The Sun on Lily’s Skin (Lily Lupine)

This surprisingly grey April was crushing Violet. She hadn’t seen the sun – the real sun, free of grey – in what felt like months.

It was times like these when she felt a bit hopeless. Despite her successful career, despite a loving wife and people who admired her, everything seemed so bland. Having taken a break at the office for the week, Violet ended up spending most of her time in bed, eating meals that Miranda either made or ordered out.

Finally, on the fifth day of Violet hanging around the house moping, Miranda put her foot down. “We’re going on vacation,” she said, staring down at her wife.

Violet, quite frankly, looked pretty awful. She hadn’t bothered redying her hair in three weeks, showing her black roots; she didn’t bother with makeup or even with showering, and hadn’t in two days. Violet frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You heard me. Vacation. I got one of our playthings to lend us a cabin where it’s good and sunny.”

Violet looked up at Miranda, eyes dull and tired. “Do we gotta?” A fist in her hair ripping a yelp from Violet’s lips answered her question, but just to make certain, Miranda locked eyes and nodded.

“You’re going.”

It took Miranda taking control, making all the plans and getting everything ready for them to go. Still, Miranda at least got Lily to do her self-care; to redye her hair for the trip, shave, and pack her favorite lingerie. Violet still stared into blank space as they travelled by the plane, and although she didn’t react, she appreciated the feeling of Miranda’s hand gently squeezing her thigh every now and then.

Off the plane, Violet couldn’t help but smile softly once she shook off the nap she took on the flight – it had only been an hour in the air, but it was still a plane ride. The weather here was completely different; where at home it was Spring lying about being Winter, here it was Spring lying about being Summer. As Miranda got the rental car, Violet stood outside the airport in the parking lot, setting her bags down on the ground for a moment to stretch out.

Violet smiled softly at the feeling of the warmth on her skin. This is nice, she thought to herself.

Once they arrived, ‘Violet’ and ‘Miranda’ were ‘Lily’ and ‘Mariah’.

By the first few hours in at the cabin, Lily knew she didn’t want to leave. Out in the woods, there was nobody who could see them if they played outside, so the ever industrious Mariah set up what could only be described as a ‘contraption’; what looked slapped together was actually a pair of study pieces of lumber Lily would be placed between with an overhang above her to hold rope on. Mariah tested it by jumping on the top of it, stomping, bouncing and pretending to fall off, scaring the hell out of Lily.

Blindfolded, gagged with one of her favorite dildos and bound to this jury-rigged setup, Lily enjoyed the feeling of the sunlight on her completely skin. It was warm. It made her feel like she was glowing. It was freeing, being bare with nothing but her heels, a rope harness holding a turned-off wand against her pussy, and the warm summer breeze washing over.

Moreover, she enjoyed the feeling of her arms and legs forced apart; feet held in place chained to a bar which went under the arch of her high heels and over her ankles. Her back forced into an arched position by her hair bound and pulled back into a knot incorporated into a body harness, large, round breasts becoming just slightly red from the feeling of the rope squeezing them.

Those sensitive breasts sent a feeling of bliss through her as clamps roughly held onto her nipples with small weights that also vibrated, sending pleasure running up the chain through her like lightning. Those weighs were only a few ounces, but they felt overwhelming and intoxicating.

Her arms were pulled to either side and upwards; bound to the wood at either side. She could squirm but couldn’t pull her arms free.

“I’m glad you came out here,” the voice of Lily’s wife purred in her ear, as Lily felt Mariah’s hair lightly against her shoulder before feeling firm hands on her slightly reddened bosoms. “You look so good like this,” Mariah said nails lightly digging into the younger woman’s sensitive breasts, digging in. Lily moaned and squirmed and writhed, pressing her body back against Mariah’s, feeling the older woman’s bare cock pressed against her ass.

Slowly, those strong but delicate fingers reached down and flicked a switch on the wand incorporated in the harness and it came to life. Vibrations quaked through Lily’s body as her yell was captured by the gag false cock in her mouth, forcing the woman to writhe and buck, groaning as she squirmed helpless, Mariah’s body pressed against hers’.

“Be a good girl now,” Mariah said, reaching up to lightly slap Lily’s left breast. The sensitive skin sent a sharp feeling through her as yells became squeals and hips bucked back. Her pussy was already soaked, begging for Mariah’s cock.

One arm wrapped around the bound woman’s midsection as kisses were planted up and down the side of her neck. Goosebumps prickled and excitement ran through her. The affectionate gesture mixed and swirled with the feeling of an earthquake pleasuring her pussy and the pain as Mariah kept occasionally slapping a breast.

Lily’s whole world became fuzzy and she didn’t need to squirm. The pain from each slap only grew worse, but Lily could take it. Her squeals became low, guttural groans, held back by the cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed as she her hips bucked in desperation all on their own, begging for more sensation. Lily obeyed though, letting herself be Mariah’s plaything.

Another strike to her reddened breasts, and another and another. Each slap was just as hard, but hurt a little more than the last. Each slap sent a surge of pain through her tit and of pleasure through her bosom.

The feeling of Mariah’s precum against her ass drove Lily mad. She wanted it. She needed it. If not for the cock down her mouth she would be begging, pleading to be fucked. Mariah just kept holding her tight and slapping each breast in turn.

“I think it’s time, don’t you?” Mariah whispered, and without warning the vacationing woman felt her pussy, shaking from the vibrations of the toy, full of cock. Lily practically screamed in delight as her cunt clamped down on Mariah’s cock. Nails dug into her shoulders and pulled her back onto Mariah.

Her wife was being brutal and ferocious; every thrust, rather than tender or quick was hard. Every thrust felt like it practically bottomed out, and after every thrust Mariah held inside of her, let the wand vibrate both of them, turning her own cock into a lightning rod for the vibrations and taking them deeper into Lily.

Every thrust push Lily higher into heaven. Every thrust made her squirm and yell. Without realizing it, Lily’s cunt clamped down; Mariah’s cock felt so massive it was tearing her in two as Lily shook and every muscle in her tensed; the sheer power of her own cunt nearly forced Mariah out, but that just made her growl like an animal and fuck Lily harder, faster.

Lily let her body go limp and relaxed, surrendering and giving herself utterly to Mariah. The woman dug her nails into Lily’s shoulders, her back, covered her in red marks, reached down to slap her tits again. The pain and brutality made Lily feel used, made Lily feel wanted, made Lily feel wonderful. Her cunt clamped down, begging for more and more, but she couldn’t even arch her back, push back against Mariah, she was too well bound.

Lily just kept moaning, screaming, feeling her skin grow sweaty, Mariah’s movements grow more erratic. That cock inside of her felt like it was getting bigger, harder, tighter, before all of a sudden a rush of pleasure and Lily’s knees grew weak and she shook at the sensation of hot, thick cum hitting the inside of her pussy.

Mariah kept pounding away, kept driving that cock into her all through the older woman’s orgasm. As it ended, Mariah leaned in and kissed the back of Lily’s neck. “Good girl,” she said, smiling and petting Lily’s hair as she panted, whimpering and shuddering.

Mariah gave her a squeeze with one arm, and used the other to turn the wand off. “Now let your Mistress hold you for a while before she lets you go,” Mariah whispered in her ear.

Since Lily couldn’t nod or even speak with the dildo gagging her mouth, she let out a tiny murmur in an obedient affirmative and relaxed, letting her enjoy the strength of Mariah’s arms, and the feeling of Mariah’s cum slowly beginning to drip out of her.

Mariah kept one hand flat on Lily as she untied her. A hand on her shoulder, on her back, on her neck; always caressing her and showing her tender care as she freed her. The hand trailing down her leg as Mariah moved to free her feet from their trap. Always making sure to keep that connection of gentle touch. Finally, as Lily was free, Mariah held her, arms around her midsection and letting Lily rest against her.

“Who’s my favorite little slut?” asked Mariah while kissing Lily, tracing fingertips along the younger woman’s ropemarks as she shuddered and moaned, sensitive skin sending sensations through her.

“I am?” Lily asked gently, breathing deeply, weakly.

“Yes you are,” Mariah said, before letting Lily’s midsection go to grab her hand and give it a squeeze, pulling the blindfold off last. “Come on, Lily. Let’s shower.”


The Man Who Captures Wind (Aureus Lux)

The lights from the city were some of the only real excitement in The Duchess of the court of Aureus Lux’s life.

The Duchess lived in a small glade close to the Aureus Lux City Park. If one wanted to visit her, it would be a quick hop down the Red Line down the subway for three stops, then a few blocks to her place. It wasn’t all that far if you went that way, and you could avoid traffic, but you would encounter one more problem to visit her.

Fae weren’t allowed in human cities. They were far too dangerous. So she remained sequestered in a place just left of what most men called ‘reality’, relaxing away the day with the other fae. Sometimes, she enjoyed watching as the lights from the buses passed by the tree she made her home. Occasionally, when a witch or a wizard who was being particularly cheeky with their Spell Phones and accidentally came a little too close, she would steal some candy from them.

