I just wanted to say that my fans are the best anyone could ..
I just wanted to say that my fans are the best anyone could ask for. You're all such lovely, patient, and kind people. I truly treasure you all.
2024-11-21 14:41:11 +0000 UTC View Post
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These videos have time limits, who knew? Anyway, crazy in a ..
These videos have time limits, who knew? Anyway, crazy in a place like this.
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New bra, hot day. Leave a tip if you enjoyed!
New bra, hot day. Leave a tip if you enjoyed!
2024-07-12 01:14:27 +0000 UTC View Post(*rolls in with an erotic story, rolls back out* Please tip ..
(*rolls in with an erotic story, rolls back out* Please tip if you enjoyed! I made it too long and had to cut a bunch off the front hope it still makes sense. Also I can't seem to add the tip option? I'm confused.)
Zivah had spent the whole day preparing herself to confess her feelings for the head librarian. She knew she had to speak before something happened to make her lose her nerve forever. Ifran was a daemon, a spirit of the library taken shape, made of black ink. They could take any shape they desired, but usually held a humanoid form with a sort of long skirt that puddled on the floor, their glowing white eyes starkly contrasting with the rest.
“Ifran, I like, need to talk to you about something? If that’s okay?” She found herself twisting the rings on her fingers. The bright eyes turned to look at her, but she couldn’t look up at them, not without losing her ability to speak.
“This time I’ve spent here getting to know you, and like, working with you and stuff, I’ve really come to like hanging out with you. I like, told you this before, but I’m glad we’re like, friends.”
The blackness of their face betrayed no emotion, no body language signaled her as to how they were reacting, but Zivah pressed on.
“I um...so like, I’m not sure if it’s your thing or um, whatever, but I think I’d like to um,” she paused a moment to breathe “I think I’d like to get to know you more...like, romantically?” Zivah was absolutely mortified at the way her voice cracked on that last word.
Ifran stopped moving for a moment and Zivah’s heart sank. She had tried to prepare herself for rejection, but no amount of preparation can prevent heartbreak.
“Come with me.” they said softly, and moved off the main library and back toward the offices and apartments. Zivah followed, tears ready to flow, but unsure of what was actually going on. She followed Ifran as they glided smoothly across the floor toward a door Zivah had never been through. They pulled a small key from somewhere in their inky form and unlocked the door, gesturing for Zivah to go inside. She stepped in, still confused and apprehensive, but realising she hadn’t been rejected yet. Inside was a small bachelor suite, a large bed sat in one corner, piled with pillows and blankets, and the kitchenette had been converted to an ink-making area, the dining table covered in scraps of paper the inks had been tested on. Zivah was so fascinated by an ink that shimmered different colours depending on how you angled the paper that she didn’t notice Ifran had closed the door behind them and come up directly behind her until she felt their cool presence behind her. A hand rested on her shoulder and she was gently turned around to face the daemon. Ifran’s eyes were looking at her directly, in a way that made her feel like every thought she ever had was theirs for the reading. She opened her mind, not knowing if what she was thinking could be detected, but hoping it was, showing them both her affection and her naked desire. A cool, smooth hand slid down her cheek and she thought her knees might give out on her right there.
“From the first day I saw you, I was fascinated with you. Zivah, you have some unusual quality, something about you I cannot put in to words, and given my profession, this surprised me. I had romantic thoughts of you,”
Zivah’s knees started to give and she found herself carefully scooped up by Ifran’s ink, lifted closer to their face.
“But never did I dream these would be reciprocated.” the intensity of the thousand-voices made shivers run up Zivah’s spine.
“I totally like, didn’t expect to feel this way, I didn’t know if you’d even want me, since I’m not a daemon...” Zivah bit her lip, her lavender eyes focused on trying to read Ifran’s face.
“I had thought you could not want me for being a daemon. I know such romances are uncommon, it seemed to me they existed only in stories and fantasies. But I have lived many centuries, and I have had love in the past, it has never been with one such as you. If you would have me, darling, I am yours.”
Ifran had leaned in close, their body losing shape as they lost concentration, focused on Zivah, they were a large mass of ink on which Zivah was sitting, only a torso coming up out of it, and this whole mass shivered when Zivah wrapped her arms around them and kissed where she hoped their mouth would be. It took a few moments, but after a little awkward laughter, Ifran managed a humanoid face suitable for kissing her. They carried her up and on to the soft bed, laying her back on the mass of dark pillows and silky blankets. For a long time they simply kissed, trying different angles until they found something they enjoyed.
“You don’t have to like, make yourself human-ish for me. I want to know you as you are, I want to see you. I love the way you feel.” She slid her hands over their chest, enjoying the slick feeling of the ink. It seemed both free and contained, Ifran never leaked or dripped or stained, but it also seemed like the ink flowed freely, moving to where it was needed, not restrained by skin but by the fibres of magic. “I um, I’m like, weirdly turned on by you not being human, if that makes sense.” Zivah felt like her cheeks were burning as this confession tumbled out unfiltered. Ifran looked down at her on the bed and seemed to smile.
“I am equally intrigued by your body.”
Zivah felt herself get wet again at their confession.
“I shall have to remove your clothing in order to enjoy you properly.”
Zivah could only nod and whimper in anticipation. None of her fantasies had ever considered Ifran would be so ready and willing, she’d always assumed she’d need to seduce them, never that Ifran was just as horny for her as she was for them. She watched black, slick tentacles come forth from the mass of ink and work on the buttons, clasps and lacing that make up Zivah’s elaborate gothic outfits. Ifran took time pulling off each layer of her clothing and carefully placing it beside the bed, stopping to kiss and enjoy each part of skin he revealed. It took them a moment to undo her corset, and Ifran looked up to see Zivah’s eyes closed, moaning already at the soft and gentle touches of Ifran’s touch. Her panties were soaked through when he finally pulled them off, leaving her fully naked on their pile of pillows. They leaned back to look at her and she opened her eyes, reaching her hands up to them, spreading her legs eagerly, no longer afraid to show how badly she wanted, she needed to be fucked him them. Ifran might have been grinning as they looked her over. Four tentacles moved forth and wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms out to the side and her legs apart.
