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*gives moptop a box of chocolates...with only a few nibbled on this time, and a hug*Quote:
Originally Posted by moptop
*brightens*
Ah! chocolate!
*scribbles furiously*
MUCH purring over here! I mean... if you insist and all ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by learningtopleez
Sexy new av darlin'.
Moptop- I wait with baited breath for part two!
"Here, put this on," I said, holding a pair of semi-transparent track pants.
"I thought we were playing tennis?"
"We are."
Victoria leaned forward to pull up the form fitting fabric against her silky skin but I stopped her. Pressing into her back, I bent her further before inserting two ben wa balls. Her slippery entrance from two weeks of oragasm denial swallowed both with much eagerness.
"We wouldn't want you to drop them when you are distracted by other balls."
Judging from her expression, Victoria replied by clenching the balls within her, already causing a wet stain to form.
I watch as you place the silk velvet over your hazel green eyes. Then I bring your hands behind, securing them with hemp, giving you a prickly sensation. Turning you back around, I gently guide you onto your knees and you lick your lips in anticipation. The sound of my zippers causes your lips to part, presenting a view that instantly makes me hard. You lean slightly forward, getting wet at the scent and heat of my manhood inches away. I place my finger below your chin and instinctively your tongues snakes out. The taste of peanut butter fills your mouth and I allow a few moments before withdrawing my polished finger. You look up and the sight of your blindfolded eyes almost cause my mushroom head to brush against your moist lips. Instead, you taste chocolate followed by the cashew beneath the coating. I wait until you finish to insert hard plastic. Now you moan, swirling your tongue eagerly about the vibrator. I take the time to fuck your mouth, sometimes withdrawing the object, your tongue searching to lick its shaft. We play this game until your moans turn to pants and I comply in reaching down to part the crotch of your drenched panties, eliciting a loud groan. I allow you one last lick and proceed to insert the toy to which you easily accept. I barely replace the crotch confining the intruder within before feeding you another hard object. Your hands jerk at the ice cube but you hold it in your mouth, almost welcoming its contrast to your meltdown below. After you adjust to the cold, I turn on the remote and you succeed in keeping the icecube, moaning over the buzzing of the pleasure inside you. Your fingers dance sensually beside the knot that holds those wrists together. I reach down and your face me again, your thighs tense at the trails I make, gathering your nectar over my fingers which I coat my thick shaft with. I can tell you are done with the icecube due to the louder, unmuffled noises from you. At last, you feast greedily, tasting your own juices mixed with my essence, your arms behind you somehow matching the rhythm of your mouth. Feeding your hunger, I stand still, granting you free access.
Judging from the intensity, you can hardly wait for dessert.
triad, that was just...well, yummy!! Loved it!
Why did I not know this thread was here???!!!???
~looks at Lews, then at Mad~
Wow, making her wait for what she most wants in her mouth...that really hit home. Very nice!
Nice thread! I only just discovered it. Wouldn't it be nice to have a subforum called Short Takes?
Here is one by me:
When going to bed, she never knew what to wear. He always chose for her. She enjoyed the little surprise, lifting her pillow and watching what he had put there.
It was almost never any pajamas pants, on rare occasions a thong. Mostly, he let her sleep in a short night gown with nothing under, or his favourite, in nothing but a tight T-shirt that she could not pull down past her waist. Once in a while, there was nothing under the pillow, so she slept in the nude. Sometimes, a pair of cuffs was added to the outfit. She usually liked cuffs, but since she had explained to him that she did not sleep well in them and would never object to him waking her up with sex anyway, he had almost never wanted her to wear them during the night.
This night was different. There was a new garment under her pillow, a big, white shirt with long sleeves.
"I will help you with that", he said. "It is buttoned up on the back."
He took it from her and held it up, so that she could put her arms into the sleeves. Then he turned her around and started to pull the built in belts across her tummy, fastening them tightly. He buttoned her up all the way to her neck.
Meanwhile, she noticed that the sleeves were so long, her hands did not reach out of them. They were even longer than that. He took hold of her arms from behind and folded them, then draging the sleeves so that she hugged herself tightly. The sleeves were fastened that way behind her back.
"This is a straight jacket!" she said.
"Yes, it is, dear. Now lets go to bed!"
He tucked her in. To be fair, it was much more comfortable lying in this than in the cuffs.
From below one would notice nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, those outdoor patrons of the restaurant not occupied by the dancing couple before them are engaged in their own conversations. The woman twirls suddenly, generating a welcomed breeze in the hot summer night and a more welcomed view of her charms. Alone, I remain oblivious to the crowd and at my table. Instead, my focus is several stories above me.
