Chapter 1 - She's a Canny One

I opened Kani's door. It was dark inside. A murmur came from the bed, but I moved over to the window. Fog, rain, and sorcery amok at this altitude made for few sunny days, but even the morbid light outside was better than the dark inside this girl's room. I flung the shutters out and surveyed the wreckage inside. One emerald eye peered balefully out at me from the bed. The other was buried in a gaudy pillow. 

A voice that could have been warm and deep, in that odd feminine husky way, came out harsh, "You here to rape me?" I opened my mouth. She interrupted. "Well I get it. I'm no princess, happy? I'm just like every other whore." She stuck her ass up and the covers rolled off it. I admired the fine view of her gorgeous curves. But I closed my mouth tight as she buried her dark eye back into her pillow.

I don't claim to be a gentleman, but I'm human. She had cheap and painted jewelry, and even some approaching-nice clothes, along with plenty of cheap ones. I felt that sticky-disgusting pity welling up. I shouldn’t have come up here, it was a mistake.

But I didn’t leave. She had her head buried in the pillow, her ass up in the air, just waiting. I’m a bastard, but I’m not that much of a bastard to leave a girl feeling like this. Or maybe it was just strait lust, though that last one might fall under the heading of too much honesty.

I sat down at the edge of her bed and propped my legs up, began to talk, about everything and nothing. Her shapely rear slid down an inch, but she was still tense. I leaned back against an old bedpost and told her about the depths. They’re not pretty stories, the ones I tell, but some people don’t need to hear about pretty. Whatever I said, it helped soften her. Some of the tension flowed out of her.

"Who are you?" She said quietly, her voice not much kinder than before, but curious. She continued, as if enjoying the chance at any words with someone other than herself, "If you want a fuck it’ll go easier on me if you get the rose oil from the cupboard… I haven’t been wet since, well, for the last few days." It seemed like the chance for her to talk to someone was more helpful than my rambling. So I stopped.

"I haven't been in the mood since... I haven't been in the mood lately. But you seem nice enough. Feel free to do whatever, just close the door when you leave." With those words she turned her mouth back into the pillow. I like to think I'm some hard character who walks the depths fearless. Not afraid of the shit crawling around down there. Oh, the lies we tell ourselves.

Slowly I shook my head, she wasn’t looking, but it was symbolic for me. I might think of myself as a hard bastard, but nobody likes being a villain. Silence settled over us. I cupped my hands in my lap and wondered what I was doing. Eventually she peeked out at me, turning to look at me with those cute eyes. Kani arched an almond eyebrow. "I’ll need a glass of water if you want my mouth…" She trailed off. Fool that I am I almost laughed.

As I choked, I looked at her, and it dawned on me. She was gorgeous. Not just her curves, generous as they were, or her mysterious pillow ridden eyes. It was something else. Broken people aren’t rare, but I surprised myself. I genuinely wanted to get her smiling. It felt like she was broken in a way I could fix, or at least help to bandage. That feeling, it drew me to her like a shipwrecked sailor to a siren, a half naked siren lounging in covers of green and white, smelling of animal sex. 

My nose flared, my thoughts on the kind of pounding, rhythmic sex that no animal in nature but man participates in. The impulse to hurl her across the room and howl as I pushed myself between her tight ass cheeks was almost more than I could bear. I twitched, thinking of her as a doll to sate myself in was dangerously addicting.

I forced myself to compassion, "I don’t know if I’ve ever really liked a girl for more than a few curves.” I stopped, unsure if I should continue, unsure if it sounded as bad to her as it did to my own ears. Something in her eyes convinced me to continue, a quiet but rapt attention. 

“But if you need a friend, well I’d be the lucky one.” I meant it, strange as it sounded to my own ears. I guess I always was a romantic.

The full curve of a breast shifted from under the covers. Long brown hair hung strait and unwashed around my whore’s face, but the look suited her, it made her eyes glow fresh as young spring. She had some skin on her bones; her hip flirted with me from where it rested temptingly. 

I averted my eyes, I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. The impression I wanted nothing more at that moment than to pry her lips apart with my glistening shaft, and to see how deep she’d let me explore. 

There are some guys that’ll spill any lie to get between a girl’s thighs. I like to think I’m better than that.

"Anyways,” I said to fill the silence, “I just wanted to know if you'll be free for dinner tonight." I tried a soft smile. I wasn't used to it. She paused, a pricelessly lovely look of confusion on her face. Her eyes stayed cold but a weak smile showered me in pleasure.

"You, oh… Oh.” Her lips stumbled. She blinked those enchanting eyes at me. Then her smile grew slightly genuine. Those green eyes looked at me, really looked for the first time. Her smile faded somewhat. “You’ll still be wanting a fuck though right?”

I grinned and stood up, it had been a while since I'd felt like a good person. "Don't worry about it, I’m a gentleman,” I trailed off, not sure if she’d catch the self mockery. She must have caught it though because she smiled, radiantly. Or maybe she thought I was serious. Or maybe my stiff cock had slipped from between my thighs and she could see it, clear as day. That was a sobering thought.

Regardless though, her smile stayed with me while I groused, stupid-happy in the bar with Matron while the old hag complained about how only an ass would ask for room service.