“I need you so bad, Ifran, please fuck me.” her voice was sultry, turning them on even more with the change from her usual bubbly affect. She was also submissive, impossibly turned on by the strips of ink wrapped around her, another change from her professional attitude. Ifran was pleasantly surprised by this, it had been a very long time since they’d last had sex. Sex with another daemon was a different matter entirely in some ways, since they could come together as magical beings and connect through that bond, but while Zivah was a magic user, she was a mortal being, and they would have to rely on the many romance novels they’d read to find a way to satisfy them both. Looking down at the squirming woman beneath them, her black-and-purple hair already falling out of its elaborate updo, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, her pussy already wet with anticipation, Ifran unlocked the secret place they kept their feelings, and found themself incredibly horny. It was difficult to hold back, but Ifran wanted this moment to last as long as possible. They leaned down and kissed Zivah, but this time full of passion. Zivah reciprocated, her limbs struggling against the bonds in a delicious way, wanting to touch them and not being able to was both infurtiating and sexy, her hips kept pushing up against the cool mass of ink, but Ifran didn’t touch her pussy yet. Slowly they kissed her face, her neck, down one arm, gently sucking each of her fingers, then moving to the other arm. She cried out when they covered an ample breast in their mouth, and she came when Ifran’s mouth extended to cover both breasts, her nipples being gently teased as several tongues explored the skin around them. Ifran was emboldened by this orgasm, and the mouths moved to her stomach. She groaned in agony as Ifran’s mouths moved past her pussy and explored her legs, the tentacles still holding all her limbs down as she writhed in the bed. Ifran took their time, expanding their mass to wrap Zivah in their body, but leaving her pussy free, tongues and lips on every part of her. She very nearly came again when suddenly the ink was there on her soaking wet lips, pushing her open, a thick tongue sliding inside her. She screamed with pleasure and Ifran, no more able to control themself, began to practically devour her. They produced several tongues to tease her clit, her lips, one sliding inside her and licking her from the inside. It took no time for Zivah to orgasm again, and again, and again as Ifran’s inky mass smothered her pussy, the daemon having completely given up on keeping any kind of form, now they were only a blob of blackness, parts of them still holding on to Zivah’s limbs, the rest between her legs. A few more tentacle-tongues spread upwards over her body and over her breasts, one penis-shaped one sliding into her mouth. She took this hungrily, her pierced tongue sliding all over, taking as much of it in to her throat as she could. Ifran’s attention was momentarily taken by this action, sighing with pleasure at the machinations of her tongue, and it wasn’t long before they had their first orgasm in...a very long time. The penis-shaped tentacle swelled and then exploded in Zivah’s mouth but she held on, the inky cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. Ifran pulled it out slowly, fascinated by her licking it up, watching her with their shining eyes, her teeth and lips stained black with Ifran’s ink.
“You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever met.” Their voice was deeper than usual, with more feeling than Zivah had ever heard them express. She smiled, her hips pressing up against their bulk.
“You’re the most brilliant and sexy daemon I’ve ever met.” Their eyes met and they lingered a moment, both wondering if there could be anything more between them than this incredible sex. If there was, it would have to wait, they were both grinding against each other, desperate for more, all thoughts of the outside world were gone, there was only this small room and this bed and their heat. Zivah gasped as Ifran slid another tentacle inside her, moving it slowly in and out.
“Fuck, that feels amazing, don’t stop, please, fuck me harder.” she moaned, but Ifran continued to tease, holding her limbs, their eyes locked, using only a small tentacle inside her to get her worked up.
“Fuck me, please, Ifran, fuck me hard, fuck me until I can’t walk, fuck me until I see stars. Please.” she begged, tugging against her restraints, her pussy dripping wet, staining the silk sheets, but Ifran only held her gaze, the one tentacle still teasing inside her.
“Please fuck me, please-AHHHH” she lost control as the piece of Ifran inside her suddenly swelled and they began fucking her in earnest, the tentacle now filling her entire pussy. The restraints slipped and she wrapped her arms and legs around the inky mass that was fucking her. Ifran raised her hips and created a support under her so they could get a better angle and Zivah started to orgasm again. Ifran didn’t stop, tendrils of them sliding over Zivah’s skin, more tongues and mouths and tentacles slid over her and her orgasm intensified from a feeling to an experience. She’d never had a long-term romantic partner, she’d messed around with some people while at university, but the orgasms she was currently experiencing made her past sexual experiences pale in comparison. Apparently it wasn’t humans that really turned her on. She’d been surprised when she’d started fantasing about Ifran, even more so when the desire turned to a near-obsession and she couldn’t stop thinking about it, and now being here with them, having them inside her, it felt perfectly natural. She came again when she felt the tongue in her ass, and again when another tongue started on her clit, all the while the huge cock-like part of them was sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Zivah didn’t think her body was capable of such pleasure, and thought if this was somehow the way she died, that would be just fine. She was flipped over, Ifran’s mass holding her ass up and her face down, and Ifran fucked her with such power she thought she might be driven straight through the mattress and into the floor. Ifran’s body spread until it covered every part of her, leaving only a small space for her to breathe, but she wasn’t afraid. It felt incredible to be surrounded by Ifran on the outside and inside her, for they’d not stopped fucking her. She kissed and licked at the parts of them she could reach and a part of Ifran next to her mouth shaped itself into a pussy shape. She slid her tongue in to it, feeling around, licking at it with as much passion as Ifran was putting in to her. She heard them moan, a long and deep sound, and felt more ink slide over her tongue as she ate them, the giant cock still deep inside her.
They came together, Zivah’s pussy dripping with both their juices as Ifran came both inside her pussy and her mouth at the same time and they finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Slowly, Ifran collected all the parts of themself back into a whole body, stretching out beside their lover. Zivah rolled to her side, looking up at Ifran’s glowing eyes with wonder and appreciation. It was a little while before she could slow her breathing and collect herself to speak.
“I’ve literally never had sex that good...ever.” she mumbled into Ifran’s shape, wrapping her arms around them.
“I lost myself in you.” Ifran’s voice came from under her breast, the words making her shiver. “You are even more beautiful here in my bed.” they wiped an ink stain from her chin, another from inside her legs “Covered in me.”
“Ifran, I-” a kiss cut her off.
“We will discuss the particulars of our relationship soon, my darling, but for now I want only to hold you, to enjoy you. I want only this moment, and for it not to end.”
They lay there for some time, touching each other softly.
“You know, we still have a little time before we have to join Liwan for dinner...” she coaxed.
“You are all I want to eat.”
Zivah laughed, laying back and spreading her legs for them. “I’m all yours, lover.”
If any of their friends noticed that night at dinner that Zivah and Ifran sat very close together, or that there was still a small ink stain on the corner of her mouth, or that they went home together, walking a surprisingly perky upholstered skeletal horse, they said nothing.
Me: I can make posts again! Me: *doesn't do anything for mo..
Me: I can make posts again!
Me: *doesn't do anything for months*
Me:....
Me: FuCk
#whyamilikethis
Going to repeat "perfect is the enemy of finished" until I b..
Going to repeat "perfect is the enemy of finished" until I believe it. Felt a Little Ridiculous But Did it Anyway: the story of my life. I dance to The Age of Love and take some clothes off. Topless.
2024-01-23 21:22:00 +0000 UTC View PostI believe I have solved the money issue, which means I will ..
I believe I have solved the money issue, which means I will begin posting again :)
2023-12-21 19:25:20 +0000 UTC View PostBeen very frustrated with the payment system on this site, I..
Been very frustrated with the payment system on this site, I can only access it through a special credit card which I have been fighting for two months to get them to replace, It's really not working out for me, I haven't been able to access any of my money since September.
2023-11-02 14:45:18 +0000 UTC View PostPerfect is the Enemy of Finished - it's nowhere near perfect..
