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Okay,
‘Where the hell have you been you lazy good for nothing S.O.B.!?!?’
-I
wasn’t joking about needing ideas for my muse.
(Nods head)
Uh-hu. That simple.
Well, I’ve tinkered with this
story for long enough. I’ve tried ‘n tried to knock out another chapter but the
writer’s block’ set in.
Don’t panic, I’m not abandoning
this fic!
…not exactly anyway. I’d already
written an epilogue (of sorts) and I figure the preview had set it up fairly
nicely, but I’m personally not pleased with the end result (this chapter).
I’m also going to do a (short)
epilogue.
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It’s been about a week since the ending of the last
chapter. During that time the gang went to Trademeet and helped with the shadow
druids attacking the town. At the grove, Cernd challenged Faldorn for the
position of Arch-Druid, and Cernd won. With that, our party returned to
Trademeet (with the head of a certain djini-fleeing being) and are now simply
messing around town until tomorrow when they leave for the shadow-master Ahrend
Gend.
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“So… wha’dyae wanna talk teh meh aboot?” Annah asked
to the shaggy haired half-elf opposite the table in the inn they were staying
in. She’d had a mental eyebrow raised for several minutes; he’d been doing his
best to avoid her these past few days; and then suddenly out of the blue he
asks her to have a drink with him because he’s ‘got something to talk about’
with her. Aerie had been forlorn for the last week, so maybe…
A flicker of… something… excitement, anticipation…
…Hope?…
…just maybe.
A hint of a smile grazed her lips-the poor bugger was
really nervous despite the fact they were the nearly same ages, he was still so
young and inexperienced in at least the ways of the heart.
But she wasn’t falling in love with that part of him.
She was falling in love with her leader: the
determined, bordering on stubborn, rugged, experienced brawling warrior that
could handle strong dwarven ale.
That he accidentally had a
good body was just a nice bonus.
He fumbled at her outright
question yet he seemed to be on autopilot. “I wanted to talk about us.”
She nodded.
The flicker became a small
flame…
“…” He sighed, and just
decided to grab the bull by the horns.
“I think I’m falling in
love with you.”
The small flame ignited
into a firestorm.
Her hand slid across the
table to his, and their fingers entwined, and she smiled in response.
“Tha’ wannae soo ’ard, nah
was it laddie?” she said with a mischievous smirk.
A stupid grin crossed
Loké’s face. “So… now what?”
“How about a meal?”
And it went from there.
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Seven
months, two weeks and four days later…
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Annah lay
back on the sofa and gave a sigh of satisfaction as she closed her eyes and snuggled
into the deep cushions in her room in Suldanessellar, idly thinking about the
elves and how comfortable they’d made her room.
Her eyes
opened as she realised her mistake and corrected mentally herself.
*Their*
room.
The small
smile of satisfaction became a smile of happiness as she unconsciously hugged
herself with her arms and tail. Even months after they’d officially become a
couple it was still strange to her to think as herself as Loké’s… girlfriend,
for lack of a better word… and said person as her boyfriend.
Loké.
Just the name made her smile as she thought of his shaggy hair and the easy
going smile he’d regained along with his soul and Imoen. She’d been highly
suspicious of him at first-he’d been so… *nice* to her, a concept she’d never
been familiar with. Then as time had passed the git had gone and wormed his way
into her heart, and… well. Here she – they – were.
The room
was a large ovoid with the entrance in the south of the room, with stairs
upstairs and downstairs to the bathroom. The sofa Annah lying on under a window
in the east where the room narrowed like it did on the western wall, where a
large luxurious four poster double bed with silk sheets was located, a certain
half-elf laying asleep under the covers, dozing with an innocent smile on his
face.
She lay
there watching him sleep for a few minutes, before feeling the familiar longing
of being close to him, which she obliged, and walked over to the bed, without
taking off the shadow dragon scale armour they’d made for her, slipped under
the sheets next to him. Snuggling up to him she laid her head on his chest and
wrapped her tail around waist. If she’d been told two years ago that in two
years time she’d be on the prime material plane and in the arms of someone
she’d openly admit she loved, and who would do the same, she’d have laughed in
their face.
