text stringlengths 0 41.4k |
|---|
He recites the prayer in Elvish, narrating to his own mind. |
He feels the white-hot pain in his back after his prayer is done, feeling blood splatter on the ground behind him. The club in his hand was surprisingly sharp, originally looking dulled with coagulated blood. He makes a noise of surprise, feeling the pain of the blow. "The pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not figh... |
The second hit comes harder, now that the man seems to understand Dmitri could take a hit without crying or running away. It stung, no doubt leaving a bruise to be tended to later. The pain bloomed in his right shoulder, and the ache sent a surprising wave of arousal down south. He shuddered, feeling an embrace as the ... |
" Dmitri centered himself once more, and responded, "MORE." His voice carried slightly, the power in it was tangible. The man seemed very amused by this, "Hah! Wonderful. You want more? I’ll give it to you." Astarion interjects once more, "My my, who knew our friend had so much blood in him?" Shadowheart replies, "Try ... |
The third hit lands towards the ribs on his left side, gifting delicious |
to his senses. The rib didn’t break, not by a long shot. But the hit sent a message of sweet, honeyed |
to Dmitri’s mind as it swam in an ocean of pleasure and suffering. He’s not entirely aware of it, but he drips arousal onto the ground, thick and syrupy in texture. He feels a presence in his mind, aside from himself and the Tadpole. It felt like a lover’s betrayal, a friend’s revenge, and the weight of a lesson learne... |
He openly moaned, he couldn’t tell in pain or in pleasure. The line between them blurred tremendously. The man cheered him on, "That’s it! Welcome the pain. Let it become part of you!" Dmitri almost screamed, rushing with the same adrenaline as he felt during his Rages, " |
"Yes, my child! More for Loviatar! MORE!" The final hit landed a few inches below the first one but a few inches above the small of his back. It connected with his spine and sent shockwaves flying upward. He moans loudly, a sound born of erotic torture. He feels the presence wrapped around his mind, parting with a feel... |
He grabs a pouch from his side and opens it, grabbing a handful of blackened powder, and throwing it at Dmitri’s chest. After that, he brings his hands together, claps, and moves his hands vertically from each other with his palms facing Dmitri. The powder on his hands, Dmitri, and the particles in the air light up a b... |
." He can see the pride in the man’s eyes, the smile of a job well done. Dmitri responds, "I’m honored to receive such a gift." Astarion claps excitedly, "Bravo! You had excellent form~" Shadowheart gives a small polite clap. Dmitri gives a bow, both to Astarion’s cheering and to give thanks to the man in front of him.... |
The man’s face flushes and deep arousal runs through his body as he remembers the conditions he agreed to. "In the heat of welcoming you into Loviatar’s embrace, I almost forgot our little agreement." He puts a hand on Dmitri’s chest feeling the quickened heartbeat, "Can you give it as well as you can take it?" A goadi... |
The man was almost drooling at the whip in his hand. Dmitri moves the whip back and forth, getting a feel for the better hand to use. He turns to the man before him. The man nods in acknowledgment, walking over to the wall as he takes off his mantle, leaving the skirt on. Dmitri looks back to the group before he starts... |
I was able to set the prisoner free while you held the distraction. He had some information on a weapon called The Nightsong. I can tell you more when you’ve...finished your ritual |
, Gale says in his mind. Before the connection is lost, he gets the last feeling Gale is experiencing; Heated arousal coursing through his veins. |
"Have you lost your nerve, Dear One?" The man asks, turning his head to give a bratty little sneer. Dmitri focuses once more, walking up to the man to harshly pull him back by the hair. He leans down to his ear, whispering "Wouldn’t dream of it, |
," The man moans at the sudden pain in his scalp. Dmitri lets go of his hair, walking back to a proper distance for the whip. He winds back, raising the whip high in the air, and lets it crack painfully against the small of the man’s back. The crack is loud, equally as surprising as the sound of pleasure from the now-i... |
The second hit lands on his right shoulder, breaking the skin as blood licks down his shoulder blade. "Yes! See my devotion to you, Maiden of Pain!" He screams once more, his head tilted upward to the ceiling. Dmitri hears Astarion cheering him on, "Yes! Beat him bruised and bloody, Darling~" Shadowheart adds, "You see... |