Perfect is the Enemy of Finished - it's nowhere near perfect but it's what I've got. Full nude! I know you're all here for the tits (respectfully), I am here to deliver.
If you're an artist, you're welcome to use any of my images for reference poses, but I'd appreciate a credit.
To: Me From: Me Get off your ass and take pictures of it. Lo..
To: Me
From: Me
Get off your ass and take pictures of it.
Love, me.
I've been in significantly more pain recently which obviousl..
I've been in significantly more pain recently which obviously doesn't lead to me feeling sexy and wanting to take photos, but apparently my "coping skill is to just shut down for months and I hate it.
2023-05-30 16:18:00 +0000 UTC View PostA video of me dancing a little! The song is here:
A video of me dancing a little! The song is here:
A couple teaser pictures for the *gasp* VIDEO I made for you..
A couple teaser pictures for the *gasp* VIDEO I made for you! Check the next post!
2023-03-09 23:12:19 +0000 UTC View PostApparently I had a set from summer I completely forgot about..
Apparently I had a set from summer I completely forgot about, so here you are. Full nudity and a little bondage outdoors.
2023-02-05 21:52:23 +0000 UTC View PostI appreciate everyone who's stuck with me. I struggle with a..
I appreciate everyone who's stuck with me. I struggle with a lot of things - physical pain, executive dysfunction, and a fear of success. Which I guess is also a fear of failure, but on a bigger scale.
I'm going to try getting back into this and leaving those fears behind.
How do you make yourself feel sexy, especially when you're n..
How do you make yourself feel sexy, especially when you're not feeling it?
2022-12-13 01:48:56 +0000 UTC View PostA little sunshine at the lake, full nude.
A little sunshine at the lake, full nude.
2022-09-17 14:22:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe Warlock and the Werewolf Verunaa's patron never arrived..
The Warlock and the Werewolf
Verunaa's patron never arrived on time, and this incident was no exception. She supposed when you were an ancient fey who lived in an adjacent dimension where time worked differently you could be forgiven. She'd settled in the corner seat of the patio they always met on, in the shade of the old oak, and studied the book of fairy tales her patron had given her. Some of the rhymes held coded messages with spells or other arcane knowledge, others were just rhymes. She was going over her notes again when the air shimmered, the scent of dew and rotting wood and moss and the light of the moon on the leaves appeared before her. The experience of being with her patron was like no other. It felt somewhat like a dream, but there was too much of the real world around her for it to be.
Before she could speak, a long-fingered hand gave her a letter. "Here it is, the meeting. It is time. Your fantasy will be fulfilled."
Verunaa blushed, clearing her throat as she tucked the letter into her pouch. "Yes, erm, thank you, but you still haven't told me, why is it so important this works?"
"It will enlighten you." They stated, and vanished in a puff of dry leaves.
Was that a wink? A smile? She could never tell.
She was a little chilly in only her shift and slippers, but if this worked she'd be warm soon enough. She stood by the lake looking up at the moon when she heard the howl. The shiver went up Verunaa's spine and she instinctively tensed when the brush behind her cracked.
"Who's there?" So far everything was going as they'd written in their letters. She backed toward the path, hearing the footsteps coming toward her. "Don't come any closer!" Despite knowing the script, actually living it was exciting and a little scary.
Verunaa's soft slippers hardly made a sound as she dashed up the path, but the werewolf had no trouble tracking her. She knew the sounds he was making were only for her benefit, to build up the excitement of the chase. She turned off at the path with the mushroom-shaped rock, he'd given good directions in his letters, and "tripped" over the branch across the path. As she sat up and brushed her hair from her face, she finally saw the person she'd been writing to for weeks. It was difficult to tell how tall he was, but his shoulders were wide and he took up a lot of space on the path. She knew he'd be bigger than her, but this was a surprise. The even bigger surprise was how turned on she immediately became when he stepped into the moonlight. He was the first real werewolf she'd ever seen, but she thought she'd never seen anymore more attractive. She felt the wetness between her thighs as she pretended to crawl away from him, it made her wriggle her hips as she moved and he grinned with sharp teeth.
"A delicious little morsel for me tonight..." he growled, and his deep voice made her even wetter. His eyes shone bright yellow against the dark fur and the ragged clothes that hung off him. He reached out with a clawed hand and caught her shift beside her waist, running his hand down her side and slicing a line through the thin fabric. She stared at him, unable to move from a mixture of excitement and fascination. He smiled, and briefly she caught his amusement. "Run." he encouraged her with a roar, and she jumped up and ran down the path again, this time one leg exposed through the tear in her shift. He caught her again at the crossroads and tore open her top, pausing a moment to enjoy her bare breasts before letting her go again. She arrived at the top of the hill where the cabin should be, and there it was, and "fell" again on to the porch. She looked around in the silent night, nothing but crickets and night birds calling, catching her breath.
Aynur had never expected to encounter a woman like Verunna, but he'd never expected to know the Patron either, and being a werewolf he'd learned to just run with it, no matter how unusual. The Patron had somehow gotten him to expose a sexual fantasy of conquest, and matched him up with someone who had the same dream. Now that it was happening, that he was creeping up silently behind this gorgeous woman he'd only imagined and written to, knowing he'd soon be inside her, he half expected to be awoken. She jumped when he wrapped his arms around her, screaming in surprise as he tore the rest of her shift away. He picked her up easily and placed her in the restraints he'd set up on the porch. As he tightened the straps, his fur tickled her face when he leaned in to whisper "Is that okay? not too tight?"
His concern and gentle aside made Verunaa want him even more. "A little looser on the left foot but otherwise fine." she whispered back. Anyur made the adjustment and stood back to look her over as he slowly removed his ragged clothing. She shivered with anticipation and was rewarded with the sight of his fat cock springing out of his pants. He was fully erect, and it pleased her to know he was as turned on as she was.
"Now that I've hunted you, it's time to feast." he licked his lips and she felt again that combination of primal fear and sexual excitement she'd been seeking. The idea that she was giving herself to someone perceived as dangerous, that she had let this werewolf stalk and strip her, it opened something inside her that thrilled her like nothing had in ages. When his rough, strong tongue started making its way over her breasts she thought of nothing else but this sensation. Nothing else was happening in the universe except this moment, and his tongue on her skin, his hot breath against her shivering body, the sights of his yellow eyes and vicious teeth peering up at her. When his tongue slid between her legs and began to explore she came immediately, pulling tightly on the restraints. He let it happen, gently lapping at her until she slowed, then dove in with enthusiasm, holding her hips and tilting her vulva toward him so he could get in deeper. Verunaa lost count of how many times she came, she couldn't make words, there was nothing here but giving in to this bliss. He growled with pleasure, drinking her up, holding her open to get his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Finally he could take no more. He stood up and stared at her a moment, helplessly hanging from her restraints, pussy dripping with cum. She barely had time to look up before he was inside her. She cried out as he gripped her hips and began to rock in and out of her. She had never been fucked like this in her life. Verunaa watched him as he fucked her, taking in the whole experience with all her senses - the scent of him, the cold night air, the sensation of the leather straps around her, the depth of his cock inside her. She could see Anyur doing the same, the whole world dropped away and there were only the two of them making love under the moon.
