The Huntress Returns
My cock was rock hard, her ass gripping it tightly as I fucked in and out of her. “Ohhhhhh, God!, I’m coming” she screamed. She dug her vibe harder against her clit, moaning. Her tight hole clenched around my cock rhythmically as her orgasm took her. She backed needfully against me until her body calmed and then looked back at me. The look on her face said everything. “Why haven’t you come yet?”, was the question writ large on her face.
It had been three months since my encounter with the woman in the woods. In that time I had become something of a legend with the ladies in my small mountain town. I could fuck for hours without coming. My seed had become like an elusive albino stag. Everyone talked about it, but it hadn’t been seen in a long time. In fact, I hadn’t had an orgasm since the woods and my dreams were plagued with memories of my mistress. I woke up sweating every night, my boxers soaked with precum. I had worked my way through ten lovers, a few of them were even quite skilled, but it was all to no avail. I could get it up just fine. In fact, I was just as easily aroused as anyone would expect given the circumstances. I could fuck and feel all the same sensations as before, but orgasm and release were always just out of reach. It was like being edged repeatedly. In every encounter I would get just to the edge but couldn’t claw past it.
She slid off of my cock, turned around, smiled. She crawled cat-like toward me and rose onto her knees looking up at me pleadingly. “Why won’t you come for me?” she asked. She looked almost hurt. “I bet I know something that will make you come.” Abruptly she took my cock in her mouth, swallowing it to the hilt, gagging slightly as it pushed against her tonsils. I moaned. Just watching her made me want to burst, but I couldn’t. She started pumping my dick, sucking in and out. Then, licking me stem to stern, flicking her tongue over my head. I closed my eyes, desperately willing myself to come.
Out of nowhere I caught a familiar scent. I backed away, she looked up at me, confused. “Sorry, have to go”, I said. “Stay as long as you like but lock up before you leave”. I ran out the door, grabbing my truck keys as I left and snatching up my clothes. I burst out into the winter air. Cold enveloping me as I tugged on my boxers and then my clothes, jacket, and boots over my naked body. I sprinted to the truck. It squealed as it turned over but the engine finally fired up. I slammed it into gear and pressed the gas, lurching down the driveway. I knew that scent; would know it anywhere. My mistress had returned. I drove as fast as the weather would allow, screaming down the highway and turning down the logging road that led toward the place where we had met. I bounced over logs and ruts, losing one of my mirrors against a tree as my tires dug a path through the snow. About half a mile in I buried the truck in a snowbank. I revved and rocked the truck trying to push through but it was too deeply buried. It didn’t matter. I just needed to reach her. I hopped out into the cold night air, wading through snow, at times falling in past my waist. Her scent was stronger now, only three miles to go.
Two hours later I stumbled into the clearing, sweat soaked and panting I knelt near the center, looking desperately around me trying to find her. I could feel my sweat freezing on my body and I knew that if I didn’t head back soon I would become hypothermic. I stood, sniffing the air, her scent pulling me in circles. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed her. She strode, naked from behind a white birch tree, steam rising behind her, green grass sprouting where her feet met the ground. She smiled. “You came my pet. So prompt”. She leaned in against me pressing her breasts into my back. I could feel the heat of her melting through my clothes. She sniffed and pushed me away. “I can smell her on you! Disgusting! This will not do! You will need to be bathed.” “Come with me pet”. I followed her silently, awestruck in her presence. She escorted me to the center of the clearing, meltwater flowing behind us wherever she steped. The ring of mushrooms sprouted from under the snow. “Hold me”, she said. I pulled her close and she latched onto me. The world turned to fog.
