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Artemis had seen Holly dance on two other occasions, but this...this was different. It wasn't dancing. It was a show. And the show was all for him.
Holly couldn't seem to stop touching herself. Her fingers buried themselves in her hair, then caressed her neck, drifting down to brush along the sides of her breasts, then flowed across her stomach and sides, snaking down her thighs as the woman sunk towards the ground, clawing along her legs as she rose. Her hips swayed constantly, but that wasn't the most hypnotizing part of the dance, even if Artemis really did appreciate them. No, the truly captivating part was Holly's face. Artemis had never seen her look that way at anyone. Her eyes were soft and welcoming, but full of heat, catching his attention with slow winks and sultry half-lidding. No, not precisely welcoming...drawing. Bringing him into her power.
Artemis tried to keep a hold on himself. He really did. But when Holly swayed up to him and placed her hands on his chest, trailing them down until she played—almost idly—with his belt buckle, he could feel himself slipping. When she straddled his lap, lips brushing along the male's ear, and whispered "I know I've been a real bad girl," nipping at his earlobe, he decided it was best to just surrender, even if the song wasn't over.
"Holly," he implored, reaching up to catch her face and bring it in for a deep kiss.
He found his efforts thwarted by her own strong hands, which grabbed his wrists and pinned them to couch cushions next to his head. Holly slid closer, keeping her lips just out of reach. "Did you like it?" She asked, leaning in to nuzzle at his cheeks.
"Yes," he croaked, leaning into the small caresses, urging her to increase her attentions.
"It's true, you know," she tickled her tongue along the outline of one ear, triumphing as Artemis tried, rather ineffectually, to free his hands and get at her.
"What is?" Artemis suddenly realized why teenage boys favored loose jeans. Things were becoming quite uncomfortable in his tailored clothes.
"I am," Holly began, pausing a moment to bite Artemis's neck harshly, making him gasp, "very bad."
Artemis groaned, again trying to free himself, not at all certain he wanted to succeed. This was just too intense to be taken unrestrained and without protest. "I somehow doubt that."
"But I am!" Holly pouted, now nipping. "I do things on the first date that I really shouldn't."
The first date. They were on the first date, right? Artemis was having a hard time remembering. If puberty had interfered with his thinking, it was nothing to this. "What...what kinds of things?"
"Oh, it would be so much easier to show you. Can I show you?"
What was the correct answer? Somewhere deep in the recesses of Artemis's mind, he was irritated at himself for not knowing already. Elsewhere, instincts took over and supplied him with "Oh, gods, yes!"
Holly smiled and, though she was just as eager as her date, she moved slowly, letting him go and moving her hands until one played with the loose end of his belt, the other undoing his shirt button by button, pausing after every few releases to trail her nails across his exposed skin and brush her lips along the resulting goosebumps.
Finally, with only a little apprehension, Artemis let his hands stray out of propriety. One wrapped around Holly, sliding a bit up her shirt, though it remained more on her stomach and sides rather than anywhere she approved of. The other caressed her thighs, almost always rubbing along the outsides, but sometimes, with a rush that seemed both eager and terrified, tracing up the inside of a thigh before the inexperienced male grew too nervous and moved back to the outsides of her legs.
Holly wanted to protest or at least reassure him, but her mouth was fairly well occupied with his chest and neck, so she merely growled whenever he stopped. This didn't result in much progress, but she could work on that later.
Instead, she flipped open his belt buckle and began to work on the button of the slacks. This proved a lot more difficult, due to the rather...tense state of the material.
Artemis's hand came in to try and assist her, but Holly just slapped it aside, then grabbed his wrist and placed it back on her leg, this time quite high up on her inner thigh. He went no higher, but it was enough for her...for now.
Holly finished unbuttoning Artemis's trousers and began to slide the zipper down, no longer kissing his chest, but instead looking at her coming prize.
She gave Artemis ample time to protest her progress, and he did not say anything (unless a long, throaty moan could count as "saying something") when she began to play with his boxers, dipping her fingers under the elastic and stroking along his waist. Before she lost her own self control and went too fast, she lifted her fingers back out and began to trace them through his few wisps of dark chest hair.
He was so...pale. It would have looked odd on any elf but Artemis, but Holly was too accustomed to this man to be shocked. He was just...Artemis. Her Arty.
She played with the last bit of hair on his chest proper before dragging her nails roughly down his stomach, eliciting small gasps with only a little pain in the notes. Finding her lips so often abandoned, Holly trailed kisses down his jawline, dwelling on the man's neck, brutalizing it with nips and sucking kisses.