“Ah get
the feelin’ ah’m gonna be staying here for a while,” she’d told Loké when she’d
decided to tag along with him and the others. She chuckled, ‘How reeght ah
was.’
Annah
gave a small sigh of… wistfulness, for lack of a better word.
For the
first time in her life she’d shared her deepest secrets, hopes with someone,
who’d shared theirs with her, who had been there for her since day one of her
arriving here.
For a few
weeks now, another feeling had been building in her whenever she thought of or
saw Loké, and she could tell it had been building in Loké when she looked into
his eyes. She hadn’t been too sure of what it was at first, but during one
especially passionate tryst a few days ago she’d realised what it was…
She
groaned in approval as Loké slid his tongue past her lips. Her tongue danced
with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even deeper
into the kiss, only to break it with a gasp of pleasure when her grabbed her
buttocks in his hands and squeezed them.
“Hardah,”
she groaned, and then whimpered in pleasure as he obeyed, rubbing herself on
his leg and throwing her head back as he started kissing and sucking on her
neck. “Ah gods” she whimpered blissfully as she felt a tingling heat building
up between her legs.
But
suddenly Loké let her go and pulled away as if he’d been burnt, a confused look
on his face. Annah was crushed-she felt tears forming as she yelled at him:
“Ah, ah’m nae good enough fa yeh am ah? Jus’ sahm tart that ya can pick up an’
drop wannae ya want?”
“No
Annah, you-“
“Don’t
ya ‘you’ me ya bastard! I cannae beli-“ She stopped as she suddenly realised
the bed sheets (even her jerkin do a degree) were hissing and smoking, jumped off
the bed and looked down to see smoke wafting from herself.
“…Well
tha’s navae happened before,” was all she could think of saying.
“I
think I burnt my hands,” Loké stated prior to downing a healing potion, wincing
as he put it to his lips. “And lips. Ah well,” he said, slipping the bottle
back into his pack on the floor, “looks like I’ll have to borrow that ring of
fire resistance from Jaheira,” He chuckled. “Has that ever happened before?
“Nevah.”
“…hm.
I guess it must happen when you get…” he trailed off for effect, “…’excited’.”
They kissed again, and went to bed in one another’s arms. But the lust had gone
for now.
Lust.
That was what it had been. She’d wanted him to take her there on the floor, and
to put no-too-finer point on it, screw her so hard that she’d be sore for a
week.
Just the
thought of him doing it to her made her pulse race. Then she noticed Loké had
opened his eyes.
“Hey,” he
murmured as he gave her a sleepy smile, “how are ya?”
“Fine.
An’ ya’ve been hangin’ aroon’ me too long,” she giggled, “Yeh startin’ to soond
like meh noo.”
He simply
snaked his arms around her waist and lifted her on top of him, with little
effort, and gave her a gentle kiss in response. They broke the kiss and she
laid her head on his chest.
“Ah love
yeh,” Annah whispered.
“Love you
too.”
She gave
a nervous smile. There was no turning back now …
Reaching
into one of the pockets on the side of her armour, she pulled out a ring and
brought it up to Loké’s right hand. As she slipped it on she slipped off his
ring of protection from the same hand. Loké looked at her quizzically as she
did this, so Annah wrapped her tail around his wrist, holding it up to his face
to show him. At first Loké just looked blankly at it before his eyes widened,
simultaneously blushing in recognition and realisation of what it meant.
It was
the ring of fire protection.
He slid
down the bed a little so their faces were level, and then he asked, “Are you
sure?”
She
nodded, “Ah’ve been takin’ some ‘erbs tha’ Jaheira says’ll stop meh getting’
pregnant, fer a few days noo.” She looked nervously at him and whispered into
his ear “ah wannae show yeh how much a trust ya… how much ya mean ta meh.” A
wicked smirk came over her face. “That an I wannae to make meh scream.”
“You
aren’t the only one,” Loké chuckled nervously. “Are you sure Annah?” he
repeated, as he played with her tail with his right hand, the other stroking
her back gently, both strangely comfortable, yet at the same time nervous at
Annah’s proposal.
The
tiefling’s response was to kneel over his lap, letting the blanket pool around
her, and unsnap the catches that held the shoulder pad on. She paused, lowered
her hand, tilted her head to one side, and smiled. “Ya wannae continue for me?”
