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.”


Without sight

She knocked on his door. He’d had a special surprise for her, but had refused to tell her; every time she texted him to ask what they would be getting up to, he would just send a :3, which of course she responded to with a smug prick.

But he didn’t answer the door. Instead, the vibration of her phone told her Door’s open. This only fanned the flames of her curiosity; why didn’t he come to the door? After entering his apartment, she was met with a sign and a bin, instructing her to remove all of her clothes – all of them – and put on the blindfold hanging on a hook before coming to his room. “Okay, what’s his game…?” she asked, curious, a bit nervous, and a bit excited. After a moment of deliberating with herself, she stripped, sliding the blindfold onto her eyes.

Fortunately, his room was close to the entryway, so she didn’t have to bumble about his house without being able to see. Gingerly placing her hand on the doorknob and pushing through, she slowly walked in, cautious not to run into anything in her blinded state. Her breath seized up just a little, heart racing as her nipples hardened with delight at the thoughts of what he would do to her while she was blindfolded, helpless, incapable of escape….

As soon as she stepped in, she felt him pull her close to him from the front. She jumped slightly, feeling his body pressing against hers’, his strong, firm muscles wrapping around her. The skin on his chest touched hers, and she felt his legs, slightly hairy but by no means uncomfortably, brush against her legs. A hand fell to her hair as she slowly reached out, placing a hand on his back and one around her waist. The feeling of his naked skin against hers’ was like a spark of fire or lightning, and relaxed her nerves while her heart raced ever faster.

“How do I look?” she asked, self-conciously. Although he’d seen her naked before, this was a new circumstance. She felt his shoulders raise slightly, as if he shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know. I can’t see shit,” he playfully grasped one of her hands and, after giving her fingers a tender squeeze of affection, brought her hand up. Her fingertips touched soft velvet across his eyes before his fingers interlaced with hers and she felt his body over hers, pressing his lips to hers. Moaning into the lips of her tall lover, her body bristled with goosebumps as she felt heat between her legs with just a single kiss.

The nervousness of being blinded caused her legs to tremble and weakened her balance, but he held her strong; an arm around her waist keeping her standing strong as his skin pressed against hers. She felt his cock, growing from being firm to a hard, pulsing mass the more he kissed her. She tasted his lips, the minty aftertaste of toothpaste on his breath. She felt his arms, with taut muscles pulling her in and embracing him in his scent, an almost indescribable savory that made her melt like chocolate between the lips.

Reaching down for this pulsing member, just before she touched his cock, he grasped her hand. “No,” he said, kissing her neck softly under her ear, causing pleasure to run through her body starting at the top of her spine. “Not yet,” he said, slowly pulling away, before sliding next to her and lifting her into the air.

She let out a squeal as she was separated from the ground, and clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She normally didn’t like being lifted off the ground, nervous that she would be dropped, and now, having been separated from the ground while blindfolded, she was terrified, but exhilarated with the ease at which he hoisted her into the air. Her heart raced as he carried her, before he gently knelt down, placing her on his bed and crawling in after her, slipping his arms around her.

From there, he felt his hands begin to explore. Fingertips, grazing over her skin, slowly running along her arms. A single fingertip ran down her spine, sending a shiver through her body as the lightest of touches sent a hungry feeling through her and pulled a gasp from her lips. She pulled in close, feeling her pussy begin to pulse softly as his hand ran down the curve of her ass, noot squeezing, not digging in, just touching her.

Her hand wrapped around him, squeezing the back of his neck and running down his shoulders. While his long arms let him trace fingertips along the back of her legs, her hands squeezed the musculature of his shoulders, feel the strong but relaxed form of his back. Softly, she ran her nails up his hips, and felt the way he reacted, acutely aware of the slight trembling and the slightest of hitches in his breath as his cock throbbed firmly against her crotch.

Abandoning sight, she embraced his scent and explored his body. Leaning up, she kissed him, biting his lower lip before his tongue slipped against hers. His arms pulled her against him, and she grew intimately familiar with the shape of his form, focusing on every inch of him and exploring him without sight.