"H-Holly," Artemis pleaded, letting his head fall back, surrendering to this unexpectedly rough treatment. Perhaps her aggressive nature should not have surprised him, but he had always imagined a sexual encounter with Holly—and he had to blush at that thought, well aware that he had imagined this many times—to be more in his physical favor. Yet here he was, pinned down by the woman and otherwise immobilized by her wandering hand and focused mouth. He was enjoying every second of it, too.
Holly was also having a good time. The proud Artemis Fowl—who had so often held her in thrall—was now all but writhing under a few minutes of caressing. The sound of her moaned name made the elf purr in pride and contentment. All this, and her hand was still so high. Well, she couldn't let that continue fortoo long...
Resting her fingertips on her new partner's stomach, Holly let her hand sink, following the path of his limited hair, grinning a little as the words "happy trail" popped into her head. It was a rather nice one, starting in a steep arrow just under his naval, widening to only two fingers-breadths before disappearing into his boxers, all the while a dark black to match his head, the individual strands close enough to make her briefly wonder if he had shaped it that tightly.
The brief wonder, rather than a longer musing, was due to the fact that, shortly after reaching this short trail, she moved on, finding the buttons in his boxers and popping them open with much less difficulty than she faced with the trousers. Her hand disappeared inside and very soon Holly held Artemis's pulsing erection.
"Oh, gods," Artemis moaned, trying to lift his hips into the touch, but found himself still pinned quite effectively by Holly's weight.
"Good?" Holly asked, wondering if she even needed an answer.
"I didn't expect...yes." He nodded vigorously and, for the first time, the hand caressing Holly's thigh went all the way up, emitting a little gasp from her as he felt at her through the thick denim between her legs.
She, at least, had the advantage of not being held down, and rocked her hips into his hand. Holly suddenly cursed the invention of pants. Certainly she hated dresses, but he would have so much more access to her if not blocked by the leggings.
Before Artemis could take the next logical step and attack Holly's own buttons and zipper, she gave a firm squeeze, obliterating his mind, or at least that was what was indicated by the sound he made. Deftly, she worked the man's erect member from his boxers.
At the same moment, both elves looked down at it. At first Artemis seemed surprised at the sudden appearance, as if he had never seen it before in his life. Then he flicked his eyes to look at Holly, searching for her reaction.
She was licking her lips, eyes wide.
He had to smile at that. "You approve?"
Slowly, fingers loose to avoid putting her new lover under too much sensation, Holly began to stroke her hand along him. "Hmmm...nice length. A bit thicker than average, I'd say. Very smooth. I like that. And..." She squeezed, thrilling at the responding throb in her hand. "Quite hard. Yes...this will do the job."
"Oh?" Artemis said, trying to contain a little pant as Holly continued stroking, managing to copy her business-like tone. "What job is that?"
Holly leaned over, nipping at his ear. "Making me scream, of course."
"Oh...just...let me—" Artemis reached for the button on Holly's pants.
Before he could accomplish anything, she pushed his hand away. At his tortured look, she couldn't help but laugh. "Calm down. Not tonight, but..." She stroked faster, making his expression turn from utter disappointment to mindless pleasure with each caress. "I want to do something else."
Artemis clutched at Holly's side, barely keeping his nails from digging in and turning the hold painful. "What is this 'something else'?"
"Well...like I said, it will be much easier if I showed you." She licked his parted lips with the very tip of her tongue, biting the lower lip at the end of the long tracing. "So...can I?"
Artemis nodded vigorously. "Yes! Whatever you want."
Whatever she wanted...Holly thought for a moment about taking advantage of that offer, but decided to be kind. So, instead, she slipped off Artemis's lap, trailing kisses down the man's neck as she sunk down to her knees, nestling herself between his legs.
Artemis watched her, wide-eyed, as she descended, his breaths becoming shallower as she went. Logically, he knew what was happening, but he was expecting to wake at the Manor any moment now, finding himself in desperate need of a change of sheets. It was only when Holly was completely kneeling before him and again took his erection in her hand, looking up at him with her two-toned eyes, that he decided that this must be real. No dream could be this perfect.
Holly continued stroking, considering the flesh she held. There were so many options. She could sink him completely into her mouth and make the mastermind lose control of himself in seconds, but it seemed so...unfair. She doubted Artemis had even acquiesced to a medical exam on the area, and shecertainly didn't think he'd been in this position before. Causing him to orgasm quickly may have been fun, but he would probably be embarrassed for weeks afterward. He was a smart boy, but he really held onto these slights for too long.
