Dream byMountainMiscellanist

The core of this short story came to me in a dream. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed waking that morning!

Comments welcomed.
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The old fishing boat chugged across the mirrorcalm water. Sitting on a small bench just in front of the wheelhouse, you were entranced by the space and the calm, and you let your mind flood with sensations. The bright red paintwork of the guardrails, the deep blue sky, the green and yellow of the lobster pots in the bow, the rainbow colours of the passengers' bags piled on deck. The fresh sea air, tinted with the clean smell of fish. The powerful rhythmic throb of the diesel engine. The warmth of the northern sun on your face.
You'd seen startlingly white gannets and the distant black wheels of porpoises, rolling through the water, but now your eyes were focused on the small island looming larger ahead of you, your home for the next ten days.
This was the first time you'd been to the Western Isles, but here you were, a volunteer visiting a remote island in the Hebrides to help uncover and explore the archaeological relics left behind by Iron Age farmers and fisherfolk over two thousand years before. A storm in the winter had exposed the remains of two roundhouses close to a beach on the far side of the island, and you'd be helping to stabilise access paths and build drains and banks to protect the remains from the ravages of the coming winter. There was an active dig going on, and you hoped to be able to join in with that too, sifting the sandy soil for ancient artefacts and generally helping the professional archaeologists and helpers who were here for the whole summer.
You'd signed up on a whim, searching for some escape from day to day life, and, you admitted to yourself in quiet moments, from an unrewarding relationship that seemed to have run its course. There were seven of you on the trip, five men and two women, including you. You'd got to know each other in the last 24 hours since you'd met up in Fort William. Overnight in a small hotel, out for supper together, and then a long minibus trip and two island ferries before you boarded this last boat, hired for the afternoon to get you all and essential supplies out to the island.
The island was beautiful, a jewel set in the deep blue of the Atlantic. The late summer sun glistened on the water and picked out the browns, greens, yellows and greys of the sloping hills as you rounded a headland, bringing the harbour into view. Away to the left you could now see the big old house, still home to the family that had owned the island for three centuries, and which they has generously put at the disposal of the historians and archaeologists for the summer. You felt a pang of envy for those that had spent their whole season here, rather than the scant days you could afford to take off from work.
The boat nosed its way into the entrance of the small harbour, slipping between the rugged stone walls, battered and weathered by hundreds of years of Scottish storms. You watched the crew, unerringly throwing ropes and effortlessly looping them round bollards and cleats to secure the boat alongside. Straining your eyes against the low sun, you looked up at the welcoming party that had gathered on the quayside to meet you and your fellow passengers.
As you sat and watched, bags were heaved up onto the quayside by the crew of the makeshift ferry, and the seven waiting volunteers climbed ashore. You climbed up last, a strong reassuring hand of one of the fishermen holding your arm to steady you as you stepped from the moving boat onto the ancient rusty iron rungs set into a recess in the harbour wall. The tide was high, and you only had a couple of steps before you were on terra firma, and being drawn into the hubbub of handshakes and name swapping and welcome by the local helpers, the laird and a couple of the archaeologists.
That was when you first saw her. Just as she lifted a bag - yours - and turned to carry it over to an old green landrover, already piled with rucksacks, bags and yaksacks.
You were mesmerised. There was something about her. Bronzed from working in the sun and the wind. Lean and toned from the physical activity. Small breasts under a dark cotton shirt. Long dark hair pulled into an untidy knot. But there was more than the physical. Confidence. An air of satisfaction with the world, of being happy with life, comfortable in her skin.
You realised you were staring, brought back to your senses by an eager smiling elderly man (who you later learned was Tony, the head of the dig) taking your hand and shaking it firmly, welcoming you and thanking you for giving up your time. By the time you looked back she had closed the rear gate of the landrover and was heading to the driver's door. She climbed in, revved the engine, engaged the gears with a crunch and slowly drove the old warhorse across the bumpy quayside and out onto the empty road to the big house.
Shaking your head and wondering what had come over you, you refocused on the huddle of people about you, and were soon immersed in the excitement of the evening and anticipation of the coming days.
By the time you had all been herded into a battered minibus and driven slowly up to the house, there was no sign of the mystery woman. The landrover was parked in the courtyard and the bags neatly stacked behind it, but the driver had disappeared somewhere into the depths of the house or the surrounding buildings. Collecting your bags, you were ushered into the grand entrance hall where the lady of the house took great pleasure in welcoming you each by name and allocating bedrooms. Some people had to share, as had been expected, but you were delighted to find that you'd been given a room to yourself, at the top of the old house.
You climbed the grand staircase, and then a steeper one which led to a long landing. Opening the door to your room you couldn't help but smile. A big bed and a wide window which flooded the room with light and let in the sound of the sea on the rocks of the shore below.
You quickly unpacked and took off your travelgrimed clothes, enjoying the illicit thrill of nakedness in front of the wide open views. Wrapping a towel round you, you walked down the corridor to find the bathroom. You seemed to have the whole floor to yourself, and luxuriated in the hot water of the shower as you washed off the sweat of a long hot day's travelling.
Clean now and just standing naked with the water running down your body, your thoughts returned to the woman. You'd only seen her for a moment, but something had struck you, captivated you. A fundamental feeling of attraction. Of rightness. Desire even. You found your hands stroking your skin as you thought of her, fingers gentle on the inside of your thigh.
Your reverie was interrupted by a knocking sound in the plumbing, and a sudden gush of cold water from the shower. You stepped out of the water and turned off the taps. As you dried yourself off you again wondered what had got into you. What was it about the woman that fascinated you, that drew you to her?
Back in your room you threw on jeans and a clean t-shirt, and headed down for a briefing and supper.
Downstairs, surrounded by the comfortable trappings of a family rooted in history, all the volunteers were gathering, along with some of the organisers and archaeologists. There was tea and coffee, and some maps and diagrams on flipcharts. All fascinating, but you found yourself distracted, looking for her.
Iain, the laird, welcomed everyone to his house, and gave a brief history and a few house rules. You smiled as he said that unfortunately hot water was sometimes limited, and that the showers could quickly turn from hot to cold if you used too much. His family had owned the island for centuries, and he was eager to know more about what his predecessors had done here, over 2000 years before. Tony, the dig leader, started his briefing, as you sat in a battered but comfy armchair. He explained the ancient history of the island, the previous finds, the discovery of the roundhouses and the progress of the excavations. Each of the team of scientists and helpers introduced themselves, as did all the volunteers and you listened patiently, but there was no sign of your mystery woman. But then Tony said "Where's Sandi?", and she appeared at the door, smiling a little shyly, wiping her hands on a tea towel.
"Hi. I'm Sandi, one of the archaeologists." She scanned the room as she spoke, but suddenly settled on you. Her eyes locked onto yours and the room seemed to go silent. You felt a calm warmth and was drawn into her, as you were before, but it seemed she was the feeling the same. Spellbound, looking deep into you.
Tony coughed, and the trance was broken, She looked down at her hands and managed to stammer "Sorry. Can't stay now. I'm on kitchen duty tonight. I'll see you all later." A last glance up and a last look into your eyes and she was gone.
You were aware of the man next to you looking at you.
"Do you know her?"
"Umm. No.", you mumbled unconvincingly, as Tony started to wind up the session.
"I think that's about all for tonight. Duties for tomorrow are on the notice board in the hall. Drinks on the terrace behind you in 10 minutes. And supper in the dining room at 7.
Chat and conversation bubbled up, but you needed a bit of space, and headed for the doors to the terrace.
The view was stunning. A light breeze had sprung up - enough to keep the midgies at bay, Tony had promised - but it was still warm. The sun was starting to slant lower, sending a fan of orange reflections across the calm sea.
Confusing thoughts crowded your mind. What was the matter with you? Who was she? Why were you feeling this way? She was a complete stranger. Was she feeling it too?
Others drifted out onto the terrace to enjoy the view and the space. Drinks arrived on an ancient trolley and the evening sunshine was filled with chatter and relaxed laughter. There was no sign of Sandi, but you chatted with your fellow volunteers and the dig team. You were excited to be here, doing something so different, with new people, and looked forward to the morning when you could start work, maybe with Sandi ...
A gong announced dinner and everyone filed into the dining room and found a seat. Your eyes lit up as Sandi appeared from the kitchen, looking slightly sweaty in a white t-shirt and carrying a large cauldron. "Chicken and barley casserole", she called out. "Please come and help yourself." She looked up and saw you. But this time she smiled a small shy smile as she found your eyes. You instinctively smiled back, and then she was gone again, tea towel over her shoulder, heading back to the kitchen. You watched her go, wisps of her hair escaping from the confines of her hairband, strong shoulders, and a toned bum swaying in tight faded jeans. You felt a tingle inside, the sort of erotic tingle that had eluded you for months.
You got up and filled a plate with an enticing mixture of vegetables, chunks of chicken and swollen barley. As you turned to return to the table, she re-appeared with a big basket of bread. Another exchange of smiles, and she followed you back to your chair. As you sat down she leaned forward past you, putting the bread on the table and letting her chest rub across your shoulder. You closed your eyes and luxuriated in the touch. You thought you felt a little hardness, and when you turned saw the telltale sign of her hard nipples pressing against the white material.
"Thank you Sandi." you said looking into her eyes.
"You're welcome, Sarah."
She turned away, smiling, back to her duties.
Sarah? She'd found out your name. Looked it up somewhere, or asked someone.
The evening went on merrily. with chatter and laughter fuelled by the wine and beer. Iain insisted that everyone had a wee dram before retiring, an old family tradition, and everyone was feeling relaxed and satisfied. Sandi hadn't joined the party, but you felt calmer now you'd said hello and felt her close. You would be on this small island with her for the next ten days and surely that would give you time to get to know her.
Aware of the early start the next day, people started to say goodnight and head off to bed. As you stood and headed for the hall, Sandi reappeared in the door. With more smiles she gave you a brief goodnight hug, as if she'd known you for years.
"Sleep well." she whispered in your ear as you felt strong arms holding you against her toned body, those hard nipples again, and her cheek brushing yours. It was over in a moment, but filled you with warmth and genuine smiles as you said "You too." and reluctantly let go of her.
Heading up the curving staircase with a spring in your step, you glanced over your shoulder to see her watching you go, still smiling.
Back in your room your mind was filled with that hug, and the feeling of her body against yours. You hadn't felt like this since you were a teenager, butterflies in your tummy and a tell-tale tingling rooted between your legs.
You stripped off your clothes, put on a long t-shirt to sleep in, and climbed into bed, still thinking of her, and still surprised by the depth of your feelings. It wasn't as if you normally fancied women, not since a crush and a brief fling when you were 19. But your desire for Sandi felt good and right. In fact everything about her felt right, apart from the strange fact that you were so attracted to this mystery woman that you had exchanged no more than half a dozen words with.
You found yourself wondering what she looked like naked, stripping away her clothes in your mind. You saw her small breasts with their hard nipples. You imagined the curve of her bum without those tight jeans, and her smooth strong thighs. You mentally stripped away her knickers to see trimmed dark hair. You opened her legs to uncover her lips, and slipped your finger between them, finding the wetness. You pushed a finger into her, and heard her moan and push back against you.
As your mind wandered round and explored her body, your own fingers were busy, stroking your breasts and holding your nipples. Slipping lower between your open legs, opening your own lips and feeling the wet slipperiness, just as you had with hers. Two fingers sliding in and out, two on the other hand drawing circles around your clit. Then faster and faster, until your whole body was focused on driving yourself towards a shuddering orgasm. The duvet was kicked to the side as your fingers pistoned in and out of you, back arched, the other hand stroking furiously at you clit.
Faster, harder, faster, harder ...
... until you felt the dam break and the wave wash over you, every muscle tense as the orgasm tore through your body.
You slumped back onto the bed. Smiling. Satisfied. Breathing hard. Happy.
With the sound of the sea coming in through the open window, the long day, the drink at supper and the release and exhaustion of a gorgeously physical orgasm, you quickly drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.
It was hard to tell what woke you. Maybe the creak of a floorboard in the corridor, or the first sounds of the door handle being turned. Whatever it was, your eyes were open as she slipped quietly through the door and turned to face you. You could see her clearly in the dawnlight as she slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and let it slide down her naked body and pool on the floor at her feet.
As she crossed the room you took in every inch and curve of her strong supple body. Reaching the bed she leaned forward, her hands on the pillow either side of your head, and softly kissed your lips. Pushing the duvet to one side you reached up, running your fingertips over her skin.
Pulling back she climbed onto the bed, kneeling astride your thighs. Still saying nothing, she reached for the bottom of your t-shirt and you arched your back and then lifted your shoulders to help her slide it off your body. You felt exposed and naked, but very ready for whatever was to come. The faint aroma of your earlier orgasm lingered.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against you, and kissed you again, harder this time. You kissed her back, relishing the feel of her lips and then her tongue, playing and toying with yours. Your hands went to her bum, pulling her down against you, her short hair rubbing against you, hips grinding together in a raw lust you hadn't felt for years.
Her mouth left you and her lips went to your neck, then your shoulder, then your nipple. She sucked hard, playing with you with her tongue, her hand stroking and exploring the other breast and her long hair caressing your body as she moved. She gorged herself of you, urgently kissing and sucking. Shifting her legs, she parted your thighs with her knee, allowing you to rub yourself against her. She added a hand, her palm pushing against your clit and her fingers finding and probing you. You pushed back against her and abandoned yourself to her touch, eyes closed.
She moved lower and replaced her palm with her lips, kissing and sucking your clit, two fingers deep inside you now, sliding in and out of you. Her tongue started to circle your clit and she added a third finger, filling you and stretching you. You bucked your hips against her, driving yourself into her lips and the relentless assault of her fingers. You were ready. You could feel the passion building and knew your orgasm wasn't far away.
Her tongue flicking your clit pushed you over the edge. You arched your back, your hands in her hair holding her against you, body in spasm as wave after wave coursed through you, her fingers deep inside you and her lips locked around your clit.
Your body went limp and your arms flopped to your sides. Opening your eyes you saw her smiling face as she slid her body back up yours. She slipped an arm under your neck and pulled your head onto her chest, nestled on her small soft breasts. You were sated and exhausted. Closed your eyes. Fell into a deep sleep.
It was light when you awoke. Your head was on the pillow and you had a sudden panic that she had gone. Or that it had all been a figment of your imagination.
Turning your head and opening your eyes you found her next to you, smiling at you in the morning sunshine.
"You're still here!"
"Always."
She pulled you to her naked chest again, and kissed your forehead.
"Always."

