slytherynn | Closed: at the mercy of the fae

I didn’t want to overstep, my lady. [ His voice holds a low note of a purr as he reluctantly releases his grip of her finger. But he doesn’t resist when she leans in towards him. His gaze drops to her breasts because he’s very much wanted to pay ore attention to them in a way she wouldn’t consider rude and she’s finally giving him the opportunity.

He leans forward with a husky groan and latches onto the nearest one, tongue swirling around the dark nub teasingly before catching it between his teeth and giving a light tug before closing his lips around it. The position puts a little more strain on his bound arms but he doesn’t mind in the least.

He needs to taste her. ]

[ This, at least, she knows she likes, and she lets her eyes close, pretending its Aerith or one of the other fae she sometimes lays with. When a small hum of interest bubbles in her throat, she lets it come, shifting her seat a little as his arousal hardens beneath her.

She makes sure he's good and latched, playing with her nipple with some reverie, before she starts to lean back again, causing him to strain further against his bind to keep with her. ]

You'll only offend me if you go back on your word [ she purrs back, her arousal starting to fan now. With the spell coursing through him, he'll be sensitive to smell of her, even if he doesn't realize what that is.

He'll also, she knows, find his own arousal going well past the point he's used to, until it's near painful and the only thing he can think of. That's what she's counting on. ]

[ His mouth is very much occupied for the moment, which is why she doesn’t get a verbal response to that. But he gives a low groan as she shifts on his lap, his cock hardening further beneath the weight of her. And when she shifts back, he struggles to follow, reluctant to release her at all. Tongue teasing and lips and teeth sucking against sensitive skin.

Everything about this is overwhelming, until everything else has faded away as unimportant. There’s just him and her, the scent and feel and heat of her against him. The way his body throbs in response, starting to ache for more, faster than he was used to. His hunger for her only seems to grow with every loud pound of his heart and he’s breathless and flushed. All too aware of every move she makes, every way she shifts against him, even the subtlest of reactions she has to his mouth on her. His arms strain behind him as he tries to stay pressed as close as possible, but that’s a distant discomfort he barely acknowledges. ]

[ He struggles at last, and a triumphant wave of heat washes through her. That and he's so pretty while he does it, clearly enjoying the bite it adds. Well. There will be plenty more where that came from.

His mouth is skilled, though. Her kids fall heavy, her breath coming huskier. This, she likes. She feels herself clenching, hips rocking slightly. All the more to tease him with.

She lets him strain, tipping back until he almost loses her, eyes taking in the sight of her breast in his mouth. Like a changeling ready to suck its mother dry. She brushes back his hair, gentle strokes, until she pulls it. ]

What would that mouth do if I let you go, hmm? Would you stay polite, or would you be burning with a desire to show me your gratitude? I bet you want to know what I sound like, in the throes of ecstasy. Not many people have seen that.

[ Her voice never changes, face placid and inviting, but as she rattles off the fantasy, she abruptly leans forward, pinning him to the back of his chair with her strength, her breast crushes between her rib cage and his chest. ]

[ He groans when she pushes him back, pulls him by his hair and he doesn’t resist it - can’t, the idea of resisting anything from her not even occurring to him right now. He relishes the sting of that rough pull, in fact, skin flushing with arousal as he pants for air. He grows harder beneath her, especially when she starts rocking against him and he feels like he’s going mad.

His eyes are dazed and hazy with hunger as she pins him back against the chair and he writhes for a moment, tugging at his bindings. Impatient, now, as she fills his mind, his wants, with those images. Wants to taste her with a desperation that leaves his mouth dry and breathing ragged. ]

Let me taste you, my lady, and you can show me.

[ He's so far gone now. It's clear in his hungry gaze, the heat on his skin, the heaviness of his breath. That's before she feels him trying to pull free, before he asks her for more of her.

She shifts her seat so that his erection is squarely under her and begins to rock against him, one hand still tugging his hair, the other wrapped around his neck. ]

How much would you like that?

[ A teasing whisper, and then she gives a moan, more to rile him up than because she feels anything. Still, she thinks he will be pleasurable, at least. ]

[ He shudders, groaning as he strains - not against her hold, but to feel the movement of her body against him even more. He aches, that need growing in him like the tide, growing stronger and more insistent with every rock of her lush hips against him. ]

More than anything, my lady. Please!

[ He gasps the words out, the plea, because in this moment, they’re absolutely true. Her hold on him, the magic twined about him, has driven everything else completely out of his mind, until the only thing left to focus on is her, and how much he wants her. ]

[ Her moan is real this time, the ferocity of his plea making her blood sing. She presses herself flush to him, kissing him once before she steps off his lap entirely, aware he'll be straining after her.