So, instead she caught Artemis's eyes, making sure she had his complete attention (as if anything else could be true) and leaned in, flattening out her tongue and licking from the base of his sex to the very top, tickling it with the tip of her tongue.
"D'arvit!" Artemis gasped, thrusting towards Holly's mouth at the first touch. He had expected something...intense, but this...he could probably finish with just the licking.
"Such a foul mouth," Holly commented, watching Artemis closely.
"It seemed app—aaaaah!"
Holly had waited for Artemis to speak, then promptly licked him again. This seemed to have finally obliterated his capacity for speech. Which was just as well. It's rather difficult to keep up a conversation when your mouth is full.
Holly continued with these long, very wet licks, treating Artemis's erection like a newly unwrapped popsicle. Perhaps not as cold or as sweet, but muchmore fun to lick. Popsicles didn't moan as you ate them, after all, and they certainly didn't make sounds that seemed to resemble the word "please."
Holly had to approve of this. He was asking her so nicely, after all. It was only fair to reinforce his good manners, right?
Taking a final lick, dragging it out as long as she could, Holly moved her mouth to the crown of Artemis's twitching cock and wrapped her wet, pliant lips around the tip.
The man's reaction was immediate. His hips took over, catching Holly unprepared with a thrust, slipping half of his length into the officer's warm mouth. Artemis gasped, clutching at the couch cushions. "H-Holly...more." His voice had a deep growl in it and he was obviously on the edge of taking over to makesure there was more.
For a moment, Holly considered seeing what the man would do if she didn't continue. Then she took pity on him, deciding such a test was hardly fair. He needed this badly, and stopping now would be tantamount to torture. So she went on, sliding her mouth up his shaft (with him emitting a very sad-sounding whimper) and swirling her tongue around his crown. Making sure to hold his hips to prevent another takeover, she slowly moved her mouth back down, taking his member in by fractions until it nestled deep in her mouth, only a few finger's breadths unable to fit inside, and these she took hold of, squeezing gently.
"This is...perfection," Artemis groaned, caressing Holly's cheek, fascinated by the sight of her pleasuring him. Especially whenever she would look up and catch his eyes, the glint of mischief in hers saying that she was all too aware of how good it felt, and that she was enjoying being the cause. Her enthusiasm was just as arousing as the act itself.
Holly couldn't help but take his early approval as a challenge. After all, she hadn't really done that much, yet. So, first moving her tongue about, licking his arousal until it was slick, Holly began to bring her head back up.
Artemis looked truly alarmed. He moved his hand to the back of Holly's neck, not grabbing her, but stopping her ascent halfway.
Holly glared at him, annoyed, but he did not lessen the halting pressure. She wanted to yell at him for interfering in something she was quite capable of doing on her own, but decided it was only fair to be lenient this first time. She probably would have reacted the same way if she was young and in possession of an erection and a girlfriend. Making a note to teach him better in the future (when you lived for a good millennium and a half, bad habits could become quite grating, especially in the bedroom), she began to take him in again.
The pressure on her neck immediately eased, becoming non-existent as she buried him deep in her mouth. When she began to take him out again, he let her go up a bit more, but only just. This pattern of limited sweeps continued for quite some time, Artemis's movements growing weaker with each long suck. Finally, Holly was able to hold him with just her lips, her tongue swirling about the extra-sensitive ridge.
"Holly..." Artemis groaned, and she looked up to find him still fascinated by the sight of the elf in such a delicate, formerly unthinkable position. "I...don't think I can hold on if you keep doing that." He sounded apologetic, a small, somewhat ashamed smile on his lips. He obviously wasn't sure how to proceed when this close to the end.
"Oh..." Holly lifted her head a little further, which seemed to ease her partner. "Thanks for the warning." She took the briefest second to savor the alarm on his face, then took Artemis's straining erection into her mouth again.
Now both of his hands went to her head. Not pushing or pulling, but needing to touch her and tangle in her short hair, hanging on. Delicious, inarticulate moans were almost the only sounds he could make, though they were interspersed with a few instances of "Holly," "please," "yes," and "so close," telling her exactly how he felt. Someday she would have to come back and get those into the correct order and make him give her an unrestrained plea for release, taking the former stoic Mud Man down the the level of any needy male...but, in the meantime, Holly only wanted to (as the saying goes) blow him away.
