…or, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Barley was hot.
I don’t mean she was attractive. She was, of course. But I’d grown used to Iason’s body pounding into mine. He was no ice cube, but elves keep cooler than humans even in the throes of passion. Barley, if anything, was warmer, and she had her hot little hands on me before I could start pulling my clothes off.
She seemed to run her hands over every inch of my skin as it was uncovered, but she didn’t try to help me undress. It made for a nice change. Before long, I was as naked as she was, and my hands were on her. I pushed my lips against hers, and tasted honey and vanilla on them.
“Tastes nice,” I said.
“Thanks, it’s Violet’s,” she said.
“Funny, doesn’t taste like violets,” I said. “You said something about bed?”
“Please.”
I ushered her ahead of me to the ladder at the end of the loft, then helped her up it. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. After being surrounded by cocks and asses I couldn’t have and girls in harem outfits who were only interested in pleasing their queen bee, Barley was like a godsend.
Maybe literally. Weren’t nymphs supposed to be divine? In any case, Barley was enough to make a man religious.
There was no discussion, no awkwardness or hesitation. She wrapped her body around mine like a glove, then sliding her bare breasts down my chest. My cock throbbed and felt like it would grow another inch or two if it could as she wrapped them around it. We began to move together, perfectly in tune. She was so warm, and soft, and willing. Enthusiastic, even. I imagined what it would look from the outside, me thrusting and sliding between her perfect, divinely-appointed tits. I was coming in no time, but it felt so good I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
When I finished a second time, she slid back up my body and I licked the stickiness off her neck and chin before she maneuvered herself onto my cock. She didn’t have a ring on, but maybe she didn’t think it was necessary. She was the expert, not me.
She rode me, head bent low to keep from hitting the ceiling. That kept her face in front of mine, her eyes locked with mine. Even though she barely broke a sweat, she still managed to get a bit of a sheen on her face and breasts.
It was—for lack of a better word—glorious.
No, that was exactly the right word. It was glorious. I gloried in it.
If Barley’s body was the answer to a prayer, fucking her was an act of revelation. The most exciting part of fucking Missy was simply the fact of getting laid, breaching that final barrier. After the fact, I could admit that I’d had better sex by myself. It had been a big deal only because sex was a big deal. Barley showed me what Missy couldn’t, the reason why sex was a big deal.
She gripped and twisted and flexed in ways that just felt amazing. If she really couldn’t read my mind, then my body must have been an open book to her. It would have taken a poet to do her justice. It was all I could do to keep up. If she’d offered, I would have preferred to hit her in the ass, but I wasn’t going to press her.
Good boy, Violet thought.
Enjoying yourself? I returned.
I’m enjoying yourself.
This isn’t the only reason you put her up in my room, is it? I asked.
“Jamie?” Barley said, contracting herself so hard around my cock it was like there was a hand on it.
“Sorry,” I said. “Lost in thought.”
“I know pussy isn’t the most exciting thing in the world to you—”
“It’s getting there,” I said, and I grabbed her hips and dove in again.
She didn’t have to instruct me or spur me on; her body was invitation enough. Her moves complemented mine perfectly. Every act was mutual, not just in pleasure but in desire and intention. It was an equal partnership, from start to finish and then on to a couple of finishes more. Five times in less than half an hour. I think it may have been a new personal best, though the credit for that really went to Barley.
To judge by the sounds, I didn’t do so bad myself.
“I needed that,” she murmured when I began to deflate.
“From what Violet said, I thought you would need rest more than anything.”
“I wouldn’t mind a bit more, but I had more sleep this morning than I’ve had since coming here,” she said as she slid off me. “I have other needs, and that, dear James, was like getting a hearty home-cooked meal after a week of binging on junk food.”
“It hit the spot?”
“Repeatedly.”
“I’m going go to take a shower,” I said. “I’m sure Violet will let you use her body wash or whatever if you want to grab one yourself.”
“Oh, I don’t need one,” Barley said. “I think I’m just going to lay down and try to decide if I’m going to classes this morning.”
“Really, it shouldn’t be a problem,” I said. “You can borrow a towel if you want to camouflage yourself, but I bet nobody will even think twice about a naked girl in the bathroom in the morning.”
“No, really, I don’t shower except for fun,” she said. “I’m congenitally clean.”
