There’s nothing that excites me more than seeing some cute lady meekly agree to taking a puff. When she asks for one herself, then I know I’ve found myself someone special.
She’s a blonde, some priestess judging by her robes. Her and a bunch of her fellow adventurers sought to plunder my manor, but were driven off by my servants. Not her; I caught her wrist as she tripped on her robe, and before she could even try to pull free, I exhaled. The look of revulsion changing to one of pacification, seeing her start inhaling mid-exhale…
I brought her to my chamber, blowing my smoke towards her. Like a thirsting wanderer in the desert, she happily breathed in my enchanting smoke. It was when I’d sat her down on my bed, intent on giving her a special kiss, that a blush spread over her cheeks and a low voice asked, “M-may I…may I try?”
I couldn’t help but to giggle, and after taking a long drag from my long holder, I brought it to her lips. She closed them around the end of the holder.
Moments later, she began to cough, smoke leaving her mouth and nostrils. They usually do with their first puff, but she’d taken a deeper one than my usual prey. She was eager, it seemed.
As she recovered, I took a puff, gently blowing the smoke into her face. It practically revived her, and she gazed up at me with longing eyes that closed halfway through her deep inhale through her nose. She was already so charmed, but there was more to it than that, I knew.
I asked her, “Aren’t you excited to watch a lovely lady smoke?”
Her cheeks turning red was all the answer I needed.
I blew my next drag’s smoke away, upward. She seemed disappointed, yet still watched with mesmerized fascination. “Let me help you with that,” I chuckled, taking another puff.
She’d seemed prepared to inhale, but then I locked my lips to hers, blowing the smoke into her mouth, her lungs. She didn’t reject it, and returned the kiss, her lips embracing mine. Only once our lips parted did she cough a little.
“Can…can I try again?”
Laughing merrily, I put my cigarette holder to her lips. This time she took a smaller drag, blowing out the smoke as I took my own. “How do you enjoy it, my love?”
She smiled. “I like it…it’s relaxing, I like the flavor of it. Maybe…maybe I can be as lovely as your servants, as…”
Her deepening blush brought a laugh from my throat. I gave her another smoke- filled kiss, my free hand stroking her side. Watching the smoke waft from her mouth and nose enticed me as well. Was she all but mine already?
I reached into my dress, taking out a cigarette. “You’re already beautiful when you smoke. You’ll only become more lovely the more used to it you become.” Thinking of how I’d taken up the habit myself, I added, “Perhaps you’ll become a seductress yourself, with how you desire to see women smoke…”
Her eyes were no longer on me, but the cigarette. The pleasure. The beauty. She wanted it. She wanted me.
I answered her longing gaze by placing the cigarette in her lips. With a long drag on mine, I pressed the tip to hers, kindling the end.
She coughed a little this time too, with as deep a drag as her first. Her second went smoothly, and after holding in the smoke for a second, she exhaled in a steady stream towards my face. As she’d done, I inhaled the fragrance, before laughing softly. With another puff, I locked my lips to hers, flooding her lungs with enchanted smoke. Each of us held our cigarettes in one hand, and explored each other’s body with the other.
At the end of the night, I had one of my maids bring her her own cigarette holder. She took a delighted drag from it, trying her best to imitate my own exhales. The maid giggled, puffing on her cigarette as she left. My latest plaything relaxed in my arms, smoking as she had been for hours, a complete slave to my seduction, to indulgence and pleasure.
The thought of her enticing more women to join us in smoky bliss soon brought my lips to hers, and as she breathed smoke into me, our bodies prepared for many hours more of pleasure.