When Anyur came, he howled loudly, and something about that made Verunaa orgasm as well, letting loose with a loud cry of delight. She shuddered as he slowly pulled out of her and rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel his own knees buckling as he undid her restraints. He helped her to the couch nearby and wrapped them both in a blanket as he held her close. Slowly his wolf form faded, the maw full of sharp blades reverting to blunt, the fur fading to skin. He was still a large man, and had the same strong cheekbones as his wolf shape. They sat there silently together under the moon for a long time before they began to talk, and soon the conversation flowed like they were old friends. Verunaa found something opening inside of her as she rested in Anyur's arms, and wondered if that was what the Patron meant by enlightenment.
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Hi everyone, thank you for your patience, I will be working ..
Hi everyone, thank you for your patience, I will be working on some new content soon.
2022-07-20 17:27:14 +0000 UTC View PostRecord Player - full nude, slightly retro style, lots of boo..
Record Player - full nude, slightly retro style, lots of booty. No, I don't have vintage headphones, though they look fantastic they're heavy as hell. Also Ainsel the cat couldn't stay away so here's in a pic.
2022-04-17 18:44:24 +0000 UTC View PostApologies for the lack of posts, between the usual seasonal ..
Apologies for the lack of posts, between the usual seasonal depression and coping with the sudden accidental death of my brother, I haven't been much motivated. I\ll get back into it soon.
2022-03-17 19:16:31 +0000 UTC View PostTravelling part 2 ... She held herself up with her hands on ..
Travelling part 2
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She held herself up with her hands on the log, looking at his stomach muscles as he moved. The sheer strength of him made her wet, the way he moved her as he wanted, the way she could make out the definition under his rough grey skin, the way her own dark smooth legs looked against him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had this many orgasms, it felt like something was letting go inside of her. Suddenly, he lifted her from the ground and stood, tucking her under an arm he took a few steps away from the fire in to the moonlight. He put her down on her feet and taking her hair in his hands her bent her over a large rock to enter her again, letting out a long, low moan. Isaija gasped for air at the feeling, her body shivering and tensing, and he grabbed her hips, fucking her hard and fast. She could barely make a sound, she gripped the rock with her fingers so tightly she swore she could feel it breaking under her, her feet barely touching the ground and her whole body on fire with the sensation. Bear seemed lost, making a sound between a moan and a howl, probably terrifying every creature nearby. He slammed his huge cock in to her over and over until finally he let loose deep inside her, feeling the cum spreading out around him, holding her off the ground. Isaija finally made a sound, a high pitched cry of pleasure, his cock seeming to touch her in a place she'd never felt. She could swear she saw stars when she came, feeling his cum dripping down her leg already before he pulled out, then the warm, sticky feeling as her knees gave out and she was scooped up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed it, moaning softly.
Bear carried her on shaking legs to the small stream and sat them both in it, letting the cool water wash over them, still holding her in his arms, stroking her hair as she ran her fingers over his chest. They laid together there for a while until Bear noticed her shivering, and he carried her again back to the embers of the fire. He wrapped her in a blanket and got the fire going again, and when he returned he saw she'd made up a bed for the two fo them to share. She lay in it, facing the fire, half-asleep, and he lay beside her, wrapping them both in a blanket, looking at her.
"I was right. You are beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her softly, careful not to scratch her with his tusks, and wrapped her protectively in his arms, holding her close as they both drifted off to sleep.
Travelling Another fantasy erotica story. Please leave a tip..
Travelling
Another fantasy erotica story. Please leave a tip if you enjoy!
She saw the orc first at the crossroads.
Her usual reaction of course would be one of fear, but there was something disarming about the way he stood, and the face he was making as he tried to make out the map, which looked tiny in his huge grey fingers, was almost comical. She turned the laugh which threatened to escape her in to a cough and stepped on to the path in to the light. The orc looked up sharply and Isaija found herself frozen, looking directly in to his eyes which were like a deep black night sky. After a moment he seemed to realize they were staring at each other.
"Uh, 'scuse me, but...could you..." He gestured to the map in his hands. "It's kind of hard to read."
His voice sent shivers down Isaija's spine - it was so deep, and yet so soft, she suspected he was trying not to scare her, but this was a bit of an odd reaction to have to coming across an orc.. She cleared her throat, pushed a dark curl from her eyes, and walked forward, her skirt swishing around her ankles as she tried not to run up to him. She held a hand up for the map and he gave it to her, his fingers brushing hers briefly. His skin felt rough and thick like leather and she found several thoughts perking up unbidden in the back of her mind. What was wrong with her? While of course it wasn't likely a dangerous, violent orc would be standing on a main road wearing a travelling backpack and asking strangers for help, most people would have just hurried away, but here she was trying to get closer to him.
"What is you are looking for?" She tore her eyes from his fingers and looked at the map. He gave her a name of a town.
"Oh, that is only a few hours from my home town. I am going that way. I walk with you, show you?" She gestured on the map where he was to go. "See? There is where I am going, and here is where you are looking, just past the forest." Isaija tried not to shiver as she felt him lean down to look at the map over her shoulder.
"I'm not too far then. But uh....you sure? You want to walk with me?" He looked rather stunned at the little human's request, certainly not one he'd ever heard.
"I not have anyone to walk with, and if you want to kill me, you do that already, non? You walking, I walking, maybe the wolves not come for me with you around, hein?" She gave her a little smirk. the one that always made the clients at the brothel ready to do whatever she asked. He only softened a little, still looking at her confused, but she was satisfied. She adjusted her pack and gestured down the road. The orc shrugged and followed.
"My name Isaija." She offered after a few minutes of walking.
"Bear." the orc said softly. "Well it translates to Bear, in common. Too hard for humans to say properly in orcish."
"Why you out here on the road? Not travel wit' other orc?" Isaija wanted him to keep talking just to hear that deep voice that make her knees feel weak.
"I have something important I have to do, on my own. It's not easy, and I'm not looking forward to it. But getting it over with will improve things."
"Ah, je m'excuse, I not ask more of it. I come back from being on tour for a few month. I play harp in many tavern and fancy party."
It turned out he did have an interest in music and they managed a conversation for the next few hours on the road. Not only was she enjoying simply listening to the deep bass sound of his voice, but they exchanged some techniques and folk songs. By the time the sun was setting, they were feeling rather friendly. Bear looked around, frowning a little as he scanned the horizon.
"Doesn't look like there's any towns to stay in nearby, Do you want to keep going?"
Isaija was standing close to him, squinting in to the darkness. "No, my feet hurt. I want rest and fire and dinner." And several other things, her inner self reminded her.
