Claiming Crystal (5 page)

Indeed he was an artist – albeit one whose seduction moved into sex more frequently than most purveyors of the craft.

But surely the man was misbehaving! The fact that this seducer seemed to care nothing for her family and everything for winning her favor titillated Crystal with that same selfish pleasure she had noticed upon striding out to meet the rogue – when she had demanded that he touch her, and he had complied with the readiness of an adolescent given his first sight of a mature woman's body in full frontal view.

The suitor even broke eye contact from the beautiful woman who ravaged him in plain view to stare at Crystal, as if taking delight in the way that her eyes could not meet his own, so enthralled were they by the ministrations of his vanished hand whilst his fingers slipped in and out of view underneath folds of beautiful skin that saw life and waters and creation since the earliest dawn of the female lineage. The seducer brought this woman to her knees and then laid out across the floor, her hips bucking against the invisible ghost of his possessor, as if she had become his puppet, and his hand, a slight puppeteer whose simple twitch and pinch could drive her body into thrusting spasms of delight and ecstasy.

When she came she spilled, and the seducer filled up an entire cup with her juices, which he then placed aside the others, silent about their uses and leaving them standing there on the bannister like omens of sex to drive imaginations wild.

Crystal was not a young girl anymore, but she was still young in the ways of lovemaking, having been left alone with a small paddock of servants to play with and never exploring the larger experiences outside of the kingdom where she was kept like the crystal of her namesake – a precious stone that must be worn one day; another chastity chain for some unsuspecting suitor whose hand in marriage unwittingly handed him over to the lineage, tutelage and control of her father and his tyrannical reign.

It returned into her life each and every day, interrupting her experiences with glum reminders.

Crystal would feel pity for this seducer, who knew not what awaited him, if she was not so enticed by his bewitching display of sexual prowess to think much of anything at all. He pleasured each of the other women in line and each of them he approached in different ways, revealing many different areas of sensitivity and adulation throughout the female body that Crystal had never known before. One woman he moved to climax by tasting her ears, licking the lobes and kissing the holes, the soft sounds of his lips against the gorgeous fleshly shell that decorated a most sensual hearing sensation. Crystal, whose senses had awoken to a greater experience than any of these people who stood in the room with her now, was positively overtaken by the auditory and sensory stimulations of the man and his seduction, and when she found herself clutching the bedsheets underneath her she began to wonder if this was not some sort of insidious plan hatched by the seducer to win her favor. Surely he knew of her sensitivities. Surely he planned to exploit them for his own ends.

Her lineage was no secret, of course; although none of these men had the royal blood to have before experienced a woman like her. They had surely read many stories, and dreamed through many nights of imagining about the ways a wife of her caliber would experience the ecstasies of their manhoods.

In many ways, Crystal wondered if this man was not just as naïve as her. Truly she would have felt pity for him and she would have been suspicious of him if not for the beauty of the sensations which came floating to her on the soft kisses and smooches and licking and tasting – the tongues and the rubbing, and the soft moaning and cooing from the women he brought to the floor with his magical hands and daring intimations. He did not know the foray he was entering into to be presenting himself before a woman of Crystal's lineage. He could not understand the scope of owning a jewel so precious that fe
w men on the planet possessed.

Another women he brought to climax by simply massaging her hands and feet, moving with soft and circular rhythms across the hide of the palm, rotating the fingers and pressing them together with a tactile softness that looked superb for its simplicity, and erotic for the suggestion alone.

Indeed he was an artist. The seduction that this man was trained in came from an art form of insinuating sexuality in place of actually committing any penetration, and the reason it was mostly the art of women is because seduction was the way that younger girls won their favor without having to fear the chance of pregnancy or marriage by bedding the wrong man with too stubborn a seed. Seduction could make a man feel as though he had experienced a night of sex even when the girl had done nothing but massage his back and legs, and this man, this strange and foreign man, had discovered this nuance and was performing it before her now with such flagrancy that he was practically showing off.

Crystal did not mind, of course.

She had lost her sensitivities to her own arrogance when she was a much younger girl, lost in a kingdom that had been built in honor of a single family, swept away by ceremonies and expectations of her single blood rite that would awaken her second puberty, and crystalize this woman named after the jewel into the most desirable wife and political piece in all the kingdoms. Selfishness seemed a part of things, and if that should be the case then sex was its suitable arena, where two people made one and that oneness rang throughout the heavens with a centeredness that bucked body into body. The beast with two backs was called a beast because it was sinful, and sex was thought to be sinful outside of proper marriage because the act was a celebration of a singularity that overrode the slavery and bondage in which most people lived day in and day out. The two peasants who rode each other in the trenches of the road were not considering their taxes, their allegiances or the greater laws of their lordship; they were only considering each other, and perhaps something even deeper that connected them into a single place of focus. There could be no greater offense than that.

When this seducer was done with his art he excused the dried up men and women out of the confines and then returned himself to the eleven cups he had filled to the brim with the climaxes of twenty strong and healthy people.

‘The seed of my athletes is nothing so crass as the cum of your cohorts,’ he said smoothly, lifting a chalice and smelling it like a fine wine. ‘I have studied men who have measured the contents and declared them the healthiest juices in the land. They are tastier than coconuts and and healthier than jams.’ He brought the brim of the cup to his mouth, as if daring a taste, and then brought it slowly back down when Crystal called his bluff and simply stared at him expectantly, as if bored by the spectacle, eager for some foolish man to start sipping down the cum of his people.