Julie's Torment byGulliver©

Feedback always welcome of course. Feel free to let me know what you would like to have happen in future chapters. Please don't write to tell me my women's breasts are too big though. For the record, my first wife was 40D and my current wife is 44DD.

Julie Fry sat in her office, with the door closed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Her world had come crashing down around her ears that morning, and she was not sure what she could do about it.

As the Accounting Manager for Larsen Construction, she had, for the last 3 years systematically embezzled over $150,000. Phony invoices, from phony companies, the checks all ending up in her husband's bank account. She had, like all criminals, assumed that she would never get caught, but she was wrong.

That morning Rick Larsen, the owner of the company, had called her into his office and confronted her with the evidence, proving her malfeasance. There was nothing she could say. He had offered her little choice. Either a certain 10 years in jail for both her and Hal, her husband, or complete sexual servitude for a period of one year.

'Yes,' he had said, 'You can go to the police and file blackmail charges, and I may do 6 months in jail, but you will still do at least 10 years. So take your choice. For the next year you will be my complete sexual slave. You will submit to whatever I wish you to, whenever I wish, with whoever I wish. You will be subjected to the most extreme sexual activities, punishments etc that you can imagine.'

He had handed her a typed agreement and told her to look at it. The agreement merely reiterated what he had just told her.

'If you agree, sign it , and be at my house at 8pm tonight. If you choose not to, the police will be at your door by 8.30.' He handed her a small suitcase. 'This is what you will wear, if you come. Tell your husband that he is to stay at home and I will communicate with him by computer.'

Julie sat and wondered what was to become of her. The thought of 10 years in jail absolutely horrified her, but the thought of sexual slavery was almost as scary.

Julie Fry' 29 years old, shoulder length, sandy colored hair, 5'6' tall and about 150 lbs, a little on the heavy side she knew. Her large breasts, 38D, not quite as firm as they had been 10 years earlier, and her large ass, also 38, were her best features, and she was, quite frankly a little scared about how they would be used and abused.

After about an hour Julie realized that she did not really have a lot of options. She signed the agreement, slid it under Rick's office door, left the office and went home.

She had spoken to her husband Frank earlier, and told him what was happening. He said simply that it was her decision, and that he would support whatever she decided.

At 6.30 that evening Julie took a shower, and then opened the suitcase Rick had given her. 'Oh God,' she thought as she pulled out the clothes and began to put them on. A red satin, push up bra, with matching panties, both a size too small so that they fitted like they were painted on. A matching garter belt with charcoal nylons and 4' black heels. A small black dress completed the outfit. Cut low in front so that the upper slopes of her tits were exposed, the skirt hemmed about 5' above her knees, just covering the nylon tops.

At 8pm promptly Julie rang the bell at Rick's house.

'Come on in' he said as he opened the door. 'I am glad you decided to accept this alternative. Now take your coat off.'

Julie obeyed, exposing the outfit he had chosen for her.

'Very nice,' he said as he reached to cup one of her tits, squeezing hard. She pulled back, and his hand came up and slapped her face hard.

'Don't you dare pull back from me slut' he growled. 'Now get downstairs to the funroom.' He laughed as he said this, and led her down the stairs.

'Oh God' Julie thought as she looked at the room. A couple of couches and a small table sat in the middle of the room, while the walls were covered in various punishment tools, whips, clamps, gags, dildos and various stocks, tables and other devices she was scared to even think about.

'Welcome to my world' said Rick 'And to my friends' indicating two men sitting on one of the couches. 'Go and say Hi to them.'

As Julie slowly made her way over to the couch Rick started up the four video cameras, one in each corner of the room, and set the digital, still cameras, four also, to operate in automatic mode, shooting one picture every twenty seconds.

Returning to where Julie was standing Rick indicated the guy on the left and introduced him as John, and the other as Paul. Both men appeared to be in their forties: John about 5'10' and 175 lbs with dark brown hair: Paul about 6' and 200 lbs with light brown hair. Rick, himself, also stood about 6' and 200 lbs, with dirty blonde hair.

'O.K. guys, it's Friday and she is all ours till Sunday, to do whatever we like with, and to her.'

'Right' said John, 'Let's see what we have here. Pull your skirt up babe.'

Julie, very hesitantly grasped the hem of her dress and raised it a couple of inches.

John reached forward and slapped her leg. 'Come on bitch, all the way.'

Julie pulled her dress up to her waist revealing her nylons, tight panties and garter belt.

Paul reached forward and ran his hand over the front of her panties. 'Ummmm very nice,' he said. Rick meanwhile had pulled the back of her dress up, showing her panties stretched tightly across her big ass. 'Oh yes very nice' he said. I am gonna just love whipping this and fucking it too.'