"Well, I see a spot over there that looks good." Bear walked off the road and Isaija followed, taking his offered hand when she had to hop over a hole in the ground. She held on to it a little too long, enjoying the rough texture and warmth of them. He walked her to a small copse of trees close to a little creek, a comfortably clearing people had camped in before. It took them no time to set up. but once Isaija sat and began unpacking, Bear stood aside awkwardly.
"Hey, you can stay you know. I not afraid of you. I like you." She commented offhandedly, preparing a meal. Bear seemed stunned, and then, after a moment, laughed and sat with her at the fire.
"I have never met a human like you." He laughed and helped her with the pans.
They enjoyed dinner and afterward as she started putting her pots away she saw him removing his armour. She saw the wince as he peeled the leather away from his ribs and immediately was at his side with her medical kit. Bear tried to wave her off but she was in healer mode and shoved his arms out of the way to take care of the cut. She cleaned and checked it, muttering to herself in that peculiar language of hers. She sang softly, and Bear was surprised to see a soft light emanate from her hands, the warmth spreading through the cut and inside, he could feel his ribs knitting themselves back together.
"You...can do magic?" He tried to move away from her instinctively, but she held on until she was satisfied.
"A little, yes, I mostly use to heal and to make my songs nicer." Isaija cleaned away where the wound had been, her hands lingering on his skin "Feel better?"
"I...yes...but...why? Why are you being so kind when you could be afraid?" Bear seemed genuinely puzzled, and the look on his face was so cute Isaija laughed.
"Because I like people that are different. I grow up in small town, everyone the same. I am bored. I like someone new, someone not like me."
It was Bear's turn to laugh "I thought I was the only one. My tribe, growing up, they laughed at me because I said I thought a human was beautiful. But I do think so. That you're beautiful, I mean." He looked down at her and she met his gaze.
"I think you are beautiful." She ran her hand around his waist under his shirt, her other hand on his chest.
"Are you....sure? You wan...oh!" He cried out when her hand slid from his chest to below the waistband of his pants, but grinned at her, suddenly aware of how many large, sharp teeth he had. She didn't seem to be bothered, kissing down his neck as her fingers undid his pants and he laid back on the trunk of the tree behind him to let her play. He helped her free his huge cock from the pants and she moaned softly, both of her hands wrapping around it to play with it. Isaija kept kissing down his chest, her hands moving over him until finally, slowly, her mouth met up with her hands. She ran her tongue slowly along the whole large shaft and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure. It barely fit in her mouth but she did her best, sliding her tongue over the head and both hands squeezing it firmly. She moaned when she felt his hand in her hair, knocking the pins out of it and tangling his fingers in it, moving her head up and down, helping find a good rhythm. It wasn't easy, the head of his cock barely fit in her mouth, so she had to use her hands to tease the rest of the shaft, but she was enjoying the challenge and the feel of his leathery skin under her tongue. She pulled her shirt open with one hand, fiddling with the corset until it came undone, and released her breasts. She sat up a little and put them on either side of his cock, running the shaft between her large, soft breasts, her hands touching herself. Bear couldn't take it any longer and let out a long low moan as he came, his whole cock going rigid. The cum splattered over Isaija's chest, which seemed to turn him on even more. He sat up and picked her up easily, rolling her over so she was under him. He tugged off her skirt and spread her legs, taking a moment to lean over her and look at her naked in the firelight, her breasts covered in his cum. He slid his hands over her, feeling the curve of her body and the softness of her skin. With one hand he teased her, his thick fingers just barely touching her outer lips, enough to feel the wetness starting to drip from her. She gasped when he slid his finger inside her, and cried out even louder when she felt the tip of his tongue tasting her, the sharp tusks resting on her inner thighs. She squirmed under him but his hold was firm, and his finger moved with agonizing slowness in and out of her pussy and
lapping up the juices that flowed out. Her hips lifted and spread for him, arching herself up over a log on the ground to give him better access. The rough texture of his skin was adding to her pleasure, and his tongue appeared to have a bit of that rough texture too, a whole new sensation for her that turned her on. bear seemed to be enjoying himself, shifting to get himself in different positions to lick her all over, loving the taste of her, covering his lips and chin in her juices, slowly adding another finger as Isaija's muscles loosened. Her head was tilted back over the log, her breath coming in ragged as she orgasmed over and over. He pulled his soaking fingers from her and dove in with his tongue, holding her legs apart as he pushed his long, thick tongue inside her as deeply as he could, fucking her with it. She gripped the hair on his head as she came again, her hips rocking up in to his face. Unable to take it any longer, he sat up and lifted her hips, taking the time to work his massive cock inside her, both of them breathless at the sensation. He was so rough, his skin still cool despite the heat between them. She was so soft and wet and warm, he couldn't get enough of how she felt and he closed his eyes to focus solely on the sensation of fucking her, holding her hips in his hands and controlling the pace. (cont part 2)
Inspired Part 2 (Sorry to break it up, but word limits) ... ..
Inspired Part 2
(Sorry to break it up, but word limits)
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Jahni took her time exploring Kara's chest with her hands and tongue, the ropes now supporting Kara's weight as she relaxed in to the sensations. One of Jahni's hands moved between Kara's legs, tugging away the skirt and sliding a finger slowly and gently under the lace panties beneath. Kara's moan let her know she was doing something right and she kept at it, moving her finger gently, but finding the increasing passion made it difficult to restrain herself. Soon two fingers were inside Kara, Jahni's tongue enthusiastically enjoying the pierced nipples. A waves of tension and release flowed over Kara, the ropes in the room mirroring her tension, the odd green lights glowing brightly for a moment. Jahni buried her face between Kara's breasts, wrapping her arms around the other's small waist. The sudden movement after a moment brought out a cry of surprise from Jahni, finding herself suddenly on her back and wrapped in the ropes, her arms and legs spread. The ties weren't tight, she could wriggle out of them easily, she knew Kara was being gentle with her now, and it made her smile. Her smile widened when she felt Kara's lips between her legs, letting out a soft groan.
Kara had intended to go more slowly, but the thought this was a dream she could wake up from any moment made her dive in to Jahni's pussy with her tongue, taking in the taste and feel of her with a sense of joy she couldn't remember feeling. Jahni didn't hold back either, her usually soft voice now raw with cries of pleasure. Kara couldn't say how long they stayed like this, Kara's tongue moving expertly across Jahni's body, her piercings making the sensations all that more interesting, Jahni alternating between being helplessly tied in the ropes and running her hands through Kara's hair, untangling the elaborate purple braids, encouraging her to go deeper. There was no time, there was only pleasure, there was only the physical sensations, the scents, the sounds, the play of magical lights they both inadvertently emitted. Jahni came again and again, sparks of pink light exploding from her like fireworks, until one final orgasm arched her back in a perfect pose of ecstasy, the black ropes wrapped all over both of their bodies.
Later, they were coccooned in a hammock of the ropes, Jahni's silk robes covering them. Jahni's head lay on Kara's chest and their arms wrapped around each other in both affection and a kind of fear. Jahni seemed to sense the tension.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Kara felt her jaw unclench. "You mean that?"