Another decorative ribbon comes off her corset, one going around his left ankle. She takes her time about it, running her hand up the inside of his thigh and over his cock before she stands, going around the back to undo his wrists and secure his other ankle. Still, it gives him the freedom to reach for her.

And when she's done, she stands again, before pushing the back of the chair down against the floor with no warning. Still smiling sweetly, she straddles his chest, bending down over him. ]

Are those hands as clever as that tongue?

[ He does strain, the sound that escapes him almost a whine in protest to suddenly be lacking her heat, her touch, her body rocking against his own. He feels the absence more and more keenly every time she deprives him of it, as if each taste is just meant to whet his thirst for her. And it’s working, because his eyes are all but dark and wild as they watch her movements now, body straining to get close once more as she crouches down, secures His ankle to the leg of the chair.

He moans as her hand slides up the inside of his thigh, cock jerking beneath his pants now, the strain of his length visible beneath the fabric. That moan only deepens when she brushes her hand over it, hips trying to rock up into that touch, but he can’t get anywhere, not currently bound as he is. Although he struggles, it’s never more than her bindings allow, never overstepping his place, or what she’s asked of him so far. Commanded, maybe, but that doesn’t register in his mind, now with how consuming his want for her is.

He gives a startled yelp when the chair is suddenly tipped backwards, the feeling of falling sending a moment of panic through him as newly-freed hands flail and catch on the seat to hold on. For all the good it does him, because now he’s flat on his back, legs still bound to the chair but at least his hands are free.

And she’s straddling him again, his chest this time, and it’s enough to distract him from all of it, instantly drawn into her heat and his hunger once more as his hands slide up her thighs to her hips, wanting to tug her closer. Wanting to touch, wanting to taste, wanting everything. ]

Yes, my lady. Please, let me touch you. Let me taste you.

[ His gaze gets darker, wilder. She's seen it before, in animals in the spring. She has not put that spell on him, at least, not today. She has no desire to hear the talk that goes with it.

But the way his attention locks back on her, hands skimming her thighs to her hips, that's all as it should be. She smiles, leaning down over him so that her breasts brush his bare chest, kissing his lips lightly. ]

If you insist.

[ She walks her knees forward, gathering her skirt so it doesn't tangle, pushing his head down with one hand until she's over him. She wore no undergarments, and she's wet enough now that her smell and the mild aphrodisiac all fae-blooded carry are mixing into the spell already effecting him.

She shifts her weight, leaning back so she can brace herself on her hands too. She usually does this with a headboard, but having him on the floor like this is satisfying. ]

[ He can only groan, held in place by her hands and the bindings she’d secured him with. His eyes remain locked on her as she moves over him, aching to suck her breasts back into his mouth, but then she’s moving higher, kneeling over his face, her skirt pulled to the side to reveal… nothing beneath it.

He can catch the scent of her now and… something else, some sweet scent that teases his senses even more, making him feel even wilder, hungrier.

HIs hands grip her hips, nails biting lightly into flesh as he drags her closer now that she’s given him permission. He wants her seated on his face, wants to bury himself against her slick flesh, and the moment he has her close enough, his agile tongue is already sliding against slick folds. Tasting her with a desperate moan, as if it’s all he’s ever craved. Losing himself in her scent and her taste, he feasts on her, eager and needy and always wanting more. ]

[ He will have ample opportunity to have his fill of her. Will grow sick of her before she's done with him. There is no rush to do it all tonight, and she knows that as she just gives him unsatisfying tastes and glimpses.

She moans, low, almost a sigh as he takes hold of her, tongue swathing against her. This she genuinely likes, and she lets him guide her to position, eyes closing, hips flexing against the stimulation. ]

Are you thinking of having your cock in me yet?

[ She asks lightly, a purr to her voice. ]

I don't think you want me enough yet. O-ohhh but you're very good at this, aren't you? Mmmm I chose well, asking you to stay.

[ That much is true. She won't suffer for keeping this one. Not with a mouth like that. ]

[ He hadn’t been thinking of anything until she’d spoken those words into existence. Had been consumed with the need to taste her, to pleasure her, losing himself in the heat of it.

It had temporarily sated his hunger. Until it didn’t. Until she brought up the idea of his cock inside of her and his length hardened all the more at the prospect of that. Wanting to fee her tight and wet around his length as he thrust into her, or as she rode him, trapped as he was. He moans against slick skin, the sound vibrating against her as his tongue flicked roughly against her clit before pressing inside. ]

I'll take that as a 'yes, please, My Lady.'

