Pleasure.
Submitted by Soulwyn on March 18, 2010 - 8:51pm
"Then a calm, solemn pleasure steals
Into your inmost mind;
A quiet aura your spirit feels,
A softened stillness kind."
Into your inmost mind;
A quiet aura your spirit feels,
A softened stillness kind."
- Emily Bronte, "Pleasure"
For some time, conciousness was a bizarre miasma of foreign sensations. Not having dared to move, he simply lay there - on his back! - and listened to his own body. His heart beat was even. His breath was unlabored. Where the air met his flesh, there was no pain. He focused his attentions on his ears, on what they could detect. Someone else was in the room. He could hear the faint in and out of their own breathing. The Witch! His heart began to race, and he held himself as still as possible.
Long minutes passed slowly. Nothing happened. He dared to take a breath through his nose, mulling over each of the scents. Fresh Hyacinth, peacebloom, silversage, purple lotus, and... He paused as the sound of a wooden chair scratching over stone and the swish of soft cloth briefly moved through the room. Silently, he pressed his fingertips against the ...stone surface he was lying on to keep them from trembling and revealing he was concious one again.
It seemed for all the while as if time itself had stopped. He could still feel the light titansteel chains around his wrists like bracelets for the damned. A set of the same were wound loosely at his ankles as well. He pressed his concentration desperate to detect even the slightest sign of her location relative to his own. Too late, he recognized his mistake, as her warm, sweet, breath billowed at his left ear.
"You've forgotten to breathe, pet."
As if to confirm the remark, a sharp intake of breath filled his lungs and with it, he screamed.
Nothing interfered. Without a word of reprimand, she allowed him to vent his fears and frustrations fully. Allowed him to bellow out his pain and inner turmoils uninterrupted. Indeed, he became hoarse with the effort of calling for help, and cursing at her in what little Thalassian and Draconic he held at his command. Through it all, she remained absolutely silent.
As he began to choke - nee, gag! - on his own saliva, she gently reached out and tilted his head to the side so that he could clear the substance in his airways. With equal care, she tenderly brought him back to rest on his backside; even placing a comfortable pillow beneath his head.
He tentatively pressed the back of his head into the center of the pillow. She was touching him, her soft fingertips moving soothingly over his torso, a figure eight around each of his nipples before returning to the center and drifting down to his belly button.
She leaned over him, her breasts briefly brushing across the now-sensitive flesh of his upright nipples as she moved her diminutive body lengthwise over the top of him. She smellslike sweet berries, sandlewood, and ...fresh blood. Her body seemed to float over his as she manuvered herself into a stradling position over his taut stomach, then slowly drifted down until she was fully astride him.
He opened his eyes, preferring her damnable magics to the all-too agonizing reality of her torments. Her spell failed to claim him; though she looked evenly back into his unwavering gaze. He swallowed...hard. She lightly raked her long fingernails over his chest, even flicked her fingertips teasingly at his nipples, drawing them fully erect. His manhood followed suit, and for the first time since his captivity, he did not resist.
Noting the willingness of her subject, the diminutive creature took to hovering over him, as she righted herself and slowly settled back to the floor; standing facing the table he lay on, just behind his head. Her hands were capable of such gentle ministrations. She massaged his temples, the tender flesh around his eyes, nasal cavity, his cheeks, beneath his jaws, behind and just above his ears. She softly hummed the original version of "The Lament of the Highborne", as she continued to press her fingertips in soothing rhythms along his flesh.
Tears began to fall down his cheeks, as he found himself locked in hellish thoughts about the cost of the lingering sensations of pleasure she was strumming through his body. Softly, her voice came to him in the Draconic tongue.
"No, pet. Not tonight. You deserve a reward for providing me such full access to your soul. Tonight, I shall create such harmonies within you. Here. Let me ...show you." Her voice was so soft. It held so many promises.
To his very core, the idea of copulating with the vicious bitch was abhorrent to him. But, he found within himself not one more ounce of wherewithall to endure more of her torments; he would do whatever she desired to avoid even one night in the hell his life had now become.
Her magics began to flow into him, and his entire body stiffened in anticipation of the pains to come. His flesh became warm as white light slowly suffused the flesh moving outward from her fingertips at his temples down along the contours of his body until the soothing sensation reached his toes.
This was followed by a strange tingling sensation which was echoed by a buzzing noise in the innermost regions of his ears. His vision began to blur, and he closed his eyes as the hair on his body began to stand on end. The thunder of his now racing heartbeat was the only sign he gave of the mounting trepidation he felt. Still, the strangely pleasant sensations continued to wash through him. He began to tremble as endorphines began to circulate through his body in slowly rising proportions. He found his hips writhing, the muscles in his buttocks flexing intuitively as the pleasure-centers of his body began to come alive.
She hummed softly in his ears in such a sensuous, husky tone that he felt as if he were truly lying with a woman; his tongue darting out from his lips in search of the familiar warmth such contact would bring. In very short order, his back was arched painfully high as he reached his orgasm at a feverish pitch; his entire body twitching with the force of it.
As brutally as her torments had suffered him, these blissful magics compensated him over and over again. He was dizzy and inarticulate, lost in the delerium of physical release as such exquisite pleasures moved through him like tides moving in and out from a seashore. His breath so ragged that he could not keep himself lucid any longer. It seemed as if he, too, were floating above the stone slab as one shudder after another washed through him.
He cried out an indecipherable series of noises which seemed to have much in common with the screams of the tortured Kal'Dorei he had been less than a day ago. He was drenched, lying on the sweat and cum covered stone, he finally collapsed into unconciousness.
As silence fell over the room, a door opened at the opposite end of the chamber, and the limp form of a naked Human male was dragged in. He bore the familiar, thin, titansteel chain-bracelets. She called upon the ancient magics as she lifted herself and the new arrival high above the prone Kal'Dorei, quietly attaching the bracelets to the titansteel chains dangling from the ceiling. Wrapping the last four strands around the Human's torso to keep his back from breaking, she released her magics from him; allowing the titansteel chains to take his full weight.
She smiled, as if pleased, then lightly took to the stone floor and began to make her way over to the adjacent door and the two Sin'Dorei servants standing silently with their heads bowed. She waved them away, even as she turned for a final lingering look at the two naked males bound within.
Her tiny feet fairly skipped along the cold stone steps which led out from the catacombs, a jaunty little toon on her lips.
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