“Really?” I asked. There had been a slight tang of sex and sweat to her even before we started, but I guessed with the week she’d had that was expected.
“Really.”
“Okay,” I said. “Well, I don’t have any classes until after lunch, so I’m definitely sleeping in.”
“I guess that makes up my mind, too,” she said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, you really are a sweetheart. And thanks for, you know, letting me stay here this morning.”
I heard the tiny bit of emphasis, the hopeful note, in the way she said it.
“You’re more than welcome to crash here when you need to,” I said. “I mean, Violet can let you in if I’m not here, and this is kind of a hangout room anyway.”
“Thanks!”
“The only thing is, you’ll have to clear out when my boyfriend’s over,” I said.
“Is he the jealous type?”
“Not of girls,” I said. “But he’s not crazy about them, either.”
“Elf, right?”
“Oh, did Violet tell you?”
“No, but your earrings are pretty distinctive,” she said. “And I know how elven men can be. It’s amazing how sex-positive a culture can be while still being so repressive and restrictive, you know?”
“Yeah,” I said. I ran my fingers along the lower curve of my ear, feeling the platinum ornaments. “I only got them Saturday and I’m already forgetting they’re there. Iason wants me to get my dick pierced next weekend.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“Don’t know,” I said honestly. “The image is hot, but a bit weird, and I’m not sure how the reality would compare to the idea.”
“Well, if you want my advice, don’t do it if you aren’t sure. Sure, you can just turn around and get it healed up if you change your mind soon enough, but I think with something as important as your genitals, you shouldn’t do it just to please somebody else,” she said. “You shouldn’t let somebody pressure you into a body modification against your will.”
“Bit late for that,” I mused.
“You didn’t want the earrings?”
“There was some back and forth involved, but I was open to it.”
“That tattoo?”
“Wasn’t talking about that, either,” I said. “It’s a—”
“Long story?”
“Short story about a lot of things I’m not sure how to feel about just yet,” I said.
“It sounds like you need somebody to talk to,” she said.
I shook my head.
“Why not?” she said.
“Because I know how it would sound,” I said. “If I tried to lay it all out. I know what it would look like, to somebody on the outside. But the fact is, I’m having a good time, and I like this guy.”
“Well, that’s something,” she said, after a while. She didn’t look happy, but then, she didn’t have all the facts. That just underscored the point: trying to explain the whole thing with Iason was a bad idea, until I had everything straightened out in my own head. “I’m just not a big fan of people being pressured into things.”
“Well, you’re a good person for worrying, but believe me, if Iason ever crossed the line, I’d kick him to the curb,” I said. “Literally. Well, I’d literally kick him. The rest would depend on actual proximity to a curb at the time of the kick.”
Barley laughed. It was a nice laugh, a very genuine one. It made me feel good about her as a person, and better about letting her stay in my room when I wasn’t there. She laid down and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her. It seemed like a shame to cover up such a perfect body—like throwing a tarp over a priceless work of art. But then, the sooner I finished my shower the sooner I’d be under there with her.
When I was alone in the shower, I imagined spooning up against her in the not-quite dim room, my front against her back. I had to wonder if, under the right circumstances, she would enjoy anal. Was that part of a nymph’s mandate? I thought they had more of a focus on fertility, but none of the things she’d described doing sounded like anything that would lead to a baby under normal circumstances. Then again, she’d initiated the tit-fucking, and she hadn’t voiced any objection to homosexuality.
Another thought hit me: was she wearing Violet’s lip balm because she’d borrowed it? Or had it ended up on her lips some other way? That was a hot scene. Violet hadn’t shown any signs of lesbian inclinations, but she wasn’t interested in my all-male scenarios.
I half-expected to get a response to the idea, but it seemed like the showers were out of range of her room.
I didn’t exactly dawdle in the shower—there was no point when I was already spent and when I had a bed full of nymph to get back to—but Barley was already sound asleep by the time I got back to my room. My vision of spooning up against her rear dissolved when she promptly rolled over in her sleep and pressed her breasts up against me, draping an arm over my side.
I decided I’d take it. The other position would probably just give me ideas. Until I figured out how to raise the topic of anal, I’d just avoid it.
I’ll pay for the strap-on if I can watch, Violet interjected.
