One Taste is All it Takes

"Anouk," Roux called to the small girl from across the dimly lit room. Immediately she dropped her dolls and came bounding over to where the river rat sat in the green armchair by the fire. "When will yer mum be home?"

"She's gone out with Luc's mamon to make the arrangements for Armande's funeral. I don't know when she'll be back...but she said she wouldn't be home until after you'd put me to bed."

He wet his lips and gave the oblivious girl a sly smile.

"I have somethin' for ye."

Annouk's bright young eyes widened in anticipation and she asked what it was with childlike excitement.

"Well..." Roux began hesitantly. He wasn't exactly sure how to say it. He'd never really taken this approach with any other child, before, and he wasn't quite certain how to proceed.

"Is it chocolate? Mummy says she still hasn't guessed your favourite kind."

"No, it's not chocolate...but i'tis...similar." He explained to her how he liked to eat chocolate slowly, sucking on it until it melted away and went down his throat, leaving his mouth, stomach and everything in-between quite satisfied.

"Is that how what you have for me will make me feel?"

"Aye, but ye mustn't tell anyone about it. There isn't enough te go 'round, ye see, and I dun want anybody feelin' left out, like."

Anouk nodded her head, signifiying that she understood.

"Right." The corners of Roux's mouth twitched slightly as he reached down between his legs and undid his corduroy trousers. His hand shook a little as he pulled himself slowly out of his pants, his eyes never once leaving the little girl's innocent face.

The thought to do this had come to him some hours before, when he'd first started on the bottle of whisky. Then, it had only been a mere twinkle in his eye, but now that he was drunk, it was a very real possibility. And somewhere deep in the back of his mind, behind the alcohol, he was aware of the fact that the possibility of Vianne cutting off his head and tossing it in a pot of boiling chocolate sauce if she ever found out what he was about to do to her daughter was also very real.

But he was too drunk to care. He'd begun drinking earlier that evening to get rid of the black depression that had been hanging over everyone for the past few days. He hadn't known Armande Voizin perhaps as well as the rest of them, but he'd known her well enough to mourn her passing...and he couldn't stand to see Vianne so melancholy.

And now he was horny and inebriated and all alone with Anouk. (But at least he wasn't depressed anymore) Dammit all. He'd never really intended for it to happen, but...

"Is that it?" she asked, inching closer, trying to get a better look at what Roux held concealed in his closed fist.

Roux nodded. "It's just fer you."

Annouk smiled and got down onto her knees between Roux's legs, looking expectantly up at him with with sparkling brown eyes.

"Now, what I want ye te do, " Roux began, slowly beginning to stroke his member, which was all ready beginning to stiffen inside his sweating hand, "is put yer hand down at the bottom, like this." He instructed her what to do and within a split second her small hand was clasped around the base of his length.

"Like this?" she asked, bright eyes still staring up into his.

He exhaled and nodded, trying not to lose it before he explained what he wanted her to do, next.

"Then, without touching it with yer teeth, put yer mouth around the tip, and move up an' down."

For the first time in what seemed like ages, Anouk's gaze shifted from Roux's eyes to the strange treat she held in her little hand. She studied it for a few moments and scrunched her face up, causing Roux's stomach to lurch. Maybe this wouldn't work out as he'd planned. Maybe she really did know what he was up to and had just been playing along until now. Maybe she would tell Vianne, and...

"Pantoufle wants to do it, first," she said, removing her hand from his erection and placing it back into her lap.

Roux raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment. Her imaginary kangaroo with the bad leg wanted to suck him off, first. Of course.

"Sure," Roux said, finally. "Why not?"

Anouk beamed up at him and he smiled back. She bent lower to the ground and began whispering Roux's instructions in the imaginary creature's non-existant ear. After a few moments, she announced with pride that Pantoufle was ready, and Roux breathed a sigh of relief.

Roux tried to ignore the sheer silliness of the situation and played along as Anouk announced Pantoufle's every action.

"Oh yes, Pantoufle, that's very good," he praised the kangaroo in a contrived tone. "Mmm, yes, just like that."

Roux was encouraged by Anouk's girlish giggling, and he closed his eyes and laid his head against the back of the armchair. "You're very good at this, Pantoufle..."

When a few minutes had passed, Roux had decided that Pantoufle's turn was over, and that if he didn't get some relief soon, he would be in pain.

"Pantoufle did a marvellous job, but now it's your turn. See if you can't do better," he encouraged, playfully.

"All right," she said, taking his stiff cock into her hand once again, and slowly closing her small lips over its head, trying very carefully not to touch it with her teeth.

Roux moaned and clenched his eyes shut. It had been too long since his last blowjob, (not counting the one he'd just received from an imaginary kangaroo) and he wasn't very confident that he'd be able to last very long, though that was probably for the best. Anouk was quite small, and the size of his manhood wasn't something to be sneezed at, and he didn't want to hurt the girl.

"Nice and easy," he purred, placing an unsteady hand gently on the back of her head. He stroked it lightly with his fingertips as her small head bobbed steadily up and down. Her hair was so soft, and her lips felt so good...

"Lovely, darling...no, don't stop yet...almost there..."

Roux shoved her gently away as he felt the first few tell tale spasms begin to course through him. He didn't want to choke her with his cum, and so instructed her to finish him off with her hand.

"Just a few more tugs..."

He clenched his eyes tightly shut and grit his teeth as hot semen came shooting out of the tip of his cock. Anouk gasped in surprise as the thick white-ish fluid shot through the air in a perfect arc and landed on the wooden floor with a small 'plop'!

Roux's post-orgasmic bliss was interrupted by the sound of Annouk's laughter. He opened his eyes and asked her what was so funny.

"Pantoufle says you hit him in the face," she explained between giggles. Roux smiled and tucked his sticky member back into his pants.

"Sorry, Pantoufle," he said with a pretended sheepish grin. He did up his trousers and settled back into the cushy chair. "Thank you, Anouk. You're much better than Pantoufle, but don't tell him that; I don' want te hurt his feelings."

"I won't," she said, still smiling brightly. "May I go play with my dolls, again?"

"A' course, love. But remember, Anouk," he said, taking the girl by the hand and pleading to her with his dark eyes. "Ye can't tell anyone about this, okay? It's a very special thing that only you and me can know about."

"Of course, Roux," she said, kissing him quickly on the cheek before skipping back to the corner where she'd left her dolls.

"Such a love," Roux sighed to himself, wondering how soon it would be before he'd be sober enough to feel remorse for what he'd done, and if he would even remember anything, at that point. Only time would tell, and to pass it more quickly, he decided to sleep. Well, he didn't really decide...it just sort of happened, as things tended to when he was this intoxicated.

And so Roux slept soundly, dreaming of his penis shooting out streams of liquid chocolate and an unfortunate kangaroo that happened to get caught in the crossfire.