'Let's see her ass Rick,' John said. Rick grabbed Julie's hair, spun her around and bent her over at the waist. 'Oh yes,' John said 'A beautiful big ass.' He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her right asscheek. Julie squealed 'Shut up slut,' John growled as he continued to rain slaps on her ass. 'Let's see those tits too,' Paul said.

Rick pulled Julie erect by her hair and turned her to face the two men. Pulling down the zipper of her dress to her waist, he then pulled down the front of her dress exposing her bra-clad tits. The tight fitting pushup bra barely covered Julie's nipples. John reached out to pinch one of her nipples. Julie cried out, and tried to pull away. In response John slapped her hard on the exposed upper slope of her left tit. 'This bitch needs breaking,' he said. 'Let's get that dress off and get her over the table. I think a little punishment is in order to show her just who is boss here.'

'No, not yet,' Paul said .'I want as blow job first.'

'Oh no,' Julie screamed. 'I can't do this.'

Rick twisted Julie around and grabbed her chin in his hand and pulled her close, almost nose to nose. 'Look bitch, you do not seem to understand your position here. If you like you can walk out now, but if you do you will be in jail by noon tomorrow. Now make up your mind, either you go through with the agreement you signed or suffer the consequences.'

Julie agonized in her mind as tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew that she could never survive jail, and she was not too sure she could survive the next year of this either, but she knew she had no real choice. 'O.K.,' she whispered. 'Whatever you say.'

'That's better,' Rick said as he finished unzipping the dress and pulled it down for her to step out of. 'O.K. Paul, we will do both. I will whip her ass while she sucks you off. Now take it out for him.'

Julie bent over Paul, sitting on the couch and unzipped his pants. Julie reached inside and released his hard cock, a good thick 7'.'Now, spread those legs and get that ass up,' Rick said as he picked up a paddle. 'I am gonna paddle your ass till you make him cum.'

Julie obediently bent over at the waist and lowered her mouth to Paul's waiting cock. As her open mouth neared his hot pole, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard down onto his waiting cock.

Rick ran his hands over her large ass, admiring the way her panties clung to her like a second skin. Raising his paddle he brought it down hard on both cheeks. Julie jerked from the force of the blow. Meanwhile Paul was ramming his cock deep into her mouth, scraping the back of her throat. She began to suck hard on the hot cock raping her mouth, as Rick continued to rain blows down on her ass.

As Paul; and Rick continued to assault her, John crouched down and began to pull on her nipples. Despite her feelings Julie felt her nipples begin to harden.

Again and again Rick brought the paddle down, sending bolts of fire through Julie's big ass.

'Oh my god,' she thought. 'Will this never end?' She sucked harder and harder on Paul's cock, hoping he would hurry up and cum.

'Spread your legs slut,' she heard Rick bark, and she obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Rick ran his hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt through the tight panties. 'Hmmmm,' he said, 'I think she is getting a little wet down here. She must like it after all.'

Raising his paddle he brought it down hard a couple of times on Julie's tender inner thighs, and then returned to punishing her ass. Paul was ramming his cock harder and harder into her wet, warm mouth. Julie felt his cock begin to jerk and spasm.

'Oh no, is he going to cum in my mouth?' Julie wondered. As if he had heard her thoughts Paul said 'O.K. bitch I am cumming. You better swallow every drop or else.'

Suddenly she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly she swallowed as shot after shot of his seed spurted into her mouth. Finally he was finished and Rick stopped paddling her, by now, sore ass.

Yanking her to her feet, Rick pointed to the other room. 'Go get cleaned up bitch, and change into the clothes in there. Then get back here, and we will start on the serious stuff.'

Slowly Julie walked into the combination bathroom/bedroom wondering just what was in store for her.

To be continued

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“W” for ‘Who is in Control?’

W" for 'Who is in Control?' An early incident in the development of submissive Chantelle
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As you enter in a smart business suit, looking slimmer and more handsome than I remember, you immediately notice the dishevelled bedclothes and my flushed cheeks. Breathing in deeply to savour the atmosphere you greet me cheekily with "Mmmm Chantelle, what's that gorgeous aroma?"
"I can't imagine!" I reply, so you continue sniffing and knowing you're taking a risk say
"It smells very like a woman on heat".
I'm on the point of throwing you out but my pussy still needs satisfied and I notice the outline of a bulge in your trousers so I say "OK! You caught me in the act and it might just be your lucky day. I was wanking with this vibrator," I say,producing it from under the pillow, "and fantasising about having a male slave completely under my control. If you consent to be my slave for the next hour or so, I might just help you in reaching your own orgasm."
By way of an instant reply, you are on your knees in front of me, head bowed to the ground, tongueing the shiny red patent 6.5" steel heel shoes I am wearing.
"Will you return the favour one day?" you ask before giving yourself over completely to me.
"I'd love to, but only if you make me come three times." I say.
"Its a deal!" you reply and continue to lick my shoes and ankles more lustfully than either of us can believe.
"From now on," I say, "you are my sex animal; totally devoted to me and to my sexual satisfaction. First, I'm going to tease you mercilessly but to prevent you abusing yourself before I'm ready, I'm going to tie you up."
Ordering you to stand, I undress you completely; kneeling in front of you to remove your ultra tight briefs so that your cock springs to attention right in front of my face. Gasping with uncontrolled lust, you grab your dick to pull the foreskin back, stretching it as far as you can to give me the best view possible. Teasingly I slap your hand away, make an "O" with my mouth and gently blow a stream of cool air onto the tip of your purple knob end. You pull my head towards your aching manhood with your left hand as if to fuck my pretty little mouth but, after sensuously sticking my tongue in the direction of your stiffening hardness, I again slap your hand away and instruct you to lie down on my bed.
I tie your hands behind your back, and your legs together at the knees and the ankles - gently but firmly - and you are no longer in a position to touch me or your cock.
I know I've got you eating out my hand and I want to rub it in.
"Do you want to touch your silly little cock? Or perhaps you want to ram it in my mouth, fuck my face real hard and dump your sticky white man oil down my throat? You would, wouldn't you?" I tease.
"Well, show me how much of a dirty sex mad animal you are then. I want all the following bits of me cleaned with your tongue in the right order: my shoes, feet, legs, tummy, back, chest, neck, fingers, under my arms, and both my holes. I want to hear you moan and growl with lust like an animal and if you get thirsty, there's a bowl of water you can lap from in the corner. When you think you've finished on my asshole you can clean your mouth out with water and kiss my lips and tongue. I'll be fucking myself hard with my vibrator all the while you're busy with your tongue and if you displease me, I've got a bigger dildo which I'll stick up your ass!"
Mad with lust, but bound as described, you're trying to fuck my bedclothes to relieve the unbelievable pressure in your cock.
I take control by first pulling on a pair of black rubber gloves and dipping my hands in a bucket of iced water to make them really cold then gently cupping your balls with one hand and slowly wanking your dick with the other. You melt under my touch and turn towards me, lying on your back which is exactly where I want you. Now I can lie face down on top of you but with my feet at your face.
"Now do as I commanded!" I say and, interrupted only by involuntary moans and grunts, you start to lick my shoes like they were the first meal you'd had in days, sucking the whole foot into your mouth from the toe end, gagging as you try to deep throat it and pushing your pelvis up so that your cock rubs wetly against my belly.
"Naughty, dirty boy!" I say "I'll have to get that swelling down."
So I rise up again and cross to the bucket of iced water. Reaching in with my rubber gloved hand, I extract four ice cubes and place them in my mouth. Crossing to the bed, I again lie flat on top of you, smothering your face with my tummy (still sticky from your pre-cum) and with my mouth level with your big fat rock hard cock. Taking the hint you greedily start to lick your own gooey juice off my perfumed tummy and I lower my ice filled mouth over your cock. Delirious with lust, you start to buck your pelvis thereby fucking my ice-filled mouth but again I use a cold rubber clad hand to grip and gently squeeze the base of your shaft which together with the cold ice on your dick, soon has you calming down and softening again.
"That's better. Perhaps you'll control yourself a little better as you complete the tasks I set you!" I say sternly, gently helping you to stand up beside the bed this time.
"My back, neck, chest fingers and holes still need licking, and to give you something to look forward to, I'll excuse myself for a minute." I whisper right into your ear, just before I head for the door.
I disappear from the room for only a minute, returning to stand facing you. Your cock has been re-stiffening just with the lustful thoughts which you can't clear from your head, and, prompted by "his" desire to be once again fully erect, you lean forward and start once again lapping at my body like a good little puppy. You trace a line all the way from just behind my ears down to each nipple, erecting your tongue like a surrogate penis to stiffen each nipple to full arousal, then sucking as much of each breast as you can into your mouth, then back up to my neck, licking and slobbering faster as your cock responds to the waves of passion coursing through you again.
Still aroused myself, I raise my hands to bring the fingertips within reaching distance of your mouth and you eagerly divert your attention to the brightly polished nails, nibbling at each fingertip before hungrily sucking each little digit into your mouth attempting to give each finger an unforgettable "blowjob". This gets me going nicely so I raise my hands behind my head, exposing the smooth and sensitive white skin of my underarms. Because of our height difference, it's now easier for you to drop to your knees beside me and lap teasingly at my ticklishly sensitive armpit.
The touch of your tongue sends a bolt of electricity through me - a mixture of a ticklish reaction and wanton lust and after only a few seconds I turn to face you, spread my legs to stand before you and lift my pussy to your head height.
"Pussy, pussy." I moan and spread my lips wide for you with my well licked fingers.
Now you can sense my lustful desperation to come, so you blow a gentle stream of cool air onto my pussy. Shuddering with ecstasy, I nevertheless remove one hand from my pussy lips and, steadying myself with that hand on your head, I raise one foot from its resting place to first nuzzle, then more aggressively prod, your anus and balls with the toe of my shoe.
"Don't get any ideas, my little slave animal." I say "Lick my pussy, you dog, not blow on it!"
The sensation of my foot and shoe on your balls, anus and dick has you fully aroused again and as I once more hold my lips open with two hands, you start to lick and suck at my clitty like a dying man at the fountain of life. My legs quiver and shiver as the first orgasm hits me, and my right hand abandons its post to insert three fingers deep inside my own pussy hole. To do so, my legs part slightly more as I crouch slightly and thrust the fingers in hard, groaning with desire.
Under my breath I whisper urgently "Eat my asshole, you dirty man!"
And as you obligingly move through my legs to access my beautiful rosebud anus with your tongue, the secret of what I was doing out the room is revealed to your mesmerised gaze...... as a special treat I had inserted a chocolate flake into my asshole, now stickily melted all over my ass cheeks and generating the most delightful aroma to mix with my hot lusty pussy smell.
Barely controlling yourself, you bury your face deep between my cheeks smothering your face in sticky chocolate goo and slurping and lapping at the tight hot flesh beyond.
Barely able to breathe you gasp "Open, open."
And this time I willingly comply, bending my whole body forward, placing the tips of my fingernails right in the crack of my ass and opening my ass cheeks so wide I appear to be trying to split myself in two. Wild with desire and an urgent need to shoot your spunk all over me, you spit chocolatey saliva right into my hole and immediately clean it off again with the fiercest ass licking I've ever had, closely followed by a tongue/ass fucking which triggers my second orgasm.
Shuddering uncontrollably and biting my tongue for fear of screaming with lust, I lean further forward to enclose the enraged tip of your swollen cock in the "O" of your mouth while still stretching my ass for you to tongue fuck. The feel of my ice cold lips on your hot dick sends a surge of adrenalin through us both and you snap the bonds which are still holding your hands behind your back.
Your two hands swiftly move to new positions - left hand on my hips to steady me and provide more purchase for your tongue now furiously fucking in & out of my asshole - right hand on the back of my head to provide more purchase for your dick now furiously fucking my face with strokes to match those of your tongue. Momentarily I withdraw my mouth and move my hands round to your dick and balls.
"Spunk me, you animal! Drown me in your come!" I scream and start to wank, tickle and suck you for all I'm worth.
So much blood is rushing to your cock that momentarily you feel faint before the tightening in your balls heralds the impending eruption. At that moment I stretch the skin hard back over your near exploding bell-end and the combination sets you off - after a small second when everything stands still, a fountain of spunk - spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt and ..... even bigger spurt shoots out from your dick, filling my mouth faster than I can greedily swallow and running out the corners of my mouth.
Quickly you stand, pulling me upright and towards you, rubbing your still stiff and sticky dick on my belly and planting your chocolatey, ass smelling full french kiss onto my half open spunk filled mouth; deep throating me with your tongue to drink your own jism from my lips while our bodies still shudder together in post orgasmic bliss.