In your dreams, I shot back.
I meant in person, she replied, and I chuckled sleepily.
Mook! Arf!
No good can come of this…
Violet is so much fun.
Barley is still a bit… well Barley, but at least Jamie got to see how good sex with a girl really can be. Also let me comment that I want a Violet of my own, she continues to crack me up.
Also yes let us avoid the interactions between Iason and Barley.
Woo, that was a fun chapter. I too crack up at Violet more than… Probably most of the other characters. I’m really hoping for a Jamie/Violet hookup eventually, the sensations would probably be insane… Ah, I dunno.
I’d say much good could come of this, actually. While I don’t excuse much of the shit that Barley has pulled, she hasn’t exactly had it easy, either. Jamie, Violet, and Margot, while a touch odd, are far more grounded and “healthy” (for lack of a better word) than many of the folk we’ve been introduced to so far in both stories. Barley bunking with Jamie and having good, straightforward sex on a regular basis would probably do her a lot of good. Jamie’s elven-touched stamina is going to be sorely tested if he’s sleeping with a hot nymph and getting tapped by Iason as well, but if that’s the worst of his problems….well, we should all be so lucky.
Also, I was seriously waiting on the edge of my seat for this chapter. I refreshed the page like ten times a day hoping that a new chapter would have come up.
I want a violet as well. Am I the only one seeing a possible pairing of Violet and Jamie, or am I playing off their relationship too much?
I’m seriously beginning to like this turn of events. The Barley story needed telling, she sure holds to a much higher standard than I had expected, Jamie needed somebody other than Iason and better than Missy, and Violet is just the greatest!
Did anyone else notice that Barley covered herself in front of Jamie? I forget which chapter is was, but Amaranth was telling Mackenzie how she couldn’t go under the blankets unless Mack went under without clothes on too. Plus Jamie noticed that she smelled. Good chapter AE! Violet also is still cool.
Should be there.
I like getting to see events form the other side.
Barley is in the process of becoming a fallen nymph, I think. Becoming a mortal. That should be interesting. Wonder if she will realise it before she finds herself actually pregnant with a half-nymph/three eighths human/one eighth elven kid.
@11
For some reason, that thought just made me smile. Can’t you hear it now, with the lilting upwards inflection of the truly confused? “I’m preg-nant? With a ba-by? Is that poss-i-ble?”
And where would that kid room when it came of age? Can a nymph-turned-mortal descendant mixed with human-elf pass? Or would it have some kind of insistent, constant, undeniable impulse to wear only half its clothing or something?
I really like the way the friendship between Violet and Jamie is developing – her mental eavesdropping (which I get the impression she can’t help doing – she picks stuff up whether she wants to or not) just seems to have become a normal thing to him, instead of something creepy, and the little telepathic chats they have. Whether they ever actually get together as a couple in the physical sense or not, they have a pretty unique sort of relationship already.
I Love Violet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@11 I actual made a comment about this before but it was deleted with the server problems. Barley will realize it in a few days when she talks to Mack. If u look back she was saying that nymphs are pure i.e. virginal and that there blood would work for her, but her blood tasted bad to Mack, cause she wasn’t a nymph anymore(or a virgin for that matter, she broke the rule with clothes and all that) and it was at that point that she realized it and ran away.
@12
Makes me wonder what Mother Khaele’s stance on abortion is… since abortion seems kinda opposed to the goals of fertility. Though depending on how far from grace Barley has fallen I guess it might not matter.
Assuming I had a reasonable alternative, I think I’d pass on Violet. Granted, she doesn’t seem very jealous, but a wife who knows exactly when and how much you are thinking of other women? Not to mention catching you in all the lies of daily life?
She could be really great, but…
Assuming Barley turns mortal and gets knocked up, I’d suspect any brat will pass as human fairly easily.
Now if it is female, it also might pass as the most popular girl in school, at least by the male student vote. I don’t see nature or nuture as likely to cause much in the way of inhibitions.
“I’m just not a big fan of people being pressured into things.” says the nymph who tried to coerce Mack in certain directions… ^_^
Although I doubt it, perhaps SOME of the things Barley’s done (like covering herself with the blanket) aren’t horrible wrongs.. it’s just up to interpretation. Or Amaranth is overzealous and wrong. Which I highly doubt. But it’s a thought.