Moments later she took my hand and led me down a dirt path, barely visible through the thick fog. “Take those off, you will not need them here.” I obeyed, removing my clothing and tossing it in a pile at the side of the path. We walked on in silence for a time, the fog growing thinner as we walked. I became painfully aware of my engorged member, swaying side to side as we went. She looked back in amusement. “My you are anxious aren’t you. Don’t fear, I have need of your essence. You will get to come”. A whimper escaped my mouth, precum dribbled from my dick.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived at a bright blue pond, surrounded by sun warmed rocks and flowers. Perched amongst the rocks were a dozen naked women. Three of them were splashing in the water. When my mistress arrived they all stopped, turned, and stared. At first they only noticed my mistress, casting their eyes down in deference and respect. After a few moments they noticed me, their eyes locking on my swollen member. The sight of me seemed to induce an unnatural hunger in them and they crept slowly forward. “Go away, all of you”, my mistress said. “Except you Gwen. Come here”. They slunk away with the exception of a tall, dark haired woman who smiled and strode forth through the water. Her hair hung halfway down her back falling on both sides of her shoulders, framing an ample bosom. Her breasts were full, perky. Her nipples small, pink, and hard. She gazed at me as she strode forth, biting her lower lip. Her hand strayed down, middle finger pushing through her nest of dark hair and into the warmth of her slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her full lips and green eyes. She strode up to me, leaned forward, and kissed me deeply. Then she knelt down, licked a drop of precum from my cock, and smiled up at me, waiting for mistress’ instructions. I gasped, my cock bucking wildly at the touch of her tongue. She was searing hot, just like my mistress. Even so, there was as much pleasure in that one tiny lick as I had experienced from all the lovers I had had since her.
She looked sternly down at Gwen. “Wash him, play with him as you like, but you will save his seed for me. Understand? You know the punishment for disobeying me in this”. “Yes Mistress Talia. I understand”, she said. She took me by the hand and led me into the water, pulling me against her when the water rose over her shoulders. “I will await you at the castle.”, my Mistress said. “Do not dally.” She strode away, down the path.
The wondrous creature Gwen turned to me, looked me in the eyes and smiled hungrily. I gasped as she grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against her, pressing my cock against her belly. She kissed me deep and hard, then broke away, grabbed my manhood, and strode toward the shore. When we emerged from the water, she looked back and smiled at me, gesturing for me to sit on one of the rocks by the water. I complied. There was a large wooden bowl perched on a rock at the waters edge. She bent down to pick it up, glancing back at me and smiling when she noticed me staring at her pussy. She stood and walked over, setting the bowl down on the rock next to me. Inside was a white, pearl colored liquid that smelled of honey and lavender. She took a handful and began lathering it all over me. She washed my hair and my face, paused briefly to enjoy my hard chest, and then worked down to my cock. She spread the soap all over my manhood, skillfully working her hands around it, gazing into my eyes as she jerked me off. Her hands slid around my base, soaping my balls, then her finger probed inside my ass. She smiled, then moved down lower, quickly washing my legs. When she was finished, she splashed me playfully, washing the soap from my body. Then she pulled me down onto her, splashing, not so gracefully into the water.
We came up for air and she latched onto me, laughing and smiling. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her slippery sex against me. “Now, we play”, she said. My cock throbbed as her nether lips slid against it and I kissed her hard and deep as I began to thrust against her slit. She sighed, enjoying the feel of my meat pressing against her. She reached down behind her, grabbed my cock, and guided it into the burning embrace of her succulent pussy. She slid down, impaling herself on my dick, burying me all the way inside her. I moaned loudly and would have certainly come if not for whatever force was holding me back. We fucked like that for a while. Gwen crushing her pussy onto my cock and biting my lower lip as we kissed.
Her thrusts became harder as she neared her orgasm, staring deep into my eyes and moaning occasionally. I could feel the block begin to loosen and I thrust harder. Gwen’s face paled slightly with fright and she pulled herself off of me suddenly. “She has you blocked but it is starting to lose its effect”, she said. “We musn’t play much longer, but I do want to taste you again”. She led me out of the water and we laid side by side together on a flat rock at the water’s edge our bodies drying in the sun. My cock stood hard against me the whole time, throbbing and desperate for release. She sat up and layed her head on my stomach, running her fingers gently along the length of my manhood. She took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked gently. Precum burst forth, and I moaned loudly, panting at her touch. She reached down and stood my member up, grabbing it at the base and slowly licked the shaft, wrapping her tongue around the underside and gazing up at me to see my reaction. I moaned and bucked, precum seeping forth. She lapped it up, flicking her tongue against my pee hole, smiling. “You are delicious”, she said. “If only I had found you first I would certainly have added you to my stable.”