His lips pressed to her neck, before sucking and even sinking his teeth softly into her neck, and her nails dug deeper into him. “Just a little more,” she asked and his teeth sunk in just barely deeper; an almost imperceptible amount, but enough to make her hips buck softly and grind against him. Leaning in, she kissed his lips hard, before rolling over on top of him, slowly pulling her arms from under his weight.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as his hands fell on her waist and squeezed her, pressing her body down, her pussy grinding hard against his cock without letting it slide in. She felt weightless, his hands falling to her waist and lifting her just barely; not even all the way off his body, but negating her weight. Leaning in, she kissed him with an understated hunger, a need and a lust without any sense of vulgarity, slipping her tongue into his mouth, pushing back once his tongue pressed against hers, feeling his hard flesh throbbing in time with his accelerating heart between the lips of her slit, driving her crazy.

She could have grabbed his cock and pulled her into him in an instant, but instead in the brief moment where she considered taking her lover, he rolled over, softly pinning her to the bed. His hands pressed against her wrists, holding her to the bed, before she felt his hands softly rise up her wrists. Back arching, she felt his skin sliding against hers’ as his fingers interlaced with hers and held her down.

One moment later, he leaned in and kissed her chest. Between her breasts. She anticipated him sucking on her nipple, nibbling it, blowing on it, but he kept kissing her chest while his cock throbbed against her thigh. She pushed back, but could not budge him, she couldn’t move him as she saw nothing, but felt his strength completely, restraining her helplessly without hurting her even a little.

Incapable of fighting, incapable of forcing more, she bucked her hips as he kissed her breasts, slowly kissing in a circle around each nipple. Teasing, he slowly kept building her up, higher and higher, exploring her body more as she gasped, listening to his breath, feeling a pleasurable flame burn through her, feeling his weight holding her down without crushing her.

Eventually, she stopped squirming, she stopped shaking, she stopped trying to get his cock into her, and she listened to his body, listened to her body, and gave herself to a feeling of overwhelming passion as she began to quiver.

She felt him let go of one hand, which she then placed on the back of his neck, and then the next feeling was the lips of her pussy being spread by the firm head of his cock, her precum soaking it and dribbling down between her legs for the briefest of moments.

 She let out a scream of bliss as he slid into her without resistance.

Hesitant Fox

So, this was to be a scene from a novel idea I had that I’m still toying with, but I don’t know if I’m going to finish and release.  Regardless, I feel sorta bad about not posting anything for a few days, so I tidied it up, and here you go.


My entire body tensed up as Joshua began to prepare his rope. His brow was furrowed in intense concentration as I stood, shifting.

I’m nervous.

Terrified and excited. Impatient and calm. I wanted to run away, and I wanted to remain rooted to the ground. But where would I run? Joshua’s piercing eyes meet mind. “Do you want to run away?” he asks, looking me square in the eyes.

Even through my mask, he can see deep into my very being, see what a scared little rabbit I felt like instead of the unflappable vixen I was trying to show him. “A little,” I responded in a voice that was far smaller than expected, and he gave a small, wry smile.

“Are you going to run away?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Not if I wanted to run, but if I would run. Gathering myself, I stood as tall as my shaky legs would let me. “No.” My voice was still small, but rather than the voice of a terrified rabbit, it was the voice of a hesitating but brave fox.

“Good girl,” he praised as a beastial grin washed over his features.  That grin reminded me that despite his gentle demeanor, Joshua is a beast on the inside.  As if I could forget. “Now. Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and within an instant I went rigid with fright and nerves.

I looked around. The club was full of people having their own scenes, sitting on the couch talking, getting refreshments, and in one corner, having sex. “Remember,” I said, looking Joshua square in the eye as I slowly peeled myself out of my dress. His eyes trailed down without shame, admiring my body, hungering for my flesh. I couldn’t help but have a little, wry smile behind my mask as I reached behind my back, undoing the bra that held my breasts and hid them from the hungry animal that was about to tie me up. “No removing my mask, and no fucking me tonight,” I finished.

“No fucking you tonight,” he repeated, giving that a thought. An odd expression of contemplation flickered across his face, before the face of the man preparing to bind me flashed with an evil smile.

I almost ran away just then, rather than take my panties off.


Joshua’s hands are graceful and adept. In an instant, I feel the soft but firm compression of rope around my chest, and my head feels like it’s floating. He slips the ropes under and over my breasts, never giving them a squeeze or feeling them while focusing on binding my body. His focus is admirable, but something inside me feels neglected, longs for the beastly feeling of his eyes on me and his desire for my flesh.

A growl from behind me in my ear conveyed all of those feelings of lust, of desire, of barely-restrained passion. I nearly turn to face him, but his strong hand forced my face forward through a grip on my hair, sending a surge of pain through my scalp that transformed itself into pleasure. 

