I have something I want to try.” Her soft palm is warm against your ribs and as it slides lower.

“Cassia, you don't ...” You tell her trying to convince yourself as well as her.

“Shut up Adonis, and keep watch.” She says as her fingers wrap around the thick shaft of your manhood. “I've never held a man like this, but I think I understand the general idea.” She tells you as her hand begins to stroke you. “At least three times tonight you have saved me from those who would have used me for their pleasure.” Her hand is warm as it pulls at your foreskin with growing confidence. “By all that is sacred, you have earned what they were going to take by ****. I don't dare give you the reward you truly deserve as long as we are in this cursed city, but I can at least try this.”

The memory of the demons stilled your rising passion for just a moment, but the feeling of Cassia's other hand cupping your scrotum and rolling your balls between her fingers soon has you even harder than before.

“Does this feel right?” She asks, reminding you that this is her first hand job. She takes the grunt you give as affirmation, which is a good thing because as fantastic as this feels you didn’t think you can even speak. “I love the feeling of your hardness.” Her eyes find yours before she continues. “You’ve been trying to hide this from me all night, but trust me, I noticed. I saw how you shifted awkwardly trying to keep me from seeing this stiff rod.” In the cool blue light that streams from the stone in your hand you see Cassia bite her full lower lip nervously before she kneels at your feet.

“Cassia…” You stammer not knowing what to say.

“Shut up!” She tells you again this time more fiercely than before, and then dips her head and kisses the swollen purple head of your cock. You feel the wet heat of Cassia’s spittle drip onto your cock and with the added lubrication her hand moves even faster.

Seconds later you can hold back no longer. With a great throbbing surge you shoot wad after wad of white cream into the air. One gob of your cum lands on Cassia’s white shoulder, and trickles towards her breast and another stream lands on her arm. She uses the dripping fluid to further lubricate your aching cock and she strokes you steadily until the last drop is squeezed from your member.

“Will that help?” Cassia asks with a hint of pride in her voice. “I can try again later if you need me to.”

You stare at her in stunned silence. This had been your first hand job, just as it had been hers and you were still struggling to come to grips with just how much better it felt to have a woman’s soft hand stroking you than your own rough palm.

“Was I too rough?” She asks concerned by your lack of response. “I should have used my mouth. Its just I wasn’t sure…”

Lifting Cassia to her feet you pull her into your arms and...