the hard way. It was... |
. It made him feel powerful, drunk on pain and wielding it like a weapon. Maybe the man was right, |
pain really is a loving thing |
. He felt himself drip even more, feeling it coat his inner thighs. |
He felt his muscles surge with the same power as his Rages, roaring loudly as he brought the whip down one last time. It carried a great deal more power than before, his eyes glowing with pure fiery |
. The whip hit the middle of the man’s back, blood pouring from the injury. He moaned, pained and erotic. The presence left Dmitri with a stronger feeling of pride than before. The man’s hips jut forward, as he arches backward. The front of his skirt darkens slightly, as his eyes roll back in ecstasy. Dmitri realized ... |
He sees Dmitri’s arousal, and says, "I could help you with that, if you’d like," Pointing to his painfully aroused cunt. Dmitri shakes his head, "I’m flattered, but I’d prefer to take care of it myself. I mean no offense, of course." Abdirak smiles, "None was taken, some like the help afterward. Others like to bond wit... |
Dmitri remembers it was starting to get dark when they walked into the Shattered Sanctum, "I believe we should head to camp," Before he could even finish the statement, everyone quickly agreed and headed to the exit. He grabs his clothes and gets dressed, albeit a bit slower and more carefully as to not aggravate the w... |
Finally, everyone heads to their tents for the night, giving rushed goodnights, and the swooping of tent latches. |
Dmitri has a chance to sneak away from camp, almost crying in relief when the fire dies down. Shadowheart healed his back injuries, but the ache still clings to it. She refused to catch his eyes, almost staring at the ground as she healed his back. He gets to a small clearing and leans against a tree. He pulls his clot... |
He runs his hands up his body, feeling his abs jump and shift. He’s proud of his body, the strength it carries, and the presence it exudes. He imagines a set of hands not his own traveling the vast expanse of his body. Who shall be the subject of tonight’s fantasy? He has half a mind for a moment to not think about his... |
He feels a pulse of electricity as he finally touches himself, relief briefly cascades over the back of his skull. It’s fleeting, as the hunger for more stimulation replaces it entirely. He moans, jerking his cock slowly as he lets the fantasy play out. He imagines a halfway decent room in an Inn, the sound of frogs an... |
You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Feeding blood to me even without me so much as asking~. |
Imaginary Astarion coos, locking his eyes with his. Dmitri feels the urge to kneel, bringing his knees down to the soft dirt beneath him. His cock twitches between his fingers, insistent and needy. He feels his arousal pour from him, his hole clenching around nothing. He has barely started and he already feels |
. Shadowheart seems to answer his internal dialogue, |
Let’s fix that need, shall we? |
She says as kisses down his body, latching on to a nipple, and looking up as she licks and sucks it slowly. |
He moans, imagining Astarion’s tongue intertwining with his while Shadowheart swaps between his nipples, licking and biting them until they’re puffy and purple. He lets his other hand drop down to press against his hole as he imagines Gale sneaking up whilst he’s distracted. He moans, imagining Gale’s tongue lapping at... |
He was about to shut it up when he realized it seemed to be a message from Gale. He fears the worst for a moment, accepting the presence in his mind in an instant. What he doesn’t expect is the mental image of him, face down ass up in his tent, vigorously fucking himself with a modified Mage Hand spell. He’s muffling h... |
with a strap as he screams in pleasure. He sees himself through Gale’s eyes, sees his dripping cunt as he hit Abidrak with the whip in the Shattered Sanctum. He feels the arousal bubble up from his pelvis as he briefly catches eye contact with himself, sadistic and feral. He comes to a realization in that moment; |
The Tadpoles are connecting because of the shared arousal |
. Gale might not even be aware of this, he’s potentially broadcasting to everyone- |
His thought is interrupted by Shadowheart, pushing to be in his mind as well. He lets her in without a second thought and is greeted by an equally erotic sight. She’s lying on his back, naked as she fingers himself voraciously. Her supple breasts bounced as she fucked down towards her fingers, wet squishy sounds emanat... |