This glade was her home; her own little court within the great seelie court. Ruling only by her title of Duchess, she had absolute power here – as much as one could have absolute power in the home of such a chaotic race. Even if it was a prison to keep her kind away from the human world, she could do whatever she wanted here.

She was respected. She was visited every time another member of a ‘foreign’ court came to her little glade. The Duchess ruled, and when she dropped the playful giggles and spoke seriously, nobody dared to speak against her. She was bored. So occasionally, despite how hilariously illegal it was for even her, she would occasionally dip into the human world and pick things up. Her collection was vast.

She loved mirrors which she used to admire herself almost every day, showing off alabaster-white skin, massive breasts with huge, heart-shaped aereolas, a large butt and hips, and a belly that apparently most human women would have found shameful and embarrassing, but she couldn’t help but grin when she squeezed it. Short and stout, with bright pink hair, bright green eyes and bright pink lips, this noble sidhe certainly stood out even before one noticed her butterfly wings, stained in hues of magentas and purples.

Having swiped a mirror enchanted with a spell, she could sometimes pick up some of the shows that played on the humans’ television. There were boring dramas about crimes and murders, fun shows of humans cooking up their delicious looking food, but her favorite were the shows of dancing colors; drawings come to life with vibrant, fun voices.

She also enjoyed card games, although she could never manage to get her hands on entire decks, so the games she used to drag the other fae around into were always a little lopsided and weird, and eventually they stopped playing after she memorized just how the deck differed from how decks were supposed to be.

She loved stuffed animals; she could hug and squeeze them all she wanted and sleep with them in her massive bed without worrying about them trying to pull a prank as almost every sidhe she would invite there almost inevitably would. The ragged little bears and giraffes and her favorite, a floppy eared dog, kept her from being lonely at night when she felt lonely.

She found herself enjoying the coloring and activity books that children had, and she had stolen seemingly hundreds of them over the last decade, adorning her mirrors with stickers, the inside of her tree with ripped out pages of coloring books, garish creatures decorating her home. She had seen enough cats to know they weren’t bright green, enough dogs to know that they weren’t yellow with pink polka dots, and horses didn’t naturally come in rainbow colors, but who was gonna stop her.

When it came to coloring books, her boredom had been cut through when she found a new coloring book and she had been spending all day and night turning it from a barely touched thing formerly belonging to a child to something that was a new, beautiful work of art, including a crayoned in orc family that came in a technicolor that just wasn’t accurate; a red and blue orc would not, in fact have a green son and pink daughter. Genes just didn’t work like that.

“Duchess,” a deep, baritone voice belonging to Llew tried to interrupt her coloring.

She ignored it, and kept coloring in her book.

“Duchess, there’s something happening!”

The Duchess wiggled her ass at the fairy trying to get her attention, and there was quite a lot of ass for her to wiggle at said fae.

An exasperated sigh. “Duchess, there’s a human coming here,” mumbled the frustrated fae with mane-like blue hair and slumped shoulders.

The girly little fae stopped filling in the orc daughter’s rainbow-colored teeth. “A human?” she said in a soft, feminine, high-pitched voice.

“Yes. Should I drive him out?” the Llew asked. The Duchess glanced back over her shoulder; this guy was far more serious than she knew how to deal with, and took his job of ‘neighborhood watch’ way too seriously. Instead, she just grinned.

“Naaaaah. I’ll take care of it,” she said, standing up giving a wink before her form began to fade, body splitting into leaves in the wind before disappearing altogether in a swirl of color. It had been so long since a human had wandered into her home. Perhaps she would just steal the colors from their body and leave them in monochrome, if she was feeling nice. If this human didn’t entertain her though, perhaps she would pluck them limb from limb for stepping foot on her glade.


A human, in Tir Na Nog! She knew that it was completely illegal for a human to come here; they feared what they could not control, and her kind were far too strong, far too magical and mysterious to be controlled, so humans weren’t even allowed to come here, lest they be tricked into letting some token of the fae’s power leak out.

In the branches of a tree, she turned back from wind to colors to flesh, confirming that there was indeed a human right in front of her. A young man, dressed in a wine red robe that covered him from head to toe, concealing most of his form. Becoming wind again, she explored him from another angle. Still, the young man kept his head down. In the form of a wind sprite, she couldn’t get a good look at his face.

Even if he didn’t look up, she could tell that more and more of the residents of her glade were gathering around. In trees, under the earth, in the sky; they all wanted to see just what a human who would trespass on the hallowed ground of the fae would do.

A wave of her fingers kicked up a wind, striking a pine cone and launching it to bounce against a tree. In reflex, the young man stopped and glanced over, before facing forward again towards their glade – right where she positioned herself not feet from the young man, a smile of mischief on her face.

“Hiya!” she said as the man jumped a little, knocking his hood off. She had to admit, she liked what she saw; he was a human in his late 20s, with fashionable square glasses resting on beautiful brown eyes, tan skin framed with long curly hair that went down past his shoulders. He was tall, too; must have been a foot taller than her.

“Don’t… do that.” he said, a little nervously, regaining his balance.

She just giggled. “And who are you to tell me what to do?” she asked in a playful, girly voice, her tone hiding the threat not to dare tell her to do anything.

“I’m…” he paused, and then let out a small chuckle. “I guess I’m a trespasser, huh?” he accepted with a small smile, to which she nodded vigorously.

“Yepyep! You’re a trespasser!” she said, disappearing from in front of him, and moving behind him, leaning up on her tiptoes to whisper in her ear. “It’s not many humans who dare to come to our ground. You must be pretty stupid,” she said. There was maliciousness in her voice; envy that this being from the world of bright lights, loud sounds, and video games would step on her turf.

“Mmm…” he said, crossing his arms and frowning as if it was an insult. He didn’t jump that time, though, and when he glanced back and she moved again to avoid his gaze, he grinned. “Maybe a little stupid,” he said, before turning to where she… well, was, in past-tense. “But I don’t mind being a little dumb when I have something I want to do.”

With that robe, she figured where his ass must be and went to slap it before disappearing with a giggle – a fake giggle that hid disappointment at hitting his thigh. His legs were longer than she thought. “And just what do you want to do…Child of Man,” she said, appearing right before where he was.

She detected his balance shift back, but he didn’t take a step back. Startled, but unwilling to show weakness, she only saw him look away from her eyes for a moment when his eyes trailed down her body before he forced them to focus on hers. The Duchess tried to lean up closer, but he just leaned down, his eyes close to hers’. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat; she was expecting to run into some terrifying child or some boisterous warrior, but this was different.

Under that robe, she felt a body with strong musculature, a man towering over her, with intense presence but no antagonism. She could see that it was an act of willpower for this man to not let his eyes devour her body like a man starving.

“I’m just here to collect some ingredients. I do alchemy,” he responded.

“An alchemist, are you?” she asked from behind, whispering in his ear. This time he nodded, without even trying to look back at her. “Isn’t it illegal to come to Tir Na Nog?” Back into her wind form and-

“Like I care.”

Her eyes met his, when she reformed into flesh again after asking the question. This time she was momentarily taken aback; he predicted exactly where she would reappear. She became wind again, and when she reformed, he was looking in the wrong place, before his neck snapped towards her. She couldn’t help but grin darkly.

“And why should I just let you do that? Shouldn’t I just turn you into a mouse for daring to come to Tir Na Nog?” she asked, threateningly pointing an index finger at her, narrowing her eyes as sparks and swirls of pink and magenta circled her finger.

“I mean, you probably should turn me into a mouse, but that isn’t a fairy thing,” the young man said, taking a step towards her and leaning in to tower over her, grinning.

She smiled and nodded vigorously. “Yep! You’re right! But really, why should I let you just come and take stuff?” she asked, crossing her arms and looking at him. “Maybe if you give me some fun, then I’ll let you come over once in a while.”

The young man raised an eyebrow. “’Some fun’? Is that what you want?” he asked, crossing his arms. “What kind of fun do you want?”

The Duchess smiled. “Any kind of fun,” she said, before moving to his side, bumping him with her hip and making him stumble, which caused her to grin in delight. She had a good hundred pounds on him it seemed, so he would be easy to just knock about if she felt like it.

Any? That’s a pretty wide door… What if I wanted to do something untoward?”

“Untoward?” She giggled and appeared behind him, leaning back against him, once again nearly bowling him over. “I mean, do you really think you could even catch me?”

“So that’s a challenge, then?”

Another hip bump and another stumble. “I dunnoooooo is it?”

“So what you’re saying is that when I can catch you, you consent to me giving you fun however I want to.”

“If,” she said with a playful smile, shaking her finger to tease him.

“My name is Sirius. Your safe word is ‘Red’,” the young man dared her to teleport.

She took the dare, once again becoming wind. Lashing out with fingertips like lightning, he tried to capture her, but just as the tip of his finger grazed her wrist, it split into flower pedals before disappearing. She could just fade and appear a distance away, but she wanted to toy with this human for a while, darting in and out of the form of flesh, letting him get closer and closer to capturing her with every time she became wind.

