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“You, uh, wanted to see me?” Beau is much less certain alone in Avantika’s presence than the girl seemed to be on the deck of the ship. She’s young even for a human, and it shows now. It had not escaped Avantika’s notice the quick up and down the girl had given her when she first saw her, eyebrows raising and pupils slightly expanding before she caught herself and put on her tough facade, a scowl gracing those pretty lips. No, she muses, that facade is gone now, replaced by more openness than the girl likely realized she was letting on.
Delicious, Avantika thinks, a delicate throb and small ooze of warmth beginning as she curls her mouth in a smile.
“Yes. Beauregard, was it?” Avantika says, looking her over as Beau shifts and then seems to catch herself, standing unnaturally still. She can play her like a fiddle. Excellent.
“Yeah. Beau.” She seems like she wants to say more, but hesitates looking at Avantika’s unchanged sly grin. The girl hadn’t shut up on the deck of the ship; it’s amazing what a firm presence and position of power can do to keep a girl in her place.
Avantika just hums in response, a finger alighting on her mouth as she continues to look Beau up and down, considering.
“Well, Beauregard, I seem to have found quite a bit of talent among you all.” She knows Beau is an accomplished fighter, must be to have helped take over the ship, and can see her training in every tight line of her body. The uncertainty she’s showing though…it’s too good an opportunity to pass up. She prods, “Your friends are all very accomplished spellcasters, bending the very fabric of reality to their will. It must be difficult to be among them without the same gifts…” Beau bristles a bit at that, and Avantika continues, “I know it was for me before I met my…benefactor.” Beau relaxes slightly. “And I know I found talent in other places to make up for it.” Avantika holds eye contact, waiting one second, two, three… Beau’s cheeks color slightly as she seems to take in Avantika’s meaning.
Beau licks her lips, seemingly steeling herself. Her chin lifts as she says “I have a lot of talents you haven’t gotten to see yet. Care for a demonstration?”
Avantika pretends to consider, looking Beau up and down again much more lasciviously. Her eyes snap back to Beau’s and she commands, “Take off your clothes. Kneel at my feet.”
Beau holds eye contact and doesn’t hesitate as she quickly disrobes. She steps between Avantika’s feet in front of her desk where she’s been leaning against it and drops to her feet.
“Good.” Avantika wastes no time unlacing her thigh-high boots while Beau watches hungrily. She pushes her perfectly-fitted pants along with her underwear off in one go then sits on her desk, legs spread, tilting her head to indicate where she wants Beau to go.
Beau dives in with no hesitation, clearly in her element. She places a hand on each of Avantika’s thighs and sucks her clit into her mouth, releasing it quickly with a soft pop as she licks a stripe all the way up.
Avantika is entirely silent, leaning back against the desk watching her. Beau can’t help but look up at her to get an indication of her pleasure, and Avantika’s gaze bores into her.
Beau redoubles her efforts, giving a series of strong licks to her clit before tenderly kissing it with long, sucking kisses. She mouths over it, sucking it fully into her mouth and circling her tongue around it. She plays with it, alternating between sucking and licking, occasionally dipping down to lick into her hole before returning to her clit and again taking it into her mouth.
Fuck, she’s really wet, and warm…Avantika’s muscles have not contracted in a way that indicates orgasm, nor has she made any sounds or given any other indication of pleasure, but it somehow feels even wetter and warmer than it should at this stage…Beau must be doing a really good job. She sucks on her clit harder.
She circles Avantika’s clit with her tongue again and is again struck by how warm and wet she is. Beau knows she’s good at this, but her face feels wetter than it should.
Beau pulls back with a gasp and a stream of piss splashes against her mouth, her eyelashes - Beau leans further back as a stream of piss continues to gush from Avantika, now falling on Beau’s chest. Beau looks up wide-eyed and gasping, to see Avantika looking right at her with an intense gaze, eyes half lidded. As their gazes connect, she quirks an eyebrow. She continues to look right at Beau, the stream of piss consistent, not faltering as it wets Beau’s collarbone and tits. “Did I tell you to stop?” she asks as she reaches down a hand to hold herself open. A faint trail of hair outlines her pink folds, darker than the hair on her head.
Beau pauses, looking down at the stream of piss waterfalling down her rock hard nipples from where Avantika holds herself open. This is not at all what she expected. She’s struck by how warm it is… It’s been a long time since she’s been this turned on. All she knows is she needs to get her mouth back on those gorgeous pink folds, take that nub in her mouth til Avantika is overcome. If this is what it takes to get her off, so be it.
Slowly, she looks back up at Avantika, who’s still waiting with her eyebrow quirked. The stream of piss has not faltered. Beau squints her eyes to avoid the stream as best she can as she leans back in and gives a tentative lick and then kiss to Avantika’s clit, piss dribbling down her chin. With the hand she’s not spreading herself with, Avantika leans down and grabs Beau’s chin with her thumb and forefinger, seemingly unconcerned that it’s now in the stream making its way down Beau’s jaw and neck. She angles Beau’s head so they’re making eye contact, ensuring she has Beau’s full attention. Beau’s face is a mess, lower half drenched with slick and warm. Avantika’s grip has put her mouth partly in the line of piss and Beau gasps air out of one side of her mouth to avoid too much entering within.