Let it be known that his hands have been far from idle in this mental threesome. He’s laid on his back, plunging 2 fingers into his aching cunt as he moans loudly, the sounds of his drenched hole audible to anyone. He’s trying to decide who to focus on more; Gale’s longing for a big strong Drow to fuck him cross-eyed, ... |
He’s almost made up his mind when a third knock at the proverbial door of his mind is felt. He feels his mind open one more time, and in walks a very horny Vampire. He is greeted by a sitting Astarion stroking his cock, gnawing into his fist to quiet his whimpers. His hand almost looked bloody, seeing some small grazin... |
. He sees himself through Astarion’s eyes when he turns around to the group, "Like what you see?" He added a debonair wink before he turned back to Abdirak. He felt Astarion’s hunger for the blood spilling on the ground, his teeth aching to bite into bruised shoulders, and his tongue fighting to escape his mouth. He wa... |
Dmitri was overwhelmed, incredibly flattered, and mind-shatteringly horny. He fucked himself harder, the other hand occupying itself with rubbing his cock. He moaned and whimpered, focusing on the different pleasures of his party members. He listened to their aroused ramblings, half-baked thoughts, and pleas for variou... |
, "Gods, please Dmitri! Rearrange my insides to better suit your cock!" He hears him shout to his consciousness. He feels Gale’s hand reposition itself in the air, causing the invisible cock to shift in position and finally find his prostate. His eyes cross, causing him to scream into the bundled shirt as his release c... |
Dmitri then feels his attention pulled to Shadowheart, her moans getting louder as she finds her rhythm. He feels her sore and puffy nipples, standing straight up in the cool night air of her tent. He listens in on her fantasy, matching the pace of his fingers to hers. She’s ravenously eating him out, face wet with the... |
Astarion catches his attention last, but certainly not least. His fantasies paint a picture of Dmitri utterly submitting to him. His neck is bloody and he can taste the copper on Astarion’s lips as his cunt gets filled by Astarion’s cock over and over. His blood tastes utterly |
to Astarion, rich and powerful. "Fu~ck! Astarion, right there! Drink from me, fuck me, |
!" He hears himself even slipping into Elvish as he moans loudly at Astarion’s brutal fucking. Astarion leans over him, growling into his ear partially in Elvish, "Good boy, taking my cock so well~! I’ll give you exactly what you want; |
if you keep begging for me so sweetly~ |
" He can feel his climax curling in his lower stomach, waiting to be unleashed. |
Dmitri is fairly close himself, feeling his g-spot getting abused by his fingers as he brings his other hand up to spit on it, giving better lubricant to jerk his cock with. "Fuck, I want all of you~" He moans to the open air, imagining himself in each of his party members fantasies. He imagines fucking Gale with his s... |
He could feel everyone’s orgasms approaching fast, moaning and whimpering, and |
oh my gods, yes, yes, YES, F~uck right there, that’s it, YES, FUCK, I’m- |
!" Dmitri commands directly through the Tadpole as he free falls into a powerful orgasm, screaming to the high Heavens as he feels himself gush arousal onto the ground. His hips jerked erratically as he punched that sweet spot over and over. He feels Gale flick the air faster and faster, sending the ghostly dick into a... |
submit to me, cum for me~ |
" He’s interrupted as cum erupts from his cock, causing him to throw his head back and moan as he milks himself for everything he’s got. He shakes in the aftershocks, thrusting his hips upward for more. |
Everyone fucks themselves through the afterglow, eventually coming to a stop when unwanted overstimulation is reached. Everyone is tired but satisfied, basking in the wonderful post-sex bliss. It’s not until Shadowheart seems to have a moment of post-orgasm clarity that she speaks up, "Wait...Gale?" Gale is silent, but... |
Gale is the first one to talk, "Well, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t...enjoy myself," He admits, and everyone can feel his embarrassment, but assuredness. Shadowheart agrees, "Your minds are surprisingly comfortable to be in, for what it’s worth," a smile pulls at her lips, much like everyone else. Astarion pipes up ... |
"All in favor of saving this conversation for tomorrow say I~" Astarion says, raising his head. The other two raise their head immediately. Dmitri can’t find it in himself to disagree. "I’ll agree, but on one condition," He says, looking to everyone for approval, "Cuddle pile in my tent?" Astarion rolls his eyes, but S... |