The human used his hood and glasses to hide his expression, concealing it from her. The Duchess pouted, and from behind she pulled his hood down before disappearing as he reached back, narrowly missing grabbing the front of her non-existent shirt; whatever he was used to, it wasn’t nudists.

The wind carried her voice as the young man looked around, frustration and fear momentarily taking form on his face as she giggled all around him. “What’s the matter?” she asked him from every direction, before appearing in front of him and above in a tree, reaching up to grasp one of the apple-like fruit on the branches. “Can’t catch me?”

His eyes faced downwards, and he refused to look up at her. “Nah.” She didn’t catch that the expression he hid was one of elation and delight, as with his left hand he snapped.

Before she had any chance to react, tiny kitty stickers on her wrists, her chest, and left leg all glowed for a moment before burning up with a white flame that produced no heat. Before she could counter, the magical trap he laid with all those near-misses went off, and dragged in on the wind, she was thrown bodily towards Sirius.

Defensive instincts lit up and she became wind, reforming to his right and immediately feeling his fingers grasp her hair and jerk back lightly, startling her and sending a spark of arousal through her. “Gotcha.”

The Duchess was on the ground so fast it took her mind a moment to catch up to her body.

With such a strong contact she couldn’t become wind, and unused to reacting quickly in any other way, her mind didn’t react fast enough to pull away, grab his arm, or do anything. Before she had a chance to respond, his leg lightly swept one of hers from under hers’, jerking down on her hair at the same time, dropping her to her knees as he held onto her hair.

With a girlish squeal, she tried to reach up to grab his wrist, incapable of becoming wind while he was in direct contact. She tried to push up with her knees, but Sirius just jerked her head lightly, pulling her onto her side with her cheek pressed against the grass under them. Pain tugged through her scalp as pleasure also shot through, and involuntarily moans escaped her lips. Pulling one hand back, Sirius struck her ass with a single hand.

She nearly howled; the feeling of his hand on her ass shot through her whole body and made her body stiffen without control. Pain and pleasure wrapped in one in that single blow, and echoes of the stinging lingered in her massive bottom. A second strike found itself on the other side of her ass and once again she jerked.

The Duchess tried to escape his grip, but she couldn’t – he had too firm a grip in her hair, and moreover he was powerful. She outsized him by far, but with those long limbs with steel cords for muscles, she couldn’t overcome him. Instead, for once, she felt small rather than big and chubby, overwhelmed and overpowered as this young man continued to beat her ass.

Being overpowered was humiliating enough, but here she was – the duchess of this court, brought down with her cheek pressed to the cool night ground with everyone around watching. She could feel their eyes on her, watching the way her ass bounced, hearing the way she squealed with every blow. Disempowered, she tried to focus on the indignant rage and push this Sirius off – she wouldn’t dare admit she couldn’t escape and safe word – but both the gap in strength and the feeling of eyes on her weakened her. Aroused her.

Every blow stung a little more, made her grit her teeth a little more. Whimpering, without obeying her, her body started to buck and groans escaped her lips. She felt her pussy begin to pulse and throb slightly, excitement beginning to dance through her body as she shook and trembled. Thighs pressed together as her ass was reddened more and more.

Slowly, she let herself sink into the pleasure of the pain. She relaxed her muscles, and felt his arm holding her hair relax just a little bit, but his fingers kept hold of her hair. The pain was rough, harsh, and reflexively she reached her arms back to block his hand from spanking one part of her ass, but when she covered both cheeks, he just used his wide hand to spank between them, hitting both at the same time.

“Hands on the ground, fairy,” he commanded.

She shook her head.

Sirius moved from beside her to behind her, still keeping hold of her hair and reached around with his other hand and wrapped it around her neck, squeezing. Fingers pinching the sides of her neck, hand cupped against her throat, he stole her breath, and a new sort of arousal filled her mind.

It was a sort of fear, mixed with an intense excitement from that fear. “Hands. Ground. Now. Fairy,” he growled as he pulled her head back, controlling it with his fist in her hair and hand on her neck. She could feel through his robe a large, hard cock pressing against her ass, and that just made her pussy throb and ache as she grew weaker from being choked.

Slowly, she put her hands down on the cool night ground, and Sirius paused until he was sure she would keep them there.

A soft kiss on the back of her head. Two whispered words. “Good girl.” The approval in those words, and the small, simple affection lit the Duchess’ mind up and made her heart race and belly swirl with delightful feelings, before Sirius moved to beside her, before, on a whim, pulling her by the hair across his lap.

Across his lap, she felt his cock pressed against her belly. She felt the strong muscles of his legs and his torso, and the fact that under the alchemist’s robe, Sirius was solid.

The next blow came, and she held onto this human’s legs and moaned, no longer holding back. Closing her eyes, she accepted every spanking, thrusting and grinding against air after every blow. The spankings were completely soaking her pussy, making her consider opening her mouth and ask for his cock; surely if he could do this with just a few spankings, a bit of hair pulling and a little choking then his cock would be glorious, right?

Another blow, and this time afterwards he caressed her ass with his fingertips, giving gentle massaging and squeezing sensations. Her moans grew more wanton as she surrendered herself to the pleasured feeling. This wasn’t her first experience with kink, but this was the first time with a human, and the first time she was so utterly, overwhelmed physically.

“Beg to cum, fairy.” Sirius ordered her.

She paused, biting her lower lip. A powerful blow struck the middle of her ass, sending pain shooting through her as she cried out and moaned, hips bucking desperately, body craving more sensation. “Please,” she asked.

“Please what?” Sirius traced his fingers along her inner thighs, not quite touching her pussy. The touch was so close that it made her kick her legs and whimper. Her instincts told her to demand he make her cum, but she knew that he would just spank her again.

“Please… make me cum…” she asked.

Sirius decided to, just a little bit, touch her pussy. Her body stiffened as the tips of his fingers brushed against her vulva, teasing her, driving her up the wall. Whining, she kicked her knees and bucked, stopping only when the blow of another spanking ripped through her.

“Please make me cum, sir,” she asked properly this time, and she felt his free hand pat her head.

“Good girl,” and with that, he slid two fingers into her pussy and curved them just slightly. There was no resistance; her soaking wet cunt clamped down on his fingers as bliss ran through her. She couldn’t help but arch her back and gasp, grinding back against him as he fingered her, rubbing the inside of her pussy, fingers thrusting in and out of her.

The Duchess whimpered, cried out, moaned in a high pitched voice, whimpering and bucking, pressing against his fingers. She felt his cock pressing against her body from inside the robe as she grinded back on his fingers. The sound of her being fingered surely filled the glade, and the thought of everyone coming and watching her be laid low, be fingered just made her even wetter.

“Please, sir,” she managed to get out between breathy moans, pressing her body back against his fingers. She wanted that cock, but she needed to cum. “Please make me cum, please, make me cum, sir,” she said, gasping and bucking against him.

He fingered her faster and harder, the sound of her wet pussy filling the glade as she writhed in his lap. Her nails held onto his leg as she laid across his lap and dug in. Involuntary spasms shot through her and her whole body seized up, back arching.

“Sir, sir, I’m, I’m…” she nearly whited out as joy rushed through her and she felt the heat of an orgasm overtake her. Legs kicked and a howl of lust ripped through her home as she gave in utterly to being pleasured by this human, submitting to him completely.

Through her orgasm he pushed his fingers into her harder, faster, driving her higher and higher into a further bliss. The Duchess howled and groaned, twisting and whimpering and crying out as her climax was pushed higher and higher, until finally it ended and she found herself collapsing.

The sensation was too much, overwhelming. Her mind felt shattered, and she could do nothing except writhe and whimper and cry out, words stolen from her.

Finally, the pounding from his hand stopped, and the human pulled his hand from her pussy and rested his cum-soaked hand on her hip, using the other hand to pet her hair. She couldn’t make out much other than the soft sound of his voice, deep and tender, telling her that she was a good girl.

“Will you…” she could barely believe she was asking a human this, but she wanted more. She craved more. She felt his cock inside his rope and she wanted it. She needed it.

“Sir?” she asked.

“Yes, fairy?” he asked, petting her hair. She pressed her body down lightly against.

“Sir… will you fuck me?” she asked, and drew pause from the young man. She worried that he wasn’t going to, before the hand petting her hair grew into a fist and pulled back on her, causing her to gasp. Her pussy throbbed as her body grew rigid.

“Are you sure you want that?” he asked, using his free hand to reach back down and trace his nails lightly along the red marks on her ass. Although he wasn’t using any force, the sensitive skin being scratched caused her whole body to prickle with goosebumps and a tiny, low guttural groan to escape her throat.

“Please, sir,” she said, bucking her hips. “If you’ll just fuck me I’ll let you come back and take what you want…” she pleaded, and he gave a soft smile.

“Alright. If you’re going to be a little whore then I’ll oblige,” he said; although the word was harsh, his tone was unbelievably tender – almost admiring that she would consider such a deal. As he her go, she crawled off of him and watched him disrobe. “What’s your name?”