After letting out a tiny moan, I grinned behind my mask and turn to face him again, but he just jerked my face forward a second time. The third time, though, he pulled back hard on my hair.  Our eyes met, and my grin faded as his coy smile was mixed with annoyance.

“If you’re going to be a brat, I won’t tie you up,” he warned threateningly.

I growl. Bastard. You’re supposed to force me into it. You’re supposed to spank me and make me cry and whimper until I stop moving, then tie me up. That’s how it’s supposed to work.
After my head is forced back up, I hear his whispered voice in my ear. “Don’t forget which one of us is in control here.”

I almost snarled back, but I stop. If I did that then he wouldn’t tie me up and I needed to be tied up! How dare he…


He outmaneuvered me. Completely and utterly. I demanded force and violence, but he instead defeated me through the strength of his mind.  The realization left me confused, nervous, and soaking wet between my legs. I underestimated Joshua, and I may have just been out of my depth. So why did I want to dive even further, no matter how dark and terrifying the waters proved themselves to be?

His ministrations continued, and slowly my head began to feel like it was swimming as my body was bound. Desire burned between my legs as my body was wrapped in more and more rope. “Okay, now we’re going to put you in the air, Fox,” he warned “You ready?” Amusement flashes onto his face when I nod.

My arms were behind my back. I could still move quite a bit, but I running away wasn’t an option. I was already tied to the ceiling, even if my feet were on the ground. I didn’t want to run away anymore, anyways. My fear was gone, and every time it threatened to return, it was replaced by the sound of Joshua’s voice. I wanted this.

The feeling of being lifted into the air, supported mostly by the weight of rope on my torso was surreal, new, intense and exciting. I could feel the beat of my life traced in lines all across my skin under the rope. The feeling of the pressure running in lines was blissful, pulling the tiniest of moans from my lips.

“How is it? Are you comfortable?”

I nodded.

A moment passed, and I felt a sting against my ass as he strikes me. A sting which scattered into a mix of pain, pleasure, and a cloudy feeling which just filled my head with even more lightness – lightness and joy; it was like floating and swimming all at once. “I want to spank you twenty times. Can you take it?”

“Yes.” To please Joshua, I would let him spank me a thousand times.

Blow after blow rained down, and each time more pain runs through me more intense than the last time, as does bliss. With each blow I felt his desire, his hunger, and his primal need tearing through me, filling my body.  With every single blow, I felt my pussy burn hotter and grow wetter than ever, pulsing, longing to feel him fill me with that desire.

When he stopped, I nearly cried. I wanted more!  I wanted more than this pain! I wanted to feel him inside of me while he spanks me.  I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted him to fill me. “Please…” I whispered.

“Please what? More spankings?”

“Please…!” The thought of asking for sex made my cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment.  I was always taught that good girls don’t ask to be fucked like wild animals, so I couldn’t say more.  After waiting for me to ask for something specific for a moment, I felt his hand on my ass again. He spanked me harder and harder, pulling the sounds from heaven and hell out of my lips.

“Please!” I begged harder, and he stopped.

“Oh? That’s not what you wanted?” he asked, moving around to the front of me, wearing the same evil smile he wore before, but this time I wasn’t afraid. I wanted this man’s evil, I wanted his good, I wished for him to fuck me whether he was a god or a devil. “How about this?” he asked me before leaning in to kiss me on the forehead of my mask.

“Please…” I tried to speak, but it my voice was the lustful moans of a bitch in heat. “Take it off and kiss me,” I begged, before he looked at me funny, shaking his head. His lips met the lips of my mask, but they wouldn’t touch my own.

“You told me that I’m not allowed to take your mask off before we started,” he told me. I whimpered and kick my legs, struggling and thrashing, trying to get my hands free, trying to take the damn mask off so he could fucking kiss me properly!

Strong hands held me in place in the air, binding even my struggles. Soft lips ran down my neck, down my collarbone, skipping the rope and leading him to plant his lips on my breasts, but not my nipples.

He wouldn’t kiss my nipples, even though that’s what I wanted, what I was howling and practically begging for.  His lips trailed further down. Each kiss leaves a trace of heat and pleasure and passion as he explored my skin with his lips. Down to my hips. Onto my legs.

Strong hands pried my legs apart.