Vim followed Ptem out of the washroom and sat on the end of the bed. Ptem grasped the tassels of the bag attached to the backrest and camber bar of her wheelchair, pulling it onto the seat. He reached inside to retrieve a small cloth parcel and rolled towards Vim, offering it to him. |
"Like the presents you gave me in Uyahona, I don’t have expectations attached to this gift either," Ptem said nervously. He was nowhere near as skilled as the artisan who had made the collar Vim had given her and she could have saved some money to buy a much fancier piece than the one she was able to make. But Ptem lik... |
Vim took the package from Ptem in one hand and wrapped the other around her wrist, bringing his hand to his mouth. He gently kissed her palm and then nuzzled his snout against it. "You didn’t need to make me anything," he said, "but I’m sure I’ll love it." |
Vim released Ptem’s hand. He gently unwrapped the gift, lifting it out of the cloth to admire the workmanship. Ptem had made him a black leather harness. It featured two silver-buckled loops for his arms and a horizontal strap that joined both loops together, crossing over the back. The leather was thick with a soft sk... |
Vim placed the harness back in his lap and slowly rolled the sleeves of his shirt up past his elbows, looking Ptem in the eye as he did. "I hope you weren’t planning to be anywhere but my bed tonight, love," Vim said. "This is beautiful work." He slipped the harness on. |
He rolled his shoulders and adjusted it so he still had a full range of motion. The leather hugged him beautifully. It was much nicer than the one he’d had in Tyriex. Vim parted his legs so Ptem and her chair could slot between them, and cupped Ptem’s jaw, tugging him towards him. He kept his hold on her as he leaned d... |
"Please would you undress me this evening?" Ptem asked shyly, barely concealing the grin on her face. He had one more surprise for Vim to unwrap. |
"Two presents, love?" Vim said, smirking at his joke. "You spoil me." |
Ptem parked her chair in the corner of the room and engaged the brakes. She took the flower from her hair and placed it carefully on the seat before getting up and standing in front of Vim. He tilted his head up to capture Vim’s lips. |
Vim slid Ptem’s silk robe off his shoulders as he kissed her, letting the soft, red fabric pool on the ground behind her. He wrapped an arm around his waist, his fingers splayed at the small of her back, holding him tightly against him. He cradled her jaw with his other hand, claws sinking into his hair. Ptem moaned ag... |
He broke the kiss and nuzzled his snout against Ptem’s cheek before turning her around in his arms, supporting her weight with his body as he stood. Vim wrapped a hand around his throat and palmed her also hardening cock through his trousers. |
"You’re mine to play with, aren’t you, love?" he asked, his voice low in her ear. "I am going to have so much fun breaking you. Can you feel what you do to me?" He ground his stiff cock against Ptem’s ass and stroked her length. |
Ptem gasped and pressed himself back against Vim. "I’m yours, love," she said breathlessly. |
Vim loosened his grip on Ptem and moved his hands to her waistcoat, chuckling when she whimpered at the loss of his touch. He slowly undid his buttons, letting the waistcoat fall open. He moved on to the buttons of Ptem’s shirt, pausing to tease her nipples through the crisp fabric. |
"Yes you are. And I love putting my hands on you," he said. "You make the cutest sounds when you’re desperate for my touch. Be good for me a little longer and I’ll give you everything you need." |
Vim slowly unbuttoned Ptem’s shirt, pausing to pull the hem out of her trousers. The front parted, revealing a scrap of lace against her purple skin. Vim stopped what he was doing and turned Ptem to face him, pushing her shirt and waistcoat off his shoulders to reveal the top of a lacy body cage. He growled, dropping t... |
Ptem was stunning. The ivory lace glinted in the light and hugged his body perfectly. It looked as expensive and delicate as Ptem was and made Vim want to run his hands and tongue over the swirling fabric. He was afraid to touch it, worried he’d ruin it with his claws or the oils he’d massaged into his freshly washed s... |
"I just wanted to look pretty," Ptem said, his face and the tips of her ears already flushed a deep purple. "Do you like it?" |
"Fuck," Vim replied, his voice a breathy whisper. His mind was too busy taking in Ptem’s gorgeous body to form a coherent answer. His hands hovered over the lace framing Ptem’s hips and he looked up at her with the same awed and reverent expression he wore when he communed with his god, as if waiting for permission to ... |