She sat up and led me back onto the dirt path. “Mistress Talia will be waiting for you”, she said. “We must go”. She led me down the path further, out of the trees and into a sunlit clearing. The sun on my skin felt marvelous, warm and relaxing, yet my senses were not dulled. Rather, I found my senses to be heightened. The colors of the flowers in the meadow were unnaturally vibrant, their scent pleasingly overwhelming.
In the center of the clearing, a large white wall rose up, crenallations at its crest. Beyond lay the tall sweeping towers of the central keep reaching toward a bright blue, cloudless sky. Gwen led me further, continuing on the path toward the castle. Soft, sun warmed earth pressed against my feet. I felt so unbelievably alive and vibrant. I watched Gwen languidly striding up the trail, her naked hips swaying as she walked. She glanced back, smiling.
As we neared the gates I could see what appeared to be blemishes along the length of the wall, stretched out in x-shaped marks. We drew closer and I gasped, missed a step, and fell back at a slower pace. Bodies were mounted on the crosses. As we neared them I noticed that all were female, drawn out, sunburned, and starved. All were alive, writhing in their bonds as I approached. The hunger in their eyes as they gazed upon me was like a physical force buffeting upon. As we neared the wall I stumbled and fell, gazing up at the woman on the nearest cross. She thrashed in her bonds, rasping incoherently, staring intently, her eyes never leaving my cock. Gwen noticed I had fallen and rushed over, picking me up gently and righting me. She noticed my gaze and the thrashing creature mounted on the wall. “Criminals”, she said. “They have all displeased Mistress Talia in some way so they have been left here as a warning to others. Tied down and deprived of seed, they are in great pain.” I stared, struggling to reconcile the ugliness of their situation with the beauty of this place. Gwen seemed to understand. “Fear not for them, they will eventually be reprieved and given one of the lesser males to feast on until their sanity returns.”
“Lesser males?, I mumbled.” Gwen glanced down. “Don’t worry, should Mistress Talia cast you aside there are plenty other of us that would take you up before you are penned with the lesser men.” She took my cock in her hand, looked me meaningfully in the eye and then turned, leading me by my hard fleshy leash under the portcullis and into the castle courtyard.
Inside were more women, going about their daily tasks. All of them were stunning. All were entirely nude. They giggled and whispered to each other as we passed. Gwen led me further, past the walls of the inner keep and into the castle proper. We crossed under a set of impossibly tall doors, the entrance to the royal residence. A long hallway stretched before me, doors lining it in parallel on each side. Gwen led me down the hall. As we walked I noticed a few doors ajar. In the first room we passed there were at least ten men chained to the wall, naked, hoods covering their faces. They were begging their mistress for her attentions. She seemed impatient, bored. As we passed she selected one and bent over before him, sliding his cock into her. He moaned as we walked past. In the next room a woman lie on the bed surrounded by a dozen of her slaves. She was busying herself with three of them while the rest watched, taking one in her hand, another in her mouth, while the third filled her pussy with his cock. “What are these rooms?” I asked. Gwen glanced over. “We call them stables. It is where we keep our pets. Each of us is allowed to keep as many as we like, however we like, so long as we don’t waste any of their seed. That is forbidden. Would you like to see mine?”. I nodded numbly, not quite sure what to expect. We walked further down the long hall, pausing at the last set of doors before the end. Gwen led me through, still holding my cock.
The doors opened into a large courtyard, white walls marking it’s boundaries. The courtyard had been made into an immense Japanese garden. A large shrine sat at its center, its walls open. Tall, sturdy columns rose to support its curving red roofline. Under the roof was a large bed surrounded by burning sconces. The path to the shrine meandered through a lush garden, over a pond, and past a small tea house. Everything was immaculately maintained. Not a petal or a leaf was out place. Birds flitted through the greenery as we walked.
As we strolled across the bridge a man came out to meet Gwen. He was not unlike myself in appearance. Tall, well muscled, and slender. He had dark hair and blue eyes. His swollen cock jutted out from him as he walked. When he was about four feet away he carefully got down on his knees and bowed low, his head to the ground. Gwen strode forth, pulling me with her, never letting go of my hard cock. When she reached him she nuzzled his cheek with her foot, lifting his chin with her big toe. His mouth quivered and he bent down, took her toe in his mouth, and sucked hard. She smiled, “Simon, this is Talia’s pet.” His eyes widened and flicked toward me. “I don’t need to tell you the honor that has been bestowed upon me in being allowed to entertain him. I trust you have prepared a meal for yourself” He nodded, absently. “Good, bring it to the shrine so that he can eat.” Simon rose, bowed, and hurried off down a small path that lead somewhere behind the tea house.
