Solstice Surprise

SOLSTICE SURPRISE

T he Devilish Boar is busier than I've ever seen it. Friday nights are always prime time for crowds, but the summer solstice revelries have packed the inn full. I struggle through the crowd, dodging revelers who seem set on spilling my beer before I catch sight of a couple about to abandon their table in the corner.

I'm quick to slip a vacated seats before I force my shoulders away from my ears. I'm not opposed to going into town, but I do my best to avoid it on nights like this. The only reason I'm here is because Olbric asked me to meet him. Said he had a solstice surprise for me, but as I scan the crowd, I don't see him.

I do recognize a few others, though. Alix looks about as uncomfortable as I feel as Orabelle pulls him out of his seat to dance, her colorful skirts whirling to the upbeat mandolin that plays from the stage. Cancassi sits at a table nearby, their face red to the tips of their pointed ears from laughter.

My attention is drawn to a rustle of skirts that stop by my table. I look up, expecting a barmaid, and my mouth drops open.

It's Olbric, but I almost don't recognize him. His long black hair is loose and curled, crowned with a wreath of daisies. His russet skin glows in the dancing light of the tavern, a dusting of gold shimmering on his cheeks and eyelids while his plump lips have been reddened with rouge. A white summer dress hangs off of his shoulders like a curtain of lace.

He looks beautiful, like a maiden from a fairytale, but of all the surprises I imagined were in store tonight, him out and about as a woman was not one of them.

"Hi," he says, mischief in his voice. "I'm Omari."

I can't stop a small, awed laugh. "Omari, huh?" He offers me a cup of honey wine, and I take it, raising it in thanks. "Dominai."

"You look lonely, Dominai," he says, humor dancing in his hazel eyes. "Would you like some company?"

I take a sip of wine to cover my grin. "I'd be a fool to turn down the company of such a beautiful woman."

That gets a bashful smile out of him, but he smooths it over as he slips elegantly into the seat beside me. "Seems a shame that a handsome man like yourself should be alone on the solstice."

He's laying it on a little thick, but it's got it's own unique charm to it. It's easy to play along as I lean forward conspiratorially.

"Y'know, I was waiting for my lover to show up, but I think he may have ditched me tonight."

Olbric tsks dramatically. "What a snake."

"He's not so bad," I tease as I scoot my foot to touch his. "Though I am a little miffed - he promised me a surprise tonight."

Olbric dips his finger into his drink. "Shame he's not coming. Guess there's no surprise for you." His eyes smolder as he draws his finger between his rouged lips, sucking it clean.

He plays it so earnest that I can't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

I rub the heat from my face before taking another sip of wine. "Guess it's a good thing he didn't show. Elsewise you'd have nowhere to sit."

"Hmm, there's always your lap," he purrs.

I wonder how far I can push him. "I dunno, my lover can be the jealous type."

"I doubt we've done anything to make him jealous. Yet."

The heat in his voice sends a shiver up my back. Olbric doesn't give me a break as his slippered foot grazes my thigh. I clear my throat and try to deflect.

"So, what's a lady like you doing without a date on the solstice?"

Olbric's foot brushes higher, just barely grazing my crotch. "You could say I'm in the market for one."

My lip quivers as I try and fail to hide my smile. "Oh, so I have to pay for the pleasure of this visit?"

Olbric scoffs. "You think I'm not worth it?"

"Hmm, depends on how much you're asking," I tease.

"Rude!"

I grab his arm and pull him onto my lap, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "You're right, that was rude."

"I'm a wizard, you know," he huffs, but doesn't pull away. "Most would be jumping at the chance to spend a night with me."

I stroke over his corseted waist. As lovely as he looks with the dress on, I can't help but wonder what a sight he'll be with it off.

"A wizard, huh? Y'all make a study of doing the deed, don't you?"

Olbric grinds purposefully against my lap before giving me a sultry grin over his shoulder. "Would you like a lesson?"

I'm getting a little confused on if he's supposed to be a teacher or a harlot, but either way, I'm into it. I find one of the folds of his skirt and slide it up to brush a thumb over his knee.

"I think I'm willing to learn."

Olbric hums before he stands and offers me a hand. I down the rest of my wine before I take it, and somehow, it feels a lot easier to cross through the crowd with him leading the way.

I'm surprised when he doesn't head out of the tavern. Instead, he leads me up the stairs to the second level, ass swaying distractingly with every step.

As soon as we reach the upstairs landing, I grab his wrist before I push him against the wall with a gentle shove. The look he gives me burns, and I want to drink in that fire as I crash my lips against his.

