Chapter 33: The Pleasures of Onyx...

"Yes, we'll be happy to make an appraisal," said the older gentleman. He was already pulling out measuring tools and placing them on the counter. There were a dozen diamonds on the small felt bag in front of him, professionally cut and gleaming under the shop's lights.

"Ah," he stopped, wanting to head off any dramatic disappointments, "you understand that as a reseller, what we would provide as an appraisal isn't necessarily what we ourselves offer in exchange? I can tell you a reasonable fair market value, but we can only buy at rates below that."

Lorelei smiled and nodded patiently. "I understand. I'll have to hear out your estimate, but to be frank I believe cash in hand will likely win out over what might be found after a long search for an interested buyer."

The old jeweler smiled. "Understood. Is there, ahem, documentation with these pieces?"

The succubus leaned in a bit closer, looking at him with the earnest, innocent eyes of several millennia of manipulation and deception. "Would that be absolutely required? We found these in storage. I've simply no idea where the paperwork might be found. If that affects the appraisal, I'll understand."

His cheeks and bald forehead reddened. "Oh, no, Miss, not a requirement. Not necessarily. I'm sure we could, ah, work around that." He pushed a finger under his collar to give his neck a bit of room. "It just might, as you say, affect the... ah... total appraisal a bit is all."

Lorelei nodded. She felt, deep within herself, a building desire and clear sense of anticipation. Wherever Alex was, it was only getting better. "I understand," she said, deliberately keeping the tremble from her voice. "Just... hurry. Please."

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Fifteen minutes later and a few miles away, Alex showed her into his home. She looked around curiously. "This is a nice place," she said with sincere admiration.

"It wasn't always like this," he said. "We've only been here a couple of years. I can remember thinking food stamps were pretty neat. Mom's come a long way."

"You and your mom are close?" she asked curiously.

Alex nodded. "We really are. She doesn't treat me like a kid much. Unless she's freaked out, I guess."

"Must be nice to have a cool parent," Onyx mused. She wasn't really thinking about that, though. Alex looked at her, and for once felt confident in his ability to read subtle body language. He leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed back, pulling him toward her until he pushed her back up against the door. Onyx tugged at his shirt, her face turned up into his, while his hands softly trailed down her curly black hair to the small of her back. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, and as blood flowed into his groin he could feel her against his growing stiffness.

His instincts warned him to be gentle with her. Her kiss and her body felt delicate and needful yet with an innocence that seemed completely out of place with everything he'd learned of her. He had only spoken with her in passing a few times in class and the last couple of hours of hanging out with her one on one.

Onyx had a girlfriend. Lived with her. Things were serious. She was a little older at a time in life when even a little could mean a lot. Her image was a carefully constructed blend of dark, foreboding colors and mysterious allure, and she had to know it. Had to know how pretty and sexy she was. Had to be much more worldly than he was, even after this last crazy week.

Yet if she had told him as they kissed passionately that she had never been with anyone else before this, he'd have believed her. That kiss lasted a long time. They embraced closely but softly up against the door, cuddling as much as anything. Both of them released a breath pregnant with tension and excitement.

"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you," Alex murmured.

Onyx's eyes glittered up at him. "This is really special."

"Yeah."

She inhaled, being bold once again. Onyx said, ever so quietly, "Don't take me to a couch if we're just going to wind up moving to your bed."

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There was a tremble in her legs as she walked with all possible speed to her car. She didn't really have to hide anything this time. Lorelei was in public, yes, but walking through a parking lot to her Lexus. Passing no one and with no need to shield her pleasure, there was no reason not to let her breath come out in soft, expectant moans.

This had been coming on for the last few minutes. She had felt the first kiss while in the appraiser's office. Despite the rush of power she felt as Alex indulged his desires, it was all Lorelei could do to shield her reactions. It felt like he was kissing her directly. He could have been there, right up against her, lips and tongues intertwined as if the last few nights had never happened.