She bit her lip. The fae didn’t really share their names; even abridged names, even false names that fae thought belonged to them could give someone some power, and that wasn’t power she was willing to give up. “Call me by my title, Duchess,” she said, to which he smiled. Titles were fine; they didn’t grant such power.

“Alright, Duchess.”

The red robe dropped onto the grass, showing off a body that was as powerful as she predicted; long arms and legs with lean muscle, dotted with an assortment of tattoos that formed runic bands around his limbs, protecting him from certain kinds of magic. A torso that had only a tiny amount of fat atop the musculature, and another tattoo – this one decorative, of an eastern pair of black and white dragons locked in a dance – lay over his chest. Tracing down, his hairless chest gave way to a small trail of pubic hair as she gazed down between his leg and couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his cock; a large, throbbing thing, glistening with a bit of precum.

From the pocket in his robe, he withdrew a black ring of some kind of stretchy material with an enchantment – invisible to human eyes but easy to tell that it was a contraceptive and disease protection spell in the ring; he had no real way of knowing that fae were immune to human diseases, and didn’t get pregnant if they didn’t want, but she couldn’t help but admire the intelligence and preparation.

Admiration time didn’t last long though. Once he was nude, his hand was on her chest just above her breasts and pressing down, pinning her to the cool night ground. Gazing into his brown eyes, she felt her heart race, excitement throbbing in her body, pussy aching and craving to be taken.

Sirius didn’t break eye contact as with one hand he grabbed her thigh, digging nails in and prying her legs apart, before she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the lips of her vulva.

Please, sir, she mouthed. Excitement, nervousness; she had been used to being on top and taking sidhe as she commanded them; this would be the first human to take her pussy and only the third being ever to top her.

The rush of heat from that first thrust. The feeling of his hand on her chest dig nails in lightly. The sound of him growl and the pleasure that came from a cock filling her up, and Duchess cried out, arching her back and wrapping her arms around him. Her ass, sore from beatings brushed and grinded against the ground as she writhed underneath Sirius as he leaned in and bit her shoulder, adding pain in with the pleasure.

Sirius’s nails dug into her thighs and pulled her harder and harder on him. Every thrust rocked her entire body and forced her cunt to clamp down on him. Her cries, breathy filled the glade. When her eyes strayed, she saw one of her neighbors gazing down at her with envy, having never been able to make her scream in 10 years the way this human could in 10 minutes.

Her eyes bulged and her back arched, wings fluttering as Sirius sat up, lifting her legs up and pulling them together over one of his shoulders. Every thrust after felt like he was fucking her all the way through, nearly tearing her in half with his poundings. His eyes, more and more like those of a beast than a man, showed desire and lust as he admired her body; her bouncing breasts, rippling thighs, even the tummy that so many humans hated seemed to be loved by him.

His hand lashed out and wrapped itself around her neck as he leaned in a bit, and she felt her body weaken as she was being choked. His strength, holding her down, pounding her. His strength, stealing her breath, making her heartbeat feel harder and harder. Her senses fading from the lack of oxygen, as her pussy clamped down harder and harder.

She couldn’t squeal or scream as her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, making it feel massive. She couldn’t get the air to scream as her pussy gushed, covering Sirius’ thighs with her hot cum, gushing and squirting as he pushed into her. As her body clamped down and tried to force his cock out he only fucked her harder, eyes growing more and more desperate. Her senses blanked out and her body writhed, helpless as her wings fluttered and she whimpered, shaking and trembling, sweat glazing her body and making her shine.

“C…” she tried to beg him to cum inside her, tried to beg her to fill him up. Eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped. She couldn’t form words, was helpless, was nothing more than Sirius’ fucktoy right now, and that’s exactly what she wanted. Her body ached, her cunt ached but craved more.

Sirius’ growl practically became a roar as she felt him explode inside her, filling her with hot, thick cum, driving his cock into her harder and harder through the thrusts. Delight couldn’t escape her lips as his neck squeezed tighter and she felt herself coming close to passing out, her nails digging into the ground and ripping up earth as she flailed and cried out, panting and moaning.

Sirius lost control and kissed her. Passionate, hungry, adoring, vicious, Sirius’ lips pressed against hers as he let go of her thighs and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her from underneath as she clung to him, moaning as he continued to grind, pussy full of his cock and full of his cum, skin completely coated in sweat as the night air cooled them together.

They stayed that way for a few minutes until the kiss broke, and the two of them gazed into one another’s eyes, panting, exhausted, tired, bodies sore.

“You’re really beautiful, Duchess,” Sirius said, and her heart skipped a beat before she leaned in for another kiss.

Pinned. Defeated. Fucked. This was what Duchess had been wanting for so long, even if she didn’t know it. The feeling of this human’s cock still throbbing inside of her, his hands on her, the adoration in his eyes when he didn’t just see another cute person but a hot woman made her melt a little.

When the kiss broke, Duchess squealed when Sirius pulled back, rolling her along with him. His cock being pulled from her pussy gave an empty feeling that drove her to whimper, but when he laid on her back and forced her body into position so his chest would be a pillow as they laid together on the ground, she bit back any complaints.

She fell asleep for a while. Gentle hands, contrasting this young man’s previous viciousness comforted her. The stable heartbeat of a human instead of the chaotic cacophony from inside a fae’s chest was perfect for sleeping to. Eventually, though, he ended up gently patting her back, causing her to groggily look up at him.

“Hey, Fairy; you okay?” He asked. She couldn’t help but feel a little sad that now she was ‘fairy’ instead of ‘duchess’, but she tolerated it.

Sitting up and stretching her wings before her arms, Duchess let out a soft yawn. “I’m alright, Sirius. You make a sufficient pillow,” she confirmed, she looking at him incredulously when he offered his hand to help her up. What sort of human gave such gestures of tenderness and affection not just to a stranger, but to a fae?

Taking his hand, she compared it to her own and found it to be quite large.

“Now… I guess…..” he had gone from being this confident, powerful rival to an arrogant and strong dominant lover, then to a tender boy almost, and now he seemed a bit awkward and shy. Duchess couldn’t help but smile at the multitudes that this weird human had. Clearing his throat, he focused his mind on what his goal is. “I thank you for allowing me to gather reagents here. I should take it that those orgasms should serve as tribute?” he asked.

“They will,” she confirmed, trying to hide the way that she was getting aroused again just feeling his hot cum dribbling down her thigh and cooling.

“I’m glad,” he said, standing tall over her. The difference was obvious, and it made her feel small. As did his eyes on her, still looking over her flesh, admiring her curves. His cock, though well-worn still was nice and firm, as if all it would need would be a little love from her mouth to start round two. “I… suppose I should begin?” he suggested, awkwardly shuffling back to get his robe back on.

She forced a fake smile on, despite knowing better she had been hhoping that he would begin to take her from a second time. “Very well. I will make sure the others are aware that you’re welcome here,” she said with a smile before leaning up to give this cheeky human a kiss on the cheek before becoming wind.

From there, Sirius took the next few hours gathering bark, moss, grass, lake water, and dewdrops. She – and the other fae – remained unseen to him, but they still watched him. She admired the focus he gave his work, not to mention the way that he seemed to be able to shrug off the exhaustion from fucking her.

When he was done, he faced straight up at her from her place in the trees, a way of letting her know he tracked her down even when he didn’t react. “Thank you for your hospitality,” he said, giving her a smile. “I had a lot of fun. You’re fun to fuck.”

Duchess was pleased when he didn’t jump as she wrapped both her arms around one of his and pressed her body weight to him, feeling him shift to keep his balance. “Then why don’t you come back?” she asked, looking up at him pleadingly. “Pretty pleaaaaase?”

Sirius laughed out loud and reached up, ruffling her hair. Despite the fact that she was centuries older than him, it felt too right to have him ruffling her hair. “Will do, Fair-…Will do, Duchess,” he said to her, leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead – a kiss which she stole with her lips by getting on her tip-toes.

“Good!” she said vigorously. “…. Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer,” she asked seriously, to which the alchemist gave the request some thought.

“…No. I can’t. But if you want to come over on Jupiter Day…”

“Isn’t that illegal?” she asked teasingly, to which the young man gave a devilish grin.

“Like I care.”

Obedience is Better

Jess had been naughty. Her Master had been away for a week, and she had been instructed to send him videos of her taking cock every night; something that she did every night except the last. She had decided to ‘fail’ at obeying his orders to see how he would handle it; to see if he would just roll his eyes and call her a cheeky girl or if she would be punished.

She didn’t expect this, though.

When Master came home and put his things away, at first he didn’t say anything about it; he had some lunch. Let her know that he had some friends coming over, before hopping in the shower. Truthfully, she had been a little disappointed; she had expected at least a spanking, but the man didn’t even bring up the fact that she hadn’t obeyed him properly.

She wasn’t ready, but she was excited.

She should have taken it as a warning when the friends who came over were the three men who Master had shared her with; the friends who used her like a fucktoy when she called them over. Outside that, they were regular, friendly guys; mostly unremarkable in her life as unlike Master, they didn’t have many hobbies in common. Well, she and Oliver liked the same You tubers, but that was their only connection other than the fact that she loved when he filled her ass with cum.

