She auditions your oral skills.

Her voice in your ear is a seductive purr. “Get on your knees.”

It’s a voice that’s hard to disobey. Every syllable is like it’s own sexual act, something intimate and erotic that she’s sharing with you. This woman could make you come by reading a physics textbook to you.

She releases her grip on you, though she doesn’t step away. You lower yourself carefully. Her body is close against you, and your face brushes over her breasts, which are full and round and almost entirely bare. You feel only the smallest curve of supple, thin leather cupping her breasts from beneath, and then the same material is skin-tight across her abdomen. Your hands touch her thighs and calves for support, and your fingers trace her strong muscles, sheer stockings, and short leather boots.

You hear her voice from above. “You’re going to lick my pussy. But first--”

Another strobe of lighting illuminates her, and you get a close look at her black leather top and her purple stockings -- just before the leather seems to explode in a hurricane of black fluttering shapes, almost like bats. You flinch, but you feel nothing but a rush of air. The lightning dies, the sound of wings fades, and then your cheek feels the bare skin of her stomach. Your fingers tell you that most of her stockings are still intact, but her clothes from her crotch up have just … flown away.

“Now,” she says, and the word is simultaneously a command and a promise.

You shift your position, crouching to lower your head. She shifts her feet apart to give you more room between her thighs, and you feel her hand slide down past your face to her crotch, so that she can spread herself open with her fingers. Your lips find her pubic hair, and then the wet valley of her pussy. From there, it only takes a moment to find her clit with your tongue.

“That’s right,” she breathes, as you start to slowly lick her. “I wonder if you’ve done this before. No, don’t answer. I like your tongue right where it is.”

You slide your hands around the backs of her stockinged thighs, pulling yourself a little closer to her. Your lips graze her fingertips as your tongue explores her pussy, stroking and circling. When you slip your tongue up into her tight cunt, you hear her draw a sudden breath, and she purrs approvingly when you return your attention to her clit.

“I can be a very … generous mistress,” she tells you. “I can bring you to heights of pleasure that no human woman could manage. All you have to do is please me … mmmm …”

She takes her hand away from her pussy; possibly she’s using it to brace herself against the wall so that she doesn’t fall over. You can’t be sure; your world consist entirely of the hot, wet space between Morrigan’s thighs. You use your own fingers to spread her pussy as you continue to lick her, and she starts to sway above you, rocking her hips toward your face.

Your cheeks and chin are slick from her wetness. The heat of your bodies makes the hallway as warm as a tropical jungle. Her sighs deepen into moans.

“Mmmmm … oh, yes … ah! … mmmmm …”

Her voice cuts off abruptly, and her body tenses and trembles. You press your face tightly to her, lick rapidly. Her hips give a sudden jerk, and she shouts as her pussy gushes with orgasm. You keep licking, and she cries out again and again, thrusting against you.

“AH! … OH! … OH! … UH! ...”

Her voice trails off, and her body slowly relaxes. Her skin is sweaty under your hands. She spends a few moments catching her breath, and you can feel your own heart pounding.

“That was … a good start,” she says, and laughs, gently. “A very good start. Now …” Her hand rests on her head, and she strokes your hair. “What shall I do for you in return?”