Lorelei pushed the appraiser harder than she'd meant to. There was an unrestrained use of manipulative power in that office, along with consent to a lower exchange rate than she probably could have worked out with a little bargaining, but it didn't matter. The diamonds were just pricey baubles. There was always more money out there to be had. What was happening to her master, and therefore to her, was exquisite and by its very nature fleeting.

She struggled to walk to her car, opened the door and slipped inside. She suddenly and simultaneously felt her legs being spread apart by friendly, gentle hands that caressed her stocking-clad legs before moving down to pull off her tall boots. Except she wasn't wearing stockings or boots at all; Lorelei was in a short skirt, longer than the one she'd worn to drive Alex to school, and high heels.

Lorelei's eyes hardly tracked her surroundings at all. She locked the doors and willed herself to be unseen before giving in to the feeling of laying back onto a bed and having her master's hands roam up her sides, still fully clothed, all for the first time. His face rose up to hers, kissing her passionately for only the fourth time ever now, and she felt swept away by it.

Her heart beat faster. The trembling in her legs now rippled deliciously through her whole being. She needed him so badly, wanted what would inevitably be hers, yet also needed him to take this slowly and carefully.

In the car, Lorelei dropped her seat backward. She shifted, enabling herself to unzip and loosen her skirt. Her hands moved inexorably to the inflamed, moist flesh between her legs.

She saw Alex smiling at her, soothing her with words about not rushing things and wanting her to be comfortable. She laughed, nervously and innocently.

Innocence.

Lorelei's eyes flared with power. "She's a virgin," the succubus gasped as she felt Alex claim her lips once again.

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"I've never been with a man before," Onyx confessed. They lay intertwined, shoes kicked off and their most restrictive clothes loosened, but still basically dressed.

Keeping his cool about it, Alex managed to show only a little surprise. It was tactful. "That's okay," he said. "I don't want to pressure you. I like you."

"I want this," she nodded.

"I do, too. But why me?"

"I don't meet a lot of nice men," she said softly. "Not nice men who are cute and trustworthy and understanding."

He was more than flattered. He was blown away. "How do you know all that about me for sure?"

"Any girl with taste can see you're cute," she smiled. "As for the rest... trade secret. But I can tell." She pulled him closer to kiss him again, then tentatively slipped her hands up under his shirt and began to pull it up. Alex let her, breaking off the kiss only when he needed to make room for the shirt.

Onyx's hands trailed back down again, and then her eyes went wide as she found the fresh scar under the left side of his chest. "Oh my God," she murmured, "what happened here?"

"Um. It's okay now, but can I tell you later?" His lips found their way to the side of her neck, which she offered up without resistance. "If I tell you now I can't use my mouth for this," he pointed out.

"Deal," she giggled.

Hands slipped under her back, working to free her from her complicated top. Again she laughed softly before helping him with it. Removing it revealed a black lace bra that contrasted with her alabaster skin and a figure that her fashion sense didn't do justice. Alex marveled at her until she tugged him closer, kissing him out of self- consciousness. It was the only thing she could do to break the moment.

"Wow," he breathed finally.

"Alex," she whispered into his ear, a soft plea between equals, "I trust you. Do this for me."

He hesitated only for a second to process that. She couldn't be more explicit than this, he realized. Not this first time at any rate. But that moment's thought allowed him to understand what she was asking of him.

There was a point of no return here for each of them. He had the thought that if she were to back out, it was better that he crossed it first. Alex pulled away from her for a moment to unbutton his jeans. He twisted off of her to pull away both denim and black cotton underneath.

Onyx couldn't help but look, and then her eyes went wide for a second time. "Wow," his new friend gasped. Then she looked up at his eyes apologetically. "I didn't mean anything bad by that," she quickly explained.

Alex just smirked. "No? You're sure?"

She grinned, her hands roaming down his back and then, for the first time, across his ass. "Shut up, you."

