48

Where the fuck is Massa?
Her hand creeps up the top and I gasp when she reaches inside my cup, pinching my nipple. And with every touch, I see the effect it has on her. She’s changing. Her breasts have filled out, straining against the bra she has on. What exactly is this Prita girl?
She lets go of my nipple, going south. She flicks my belly button and I watch as the skin on her stomach gains some color. She continues flicking, until the skin on her stomach is now a creamy white. She touches me there, she changes there. The mere thought of her grabbing my arse has me choking on my own breath. Her finger trails up my arms and her arms are no longer bony, but also a creamy white.
She fingers my waist, hers become thicker. Her fingers are out of sight, and it’s after a while I realize where they’ve gone.
Goddess, she’s touching me. She’s touching my butt. She squeezes my flesh and I let out a gasp as she dips a finger in, playing with the thong underneath my skirt.
Fuck Massa for putting me in such slutty clothes. By the way, where is Massa? And why isn’t he doing anything about this?
“You’re just like me love,” she whispers, caressing my butt. “We love a good hard penis but we also want to share in the excitement of fucking our own kind.”
I shake my head. “I’m not like you,” I spit out.
“Yet you’re so responsive,” she says, pulling her fingers out from… wait a minute when did she put those there. “Just look, you’re already wet,” she says and my gaze drops to her slick fingers.
“Goddess forbids. I’m not like you.”
She just laughs and puts her slick fingers inside her mouth, sucking my juices off. I watch as her throat bobs up and down. She catches me watching and laughs, pulling her fingers out. “See? You can’t help but stare. Don’t worry, this will be our little secret. And you? You taste awfully sweet.”
“Thanks?”
She smiles. Did I forget to say that her face has changed? It has color now. Her eyes are violet in color, her nose is slated over her face. Her cheeks are full and her lips are full and pale peach. Her neck doesn’t look sunken in anymore and her shoulders aren’t as bony as before. Her butt is round and big too. My eyes ran past her slender legs and strong thighs. Oh, what it would feel like to have those wra…
I stopped that line of thought. No Crinka, you’re not like her.
“You don’t look hungry to me,” I point out.
She smiles. “I wasn’t but now that you’ve reminded me…”, she trails off, her eyes sweeping over me, dark with lust.
Oh, Crinka why can’t you just shut up?
Before I could say a word, she freed my left breast from my bra, and latches her mouth on my nipple, sucking hard. My toes curl with pleasure. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t.
Along with the new bout of pleasure, came a sudden wave of tiredness. What is she doing to me? My eyelids droop and I struggle to stay awake.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
“I guess that’s enough now.”
I glare at an approaching Massa through my half-closed lids. How dare he let a woman suck me? So much for being stingy.
She doesn’t budge, moving on to the next breast. Massa yanks her away from me with her black hair. Somehow, she had grown that when feeling off me. She casts Massa a murderous glare, eyes livid.
“I’m still hungry!”, she yells in his face.
“Then feed on me.”
Her jaw drops and so does mine. How can he say that? I’m already weak from whatever it is that she did to me, and now Massa is offering himself to her? If he gets weak, I can’t guarantee to leave this place alive. There are other tombs.
“You know I can’t do that my prince.”
So, the formalities are back? Hurray?
He narrows his eyes at her. “You did say that you are hungry, didn’t you? So, feed on me. I may not have succulent breasts like my dear, but I have a damn hard cock and I know very well how to use it!”, he yells.
I take a peek at the bulge in his pants. Holy Mary! He’s not actually going to fuck her now, is he? but I don’t blame him if he’s going to. She is kinda pretty.
And piss off. It’s just a compliment. I’m not a fucking lesbian.
Yet you let her suck you, my subconscious whispered.
Oh lord, don’t, okay?
Prita eyes Massa. “I’m not disputing the fact that you know how my prince, but I won’t do what you’re asking of me.”