As still as the stars overlooking them, the gargoyles that line the top of the building remain motionless with one exception. The middle one which overlooks the restaurant appears to move slightly from time to time. In fact, it is not the statue that moves but you. Your arms and legs are pulled severely behind you, wrapping along the stone surface in a reverse hug and secured to the wings of your companion. Another rope circles over the body of the beast and your waist keeping both of you together. The last rope runs through your teeth forcing you to stare straight ahead and slightly down, the back of your head resting against the protruding jaw where the water exits.
But the only moisture present is the sweat coating every inch of your sculpted body as you struggle in your bondage. Despite the various carvings grazing your milky skin, you shift again, trying to bring your wide sprayed legs together. For good reason.
Pondering over the dessert options at the end of my five course meal, I reach for my phone to seek your opinion. Slowly, I tilt my sight higher as I dial the number. Other couples have joined in the dancing and the tapping of their feet grew as the music reaches a crescendo.
However, all you can hear is the ring tone of your phone as it vibrates within you, giving in to gravity as you give in to pleasure, your moans reaching fortissimo.
At least I didn't pick a raining night.
triad,
Umh exactly where is she carrying that cell phone?
Oh don't tell me , let me guess :)
Mad Lews
Hey, Mr. Mad! I've got something for your thread. Hope it's okay that I'm sticking it here.
And this was written when I was in one of my romantic moods. I know, I gag too just thinking of it. But it was only a mood, so it's gone now. Still, don't think what came of it is that bad. Anyway, for your reading pleasure (I hope)...
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Encounter
She was so ready for him to be with her. He had told her to wait in his room, so she had. The lights were glowing dimly and she was curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room, her eyes turning to the door when he entered. Her breathing quickened as he approached her, her breasts shifting under her black silk gown. He looked down at her, a smile on his lips. Her gaze rose to meet his, and the intensity she found in his eyes made her gasp slightly. All her soul would ever desire was standing before her, looking down and smiling. He reached out his hand, his fingers gripping her leg, pulling it towards him. She shifted, her legs now spread. Leaning forward, he slowly slid his hand down her inner thigh. She watched his movements, watched as he pushed the gown farther up her leg. As he sat down beside her, his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. His hand moved closer and closer to her wet, throbbing center, and as he deepened the kiss, he slid two of his fingers up and down her hot slit, teasing her.
“Please…oh yes, please?” Her whispered words were music to his ears.
He smiled against her lips as he teased her unmercifully. She was panting in the kiss and her legs were spread wider now. Her hips pumped up against his hand.
“That’s it, my pet. Let me hear you beg.” He murmured his words against her mouth.
She moaned out, wanting to feel his fingers inside her. Whispering her desperate pleas over and over, she pushed up against his hand again, and then felt the very breath leave her body as he pushed two fingers inside her already sloppy wetness. He pumped his fingers hard and deep inside her. She gripped his arm with her hand as he probed deeply. His other hand slid sensuously up her body and she moaned out again as his hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing hard. She was rocking on his hand as he played with her tits, her moans louder when he bent his head to bite her sensitive nipple. Breath hissed past her lips as she felt his teeth bite deeply into her flesh.
Suddenly he pulled away from her, sliding his fingers from her cunt. His large hand fisted in her hair and pushed her down to his impossibly hard cock. She fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, desperate for the feel of him. Finally, she had her prize- his big cock against her eager lips. She swirled her tongue over the tip, looking up at him as he groaned out. She took it deeper in her mouth, wanting to feel the entire length of his hard, silky shaft filling her. Her lips closed tightly over his smooth cock. As she moved her mouth up and down the length of him, she moaned around his pulsing flesh, completely unable to control herself. He pushed into her mouth, his cockhead bumping back against the opening of her throat. She almost gagged as he pushed in too deeply that first time, but she willed her throat to relax so he would be more easily taken down. He fucked her mouth roughly and relentlessly. She loved when he used her this way, taking from her for his pleasure.
He pulled out of her mouth, making her whimper at the loss, and moved to straddle her face. The sight of his heavy, cum-filled balls moving above her face made her beg once again. She didn’t need his command to attend to them, but she loved hearing his lust filled voice growl out his wishes. Almost as if it were the first time, she marveled at the taste and feel of his smooth sac against her tongue. Lapping at them as a kitten does milk, she teased and pleasured as if her life depended on it. Her tongue circled over his balls in a figure eight pattern, lingering for a moment on that sweet, sweet spot at the base of his scrotum. His groan as she licked back towards his ass made her smile in sheer delight. Ever mindful of his desires, she opened her mouth wide under his body and sucked one of the sensitive orbs into her mouth. She moaned around it as she sucked it gently into her mouth. For wonderfully exquisite moments, she sucked and licked and teased his balls, all while one of her hands continued to stroke his hard length. The sounds he made fueled her already wild passions. She literally had to fight not scream out as he allowed her this gift, the feeling being that perfect inside her warm, wet mouth.