She didn't move fast or with a particular intensity, but the bobbing of her head and flicking of her tongue was unstoppable. She felt his hands tighten in her hair and allowed his hips to take light thrusts up to meet her. What little she couldn't take into her mouth, she held in one hand, moving along in the same slow rhythm.
Artemis suddenly stopped in the middle of a thrust, a low groan stuck in the back of his throat, coming out in keens and cries. Any more movement and it would be too much. He was going to...
Holly, however, did not stop. She kept up her pace and was rewarded with the splash of hot, bitter cum filling her mouth, some immediately trickling down her throat, with the rest quickly swallowed down.
Artemis was back to his limited string of words, now only able to come out with "Holly!" and "Yes!" over and over.
The woman was unsure which sounded better to her: his words of love or this uncontrolled proclamation of need and satisfaction. She decided she would have to try again to make sure. Not now, however. Now Artemis was too busy panting and swallowing down huge gulps of air.
Holly gave him a few final, cleaning licks on his still-twitching sex, then rose, sitting on his lap so she could wrap her arms around Artemis's neck and rest their foreheads together. "So..." she drawled, picking an imaginary piece of lint off his shirt. "Good?"
"It there any way that can be bad?" Artemis gasped, pulling Holly close to his chest.
She considered this, taking her cell phone from her pocket. She tapped it against her lips, then flipped the device open, thumbs typing with impressive speed. "No. Not the way I do it."
"Oh...superb." He reached up, trying to tip the screen of the phone towards him. "Are you ...texting someone about this?" He sounded understandably outraged and continued trying to see the screen.
"No," Holly assured him and pressed "send" before flipping the phone closed. "Just ordering a taxi."
"A...why?"
Holly yawned. "I'm too tired to drive you home."
"But...I thought..." Artemis shook his head, reordering his thoughts into a more efficient pattern. Oral sex ruined his logic...he would have to remember that...it he could remember anything with Holly on her knees before him. "Aren't we going to...you know. Have sex."
Holly snorted. "I really expected you to say something like 'engage in intercourse'."
"I'm trying to speak at your level," Artemis ventured to tease. "Do you want me to stick with 'screw' or 'fuck' next time?"
"Next time," Holly said, beginning to button up his shirt, " I don' think you'll need to ask.
"Well, that is promising." Still, there was something unfinished here. Something deeply unfair. Artemis ran both hands up the insides of Holly's thighs. "Your turn, Miss Short." To make his point obvious—as if it could be anything but—he began to unbutton her capris, already cursing her clothed state, but that could be remedied soon enough.
Holly gasped, losing her grip on the last button of Artemis's shirt as he snapped open her own button. She didn't lose her grip on everything however, and she was instantly off his lap, redoing her capris. "I appreciate the thought, really, and I will take you up on that later, but we can't."
Artemis scowled, reaching out to the woman, who jumped back before he could grab her. "Why not?"
Holly tried to illustrate the cause and effect relationship by moving her hands in a circle, indicating the steps. "If you are going to go down on me, my pants have to come off, and if my pants come off, we are going to wind up having sex."
Artemis blinked. "I'm...really failing to see the problem."
For a moment, so did Holly. Then she closed her eyes tightly, restarting her brain, and said "Fairies don't have STDs."
"Well...that's good news."
"No. I mean yes! I mean..." She huffed in frustration. "We got rid of those centuries ago, and fairies are big on conserving resources, so...there is no such thing as—what do you humans call them? Ah, right—a 'condom' for fairies. We have chemical contraceptives. Which you are not on, and I am not running that risk on just my birth control."
Artemis focused on this idea, thinking of his two-week's distant appointment. "If I was on The Pill," he said, emphasizing the word to make the capitals clear (and to convey some of his unavoidable sarcasm), "then there would be nothing stopping you?"
Holly considered this, crossing one arm over her chest and biting her thumbnail. Eventually, she nodded. "Yeah."
Artemis grinned. "That is...spectacular. Can I come over once I have the medicine?"
Holly had to laugh at this. "Arty...dinner. Something else before the ravishing commences, please. Then we'll see."
Elated, Artemis nodded. "I'm going to hold you to that."
She couldn't resist. Holly gave the young, oh-so-eager and naïve boy a wink. "I'm hoping you'll hold me to a lot of things."
Artemis whimpered. As much as he hated to make such a weak noise, it was unavoidable. Holly was just...too much.