She felt
her skin crawl at Loké’s practically evil grin.
He placed
his hands on the outside of her thighs on the armour. She smiled when he gave
them a small squeeze and started sliding up along them up to her hips, pausing
to stroke her exposed stomach. Continuing up along her sides, Annah watched
breathlessly, gently biting her lower lip in anticipation, excitement and fear.
After
what seemed like an eternity to Annah, Loké reached her shoulders, grabbed the
spiked shoulder pad, pulled it off her shoulder, swung his arm over the edge of
the bed, and let go. The spiked pad hit the floor with a satisfying ‘clunk’.
Loké
paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him, muttered a few words under
his breath and the bed sheets started the glow faintly.
With
precautions out of the way Loké slowly reached up to the buckles on the neck of
Annah’s armour. Annah ground herself into his crotch, and the firmness she now
felt pressing itself against her right thigh, in approval.
Never
breaking eye contact he slowly unfastened it, to which Annah gave a small moan
of displeasure, drawing a smirk from Loké. When he finished, he slowly pulled
the front half towards him revealing her upper chest, but heaved a quiet sigh
of annoyance when it wouldn’t go any lower, the two halves having reached the
point where they joined at the sides.
Annah
realised why he was sighing and motioned for him to sit up. Now sitting in
front of each other, Loké could easily reach for the sides of the armour and
pull down on the scales, which he did slowly, savouring the moment while the
pair looked down at the shiny black. Her large breasts resisted the armour’s
descent for a moment, then sprung free as Loké let go of the armour and it
pooled around her waist.
The
tiefling looked up at Loké, trying to gauge his reaction, remaining silent as
she unconsciously held her breath, awaiting his approval. His right hand rose
from the pool of scales to hover nervously over her left breast, before resting
lightly on the globe after a few seconds.
She
closed her eyes and gave a small moan of approval as he gently squeezed the
tissue. When he began gently massaging it with his fingers her fear and tension
melted, as she felt the tingling build between her legs and her body heat
increase.
She
shivered as Loké leant over kissed her deeply. As their tongues explored each
other’s mouths in a passionate embrace, Loké fondled her breasts and she
wrapped her arms around his head pulling him deeper into the kiss, her tail
coiled around his waist, squeezing in synch with the kiss.
Meanwhile,
his left hand had started to gently tug at the armour, silently asking her to
kneel a little higher, which she did for him. Loké slid the armour over her
bottom, down her legs, as her tail slide through the hole in the small of the
suit and she slid it from under her and, without breaking the kiss, threw it
across the room to the gods-only-cared.
When they
came up for air, Loké’s gaze was drawn to Annah’s pink nipples; her right
nipple… was taut… so was the other one. As Annah watched him gaze at her chest,
she subconsciously pushed it forward… she felt vaguely amused and most
definitely excited he was finding her body so fascinating. She tilted her head
on one side as he removed his hands from her breasts.
Annah
looked at him quizzically, but when he took her left nipple between his thumb
and forefinger and started to gently roll and tug at it, she yelped in surprise
at the jolt of pleasure it caused. Loké let go as if he’d been burnt,
apologetically saying, “Sorry,” only to have Annah’s tail wrap around his wrist
like lightning and pull it roughly to her breast.
“Naw, it
felt good,” she murmured huskily through lidded eyes, arching her back, pulling
his hands into her breasts as he resumed playing with them. At the same time,
she decided to explore *his* body, and starting snaking her hands slowly across
his chest, muscular with wearing heavy armour all day, memorising every detail
through her eyes and hands.
Loké
found it harder to concentrate the longer she ran her hands over his body. He
unthinkingly ran his left hand along her back; anywhere he touched feeling like
fire to Annah. Without warning he roughly pulled her into him, crushing her
breasts into his hand and chest, and started nibbling and sucking gently on her
neck, causing Annah to throw her head back and shudder as she gave a groan of
approval, her tail swinging up to hold his head there while his left hand
gently massaged the erogenous zone at the base of her tail, his right still
toying with her almost painfully sensitive nipple as she other rubbed against
his chest, the tip of his erection pushing into the bottom of her stomach.