He smiled and then kissed her again, legs and chests moving against one another. Having him naked and on top of her excited her, excited them both, and they both knew it. Alex didn't make her wait to the point of frustration, though. He broke away from their kiss again, trailing his lips down her chest, over her bra and down her belly until he came to the top of her skirt. His hands slipped under the fabric and slowly pulled it off of her, leaving her in nothing but her matching black bikini panties that stretched across full, gorgeous hips.

Onyx lay there before him, unsure of what to do with her hands now, feeling vulnerable and timid yet wanting it to continue. She blushed when Alex breathed out, "You're so beautiful," but said nothing. Her eyes asked him not to stop.

Alex's hands returned to her hips, as did his mouth. Satin and lace were pulled away, exposing skin that he caressed with kisses as she shivered in delight. Even the dark patch of hair revealed as the panties came off was so very lovely.

His eyes were on hers as his kisses slowly slipped low between her legs. She couldn't hold his gaze long, though he could see surprise and gratitude and joy in her eyes before they closed and her hands both softly gripped his head. Her panties were only down past her knees, but that at least allowed her to bend her legs up and out to help him get them off without making his mouth break contact with her soft thighs.

"OhgodohgodohgodAlexyes," Onyx exhaled as she felt a shudder run through her body. Her fingernails dug softly through his scalp as her legs slipped over his back. She willed him up a little closer into her pussy, drawing him in and panting in pure joy. The revelation of the glory he'd been hiding in his pants was a thrill in and of itself. She hadn't expected this treat, too.

It truly was a treat at that. Alex moved slowly up kissing and gently stroking her thighs. As he reached the top of her thighs he gently nibbled and sucked on each one causing her to gasp softly.

Within minutes of tender attention from Alex's fingers and mouth, Onyx was almost dizzy with pleasure. He was slow, steady and gentle. She could easily believe he'd done this a hundred times or more. His tongue suddenly split her lips and spoiled her clit rotten as he sucked it into his mouth.

Alex's fingers moved over her pussy and squeezed it softly before beginning to slide them back and forth over it. As Onyx's juices flowed out more and coated his fingers, Alex slipped two of them slowly and gently inside of her tight pussy causing Onyx to shudder once again.

Alex slowly worked his tongue around her clit. Just as he started flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub, Onyx jerked her hips upwards into his mouth before screaming in ecstasy as she orgasmed. Alex grinned happily and curled his fingers just enough to rub against the rough spot behind her clit. This had an immediate effect on Onyx as she screamed in pleasure again and began spraying into Alex's mouth.

Alex pulled his mouth back a little to give her a break as he licked his lips of her juices, savoring the taste. He watched as small little shudders would wrack her body occasionally and squeezing his fingers before she opened her eyes and looked at him.

'He couldn't possibly be doing this for the first time,' she thought. She hardly thought about that, though. All she thought about was that he felt so very, very good, that he could do this to her as long as he pleased, and that she had chosen very wisely indeed.

There was only one person in the world with whom Onyx had ever gone this far. She used to feel embarrassed and vulnerable with her, spread like this and offering up such private things that she'd spent virtually all of her life hiding. The embarrassment faded, but the vulnerability never did. If anything, Onyx learned to embrace it with her partner. Here, she found herself embracing it again. She had reason to trust this man.

Another climax came on without warning or preamble for either of them. Her breathing quickened, but she made no other noise, and Alex was taken slightly by surprise as he felt her tighten around his fingers again. He didn't let up though and went back to fingering like he did earlier. He didn't quicken his pace, didn't slow it. Alex licked and caressed and paid close attention to the sound of her breath and the feel of her body as she rode his affections over the edge in a long series of gasps and twitching spasms.

Alex brought her down smoothly, enjoying the grateful undertones of her panting and soft, wondrous laughter. "I didn't expect you to do that," she said finally.

"I can do a lot more if you'd like," Alex offered. His lips were still close enough to hers that she could feel the warmth of his voice against them.