Gwen led me across the bridge and the rest of the way down the path, past stone lanterns and bonsai trees, beautiful flowers, and well kept conifers. When she got to the shrine she sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her, indicating I should sit.
The bed was wonderfully soft. Gwen looked me over slowly, meaningfully. I could scarcely breath with her in this space. She was magnificent. The way her hair lifted from her shoulder in the breeze, her scent enveloping me, capturing me. She leaned in and hovered for just a moment, breathing in my exhalations, a hairs breadth away from my lips. I sighed and then she kissed me, not softly but needfully.
She lay me down on the bed and crushed herself against me. I could feel the heat rising from her slick sex as she pressed it against my cock. Her skin was aflame, unnaturally hot. Her nipples like burning embers. My cock twitched and throbbed and I could feel the semen pulsing in my aching balls, struggling for release. She stopped, smiled, and looked deep into my eyes. “I could make you come right here you know”, she said. “I can sense it, she has waited too long. Would you like to be one of my pets? Live out the rest of your days feeding me and tending my stable.” I nodded. “Oh, I would love to, but mistress…”. Gwen sighed and climbed off of me, giving me a long, lingering kiss before she stood. “Yes, there is that.”, she said sadly.
Just then, Simon deftly stepped around the corner bearing a tray of succulent roast duck. He had prepared it on a bed of wild rice, and soaked it in some kind of delicious looking sauce. He gestured to a small table set up in the corner of the room. Gwen nodded at me. “You’d better go eat. You will need your strength. Mistress Talia will want to take her time with you when you feed her”. With that, she sauntered off down the path and stopped to perch on a rock near the pond. She lay on it, dangling a toe into the placid water, her skin and hair shining in the golden sunlight.
I turned and ate, suddenly realizing that I was ravenous. The meat was perfectly prepared and easily the best duck I have ever tasted. When she noticed I had finished Gwen returned, giggling, and smiling down at me. “Did you enjoy your meal?” “Yes, very much”. “Good, Simon was a very well regarded chef, before I brought him here. I am happy he still has his touch.” “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”. “Good.”, she said. With that, she grabbed hold of my enraged cock and pulled me back down the path from whence we had come.
We walked back out into the long hall and continued following it until the end, reaching a tall set of doors that led into the Talia’s apartments. Gwen knocked, and the door was opened by a slender woman with red hair. She was painfully thin, with small breasts, pale skin, and high cheek bones. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of turquoise and they seemed to glow as she regarded Gwen. “Mistress is expecting you”, she said. Her gaze turned to me, wandering over my body, alighting on my cock. She licked her lips and turned. “Follow me”, she said, and strode off, skirting the corner of a magnificent throne room. The throne room was an even larger courtyard than Gwen’s, open to the sky, a giant throne of vines crept up from a raised dais in the center. Our guide gave it no notice and mutely strode forth down a side corridor, her ass swaying as she went. I noticed a drop of fluid running down her leg. Gwen, measuring the trajectory of my stare leaned back and whispered. “Anise is very young and so she is easily aroused. Be careful around her, for she has little control over her impulses.” I nodded, still trying to accustom myself to their world.