He ceased
his sucking to whisper something in her ear she didn’t hear at first, forcing
Loké to gently twist her nipple to get her attention as well as give her another
shock of pleasure. “The door’s
unlocked.”
“Tha’
yer’d bettah lock it.” She murmured. He was driving her wild; never in her
wildest thoughts had she thought it would feel *this* good. The wet feeling at
the juncture of her thighs wasn’t helping her self control much either.
“*You*
lock it,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
Despite
their current situation she felt herself flush with excitement and arousal at
the idea. She pulled away from the half-elf and looked at him with a blank look
on her face as she thought. After a few seconds, she felt herself smile, nod,
whisper “Okay”, and get off the bed, giving Loké a wonderful view of her
backside in the process.
As soon
as she put her feet on the floor the glazed tiles starting giving quiet pings
of protest as they quickly heated up. Walking slowly towards the door Annah put
a little extra roll into her hips, feeling Loké’s eyes all over her body as she
walked.
Said
person was struggling to contain the urge to just leap across and take her
right there in the middle of the floor. Never mind her body; just her walk was
sinfully erotic, the roll of her hips, the way her tail swayed… part of his
consciousness was asking himself how he’d managed to keep his hands (mostly) to
himself already. The rest of his consciousness, and body, smirked-they wouldn’t
have to now.
She’ d
reached the door now, and facing it gave him a profile view of her body-the
long legs, delicate arms, her toned stomach, the large swells of her breasts,
her short, scruffy hair… not for the first time he wondered how he’d managed to
live without her as he felt his love for her grow even more-not to mention his
lust.
The
object of his affections slid the bolt shut, wood hissing and smoking slightly
as her fingers brushed it, the sound of the bolt striking home a satisfying
finality to the exclusion of the outside world. She then turned to face him and
Loké’s mouth went dry.
Walking
slowly towards him Loké watched with amazement. Wearing nothing but a smile,
her eyes shined like diamonds. Her breasts bounced slightly whenever her feet
hit the floor; the movement of the muscles in her stomach and shoulders, her
toned legs, that dragon tattoo on her right thigh and-Loké’s gaze followed the
direction it was looking- the hairless crotch shining with anticipation.
Annah
felt like a goddess as she walked towards her love, the look on his face
annihilating any doubt about how he felt, feeding her confidence. She watched
his gaze dip below her stomach-the tiles’ glaze beneath her feet promptly
started pinging more loudly.
Loké
moved to the edge of the bed as she closed the distance. When she arrived at
the edge Loké grabbed her by the waist and hauled a surprised Annah over
himself onto the other side of the bed, rolling on top of her as she landed to
pin her down, and attacked her mouth with his and a ruthless intensity, before
he started kissing and sucking on her neck again. Annah responded by pushing
herself up into him, her tail and arms pulling him down at the same time.
“Loké…”
she whimpered as he hit a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck,
“…I wannae ta do sommat to me.”
“Mm?” He
murmured as he sucked her collarbone.
“A wanna
ta tie me up.”
Loké’s
head shot up and he looked at her in surprise and disbelief… and excitement.
“Sorry?”
he eventually found the words to say.
“Ah wanna
show yeh how much ah trust yeh. Ah wannae to be at yeh mercy,” she whispered
into his ear. “An’ aye, ah’m sure.”
Loké
remained like a statue for several seconds before his body seemed to obey his
brain.
“Okay.”
He whispered. He slid off the bed and pulled out the half-inch thick magical
rope the fish prince had given them in the underwater city, muttering the
protection from fire spell as he did so.. He uncoiled it until he had about
seven feet in length, then cut it off, while Annah lay on her side and watched
him. He repeated the process six times, then took two small lengths, about a
foot and a half each, and a final one at three feet. He then put the seemingly
untouched rope back in his pack.
“Kneel in
the middle of the bed,” he ordered her, both their hearts racing. When she got
into that position, he sat behind her on the bed. Then he slowly tied one end
of the three feet long strip into a knot. Just before he tightened the knot he
whispered huskily into her ear “Tell me when it start’s to hurt.” And proceeded
to tighten the knot around her tail. When the rope started to bite painfully
she murmured, “Stop.”
At that
word Loké whispered, “Stay still, don’t
look behind you.”
“Ah else
what?” she asked as she bit her gently bit her lower lip.