Panties In The Night

This story is my second one. The first, I posted on Glamorvision but I think your site is better suited. Thanks for the forum and the opportunity to talk about this fetish. I didn't think there was so much mutual interest and experience out there. Funny how we think we are alone in our life experiences. I dictated this story on my mini recorder as I drove across the Mojave desert on my way back from a business trip. I had been thinking about sending it since I first accessed your site, pondering if it would be all right to expose myself, but after further review when I got home I thought I would like to share it. I dictated this story on impulse in order for it to be real, without embellishment, so it may be kind of raw, but it's true.

This is a story that is long forgotten, seldom remembered and has influenced my sexuality for ever. My experience with Maria started this fetish and the memory of the experience helped me to continue in my sexual forming years, but I could not imagine another experience occurring to reinforce that ecstasy with Maria and her slips and panties. Oh sure, I continued this search for pleasure with discovery in dresser drawers and hampers when I would go to other people's homes, but never did I dream there would be another woman actually dressed in them for my pleasure. The second experience started my quest for more like it for the rest of my life.
This story had began when I was younger, and Maria had moved away, so my experience with her was limited and sorely missed. It began when I was visiting my sister and my aunt by marriage, arrived for a visit with her husband, unexpectedly. Since my sister lived in a remote area everyone had to spend the night and the sleeping accommodations were limited. After a day of visiting and playing cards I decided to go to bed. The arrangement was that I, auntie Sarah and uncle Tom would share the extra bed. (A double bed at that.) Sarah had been the object of my attention most of the day, she was wearing a thin summer dress that revealed her full slip, bra, and panties. If I watched closely, I could get a glimpse of her slip when she crossed her legs, her panty line when she walked and her breasts encased in her bra when she bent over.. She noticed my attention and would occasionally smile gently when she would catch me staring, one time winking when she crossed her legs revealing her panties during the action. I wondered how I was going to react when we were in bed together, dismissing any fantasy because I presumed that Tom would be in the middle between us.
Anyway, I went to bed and waited in anxious anticipation that I might get a glimpse of her when she removed her dress and fully expected my sister to loan her a nightgown. But maybe, just maybe she would undress if she thought I was asleep. I had adjusted the dresser and the attached mirror so if I turned my back to the door I could get a pretty good view of the room (if only they left the light on when they came in for bed).
Well, about midnight I could hear them coming into the bedroom. They closed the door, did not turn off the light and were feeling romantic, kissing etc. Sarah was laughing and Tom told her to be quiet so she did not wake me up. I had a perfect view in the mirror and held very still. Tom was unbuttoning her dress pulling it off her shoulders, to expose the top of her slip as she kissed him and I could see her hand touching the front of his pants. Tom continued to pull her dress down, dropping it to the floor, grasped her slip straps pulling it down over her breasts. I almost came right then and there! He reached behind and unsnapped her bra, pulling it down to expose those magnificent breast and then returned the slip straps to her shoulders. He lifted the slip to expose her panties, yellow ones and satin too, as she undid his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor. His cock was rigid, pushing out against his underpants and she pulled them out past his pole and dropped them down as well. I had never seen another cock (other then Billy’s when we were kids). It was huge and as they moved together I could see it touching against her panties and the slip dropped over him shrouding the connection.
They disengaged and moved over to the bed. Sarah reached over and shook me to see if I was asleep. (like I was going to move?) Satisfied that I WAS asleep, she lay down, removed her panties, placing them between us, about face high and Tom mounted her. I could hear her gasp as he entered thrusting upward, shaking the bed. As they continued, I thought I would move and see if it interrupted them (thinking if I could disturb them he would get off and go to sleep, so I could turn over and touch or see her in her slip!) My movement did not deter them, in fact I turned over and they still they kept up the action. As I turned, I came face to face with her panties and very carefully reached for them, caught them, and quickly moved them into the inside of my underpants. In total ecstasy, I looked up and Sarah was watching me, looking right into my eyes, smiling as Tom thrust into her bouncing her breasts with each upward stroke. He didn't even notice me, engrossed in the moment. He was reaching climax, I could feel the tingling as I tried to rub the panties against me, without too much motion.
His nostrils flared and I could tell he was injecting his cum into Sarah as she pushed down against him, her legs high in the air, her slip bunched up around her hips, caught between them as he fell down against her. He got up, I could see his glistening deflating cock pull out of her and dangle between his legs. He put on his underpants and left the room to go to the bathroom. Sarah was reaching under the cover for her panties, which I quickly removed from my underpants and slid just inside the covers. She found them and stood up wiping the cum as it flowed from between her legs. I could see it soaking into them glistening in the light. She then put them on, I could see the wet parts sticking to her skin, transparent from the wetness. She lay back down on her side away from me as I turned away (not wanting Tom to catch me in a watching position) and waited for Tom to return. He did and was snoring within 5 minutes.
I waited a long time (seemed like an hour but was probably only 2 minutes) before I turned toward her, my cock hard, anticipating the opportunity to touch her slip with my bare skin. I had to move back, almost falling out of bed, so I didn't touch her too hard, so she would notice. I planned to just graze the slip, to remember the feeling the next day, and masturbate with the fantasy. As I cautiously approached her I tested the waters, just barely touching, then closer to see if there was a reaction, none, closer, now pushing the slip into her. I could actually feel the wetness of the cum on her panties soaking a wet spot right where my cock was, there between her buns. No reaction, I began to stroke against her, now there was some reaction!!! What was I going to do, I had been discovered!! I held very still, not even breathing. To my surprise and astonishment she was moving up and down, slowly stroking me with her sip and panty covered ass, right there between her buns, encapsulating my rigid cock in satin fabric and I stroked in unison with her, my cock swelling with each movement.
She stopped moving and puled away, the slip coming back attached to my cock!!! What now, I thought, Did I go too far? I felt her hand reach back pulling the slip free and up, moving her hand to my cock, grasping it and pulling it down. In one movement, I don't know how, she guided me inside the leg band of her panties right into her pussy. It was hot and wet and she slid back and forth with the tip barely inside her, the head entering, enveloped by her lips, then out, then in just inside, using it to rub on her clitoris (I remembered my experience with Maria and knew what she was doing and what I must not do (cum) but keep it hard. She put it inside once more and I could feel her contractions pulsing against my cock, squeezing and releasing, for a long time. She reached down and pulled me out, a gush of liquid following, soaking her panties as the leg band pulled them over her pussy. She then guided me back between her buns into to silky softness of the wet satin and moved up and down gently while pushing back against me. I gushed and ejaculation deep inside the fabric feeling the creamy liquid lubricate my path. When I finished, she reached back, wiping me off with her slip. I tucked my cock back into my underpants and turned over in bliss and restless sleep.
The next morning, I woke and Tom was gone and Sarah was just getting up. I could see the results of the cum soaking on her slip, now matted and sticking to her. She reached back pulling the slip loose, and as she stood there she took off her panties, as I watched in amazement, held them out to me and offered them to me as a present to keep. At breakfast and for the remaining time nothing was said about the night before. Tom was not aware of the activity after he went to sleep and Sarah would look at me with that knowing smile; knowing that I was wearing those panties, ( I just knew that she knew).
I didn't get another chance to be with her but ironically, after I got married, my wife and I would go to their house to play cards and visit. We would exchange glances (Sarah and I) with telepathic contact of knowing each other, never touching or mentioning the episode, even when we were alone.
Category: panties