Finally, we arrived at another set of doors. Anise knocked. Talia called out, “Come in”, her voice throaty with lust and want. Anise opened the door and we strode into Talia’s bedchamber. The room was astounding in size, easily two football fields long and about as wide. It was decorated with all manner of accoutrements, gigantic hand sewn wall hangings depicting heroic battles, suites of armor, mounts of all manner of fantastic beasts. On the wall opposite the door an enormous green dragon’s head dominated the room. It was easily the size of a city bus, and yet it appeared just as natural in scale in this place as an elk mounted on the wall in my world. The floor was carpeted in sumptuous purple cashmere rugs, bathing our feet in their soft splendor. Beneath the dragon, a black St. Andrew’s cross had been erected, straps and chains dangling from it’s beams. A black table sat beside it, covered in a purple cloth inlayed with gold filigree. Upon it an array of paddles, crops, and flagellated whips were neatly set out. On the other side of the cross stood a bed, larger in size than all of the rooms in my own house. The bedposts were made from dark varnished walnut trees and they reached toward the rafters of the cavernous room. They were quite exquisite in that each tree had been meticulously flayed of bark so that even the tiniest of branches remained intact. The effect was such that each tree appeared as an obsidian skeleton, rising from its tangled roots on the floor. The bed was soft and deep, covered in an assortment of grey, black, and brown furs whose origins I couldn’t quite place. Regardless, all of the awe and splendor of her chamber paled in comparison to the sight of my mistress.
She stood up from her perch on the bed and strode confidently toward us. Electricity seemed to crackle around her. I was mesmerized, her hips swayed as she walked, a devious smile set on her lips. I whimpered, my knees feeling weak. She walked straight up to me, and, wasting no time talking, kissed me hard and deep. Her mouth was on fire, tasting so succulent and heady I nearly fainted. She circled me then, like she had when we first met, sniffing, her hands probing me in different places, my chest, my waist, my ass. She turned to Gwen. “You have done well, all trace of her has been replaced with you, but your scent is lovely and I don’t mind.” “Thank you mistress”, Gwen said. And with that, her hand slid to the head of my cock and Talia took hold of my base. They leaned in and kissed each other, slowly and passionately, their breasts planted firmly together. Then, Gwen let go.
I felt suddenly bereft, the shock making me step back slightly. “Mmmm, it seems he is quite taken with you Gwen. Perhaps, when we are done I shall give him over into your care for a time.” Gwen smiled brightly. “I would very much like that mistress.” Gwen stepped away then and stood next to Anise. Talia turned, regarding me hungrily. “Oh pet, we both have waited too long for this haven’t we”. She leaned into me then, embracing me. Her hot skin pressed hard against my chest, the press of her breasts making me ache, her scent intoxicating. I felt her breath on my neck as she delivered a burning line of kisses there and up my jaw line. Then, she kissed me hungrily. I felt drawn in, my whole world shrank to the taste and feel of her lips on mine. Without realizing it I had gone limp. She was holding me, helpless in her arms.
She smiled at me and carried me over to the cross, strapping first my left and then right hands to the upper bars. I dangled there momentarily while she ran her hands over me, kissing, sucking on my nipples. She bent down and wrapped a second pair of restraints about my legs, mid-thigh, cinching them tightly so that they supported some of my weight. Then, she tied my ankles tightly to the beam and recentered her attention, running her tongue up and down the length of my cock. She smiled as I twitched furiously, my cock bouncing up and down.
“Anise, would you like to try him on for size. It would amuse me greatly to watch him with you”, she said, moving behind the cross. Anise strode forth, briskly. She bent down, aggressively sucking the head of my cock and then licking down to my balls. Her breath quickened as she stood. “May I ride him”, she said to Talia. “Of course”, she said, moving her hands around my chest from behind the cross. I could feel the heat of her fingers burning into me as Anise climbed up, wrapped her legs around me and impaled her impossibly hot pussy on my meat. I moaned loudly as she sank down, her eyes boring into mine the whole time.
She fucked me that way for quite some time, whimpering and moaning on my cock, thrusting her sex around my immobilized dick. I wanted to flail about in ecstasy. She felt so good. The cum rose and fell in my balls over and over until I thought my eyes might roll permanently back in my head. And yet, there was something holding me back, no matter how badly I wanted to come I couldn’t. I just teetered on the precipice, tears of pleasure streaming down my cheeks.