[ She smiles as she says it, cheery and relaxed, sighing into the heat at her opening. Yes, better they did this first. A hand drifts to his hair, forgetting to be rough and just combing through it, nails grazing his scalp. ]

Let's see what you can do with your mouth. If you satisfy me, I'll reward you by letting you put that cock in me. It must be aching for me by now.

[ She gasps, fingers tightening in his hair. He really is good with his mouth, and climaxing once will relax her considerably. And he's near ready for the next step of her spell. ]

[ Another moan, the only confirmation he can give, but he obeys, relishing that touch in his hair, the grip of her fingers that tug just enough to send pleasure shivering through him. Her body rocks above his and he strains a little to reach her better, hips dragging her as close as possible.

He’d always been known as a skilled lover and this was no exception, especially with the attentiveness he adds to it, memorizing every sigh, every sound of pleasure or approval he wrung from her. Learning what she liked and where and then turning all his considerable skills towards bringing her as much pleasure as possible.

There was nothing he wanted more in the entire world right now than to satisfy her how she deserved. ]

[ She arches, gasping more deeply as his tongue explores her, warm and slick, quick to trace what she likes. And she does like this, the smaller but more deft protrusion into her, the heat and wet and pressure against her, the pull on her hips keeping her close.

She lets him work for it, careful not to give too much praise or sound, but her gasps get closer together, pelvis shifting to press as flush as possible to his mouth, the pulls in his hair coming more frequent.

Finally she gasps, her other hand going to dig into the fleshy slope of his shoulder. She was close, and she isn't shy now in riding his face, thrusting her hips with a good deal of her strength. Her cunt flutters and clenches, trying to take in as much of his tongue as she can, breasts aching to be given more attention. She just channels it into rocking harder against him, pressing his face back into the chair until she arches, gasping to breathless silence as her orgasm washes over her, pulling his hair taught and leaving her breathless and much more hungry for what's to come next.

She lets herself regain her composure before she slides back to straddling his chest, cradling his flushed face as she backs up enough for her ass to press against his cock. ]

So polite [ She says again, mischief in her eyes this time. ] You listen so well, and perform so beautifully. [ She grinds her ass back, teasing that hardness. ]

What fantasies are speaking to you?

[ His eyes are dark and hazy and he makes a sound of protest when she pulls away from his lips, straining to chase her once again, even though she doesn’t go far this time. His lips and face are wet with her slick and that sweet scent is everywhere now, making it harder and harder to focus on anything beyond her, the feel of her above him, against him. It makes him burn for her, his body aching and cock feeling harder than it ever has before.

He licks his lips, tasting the last drops of her on his skin even as his eyes lock on her face again. Her breasts hovering over him as she presses against his cock. He can feel the wet spot in his pants where he’s already leaked through the fabric with his need, but it’s still a distant awareness. His own wants are still secondary to hers. ]

I want to feel you, my lady. Want to give you pleasure. In whatever way you’ll have me. Please.

[ Because any fantasy would be good right now. All of them. He can’t even focus enough to pick one, when all he wants is her, in every way imaginable. ]

[ She feels it too, the dampness against his pants, now joined by her wetness catching against the fabric. If he does decide to flee, it will be a reminder, a gentle whisper of what he's left.

All the sweeter because she feels the curse begin to stir. She sighs with pleasure and relief, stroking his hair as she looks down at him, aware his gaze keeps flicking to her bare breasts. ]

Me, then? However you can have me? However often I'll allow it? That would satisfy you?

[ She rocks back again as she says it, free hand guiding one of his to cup her breast, eyelids fluttering and moaning lightly for him as he does. She's much more sensitive now that she's come once, some hunger finally stirring. Or maybe it's just knowing that, after all these years, justice is so close. ]

[ Nothing even seems strange about those words, not with how badly he wants.

He’s already nodding even before she gets all the words out. Before she drags his hand to her breast, although he’s quick and eager to respond, touching and teasing and pleasuring her as she continues to rock above him. It’s mesmerizing, the throb of heat in his veins, the deafening pound of his pulse in his ears. It’s drowned everything else out.

He doesn’t even realize that there’s been magic priming him for just this all along. ]

Yes, my lady. Please let me have you?

[ She, on the other hand, feels the magic thick and taut in the air, like a storm before lightning strikes. She wishes Aerith were here; the other woman was so much better at this part. But it had to be Tifa. She wanted it to be her. ]

And no other? I would fulfill all of your desires?