Lipstick Stain byMollysMan18©

I tasted lipstick long before I could see it.
I couldn't see anything. Only the darkness. My world had shrunk to the size of our small bedroom. The smell of burning wax filled the space around me, exposed on the bed. Dark and trance-like music blared from the earbuds she had placed in my ears. Time had slowly become an arbitrary concept as I laid strapped to the bed for what seemed like an hour. It may have only been 20 minutes. I don't know. Suddenly I could feel the bed shift. Another presence had climbed onto it. My heart began to rush, adrenaline flooded my veins as I panted with anticipation. I had been made to be patient, restraining my animal desires for over a week now. I knew she would take care of me. She knew best. The light touch of mesh and lace traced up my calf and shin. The presence climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. As she pressed herself into me, I involuntarily attempted to grind myself into her, desperate for whatever contact I could steal. No sooner had I begun to squirm when a sharp pain broke onto my left cheek. She had laid her hand across my face with little restraint. She had instructed me not to move. I knew that, yet I had disobeyed. Fuck. Guilt. Shame. I knew I could be better. I knew she deserved better. She leaned forward and I inhaled the familiar scent. Her deodorant, hair, her skin. Lust and love. Fear and respect. I tasted it. Her lips briefly touched mine, and she stood, leaving me to obsess over my mistake with the taste of her lipstick serving as a reminder of what I had gotten myself into. Of who I had gotten myself mixed up with.
An indefinite amount of time passed. The occasional bead of sweat ran down the side of my face. My excitement was tainted by fear. Or was that just excitement? I could hardly tell the difference anymore. Was I even still awake? Had I been awake for any of this or was she only a fantasy I had created in a fever dream?
Instantly, light flooded my eyes and there was silence all around. She had ripped the earbuds out and removed the mask that had blinded me. My eyes began to adjust to my new reality. There was a new scent in the room, still smoke but... not from a candle. A different kind of smoke. I heard clicks on the hardwood, followed by the squeak of the leather chair that sat in the corner as she settled down into in. I adjusted myself as best as I could to lean up and get my bearings. She had unplugged the clock. Dammit, she was too smart.
She was just staring silently. My mouth fell open slightly. A small gasp. The last time I had seen her, hours before, she had been wearing an innocent sun dress and brown sandals. How on earth was this the same creature?
She gazed at me with a stern poker face. Her big, deep hazel eyes gave no ground. No clues. No hints. They only stared at me out from under her bangs. The bangs that framed her face like a portrait in a gallery. Only the slight tinge of a smirk formed at the corner of her mouth as I caught sight of her. Her long legs were elegantly crossed; covered in black stockings that were held up by a garter belt. The lacy accessory accented the curves of her waist better than most women could ever hope for. Her right heel dangled slightly off of her small foot. Her long hair fell around her shoulders. Her floor-length black robe gave her the appearance of royalty, hiding only enough from view to keep anyone lucky enough to see her longing for more. She displayed her matching black bra and panties like a store mannequin might, inspiring hopeful onlookers that maybe someday they too could capture magic in this world, if only they bought the right clothes. She was calm and confident. Seeming entirely in her element. I could never hope to get used to the sight, no matter how many times I looked upon her. Only this time, there was a new ingredient I had never seen before. There was dark lipstick staining the butt of the cigarette that casually balanced between the fingers of her right hand. I had never seen her smoke in my life. Since when did she smoke? Fuck, how did she always manage to surprise me? Keep me guessing? I was conflicted at the sight, but the tight throbbing that overcame me served as evidence that I wasn't really conflicted at all.
For a long time, we said nothing. I was speechless. Too nervous to let words escape my lips. With anyone else, this silence would be deafening, but she managed to hold control over the room without uttering a word. She displayed none of the nerves that I felt course through my body. She just calmly bounced her foot as she lounged back in her chair, never breaking her gaze. Taking slow, deep, long drags on her cigarette. My anticipation grew with every passing moment. My thoughts ran wild, desperately trying to recall every little thing I could have done to displease her. Fuck. What was she thinking. What did she have in store for me.
When the cigarette had almost burned down, she uncrossed her legs and stood. Gracefully, she made her way over to the bed, placed her knee between my feet, and crawled slowly forward until she was hovering over me, face to face. She took one last drag, blew smoke into my face, and smirked. "Oh, you poor boy. You simply have no idea how much trouble you are in."
I gasped in pain as she crushed the burning cigarette into my chest.