Jess knew she had to be a good girl.

When Master came out of the shower, he wore his favorite red robe, before sitting down on the couch, as one of the men excused himself. With a small snap, he looked at his friends, and said only two words. “Get her.”

At that, the other two men sprung into action, practically pouncing on Jess. Hands pulled her arms behind her back, others grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it apart. Eyes wide, Jess tried to struggle, but as Master walked over and got his fist in her hair, he slapped her as his friends stripped her roughly. Squealing, struggling, she whimpered. “I’m sorry!” she bellowed out, to which her Master grabbed her face.

“No you aren’t,” he said, a sadistic smile coming over his face.

The third of his friends returned to the room and she tried to look his way but his fist in her hair kept her facing forward. Jess was stripped, brutally and roughly, hands grabbing her breasts and her hips and grabbing and rubbing her pussy as it grew wetter. She whimpered as she had a ball gag forced into her mouth and a blindfold put over her eyes.

Her feet were put into heels and locked; a metal bar was slipped under the arch of the heels and then chained to her feet with a light chain, keeping her trapped and forcing her to stand up straight in heels. Her hair was pulled into a braid and pulled back into the rope binding her hands behind her back. She felt her breasts pulled outward, pinched lightly as she was forced to stand straight and she felt varnished wood clamp around her breasts as they were put in stocks and rope was bound to the living room’s hard point and she was made to stand straight. The ball gag and blindfold left her helpless as four men’s hands squeezed and teased her breasts.

One hand slapped her left breast, sending sensation rushing through her, before another one slapped her right. Jess whimpered and tried to jerk away, but between the stocks, rope, and the heels keeping her standing up straight she was helpless. Shaking, Jess moaned in her gag as Master’s friends continued to slap her breasts, before teasing them with their nails.

“Now,” Master’s voice said. “You were to take cock seven days in a row. Not six. Seven,” he punctuated, and pain shot and ripped through her ass as a crop hit it, causing her to scream into her gag, knees shaking and pussy throbbing. The pain dulled into pleasure as Jess whimpered and writhed helpless, incapable of even clamping her thighs together. “Seven,” he said, striking the other side of her ass.

It was overwhelming, intense. Just two blows and Jess was apologizing profusely into her gag, begging to be let go or begging to be fucked, pussy soaking from those two little blows.

Master began to strike her ass with the crop, slowly and methodically. She squealed and cried out, tears burning in her blindfolded eyes as her left nipple was pinched and the breast was slapped. Pain shot through her from both directions. Warmth wrapped around her right nipple as one of Master’s friends leaned down to suck on it, and she started moaning as the pleasure contrasted to the pain; every strike hurt more, but the sucking felt so good.

Master landed another blow, carefully avoiding where he struck the last time; welts rose on her ass as heat ran through it. The feeling of that sharp pain began to dull; almost numbing as she felt light-headed, high from the blows. Hands began to run nails along her shoulders and neck, sending shivers through her. Jess’s puss throbbed and ached, desperate for something. The blows had not just made her pussy wet, but soaked it; she clamped her thighs together and groaned, shaking and twisting with the tiny amount of movement availed to her.

The man on her left breast stopped slapping and began to suck and tease; the feeling of tongues on each nipple, sucking and flicking against her felt blissful. The brutality of Master’s cane felt wonderful; made her feel like she was a bad little beloved slut getting the correction she desperately needed. Moaning, clamping her thighs, in her gagged state she started to repeatedly apologize; not out of fear, but out of wanting to be Master’s good little slut. Not that it mattered; he couldn’t hear what she was saying. All he knew was that she was drooling, her pussy was dribbling, body trembling and knees shaking.

The caning stopped. The hands on her shoulders let them go, before suddenly a hand wrapped itself around her neck and began to squeeze. Desperate, fearful breaths through her nose made her heart race, and she felt that heartbeat throbbing so hard on her pussy. Whimpering, she choked out a sound of pleasure.

Jess wanted it. Jess wanted to be fucked by all these men. She wanted their cum filling her, mixing inside of her, dripping out of her pussy; she wanted the feeling of hot cum deep inside of her ass, filling her with that warmth and thickness.

Without warning, her pussy was filled. She let out a cry as she felt the rush of heat from her Master’s hard cock, throbbing inside of her. She was helpless; all she could do was weakly try to push back against him, but so off-balance she couldn’t do that.

All she could do was accept his cock as he grabbed her hips and dug his nails in hard enough to leave bruises. Pulling her back onto him, the sound of their bodies slamming together overwhelmed the sound of her screaming into the gag. Without warning, she felt energy rush through her and she felt every muscle tense up, going light-headed as she came hard on Master’s cock. Squealing, she whimpered, shuddered, trembled as he used the feeling of her pussy being even tighter to pound her harder and harder. He jerked back brutally on her; her breasts feeling the tightness of the stocks clamping down as they grew slightly numb, the feeling of her scalp being pulled by rope.

Jess was a helpless little fuckdoll and all she could do was cum. Her cunt, greedy for his cum, clamped down and tried to make it hard to thrust into her, and snarling, growling like a monster, he slapped her ass. The feeling of her welts being slapped made Jess scream and her pussy clamp down even harder, milking his massive cock and begging it for cum.

There was a rush and Jess shook, muscles shaking and body shuddering as she felt Master fill her with cum before her pussy sprayed him, squirting all of him. The ground was covered in her cum as she shook, crying out and whimpering. Her body went limp; Jess was worn down, exhausted, a half-broken and entirely satisfied little fucktoy for Master. When he pulled out, Jess whimpered, cold air rushing onto her pussy as soft moans escaped her lips as Master’s warm cum began to slowly dribble down her thigh, cooling on her skin as the hands choking her and mouths teasing her breasts pulled away.

Jess had little warning as she felt a hand press onto her hip. A whimper was muffled by the gag; her pussy was sore, but still craving more cum. There was a moment when she felt the tip of a well-lubed cock press against the pucker of her ass, before it slowly pushed into her. Jess’ body stiffened as a hint of fear of a forceful thrust filled her as the slight stimulation filled her with pleasure.

The man teasing her ass with the tip of his cock pushed in a little further. The feeling of cum dribbling out of her contrasted to the sensation of her ass being filled, slowly. The thrusts were delicate, gentle; this man didn’t want to tear her ass apart. Instead, he slowly pushed into her, forcing her deeper and deeper into subspace. A gentle thrust, and then pulling back. Pushing himself a little deeper into her. Her hips pushed back against him, craving even more of his cock.

Finally, the man got his cock all the way inside of her and put both his hands on her hips, pulling back on her ass as he thrusted up all the way into her. Jess let out a low, guttural, long moan as she savored the feeling of her ass being full, closing her blindfolded eyes in bliss. The man pulled back and began to truly fuck her ass; rather than gently teasing in, getting her body more used to his cock, he was thrusting, starting to pound her. She squealed and screamed into the gag. Every thrust sent a spike of pure bliss from her. Every thrust made her tight pussy clamp down on nothing.

Someone reached between her legs and put a wand to her cunt and with a single flick of a finger, turning it on, forced an orgasm from her. Pussy clamping down, ass clamping down and squeezing the massive cock in her ass, she heart a guttural growl from behind as she was pounded harder and harder. The cock forcing itself into her as the vibrations drove her to higher and higher bliss, she squealed and gushed, the cock in her throbbing and twitching at the way that her body clamped down on it.

Without warning, the feeling of heat filling her ass, matching her pussy with the thick cum tipped her over an edge, driving her into an overlapping orgasm as she screamed herself hoarse. Shaking, whimpering, Jess began to shake and tremble and whimper. She felt well-used, exhausted, fucked into oblivion.

And when that second cock pulled from her and she felt herself being taken out of the stocks and rope, she knew the night wasn’t over; there weer still two hard cocks, and she knew her Master would want round two, and round three.

When Wolfie Gets Snarky

Wolfie was in a bit of a bind. After having snarked at her Master while his friends were over about three too many times, he had decided that he’d had enough of her being bad, and he got a fist in her hair and, with very little warning, pushed her head down against the couch they were all situated on.

It didn’t take very long after that; he screamed orders and she yelped and squirmed and fought as without warning, she found herself blindfolded and ball-gagged by unknown hands, different hands grabbing at her and pulling at her, ripping her clothes from her body and rendering her nude. The hands of Master’s friends pulled her arms behind her back and forced her to stand, nails digging into her thighs, her wrists. The familiar feeling of her Master’s hands were the ones that bound her hands behind her back, the ones that bound her legs to a spreader bar. The rope-work with her hands incorporated a body harness and her hair was pulled back roughly and tight, the braid being added to the body knot.

It took less than three minutes but Wolfie was tied with her legs spread, back arched, arms behind her back and forced to stand straight, her hair pulled taut. Whimpering, she squirmed, struggling; despite being blindfolded, she could intuit that all eyes were on her breasts, on her ass, on her wet, shaven cunt.