“Or
else,” Loké whispered into her ear, “You will be… punished.” The way he growled
the last word made her shiver. He was really getting into this.
For a few
minutes as she looked forward, feeling her thighs start to grow damper, all she
heard was chord tightening behind her, and then Loké entered her field of view
as he climbed around and sat in from of her, his large member almost
threateningly pointing at her.
“Give me
your hands.”
She
presented them, and watched in wonder as he tied. Within a minute they were
bound inescapably together at the wrists, the slightly painful biting of the
ropes making her arousing her yet more.
“Yeh good
at this,” she whispered admiringly.
“Shush,”
he murmured warmly. “Lie on your back and stay still.”
She
breathlessly slid onto her back, watching him as her eyes shone with
excitement. He tied one of the long pieces of rope to the post by her right
foot agonisingly slowly, only to repeat the process with the post by her left
foot. Then he took her left ankle and tied it as tightly and securely as her
wrists, then it was her right foot’s turn. Her legs were now spread wide, her
womanhood on display. When she tested the strength of the bonds, there was no
doubt that she was staying like that until Loké chose otherwise.
Said
person watched her tug at the bonds with amusement before he then moved forward
to her, along the bed, between her legs. Annah’s eyes widened in a mixture of
fright and anticipation as she watched his stiff member come closer to her
lips… only to have it pass over along her stomach, leaving a small trail of
pre-cum as Loké took her hands and held them above her head. He knelt over her
as she watched him tie her bound wrists to the two pieces of rope he’d tied to
the other pair of bedposts, so they were stretched above her, his member
resting in the valley of her breasts.
When she
looked down she pulled her head back slightly in surprise. The head of it was
just in front of her-so close she could faintly smell it. Annah found herself
unable to take her eyes off it, the way the veins bulged, the shiny head, the
length and thickness of it…She was so absorbed with examining it she didn’t
noticed Loké grab the rope tied to her tail, pull it from under her back. She
did notice him start to tie it around her neck, and looked at him slightly
alarmed. He paused, looked down at her, and smiled gently.
“Trust
me,” he gently reminded her. After a pause, she smiled, nodded her head, and he
continued. When he finished he tightened it so that the short piece of rope
prevented her from moving her neck, but wasn’t tight enough to restrict her
breathing. All she could do was look up at the ceiling of the bed. A sudden
decrease in tilt in one direction of the bed told her he’d left the bed. She
was about to ask him where he was going, a fear he was going to leave her like
that rearing it’s ugly head, when she felt him rejoin her on the bed Then he
entered her field of vision with a length of bandages. She immediately realised
what he had in mind, nodding her head as she gently bit her lip in excitement
at the prospect. He wrapped it around her head and then all she could do was
feel, the thought of which made the heat between her legs unbearable.
She felt
his hand clasp the base of her tail, and gently squeeze it as he ran his hand
down it to the tip. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she felt him pull it
taught and then rope against its tip. When she tried to move it, there was once
again no give, the limb being pulled in the opposite direction to her wrists by
the rope.
Annah
moaned as she felt a shock of pleasure as two of his fingers feather-stroked
the lips of her clit, touching her where no-one else had ever touched her
before, a whimpering cry of pleasure escaping her mouth as she tried to push
herself into them to increase the feeling. He chuckled at her reaction as he
placed the two wet fingertips at the base of her neck, and slowly slid them
down towards her stomach.
He looked
down at her, almost too scared to do anything. He knew what this whole bondage
thing meant to her and it scared him slightly to know she trusted him this
much. His uncertainty on his face hardened into determination. He was going to
make this unforgettable for her… and be honest with her.
“Annah…?”
“Aye
love?” She could detect the uncertainty in his voice.
“Thi…
this is…” He tried to form the sentence, but gave up on it. He leant over,
rubbing her breasts against his chest, and simply whispered into her ear before
kissing her, “You’re my first.”
She
willingly accepted his mouth, a feeling of nervousness she didn’t even know she
had disappearing. When they broke she immediately replied, “It’s a’reeght… Yeh
mah first too,” smiling almost innocently.
She felt
him move down his body, his breath leaving a small trail, before she gave a
moan of approval as she felt his mouth close around her right nipple and one of
his right hand tweak the other, his left hand running itself through her hair.
