The Smell of Magic, the Thunder of Hooves
by
Theda Hudson
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The Smell of Magic, the Thunder of Hooves
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The Smell of Magic, the Thunder of Hooves
I was looking for some little cup hooks. She was looking for big eye bolts, right next to the decorative ones that I wanted. When I reached for them, I smelled the magic on her then, flowers and musk and excitement, all rolled up in a palatable charge that went right through me. She turned to look at me and I recognized her. Her name is Frye and she's the leather version of the charging knight from the magical land I had dreamed of since childhood.
I was kind of surprised; that wasn't the way I pictured it because the land she comes from is isn't exotic in any fairy tale way and it isn't a castle she carries you away to, it's a dungeon. I was a first-time visitor to it when I'd seen her.
Frye'd been working over a curvy blonde. The woman was bound to a St. Andrews cross and her ass was almost as red as the satin corset riding the tops of her hips. Frye'd stepped in to stroke her bottom. Whatever she whispered in the bound woman's ear sent a shudder through her. My heart leapt as I wondered what she could've heard and prayed I'd find out.
I watched her play with the blonde all night much to my date's irritation. Frye wore her chaps and the namesake boots matter of factly, because they suited her and what she did, which implied regular exposure over a period long enough for them to be worn in, fit to her.
Figuring out what she had been doing to wear them in taxed my meager imagination, but left me breathless. She had magic, though; there was no doubt about it and the smell of it made me wet and hopeful. When I asked about her, they said, "Frye, she's been around forever, a wicked experienced top. She likes the new ones, the juicy ones. She likes to show them what's what. Break ‘em in for the rest of us." they said, leering at each other and me.
On her way out she'd noticed me. There was a moment of recognition and a shock when the magic made its connection between us. The smile she flashed skewered me right through my solar plexus as it made its way to my pussy. Now, in the middle of the hardware store, she looked at my coat and I knew she saw the pin from Dark House, the club where I'd seen her.
"I thought I'd seen you before."
The sharp stab of pleasure at her recollection nearly took my breath away. My fairy tale knight in leathers, if not shining armor, was finally pounding down the hill for me.
"Frye," she offered her hand. "You'd be?"
"Cara, Cara Bas," I said shaking it. It was warm and strong and I imagined it against other body parts. She didn't let go of my hand and I blushed furiously.
Then her phone rang. She smiled at me with more than pleasant appreciation as she released it. "See you there sometime," she said tapping the pin and the breast below it as she opened her phone.
And she did, fashionably mid-evening at the next party. I got to check her out first. Newly crew cut hair accentuated the smooth planes of her face. Her leather pants sported a bulge that made my g-string wet. The white t-shirt sleeves were rolled to show off powerful arms and contrasted with her black leather vest. I smelled the magic from across the room.
I went to the buffet and picked a little while I waited for her to notice. It wasn't long before she was beside me. "You're here. Cara, isn't it?"
The thrill of her up close was eye candy, but her frank appraisal of the tiny mounds rising out of the top of my leather sheath told me all about the main course. She wasted no time.
"Do you want to play?"
"Yes," I said, meeting her eyes.
"Well, then, come over here on the couch and we'll talk about it." She took my arm and sat me down, setting her thigh firmly against mine. The leather of her chaps was smooth on my leg. I reveled in it until I realized she was speaking.
"Beg pardon?" I said.
She smiled wickedly. "Oh, you'll beg, but not my pardon. I said, ‘Tell me about it.' Tell me the tale."
"Tale?" What was I supposed to tell her? That this maid had waited all her life to be swooped up by a knight like this and shown an exotic land?
"What do you want, what's the fantasy, the scene?"
"Oh." I wasn't sure what to ask for. I had only visited Frye's land a few of times– with the dyke that started this whole quest, and the books I had read since. From the way I got so hot, I was certain now this was a land I was made to visit, maybe move to.
I wondered what she would whisper in my ear. Then I realized I was going to find out if I just answered before she ran out of patience.
"That someone looks at me the way you do and shows me what it means," I said as steadily and sincerely as I could.
Frye paused for a moment, looking intently at me. "Everything it means?"
I looked at her beside me, solid, strong, experienced. She laughed as my face acknowledged the vast pit of my ignorance. I smelled the magic thick between us and straightened up. "I can use a safe word if I don't like it." I met her eyes and smiled a little. "But there's nothing in that look I don't like." I swallowed hard at my presumption. In a fairy tale, though, plucky souls could win the day and the heart.
She nodded. "Fair enough and what I would expect. I'll guide you and give you an idea of what you can expect. Stake a place and I'll get my bag."
I milled for a moment soaking in the surreal quality of it all. I was going to play with Frye, my knight in soft leather. She was going to whisper in my ear, words just for me, spoken to acknowledge my condition and what she was doing. A little twinge followed that thought when I saw her getting her bag so that she could use toys on me.
I thought of the blonde. I shivered and went to a suspension bridge. I liked the 360 degree effect and the way it looked like a doorway. I was ready to see where it would take me.
Frye arrived and put the bag on the bench beside her. She opened it and lifted out two cuffs, one plain, one furred.
"Do you have a preference?"
I pointed to the furred. She grinned. "A decadent little slut, eh?"
I nodded back, beaming like a headlight. She took a wrist and I pulled back a little.
"A blindfold first, please." I had learned that the first time. The black space becomes the path to an exotic land.
She shrugged and put the cuff down. I watched her face with its clean lines and hoped the flush along her cheekbone was because she wanted me.
Stepping into my space, she let me feel her warmth for a moment before placing it around my head. I closed my eyes. The sheepskin pressed softly against them. It was all about sensation now, setting me on the path to that land.
She put one arm around my waist and pressed herself against me. I groaned and breathed deeply as magic suffused the air in our space. She took my hand and wrapped the cuff around my wrist. Snugging it, she reached for the other, and put it on. The bunny fur stroked my flesh deliciously, just as I'd hoped. She clipped the two together and left me to stand. A light chain clinked and a moment later she was back in front of me, reaching for my wrists. There was a sharp click when she lifted them.
She slid around me, her hands tracing my waist. Then she was on the other side, unzipping my sheath. She pulled and the lining whispered down and I stepped out of it. When she moved away I heard the ankle cuffs jingle.
She knelt and the leather of her vest rubbed smoothly against my stocking. She tightened the cuff so that the extravagant fur stroked my ankle through the hose. She positioned my legs; I heard the click of the straps and felt her test the tension. She meant to keep me where she put me. I sighed a little and she brushed up my leg, not quite to the top. When she stood I tensed my legs in the hope that she'd do it again.
She obliged, her fingers pressed against the lace G-string "I can smell you, slut. I'm gonna savor you, build it up until you're ready and then I'll release it."
Her acknowledgment thrilled me and I thought, you smell me, I smell your magic, and away we go.
She stepped in to my side, brushing my flank with her leather clad leg. I sucked wind when she lightly stroked the little apples of my ass. She began with little strokes and pats, and finally, even though I knew what was coming, I still wasn't prepared for it when it arrived. It burned for a moment and her hand was there, rubbing, rubbing it into the most delicious warmth that somehow made a beeline straight to my clit.