Much too soon, she thought, he shifted away from her. He smiled as he whispered, “turn around.” He pulled her up by her arms and turned her, pushing her over the arm of the plush sofa. She panted for him as his hands immediately spread her ass open. He pulled her wide apart, then leaned down and pushed his tongue against her tight hole. Between licks, he taunted, “I’m going to fuck your tiny hole with this thick, hard cock. That’s what you need, isn’t it, lil’one? Tell me.”
The way his words stormed through her mind made it almost impossible to think. It was all she could do to manage a shaky “yes”. Her body shook as he licked into her hole, knowing his cock would be there next. He rose above her and without any preparation to open her up, stabbed his cock into her ass. She screamed out as he pushed in all the way, unable to control her cries as the pain shot through her. He began fucking her ass hard, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back towards him. He demanded her submission in word and deed.
“This…is…all…you…crave.” Each word emphasized with a painful thrust into her ass.
She screamed out her answer as he impaled her body on his cock. She felt his cock swell in her ass, knew he was going to fill her insides with his hot cum. He pushed in deep, growling out as he filled her. After he had emptied himself, he stroked in and out slowly, loving the way her body convulsed around his. Again, too soon for her, he broke contact, but spent some time looking at what he’d done to her now gaping hole, his fingers tracing over her tender flesh, appreciating the sight of his cum oozing from her ass. He let his fingers linger there for a few moments, watching as her hole quivered and puckered. Shifting behind her, he smacked her ass not gently at all, smiling as she moaned out in pain.
Then behind him, he felt a hand sliding up his back, massaging a bit on his shoulder. The passion flared inside him again, knowing what was next.
He looked down at the sofa, his little one curled up on her side. She had her eyes closed. “Baby, look what I’ve brought for you.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her head, her gaze settling on what- no- who was beside him. A woman, tall and beautiful, stood next to him. She had long dark hair, and a very wicked smile on her face. This stranger’s gaze was one of a predator who has just cornered its victim.
“Hello, there. That was a lovely performance I just had the pleasure of witnessing” Her voice was low and husky.
He watched as the two women visually feasted upon each other. He liked the contrast between them…one small and blonde, the other tall with a mane of dark hair. He pulled his blonde beauty up to her knees, leaning down so his lips were next to her ear. He whispered to her, “I know you want to surrender completely…tell me yes.” He pulled back to look her in the eyes.
“Y…yes…please?” she managed to whisper.
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Nice tessa,
A delightfully smutty romance that seems determined to cover all the bases for a Male Dom's wet dream :D
and then you throw in a kinky twist at the end just to keep us honest.
Loved it
Mad Lews
I was so hoping you'd notice me here! I sat all nice and quiet in the corner, waiting. ~smiles~
It was fun watching you. You give a good read, Mr. Mad, Sir.
tessa :wave:
Whew, I got a little warm reading that! Thanks, tessa
The last girl on Earth was sitting in a room.
He knocked on the door.
Um, wow! ~fans self~ A deliciously wicked tale, Tessa!
I was lying in the hammock when you disturbed my sleep. It wasn't really your fault considering you were tied to the hammock below me, our backs seperated by a web of rope. Tranquility had reigned throughout the lazy afternoon until your squirms and mewing ruined the peace. Again, the vibrating egg should take the blame but you make a great scapegoat. Plus, you always enjoy my punishments.
I had to stable you after planting you on your feet and you stood quietly, not questioning the change in position even when I removed the gag. Only when I removed the toy did you make a grunt of protest. Yet, you remained silent and kept your hands still besides you. Your intuition of an incoming punishment never ceases to amaze me or perhaps you don't want to appear too eager. Then again your soppy panties already gave you away.
I tugged at the waistband of the lone fabric on your otherwise naked body, driving it snug against you, eliciting a soft gasp. Satisfied, I bring your hands behind you, bending your elbows, securing each wrist to the other arm high above your back. Leaving you standing blindfolded and bound, I begin to disassemble the hammock, watching your legs part occasionally in response to a breeze. Gingerly, I guide you towards the tree that held us moments earlier, the grass soft beneath our feet. Facing you towards the other tree, I secured a rope to your bound arms and proceeded to thread it through the ring where the hammock originally hung. Taking the other end, I adjust it between your legs so that it barely grazes your crotch and tied it off to the other ring.