She tried to push herself into his mouth as he tauntingly nibbled and sucked
it, flicked it with his tongue. Suddenly only the cold air was to caress her
nipple and he left it, drawing a whimper of protest from Annah, only to have
her murmur in please as his mouth continued the process with her left nipple,
his right hand leaving her hair to tease her other nub.
“Please…”
she moaned as his mouth left her and started kissing it’s way down to her
navel, eliciting a shriek of pleasure from her when he slid his tongue in. She
could feel him grinning against her skin.
Then she
felt a hand at her lips again, gently stroking the seal they made, causing
Annah to try and writhe in pleasure, the bonds holding her fast. She felt so
wonderfully impure at the thought she was *willingly* being violated and she
couldn’t do anything to stop it.
As a
finger parted her lips for the first time she winced slightly, but started
trying to push it deeper into her as it ran between them, building the heat up
yet more. She felt so close to something… and when the finger rubbed a
particularly sensitive spot where her lips ended she got the ‘something’.
She
shrieked as she felt her body tense and the heat that had built up wash over
her body, a feeling or indescribable rapture replacing it as it went. As soon
as the feeling had spread to her body, it vanished, leaving her lying there
feeling exhausted, but *very* satisfied.
As the
feeling of bliss faded she became aware of Loké asking her repeatedly if she
was all right. She smiled as she lay there panting, speaking to put him at
ease, “Ah’m fine mah love… yah… yah jus’ made me…” she trailed off, at a loss
of how to describe it. “Yah made… meh feel fantahstic. “
A small
sigh of relief reached her ears. “I thought it wasn’t painful, but I wasn’t
sure th-“
“Ah
shurrup an’ take meh,” she growled warmly.
His worry
for her during her orgasm having taken the edge off his need, he kneeled and
positioned himself at her entrance, taking his member in his hand. He gently
guided it to her lips, parting them, drawing a moan of approval from Annah. Just
before he began penetrating her, a wicked thought occurred to him as he looked
down at his helpless lover’s body, now coated in a sheen of sweat. His hands
started running along the insides of her thighs, sliding up to her toned
stomach and breasts, only to run back down to her thighs again in a tortures
manner.
Annah
pulled against her bonds as she tried to writhe in the agonising pleasure he
was causing, the heat building up in the juncture of her thighs again. She was
yanked from her bliss by one word.
“Beg.”
She
opened her eyes only to be reminded that she was blindfolded by the darkness.
“Wha?”
“Beg. Beg
for it or I’ll leave you here.” She shivered at the tone of his voice and felt
her body respond. It had been the same one he’d used for Irenicus. Her
instincts overrode her though.
“No.”
There was
silence for several seconds, before she felt his member remove itself from her
lips and the depression in the bed shift as he made to leave.
She felt
fear well up in her, and before she realised, she found herself whimpering.
“P-please.
Take meh.”
The
movement stopped.
“Take
meh, screw meh until ah cannae walk, please!”
She felt
him move back, and he resumed groping her as his member once again help her
lips apart.
“What
*exactly* do you want me to do?”
“…”
She gave
a shuddering whimper as she felt the head of his member part her lips and rest
partially inside her.
“*Well*?”
“…please,
violate meh! Make meh yers for god’s sake ple-“ the rest of her sentence died
as he slammed into her in one sharp thrust. It didn’t feel that pleasurable
though-a sharp pain, like a hard pinch inside of her drowned the pleasure out.
As she yelped in surprise and pain she felt Loké wrap his arms around her, and
kiss her on the lips as he remained stationary.
“I’m sorry
that had to hurt,” he whispered in her ear. “And you are so sexy when you beg,”
he chuckled. Annah couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m only
going to carry on when you say,” he whispered into her ear.
“Thankya,”
she whispered back. After a few minutes the pain faded and she became aware of
just how *big* he felt. “Okay,” she whispered. He placed his hands on her
shoulders.
Then he
began moving.
Just the
feeling of him pull out of her, only to slide back in and stretch her again
drove her wild as she whimpered his name and cried out with pleasure. As she
thrashed against her bonds, that feeling of him violating her and her being
utterly helpless heightening the eroticism and pleasure of their lovemaking.