Master got behind her, digging his nails into her hips and pulling her back against him. She squealed, feeling his hard cock in his pants, pressed against her ass while he growled in her ear. “You know better than to make fun of your Master while he has guests over, don’t you?”

Wolfie didn’t react. He gave her a moment before he pulled away, and a sharp pain struck her ass as he spanked her with incredible strength. A sound like a moan mixed with a scream was muffled by her ball-gag; knees going weak, she nearly dropped, but the rope in her hair forced her to stay standing. The taut pulling at her scalp forced a groan from her lips, pussy throbbing and back arching.

“You. Know better. Than to make fun of your Master,” he said slowly, striking the other side of her ass and growling in her ear, digging nails into her hips. “Don’t you?”

Pussy wet, Wolfie nodded, whimpering and moaning. Her hips thrust lightly at nothing as her Master let her hips go, and she heard his footsteps circle around in front of her.

A hand grasped her chin roughly and pulled her head up lightly to face him straight on, before he slapped her. Wolfie whimpered. She tried to apologize, tried to say she was sorry, but that was muffled by the gag.

“But you were a bad girl, and now your Master has to punish you in front of his friends.” That made her stand up straighter, the fact that there were so many people watching her get punished sinking in even further. He slid in close, wrapping one hand gently against her throat and sliding one down her body to gently rub her pussy.

Wolfie moaned as his fingers spread the wet lips of her cunt and found themselves brushing up and down; momentarily brushing her clit before moving down to her entrance.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked

She nodded with the little amount of movement she had.

“It turns you on to be disciplined where everyone can see, doesn’t it?”

Wolfie whimpered. Master, please let me cum, she thought to herself.

“It turns you on to be reminded that you’re mine?” he asked, rubbing her clit. His fingers moved quickly, applying just a perfect bit of pressure. Wolfie’s knees shook and she groaned, whimpering under the gag. She nodded vigorously. It was turning her on like crazy. She knew there were eyes on her. She knew that she was being looked at as Master’s fucktoy, and she loved it.

Master’s hand left her neck and her pussy as her cunt craved more. Fingers pinched her left nipple, and a small squeal of delight escaped her lips. A single slap sent a surge of pleasure through that breast, and her scream was captured by the gag. Wolfie’s body shook and her pussy clamped down on nothing. As Master’s fingers grasped her right nipple and squeezed, her entire being shook in anticipation.

The slap to her other breast nearly pushed her over into an orgasm.

“You’re going to take your punishment.” Master’s voice felt so far away, as he grasped her left nipple and slapped her breast again. Then her right.

At first the strikes on her breasts felt sharper and harder as the skin grew more sensitive. They were nearly unbearable, and she jerked away with every blow. Wolfie’s senses grew clouded as everything felt far away. Moans escaped her as her thighs tried to clamp together, held apart by the fact that her legs were bound to a bar. Helpless, Wolfie surrendered to the feeling of submission running through her.

The strikes felt less harsh as heat ran through her body. The sound of her breasts being struck felt muted. Everything began to swirl together in pleasure. Screams, held back by the gag, turned into soft moans and groans. The poor, defenseless girl shook and trembled while her Master beat her tits.

If the gag wasn’t in she would be panting like a bitch in heat. Instead, she simply shook as her pussy throbbed, soaking wet and craving more touch, more sensation.

“It looks like you’re ready to be reminded what you are,” Master said as he grabbed her chin. She knew what she meant and tried to nod vigorously, but could only muster the smallest shake of her head. Even the tugging on her scalp of the rope holding her hair felt like a wondrous pleasure.

He moved behind her and Wolfie relaxed her body as she felt him grab one hip, and felt Master rub his hard cock between the folds of her cunt. Even if she wanted to squirm and struggle and try to get him to hurry up and penetrate her, her strength had been torn from her. All she could do was wait and be his toy.

His cock forcing itself into her wet pussy felt like it tore through her whole being. Wolfie screamed as that very first thrust felt like it pushed her nearly to the edge, and his hands roughly pulled her back onto him. The sound of their bodies colliding, muffled screams, completely filled their home. The feeling of a thick, massive cock throbbing inside of her at the rate of his pulse was everything she wanted. Her body clamped down on his cock obediently, pushing her hips back against him. Her nails dug into her palms, even that pain swirling and mixing and turning into pleasure.

His cock hit the perfect spot and she felt every muscle tense involuntarily, and her pussy squeeze him desperately. Cumming all over him, her voice didn’t work even for the little amount she had while gagged. No whimpers or screams were muffled; the only sign to everyone watching her be a toy was the way her whole body shook.

Master knew though. Her pussy felt tighter to him as his cock felt massive, harder. He pulled her back onto him harder and harder. He growled and snarled and dug nails into her hips. Wolfie writhed and moaned and screamed as her orgasm refused to end, pushing to further and further heights by his brutal fucking.

He pulled up on her as he pushed his cock down into her and another orgasm tore through her before the first was even over. Wolfie then didn’t just scream, but she howled as Master forced orgasm after orgasm on her, making her clamp down harder on his cock than she felt like she ever did.

Wolfie was a toy. She felt like a toy and she loved it. Small, weak, helpless and limp, she gave herself over to the many, many orgasms Master forced on her. She felt his hands leave her hips and one wrap around her waist, the other wrapping around her neck as he pulled her back onto her. Wolfie cried out into the gag as Master pounded her harder, pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her, pulling her whole body back onto him with all his strength.

His growls in her ear forced her orgasms higher and higher. Helplessly she clamped down, gushing all over his cock, moaning as it ripped through her.

Heat exploded inside of her, semen filling her up as he kept thrusting, kept pounding, kept fucking her, snarling into her as he drove himself up into her. Every thrust would have knocked her off her feet if she weren’t both tied and held. Every thrust felt like it was nearly enough to tear her apart. Every thrust made her feel like she was having her own mini-orgasm.

With the last thrust, Master drove himself up into her with the last of his strength, snarling in her ear. Wolfie could do nothing beyond whimper and shake in her gag as he held her, the feeling of his hot cock throbbing, grinding inside of her cum-filled cunt an intoxicating sort of warmth.

They stayed that way for a minute that felt like a week, before Master gave her a kiss on the back of the neck and slowly pulled out of her. Wolfie shook and whimpered, a feeling of coldness on her pussy and emptiness overwhelming her for a moment and nearly causing her to sob, until it was replaced with the blissful feeling of hot cum dribbling out of her.

This time, her being let down was gentle; unlike her brutal stringing up, Wolfie was gently untied, the gag removed, her lips sweetly kissed. Master removed the blindfold, and pulled her onto the couch after her rough punishment, and squeezed her when she clung to him, whimpering, gasping, and moaning.

Her punishment interrupted their game night, but before they continued, he would take care of her. The way his strong arms squeezed her when her nails dug lightly into his shoulders reminded her; Master would take care of Wolfie.

Struggle Of Wills

Lacey had Kenan right where she wanted him; on her bed, spread eagle with his arms and legs bound by under-the-bed restraints, helpless and blindfolded. His firm musculature exposed for her to see. His hard cock sticking straight up, throbbing very slightly, the tip glistening with a single droplet of precum.

Her boyfriend was usually the dominant one, who took her from behind, got a fistful of her hair and pounded her into a beautiful oblivion. This time, though, she asked if she could tie him down, and after stripping him bare, she did. Mischievously, she found herself licking her lips while watching him teasing the restrains slightly, tugging at them as if to test their strength.

Giving his cheek the gentlest of slaps as she straddled him, she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “Be a good boy and don’t fight,” she said, biting his earlobe. The hitched breath and soft grunt of lust was all the encouragement she needed to keep teasing him.

Tracing his nails softly down his chest, she admired his form, pressing herself down against him. Pressing his body down against his lap, she felt his firm cock throb against her bare pussy, the feeling of his excitement making her want so badly to take him into her pussy. Instead though, she wanted to tease him. She wanted to make Kenan beg.

Standing momentarily to turn and straddle his face, she pressed her pussy down against his lips while she leaned in close to his cock. Obediently without a word, he leaned in slightly to lick the lips of her vulva, sending little bits of pleasure through her. Lacey let out a soft squeal and giggle as she leaned in and with one hand grasped the base of that beautiful cock, gently stroking it. She let her fingers capture the wetness of his precum, then used it to lubricate him while stroking him slowly.

The feeling of his tongue on her pussy sent pleasure through her. Heat swelled in her body as he pressed his tongue against her clit and began to flick it back and forth hard. Lacey gasped, lust running through her like electricity, her pussy clenching on nothing, body begging for cock. Down girl, she said to herself before she lifted her hips up to pull her pussy out of Kenan’s licking range, before slowly beginning to run her tongue up and down his cock.

She enjoyed his cock throbbing in her mouth and against her tongue. She loved the sweet taste of his precum, and enjoyed the feeling of his cock throbbing. The feeling of him straining lightly against the restraints, trying to reach her pussy filled her with cruel delight, and she intentionally let her hips fall just the smallest amount as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. That tiny spark of pleasure when he kissed her vulva told her to lift her hips and pull that wet pussy away, and to lower her mouth and deep throat him.