“I don’t freaking get you! You say that you’re hungry yet you reject my offer. What do you want?”
She jerks her head at me. “That sweet little urchin over there. She tastes as nice as she looks.”
“Oh please. I let you have enough of her. Feed on me Prita,” he yells.
And it’s not a request. It’s an order.
Is that fear I see in her eyes? Is she afraid to do so even though she’s very hungry?
She turns on her heel and runs from him toward the direction of her tomb. Yay! She’s letting us leave!
But she doesn’t reach that tomb. He doesn’t let her. She gasps as her back slams against the wall. Massa’s mouth comes down hot on hers, and I can see her hands on his chest pushing him back. He doesn’t budge.
Is he being serious right now? This Prita girl was letting us go and he stopped her all because he wants a fucking relief?
I smile when she punches him in the gut. He staggers back and they’re both glaring at each other, breathing hard.
“You were holding back,” he says, “I felt it when we kissed. Why did you do that?”
“We did not kiss,” she said arrogantly. “You kissed me. And why shouldn’t I hold back? I’m hungry but I’m not going to feed on you.”
“Stop acting like a good girl because we both know that you aren’t. Now you will feed on me Prita. That’s a fucking order from your prince.”
She glares at him hotly. “Well, you can take your orders and shove them up your arse because…”
He presses his lips to hers, cutting off anything she was about to say.
They sucked faces for a while before she pushed him away again.
“Don’t hold back,” he said annoyed. “I hate it when you do that.”
She flashes him a smile. “Guess I’ll keep holding back now huh?”
He glares at her. “Why are you so fucking stubborn? You clearly need this. For once, stop denying yourself of your needs.”
She cups his cheek. She’s caving in. No!
“Tell me when it gets too much okay?”, she murmurs.
He smiles. “It’ll never get too much with you.”
“Damn it, Massa, I am serious.”
“And so, I am. Take as much as you need.”
She pulls him closer to her, covering her mouth with his. He gives in totally to her, letting her dominate him, not even hesitating to take off his shirt when she asked him to.
Do I stand here and watch them have fun? No. I wouldn’t be Crinka if I did. Adjusting my clothes, I walk over to them and shove Prita away from Massa. She lands on her arse, glaring at me.
“Stay away from him”, I say and Massa’s eyes widen. Good. At least they won’t be closing anytime soon.
I walk to him, pressing myself flush against him. He looks down at me. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer, kissing him fiercely on the lips. I tasted him. I tasted Prita on him.
I stumbled back, wiping my mouth.
Prita rights herself, winking at me. I glare at her. I was so engrossed in the glare; I didn’t notice Massa had collapsed until Prita moved out of my way. I rushed to him.
“Massa! Don’t sleep on me! Don’t you dare!”
Massa chuckles.
I glared at him. “Do you think this is funny? Huh?”
“You called me by name love, my whores never do that.”
At this point, I don’t care if Prita has caught onto what I am, plus it’s not like she ever leaves this place anyways. I feel a presence next to mine. I turn my head slightly and she’s there, touching his face. Annoyed with her little antics, I slapped her hand away from him. “Stop it! Just stop it! Haven’t you done enough already? Just look at him!”
She glares at me. Massa looks at me. “Calm down love, she was only obeying my orders.”
“And what kind of stupid order is that? Why would you even… Never mind,” I say dropping my hands.
“Orders from the prince are never stupid.”
I’m boiling. How dare she say that? I punched her in the face. Prita staggers back, wiping her jaw. Her eyes burned indigo as they glared at me with hate. She stood up with the grace of a queen, and not once did her eyes leave mine.
“Get up!”
There’s something about her voice. Something more primal and lethal. That sweet purr is gone.
“I’m up,” I tell her as I right myself on my feet.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my frail body into a tomb. I cry out in pain. She shushes me.
“Please not anymore.”
“You think I want to hurt you? Oh no dear. You might have been able to save yourself from me, but who will save you from them?”