The Blossoming Gallows Ch. 01

byGigglingGoblin©"And stay away from the ivy."
"Yes, Miss Agartha."
"Friedi Shepherd saw it stirring just last week. That boy is jumpier than a spider on coffee, but you know it's not worth the risk."
"I know." Cedwyn nodded eagerly. The apprentice was already packing his satchel at the front door of the stilted hut.
Agartha hopped off her stool and limped over, using the wall to support her left side, since she'd forgotten her crutch by the front door again. The walls of the hut creaked ominously, speaking to long years in the sagging village of Moist. She tapped his shoulder. "Do you have the list?"
Cedwyn sighed and gave his master a long-suffering smile, holding up the wadded sheet of paper in his hand. "Yes, Miss Agartha." He straightened and reached over, handing the aging witch her crutch. "I wouldn't forget it. But I know all these herbs by heart, anyways. I go out there, like, every other week for you."
Agartha tsk'd, reluctantly accepting her crutch. "Mind your manners, Cedwyn. No need for snideness. I'm only making sure." She tousled his frizzy copper-red hair. "Just remember to imprint it. We don't want a repeat of that incident with the transformation potion, do we?"
"No." He laughed, limply trying to brush her hand away. He held up the parchment and chirped an incantation. With a hiss, the paper dissolved into smoke, settling on the back of his hand like a tattoo. "There."
"Very good!" Agartha gave a gap-toothed grin. The old witch hobbled back to her cauldron and hopped up back onto her stool. "Be back after sunset, don't speak to strangers, and only call on Crafts if you're in danger." She paused, tilting her head to one side. "And remember to be civil. No scandals, no being short with people, mind your pleases and thank-yous. Remember, when you're out there, you're the—"
"Representative of the Craft to these people." Cedwyn nodded quickly, leaning against the door. "I know, Miss Agartha. It's not like I go out there and just start shoving old ladies around."
"I should hope not! The Craft likes elders, you know." Agartha gave a shrill cackle, spinning in her stool. "But I know you aren't a punk, Cedwyn. Just don't pick today to break that streak. The new moon is tomorrow night. It's a bad time to be making enemies."
"Yes, Miss Agartha." Cedwyn bit his lip, trying very hard to keep his tone from projecting sarcasm. "Can I please go?"
"Oh, very well." She waved a hand. "Go forth, my apprentice!"
Suppressing a sigh of relief, Cedwyn swung open the door and took one step out.
"Oh, and don't waste time talking to that Gilders girl!" he heard the witch call after him. "That girl is a hen in a hurricane—you mark my marks on this one!"
He shook his head ruefully and trotted down the steps, entering into the wildflower-strewn clearing in the Briarwoods.
"Yes, Miss Agartha," he said under his breath.
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"And where are you off to, boy?"
Cedwyn stopped in his tracks as the voice sounded from behind him. He bit his lip, cheeks heating up slightly.
"I'm... off collecting reagents for my master, Miss Gilders."
"What's that? Master Miss Gilders?" A giggle. "Am I your master?"
Cedwyn groaned a little. But he couldn't very well just walk away when he was being spoken to, so he turned to face his assailant.
The Briarwoods was an intensely green deciduous rainforest overrun by rose briars, berry brambles, and the especially troublesome hamadryads of both plants. But this current speaker was not a fey.
No, this was the farmer's daughter, Emelien Gilders. She wasn't on the same trail as Cedwyn—while he had to use the public path, Emelien trotted on the other side of a wooden fence covered in charms and runes (as part of a futile effort to keep the aforementioned hamadryads out), using her family's private trail. She held a large pail of water, indicating she'd just been out to the ley well.
Emilien was a knockout by any measure. Tall and thin, and extremely busty, the thin white shirt she wore barely reached her bellybutton. She wore over it an unbuttoned leather coat. Her hair was the same color as her family's hay fields, long, wavy and elegant.
"Young man." She put her hands on her hips. "I asked you a question!"
He gave an embarrassed little laugh. "Yes, Miss. Good one!"
"Where are you off to, boy?" She skipped over to the fence, and cedwyn struggled not to stare at her breasts—which really weren't meant to be subjected to gravity, or a t-shirt that tight.
Cedwyn blinked. "I just said."
"No, I meant, where exactly!" She pointed a finger at him, looking annoyed. "I'm not deaf, boy."
Emilien was only five years older than Cedwyn, at twenty-five. She never let him forget it.
"No, Miss."
"So, where?"
"I'm heading to the old Whisper Oak for galls," Cedwyn said, biting his lip. "And the old fern patch. For ferns."
"And?" She leaned over the fence, and Cedwyn desperately tried to pretend he didn't notice how the fence was pushing her breasts up into view. "Is that all?"
"No, Miss," he said, sighing. "The old creek and the mushroom dark areas."
"Are you going near the old Witch's Gallows?" Emelien's eyes narrowed. "You'd better not be."
"No, Miss." He shook his head emphatically. "Definitely not."
"You stay away from those gallows. The old witch isn't sending you there, is she?" She sniffed. "My father says it's a sorry idea to even have a witch so close by.
"No, Miss, she didn't send me there."
"Hm." The farmer's daughter's lips quirked. "Well, you just be careful. Don't get lost!"
"No, Miss." He smiled and gave a little salute, hoping his face wasn't too red. "I never do get lost. But , um, really should be going."
"Oh, let me guess..." She raised an eyebrow. "Your master doesn't like you talking to me?"
Cedwyn bit his lip.
She smirked. "Am I a distraction?"
"No, Miss."
"Come here, then, boy."
Cedwyn slowly advanced, looking up at the taller woman like a snake that might bite him. He came up level with the fence.
She leaned in. "I can see you staring at my breasts," she whispered, a coy smile flickering across her face. "I can tell you can't help it."
His face went beet red.
And she darted in and kissed him on the cheek.
Cedwyn recoiled like he'd been bitten. Ignoring her shrieks of laughter, he backed away, returning to the path.
"S-sorry, Miss," he said, desperately trying to stay polite, "I... I, um... um..." He reached up to his cheek and felt the lipstick mark.
"Ooh, I dare you to wash that off." She grinned.
"I..." He hesitated, then lowered his hand. "G-Good day. Miss."
He turned and hurried away, eager to be deeper into the woods and away from this teasing.
"Don't you get lost, now, boy!" she called after him.
"I never do," he muttered under his breath. But he didn't dare say it aloud. That would definitely be considered 'rude'.
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Cedwyn let out a heavy sigh, wiping his forehead of sweat.
Yeah.
This was a 'lost' feeling, definitely.
He cast about in the forest for landmarks. All around him stood tall, proud, clearly ancient trees covered in lichen. He was in the old-growth part of the forest. But what did that mean? He didn't recognize any of it. Damn it, I never get lost!
He flicked his fingers, mumbling a half-remembered incantation for finding the way. A tiny star appeared, uttered what appeared to be an obscenity, then burst in a flash of light.
He really wasn't very good at the divination spells.
Cedwyn let out a half-groan, half-moan, hitting his head against a moss-covered tree in frustration. He was already running late, and it was a sweltering, humid summer day. He wanted to be back home.
He kicked the ground and whispered a simpler spell, clearing the way again of briars. He'd already gotten pricked more than twice, but luckily, no hamadryads had bothered him yet. They probably knew better by now than to mess with the apprentice of the local witch.
As Cedwyn stepped over the cleared ground, he caught a glimpse of something in the distance.
He squinted. It looked like some sort of wooden structure.
Oh, thank the gods. He'd somehow wandered his way back home! With a sigh of relief, Cedwyn hurried through the briars.
But as he drew nearer, Cedwyn's wits returned to him. Wasn't it a bit odd that these trees were so old? His master didn't keep her hut in the old-growth forest. Plus, shouldn't he have come by the ley well by now? This couldn't be the hut.
And as he exited into a small clearing overgrown with brambles, Cedwyn's heart stopped.
This was not the hut. This was not home at all.
A great set of moss-and-mold-eaten gallows stood in the center of this clearing. There were no trees, and the sun shown directly down, almost blinding in its radiance.
Cedwyn stopped short in amazement.
He didn't dare take one step further. People said they were haunted, and while Cedwyn doubted it—ghosts and wraiths and the like rarely lasted long in a forest this full of life—he was reluctant to go directly against the instructions of Emelien.
The gallows were totally overgrown. Blackberries and roses vied for dominance all throughout the clearing—Cedwyn doubted he could reach the edifice if he tried, it was so thick. The gallows themselves were covered in stranger plants. Moss climbed nearly a half-foot in height—Cedwyn recognized it as "pillow moss"—and curious blooms and colorful mushrooms grew all around.
He found himself already breaking his rule, taking one step closer and marveling at the bizarre ecosystem. It was almost artistic, in a way. The ropes still swung—mercifully empty of passengers—but they were covered in algae such that they were an even brighter green than the trees above. Cedwyn couldn't believe how utterly green the whole gallows were, really, from the mold and algae and moss to the enormous plant growing in the center of it.
At first, Cedwyn mistook the plant for some sort of enormous skunk cabbage, as it had a vaguely similar shape and appearance—a set of great leaves encircling some sort of large blossom.
But no. This was not a skunk cabbage. He was quite certain of that.
Because he had never, ever smelled anything so... good.
The wildflowers all around smelled fragrant, but this enormous pink rose-like bud released a smell that nearly overpowered all the rest, nearly overpowered Cedwyn immediately. It wasn't just sweet. It smelled like a mix of herbs he couldn't quite place—minty and yet reminiscent of vanilla or nutmeg. Cedwyn took a deep breath, appreciating the sweet scent.
Then he smiled broadly and turned away. Pretty as the place was, it also creeped him out to no end. Besides, to his excitement, he now knew where he was—the Witch's Gallows was one hell of a landmark. Now he could find his way back to the hut.
He took a step out of the clearing.
"Well, hello, there."
Cedwyn froze in place, his heart slamming into his chest as though he'd stopped too fast and it had struck the front of his ribcage.
It was haunted. It was haunted. All the stories were true—they were all true, and he had doubted. There were ghosts, and they were going to possess him, or eat him, or possess him and make him eat people—
Cedwyn regained control of himself with a deep breath. He was a witch's apprentice, and whoever had just spoken was no doubt a witch's ghost. There was an etiquette, he was sure, even with witch's ghosts.
And this one didn't sound unfriendly, exactly.
Cedwyn slowly turned around, and realized he was being a real dumbass about things.
It wasn't a ghost. No kind of ghost he'd ever seen, anyway. Cedwyn knew from the books what ghosts looked like. They weren't solid. They had trouble forming any colors other than white, silver and sometimes—very rarely—blue.
Certainly, he'd never heard of a ghost quite that brilliant shade of green.
Certainly, he'd never heard of a ghost who looked... quite so solid.
She stood in the middle of the giant pink flower, which had blossomed with his back turned to it. The petals rose up to her chest, though from the way the flower's petals undulated, he got the sense she could be immersed over her head—or only down to her waist—depending on how the flower shifted.