Before I could speak, you took a generous step forward before the realization of the predictament halted you. Everytime you take a step, your bound arms would drag the rope with you, shortening the length of rope between the trees, in effect, tightening and pressing the rope deeper against your crotch. Like a statue, you stood, patiently waiting for me to speak.
"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And for good luck..." I leaned over and gave you a passionate kiss before abruptly withdrawing.
"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And I think adding a little honey would make for good encouragement."
Against your protests and unbeknownst to you, I smeared some pina colada lube over your inner thighs.
"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And for some encouragement..." My voice trailed off as a riding crop caresses your behind.
Alright, here is my first pubic story…..lol Blame it all on Mad Lews. I also put into the September story contest............LOL
Thanks ML
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The Boars Head
Sitting in the The Boar’s Head Pub, I was contemplating the smell. Dank and musty, the smell of rotting wood mixed with fetid bodies and ancient layers of spilled wine and ale. The smoke from the fireplace hung in the air like the spirit I was trying to catch, always there but elusive. There were several knots of men gathered around small tables, happily drinking and engaging in reckless banter. My prey was here, I knew it, I could feel it with every instinct I had. She was here, my enigma, I had been tracking her for months, her trail ended here.
I watched the Friar through the dirty glass window, uncaring that he was mired in the muck of midden-heap, trudging on, waving his fist in the air, before bursting into the pub. The floor creaked as he staggered across the pub, pushing past the other patrons and plopping himself onto the first stool available, waiving for wine. A stream of unintelligible, slurred oaths, issued from his mouth, before slumping forward onto the table. The patrons seemed so accustomed to this behavior, no one gave him a second glance. The only one paying attention to him was the bar wench, her eyes never left him.
Even before the Friar had his arm down, the svelte beauty emerged from behind the bar with a tankard of wine. He wasn’t moving, as she leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder and the wine on the table near his hand. I watched intently as she whispered something into his ear, stirring him. He grumbled, gripping the tankard, nosily gulping down the wine before the wench glided away.
Leaning over the moldy bar, I tossed a coin to the serving wench. She was beautiful. Raven black hair hung in rings around her radiant face, hazel green eyes stared back at me with a challenge and a twinkling smile.
“Yes M’Lord, what can I do for you?” Her voice was lilting as she swayed towards me, tucking the gold coin into her waistband, and handing me a tankard of Ale.
“What’s your name, wench?”
“Leah, M’Lord” She said gracing me with a glorious smile.
“I’m not paying for the ale, I’m paying for information. I want to know everything you can tell me about Brother Hubret” Tilting my head, I indicated the lump of humanity slumped over the table, wrapped in coarse brown cloth. Her eyes changed and the smile faded instantly. Warily she drew back her hand and stood facing me.
“He’s just the Friar, M’Lord.”
I reached across the bar and took hold of her by the wrist. I could feel her trembling as I hauled her forward, twisting her arm behind her back. I turned so we were both facing the slumped form of Brother Hubert. Burying my head in her hair I could smell the warmth of her skin as I growled my question into her ear.
“Do you know who I am, girl?”
“No…no, M’Lord, I…I don’t. Please, your hurting me,” she stammered.
“I am Eric Von Ross, Witch Hunter General of the Bishop of Leithunstien, and you will answer my questions girl.”
She was trying to pull away but I held her fast, fingers griping tightly into her flesh. I knew I was hurting her, and was enjoying the feel of her slender helpless body.
“He’s a good man, M’Lord: he just gets into his cups sometimes, that’s all,” she said, trying to twist away.
“By that whisper, it appears you are on better terms then that. What did you say to him, girl?” I griped her tighter, shaking her for emphasis.
“I just said that his wine was there, that all M’Lord. Now let me go!” Her tone had become belligerent and she started to struggle in earnest. The feel of her body pressed to mine was arousing, but she was not the one I was looking for, not the one I wanted.
Releasing her with a not so gentle shove forward, she turned to glare at me, hand raised ready to strike. She was magnificent in her anger, color high in her cheeks, a blaze burning in her eyes, breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was obvious to me that she truly didn’t know who I was, or she would be showing more respect. In an annoying way it was refreshing, not being feared.
“Careful Girl, you’re not in any trouble yet. And if you know what was good for you, you best keep it that way,” I said without mirth. “You will answer my questions or I will have you burned at the stake. Not because I suspect you of witchcraft but because you dared to threaten me, and that’s just as good as being a witch. I am in no mood to suffer you, girl. Do I make myself clear?” She lowered her hand but the menacing glare never left her eyes.