[ She rocks harder, tracing a hand on his jaw, the other moving to encourage his hand on her breast. She has to lead him there, or the spell won't take as hard. One of the draw backs of being Lower Fae; but it could be off set by genuine desire, freely given. ]

[ He can’t think beyond this moment, this desire. The magic has blotted all of the rest of it out. His reason for coming here in the first place, what he’d sought so desperately that had brought him to the Fae lands in the first place. The responsibilities that still weighed so heavily on his shoulders, always lying in wait for him back home.

None of them seemed important any more. In fact, he’d forgotten all of them, so wrapped up in her spell, in her scent, in her heat, that she was the only thing looming before him.

And her words, they made that desire, that hunger real. How could he ever want anything else when she was right here, offering this to him? ]

Please. [ There’s desperation in his tone now, begging her. ] You’re all I want. All I desire is you.

[ He also has no idea how dangerous those words could be. ]

[ There it is. She gasps, the surge of magic prickling her groin and nipples, sealing her to the agreement as much as him. She arches, clit seeking pressure, body warm and wanting in the wake of such a strong binding spell.

It frightens her, a little, even if she is not controlled by it. But it is done. ]

You beg so beautifully [ she sighs, clutching his chin and surveying him, debating what to do with him. The first time, she thinks, should be something he aches for. ]

We will rise.

[ She sighs as she stands up, being sure to lift her skirt enough that he gets a good glimpse of her thighs and folds before she goes to kneel by his feet, undoing the cloth binds. She makes no move to touch his cock this time, rising to her feet and holding her hands out, not close enough for him to take, but in a beckoning gesture. ]

Now you may remove your trousers, and you may touch me as you please, but you may not enter me until I give permission.

[ Something washes over him, something hot and dizzying and leaves him breathless and moaning in its wake. He gasps for air, arching up against her as his skin tingles as if electrified. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t possess the awareness to question it either.

But then she’s moving away and there’s a very real sound of ache and loss as his eyes snap open again, tracking her movement. She doesn’t go far but the loss of that contact is devastating in its own way all over again. He craves her now so deeply he doesn’t even have words for it, just this demanding need that throbs as the very core of his awareness.

She frees his ankles and gives him the order to rise and he does, scrambling upright again, although he sways a little in his impatience. Feeling all too hot and yet oddly disconnected from his own thoughts. Too caught up in heat and lust to care that much, however, he’s quick to obey the commands that follow, eager to strip away the last of the things keeping him from her as he strips out of his pants. Unlike his other clothing, he’s not paying enough attention to his belongings now to care how they end up, which is how they just end up pooled on the floor, discarded, as he steps towards her. ]

Yes, Mistress.

[ He’s not really aware of the change in that title, either, although it seems to flow as naturally from his lips as the other had. But he reaches for her, hands sliding over her soft skin, even as those questing fingers go first for her breasts, the most exposed part of her right now. He steps in close, touches more of a caress than a return to the rough pleasure they’d shared a moment before. ]

[ He's so impatient. Good. She watches him, allowing herself to take in his naked form. Scars, but thick muscles. Hair and freckles. Marking of the way his life was spent. Other than her scar, her skin is perfect, like all Fae. She always liked the way mortal things aged.

His change in title catches her attention. That wasn't her doing. Did the others slip that in there? Well, it wasn't a terrible idea.

He follows his orders eagerly. She sighs happily at the touch to her breasts, even as it occurs to her they also slipped in a little magic to help her enjoy this. Well, that was kind of them, even if she doesn't approve. Her breasts feel so sensitive, swollen and aching for attention, and his hands are large and tender.

She can feel his cock against her leg, and she reaches down between them, ghosting her finger slowly down his length before she pushes him between her legs, going on her toes so that his heat presses against the wet outer folds of her opening. ]

Convince me to invite you in, Servant.

[ She can smell herself on his face, this close, and it makes her cunt clench. The tightness of the corset bites into her, giving her just enough restraint to feel hot. Another suggestion from her friends. And here she thought it had just been to tease him. ]

[ His hands play with her breasts, teasing her nipples back to hardness again and he wanted to taste them once more, but that thought gets lost when her fingers tease down the underside of his cock. It jerks against her touch, aching for more, and when she slides it against her slick skin, his eyes go unfocused with a choked off groan of need, hips rocking instinctively to try and get closer. Not to push inside her - she’d forbidden him that and it didn’t even occur to him to disobey her - but to feel that wet heat slick against his oversensitive skin. ]

Please, Mistress, let me please you. Let me feel you around me. Let me make you feel good…

Edited 2024-02-05 01:29 (UTC)

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