Chapter 6

He rose from her and turned her to himself. He kissed her deeply. She paved her mouth for his. She was already acquainted with that. She slid her left hand down his body with her right at the back of his head.

She held the left hand to his erection and fixed it in her well. She lifted herself but to no avail. He helped her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved rhythmically on him. Her mouth was plugged into his. He wasn't himself anymore. She wasn't herself anymore too. That made a pair.

After several minutes, he dropped her down but still had his mouth in hers. She wanted to know how long he could be given to the pleasure. She flickered her tongue in his mouth and clicked it. She gobbled it. He loved the way she tasted. Though twas becoming all smelly, but twas yet all hot in there. Two warm bodies going warmly over each other.

He slid his hands down her body with his mouth still in hers. That right hand of his slid down her boobs and halted at the top of her well. He drove two of his fingers into the hole and worked his miracle.

She firstly moaned into his mouth. He moved his fingers rhythmically in there but she couldn't take it anymore. She fought her mouth free and raised her head up. She couldn't do two at a time.

He could do that. He wanted to stimulate the pleasure but needed some enhancers. He moved his head down and buried it in her boobs as he fought his face along the route between the two. He sucked and sucked as his fingers did the taunting. She couldn't take it anymore. She was charging and charging and charging. Then she growled.

"Stop."

He fingers flipped out of the well. He had no choice. He needed to figure out what just happened. The voice he had heard was unusual.  Twasnt that of the lady he had known or he had asked a question few minutes ago.

The voice he had heard was deep and strong and bold and powerful. His face was yet buried in her boobs. He was skeptical. He didn't know if he was supposed to take it off them of persist. He needed to be sure. He took another slow and rhythmic suck of the two.

"I said stop."

The same deep and rude voice came again. He was forced to look up at her. Her eyes was fiery and tensed like an eerie ember. He hadn't seen such in his life. He tried to remember if she had told him anything about herself which should had been the reason for that sudden change.

He moved away from her quickly. He guessed annoying her at that moment would do nothing but hurt him. He couldn't be really sure but of course he wouldn't take chances. Who would see a lion and go to test if his teeth are really working.

She moved past him and walked towards the door. She opened the door and went out.

"Are you crazy? You'll be seen naked outside!"

He quickly girded himself in a wrapper and took one for her as he hastened out of the room to cover her.

As he got out, he was shocked. He was forced to consider himself as the one who was naked and not the lady. She was radiantly girded in a red gown made from a  fine linen. He couldn't believe what he was seeing of course. You wouldn't too. He was confused.

He was made to feel like he was the one who was naked. But he had seen her walk out nakedly. What was wrong. He wrapped the wrapper around his chest. He looked like some concorted sharwama wrapped in a haste.

He walked closer to her and tried to ease his heart of one million and one questions eating him up:

"Who are you?"

She turned to him. Her eyes were normal. Her face was shining like some gold burnished in gutsy flames. Her lips were pursed and her nose delicately etched in their region. He did want to say something else but he seemed to lost it. He wasn't even sure if he still have a brain.

"Haven't I told you that I am a Nymph?"

"A Nymph."

He was stupefied. He didn't know what he intended doing with what he had said. Probably he wanted it to be a question or a statement or an exclamation or a break or interlude. Interlude? Who thinks that way. He wasn't even singing, then what was with the 'interlude thought'. Super crazy instinct.

"And I've got to go now. We might and may not meet ever again. But might come back for sex."

She edged towards him and met his lips with hers. She seemed to had perfected the act. She probably knew how to do it better than him.

Her mouth was cold. She tasted honey. She seemed to had changed in just a jiffy. He hadn't seen such alakazam ever.

He didn't want her to stop, though his thoughts had made confetti of his instinct. He did wish that he would be sane again.

He let go of her lips. She looked into his eyes and kissed his again. Then she slowly dropped her lips from his. She walked away then.

He watched her go. He felt a lot of things going on within him. He didn't know which he was supposed to pay attention to.

He remembered what his brother said. Running after her would be crazy.

She looked back at him and smiled. He felt a surge within him.

The fuck! He had sex with a Nymph.

He ran inside quickly. He needed to learn about Nymphs.