Jahni sat up and looked her in the eye. "I think I am going to have to tell you pretty much constantly that I adore and desire you and that you occupy an absurd amount of my thoughts, and that that was the single best sex I have ever had in my entire life ever?"
Kara couldn't help but laugh. "I think you are, too. And thank you. And you'll be patient with me? There's so many things I want to say but I never get the words right."
Jahni kissed her softly, trying to express as much love in the kiss as she could.
"You don't have to show me in words."
The ropes wrapped them up as they drifted off to sleep together, a warm pod, with two lovers within.
Another written erotica for you, still some of my old ones, ..
Another written erotica for you, still some of my old ones, working on getting some new stuff together but that takes time. Part 1
Inspired
The pulsing green light made everything in the garish, surreal; she stood with her back to it, her shadow filling the chamber. "So.", she purred, "You've come willingly to my lair." She plucked a rope like a strand, causing her suspended prisoner to bounce, adding to the dance of shadows. "Why?"
"I just...I can't do this fighting anymore." The soft tone caught Kara's attention. She stepped back, taking in her prisoner's situation. She had the woman completely bound, lifted off the ground and hanging in the tangle of black ropes strung like a complex web around the room. Only Kara knew the path through them, she had sat back and watched Jahni entangle herself coming in the room, and it had amused her, but now the situation seemed different. Kara twisted the whip in her hands, and walked back and forth before Jahni , her spiked heels clacking loudly on the stones. "What kind of trick is this, Jahni ? What game are you playing?"
"It's not a game."
"I haven't heard from you in months, and then you walk in to my lair, the deepest secret part of my tower, and tell me you're no longer my enemy? You expect me to believe that?" Kara used the handle of the whip to lift Jahni 's face, to see the truth in her nemesis' eyes.
"I don't think you'll believe me, not at first, no." Jahni 's voice was soft and seemingly a little sad. "But I was gone for months because I had to get away from this thing between us. Really think. And I did. I realized something very important." Jahni wouldn't look at her.
"And what is that?" Kara leaned down, a soft smile on her dark lips, curious how the woman planned to mess with her this time.
"I-...." Jahni had difficulty with the words, mumbling at first, then closing her eyes she sighed. "I'm in love with you. And I think you love me too."
Kara stumbled backward, nearly tripping over one of the ropes behind her. She grabbed one to hold herself upright with, and paused to compose herself.
"That's a cruel tactic, Jahni, you who claim to love the light and care for people, to say such things to me..." Kara couldn't keep the pain out of her voice.
"It's not a tactic. You have a truth spell, you've used it on me before, I won't resist, try it again."
Kara tossed the whip to the floor with a clatter and wove the spell before her, muttering the incantation, her black eyes glowing purple with magical light. She watched the tendrils of magic spin around Jahni 's head, ensuring the spell had taken.
"Speak your truth, then." Kara crossed her arms defiantly.
Jahni sighed, her muscles tightening as she instinctively tried to resist the spell's compulsion, but found she could not and the words came spilling out.
"I know things started out badly, we were so petty, all that silly bickering in the academy, and then when we tried to work at that potions shop we just were on each other's toes all the time, except for the good days. And that's what got me, the good days." She adjusted a little in the bonds, looking up finally, meeting Kara's eyes with her own. "I kept thinking about them. Even in my tower, so long after, both of us trying to outdo the other, competing for the same spell components, the same rare recipes, weren't we just making excuses to be together? Didn't we really just need to be with each other, and both of us were just too stubborn and stupid and pride-filled to admit it? All the mean things I've ever said about you...I realized it's all things I admire about you. I can't believe I've been so awful to you, like you said...I've always tried to be good but when it came to you, I was cruel."
Kara's eyes were wet, but she barely noticed with the pounding of her heart. Was it real? Was she actually hearing the words she'd been dreaming of hearing for so long? She pulled herself upright, the corset suddenly feeling entirely too tight. She tugged at the ribbons to loosen it with one hand, the other clinging to on one of the silky black ropes. Her hands shook and she couldn't seem to get the knot undone. "Damn you, Jahni." She hissed, hearing the intake of breath from the other woman. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
The comment silenced them both. Kara stood finally, trying to pull herself to her full height, draw on her elven elegance, but she shook as she approached, the ropes, attuned to their mistress' emotions, slackened, and Jahni was on her feet before Kara. They just watched each other for some time, not sure what to say or do.
"It's...I...I knew I loved you. I wanted you to see it. I didn't know how. I kept fucking it up and you'd take it wrong, and things just kept going in this awful spiral. It's how things have been my whole life. No one ever loved me. No one's even liked me. They're only here because I make them. How can you say you love me under a truth spell?" Kara's voice was broken and quiet, barely audible.
"Gods, Kara. No. Fuck. I'm so sorry, I didn't understand, it's like we were speaking different languages and now we're on the same one. Please, look at me." Jahni took the silk-gloved hands in hers and kissed them. "You are incredible. Your brilliance, your skill with magic, I mean holy hells, look at this place." She gestured to the vaulted ceiling, the eerie green lighting, the tangled web. "It took me hours to break in here. You have traps I've never seen, genius, that one with the spider and the lightning, by the way, and I'll be honest I've always been jealous of how gorgeous you are. You're just...flawless. You're everything I've always wanted to be, and instead of loving that, I lashed out and it was wrong. Can you forgive me?" Jahni's voice cracked. "Is there any possible way you could love me?"
Kara's black eyes finally met Jahni's, and they both really, finally looked at each other. Kara pulled Jahni close, slowly and carefully, giving the other woman a chance to get away if she wanted to, but Jahni leaned in gratefully and wrapped her arms around Kara's waist. Slowly, they managed, awkwardly and with a few giggles, to kiss. When their lips finally met, both pulled each other close, their hands cautiously exploring each other. Kara's black robes swam happily around them, weaving in to beautiful patterns. The tips of Jahni's fingers produced small pink sparks, a warm glow seemed to come from inside the glittering robes she wore. They kissed for what felt like hours; years of wanting finally realized. Eventually, Kara pulled back, taking a breath, burying her face in Jahni's neck.
"I want to forget everything that happened before, silence all the voices in my head, and just be with you. Can we do that?" Her voice was so small and nervous Jahni barely heard it, though it was in her ear.
"I don't know how this is going to work, but I don't care, Kara. I want to be yours. We will find a way"
Kara kissed her neck, her hands sliding down Jahni's back. "You want to be mine?" A soft chuckle escaped her. "Oh my darling, you mean that? You know...how I am."
"I-I do. And I want it, even though I've never done it before, I want to. I couldn't trust anyone else. I don't want anyone else. I want to give myself to you, and to know what it feels like to be yours." Jahni wasn't sure if the truth spell was still working or if she'd finally just given up her inhibitions, but she'd thought long about it in her time abroad. "I've always been the hero, the leader, the one in charge, but with you, that's not what I want."
