Chapter 6
Andrew had a strange dream. He was running in the forest, out of breath, chased by a group of women.
They laughed, teased him. They came in close, then backed off again.
When he finally stopped running, he entered a spot without trees, and the warm sunlight shone down upon him.
He stood still, catching his breath. He closed his eyes, enjoyed the heat of the sun, and the warmth on his skin.
Suddenly, the warmth intensified. Slowly but certainly, it started to center itself. First in his stomach, then in his lower abdominals, and then in his cock.
He started to breathe heavily again. “Wh—what the—“
It started to feel mighty good.
Then the pleasant warmth pulled him back into waking reality. Andrew felt the bed underneath him. The soft blankets caressed his skin.
The feeling in his crotch kept expanding itself, and became more intense as he realized his manhood was as hard as a rock.
It started as a slow, wet heat wrapped around the head of his cock, gentle and rhythmic. A soft, slick pressure that made his hips twitch before his mind caught up.
His eyes fluttered open and found the wooden ceiling, bathed in a dim, crystal-lit light.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized what the feeling was.
Someone was sucking his dick.
His eyes shot to his crotch, and he found two women kneeling between his spread legs at the edge of the bed.
The woman with her mouth on him had dark hair reaching well over her shoulders, her lips stretched around his thick shaft as she bobbed slowly, taking him deeper.
Her tongue swirled along the underside, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
She was dressed as what he now knew to be a higher sister. Her wooden necklaces softly clanged as she bopped her head.
Beside her, watching with calm and focused eyes, was Trina. She sat back on her heels, hands resting on her thighs, observing every movement as if it were a sacred duty.
The soft glow of the crystals painted their bare skin in warm, shifting light, highlighting the curves of their breasts and the beautiful lines of their bodies.
Andrew’s breath hitched. He tried to speak, but the words dissolved into a low groan as the dark-haired woman took him to the back of her throat, gagging softly around him.
Trina noticed his eyes were open. She gave a small nod, then reached out and tapped the other woman’s shoulder.
Without a word, the dark-haired woman pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She shifted aside.
Trina moved in, taking his shaft in her hand first, giving it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. Then she leaned down and engulfed him in one fluid motion, her mouth hotter, tighter, more insistent than the first sister.
She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks, her head moving in a steady rhythm that quickly had Andrew’s toes curling against the sheets.
“Fuck…” he breathed, fingers gripping the bedding.
Trina didn’t slow. She took him deeper each time, her tongue pressing firmly along the vein underneath.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight at the base of his spine. His hips started to lift involuntarily, chasing the feeling.
Just as the edge rushed toward him and he started to moan uncontrollably as his orgasm came in fast, Trina pulled back.
The other dark-haired woman immediately took over again, sliding her mouth down his length in one smooth glide.
The sudden switch was too much.
Andrew groaned deep in his chest as his climax hit hard.
His cock pulsed, spilling thick cum straight into the woman’s mouth. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away; she sealed her lips tighter around him and swallowed every spurt as he emptied himself.
When he finally stopped twitching, she kept him in her mouth a moment longer, gently sucking and licking as if savoring the last drops. Then she slowly drew off, sitting back on her heels beside Trina.
Andrew watched, chest heaving, slightly dizzy, as she tilted her head slightly, letting his release roll across her tongue.
She seemed to taste it, eyes half-lidded in concentration, rolling the flavor around her mouth like a fine wine.
After a long moment, she swallowed visibly, then gave a single, satisfied nod. “It is good,” she said, voice low and clear, “Healthy and potent. I will report to the Queen first thing in the morning.”
Trina nodded and rose smoothly to her feet, offering the other woman a hand up.
They both glanced at Andrew once more. Trina looked at him with that same unreadable intensity, her face stoic in the crystal light.
But then, she smiled. It was a small tug at her lips, but it was with a doubt a smile.
The other lady stared at him with quiet approval.
Then, still silent, they turned and slipped out of the room without another word. The door closed softly behind them, leaving only the gentle glow of the crystals and the sound of Andrew’s ragged breathing.
He lay there stunned, cock still wet and softening against his thigh, his mind reeling.
What the actual fuck was that?