“Yes, M’Lord, I understand you very well.”
“Good, I know that Brother Hubret spends most of his time here and I want to know why?”
“He comes here M’Lord because I prepare him his meals.”
“This isn’t the Ravenswood Inn: you don’t serve food here, so why would you do that for him?”
“Because I enjoy feeding him, he’s all alone M’Lord and I… someone has to care for him, and….I don’t charge him. He’s a cantankerous curmudgeon, but a kind man M’Lord, he loves everyone.”
“Alright, you feed him. I want to know who he sees when he is here, who does he talk to?”
“All of the towns men, they always come and talk to him. He is our Friar, M’Lord, they confess their sins.”
“No women, come to talk to him here?”
“No Sir, I only started keeping bar here a few months ago M’Lord. I’ve only ever seen him with men. The town’s women usually don’t come in here, it’s a pub.”
Our attention was drawn towards the commotion at the door. Four dusty, travel worn soldiers entered. All were wearing purple sashes, indicating that they were part of the Bishops guard. Instantly, conversation ceased, as all patrons quickly finished their drinks and began to leave. The appearance of Bishops guards seemed to unsettle the townsmen. I watched them giving the solders sideways glances as they scurried out the door, leaving us alone in silence.
Out from under my intent stare, Leah moved behind the safety of the bar, as I moved forward to greet my men, herding them into the darkest corner around a low table. I tossed Leah a purse of coins and told her to bring us whatever was best in the house. Glancing over at Brother Hubret, I saw he hadn’t noticed the entrance of new boisterous voices, he barley seemed conscious.
“Finally Ross, its good to see you, we have good reports.” the tallest guard said as we clasped hands. “We have been backtracking for days knowing we would catch up to you eventually.”
Leah arrived saying nothing, placing empty tankards and several dusty green bottles of wine on the table. She eyed us skeptically before turning to go.
“Alright Marcus, lets have it, how far has she gotten. I want to know everything you have found concerning my demon.”
“We used the Inn here as our hub, Ross, and I don’t think the towns’ people liked us much” he said, waving at the last person to leave. “We have ridden a week in all directions, questioning everyone. She seems to have gone no furtherer then the town here. We can find no evidence of her evil influence or any unexplained deaths. This town and its surrounding villages, all of the men are surprisingly happy. We don’t think she’s made it this far, Ross, or the people would be more afraid, her evil presence would have corrupted them.”
Before I had a chance to answer, the silence of the pub was rent with a thundering voice. We turned and watched in amazement as the Friar came to life, flailing his arms in the air.
“God, damn thy self, for the evil you truly are! You are nothing but the Devil we worship!” Brother Hubert bellowed towards the ceiling. He lifted his tankard, seeing that it was drained, and waived for another. “You are false, I say, false, you are not God, the Pagans are right. We should not bow before you ever again!” He shamefully covered his face as Leah came close. He was moaning to himself now, rocking back and forth, begging God for forgiveness.
She came through the curtains of the back room carrying a tray of food that smelled wonderful. It was overriding the foul stench that permeated everything. Without saying a word she arranged the plates on the table. Brother Hubert dropped his hands looking at her, sniffling, tears streaking his face.
“He will never forgive my blasphemy,” Brother Hubert sobbed, “and I fear His judgments. I will burn in hell fire for all eternity. You….you are an angle sent from heaven Leah; your ascendance to paradise is assured. Bless you, Leah, bless you.”
“Don’t you worry, you’re a good kind man and God loves you, now eat your meal. I know it’s you favorite, so there is plenty for you take with you,” She said gently stroking is shoulder.
My men and I were all watching this exchange appalled and enchanted at the same time. Brother Hubert had just condemned himself in front of us, the Bishops guards and Witch Hunter General, as a heretic, we could burn him without question. The gentle kindness that Leah showed him was heartwarming, the love that glowed in her face was mesmerizing. But what was capturing our thoughts the most was the smell of the food. It was making my stomach growl and I knew that my men were hungry after their long journey. I caught her attention and waived her over.
“Girl, my men and I are hungry; bring us some of whatever you just brought the Friar. I don’t care what it is, just bring it.”
“But M’Lord…I don’t…” she stammered.
“Don’t argue, Girl, just serve us.”
She appeared moment’s later, laden with food. Plates of dark glossy stew with big chunks of meat and vegetables along with several loaves of crusty bread. The aroma alone changed our focus form the task of demon hunting to the pleasures of gastronomy and good company. It was simple fair, but was delicious beyond anything I have ever eaten before. The stew was succulent and tender, the bread perfect. I could see why the Friar was drawn to eat here if this was a good example of what he was being served. Sated we were scraping our plates and sopping up the last remains of stew, when I brought the conversation back to task, directing the course of action on the path that I wanted it to follow. My men were loyal, never questioning my motives or methods in anything, and I was counting on that same unquestioning loyalty now. I needed them as far away from this place as possible.