‘
What are you going to do with all of that?’ Crystal asked. ‘Or are you just putting on a show for me?’

‘
Your father has told me very little about you,’ the seducer began, quietly revealing that indeed he was one of the suitors her family had arranged to win her over in place of the unsuitable rogue. ‘I know only about your birth rite. I know what your family has for its woman. I know what makes you special. But the rest of you I only suspect. But I am a very suspicious man, and I believe that you are a curious woman who should be treated as a girl.’

‘
Is that what you like?’ Crystal challenged with a grin. ‘Little girls?’

The seducer shook his head gravely.
‘I would have nothing to do with that. But I only speak as though to treat you as a girl, for you must surely be one, to be trapped in this room for your years. You must not know about the world outside your kingdom – outside even this small place. I would like to show you so many things, but first I must see if you are willing to be shown. I will not offer myself to a woman who does not care to explore. I think of myself as something of an explorer, and my wife must be one as well, even if our marriage is only a sham for powers.’

Crystal considered what he had to say and decided it pleased her. He acknowledged the silliness of their situation frankly, and he teased her with the possibility of undiscovered horizons in the bedroom and beyond.
‘Then what do you have to show me?’ she asked.

‘
Lay down,’ he instructed coolly.

Crystal did, for she had the fearlessness that overcame any daughter of royalty who had never known a man to slap her except for her suitors. She had never been threatened in her entire life, and the very prospect that someone could threaten her was
ludicrous. It was so outside of her life's experience that she could not take it seriously, and that was why she had not been as alarmed as she should have been when a strange man entered the room, and that was why she listened to him now and laid herself down on the bed like a willing supplicant.

‘
Lie down on your stomach. Lay your face somewhere comfortable.’

‘
What are you going to do to me?’ Crystal wondered, following his instructions because she was very used to following instructions. Her entire life had been a series of commands and ordinances, and in a strange sort of way they had prepared her for these strange bedroom games.

‘
I am going to give you a simple massage,’ the seducer replied. ‘Now close your eyes and do not speak to me until I am finished. I have to concentrate.’

Crystal placed her face into a pillow of perfectly woven satin and awaited his touch. She had to put quite a lot of effort into resisting the exquisite feeling of the bedsheets and the pillow against the caress of her skin; the way the fabric tickled her, and the way that tickles made her body shiver with the pleasantness of vigor. Crystal's awakening was a literal term, and she came to wonder if she would not be able to sleep ever again in her entire life – so filled was the world with sensations of the most splendid sort.

She hung on this thought as the seducer brought two chalices of seed over to her bedside, and then began to pour a small puddle of one in the dip upon the small of her back. Indeed the seed did not look as gluey and gross as other semen, but instead a kind of exquisite oil that smelled almost as wondrous as Crystal's sweat, and looked finer than the richest perfumes.

He poured another small pool in between her shoulder blades, and then placed both chalices aside and began to massage the seed across her skin. He made pleased sounds with his mouth, quite like a chef spreading the frosting on a delectable cake.

He rubbed the oils across the slick white flesh of her waist, curbing his hands adeptly down her womanly curvatures, pressing ever so slightly against the rise of her buttocks and the healthy slimness of her back, and delighted when Crystal shifted with pleasure underneath him. His fingers explored her like tiny people throwing themselves upon the soil of Eden, digging themselves into her body one moment and then delicately tiptoeing across the length of her the next. He massaged the seed between her shoulders across her body as well, slicking down the back of her neck, wetting her arms and then gently taking her hands in his and working the oils between her fingers with the most ticklish and soft sensation that was almost motherly – and forbiddingly erotic.

The tender nature that existed between the mother and child was a strange and uncomfortable addition to the many sensations of seduction, but it was essential, for pleasure did not have to be explicitly sexual in order to be enjoyed with similar ecstasies. The seducer touched her with the respect and devotion that a caregiver would use when tending to a child, and Crystal, for her part, did not feel unworthy of the affection. She indulged in it, stretching out her body and shifting again and again, repositioning herself so that he would need to reapply his strange oils and she would get to feel the wiping of his hands as they dressed her up and down with creamy and aromatic liquids that she had already forgotten had come from the nether regions of twenty people she had never seen before.

‘The people of my land use this to keep their youth caught inside their skin,’ the seducer whispered, working the oils into the small creases and wrinkles that naturally stretched into the body of even the most supple woman of twenty years. ‘This is my first gift to you,’ he said, rubbing the oils against the skin until the wrinkles and creases were vanished into the nutritious seed solution that he had gathered from twenty of his most prized citizens from the foreign place that he called home.

He even found himself slightly surprised by the ease at which Crystal took to these practices; it was his experience that women from other places needed to be encouraged, and at times forced, to enjoy the healing properties of seed. It was hard for many to hide their revulsion at using oils sapped from the human body; something which the seducer found odd, considering that those same people readily applied tree saps and herbs and even honey and maggots into their wounds for the good of their health. This was no different. No, that was not quite right – this was better, and as the seed dried on Crystal's back it turned into the most wondrous rainbow color that caught the light like sprinkled of sparkling paint.

‘How do you feel?’ he asked her, gathering up more cups and tracing his hands down to the lower parts of her body.

Crystal turned her head to the side of the pillow and sighed with such pleasure that she didn't even need to answer him – the soft moan of her voice being answer enough.
‘My family will have your head for rubbing the filth of men and women over me,’ she told him playfully. ‘Especially on my wedding day.’