Before he could even begin to process it, movement beside him caught his attention.
He turned his head.
Ayla was propped up on one elbow right next to him. Her eyes were open, watching him with that same quiet fascination she’d shown earlier.
The soft light traced the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breast, and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.
She had clearly been awake the entire time. She probably had witnessed the whole thing.
Andrew stared at her, mouth slightly open, words failing him.
Ayla’s lips curved into a small smile. She seemed to want to say something, but seemed to swallow her words.
Andrews felt awkward and let out a nervous chuckle. “What?” he asked.
Ayla stayed silent for another moment, then said: “So that’s what it’s like?”
“What is?”
She narrowed her eyes. “For a man to reach the ultimate pleasure.”
Andrew took her words in. “Uhm… yeah. Yeah, that about does it,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
Ayla pouted her lips.
Andrew wanted to sit up so he could face her properly, but she placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down.
“You need rest. Go back to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I need to take you to the baths,” she said.
“The baths?”
She nodded. “The Queen wants to see you. And she wants you freshened up and clean.”
A bath certainly did sound like a good idea. “Okay,” he said.
Ayla gave a single nod and clapped her hands. The crystals slowly dimmed their lights until the room went dark.
Andrew pulled the covers back over him, his cock still tingling in post-orgasm bliss.
Andrew woke slowly, pulled back to consciousness by the warmth of soft sunlight coming in through the open window.
For a brief moment, everything felt calm until memory returned in a steady rush.
He opened his eyes fully and turned his head. Ayla was already awake, seated near the window, watching him. “Good morning,” she said, a smile forming as she noticed he was up.
Andrew exhaled, pushing himself upright. His head still carried a dull ache, and his shoulder protested slightly as he moved, but both felt far better than before.
“Morning,” he replied, his voice still rough.
He sat there for a moment. “Still here,” he muttered.
It hadn’t been a dream.
Ayla tilted her head. “Where else would you be?”
Andrew gave a faint huff of amusement. “Fair point.”
He stretched carefully, testing his range of motion. The stiffness was still there, but manageable.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, a lot better.”
Ayla nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then we go.”
Andrew frowned slightly. “Go where?”
She stood and moved toward the door without hesitation. “To wash,” she said, as if it required no further explanation.
Andrew blinked, then swung his legs out of bed. “Right,” he said. He had forgotten she had mentioned that. “Need to be clean for her Highness,” he whispered to himself.
The path to the baths took them through a quieter part of the city.
The wide, open walkways from before gradually gave way to narrower paths that descended through the layers of the trees.
The massive trunks closed in around them, forming natural corridors that made the space feel more enclosed, more hidden.
He finally had more clothes on. Ayla had accepted him at least wearing his pants and a T-shirt.
Andrew kept glancing around as they walked. “You do this every day?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ayla replied simply. “Cleanliness is important.”
Andrew nodded. “No argument there.”
They stepped onto a larger platform, and Andrew slowed as something new came into view.
A structure hung at the edge—woven, reinforced, suspended like a large basket.
It was supported by thick ropes and wooden beams, wide enough to hold several people at once. Its sides rose high enough to offer some sense of security, though Andrew wasn’t entirely convinced by that.
He stepped closer and looked over the edge.
Below, partially obscured by layers of branches, the forest opened into a rocky formation. Steam drifted upward in soft curls, rising from somewhere within.
“That’s where we’re going?” he asked.
Ayla nodded.
Andrew glanced back at the basket, then at the drop again. “And this is safe?” he said.
“Yes.” She stepped inside.
Andrew hesitated briefly, then followed.
As soon as they were both inside, one of the nearby women began lowering them. She had her eyes on Andrew, giggling as he held her gaze for a while.
The basket shifted gently beneath his feet, descending smoothly through the dense layers of leaves and branches.
Andrew gripped the edge instinctively.
The descent was steady, the ropes creaking softly as they passed through the canopy. Leaves brushed against the sides, and the air grew warmer the lower they went.
After a short time, the basket passed through the leaves. The space around them opened into a natural enclosure formed by rock and the surrounding trees, creating a secluded, almost hidden chamber.
Andrew stared in awe as he noticed, lying at its center, a series of pools.