Kara stared her down, but Jahni didn't crack, she was open in her sincerity, apparently laying her heart bare before her. Kara had a fleeting moment, knowing she could use this, right now, to crush Jahni forever. To have no one challenge her power and to have the rule of the land alone. But the soft, scared breaths of the golden-haired elf in her arms softened her heart, and that little bit of hope, that thought that one day someone really could actually love her, that thought pushed through and came out on top of all the thoughts of power and death. Jahni carefully laid her hand on Kara's chest over her heart.
"I know there's love in there somewhere, no matter how cold you pretend to be. I've seen it."
Kara felt her knees go weak and she pulled Jahni up again and kissed her passionately, surprising them both with her energy. The ropes in the room started to move again, slowly, sensually, gently sliding over both women, pulling them up in the air in the middle of the room, a magical light washing them both in cool greens. The robes tugged at Jahni's clothing, gently and slowly removing it. As the fabric slid away, Kara followed the bared skin with her lips, taking in the sweet taste on her tongue. Jahni's sighs of ecstasy were like a soft and beautiful song, filling the air with pink light. The robes slid away in layers of luxurious silks, slowly revealing Jahni's body. The ropes took the silks aside and formed a sort of hammock to let her recline, the tension slowly leaving her body. Eventually, Jahni lay naked in the ropes, and Kara sat up to look at her.
"I'm sure I'm dreaming, this isn't real, but I don't care, if I'm dreaming I'll sleep forever." Kara's usually harsh voice sounded odd spoken with such tenderness. Jahni felt her heart melt, her compassion and shame well up inside her at the same time, how could she not have seen how lonely Kara really was? Jahni's fingers wiggled, and with a muttered spell the ribbons on Kara's corset unbound themselves, her large, heavy breasts spilling out. Jahni found herself moving forward, her lips on Kara's breasts, exploring the pierced nipples with her tongue, tracing the patterns tattooed across her chest with kisses, feather-light touches that sent shivers up Kara's spine.
Homecoming *The next of my fantasy-erotic fiction stories. ..
Homecoming
*The next of my fantasy-erotic fiction stories. Please leave a tip at the bottom if you enjoyed!
Neerland was so lost in thought he jumped when Satty tapped his arm.
"This is the best cut, Cypress will like it. It'll make your pie just perfect."
Neerland laughed, "Am I so predictable? Should I try something else?"
Satty shook her head. "Cypress told me he dreams of your pie on the way home. He says it's how he knows he's really home."
The huge man smiled happily, picking up the perfect ingredients and piling them in to his baskets. Satty helped him, chatting casually. Neerland couldn't stop looking up at the spires of the mountains behind them.
"What was he off doing?"
"A family of nobles went exploring on Mount Ryein and didn't return, Cypress and the rangers went to make sure they get back."
"Mount Ryein? That's not a good idea for inexperienced mountaineers."
"Why they sent the rangers I suppose. But thank you, Satty, and maybe someday I'll share the recipe."
They both laughed and the half-orc walked out of the market and down the path. He waved and greeted a few more townsfolk as he made his way out to the log cabin he had built. The bees buzzed in the flowers as he walked up the path and in the door.
Neerland had set the pie out to cool when he heard the unexpected sound of hooves. He stepped out front, the dogs barking at the strange creature, and saw a gorgeous chestnut horse ridden by an even more gorgeous elven man, his golden hair flowing in the breeze. Neerland found himself stunned, no matter how many times Cypress would come home he took Neerland's breath away.
The elf stepped down from the horse, patting its flank, and bending down to greet the dogs, who jumped up on him and licked his face. Cypress hugged them. "I've missed you guys too! Oh you're so cute, you want a belly rub?" He looked up as Neerland approached and gasped as he was scooped up in his husband's strong arms. "My love!" he managed to get out before Neerland was kissing him and nearly squeezing the breath from him. Eventually, Cypress was able to catch his breath. "I missed you too, my darling. And I brought you a gift. Besides the horse, of course, she's lovely, a gift from Lady Gillington. Absolutely insisted. Here."
He pulled a wooden box from the saddlebags and handed it carefully to Neerland, then continued unpacking. "Go on, open it!"
Neerland carefully unclasped the box and gasped, inside it was filled with rare and expensive spices and preserves, many from the distant northern lands of his youth. He gasped, staring at the treasure before him.
"I knew that was the perfect one." Cypress was at his side, leaning in his arm. "Do I smell your venison pie, love?"
"Of course!" Neerland kissed him on top of his head.
Cypress sighed happily.
Neerland was whistling happily to himself, drying and putting up the dishes. He began to light the lamps in the house as the sun slowly fell behind the mountains.
"Neer, darling, could you come here please?"
He opened the door to see Cypress lounging in the bath quite comfortably and very alluringly posed.
"It seems I dropped the sponge." The elf gave him a wry grin, but Neerland didn't need any more incentive, his clothes were already coming off and he climbed carefully into the large tub. Sponge in hand, Neerland began to slide the soapy sponge across Cypress' skin, following the rinse with a series of soft kisses. He could feel his husband's muscles slowly relaxing - no matter how happy Cypress said he was to be home it always seemed to take time to release his tension. Neerland was happy to help. His hands slid under Cypress, lifting his hips a little out of the water, and carefully wrapped his tongue around his husband's cock, taking in the sweet taste. He heard Cypress gasp, and smiled to himself, moving his tongue with agonizing slowness, teasing him with his tongue. He felt slender fingers in his hair, urging him deeper but he took his time sliding his tongue and lips all over the delightfully hard cock. When he finally slid Cypress' cock deep in to his mouth, he felt Cypress' whole body shudder, his muscles hardening under the skin. Neer felt the telltale pressure of Cypress' fingers on his neck and prepared as the orgasm shuddered through the elf's gorgeous body. He reveled in the sensation, both familiar and exciting, his hands caressing Cypress gently and eventually slowly letting him back in to the water. They laid there in the tub a while, kissing, Neerland floating under him and resting Cypress' smaller body on his chest. Cypress' hands wandered and Neer laid back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the dextrous fingers touching his skin. Cypress loved his husband's soft, deceptively strong body, he loved being wrapped up like this in his arms, where nothing and no one could bother them. His fingers found the thick member and stroked it gently, listening to the low guttural noises Neer made deep in his chest. Soon the fat cock was peeking out from the bathwater and Cypress had to use both hands to wrap around. He began to move quickly, his fingers knowing where to squeeze, where to press and where to touch to make Neer squirm under him, shiver and moan and how to tease a loud and very welcome orgasm from the orc.
Neer awoke shivering in the tub and smiled seeing Cypress fast asleep on his chest. He picked them both up, wrapping them in towels and carrying them to the bed. He dried Cypress off, and laughed when he sleepily reached out for Neerland. He stoked the fire and crawled in to bed, pulling his husband close, listening to his breathing. After a few moments, the dogs and a fluffy orange cat hopped up on the bed, cuddling up to their favourite people.
Neer drifted off, feeling perfectly happy. Everything was right now, they were a family. They were Home.