Finally, Anise came. She moaned shrilly, her muscles tensing. She crushed herself against me and I could feel her muscles trying to milk my cock. When she calmed, her breath slowing, she climbed down and smiled. Then she went back to the door to wait. Talia whispered into my ear as she reached down and stroked me. “Would you like to have Gwen as well?”. I whimpered, not sure how much more pleasure I could take. “Y-yess”, I said. Gwen must have overheard. She sauntered toward us, hips swaying as she went. “You would have me, would you?”, she said. “Fine, just a taste…for now.” She bent down and licked my shaft, teased the underside of my head with her tongue. She wrapped her hand around the base and slowly, slowly swallowed me, working her throat muscles around me. Talia lifted her hand off my chest and pulled Gwen against me, her lips bobbing on the base of my cock as she swallowed and gagged. Suddenly I was almost comeing and I let out an animal growl. Then Talia put her hand back on my chest and I was locked out again, teetering but not able to cross that edge. “Not yet, pet, your seed is mine”, she whispered.
Gwen smiled up at me and flicked my head once with her tongue before standing. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. I sighed, lost in her eyes as our tongues explored each others mouths. She pulled away, bit her lip and turned around. She bent down in front of me, grabbing my cock and lining it up with her wet cunt. She slid me inside of her, ever so, slowly, gasping as I entered her until I was all the way inside, panting and whimpering. My body desperately wanted to come but Talia’s hold on me was too strong. I wanted to thrust but I was restrained. It was overwhelming. Gwen stood and bent back to kiss me, my cock still buried deep inside her as she slowly slid up and down it’s length. “Ohhhh God, Gwen”, I moaned. She laughed throatily and stood, sliding off. “I think this one’s had enough Mistress” Talia chuckled. “Alright then, help me take him down”. Gwen and Talia undid the ankle and thigh straps first. When they freed my hands I simply fell onto them, my body so overcome with pleasure I couldn’t move voluntarily.
Mistress Talia scooped me up, carried me to the bed like a baby, and lay me down on the thick furs. “He will need to be tied for this”, Talia said, and Gwen helped bind me to the trees. I lay there momentarily as all three women gathered around the bed. I was completely exposed, helpless, my engorged member jutting out over my abs twitching and dripping precum. “May I ride his face mistress”, Anise said. Talia glanced up and smiled. “Of course you can dear”. Anise, ever eager and needful, climbed hurriedly onto the bed and wasted no time squatting over my face. “Don’t suffocate him”, warned Talia. Anise smiled, lowering herself onto my tongue, closing her eyes and moaning softly as I probed into her with my tongue. “Gwen, would you like to share his cock?” Talia asked. Gwen’s eyes widened slightly but she took Talia’s hand and climbed onto the bed, straddling my torso while Talia straddled my thighs. I could feel their heat wafting onto me as they pressed together, kissing and touching each other while my cock bounced up and down between them. Anise was moving more frantically now and I flicked her clit side to side with my tongue as she rode me. Each time a jolt would go through her and she would gasp louder and louder.
I felt hot, hot warmth on my cock as Talia finally slid it inside her, slowly lowering herself onto it, gasping. She held firmly onto the control she had over my orgasm as she rode, my cum bouncing up and down my urethra, begging for release. I could feel her relinquishing control as she ground against me, hot fire climbing the length of my cock as she neared her own orgasm. Gwen seemed to sense the energy as it built and leaned in, biting one of Talia’s nipples hard enough to make her gasp.
Talia smiled, “Your turn is it”, she said. She slid off of me and I moaned, briefly mourning the loss of her wet pussy. She held my base as Gwen mounted me. She was so, so hot. She rode me slow and deep. Talia’s fingers never left my cock and she bent down to lick my balls, her tongue straying to Gwen’s clit whenever she would grind down low enough. Meanwhile, Anise was squirming on my tongue, her fingers working away at her clit as my tongue probed inside her. “Fuuuuuck”, she screamed as she came hard, moaning shrilly as her orgasm overtook her and her legs began to tremble. Talia gripped my cock harder, sensing how close I was to bursting as Anise came for me. When her orgasm subsided she slumped down onto the pillows next to me and looked deep into my eyes as Gwen continued to fuck me. Gwen began to pant, and grind harder and harder against me, her slick cunt clenching, straining to milk me. She shuddered and moaned “Oh fuuuuck, Oh God, Ahhhhhuuhhh”. Talia stopped licking, and grabbed my cock with both hands as a tidal wave of cum buffeted her hold on my orgasm. It felt so good it hurt, everywhere, my entire body electric and aflame with pre-orgasmic sensations. Still, I couldn’t come. I cried, tears streaming down my face as Anise looked on, an expression of admiration and curiosity blending on her face.