At that, she finally did whimper, just once. "I want more, but I want you. Now."

"Now?" he taunted, moving up to lie against her.

"Before I get worried that you're too good to be true," she smiled. Onyx let one hand trail down his body, gathering the courage to finally touch what she wanted. The contrast of soft flesh over such a hard, stiff tool excited her even more. "Just... go slow. I've never had anything like this."

"I like going slow," Alex reassured her. She brought the head of his engorged cock between her labia, giving them both a pronounced, intimate rush. "Onyx, I don't know if this might be nasty to you or not," he ventured softly, "but can I kiss you?"

Her eyes drifted up to him. One hand was still on his cock, rubbing it against herself, but the other now slipped around his neck. "Hell yes," she said. She pulled him close, invading his mouth gratefully with her tongue and thrilling to the taste of herself upon him.

As they kissed, Alex slowly pushed into her. He read her every reaction, feeling increasingly familiar and intimate. She needed him to be the aggressor here, having brought the whole affair as far as she could of her own initiative already. Onyx was strong, self-possessed, bold. She knew who she was better than most women her age. There was no submissiveness or fear here. For whatever reason, she wanted this moment to be directed by her partner.

Her kiss became ever more encouraging and rewarding as Alex pushed into her. It was a tight fit. He was glad that he had gone down on her, making this much easier on both of them well ahead of time and ensuring that Onyx was already riding high on orgasmic relief when he began to split her flesh. Regardless of how welcoming she was, she had never accepted anything so big.

He pulled back, briefly, allowing her to adjust, before pushing in the rest of the way. When he was fully within her Onyx let out a grunt of both relief and hunger.

"So good," she whispered into his mouth. "So good."

He felt exactly the same, but was a little too overwhelmed himself to say so. Alex pulled back, slowly, withdrawing most of his length before sinking back into her again. Onyx purred seductively.

"More," she beckoned. "More," she said again a few seconds later, and as he increased his pace, she simply whispered, "more." They started out slow, grinding together deeply and feeling one another out, but as she became used to him and their excitement built the fear of being too rough with her faded for both of them.

Eventually, Alex let go of all restraint. Onyx felt herself being pounded and invaded by that beautiful cock, wanting nothing more than everything Alex had in him. They gave up on kissing, gave up on affection, anything but this frenzied fuck that they both so desperately needed. Onyx tightened around him, brought to another wet, panting climax, but he didn't stop or even slow down. It only made her orgasm better, she found. He fucked her right through that rush, leaving her delirious with pleasure for awhile, until she came back to her senses and saw him above her with his torso mostly upright as he continued his single-minded mission of fucking her out of her mind again.

Though she wasn't giving it much thought at the time, she would later have a hard time thinking of anything that had ever felt so comprehensively good. They were friends. There was intimacy. There was trust. There was sex so good it left her in awe. When they began, she had felt self-conscious about the way he admired her beauty, but now that he was over her and inside her she glorified in his adoring and hungry stare.

The only thing that could compare was falling in love. And it was love that let her be here with him in the first place.

She lay beneath him and luxuriated in his selfish assault until they were both brought to orgasm. This time, Onyx felt it coming on instead of it hitting her in surprise. She could see it in his face, too, and whispered encouraging words, whatever she could think of -- probably sounding like every random porn in the world, she would think later -- begging him to let go. He came with a loud groan of pleasure and relief that matched her panting breath. This was his first and for her a third big one, she'd lost count of the small ones. 

She drew him close, wrapping her arms around him and wanting him to stay inside her. He would probably have to pull out, she knew. It was the sort of thing that she'd read about and discussed more than once despite her personal inexperience. But having cum from intercourse on top of what he'd already done to her with his mouth, Onyx's expectations were already completely bowled over.

As such, she was thrilled when he began slowly grinding in and out of her again. "More?" he asked quietly as he kissed her ear.

"Yes," she hissed. "Hell yes."