The tip of his tongue ran up my leg, up my thigh.  It didn’t take him long to find the cooling trail of juice dribbling down my thigh, and as he let out an approving moan, I felt the tip of that hot tongue run up along the river of my juice. I nearly came just from feeling his tongue so close to my pussy as she pulsed and throbs, screaming at me that she needs this man inside of her, and she needed him right now!

“Please!” I moaned. I couldn’t say anything else anymore.  I tried to scream for him to eat me out, to lick me, but I couldn’t even find the words.

His tongue trailed up my thigh before jumping over to the other thigh, sending the same needing feeling through me as I barely bite back a scream. I felt him pull away, and as I looked down, I could see that his eyes were focused on mine as his hands held strong onto my hips. I was dripping wet. Take me, I wanted to beg as he leaned in to kiss my pussy.

An instant before he did so, he stopped, so very close that I could feel his breath on my vulva.

“Wait,” he said with a pause, looking up at me. “If I eat you out, that’s oral sex, isn’t it?” he asked. Who cares?! Please, release me from this torment! “We agreed on no sex,” he mentioned with a frown that was a little too theatrical. No, no, we can have sex, I tried to say to him but the words only came out as moaning and groaning. Really, fuck me, fuck me!

“I guess we can’t go back on that this time,” he said with a shrug, standing up and standing over me.

“Please…!” I cry. It’s so hard to say. It’s so hard to ask for. I couldn’t ask for it, I was scared, I don’t want to be a slut, I want to be a good girl, but I needed to say it, I needed to have it! “Please, fuck me!”

Joshua tries to frown, but the corners of his mouth are giving that same cruel, evil smile they had when he started, showing the truth behind that fake expression of disappointment. “I can’t. It’d be breaking consent.  It isn’t what we agreed to.”

“Please, please,” I practically am screaming as I’m struggling. “Take me, please,” I’m begging, pleading, sobbing, trying to hump the air as Joshua’s cruel grin became as plain as day.

“I can’t,” he said with a shrug. His gaze was impassive, as if it didn’t bother him either way. Didn’t he want to fuck me? Didn’t he think I was beautiful?  Couldn’t he see how wet and dropping and sopping I was?!  I was consenting!  I was begging!

I couldn’t stop begging him to fuck me, and I couldn’t stop humping the air, no matter how badly I tried to hold still.

“Alright, I think… that may be enough,” he said over my lustful sobbing, seemingly surprised with how intensely I was begging to be taken. “I’m going to let you down, now.”

As he lowered me, my feelings of lust mixed with feelings of disappointment, of being unwanted. He wouldn’t take me. Even if I begged, he wouldn’t fuck me. I didn’t understand. I had never met a man who found me attractive who wouldn’t fuck me if I begged them hard enough.  I’d never met a man who didn’t at least find me attractive to put his dick in me if I asked, even if he didn’t really care about me.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I wobbled a little. And when the rope no longer supported my weight my body slumped.

My eyes closed and the world went dark as the ground rose to meet me.

I stopped. My body stopped falling, and it felt like strong, herculean arms were wrapped around me.

A body, hard yet lithe held me. Arms kept me from falling. A cock as hard as a steel beam pressed against my thigh, barely contained by thin fabric. When I opened my eyes and allowed them to focus, it was Joshua.

Joshua’s strong arms. Joshua’s concerned eyes. Joshua’s steel beam of a cock. One arm held my weight as another worked on the rope. Even with one arm, he supported me without the slightest hint of strain.

Joshua helped me stand.

Joshua undid the rope around me.

Without letting me go, he grabbed a sheet and wrapped me up to cover me, pressing his body against mine as he walked me over to one couch off to the side.  He pulled me into his lap, letting me feel exactly how hard his cock was; so hard I could feel every beat of his heart in the blood that flowed through it, even though the fabric of his jeans and the sheet that wrapped me up.  Just how much willpower did this man have to not fuck me with a cock this violently hard?

His arms held me close, and pulled me into his scent.  In my bliss, I gazed up at this man’s eyes, and wanted more, I wanted him to see me, I didn’t want this mask separating us anymore.

I wanted him to kiss me.  A real, lips-to-lips kiss between a man and a woman, not a man and a plastic protective cover.  I wanted it more than anything in the world other than that pulsing mass of steel-made-flesh under my tender butt to fill one of my holes, or maybe all of them in turn.

His hand reached up and grabbed mine before I could pull the mask from my face. “Not tonight,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my earlobe afterwards.  His hand fell on the back of my head which gently pulled me in closer, to which I obliged by pressing my head to his chest and letting his entire self wrap me up.