As Gwen slid off she smiled at me, falling into the furs next to me, a smile like daylight after a month of darkness lighting her face. She reached over and took my hand as Talia slid my cock home inside her. She rode me hard and fast this time, something primal driving her rapidly toward the brink. I started to feel her control loosening again and I recalled my senses, thrusting hard to meet her, squeezing Gwen’s hand tightly. Talia began to pant, driving down into me so that the whole bed shook as her pussy met my balls. She was nearly there “Mmmmmm…Ohhhh, FUCK!”, she screamed as the first spasm of orgasm hit her.
Suddenly I was comeing, every muscle in my body clenching as her pussy milked me. I’m not sure how to describe the sounds I made. They were more of a feral growling exhalation than anything else, seemingly originate from outside of me. I felt like a pure, white, conduit of cum. All of my being seemed to be pouring out through my cock. I came and came, until I didn’t think I had any cum left and then I came some more, Talia’s pussy drawing on my essence like a fire consuming parched wood. She rode me through the tempest of our shared orgasm while I clung to Gwen’s hand like a life raft tumbling over wave after wave of raw pleasure until I lost consciousness entirely. Our orgasm had obliterated me.
When I woke I found myself carefully arranged on Gwen’s bed, the sounds of birds chirping in her sunlit garden cast a smile onto my face as I awoke, eyes blinking. She smiled at me. “Welcome back!” she said. I nodded, noticing that she was carefully kneading a numbing salve into my cock. She giggled, “Sometimes we have to take measures to ensure you won’t injure yourselves”. I suddenly realized that I was flaccid for the first time since I had left my house. “The salve will keep you from getting hard until your cock is ready again. Just relax, feeding Mistress Talia that much seed is bound to cost you.”
I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment. “Was she pleased?”. Gwen laughed, a truly beautiful spectacle, one that I longed to see again. “Oh yes, she’s still resting.” I smiled. “You may rest here for a little while longer but I must take you back soon”. ” Must I go?” She paused and looked up as she finished with the salve, a sad expression crossing her beautiful features. “You are not quite ready to stay. We try to take our mates shortly before they start to decline and you have some time left before you are ready to stay.” I was puzzled. “Why?”, I asked. Gwen looked down and sighed. “It is difficult to explain. Time passes differently here. Your body will age here at the same rate that time passes. You’ve been here for two days and so your body has only aged two days. However, in your world, four weeks has passed and that is how much your mind has aged.” I sat up, pondering this and all of the implications. “So, if I were to spend a year here that would be like fourteen years in my world”. “Yes, and we think that is why you deteriorate so. Your minds can survive here well beyond the age at which you would perish in your world but they are simply not built to survive past ten years here without…..” Without what?” I asked. “Nevermind, I’ve spoken too much, and it is too early to speak of such things. Do you feel well enough to walk?”
I stretched my arms and legs. They were stiff and still somewhat tired but not so much that I felt I couldn’t walk. I glanced at Gwen, “I’m not sure, could you help me up?” Sure, she said offering her hand. I took it and pulled her down on top of me, feeling the crush of her breasts against my chest. She giggled. I silenced her with a deep kiss which she eagerly returned. At long last she pushed gently against my chest and I knew my time had passed. I stood, and Gwen got up, slapping my ass with a sharp smack. “It seems you are ready to go”, she said wistfully.
I didn’t respond but she took my hand and led me slowly out of the garden, through the castle, and down the long path to the pond. She handed me a small container. “Salve, for your cock.”, she said. “The rules haven’t changed you know, except now I have a claim on you as well. You will gain little pleasure from your human couplings.” I nodded. “When will I see you again?” She smiled, “Only a few days this time. We won’t make you wait all week again.” I smiled, “Good, I don’t know if I could make it that long again”. She took my hand and led me into the cold mist, pausing for me to dress again when we reached the pile of my clothes.
When we arrived at the circle she embraced me and the world became colder. She leaned into me, kissing me deeply. Then, she took my hand pushing my fingers inside her wet pussy. I moaned and she shoved me out of the circle, smiling as she faded away. I licked my fingers, hungrily.