Loké
gritted his teeth at the sensation of her tight passage, her lips clinging to
his member so tightly they were being pulled outwards whenever he pulled out of
her.
“Gods
Annah, you’re so small and hot and *tight*,” he growled.
Part of
him just wanted to slam into her ruthlessly; it was all he could do not to
surrender to that urge.
Annah lay
there pulling against her bonds, calling out his name in near painful rapture.
Just the feeling of him sliding in and out of her was rivalling the pleasure
her first orgasm had given her. “Harder,” she asked, and he obeyed, the new
feeling of his manhood rubbing her cervix with every thrust making her yelp in
delight.
He
started teasing her by alternating between slow and hard thrusts - sometimes
going slowly - other times gently. As he thrust his left hand ran down her
body, along her breasts, her stomach, her stretched lips, to the base of her
tail which he squeezed firmly, drawing a whimpering gasp from Annah
He
continued thrusting into her for many minutes as she cried out in approval,
stoking the head inside over and in his member, until finally Annah felt her
mouth go dry, and she gave a dry scream of ecstasy as the walls of her vagina
closed around her lover. He tried to resist the urge but only thrust a handful
of times more before his love’s ministrations destroyed his resolve, and he
gave one last thrust as he released his seed deep inside her, into her womb. As
he finished he fell on top of her, propping himself on his arms to prevent
crushing her. He slid her blindfold off and they gazed into each other’s eyes
lovingly, covered in sweat, and panting exhaustedly in a blissful silence.
“Ah love
yeh,” Annah murmured as she smiled warmly..
“I love
you too,” Loké murmured back with a faint grin on his face too.
After a
few minutes of gaining his strength, Loké climbed off her and the bed, took one
of the daggers she kept, and cut her bonds. Both were too tired to remove the
rope from her tail and ankles, so Annah pulled the cover off the floor back
onto the bed and over them both with her tail, both falling asleep in each
other’s arms.
The
tailed tiefling gave a gentle groan of annoyance when her body pulled her from
sleep. The first thing she was aware of was how sticky her body was… especially
her crotch. As she pulled herself up onto her elbows the sheets peeled off her
back. She lay there wondering briefly what had happened and why in between her
legs felt faintly sore.
Then she
remembered as she turned her head to her lover, arm around her waist and her
tail being gently held in the other hand as he slept with a small smile. She
couldn’t help but smile back, and lay back on the bed and snuggled into him.
After
several hours of enjoying him lying next to her, she heard his breathing
quicken and become shallower as he entered the conscious world too. She leaned
over him and kissed him deeply on the lips, which he sluggishly returned at
first. When they parted they smiled at one another, Loké opening his eyes to
look into hers.
“Morning,”
he whispered with a sleepy, bordering on smug, grin.
She
kissed him again in reply and lay her head on his chest. They lay like that for
several minutes in silence, before something occurred to Annah.
“Loké?”
she said quietly.
“Mm?”
“Ah
wannae yeh first, was ah.”
“You
were, my lo-“
“Then how
deed yah know whatta do?” She demanded. “Ah’m nae mad if ah wannae yeh first,”
she whispered the last bit, disappointed with the idea of not being his first
for some reason.
Loké gave
her a loving smile. “You *are* my first. Imoen nicked a book from Whinthrop
when we were seventeen. It was this book on the Radiant Heart apparently, but
we agreed it was actually a… ‘dirty’… book. And *very* informative,” he
finished, lazily running her tail through his left hand.
“Remin’
meh teh thank yeh sister,” she giggled as the feelings of wistfulness vanished.
“Well, ah’m gannae take a bath,” she spoke as she crawled out of bed. Halfway
to the stairs leading down to the bathroom she turned with a wicked grin on her
face.
“Coming?”
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Why
the bondage?
Okay,
well, as I tried to convey in the chapter, Annah (and tieflings in general) has
an issue with trust. She’s not only had to grow up trusting very few people, if
at all, but was very distrustful of Loké at first.
So, while
sex is supposed the be the climax of a relationship, (which are, after all,
built upon trust) I felt Annah might want to take it even further and reduce
her to (basically) a slave; or at least, let Loké render her absolutely
helpless, to show just how much she trusts him.
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