Wrapped in a sheet and in his muscles, in a world consisting of nothing but Joshua, I felt safe enough to doze off as my crotch against him, knowing that this man wouldn’t take me against my will, no matter how beautiful he found me.


Not Yet (Scrap)

This is a scrap; it’s an incomplete story which I heavily doubt I will finish.  Still, it has some fun foreplay elements, and some nice D/s.  If you don’t mind something that may be a little rougher around the edges and is incomplete (so you’ll need to fill in the ending with your own imagination), please enjoy.

Your back strikes the wall.  Pressure comes over your body as I pin you to the wall, your wrists pressed firmly down at your sides as your gaze meets mine.

Despite looking into the eyes of someone who want to devour you, you keep your will resolved and your expression resolute.

Glaring, you fill yourself with defiance and struggle, trying to pull your wrists free, but my hands hold fast, unrelenting in their restraint without squeezing.  You growl and hiss, trying to pull away, but my hands don’t budge, and a small smile begins to come over my face.

Your arms are lifted upward.  Now, you resist as best you can, try to struggle, lock your arms, do something, but my strength overcomes yours like you were just a child.  “No,” is all I say as I lift your arms high, so high you almost need to stand tiptoed, pulling your body up as my hips press into yours.  Your breath quickens as I lean in, setting my face inches from your ear.

“Now be a good girl and stop struggling,” I whisper, sliding one leg between yours and grinding my thigh against your crotch as teeth sink hard into the place where your shoulder meets your neck.

A sharp intake of breath tells me that you want to moan, want to yell, but don’t want to give me the satisfaction.  The way your hips grind just barely against me as my thigh presses into your still-covered pussy tells me that you’re turned on.  The quivering of your body tells me of your breaking resistance, and the now-pathetic attempts to break my grasp tell me you can’t just surrender.

So I bite you again on the neck, and kiss you on the earlobe.  I press my thig inbetween your legs and press my hard chest into your soft breasts.  I pull my teeth from your neck to see you trying to avoid my gaze.

“Look at me.”

You refuse to obey the command, and for a moment one of your wrists is free before a shock of pain reels through your face from my slap and your knees almost buckle, if not for the fact that my thigh is supporting you, holding you up by the cunt.

“Look at me.”  My orders are obeyed, and you try to hide the lust in your eyes as I hold both of your small wrists with one large hand; A symbolic binding compared to the previous one, but you know what will happen if you break that binding.

You know I’ll reduce you to tears if you break that binding.

My gaze doesn’t break from yours, as I soak in every expression as my free hand traces fingers down your arm, along your neck, making you pleasantly shudder when it reaches your bite mark.

When it touches your breast, a soft, lustful sound escapes your lips and a smile, darker, crueler, more dangerous and more beastial replaces the previous one.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, breaking and surrendering.

“What was that?” I ask, teasing your nipple through your shirt and pushing up against your crotch with my leg when your legs weaken.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimper, your eyes beginning to beg.

“I can’t hear you,” I smile darkly.

“I need you to fuck me!” You almost scream, leaning forward a bit as I move in.  Our bodies are enveloped in heat as our lips touch.  I kiss you like I want to devour you, like I want to eat you alive and drink up all of your pleasure like an incubus, peaking your soul only to devour it.

I kiss you with hunger, fire, need, and when I pull back I smile cruelly, letting your wrists go as I grasp the front of your shirt with both hands, tearing it open and exposing your hard nipples to the cool air outside your chest.

“Not yet,” I say, sadism and rapture etching itself hard into my voice as I keep you from falling to your knees by grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you up before I lean in to wrap my lips around one of your nipples.

Tell me that you’re gorgeous

“Tell me that you’re gorgeous.”


As she lay on her side, one leg lifted to make it easy for me to see my cock driving into her pussy, her curves quaked as our bodies collided. Small ripples ran along the skin of her breasts as each impact drove her body to shake and filled her with more beauty. Her eyes, holding a hazel hue that heralded harmony to my whole held closed. That pale skin, dotted with freckles, contrasted with my own darker skin, the only mark of where her body ended and mine began.


Her eyes opened as she looked up at me, staring into my eyes after my order. Her body resonated with mine and her breath was broken with sounds of lust, sounds of passion, sounds that drove me to pull up on her strong leg and spread her pussy so I could fuck her deeper. As she turned her head to bite into my pillow, muffling the screams that rose from her chest, I demanded that she acknowledge what I’d known from the very instant I laid my eyes on her.