~I'll begin by posting some of my past erotica, and will add..
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A Break in the Hedge
Octavius Muldare made his way through the elegant gardens and splendid houses, barely noticing their grandeur as he walked. His mind was so occupied, he nearly tripped over his own feet several times and had to shake his mass of hair around a few times to clear his head. He found the manor he'd attended the party at again, finally, it looked different in the light (and sobriety). He walked past the manor and tried to nonchalantly slip in to an alley. After a quick glance to ensure he wasn't seen, he found the note, read the instructions again, then pulled out his wand and muttered a few words, turning himself invisible. He walked practically on tiptoe back toward the manor, though he needn't have, the neighbourhood was having a quiet afternoon in the bright sunshine. He climbed over the wall where some shipping boxes had been left aside and carefully dropped down. He walked around the side of the manor, and as he was taking his time, he took a moment to admire the dark brick and elaborate gingerbread accents - oh, and those large windows must be the ballroom where the party was held.
Stepping across the velvet lawn, he found the backyard and gaped in awe at the scene before him. A sparkling blue pool sat in the centre of an elaborate hedge maze made of various flowering shrubs. It was a stunning vista of colour, a perfect balance of nature and cultivation. He shook his head, he hadn't left the house when he'd attended the party, and while he knew the Lady was wealthy, he didn't know she had such taste. He descended the stairs into the maze and began following the instructions the Lady had left him. He began to worry again, his mind wandering, the usual fear that his partners in this little game would give him up - he practically prayed they wouldn't break the illusion. The Lady had hold him she'd invite a few people he'd met, but who and how many would be a surprise. He'd been a little surprised she was so open to his proposition, but he had suspected she was a bit of an exhibitionist anyway. After a couple of turnarounds, he finally found himself in the place she'd directed him to - a dead end in the final ring around the pool. It took him a little careful rustling in the bushes, but he found the gap and peered through.
The pool was glittering in the sun, the water a cool and inviting blue against the polished tiles. He had a great view of the pergola where several lounging chaises were draped with towels, and a table sat with drinks and food under a gently wavering net hanging from the shade structure above. Octavius heard a splash and glanced back to see the Lady doing laps in the pool. Her long limbs, dark from the sun, moved powerfully through the water, belying the strength of her slim body. He felt himself growing excited already just watching her move, but his pants became tighter when she pulled herself up out of the pool. Over her gorgeous body was a barely-there crocheted swimsuit in bright colours, striking against her skin. She was toweling her long purple braids when she noticed the halfling woman holding a tray of empty glasses.
"Oh thank you, darling, you're a peach, I could go for a fresh drink. You?" her voice was like silk and there was something sensuous in her tone.
The halfling woman, unable to take her eyes from the Lady, stammered a please, and carefully set down the tray with slightly shaking fingers.
"What's wrong, darling?" the Lady slid a finger along the woman's cheek.
"No-nothing's wr-wrong...." she managed, taking a breath "You're just so beautiful...." she clapped her hands over her mouth, apparently surprised she'd said it.
The Lady laughed, a beautiful and musical sound, one that made Octavius' pants even more uncomfortable.
"You think so? Then I suppose I should tell you I find you beautiful too." the Lady sat on the lounger, pulling the halfling next to her and wrapping an arm around her. "My dear Dalida, those eyes of perfect sky blue make me wish I could fly." She leaned down and kissed Dalida, who took a moment to get over the shock before she began to passionately return the kiss.
"You've wanted me for a while, haven't you?" the Lady whispered, laying back on the lounge. Dalida nodded, straddling her waist "I am yours to love as you will, darling." the Lady gave her a mischevious smile, her long nails running up Dalida's back and unbuttoning her dress.
Dalida dove in to the Lady's cleavage, pulling aside the threads of her swimsuit to fill her mouth with the dark nipples, to feel the Lady's smooth skin against her tongue. As Dalida's passion built, and her clothes found their way to the stones, Octavius opened his pants and began to touch himself, thoroughly aroused by the two gorgeous women. He nearly gasped aloud, stuffing a fist in his mouth to hide the sound, when he saw Dalida push the Lady's legs apart and pull aside the thin strip that ran between her legs. Dalida began quickly, then seemed to stop herself, starting again to kiss and lick the Lady's pussy gently and teasingly, taking her time to enjoy the experience she'd clearly been looking forward to. The Lady moaned, her hands sliding over her own breasts and down to Dalida's shoulders. Slowly, with her small tongue, Dalida licked every inch of the Lady, tasting every tiny part of her, until she could restrain herself no more and began moving in earnest. The Lady's cries went from soft moans to loud and passionate cries of ecstasy, her fingers tangled in Dalida's hair. Dalida slid her tongue in and out of the lady, lapping up the juices that flowed from her as she came again and again.
"My Lady? Is everything -oh!"
The strange voice shocked Octavius, who'd just had a lovely orgasm, and he glanced around to ensure he was still hidden. His invisibility had worn off, but he shouldn't be seen here. Still, there could always be someone not in on the game...and this looked to be a guard at first glance, though as he stepped forward it became clear this outfit wasn't quite made for him, and seemed to be missing pieces to show off his body.
The Lady gasped again, but waved the man over "Come here, I need your help."
He walked over awkwardly, Dalida not noticing him until he was close. She looked up and blushed quite red at the sight of the man, who did the same seeing her.
"My dear Vaughn, I am enjoying the attention of my darling Dalida here, but she needs fucking. I think you're the man for the job." She reached over and began to untie his clothing, it fell to the floor revealing his powerful muscles. Dalida and Octavius both found themselves more aroused as each piece fell away.
"You...you're sure?" Vaughn looked between them. Dalida blushed again, looking really quite cute, and nodded "Yes, please." she responded in a husky voice, lifting her hips.
Vaughn moved behind her as she returned to going down on the Lady, his cock growing hard quickly as the sight of the women before him, and Octavius found himself fantasizing he was in Vaughn's position, imagining his own hard cock sliding easily inside Dalida's wet pussy, that she was calling out his name, but at the same time he reveled in his peep show, loved knowing that while they knew he would be watching, they didn't know from where, or for how long.
He watched the three as they found a rhythm, Dalida's tongue and fingers moving inside the Lady, Vaughn fucking Dalida with increasing passion from behind. Octavious found himself somehow in tune with this rhythm, that they were all experiencing this together, and it was only his practice at orgasming without sound that kept him from revealing his hiding place. The other three held no such restraint and all of them came loudly and nearly simultaneously, the sight of it sending shivers down Octavius' spine. He watched as they fell in a heap on top of each other on the large lounger and smiled, waving his wand to clean up the mess he'd left. He watched them cuddle and talk for a few moments before casting invisibility again and sneaking back out. He would remember this little event for a very long time.
Apologies for the lack of updates, I've had some family trag..
Apologies for the lack of updates, I've had some family tragedy and it'sjust been a hard time.
I will be working on a new set soon but in the meantime I have some written erotica I was thinking of sharing, please let me know if you'd be interested: