They get acquainted

After Brunhilde left and the doors were locked, Martin went through the house. He knew that Sibyl slept in a ground-floor bedroom, but where would she be now? He searched all around for her, and then finally found her in the kitchen.

There was a stone basin with a gargoyle leaning over it. The gargoyle had a pull-chain like the one in the bath, and Martin guessed that it filled the basin with water. Sibyl was there. She stood on top of a box, dress sleeves rolled up to her elbows, washing some dishes. She looked over her shoulder at him for a moment and looked at him with her big, blue eyes.

“Oh, hello,” she said demurely, “You’re Brunhilde’s consort. Do you bring orders from her?” She spoke evenly and with a little formal stiffness. Martin shook his head.

“No, no orders,” he said, “I’m just here to help you with those dishes. Here, let me stand.”

He got up on the box beside her, rolled up his sleeves, and began helping her wash the dishes, scrubbing them with an extra rag that had been lying on the edge of the basin.

“Thank you!” she said brightly, smiling at him. Her eyes were wide and she spoke with utter honesty. She was completely without guile. A lamb.

“It’s no problem, Sibyl,” he said.

They washed for a few more minutes, and then she said to him, “So, you’re her consort. What does… that mean? I mean, I…” she blushed. He smiled at her.

“I sleep in her bed, yes,” he said, “Every night.”

“I saw,” said Sibyl. She was still blushing furiously.

“Did you like what you saw?” said Martin, giving her the side eye. She giggled, perhaps nervously.

“Yes,” she finally said in a small voice, looking away from him.

After a while longer, they finished the dishes. Martin dried his hands off quickly.

“Where are you going after this?” he asked. Sibyl wrung her hands in front of her waist, looking down.

“I, um, well, I was going to just go back to my room,” she said. Martin looked at her for a moment and felt his cock begin to fatten. She was so small, so shy and ****. He passed his arm around her waist and squeezed her to him.

“Can I have a kiss first?” he asked. He couldn’t believe how forward he was being. He would never have dared be that forward with a girl when he was younger. Something about how Brunhilde had fucked him that morning had changed him temporarily. It wouldn’t last forever. Or would it? Some part of him was simply not reserved any more. The walls were lower than they once were.

Sibyl’s face broke into a huge smile like a child. Her eyes were wide.

“I didn’t know you like me!” she said excitedly. Martin put his hand under her chin and she immediately softened her face and closed her eyes. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips, then another, then another. He kissed her for a while, using the different ways that Brunhilde had taught him. He nibbled her lip, kissed her neck, and bit her ear. Then he tongue-kissed her deeply for a torturously long time, feeling her wet, warm mouth under his as he greedily probed and savored her lips, cheeks, teeth, and tongue, feeling every surface and kissing her hungrily. Eventually, she pulled away, gasping for air.

“That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, looking at him dreamily. He could tell that her hands weren’t the only wet thing, but remembered his promise to Brunhilde.

“Thanks,” he said, placing his hands on her waist and pressing his body against hers, “Have you kissed a boy before?”

“No!” she said, “Only Brunhilde.”

“You guys make out?”

“We make out and I… She has me lick her down there.”

“Does she ever lick you?”

Sibyl said nothing, but smiled, her face flushed and a far away look in her eyes, and slowly nodded “yes”. Martin was in full erection, his dick straining against his hose. He reached his hands around and grabbed Sibyl’s soft little bottom, squeezing it tight. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing contentedly as he groped her bum however he wanted.

“Let’s go back to my room,” she breathed in his ear.

“We can’t fuck yet,” said Martin.

“That’s fine. Let’s just… go,” she said breathlessly. At that moment, he knew that, if anyone would make the decision not to have sex, it would be him. She would gladly give in to his advances no matter what they were. It was up to him. He was startled from his thoughts when she took his hand in hers and led him away, down the hall and into her bedroom. Their feet made a light pattering as they ran over the floor in a house built for people much larger than themselves. Giggling, she led him into her room. Martin was astounded. She was so shy, but as soon as that switch was flipped, she turned into a dirty little minx! She was one of those girls who looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but then, as soon as someone lit the fire in her belly…

She looked at him and made a face he hadn’t seen her make before. It was almost a sad face, eyebrows pointed up toward the center of her forehead, mouth slightly opened. She breathed heavily and put her hands on his chest, gently running running them over his pecs and brushing over his nipples. She sucked in a deep breath and leaned into him. This time she began to tongue kiss him in return, devouring his face and pressing her trembling, petite little body into him. He could feel her hard nipples through the fabric. He began pulling her dress up until her panty-covered bottom was exposed and grabbed it in both hands, raking his nails upward and leaving red marks on her lily-white buttocks. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips into his, gently humping his pelvis.

“Oh, gods, Martin,” she said, “Give it me, oh, please, give it to me…”

She pulled him close. Martin couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew that Sibyl had been eyeballing him for days now, like Brunhilde had said, but he hadn’t realized what a little slut she was. But of course, Brunhilde had been using her for some time now. She was an experienced fucktoy, even if she acted shy.

But she was sort of shy. By temperament, anyway. She had probably been very modest before Brunhilde had broken her into a lesbian sex kitten. That gave Martin an idea.

“Come here,” he said, taking her hand. He sat down on the bed.

“Over my lap,” he said, “You’re going to be… questioned.”

She bent over his lap, looking a little frightened, her long blonde hair hanging to the floor.

“Put both your hands on the floor,” he said, feeling his erection pressing into her stomach. She was bend over his lap, both hands and both feet on the ground. With one hand, he gathered up her hair and pulled it so that she looked straight forward. She yelped as he yanked her hair, then whimpered, and he saw her little bottom quivering in anticipation. With his other hand, he slowly hiked her dress up until he could see her hot butt.

“I’m going to ask you some questions,” he said hoarsely, his voice inflamed with lust, “And whenever you plead guilty, you get a spank, okay?”

“Yes,” said Sibyl. Her voice sounded distant, as if she wasn’t fully there.

“Has Brunhilde fucked you with that ivory cock?”

“Yes,” whispered Sibyl, “And I loved it.”

There was a loud crack as Martin clapped her cheeks. She gasped and stuck her butt out as if she wanted more.

“Has she put it in your ass?” he asked.

“No,” said Sibyl.

“Have you eaten her asshole?” he asked luridly.

“Yes,” sighed Sibyl, “I love it when she sits on my face. Sometimes I touch myself when she does that.”

Martin gave her two more spanks. Her bottom was already turning a nice shade of pink.

“Have you ever thought about me when you touch yourself?” he asked.

“Oh, gods yes. After I saw you naked this morning I hid in my room and humped my pillow. I want to suck you.”

Three more spanks. Sibyl wailed in pleasure and wiggled her little butt, gluttonous for punishment.

“Oh, Martin,” she crooned, “Can’t you just do it to me now? Oh, gods, oh Martin, I want you to just mount me…”

She was panting and staring distractedly at the wall, and he saw a big wet spot in her panties where they had ridden up her slit into a camel toe. He placed his hand on her bottom and squeezed first one cheek, then another.

“Not yet, sweety,” he said, “Brunhilde doesn’t want us to fuck yet. But you can make me feel good another way. Here, stand up.”

He led her over to the wall and ordered her to put her hands against it. Then he stood behind her and gripped her waist with both hands.

“Make me feel good,” he said. She complied, grinding her plump, soft little posterior on him. She grunted and squeaked as she moved her hips in circles, doing anything to feel mor friction on her wet pussy lips through her dress and panties. Martin moved his hands up, trailing them up her sides, and cupped her breasts through her clothes. He could feel her hard nipples poking into his palms.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, still grinding on him.

“Why?”

“Because I’m a…” she mumbled something.

“You’re a what?”

She mumbled again. Irritated, he hiked her dress up, smacked her ass, and yelled, “Louder, bitch!”

“I’m a horny slut!” she squealed, pressing her bottom into him. Then he realized she was sniffling. He slowed down immediately and turned her around.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. She wasn’t full-on crying, but she was a little misty.

“It’s just…” she said, “I want you so bad, Martin. Are you sure we can’t do it now?”

“Not yet,” he said. Remembering all the times Brunhilde had been gentle with him, and pulled Sibyl in close, squeezing her tenderly against him.

“Are you okay, Sibyl?” he asked smoothing her hair down. She laid her head against his chest, and then he realized how short she really was. He could rest his chin on top of her head, and he was not a tall man.

“Yes. I - I’m fine,” she said, pressing herself into him and shivering, “Just a little cold.”

He kissed her again, tasting her lips, and ran his fingers through her hair.

“It’s not cold, I think,” he said, “You’re just turned on.”

It went on like that for the rest of the week. Whenever neither of them was taking care of chores, they would go for walks in the courtyard, talk about things, or roll around on the floor dry-humping each other. He found out a lot about Sibyl: she had been a milk maid when a Somai raider had captured her, and still a virgin when Brunhilde bought her. Then she’d been trained to wash dishes, sweep floors, and most importantly, eat Brunhilde’s pussy. She had been fucked many times with the ivory cock, and learned to enjoy it.

“She’s terribly nice to me,” said Sibyl, “So gentle and caring. She always makes sure that I have enough air, even when she’s sitting on my face. And she was so kind when she fucked me with that strapon. She took it slowly and held my hand the whole time.”

“I don’t think other Somai are as nice as she is,” said Martin. Sibyl nodded.

One day they did something a little daring. It was the day before Brunhilde came back. Martin was sleeping in Brunhilde’s bed, and that morning, Sibyl came in.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said, giggling, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Martin opened his eyes and saw the secret: Sibyl had opened her blouse and her small, perky breasts were exposed, bright white with light pink nipples. He felt a shudder run through him, a livid desire to grope her and fuck her until she screamed, but he shook his head.

“Put them away, Sibyl,” he said, “Put them away before I do something stupid. When Brunhilde gets back, I am pretty sure she’s going to let me dominate you.”