Kenan moaned and squirmed, pushing his hips up to force his cock deeper down her throat until she dug her nails into his thighs viciously and pushed down on him, pulling away to admire the nail grooves she left in his skin and the pulsating, throbbing cock.

“Down, boy. You know better,” she playfully admonished, lowering her hips and pressing her cunt to his face for a brief moment before continuing to suck on his cock. The throbbing in her mouth reminded her of the sensation of it throbbing in her pussy. The way he moaned softly, gave tiny growls, squirmed against his restraints delighted her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked while pulling away, stroking his hard cock.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kenan said, trying his hardest to remain still.

She swung her leg over his body and then moved to straddle his hips again, pinning his cock against his body, grinding her wet pussy, loving the feeling of him almost sliding into her.

“Then beg for me to fuck you,” she ordered, softly leaning in and wrapping one of her hands around his throat, squeezing lightly.

Kenan just smiled in response though, grinding up against her. “Make me,” he said firmly, even through being choked.

“What did you say?” her voice slightly haughty.

“If you want me to beg,” he started. “Make. Me. Beg.”

Lacey paused, and gave a soft giggle. “If that’s what you want… then maybe, just maybe when you do break you won’t get what you want,” she said, before leaning in and pressing herself firmly against Kenan’s body. It was firm and strong; his cock hard, as it pressed up against her wet pussy. The feeling sent tingles up her as she leaned in and traced her fingers around his nipples, leaning in to bite his shoulder softly. Small gasps escaped his lips and Kenan’s nails dug lightly into his palms.

Pressing against Kenan, she once again wrapped her hand around his neck and bit his shoulder, bit the side of his neck, focused on his body as he writhed and moaned underneath her. Kenan pulled against the restraints, squirming and groaning. His lips lifted up and pushed up against her, his hard cock rubbing against her wet pussy. She barely bit back moans of hunger and lust, pressing herself hard against him.

She choked him harder, sitting up and wrapping both of her hands around his neck, squeezing harder. She saw his face change color lightly and his cock twitch as he pressed it against her pussy. She was interrupted from grinding down against him by him pushing up with his hips, seemingly desperately trying to slide his cock into her. The grinding, the rubbing was getting to her. Her wet pussy was practically dripping. The feeling of his hard body against her soft one was making her pant. Lacey couldn’t help but whimper as Kenan grinded against her.

Finally, she decided that she couldn’t take anymore. Lifting herself up, she reached down, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against the lips of her pussy. She would make him beg. “You want it, don’t you… with just one…little…slip, I could be fucking you. I could be taking this cock and making you cum inside of me…. all you have to do is beg like the good boy that you-”

Lacey found out that under-the-bed restraints don’t have the strongest Velcro. She found this out when Kenan used his strength to free himself, and in a flash, grab her, throw her off of him beside her on the bed face down, and get a fistful of her hair.

Pain shot through her ass, echoing into a warm feeling of bliss when his hand struck her ass with all it’s strength. Another blow to the other side. With his left hand, he kept his fist in her hair, having grabbed it firmly and pulled back hard, forcing her up onto her hands and knees, and with his right, he spanked her again and again

Lacey braced her body as Kenan struck her ass harder and harder. Looking back, she saw him; the blindfold ripped off in the chaos of him overthrowing her, the hunger and berserk lust in his eyes, his dominant strength overwhelming, intoxicating.

“Please-” she said as he spanked her again and her pussy clenched down on nothing, forcing her to cry out. “Please, please fuck me,” she said with a whimper.

“What was that?” he asked, before moving beside her, using his hand in her hair to force her closer and force his cock down her throat.

Lacey was breathless, helpless. With his cock so deep down her throat, she couldn’t breathe. Flailing, she grabbed onto Kenan’s hips and held on for dear life as he fucked her face. Eyes burning with tears, she moaned as her pussy clenched tighter. Whimpering, moaning, cunt throbbing, desperate to be fucked, she tried her hardest to obey, forced down the instincts warning her of lack of air and accepted Kenan’s cock.

When she stopped struggling and started enjoying the cock, Kenan fucked her face. He ruined her makeup, brutalized her, made her moan and love it. She loved the taste of that cock, the feel of it throbbing in her mouth. Even on her knees, her hips grinded at nothing but air.

Then, once she was overwhelmed, feeling half-broken, Kenan ripped the cock from her mouth and forced her head against the bed. Moaning, her hips bucked at nothing as he moved behind her, slapping her already reddened ass.

“Please,” she gasped out with little more than a whimper as she felt the head of his cock rub between the lips of her wet pussy that was pleading to be filled.

One thrust and she got her wish. Lacey nearly screamed as that massive cock filled her up and her body clenched down on it, the sensation of heat ripping through her nearly driving her to orgasm by itself. Rough hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back onto that cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please fuck me, please fuck me harder, please fuck me harder!” Lacey howled like a beast as Kenan pounded her. The hands on her hips were rough, almost violent in their brutality as they forced her back onto him. The way that cock twitched in her excited her more and more. Gasping, whimpering, screaming, Lacey’s head went light and her vision blacked out as her pussy clamped down, climax overtaking her.

As she shook, Kenan kept pounding her, forcing her orgasm higher and higher. Her legs seized up and her body trembled as her orgasm was forced to be longer and longer as he hit that right angle. Helpless to do anything, Lacey abandoned thought and let herself be Kenan’s sex toy; let Kenan force her to have another orgasm just as her first one ended. Voice going hoarse from even that small amount of screaming, Lacey collapsed against the bed.

Her world shook, and she felt the cock harden even more. Whimpering, moaning, gasping, she tried to beg him to cum inside of her but let out nothing but nonsense syllables. Her body begged for her, hips pushing back against him when he pulled her, pussy clamping down on his cock and begging for his cum.

When he came inside of her, thrusts becoming absolutely vicious enough to move the bed underneath them, Lacey tipped over into her third orgasm for the night, squealing as her pussy gushed, spraying Kenan down with her cum as he filled her up. Finally, as his orgasm ended, he punctuated it with one last, brutal, powerful thrust, the feeling of being full truly complete.

The feeling of his cock buried inside of her once he stopped pounding her was almost everything she wanted. The feeling of his lips on the back of her neck running down her spine without him pulling away almost made that complete.

What truly completed that ‘everything’ though was when he roughly pulled her onto her side, spooning her without pulling himself out, before kissing the back of her neck. Lacey murmured and leaned into his kiss, allowing herself to be engulfed in his powerful arms, his scent, and his sweet kisses.

Creamy White Pie

Bianca agreed to be dessert.

Her husband Raphael decided to throw a kinky party for a few people from the local swingers’ club. It was a small affair; just five, or six people. But there was a potluck. A potluck she hadn’t yet been allowed to participate in, because she was going to have leftovers. She didn’t mind it, though; she had a role to fulfill, and she would much rather have leftovers than not fulfill her role.

She had been tied to the massage table they usually kept in the garage. Tied around the waist and just under her breasts, with her arms tied underneath the table, and her legs tied up, bent at the knees and forced apart. Beyond that rope, she wore only a collar, and a pair of panties that kept a vibrating toy in her pussy. She was helpless, unable to do anything, rope holding her pulled-back hair taut, and a pretty purple ball gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming.

“You want to have a go?” Raphy offered one of the guests, a domme who lived a few streets down who looked down at Bianca with a dark smile.

“I would love to,” she said, before striking one of Bianca’s breasts. Pain and pleasure danced together as the slapping sound filled the room and a muffled moan escaped Bianca’s mouth. Her hips tried to buck, but she was helpless, bound and immobilized. The domme gave a soft giggle and slapped her breasts again. Bianca moaned and whimpered, moaning as the feeling mixed with the vibration in her pussy. Closing her eyes, she stopped squirming and focused on the feelings, before a firm hand struck her cheek and caused her to whimper, Raphy’s hand grabbing her chin as he looked sternly down at her.

“Keep your eyes on the woman playing with you, Dessert.” he ordered. She nodded weakly, incapable of moving her head more than a couple centimeters with the feeling of her hair being pulled by rope before focusing back on the domme. Bianca whimpered, grinding on nothing. Every blow reddened the struck breast a little more and made her wish for more sensation. The vibrating toy wasn’t enough to make her cum, but already she wanted to. Bianca locked her eyes on those of the domme, pleading with her expression, whimpering. The woman simply pulled on one of Bianca’s nipples gently and pulled on it, causing the submissive girl to whimper before a slap to that breast made her cry out inside the gag.

Her pussy throbbed and she nearly came just from that, and when the domme did it to the other, Bianca squirmed and writhed and cried out, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open.

“I think the girl needs an orgasm,” she said, before leaning in and flicking one of Bianca’s nipples with her tongue. Bianca’s eyes bulged softly and her back arched involuntarily as she writhed and panted under the gag.