“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!”


Sounds of pleasure broke free from her luscious lips as she briefly opened her eyes once more to meet the ferocity of my gaze, the sheer desire which overwhelmed my senses. Meeting her eyes only made me pull harder, putting my hands on her lower back and on her belly, digging my fingers in and use it as a handle to bring us all the closer, to fill her more deeply than I ever had.


“I can’t,” she whispered as her eyes met mine and her body trembled, her mind resisting the command; resisting and straining against the concept that was as clear to me as the blue of the sky, the wetness of the ocean, the rapturous feeling of her body wrapped around mine, and the brilliance of her kisses.


“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!” I demanded again as her body squeezed me, throbbed around me, filled me with a pleasure which was beautiful in and of itself, even disregarding the sight before me. Not that disregarding such a sight was possible.


“I can’t say something I don’t believe,” she said, looking into my eyes and smiling. There was the tiniest bit of sadness mixed with that pleasure, a wish that she could say the words I demanded. The smallest hint of an apology for being incapable of fulfilling my demand. It was a smile that was filled with the honest bliss of the joy that our coming together brought, but also tinted with a hint of pain of wishing that she could believe those words, but couldn’t bring herself to.


I kissed her. I kissed those beautiful lips and sucked on that delicious tongue. I drove myself into that amazing feeling and that intense warmth and moaned into that welcoming mouth. I held down that feminine body and filled it with my strength and shook the world around us.



You can’t say those words to me because you don’t believe them? Alright. I’ll take some time and make you believe them. If what you’ve been told is that you aren’t astonishing and breathtaking, I’ll make sure to teach you the truth and blow away the lies.

Thank You For Giving Me What’s Mine

“I can’t breathe…”

I know it’s a lie. I know you can breathe just fine as I look at you, grabbing you by the scalp and pulling back, grinning as you scream, bending down to your knees and look at me, trembling. Lips the color of blood, your body held tight in a corset the shade of rose-pedals, beautiful blue-green eyes filled with fear, excitement, confusion.

You want to run away and you want to stop. You shudder as you look at me before I slap you, causing you to look away as I release your hair.

“Stand up,” I say as you slowly raise yourself. Your breath is hitched, quick. I look down at you.

The rose-colored corset is almost tied. I pull the laces tighter as you let out a soft yelp, quivering as I tie the laces before stepping back to take a look at you, smiling at your beauty.

Clipped near the top of the single braid of your long, auburn hair is a rose whose white pedals have been dyed black. Your slender, pale neck has a heavy, black, locked collar which you can’t remove without a key.

Your curves show beautifully, from your large bust that calls for lips and a tongue, to your waist, held in tight by your garb. Leading down to thick, wide, gorgeous, feminine hips, down to a pair of panties without the crotch, the lips of your labia spreading out from the slit like the pedals of a flower. From your corset come a pair of garters which trail down your beautiful, strong thighs to a pair of thigh-high socks, striped in black and red, leading all the way down to your shining, black heels.

I smile, brushing your hair as you look at me, quivering.

“How is your new corset?” I ask, looking at you as you shiver at my gaze. I can tell you’re nervous, but you also bloom at my attention. Just looking at you can tell me how your heart races.

“Your doll…” you swallow, gathering your courage. “Your doll thanks you for dressing it up,” you say.

I approach you, slipping a hand behind you, bending you down. You yelp slightly, losing your balance. Your body shakes under me, but you do not fall. I will not let you fall. I have you, and I support your weight with one hand, and I lean in, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Good girl,” I say, before I lift you back onto your feet, circling around you.

You can hear nothing for a moment. You try to glance back. “Don’t turn,” calls my voice. You face forward, swallowing, feeling the weight of my collar on your neck as your heart races.

Before an instant passes, you feel soft blows to the back of your calves and drop to your knees with only a whimper, facing downwards. “Good girl,” I say. You feel my hand on your head, patting you in praise.

Your arms are jerked back, and suddenly you feel rope begin to slip around your wrists. When you try to turn back to see what I’m doing, your entire world is shaken as my open hand strikes your cheek, sending your world into a startled spiral.