“I think your correct Marcus, our Succubus never made it this far. I believe she has doubled back and is now moving north. I want you to go as far as the border and then spread out. If you find anything, send word to me immediately. I’m staying here to deal with our wayward heretic. And one last thing, Marcus, if you don’t hear from me soon, come back here and burn the heretic.”
“Yes, Sir, I understand. We won’t let you down, when we find her we’ll send word.” he said nodding as he left.
Yes, I thought, you do that Marcus, knowing full well that he would never find her. I loved my men and I felt terrible for betraying them in this manner, but they could never know my true motivation, my lust, or passion for my enigma. They could never know that I had fallen in love with a demon. They could never know the need I hand to find the demon who haunted my waking dreams.
They left without notice, leaving me alone with Brother Hubert. He was the center of this mystery; he was the only man within fifty miles that wasn’t visited. I had talked to everyone and come to the same conclusion, the men here were all happy. That alone was enough to arouse my interest. All of my experience told me that somehow he was the crux.
Sitting down with Brother Hubert I ordered several bottles of wine. Leah it appeared was very unhappy at this turn of events and frowned as she placed the bottles on the table. I filled our cups and pushed a full tankard into Brother Hubert’s hand, rousing him.
“Hello Brother, I’m Erik Von Ross and I have a few questions.”
His eyes came into focus and his demeanor changed instantly, even drunk, he knew who I was. He knew he was guilty of hearsay and afraid that I was there to collect him as a heretic, I could read that in his eyes. I was within my rights to burn him on a stake, and this gave me power over him.
“I want to confirm what I have been hearing form the town’s men, Friar, that they are having ‘Dreams’. Their dreams are about a woman of their deepest fantasies, a woman who will do their slightest bidding, their most depraved desires. A woman so alluring that many have taken to afternoon naps in the hopes of ‘Dreaming’ of her once more.”
“I want to know what the towns men are telling you about her, I want to know if she has appeared to you Brother Hubert.”
“It will be breaking the vow of the confessional if I tell you. I love my God and can not do that.” He said miserably.
“You will tell me what you know, Friar, or I will burn you for the heretic you are. You don’t have to tell me exactly, just give me a general idea of what is being said. That way you aren’t saying anything about anyone in particular.”
He thought hard about this for a moment, and took another long brink of wine, draining his tankard and pouring himself another. The threat and the wine were enough to loosen his tongue.
“A beautiful woman appears and loves them; she will perform their darkest desire. It is only a dream Sir. I think the men are competing on who has the best story. Each one has a wilder tale of conquest then the next man. I don’t believe them, Sir,” he said as his head began to droop forward.
“Do you know what a Succubus is Brother Hubert?”
“Yes Sir, I thought of that at first. But the men don’t die. If it was a Succubus the men would not live to tell the tale, they would have been drained to lifeless husks, once she was through with them.”
“So I take it that she has not appeared to you?”
“No Sir, I have no need of the pleasures of the flesh. It is against my vows. This is why I think it’s all lies Sir. If this was a demon, don’t you think that she would have visited me as well, considering she seems to visit every other man here? It is only a dream, a fantasy that they all share. It makes for good conversation, Sir.”
He was getting very drunk, his eyes were beginning to close, unconsciousness overtaking him as he slurred out one last question.
“Why… do you care ‘bout the townsmen’s… dreams Sir?” he asked slumping forward.
“Can you hear me Friar?” I whispered to his unconscious form, it felt good to be confessing. “I care because she came to me. She loved me, Lilith of my dreams. I love her and will possess her, just as she has possessed me, if it dams my soul to burn in hell forever. I burn for her now, Friar, I am obsesses.”
I heard a soft gasp, Leah was standing there her hand covering her mouth. The puzzle was solved! I knew the answer, and before she had a chance to move, my knife was at the Friars throat.
“Now girl, you and I are going to have a talk, lock the door and sit down.”
I saw her hesitate and pushed the knife harder against the Friars neck to draw a thin line of blood, along with a satisfying grunt of pain. That was enough to halt her; she locked the door and submissively sat across the table from me, tears forming in her eyes.
“You are my Lilith, aren’t you girl, the one in my dream? You look different buy I am sure it is you.”
“Yes Sir, I am. I appear in the form that most pleases the beholder.” she whispered.