Her skin was bright emerald green. Her eyes were a grassy hue, her lips a deep violet, the lone contrast he could see. Her breasts were hidden by the flower at the moment, but he could tell just by her cleavage that they were quite large. Her hair spilled down out of sight, a smooth and glistening soft pastel pink, with a pretty lotus flower as decoration. Her eyelids were painted a deep, dull pine, making her look perpetually just a little bit sleepy, and her lashes were thick and long. He stared at her, stunned.
A moment passed.
She giggled. "So, um..."
"Cedwyn!" he said, his voice almost a chirp. He cleared his throat, blushing, and took his hat down into his hands. He was wringing it quite badly, the poor thing. "Cedwyn, mother unknown; apprentice to Agartha. At your service." He bowed.
She blinked. "My, that's very polite and formal for little old me, isn't it?" She performed what was probably a curtsy, though it was hard to tell with her body mostly obscured. "Lilyana. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cedwyn."
"Y-yes." He nodded sheepishly, avoiding her piercing green eyes. He instead focused on the enormous rose. The petals seemed to move oddly, now that he looked at them—almost in the way a wineskin squished. Like there was... liquid in there.
So this was an alraune. That was a relief—he'd been terrified out of his mind, but alraunes were generally agreeable enough. Timewasters, that was all. Major time wasters. He swallowed, trying desperately not to peek at Lilyana's cleavage, trying to convince himself that anyone who looked like that could be a waste to spend time with.
"Well..." He coughed. "I really must be going. It's... it is an honor to meet you, Lilyana."
"Oh, wouldn't you stay a while?" She batted her eyelashes. "I haven't had any company out here in such a dreadfully long time."
Cedwyn swallowed. There was a plaintive quality to those honey-sweet tones. He took a deep breath. "I... I have an errand to see to," he said, realizing it sounded more like a feeble excuse than a refusal.
Clearly, she took it that way, because she only giggled. "Oh, Cedwyn, surely you can spare a minute or so to keep a lady company! I'm not asking you to leave your fiance at the altar or anything."
Well, he was sweating again. Cedwyn cast desperately for a polite way to refuse without outright lying. "I... I can stay a minute or so," he admitted, biting his lip. "But no more! I really, really must get back to my master. She'll be wondering where I am."
"Of course!" Her eyes sparkled with glee. "What a sweetheart you are. So agreeable!"
"Thank you," he said, giving a nervous smile. He was still trying to avoid looking her directly in the eye, but he settled for staring the flower again. Alraunes had such strange blossoms. This looked like a cross between a lily, a rose and a skunk cabbage, the more he looked at it.
"Please, have a seat!" Lilyana gestured, and he noticed an old stool sitting by the row of nooses. "I can't have you standing all the way out there like a solicitor, can I?" She chuckled.
"I..." He gave a nervous giggle, nodding along. "I'd rather not have to worry about the brambles. Besides, I doubt that stool could hold me."
"Well, I'm sure we'll find something that can," she said lightly, but appeared to drop the subject. "Well, anyway, how does a sweet-natured, easy-going boy like you end up working for a witch, hm?" She batted her eyelashes.
Cedwyn hesitated. It was a slightly sore subject, but she was asking very politely, and at least it wasn't anything lewd or suggestive. "She was a friend of my father's," he admitted. "When I turned up at his door, he didn't know what to do with me, and she offered to take me in."
"Aw. So you've never had a mommy, then." Her plump lips curved down in a sympathetic pout. "Poor thing. I'll bet you were a real handful for her!"
He squinted. It was awfully foggy and humid for mid-afternoon, and the haze made it a little bit difficult to see her expressions. "I, um... I suppose, a little bit of one. She was an old woman even then." He cracked a little smile. "She didn't know what to do with a baby."
"But I'm sure she did her best," Lilyana said graciously.
"Oh, yes." He nodded. "And she's a splendid teacher!"
"So... they allow witches in the area now, do they?" She cocked her head.
"Tolerate us!" he said cheerfully. "We help with the crops and such, and they help keep things under wraps whenever an inquisitor comes around town. Not that one's come by in years."
"How lovely for you." She cocked her head the other way, and for a moment, Cedwyn almost thought she sounded bitter.
But then she laughed. "Oh, boy, it really is getting hazy, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He smiled, relieved that she was noticing it, too, and it wasn't just in his head.
"Are you sure I can't get you to come over here?" She giggled. "I don't bite. If I did, I'd be a dreadful host! And you don't think I'm a dreadful host, do you?" She shook her head with a smile.
"O-of course not." Cedwyn shook his head quickly. "You've been a lovely host." But I should really be going, his mind added, but he felt bad just saying it outright.
"Very welcoming? Inviting?"
"Oh, yes, very."
"Well, then come on in!" she declared. And to Cedwyn's surprise, the brambles all around started to clear away, and he saw a narrow path form up to the gallows.
Cedwyn hesitated. But it felt awkward to refuse now. Rude, even. And it wasn't as if he thought she was going to hurt him or anything.
Besides, it really was getting hard to see her clearly in this hazy clearing.
I'll go in, but I won't sit down, he decided at last. That will send the message that I have to be going without actually refusing any of her requests. She'll take the hint. Otherwise, I'll just... have to be a little more assertive, then. Without giving offense.
He set out through the path, his toes sinking deep into clumps of pillow moss that served almost as stepping stones around the brambles trailing on the ground. He hopped through the clearing and up to the gallows steps.
The wood creaked beneath his feet, but held. He nodded, reassured, and checked that the path hadn't dramatically sealed behind him.
It had not.
He turned back up to the alraune and saw her smirking down at him. "Thought I was playing rather a mean trick, didn't you, sweetheart?" She didn't seem offended.
"I... maybe a little bit," he admitted.
She rolled her eyes with an amused sigh. "Do you trust me now?"
"I... yes, Lilyana."
"Good." She winked. "It's easy to trust me. You want to trust me; it's so much more fun!"
"Yes, Lilyana." He sat down on the steps railing, too late remembering his plan to remain standing. It seemed a bit passive-aggressive, though, now that he thought about it. Better to stay sweet and agreeable about it. He would raise the subject in a little while.
"Goodness," she said, and his attention darted back to her gleaming green eyes, "it is hot, isn't it? I'm so glad I go unclad. It's just... sweltering, with this nasty pink haze, isn't it?"
Reflexively, he mopped his brow. His sleeve was starting to get drenched from doing so, he noticed. "Yeah, it's a hot one," he agreed.
"Almost unbearably hot," she said, nodding encouragingly. "With this thick pink haze all around crowding in."
There was a bit of a rosy hue to the haze, now that he thought about it. Probably the effect of the many reddish flowers casting some sort of reflection through the fog.
 I'm amazed you can bear to wear all those clothes!" She giggled. "Me, I like to travel light, especially in the heat." She wriggled, hugging herself happily. "Not that I travel much! It's nice here. Nice and tranquil. I don't think I could ever bring myself to leave."
"Y-yeah." He bit his lip. He was getting awfully hot. "Well, um... I should really..."
"Would you like me to take your hat and coat?" she asked suddenly. "It's only polite."
Cedwyn blinked. He hesitated, then nodded, confused. "Sure? I guess."
She smiled politely as a pair of green vines extended from the forest canopy. Cedwyn jumped as one of the vines snatched his hat from him, as the other slipped beneath his coat and slipped it off of him. It tickled a little as it made its exit.
A warm breeze rustled his hair, and he yawned. He felt much better now, admittedly. Now all he wore was a simple white shirt and his breeches.
"There you go, boy!" Lilyana said, looking quite satisfied with herself. "Isn't that much more comfortable? Haven't I made you more comfortable there?"
"Yes," he answered, blinking rapidly. He felt oddly light-headed, and took a deep breath to steady himself. But strangely, this only seemed to make it worse. "Yes, Lilyana."
She beamed down at him. "Gooood," she cooed. The way she enunciated that word sounded nice. Almost suggestive. The way her lips formed a little 'o' as she made the sound, like she was readying to kiss... "I want you to be comfortable. Don't you want that?"
"I suppose so." He bit his lip. She was making it very awkward to refuse. Especially since now she had his hat. "Listen, um..."
"How are you feeling, Cedwyn?"
He blinked. "What?"
"How are you feeling, dear?" She leaned over the edge of her flower, smiling down at him. The very tops of her cleavage pressed against the petal. "You seem a bit... bothered."
Cedwyn felt hot in a way that had nothing to do with the heat. "I'm fine," he said quickly.
"Are you sure, dear?" She tutted. "Because I think you want to tell me something, don't you?"
"I... I, um..." He stared up into Lilyana's gleaming, sparkling green eyes. "I... yes," he admitted at last, unable to lie to her face.
"I thought so," the alraune purred. Cedwyn jumped slightly as a vine settled on his shoulder and massaged it slightly, as if to soothe him. "You wanted to tell me something. Something very important."
"Yes."
"Yes, that's right, isn't it?" Lilyana's eyes gleamed. Her voice was a dulcet purr, like the strumming of a harp. "You needed to tell me this, but you were too embarrassed, weren't you? You didn't want to offend me."
Cedwyn bit his lip.
"You shouldn't have worried." The vine at his shoulder slithered up and patted his head. "I'm not offended one bit!"
"Y-you're not?" Cedwyn blinked, glancing briefly up into the treetops, wondering if his hat and coat were already being returned to rectify this misunderstanding. He didn't see them, though, and quickly returned to staring into Lilyana's pretty, pretty eyes.
"Of course not," sweetie!" she said, in an almost motherly tone. "But you must always tell me the truth, understand? Never lie."
"No."
"Repeat what I just told you," she said, her expression turning a little stern.
"I..." Cedwyn tried to gather his throats. It was like grasping at clouds, and it took him what felt like a solid minute to recapture them all. "I must always tell you the truth, Lilyana."
"Of course you must!" The vine stroked through his hair as he stood before her. "Dear boy, never worry that I will be angry with you. You must tell me these things so that I can help you!"
Cedwyn thought she was laying the 'lesson' on a little thick, considering the odds of the two of them interacting again were fairly slim, but he knew it would be rude to say so. And he knew better than to be rude to someone so assertive—arguing her would just make her angry and start an argument. So he just nodded. "Yes, Lilyana."
"So, what did you want to tell me?" Lilyana teased.
"I..." It almost didn't seem important now, staring up into her pretty, sparkling eyes. But Cedwyn recovered his wits and cleared his throat loudly, trying to clear himself from the strange haze he found himself in. "I... should be going," he said at last.
"Aw. You're getting tired already?" And before he could open his mouth to clarify, Lilyana giggled. The vines caressed his cheek. "You poor dear, you look exhausted, too."
"No, I—"
"Now, I know a thing or two about exhaustion," the alraune said, tutting as she examined him. "And you are very, very sleepy, aren't you?"
"I... but I..."
"Yes, so very sleepy." She pointed with a little smirk. "Boy, you're barely keeping your eyes open!"
His eyelids drooped. He rubbed them, shaking his head. "No, I..."
He trailed off. Lilyana seemed so convinced, and besides, if it got him out of here faster, why pick fights? Starting an argument would be rude when she was such an inviting host. Better to be agreeable so she would send him home. "Yes," he said finally. "I'm tired."
"You need a nice little place to rest, don't you?" she cooed.
He yawned. "Yes." He blinked blearily, then frowned. "Wait, n—"