Laughter and music travels up the stairs from the tavern, but it's all background noise to the sound of Olbric's quiet moan. I lift the hem of his dress and slide my hand under to graze his thigh.

He slaps me away, smirking against my lips. "Does your lover let you treat him like this?"

I brace my arms on either side of his head, our noses nearly touching. "Oh, he lets me do so much worse."

Olbric drags his lip between his teeth before he ducks out from under my arms. One hand pulls me along while the other produces a key from the pocket of his dress.

"Wait, we live a half hour's walk away. Did you seriously rent a room?"

He slips the key into the lock and pushes the door open. "A lady like me deserves special accommodations."

Inside, candlelight illuminates the room in a warm, flickering glow. It dances across the colorful rugs, illuminating the luxurious bed that rests against the far wall, soft down covers pulled back invitingly. Someone has even set a bottle of wine and a plate of fresh fruits on the bedside table.

"It's a good thing I met you tonight," Olbric says, grinning at my shock. "Since your lover denied you his surprise, I can at least give you this one."

On the solstice, when revelers and travelers have flooded to the city, there's no telling what this room cost.

"You're ridiculous. You know that, right?"

"We've barely just met, and you're insulting me?" His hand rests against my chest. "Do you like it?"

I cup his face before I bring my lips to his, kissing him deeply. "It's wonderful. You're wonderful."

Olbric gives a giddy little laugh. "Oh, a flatterer. You'd be wise to keep the praise coming."

I grab his hips and walk him back towards the bed. "You deserve more than praise. A goddess like you deserves to be worshiped."

We've already covered harlot and teacher. May as well add theology into it, too.

"Such an eager devotee. But patience is a virtue."

He spins us before pushing me onto the bed with a commanding shove. I prop myself up on my elbows just to see him turn his back to me as he steps out of his slippers.

He shakes his long, black hair out before pulling it over his shoulder. One hand reaches back, and the ribbons tying waist of his dress shimmer as they come loose. He slips the sleeves from one shoulder, then the other. Slowly, gradually, the dress slides down his back, revealing the white corset that cinches his waist in.

"Good gods, can you even breathe?"

Olbric grins at me over his shoulder before the dress drops to the floor. White panties frame his ass like a masterpiece, emphasized by the garter belt fastened around his waist. But instead of holding up stockings, they end in lacy straps that circle his thighs.

When he turns, the silver-threaded ivy that creeps across the bust of his corset shines in the candlelight. I follow the pattern over the tempting curve of his waist and hips before focusing on the barely contained bulge of his cock.

"And here I thought the room was the surprise." I drink him in, and my pulse spikes as he takes a step towards me. He glides onto the bed and in between my legs.

"Do you think your lover would be jealous now?"

He tugs my uncomfortably tight trouser laces, plucking them loose one by one. "If only because he's missing out on a night like this."

Olbric pulls my length free, his grin hungry. "You'll have to tell him all the details later."

I swear as he runs a long lick up my length before he swallows me to the hilt. Usually he starts slow, a teasing buildup, but not tonight. He seems intent to devour me whole, pulling back briefly to catch his breath before descending again. I swear, my hands tangling in his hair as I hold on for dear life.

At that, Olbric withdraws, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to my length as glares pointedly up at me. I obey the silent order and release his hair, grabbing the covers overhead instead. Amusement twinkles in his hazel eyes, and he rewards me by circling my tip with his tongue before drawing me into his mouth again.

I clench my eyes shut, savoring the delicious torment. His tongue traces every ridge and line, cheeks hollowing as he sucks and bobs over my length. He rides the roll of hips, keeping me pinned and at his mercy.

"Fucking hell." My fingers tighten in the sheets, but I don't let go. "Olbric-"

His name has barely crossed my lips before he pulls away and delivers a sharp slap to my dick. It's more surprising than painful, but I yelp all the same. My eyes fly open as he straddles my waist, my hard cock sliding against his lacy underthings as he splays his hands on my chest to pin me.

"Did you just call me by your lover's name?"

My grin comes out crooked. "Can you blame a guy for getting confused?"

He closes his hand over my mouth before his free one reaches down to tease my aching length. I groan against his palm, hips rolling to try and meet him.

"You better figure out who it is you're paying tribute to tonight." He leans forward, tongue dipping into the hollow of my throat. "I'm a jealous goddess, after all."

My retort of "you and my lover have that in common" is muffled, but he seems to understand me anyway. The hard bite on the side of my neck feels like an admonishment. I yelp as the sting of pain goes straight to my head—both of them.

"I'm sorry, goddess." His hand lifts from my mouth, and I lick my lips before saying, "Let this unworthy penitent make it up to you."