“Hm… It does seem like she needs more than she’s been getting,” Raphy said as he reached between her legs and gently rubbed her wet pussy. His fingers found purchase on the toy and he pushed gently on it. Bianca’s legs tried to clamp together as she felt her heart pounding, blood racing.

“Are you gonna cum, Dessert?” he asked, fingering the toy as Bianca’s breast was licked and sucked. “Are you gonna get the toy nice and juicy and get good and flavorful?” Bianca looked up at Raphy and nodded, whimpering, her eyes pleading. It was her begging to cum, begging for him not to stop.

Raphy pushed the toy gently into her, looking over her as the domme continued to suck one breast, teasing the other with her fingers. Bianca groaned and moaned, body twitching and shaking. She felt her orgasm building, the blood rushing between her legs, the pressure building.

“Stop,” Raphy said as he stopped pushing the toy into her and the Domme stopped sucking her breast. Just before she came, the two of them stopped pleasuring her, and Bianca practically screamed in frustration from being brought to the edge, thrashing helplessly in her bondage.

Raphy slapped her and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. ‘Pretty Please’, she begged with her eyes, leaning in for a kiss she wouldn’t be able to get while gagged, despite the rope in her hair. He leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“I guess you’ve earned yourself a bit of release… Is everyone ready for Dessert?” he asked, looking around as the crowd – as much as you could call five people a crowd – gathered around, in the affirmative.

Raphy grabbed her panties and – with brutish strength and a violent jerk, ripped them apart along the middle exposing her bare pussy and causing the toy to fall out of her. The lack of sensation as she had grown used to it made Bianca whimper as the cool air graced her soaking wet pussy. She didn’t have time to focus on that; instead, she looked down to see her love undo his pants and expose his cock; hard, throbbing, massive and dripping with precum from teasing her.

He grabbed her thighs and forced his bare cock into her with one graceful motion. Her cry was stifled by the ball gag and suddenly all of the frustration turned into bliss, as her wet pussy clamped down onto his cock like it was a lifeline. He pulled her down onto him hard by pulling her thighs, the motion jerking her so hard she felt the rope pull on her scalp, felt her breasts bounce, and felt her entire body shake from the force of his thrusts.

Bianca cried out and her entire body shook and seized as within four thrusts she came on Raphy’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. She couldn’t do anything other than helplessly accept his brutal poundings as his nails dug into her midsection and pulled her onto him. Bianca screamed on her gag and let out a muffled howl of bliss as her pussy squeezed so hard his cock practically felt as hard as steel.

That impossibly hard cock hit her in the perfect spot with every thrust. Bianca came again and again, as a rush of heat escaped her as she covered Raphy’s thighs with her cum, squirting all over him.

“That’s a good little slut. Good little slut. Cum on me, squirt on me,” he snarled, reaching down and wrapping one hand around her collared neck while he pounded her. Bianca cried out and came again and again, feeling his cock getting harder.

She felt light-headed from being choked. As the blood was cut off, she began to feel slightly numb; not able to think properly, full of fear and excitement. She couldn’t feel any one part of her body, all she felt was pleasure. Pleasure, heat, everywhere. Feeling her consciousness weaken, she succumbed and let herself become nothing more than a fucktoy.

Bianca’s nails dug into her own palms as she felt him pull her harder onto him and felt her pussy fill with that familiar hot, thick, sticky cum. His grunts and growls became a bestial roar as she came in time with him and sprayed his cock with more of her cum, the feeling of more and more of his cum filling her up overwhelming her.

Breath was returned to her. Gasping, even with the gag in, breathing hard through her nose, Bianca shuddered and trembled as she felt Raphy’s cum inside of her; hot, warm, and perfect. Her neck hurt and her side hurt from his nails. Her whole body ached and her pussy tingled. Bianca whimpered and moaned, softly groaning and shuddering, letting her body go limp as she remained restrained.

“And now,” Raphy said, his voice still carrying some of the growl from before, still bestial, despite a clear sound of some tiredness. “Your dessert is ready.”

Bianca only had a few moments to rest, before the domme from before got on her knees, spread Bianca’s pussy with the feeling of long nails gently grazing her vulva, and slid her tongue deep in to enjoy the mix of Bianca and Raphael’s flavors.

The Photoshoot

Grace didn’t always have the best body image, but her boyfriend Liam tried to help. There wasn’t too much he could do very often, but one of the things they did enjoy doing was taking some erotic photography together to share online.

She was shy about it at first; not really thinking anyone would appreciate her body. But after a few photoshoots, she had gotten herself a few fans, and was growing more and more daring. The way they emphasized her wide hips made them seem beautiful and feminine; the way they showed her hands against her boyfriend’s chest made her feel dainty and small.

So before the next photoshoot, Liam had dressed her up. He had found her beautiful black stockings, with garters to hold them up; a pair of lacy black crotchless panties, and an underbust corset which showed off her breasts; and because he didn’t put her in a bra, he covered her nipples with pasties. Finally, the heels she wore were 5 inches tall; definitely enough to help her cover half the height difference between her and Liam, but also enough to barely walk in for her. Liam liked it though; he could be a bit mean from time to time and enjoyed grabbing her hair and knocking her off balance to drag her over his lap.

Grace looked in the mirror as Liam wrapped his arms around her from behind. She gave a weak, nervous smile. She liked the look, but she still felt nervous. “I dunno, Liam,” she said with a soft frown. “I don’t really feel all that hot…” she said. Her makeup was definitely some of the best she’d done; her eyeshadow was perfect, the bright red lipstick contrasted perfectly to her skin. Her hair was pulled straight back into a single braid. She looked perfect, from Liam’s perspective, but she noticed the things he didn’t.

She noticed little imperfections in her skin. She noticed that there was a little bit of muffintop at the bottom of the corset. She noticed that she wasn’t as tiny as she always was. Grace didn’t really like the vision in the mirror by herself.

Liam squeezed her, causing her to nuzzle into his body as he looked at her in the mirror. He saw beauty. “I do think something is missing…” he said, letting her go, before reaching up and grabbing her braid and pulling her down.

Grace let out a startled yelp, squirming and dropping to her knees, incapable of keeping her balance with those heels. Without any warning, Liam pulled roughly on her hair and, in a motion so smooth it was impressive, got his pants down and forced his already hard cock down her throat. Grace gagged and choked on his cock, the breathlessness causing her heart to race as he pulled roughly down on her head before pulling back.

Grace grasped onto Liam’s hips and held on for dear life, her pussy throbbing as he fucked her face. She loved how hard his cock got, how viciously he used it to fuck her. Looking up, the hunger and lust in her eyes reminded her of how wanted she was, and Grace’s pussy throbbed.

Relaxing, giving herself to him, Grace reached down to touch herself. Fingers caressing her bare pussy, Grace felt heat spark through her and moans escape her lips, vibrating on Liam’s cock. The man only fucked her face harder, growling and moaning softly as she felt his cock getting harder and harder. Even relaxing, she could barely breathe; if she breathed at the wrong time his cock kept her from getting any air and instead sent a spike of adrenaline through her, terror and excitement making her pussy throb all the harder.

Her eyes burned with tears as she gagged, whimpering as she tried her hardest to relax her body. She wasn’t sucking his cock, she was being used as a toy, and she loved it.

Knowing that orgasm would come, she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Pleasure spread from between her legs and her thighs tried to clamp together but she forced them to stay apart. Whimpering, moaning, Grace masturbated harder and harder as she felt Liam come closer to orgasm.

“Don’t swallow,” he ordered with a growl. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow,” he said while fucking her face as she forced herself to relax not to choke.

As she felt the heat fill her throat and mouth, the taste of his delicious cum, Grace brought herself completely to orgasm and she let out a howling moan as she shook and trembled, crying out, helpless to do anything but convulse as Liam fucked her face like it was his toy.

After a little more thrusting, Liam pulled his cock from her face and forced her to look up at him, gently slapping one cheek, then the other. “Come on, slut. Spit it out. Cover your tits in my cum so we can show the world what a good little slut you are.”

Without hesitation Grace leaned down and obeyed, letting his cum dribble out of her mouth, the mix of cum and spit running down her chin and covering her breasts.

Without warning, Liam grabbed her hair and pulled up on it. Grace cried out and barely forced herself to stand, scrambling desperately to her feet as her boyfriend turned her around to face the mirror again, putting his arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze.

Her eyes were bright red and puffy from the tears of being choked on cock. Her hair, now a frayed mess. Eyeliner ran down the side of her face, and there was a mess of lipstick and cum all around her lips. She looked like a well used whore.

“What do you think? Is this better?” Liam asked, and Grace nodded, leaning back against him with a smile.

“This is how I want my pictures taken, Sir,” she said, as he reached up and began to pet her hair gently. “Except…”

“Yes, my kitten?” Liam said when she trailed off, as she gave him a shy, wry smile.

“Will you put my tail in, Sir?” she asked wryly, asking him to insert the kitty tail buttplug that they kept around. The grin on Liam’s face told her everything she needed to know of how wanted she really was.