Your head goes numb as you feel your arms bound, and your head is jerked back by your hair. You shake your head, whimper. “Please,” you whisper in lustful desperation. I don’t know if you’re begging me to please stop or please keep going, and neither do you as I slip the braid of your hair into the rope that binds your hands, forcing you to keep your back arched, to keep your head back or to suffer. Grabbing you by the rope that binds your hands I force you to stand or tear your own hair out as you whimper, shuddering.

“Please,” you whisper. For mercy, or for more? You won’t say. You can’t say because you’re asking for both. The scared little girl in you wants to run away. The strong woman inside of you wants to be pleasured sexually. The animal wants to be taken and fucked and filled.

When I bend you over my bed and you squirm, I growl, slapping you on the thighs. “Spread,” I say.

You shift, clenching your thighs tight for a minute as you fight yourself, before spreading them. You feel a pause, before suddenly an electrical feeling of pleasure comes through you as you feel me kiss your pussy.

“Aaa…” you moan as I begin to lick the inside of your cunt, as I wrap my tongue in your taste. Before long I stop licking the inside of your pussy and begin to tease your clit with just the tip of my tongue as you moan.

“Please…” you say, quivering. I know you’re afraid of oral, you’re afraid you don’t taste good, but again you don’t want me to stop. You can’t want me to stop. You shudder and squirm, trying to look back farther for a moment before letting out a yelp as you feel your own scalp cry out in punishment for trying to move your head.

“Oh gods… Oh gods,” You feel my finger slip deep into your pussy as my tongue licks your clit, as the nerves your sexual organs send messages of pleasure, of heat, energy and light running all through your body. You pant hard, your thoughts going numb. You want it. You want more.

You want to feel yourself full of hot, sticky cum, and you grind hard against my finger, moaning.

“That’s it,” I say, moaning as I lick your clit, feeling your pussy spasm and tighten around my finger. “You know what I want,” you hear me say.

I want your cum, is what my voice in your head says, you know the message I’m telling you. Your body clenches, spasming, as your breath is caught in the corset and in your throat and you open your mouth to scream while your pussy explodes, tightening and soaking my finger and my face.

No sound comes out as you scream silently, breathlessly, your head going light as your vision fades, leaving only desire and animal lust.

Your entire body, all of your senses are numb before you feel flesh, hot and pulsing slide into your exposed pussy, sliding between the lips of your labia and you let out a groan and a cry as your still shuddering pussy clenches around my cock desperately while you feel my hands on your shoulders, my nails digging into your flesh.

“Oh god,” you mumble as your pussy begins to pulse even harder, clench even tighter against my bare flesh, as the room is filled with our flesh colliding. You can’t breathe, choked by the tight corset, by the tight collar, by the pleasure that runs through you as your head feels light. My nails in your shoulders only pull you harder onto me.

You try to struggle with your hands, try to grab something for mercy, but there is no mercy. You can’t escape, you can’t even hold on or push away as your nails dig into their opposite hand and you let out more and more cries as your pussy clenches me like a vice, as more explosions of pleasure rip through you, as your body glistens with sweat and your cum lubricates and soaks me.

“Yes, that’s it, cum all over my cock. That’s right,” I growl and command. Not that I need to command. I just need to fuck you senseless, and you’re already almost senseless, helpless and loving every moment. The little girl that wants to run has been silenced, as has the strong woman who wants to be pleasured.

All you are now is an animal, being taken violently, roughly, and completely dominated by her mate as he pounds away inside of you, and fills you up.

Yes, yes, please, yes, is what you want to say, but you can’t. You can’t even make any words as you struggle. Bound. Underneath me. Feeling my cock grow hotter, harder, as I pound you harder and faster, as your heart in your chest aches and beats and

Your pussy suddenly feels so much more full and you let out a scream as I fill you with cum. I drive myself harder, faster, more viciously into your flesh I fill your pussy to the very brim with hot, sticky, white seed as you let out a scream, your body clenching tight, squeezing and milking me without asking you if you want it.

Because you do.

Every part of you wants this right now.

You don’t know how long it lasts. Your senses fade in and out, but after a few minutes, or maybe hours, or maybe days, or maybe months, or maybe years, you feel my hands wrapped around you. My torso resting on your back, or rather on your hands, your hair pulled from the bondage but your hands still bound behind your back as I cuddle up to you, my cock still filling you, still holding my cum inside of you without letting it escape.

We remain that way, nearly breathless and bent over my bed for longer than you can contemplate before I start grinding inside of you again.