“Then I want you to change, you will appear to me as my Lilith from now on.”
Her features changed instantly. Her dark hair turned into rings of deep shiny copper, her hazel green eyes turned glittering emerald green. There she was, my Lilith, the demon I ached for, and I had found the key to hold her, Brother Hubert.
“You will explain this all to me or I will kill him, I know you care for him succubus, so don’t push me. You will answer my questions or he dies. First question; how do you stay in human form for so long, I thought you only sprit?”
“I must feed often, Sir, it is the only way. I must… feed.” Tears formed in her eyes and she looked so mournful. I couldn’t believe that this was an evil succubus of ledged.
“Succubus kill, girl. You visit every man in the area and you haven’t killed once. You prey on the men at the Inn, and you haven’t killed. You didn’t kill me, Why?”
“I must feed to stay in this form, Sir; I have no need to kill. But I must stay in human form so I feed often. I am capable of killing, but I do not wish to kill. I feed their dreams as I feed from the men. I receive what I need and in return I give them their deepest fantasies.” She said, as slow tears rolled off her cheek.
“So you take pleasure in doing this?” I almost didn’t want to hear the answer, but I had to know.
“No, there is no pleasure in what I do. Others of my kind find pleasure in the act, but I do not, it is only survival to me” She said flatly. “Is what I do so terrible Sir? The town’s people are not frightened and the men are all happier then they have ever been. How am I hurting anyone? I fulfill their needs, their passions, and I don’t harm them.”
“Why do you need to stay in human form, Lilith?”
Ah, there was a question she didn’t want to answer; she was tensing, but careful not to make any overt movements, the knife I held to Friars neck stayed her. What she didn’t understand was that I needed her to stay in human form. I wanted her for myself. I would do anything to keep her here…with me. And if that meant killing a few townsmen, so be it.
“I need to stay in this form, Sir, because… I love Hubert.” Her eyes rested on Brother Hubert with such love that I could have killed him for that alone. “I care for him,” she said, “I feed him. I feed him without receiving anything in return. He does not see me as other men. He does not desire me only for sex. He loves me as he loves another member of his flock. He sees me as human. I love him and I can’t explain it any better then that. I love him enough to allow you to see me, to let you know my secret.”
As I watched, her form shimmered becoming translucent for a heartbeat. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. The look in her eyes as she watched the blade I held to Brother Hubert’s neck was filled with so much love and caring it was moving. But I had purpose that I would not waiver from.
“You need to feed, don’t you Lilith?”
“Yes Sir, I didn’t feed today. I didn’t want to leave him here alone with you. I knew who you were, and Hubert was in danger. I can’t stay like this much longer without feeding Sir.”
“How long does it take you to feed, and must they be asleep?”
“It only takes moments, Sir. No they do not need to be asleep; it just makes it easier if they think I am a dream.”
“Good. I don’t care if you love him. I don’t care if you love me, but that is preferable. What I do care about is that you submit to me, because I love you. You will submit to me in any fashion that I see fit, or he dies. You will only feed from me now. Do you understand? And know this Lilith, if anything happens to me, my men will be back, and the Friar will die. He was the last person of interest to us and I left instructions” I said lowering my knife.
“So do you understand the terms of your loves survival?”
“Yes. I must submit to you or he dies.”
Before I knew what was happening, I was dreaming. Lilith was underneath me, legs firmly wrapped around my waist as I pumped my lustful seed deep within her undulating body, the bliss that I had known once before, overtaking me. As quickly as we began it was over, the real world was coming back into focus. We were sitting as we were moments before. I knew I was a damned soul; I would do anything now to keep her in human form and in my life.
To her horror, I undressed and sat down, uncaring if the Friar woke up.
“Now my beautiful Lilith, a taste of real life, I want to see that magnificent nude body of yours over my knees. I want to watch as you undress and come to me, you’re going to lay yourself across my knees and not say a word”
My pleasure soared as she submitted to me, slowly removing her clothing. She was round and voluptuous, skin glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. My eyes never left her as she laid her warm nude body over my legs. I ran a hand through her hair, grasping thick silky locks and holding tightly. I caressed her round bottom with my other hand, feeling the smooth, firm coolness of her skin before applying a few light smacks. I continued spanking until she was crying, her tears exciting me beyond belief. The feel of her squirming body on my legs and under my hand was thrilling. I watched as her rapidly reddening fundament warmed under my hand, bouncing as I applied each loving smack.
“I have ached for you ever since you first came to me, now you will learn to ach for me. This Lilith,” I said as I rubbed her hot round bottom, “was for taking something from me without permission, something you will never do again.”