"Tell me where your limits are today, love," Vim finally said. "I want to tie you up. I want to kneel at your feet and worship you like you deserve." He stroked his thumbs carefully over the soft lace, tracing it over the arc of Ptem’s hip and up her waist. He took one of her wrists in his hand and placed her palm on h... |
Ptem leaned on Vim as she considered his question. She was still navigating the new limitations of her recovering body and sometimes only learned that a limit existed when he unknowingly tried to exceed it. It would be easier for both of them if Ptem could divide her options into activities he could and couldn’t do, bu... |
"Please be gentle with me," Ptem said, looking into Vim’s eyes, knowing he needed an answer before he would go any further. "I don’t know what exactly I can do at the moment, but I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Can you tie me up if I stay sitting on the bed?" |
"Of course, love," Vim said. He pressed a soft kiss to Ptem’s stomach. He rose to his feet and lifted Ptem, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He turned and gently placed her on the bed with her legs dangling off the end. "Do you think you could handle me tying your arms above your he... |
"I think so," Ptem said. He opened his mouth to apologize but reminded himself that her condition wasn’t her fault and he had nothing to be sorry for. "Thank you, love," she said instead, smiling at Vim. |
Vim tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and cradled her jaw, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Of course," he said softly. "I don’t want to harm you. You deserve to feel as good as you look. Wait here while I get the rope and we can get started." |
Vim fetched Ptem’s collar, a hank of bondage rope from his bedside drawer and a pillow from the head of the bed and brought them over to where he’d left Ptem. He placed the pillow on the floor at Ptem’s feet and knelt behind her to secure his collar around his throat. "You’re mine to worship," he whispered in her ear, ... |
Ptem whined and leaned into Vim’s touch. He tilted his head back so Vim could wrap his hand loosely around her neck. "I’m yours, love," Ptem said. He turned his face to the side and pressed a kiss to the tip of Vim’s snout. "I’m all yours." |
Vim sat Ptem upright again and got off the bed. He moved in front of her and tilted his head up to look him in the eye before taking her lips again. When he broke the kiss, he uncoiled the rope, making sure the bight was in the centre before looping the ends over the hook and letting it hang for a moment. He took Ptem’... |
He looped the bight around her wrists a couple of times, threaded it between them, and around the loops he’d made, before tying it off. He checked the tension, ensuring he could slip two fingers into the double-column tie and that it wouldn’t tighten from the pressure of Ptem’s arms pulling on it. |
"Does that feel okay?" he asked. |
"Yes, thanks," Ptem said. |
Vim kissed her bound wrists again and then pulled on the ends of the rope dangling from the ceiling, slowly drawing her arms up above her. He tied the rope to the bed frame with a slipknot so Ptem couldn’t pull herself loose but he could untie him quickly if necessary. |
"How does that feel?" he asked. "It’s not pulling your shoulders too much?" Vim took Ptem’s safety seriously. Suspension, even partial suspension, had a far smaller margin of error than floor work and he didn’t want to cause muscle strain or nerve damage, particularly when she was already facing a lengthy recovery from... |
Ptem relaxed into the tie, careful not to lean too far back. He wrapped one hand around the rope looping over the hook and wiggled the fingers on his other hand to make sure he still had enough mobility to cast Produce Lube. "It feels good," she said. |
"Good," Vim said. "Tell me if that changes. I can let you down immediately." |
"I will, love," Ptem said. |
Vim pressed a kiss to her forehead and then lowered himself to his knees on the pillow in front of him. "You’re beautiful," he said, his voice reverent. "Every morning I thank Erathis for setting me on the path that led me to find you. Every night I thank her for letting me keep you in my life. I am so lucky to know yo... |
Art by soushiyo |
Vim placed his hands on Ptem’s hips and slowly dragged one down the outside of his left leg, wrapping his fingers around her ankle. He lifted it to his mouth, softly kissing up his calf to her knee. He slowly explored Ptem’s thigh with his mouth, gently pushing her legs apart so he could kiss and lick his sensitive ski... |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.