The vine snaked around his torso, lifted him up into the air with a startled squeak, and dropped him onto a large bed of pillow moss. He sank into the soft, verdant mass, the vine holding him down in the softness. For a moment, he lay there, surprised at how comfortable it felt. His head buzzed a little.
He could use a nap. Just a little one. Just a nice little place to rest, so he wouldn't have to leave, so Lilyana could take care of... him...
Something about that sounded suspicious to Cedwyn, and he resumed his squirming against the vines. "Hey!" he protested. "I—let me out of here!"
There was a pause.
He heard the alraune's voice, sulky, hurt. "Well... alright, then."
The vine slipped away, leaving Cedwyn lying in the plant. He poked his head out, rubbing his eyes. He really was getting tired. It was late in the day.
Lilyana stared down at him, arms folded over her chest, pouting those violet lips. "I'm terribly sorry," she sniffed. "I didn't know my home was so unpalatable."
Cedwyn bit his lip. Damn it, this was why he always avoided confrontations! "I... I'm sorry," he said lamely. "I didn't mean to offend."
"I'm not offended." She dabbed at her eyes. "I just saw how sleepy you are, and I thought... I thought I could help. Just a short little nap before you went on your way."
Cedwyn bit his lip, slowly getting to his feet. "I, um... you have a lovely home. Really." He could tell her feelings were badly hurt, so he lay it on thicker. "This place is beautiful. I've never seen anyplace like it."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Of course!" He nodded eagerly, walking up to her. "And I'd be happy to stay a little while longer."
"Oh..." She sighed, then slowly smiled. "You really are a sweetheart. You just can't say no to a pretty girl, can you?"
He felt his face heat up a bit. She clearly noticed, because the alraune gave a tinkling laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry to tease you, boy. You're just so cute! Do the girls tease you awfully back home?"
"I..." He clasped his hands together, fumbling over his words. "There's this, um... I mean... no?"
She winked. "Someone special, hm? Oh, you must just be such a submissive when she talks to you. Poor thing. Some boys are just naturally obedient, don't you think?"
"I... yes, Lilyana." It was best to stay agreeable. Best to stay sweet and avoid saying no. Saying no to Lilyana just felt too difficult, and he didn't want to upset her again.
The vines tickled around his arm. "Poor thing. She must have teased you stupid."
"What?"
"Have you ever felt that way?" Her voice grew husky and soft. "Horny and needy? Some boys just get so stupid when they're horny. I don't know how you manage yourselves, always getting so silly and horny whenever a pretty girl so much as... touches you." She reached forward lightly caressed his cheek. "Or... kisses you."
Cedwyn's face went red-hot as he realized he still had the kiss mark on his cheek. "She, um..." he stammered. "She was—I didn't—"
"Shh." Lilyana's eyes sparkled in the afternoon light. The pink haze seemed to shimmer, and Cedwyn swayed as her finger began to trace the outline of the kiss mark. He remembered the sensation of Emilien's lips on his skin, remembered her hot breath, the way he'd heard her give that tiny sigh of excitement as the kiss was planted... "Don't get all silly, now, Cedwuyn. You don't want to be one of those boys, do you?"
"I..." He was panting, leaning into her touch like a puppydog craving attention. "I don't... yes, Lilyana."
"Goodness." She batted her eyelashes, and he almost thought he blacked out for a moment. He really was lost in those brilliant green eyes. "Just one touch, and you're already acting so silly. Are you one of those boys?"
Okay, this was going too far. Cedwyn swallowed. "No, I'm not!"
"Are you sure?" she cooed, and ran her fingertips over his cheek. His mouth opened slightly, lost in a strange sort of delight, and his mind filled with cloudy pink static.
"Y-yes," he stuttered. He prayed that she wouldn't argue. He didn't want to have an argument with her, but he knew that this was... this was not a good thing to be agreeing to. He needed to get off these gallows before she got him to kiss her—submit to her—lose the afternoon inside her—
"Aw. Of course, baby." She shook her head and tsked. You're not like those silly, horny boys. You're much stronger than they are!"
"Y... yeah." He nodded quickly, relieved. "Yes. Yes, Lilyana."
"So strong-willed," she whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek. "Such a strong, agreeable, sweet-hearted boy. So sweet and submissive and not at all getting very, very silly from my touches on his sensitive, needy skin."
"Y-yes, Lilyana." He quivered, taking a step closer.
"He's not getting dizzy," she cooed, as her other hand came up and started stroking his hair, "or dumb, or horny and weak from being touched by me. Girls tease you stupid, but you never get silly or bubbly or obedient." The last word slipped with agonizing, sensuous slowness from her lips as a breathy whisper.
He whimpered, resting his head in her hands as she continued to run her hands over him. He was having more and more trouble keeping up with Lilyana's words, which was bad, because he was pretty sure what she was saying was important. But her touches on his face felt so nice...
"You never feel your mind getting all nice and happy and dumb and gooey," she sang, "until you just can't help but get so, so horny. You don't mind when a beautiful lady holds you and praises you and whispers sweet words in your ear while you're so happy and horny and silly from the mist that's filling you up like air in a balloon because you're strong and in control. No... no, you don't." Her fingers tickled his cheek.
He quivered. Somehow, Cedwyn had the distinct feeling that she had turned things around on him at some point, but he just couldn't focus enough to work out how.
"Isn't that right, baby?' she cooed, tilting his head up to look at her.
He stared up into her green eyes.
"Uh-huh?" he manged, confused. He just felt so... so confused and fuzzy. So silly and gooey.
And his cock was straining against his breeches with a singular desperation.
Just as he became conscious of the burning lust within him, Lilyana seemed to notice it, too. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed in some sort of shock. "Cedwyn, baby, sweet boy, your cock!" she looked back up at him in some sort of indignation. "Are you... horny from me touching you? Horny and silly and stupid?"
Cedwyn's heart started to speed up. "I... I, um... n-no?"
It was so hard to get the word out. Arguing was so difficult when he just wanted to be sweet and submissive and agreeable with everything pretty girls said. He knew she would just make him dizzy and confused until he agreed, or... agree with him until he agreed with her, like what she'd just done.
Or worse, she might be offended again and think he was rude.
But she didn't seem offended. To his utter relief and joy, she beamed at him. "Gooood," she cooed, and once again, she said it with such sensuous pleasure Cedwyn could have sworn a tongue was being lavished over his hard, needy cock.
Then he felt the tongue again, and his eyes widened.
"If you aren't silly," the alraune sang, "and you aren't horny, your cock must be confused! I think I'd better... examine it, don't you?"
"I..." Cedwyn's breath caught in his throat. What does she mean by that. He longed to look down and see what it was that was oh god it licked him again— "I—I—"
Her eyes sparkled like a million snowflakes caught in the sun. "Stop being silly..."
And then he felt something warm, wet, and tight lock tenderly around his cock.
"... and enjoy the succubus flower," the alraune said with a sly grin.
Cedwyn tore his gaze from her eyes to see a large, sinuous vine that had climbed up his leg. Without his even noticing, his pants had been brought down to his ankles, and a large, red flower had wrapped itself around his shaft. Several more hovered nearby, and he stared at one in stunned silence as a sweet pleasure started to spread inside him.
The flowers were... not flowers. No flowers he'd ever seen. Their interior was a deep red, glistening, and...
Cedwyn swallowed. He couldn't ignore their sapphic quality.
And at that moment, the flower around his cock began to suck.
Cedwyn's eyes widened. Had he not been held up by the tender grip of Lilyana, he would have fallen to his knees—as it was, he let out a humiliating squeal of pleasure.
It felt heavenly. It was the warmest, wettest, smoothest sensation he could imagine as the flower slowly pumped, working his member like... like cow udders. Sliding up and down his length, suckling it with perfect rhythm.
Milking him.
"Feels nice?" Jaw dropping, Cedwyn stared up with wide eyes at a very smug-looking Lilyana. She traced his cheek with one finger, grinning. "I thought it might. For some reason, boys and some girls love it when my succubus flowers check on their big, yummy cocks."
"I—L-Lilyana—ah—"
"Isn't it nice?" she teased. "Only... oh, dear." She shook her head ruefully. "It's making you all silly and subby, isn't it? This is what I was afraid of."
"Nnnn!" He shook and groaned and moaned desperately, biting his lip to contain a scream. He looked at her with a plaintive expression, silently begging her—Help.
But she only giggled, tugged him close, and kissed him on the cheek. Right where Emelien had kissed him earlier. "Poor baby," she whispered. "I did try to warn you. You need someone to take care of you for a while, don't you?"
"I... ah..."
"Someone to satisfy you," she said silkily, as she reached her right hand back to her mouth. She slipped the finger ever-so-slightly between her lips, and for a moment, Cedwyn almost felt clearer, with only one hand touching his cheek and no hand petting him. He also missed the hand.
She brought the finger back down, and it now held a tiny droplet of moisture. She held the finger out to his gasping mouth, smiling wickedly. "Someone," she said sweetly, "to spoil this poor, needy, horny, dizzy, submissive, agreeable, sweet boy with lots of sweet kisses."
And she slipped the finger into his open, receptive mouth. "Lick," she said firmly—but lovingly—and he found himself licking and sucking the finger like it was the tastiest sweetmeat he had ever known. He tasted a momentary dash of sweetness, of that same wonderful smell that filled the air. Then it was gone, and all that remained was a strange fuzziness in the corners of his vision.
And then her finger slipped from his mouth, and all thought of complaint left him, and he was squealing, moaning, panting and crying as the flower milked his cock like a milk kitten at a holstaur's breast. He—he was going to—he couldn't—
Aaaaha!"" The sweet suction milked an orgasm from Cedwyn before his brain could even recover enough from the molten pleasure to speak. "AAAAH!" Another orgasm flowed through him almost instantly, and his thought process went hot pink with mindless, stupefied bliss.
How had he
He screamed again as the alraune giggled, as a third orgasm consumed his body, devoured it, shook it like a leaf in a rainstorm, melted it like butter on a lust sprite's tongue. Lilyana cradled him as he cried out in bliss, but his cock was already throbbing, his empty, sweet mind already racing for a fourth mind-melting climax.
"Good boy," she cooed, stroking his face, helping his mind dissolve into obedient, submissive, silly sweetness. "There's my good, silly boy. Do you like her?"
"AAAAH!"
Lilyana giggled. "Mm... yummy." She planted a little kiss on his cheek. "I think she likes you. And I think you like her!"
"Aah—mm—"
"You're just so lovey-dovey for my flowers, aren't you?' she cooed teasingly, leaning in closer. "All I have to do is mention them and you get all dizzy and hazy and forgetful, don't you?"
Cedwyn was rocking back and forth, panting, as a fifth orgasm sped towards his helpless body. He couldn't take this. It wasn't natural—he couldn't—
And then, as she moved to kiss him on the lips, he noticed something over her shoulder.
Amid all the greenery of the gallows, half-concealed by a large clump of pillow moss, the scalp and left eye socket of an algae-covered human skull poked up out of the green.
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END OF SIDE A
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