Olbric's grin widens. "That's more like it."

I guide him up to straddle my chest, giving his tempting ass a squeeze. My teeth gently bite the hem of the lacy panties before I tug them down, letting his cock spring free.

I lean up to get a taste, running my tongue along the underside from base to tip to collect the drop of liquid that's beaded there. Olbric lets out an appreciative moan and leans forward, hands braced on the bed above me.

It gives me a better angle to take him into my mouth, and I tighten my grip to trap him there, allowing him nowhere to go but deeper. I take a breath before I pull him down, happily smothering myself as I draw him in.

Above me, he moans his appreciation, his arms trembling as he rocks his hips. The movement tickles at the back of my throat, but I manage to stave off gagging as I swallow around him. The lack of air makes me feel lightheaded before Olbric pulls back, giving me just a moment to breathe before he descends again.

It doesn't take long for his pace to speed up, thrusts coming faster as he ruts into my willing mouth. I pull his panties down further, letting them rest just under the swell of his ass before I spread his cheeks. I tease a finger down to his entrance only to find the base of a glass plug already filling his hole.

Lust floods me. He's been wearing this the whole night with no one the wiser. I groan around his cock as I tug the base of the toy. Above me, Olbric moans as I pull the thickest part of the plug free, and I can feel how slick and ready he is. How he's prepared himself just for me.

I set the plug aside before I thrust a finger into him, then a second. He pushes back against my digits with a groan of pleasure, his cock slipping from my mouth as he does. His arms shake, legs trembling on either side of me, and I guide him down until he's straddling my waist again. He sits with a moan, arching as he thrusts down onto my fingers, his panties bunched in an obscene display around his exposed cock.

"Have I properly apologized, beautiful?" I ask, barely recognizing the rasp in my voice.

"Hmm, that depends." He lifts his hips, pulling off my fingers before rolling onto the bed next to me. He waves a hand to my haphazardly undone trousers and ruffled shirt. "Let's see what all you have going on under there."

I don't waste a second as I kick my half-shed trousers off, taking my shoes and socks with them. My cock hangs hard and heavy between my legs as I kneel up and tug my shirt over my head. I look down at Olbric as he shimmies his lace panties the rest of the way off before dropping them beside the bed.

I kneel on the bed in front of him, legs spread wide. "Does your penitent please you, goddess?"

"He does," Olbric says before beckoning me forward with a finger. "Come to temple."

My last thread of patience snaps. I surge towards him, my lips crashing against his as I push him back onto the covers. His arms fly around my shoulders, and he meets my kiss with an intensity that makes my head spin.

I slide my folded knees under his legs before I grab his thighs and tug him towards me. I line myself up, angle my hips just so, but Olbric meets me halfway. His leg hooks around my back before he guides me into him with the ease of long practice.

We moan in unison as I sink deep, his muscles clenching and spasming around me. Only once he relaxes do I start to move my hips in a slow worship. Each drag and thrust sends ripples of pleasure through me as Olbric arches, his own cock twitching and leaking.

His moans make gooseflesh tingle over my skin as I fuck a little deeper. Even though he's dressed like a stranger, his body is so very familiar. He opens around me with every thrust, his russet skin flushed against his silvery corset, black hair spread like a crown around his head. Pleasure pinches his face, eyes clenched shut as his hands grab the sheets overhead.

But when my hand snakes around to grab his length, his eyes flutter open, red lips parting in a moan. We fit together like we were made for one another, and as I thrust deep, his cock jumps in my grip as I target that sweet spot inside of him, angling my hips just so. I bow down to kiss again, spurred on by the bliss moaned against my lips like a prayer.

By some silent agreement, we speed up, and our pleasure builds like dry kindling about to catch. We smolder together, staving off the inevitable until both of us burn with the effort.

I hike his leg over my shoulder, and he tenses with anticipation. We've been playing strangers all night, but I know him inside and out. And the second my teeth close onto his inner thigh, he's done for.

The spark of pain sends him over the edge, his body clenching as he erupts over my hand. I stroke him through him, earning a sound of pure bliss that signals my undoing. I groan against his thigh, body tensing as I empty into him. He lets out a breathless gasp, arching one more time before he slumps against the bed, exhausted and spent.

I stay kneeling and seated, basking in his pulsing heat, the warm afterglow of pleasure. I'm only roused when a gentle finger brushes my sweaty hair from my forehead.

I open my eyes, and there's no goddess, no Omari. It's just Olbric smiling at me now, and his presence is the sweetest gift I could ask for.

"Happy solstice, Dom."

I catch his lips, pouring all my love and gratitude into the kiss. "Happy solstice, Olbric."