“Suck it,” she commands, forcefully tilting Beau’s head back up to her clit. Beau gasps in a breath then latches onto Avantika’s clit like a dying man gasping for air. She sucks hard as she finally feels the pressure of the stream change slightly, coming out a bit more forcefully as Beau applies more suction, Avantika finally releasing a soft groan. “Very good,” she says, patting Beau’s head with the hand that had been on her chin. Avantika’s voice wavers for the first time since Beau had started and Beau can’t help but feel a swell of pride. She moves a hand to lay on Avantika’s stomach as she sucks harder and moves her tongue in a consistent rhythm, applying more pressure than before. There is piss in Beau’s mouth but she finds she doesn’t care. The warmth doesn’t feel that different from the warmth of Avantika’s slick and it’s kind of nice. As Beau speeds up her firm movements, Avantika’s stream falters as her stomach muscles contract under Beau’s hand. She gives a long, low groan as she comes in Beau’s mouth, piss trickling out in spurts on Beau’s chin as she buries her hands in her hair.
Beau keeps her mouth working right where it is until she finds herself flat on her back as Avantika pushes her down, knees on either side of her head. “I am not done yet,” she growls, hand still firmly gripping her hair and holding Beau’s head back. All Beau can see is Avantika, her sopping wet pussy right above her head, drops of moisture dripping from the sparse hair outlining it; above that her tan, smooth stomach, tight abs that are not as pronounced as Beau’s but still there; her perfect, round, heavy tits, as tan as the rest of her, coming to deep rosy peaks; the yellow eye on her chest, nestled between her bosom like a treasured secret; her fine, elven face, sharp cheekbones and commanding smirk framed by wild, curly red hair. All of Beau’s senses are taken up by this madwoman. Avantika holds Beau’s gaze as she lowers her cunt right into Beau’s mouth and resumes pissing. Beau’s eyes widen and she feels a bit of panic as Avantika pisses directly into her mouth. It fills her up quickly and Avantika gives her no recourse, continuing to hold her head back to the point of pain until Beau’s eyes roll back in her head and she swallows it, nose pressed right alongside Avantika’s clit, her slick smearing across Beau’s face. There is nothing but Avantika and Beau’s mouth, rapidly filling again with her piss. Avantika is grinning like a wild woman on top of her, a low rumble coming from her throat that sounds almost like laughter.
She lifts up very slightly and Beau swallows her mouthful before gasping in a breath as Avantika pisses over her face. Beau closes her eyes as her eyelashes begin to drip, feeling Avantika on her cheeks, her forehead, her mouth, running down her ears, her neck, her chest. Avantika leans down over her and pulls Beau’s hair back harder than she thought possible as Beau’s eyes snap open and Avantika again shoves her cunt into Beau’s mouth. Beau’s eyes are wet and she can’t tell if it’s from piss, pain, or pleasure. She has never been this wet in her life. She takes a deep breath through her nose as Avantika finishes emptying into Beau’s mouth. Holding Beau’s face still with the grip on her hair, still bent down over her, heavy tits hanging low, Avantika begins to ride Beau’s tongue with a desperation hitherto unseen. Beau opens her mouth wider, as wide as she can, laying her tongue flat for Avantika to use as she pleases. And use it she does. The sound that had started in Avantika’s throat comes bubbling out her mouth, maniacal, as she presses herself again and again against Beau’s tongue.
Beau lays there and takes it, wetness gushing out of her as she allows herself to be used by this sexy, commanding, insane woman. Avantika’s noises turn to deep grunts as she forcefully yanks Beau’s head so that her tongue meets Avantika’s clit on every rough push. She takes her pleasure from Beau’s mouth, over and over again. The woman who had been so quiet and controlled when they began has become feral with the complete control exerted over Beau. Beau gasps in air desperately in the brief moments of reprieve as her tongue is yanked forward to meet Avantika on each rough push. Avantika’s vocalizations intensify and Beau latches on and sucks as Avantika gives a primal scream with her last push onto Beau’s mouth, holding Beau there as she fully body spasms and contracts.
Avantika pants through it wordlessly, fingers clenched in Beau’s hair with a vice grip. Beau feels her fingers release gradually as she comes down and leans back. Beau gives a few gentle licks until Avantika gracefully stands, returning to her discarded pants and boots and pulling them on with no further words.
Avantika circles back around her desk and sits in her chair while Beau continues to lie there uncertainly. Avantika glances over and says, “You will get yourself right where you are if you want to come at all. Be quick about it: I have business to attend to.”
Avantika returns to her paperwork and watches Beau out of the corner of her eye. Piss cooling on her face, she sees indecision on Beau’s young face, disgust at the treatment warring with her clearly painful arousal. Beau lets out a shaky breath as she reaches her hand down to circle her clit, closing her eyes tight in the process. She turns her body slightly away from Avantika in humiliation. Avantika watches her openly at this point as Beau reaches her other hand up to fondle her wet breast. Beau’s finger works in tight circles as she breathes softly but harshly. Beau’s eyes peek open to find Avantika looking right back at her. Her hand falters, then speeds up as Beau gives up and groans. “Such a pretty girl,” Avantika says, holding eye contact, and Beau comes with a groan. She leans her head back, lengthening her neck, and keeps her finger working through it. She pants softly for a moment before looking back at Avantika, who has already returned to her work.
Beau waits a second, then slowly stands up and gathers her discarded clothing. She watches Avantika as she puts her clothing back on but Avantika pays her no mind. “You are dismissed,” she says, as Beau pulls her pants up. She does not make eye contact again.
Beau walks out, knocked down a peg and in need of a shower.