I love how you write AE. You keep dropping hints that people in the story aren’t going to get because they don’t know anything about nymphs. Also, since we’re seeing Barley from Jamie’s perspective, I think I can honestly say that it seems her attitude has changed a bit. Even before things started going downhill between Mack and Barley, I got this bad taste in my mouth about her attitude, and I blame that on how you wrote Mackenzie’s view of her, versus now, where several people have already commented that they like Barley, and I can honestly say I feel differently about her.. because I’m seeing things from someone else’s viewpoint. I tip my hat to you, AE, for you truly are a master in your field. ^_^
@9 Randomness
I did notice Barley covering herself, but I figure that it is partly that Barley either is or is on the way to become a fallen nymph. Plus, partly Amy being pretty fanatical about being a nymph, and having some rather radical interpretations of the “nymph code”…
Quite frankly I doubt that Mother K… (aaw bugger, I forgot how to spell her name) would care too much if some nymph decided to wear some clothes now and then.
I mean, the nymph code probably says something about naked being the most natural and beautifull state. But if some nymph met a guy with a uniform fetich, wanted to put on some sexy underwear, or just decided to put some protective clothes on because she had to do some gardening and clear out a rosebush, then I seriously don’t see their mother going all scripture-fanatical-smite-angry on them.
Barley? Sane? Vaguely? SO CONFUSED!
Well, not really. This entire incident is consistent with her characterization, just not with her implications.
Makes sense?
Also, this appears to have occurred before she completely lost her marbles and/or goddess-given awesome.
Maybe slightly.
Barley’s bad taste to Mac… STD?
They’re playing it a bit vague on the possibility of Jamie/Barley buttsex. We know that Barley isn’t keen from previous stories (though she didn’t appear to refuse it). She knows that Jamie is into it, and she hasn’t expressed approval, but she hasn’t said no either. It wouldn’t have been that hard, even with her being non-judgemental. Likewise, Violet might have mentioned it, if she can read Barley at all. The strap-on comment might have been interpreted that way – “The only way you’re going to get buttsex with Barley, sweetheart, is if she does you with a strap-on…” – but probably not. Violet would surely have been more explicit at that point.
So maybe the stage is being set for a drama over this. Or maybe Barley wants to conduct a test under ideal conditions, see whether she can enjoy receiving anal entry from someone who knows what they are doing and is prepared to take their time and go gently. In that case, Jamie would be ideal. As for the strap-on, Jamie would enjoy having Violet use it on him, after he got over being weirded out by this, and so Violet would enjoy it at least as much. As to what Iason would think, do we really care?
- “Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I’m getting fucked by another guy.”
- “Oh, poor dear, you really didn’t think we’d have things like this?”
- “I find it strange that you surface-dwellers don’t keep a more open mind.”
>:=)>
It’s still uncertain what, if anything, has happened between Barley and Mother Khaele. Maybe she’s just been limited, or had some connections closed. Has Barley tried communing with her mother yet? Would she get a reply this time? Does she commune as often as Amaranth, having less that she wants to say.
I seriously thought for a sec that this was a Gloria episode in ToMU when I saw the headline. And then when I noticed the chapter number I still thought it was ToMU but a misdirected link to an old story… I guess you see what you want to see. Looking forward to classes starting for both Mack and Jamie.
Interesting to see Barley not being vindictive. Wow, does Violet not have a sense of boundaries! On the other hand, maybe its only Jamie that she’s constantly aware of, and nobody else is hearing her purple-scented voice in their head
Regarding Mother Khaele’s possible approach to a fallen nymph: I don’t think She would have to resort to abortion, which is pretty much anathema to Her as a fertility goddess. What She would more likely do is suspend Barley’s fertility. Celtic myth has a lot of precedent with this kind of thing: woman has a magic bag (Also may be cup, cauldron or bowl; hallo, uterus allegory), woman intentionally or necessarily misuses magic bag, woman cannot concieve for a period of time. There was one noticeable instance where a cauldron of endless stuff was used to resurrect an army and they got zombies instead of healed men, but that’s probably not going to happen here– I just think it’s cool, so I mentioned it. Point is, a lot of ancient fertility myths carry the lesson that if you misuse fertility or sex, you’ll lose it. Or, as I like to say, “don’t fuck with the magic bag.”