Lifting her by the hair, I pushed her backwards onto the table, her head almost touching the hands of drunken Friar. Tears were running down her cheeks as I pushed her legs apart and back.
“Don’t move, I want look at you, because your mine now, and will worship only me.”
I watched as her beautiful body was racked with sobs of humiliation, being displayed like this. Dangerous as she knew she was trapped, and I was savoring the moment. I had tamed my Demon, and I was elated, aroused beyond belief.
“Now, Lilith,” I said, fingering her clit, and sliding three fingers into her cunt “you will never take anything from me again. From now on, I will feed you…..in the flesh, and you will learn pleasure.”
I drove myself into her as far as I could go, grinding my way in. She was warm….and to my surprise, wet. Her body rocked, as I took my pleasure from her body, her tears driving me on. She had turned her head and was looking at the Friar she loved, submitting to me to save his life. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head as a low groan escaped her throat.
“Yes, Lilith, this is what it is like to be feed in the flesh, so much better then in dreams.” I could feel her cunt start to spasm, grasping onto my cock. Her eyes snapped open in confusion as her hips started to grind back into me. Her face was a mask of raw lust, as she screamed with her first orgasm.
Pleasure shot up my spine, as I erupted into her cunt, filling her with my cum. I watched as her as her skin became more luminous, more “real,” as she feed.
“That my lovely Lilith is how you will receive what you need to survive form now on.”
She is all mine now, I thought, mine alone. And I loved her.
Very good. I liked it. Well written from the first person pov. It pulled me in. I have to thank Mad for whatever he did to get you to post it. Looking forward to more.
Wow......thank you...........*breathing a sigh of relief that you liked it*
That was excellent, Thrall. Loved the mix of themes and the way you turned the Succubus thing on its head, the story didn't go where I expected it to.
She was regretting it now.
She wished she had not done it.
She tried to speak, tried to apologise, but to know avail. All that came out was muffled, nonsensical mumbling. The bright red ball-gag stuffed into her mouth saw to that. She struggled to move her arms, her wrists, but they were tightly bound above her pretty little head. The stirrups held her legs wide apart, making her most intimate regions open and fully accessible. She was naked, except for the dog collar around her soft neck.
She regretted what she had done.
If only she'd known.
On the clinical, pristine walls of this medical room, or rather prison, she saw that pictures of her and the married man she had been having an affair with were hung. She knew he was married, but what she did not know was that he was married to a gynaecologist She moaned into her gag at the realisation that she was now in the hands of his vengeful wife, who stod, observing, dressed in a Doctor's Coat, looking very respectable. She looked at the captive with utter contempt.
"Hello, Little Whore."
The wife stroked the girl's soft body, running her long fingernail's through the captive's dark, long, raven hair. She whimpered, her eyes full of fear as she looked up at the woman she had wronged.
"Don't worry, little cunt, I'm not going to hurt you. But you need to be brought under control. You will be made to cum, and cum, and cum."
She sobbed.
"You liked it when my hubby fucked you, when he pounded your dripping wet pussy, when he fucked your brains out and ate your honeypot, so don't pretend to me you are some poor little innocent."
The wife moved between the girl's wide open legs, pulling along the equipment trolley with her. The girl's opening was presented and fully accessible, "Mmmm...you are going to make it up to me by being my personal FuckToy". As the captive felt her cunt being stretched open by an enormous dildo, she regretted what she had done. As she was brutally stuffed and fucked by the woman she had wronged, she wished she had not spent those evenings sucking the husband's big, hard cock and being rammed by it. This dildo was bigger than even that cock. She grimaced and squirmed in her bonds, as a vibrator was applied to her clit. That really made her lose control. And, as she lost control of her pussy, the wife seized it, manipulating it, mastering it, moulding the pussy to her liking.
As that night went on, speculums, butt-plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps and just about every humiliation possible were inflicted on the girl. Her wide open crotch was a playground for her captor. The Gynaecologist built a device especially for her captive, one that would mean the total loss of sexual independence. Sure enough, it was inserted into the obvious hole.
A year later, the girl's life had changed. As she sat on her sofa, reading, she felt a sudden shock in her crotch, and her mobile rang.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Little Cunt, its time for your weekly Service...I want your holes over here in 30 minutes!" The buzzing in her pussy left her little choice but to obey.
She regretted what she had done.
She wished she had not done it.
Especially as she was now a Gynaecologist's FuckToy.
Very well done Thrall, and interesting twist upon the expected. Good luck with the contest.
Mr. Veide, an interesting vignette. Hotwired at the OBGYN, hell hath no fury...
Thanks Mad..............hugs