Just that is enough to make your sated desire stir and shudder, and I feel you grind back against me. Slowly, I stand up and reach down, beginning to undo the rope binding your hands before pulling them up, pulling you up into a standing position while I start beginning to thrust rather than merely grinding.

Your pussy is full, wet, soaked, and tired, but it twitches, sending a feeling of both sore contentment and desire, of wanting, wanting even more seed if I can give it to you.

You want it all. Your body wants all my seed, and I can feel it from the way you squeeze me, trying to milk me for more.

So I thrust inside of you, more and more while taking your hands, wrapping my fingers in you as I pound you. While I fuck you, and use you, and while your body takes from me.

Our bodies know. Our bodies know, and our instincts know that you belong to me, that you are my toy, but at the same time, my seed is yours. My cum, my genes belong to you, and they belong to your body, and your body knows what to do with it as you stand up and begin to grind into me, pressing your hips and ass into me, using me to support your weight as your legs are exhausted, sore from cumming and your balance is weakened by the heels.

Holding your hands up, forcing you to stand straight, I hold your hands as if I were a tender, sweeter lover as I continue to fuck you, pulling some of our cum out of you and splattering it all over your ass and my thighs, covering us in our own juices, covering us in sweat and semen and all sorts of other symbols of our rough, violent, animal lust and love.

You turn back while I take you from behind, and our lips meet. Our lips meet and our breath crosses, mixes, twirls as your lips pull eachother in and press against eachother, our tongues teasing and twirling. I keep fucking you, keep pounding you, my tired cock wanting more and more from your body, wanting more from the body that belongs to me.

Before long, I push you down again, but lift your legs, pulling you onto the bed, taking you from behind. My hands dig into your hips, fingertips gripping hard, almost violently as I use your curves as a handle, pulling your ass back into me as you let out another cry.

This rough treatment sends desire through you as you feel the beast that I’ve become, letting your body do exactly as it desires, squeezing my cock and as it throbs inside of you. It’s exhaustion fades as you feel me throbbing and pulsing harder and harder, building up more and more heat in your body. But you want more. So in desperation you reach down, beginning to finger your own clit, fingering yourself.

You feel pleasure run through you which spikes every time I take you to the hilt, every time your soft fingers stroke your nub, spikes of desire and pleasure completely overwhelming your mind.

You cum, covering me in more of your juices.

You cum again, exploding all over me, clenching my cock and forcing it to become even harder and hotter in your pussy.

You cum again, demanding my flesh for even more of my seed, demanding that I give it all to you and demanding that I fuck you harder.

So when you feel my hands gripping you harder, hard enough to bruise and I begin to fuck you with reckless abandon like a sex toy, you scream, you let out a cry, ripping through the breathless silence and overtaking the violent sounds of our bodies slamming eachother as you feel my body tighten and hear me growling in your ear.

When you feel me explode inside of you again, send another surge of semen running through you, you let out a scream. Your world goes white. There is no breath, no air, only this feeling of me filling you up, this feeling of me leaving absolute heat and a piece of myself inside of you as your body goes numb.

You’re overwhelmed. All of your senses go white as you begin to sob in joy, rapture, desire, in every emotion as your mind is completely consumed by the satisfaction of a beast which got everything that it wanted, your head falling forward.

“Ahhhnnn…” you let out a moan as my hands grasp yours softly, gently, and our fingers interlace themselves and you groan, your tired pussy still squeezing my cock as I rest inside of you, drape myself over you and protect you.

Feeling the warmth of my cum, you try to make a sound. “Nnn…” you can’t make even a single syllable, but I know what you said.

Thank you, Master, for giving me your seed. Thank you for giving me what is mine.

Thread; An instant in eroticism

I am bound.

My arms above my head, a single silvery thread traces all the way around my body, down my arms to my breasts, over my crotch, around each leg.

I am bound, but not with rope or cord or chain. No. I am bound with the most fragile of thread.

Master’s binding is peculiar, but it is strong. I test it, but the string will not budge. It will not break.

When Master takes a cane to my ass, I scream and squirm yet the thread does not break.

When Master puts clothespins on my nipples, I yelp and jerk away yet the thread does not break.

When Master kisses my lips and runs his fingers between my legs and teases me with cruelty, my body quivers and my knees bend yet the thread holds me up and does not break.

And when Master leans in and whispers ‘You are free,’ my arms pull away and snap the thread, wrapping themselves around his strong body as I sink into the warmth and strength of his chest.

After all, no thread could ever bind me. It was always his will that I not break the thread that bound me.