Hot. I’m glad I was here because of this. I personally don’t get tired of really good sex between a man and a woman (nymph in this case), and when it happens to be a scene where a guy cums several times and thinks his partner is as beautiful as a work of art, yeah, that’s my idea of a good sex scene.
Woo! I want a Violet too! I’d even take the fact that she can read my mind, since she doesn’t seem the jealous type.
Hmmm that is where Barely got off to…..
Yes pun intended! LOL
Thank you for another wonderful Chapter!
Barley’s no longer
As congenitally clean
As she supposes
It’s not her nature
To sweat the small stuff but she
Shouldn’t sweat at all
A rye assessment:
Barley should be taken with
An assault of grain
Hm. I like this Barley. It still remains to be seen what happens to her to bring her to the state in which we see her last in OFMU. Or does this take place after that?
Once again, let me say that, in the context of fiction, Violet is freakin’ hawt.
In real life, telepaths would be hunted down and killed on general principle. As Louis Brandeis said, “Privacy is the right to be alone–the most comprehensive of rights, and the right most valued by civilized man.” A telepath is an inherent threat to that right.
@ Isobel : Ah, yes, the Black Cauldron of Annwyn… I’ve been thinking of rereading the Alexander books, but I’ve heard they don’t hold up well to adult reading.
I’d be interested to learn more about the actual mythology, maybe I’ll poke around for it on teh intertubes.
*sigh* Some of the comments have me concerned, but if there’s more of this glorious sexual relationship, I sure wouldn’t mind. In fact I wouldn’t mind more details concerning fondling, noises, including any sex conversation/talk/cries, and maybe even Barley reporting to Violet what she liked and enjoyed. It seems like such a great source of hot sex in the future, the participants being so well matched for it and all. I really hope to read a little more about this action. Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever truly wanted that before! Hope that doesn’t make you want to rebel, AE. You have accomplished something that generates a level of interest for me that no other sex author has before.
So, I think I’ve commented on ToMU all of once…and never here. The problem being that I never really have anything constructive or interesting to say.
I just really needed to say that I absolutely love Violet. Seriously. And you, AE, of course. <3333333333333333
OOK!
OOK-ITY, OOK, OOK OOK!
IT’S BEEN WAY TOO LONG!
@4 DaManRando – oh no, I WANT to see the interaction between Barley and Iason!! Heh heh heh… it’s not like they don’t both deserve it.
Several people, in this and earlier chapters, have stated they believe there will be or hope for a Jamie-Violet relationship, and wonder if anyone else thinks the same. HINT: the other people posting such comments think the same thing.
aRF, MOOK, whatever
“It hit the spot?”
“Repeatedly.”
“I’m going go to take a shower,”
… think about it…
@#17, David Argall:
She sees into minds all over the place. She’s not going to deceive herself in the first place into thinking that you won’t be attracted to others, and so she’s not likely to be bothered by it when you are. There will BE no daily lies because, well, if you know she can read your mind, why would you bother?
Really, anyone that Violet could settle down with could honestly say that she knows them as well as they know themselves, and I suspect that it would end up going both ways, as well.
I see only awesome in such a possibility, and no flaws at all.
Barley is obviously losing her divine cleanliness, as was shown in the main story… a lot of people are worried about her getting knocked up, but she’s still biologically a nymph (notice she can still sense kinks) so I think that’s out.
The real problem: she bangs a lot of people. She could be Typhoid Mary for half of MU. Who knows what horrifying diseases she’s just visited upon Jamie… and Jamie doesn’t use a ring for buttsecks with Iason, does he?
@Silenced is Foo (36): I don’t think we know how much of the Nymphly abilities are divine, how much is related to their connection with their field, and how much is innate. While it’s possible this is one of the abilities that she would lose when falling, that’s just speculation, just as the possibility that it’s an ability that is innate is a speculation. We simply don’t know either way.
Jamie wears a ring when being with Iason – it’s been mentioned more than once that he has been ringed but didn’t notice, I believe. Barley though, that she’s not using one could spell trouble in the future.
I love your work, and I understand that things come up, words dont flow etc., but could you at least post a site not or something if you arent able to update? I was so excited by the updates resume monday thing, but, alas, its tuesday, and still no word.