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When I came bearing dinner, the room was much the same, but the change over Kani was astounding. Her hair still spilled roughly over her neck. Her eyes seemed red around the edges but perfection is worth shit. I’ll say it, she was beautiful, stunning. Her nose was red too but her lips pulled my eyes like magnets. 

We sat and ate and talked of small things. Slowly, under my none-too-subtle nursing she began to revitalize. Then she looked at me. I would have done anything for those wet eyes, that soft face. I wanted to fill her with seed until it dripped sticky down the inside of one sweet thigh.

“Would you just keep me company? I don’t mean to… I can, if you want, it’s the least-”

I shrugged it all off. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to throw a fit if you’d rather keep your legs to yourself.” My cock screamed at me in outrage.

She gave me a shy look, then continued speaking, quietly, “I meant… It’s been a long time since I just, well, slept. I can’t remember the last time I really just slept with someone else. You know, without everything else.”

I saved her the worry. A laugh slipped up from someplace, light and happy. “I’m no priest.” Her eyes laughed back. “But I’ll do my best.” I meant it, sort of.

 
She was warm, and she giggled when I shifted awkwardly from my aroused disposition. Some things you just can’t help. We lay under her covers in the dark. Her breathing was light and mellow. We spoke in hushed voices and I surprised myself with tenderness. Meow.

Eventually my erection subsided enough so I could edge closer to her. The cotton she wore was soft. Her back pressed against my chest pleasantly. Her hair smelled of old sweat, a fine perfume. I held her tightly as I tried and failed to sleep.
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I must have fallen asleep. I woke with something delicious chewing on my lips. My eyes shot open. Two green eyes glinted in the moonlight of the open window. A still asleep part of me noted how rarely the clouds broke, how big the moon was. Then I felt Kani’s tongue brush my lips again as her firmly gentle hand slipped down under the covers. I closed my eyes and made love to her mouth while she caressed me awake.

A nimble and curious hand explored my shaft, tickling it. I thrust into her cupped hand and she giggled into my mouth, her lips still writhing. She clutched my manhood and squeezed, my cock brushing her hips as she moved.

With a gasp her lips slipped from mine. Her hands brushed my face, holding me to her gaze while she slipped first one long leg over me then a second. My dick dimpled her silky soft belly.

In her deep husky voice she whispered, breathing her words into me. “Call me your princess.” It was startlingly erotic. Her hips slid up and down, her pussy wet and waiting. 

“Princess, princess, prin-“ I groaned it into her ear as she sheathed me in her grasping cunt.

“You’re my princess,” I moaned it into her neck as we tangled the sheets around our feet. She was wild as a beast, her chest pressed tight to mine while her vigorously humping hips sent shudders of pleasure through my bones. Her legs twisted around my own, her thighs hot as seven hells pressed snug against my body.

We rolled over the covers heedlessly, Kani sighing into me while I called her my princess, my queen, my goddess. Each word sent her shuddering, my hand weaving through the base of her hair. I got my free hand on her ass and rolled us over. She clawed my back while I thrust into her.

I had cum twice already, the heat of the moment carrying it into her as natural as if my seed belonged in her. Like a sickness I wanted her fat with a child, my child. Nothing beyond pumping my pearl jelly into her mattered, but then the shivers licked her cunt and set my cock to aching anew.

This time I felt the tender lips of her cunt pressing down tight. Her breath came in short gasps. She moaned low and vibrating. Her hips swallowed my manhood and with a fleshy hunger she introduced me to the warmth building inside her.

“I’m your princess, I’m your princess! I’m your princess!!” She could barely speak from the pressure of her passions.

Somehow she was on top. Kani pulled away from me, her breasts catching the moonlight, the bright white light turning her green eyes milky. Her whole body trembled violently. “T-t-tell- Tell your p-princess to cum! Make me cum!”

I pumped into her with vigor, her tits bouncing and her breath ragged. I sucked breath from between clenched teeth. I felt her soft cunt sucking, squeezing, her orgasm rising in fervor. My cock was aching from her iron grip on it, I loved every second.

The breath burst from my lips into her waiting mouth. Her thighs wrapped around me and her calves trembled against my back. She screamed a sound that bubbled up from below her belly and swelled her lungs to bursting. My cock pulsed violently inside her, her pussy lustily swallowing my third load. I rolled on top of her and kept pounding my seed into her.

She suckled my cock like a baby on a tit.

“My princess,” I whispered into her ear, her hair tickling my cheek. Kani’s body trembled beneath me. I bit her tongue as my cum rolled inside her quivering tummy.

The rest of the night was a sleepless blur, occasionally we’d drowse between couplings, the moon slowly weaving its passage through the sky. I remember clearly her body in that moonlight though. Hot and aroused in the cold night air I held her. She nuzzled deep into the soft crook of my shoulder. I combed her wonderful hair with my fingers. In return she held my erection stiff and pulsing between her warm hospitable thighs.

Morning came slowly, the clouds rolled in with the departure of the moon.  As if the moon was a beacon of our lust we slipped into the pleasant sleep of the thoroughly exhausted.