Hey, this is the first story like this that I´ve written and I was told to maybe post it here as I felt pretty confident in it. I know, it´s long but I feel like it belongs together and is hard to cut into smaller parts. Apologies.
This is a one shot for a character of mine from Black Void, a dark fantasy roleplaying game. (there is some magic and other world building that plays a role; for anyone familiar with the system, extra points if you can name my characters´ attributes :) )
I hope you enjoy!
[further tags: bd, ds, 1st, Mdom, mc]
Chamara watched breathlessly as the man rose from the small water-filled basin, limb for limb. It was this sight that had her paralysed, unable to turn her gaze away, forgetting for an instance where she was or how she had fallen to her knees. As he climbed from the small socket, the black scale tattoos on his torso almost seemed to ripple underneath the glistening droplets of water that still clung to his body.
“It truly is a shame” he said, never taking his eyes of her as he came towards her slowly. And where it had been him, just a few short hours ago, that had sat before her, bound at hands and feet, it was now her kneeling before him, motionless. Chamara knew that even in a room filled with the horrors of countless horrible deaths, past and present, the man before her was the sight she should fear the most. And yet, as she held the gaze of those unmatched eyes peering down on her she felt there was something more than fear holding her transfixed.
Before she could utter a reply, tendrils of water snaked their way from the basin behind him, curling around his form for an instance before darting out, catching her off guard and throwing her back against the door. The force of the current picked her up and held her suspended about a foot above ground with her arms above her head. Before she could fall once more to her knees, the tendrils around her wrists turned solid, keeping her hanging in place. Chamara took a sharp breath. She had expected him to be good, but this speed was… something else. She´d have no chance of escape, that much was certain.
As she was about to raise her eyes back to meet her captors´, she felt a slight breeze of air as his claw-like hand shot up towards her throat, hitting the wood behind her hard and pinning her head back. Even with her being suspended above ground, he still stood half a head taller than her and yet it was the closest they had ever been to one another. Close enough for her to smell his scent and feel a few droplets of water fall from his arm onto her bare chest, sending shivers through her. Perhaps because of this, it took her longer than him to notice the warm trickle of liquid running down her throat and creating a red streak towards her right breast. He must have grazed her neck when he reached out to grab her.
“Heavy bleeder, huh? That´s not good. At this rate, you´ll hardly be able to withstand anything,” he said with a smirk, shaking his head slightly as he reached out with one normal, human finger to touch the source of the bleed. She shuddered involuntarily at the touch but tried to stay collected. If escape wasn´t an option, she´d have to at least remain calm if she wanted to survive.
“It doesn´t have to be” she whispered. He turned his gaze back to her eyes, tilting his head just barely but enough to betray some level of confusion. “A shame.” she explained. “What happens now does not have to be a shame. For either of us.” He laughed darkly.
“I don´t think you´re in any position to be offering deals, little priestess,” he chuckled, running his finger down along the streak of blood to her right nipple, circling it with feather light touch. “Your body…your mind…your very life…are all in my hands right now, to do with as I please.” To accentuate his statement, he pinched the nipple suddenly and harshly, provoking a small gasp from her. And while his tone betrayed nothing but menacing intent, she could sense something more urging him on. Something no less powerful but far more primal.
“It´s not an offer,” she replied, trying to shake her head before realizing once more how tightly he held her. “I just think we can both agree that it would be a shame if you just killed me here. And while it would be possible for you, I also think it isn´t necessary.” She paused to gage his reaction and when he remained silent continued.
“I think we are far too caught up in apparent struggles over our differences to appreciate the similarities. I realize you think me a fool for my beliefs and I myself can´t state to understand yours, either,” Chamara said carefully, noticing the steeling of his grip around her throat at those words, “but if we go back to the origin…the sources of both our currents, I think we will find that they are one and the same. After all, Abzu and Tiamat were reflections in their natures, partners in creation and parents to common children both mortal and immortal.”
“What I´m saying,” Chamara concluded, “is that I, daughter of Tiamat, hope that we can see our creators´ wisdom in that we are stronger together than apart, son of Abzu.”
There was silence for a moment as the man before her looked her up and down, his gaze caressing the youthful curves of her body, the menace in his thoughts slowly being overshadowed by the other, primal impetus she had sensed before. Chamara felt her body flush and heart rate quicken as she recognized the emotion she was sensing. He desired her. Fiercely.
“You wish for us to take the gods´ example for how we should proceed?” He said once his eyes had travelled back to hers, his claw never relenting its´ grasp on her neck. “So be it.” And with that, he closed the distance between them, conquering her mouth with his own and drowning out the surprised gasp she was about to make. The kiss was forceful and unrelenting and Chamara could feel his hunger for her in every move of his lips and stroke of his tongue.
“It is your believe, after all, that Tiamat took Abzu inside of herself, isn´t that right?” he said between gasps as he let go of her just long enough to draw a few, quick breaths before once again sealing her lips with his own, giving her no time to respond. While his mouth was busy, his free hand trailed down her body. From her chest which he stroked softly, down over her stomach tracing the lines of her tattoos towards her waist and hips reaching the hem of her skirt. When she felt him tuck on it slightly, adrenaline set in and she squirmed and bucked violently, kicking him at hip height while also drawing blood from his lip with her teeth. She could taste the iron on her tongue as he pulled back, giving her a bemused look through narrowed eyes.
“Ah, so it´s going to be a bit of a struggle, hm? Very nice. Then it will be so much more fun to actually make you submit.” He moved his clawed hand away from her throat as he said this and even took a step back from her. Chamara could feel her heart pounding in her chest, dreading what would come next. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath creating a noticeable current in the void around them and she suddenly wasn´t so sure anymore if what she felt was truly dread or rather… anticipation.
Once again, tendrils of water appeared, this time wrapping around from his body to touch her all over. Two of them each grabbed one of her ankles, spreading her legs apart and keeping them still there. Another one snaked around her waist, pinning her more firmly to the door behind her while a fourth took the place where his claw had been, immobilizing her head. Finally, a fifth one, not being used to pin her down, brushed over her flesh like a living thing, snaking around her body and over her breasts creating a surprisingly gentle but strangely cool sensation. Chamara shuddered and closed her eyes trying to keep herself from making any sounds betraying the physical reactions he was inducing in her. When she tried to open them again, her eyelids – feeling strangely cold – would not move and when she opened her mouth to speak something wet and almost immaterial filled it, drowning out any sounds she might have made. Constrained, gagged and blind, she was now left alone only with the sensations on her skin, the trickling sounds they were accompanied by and the overwhelming mental surge of lust he was feeling, ever present in her mind now.
And perhaps it was just feeling the force of his desire in her own mind but the continued caresses of water over her breasts and down her sides, massaging and kneading her flesh began feeling unexpectedly pleasurable to her. Each time she felt the tendrils´ tip encircle one of her nipples she lost any focus she had tried to build up before, feeling herself make a useless attempt to moan through the water in her mouth. She cursed her body for betraying her so before realizing one important detail. Where was he? As far as she could tell, he hadn´t touched her since the water had grabbed her. He hadn´t spoken, either. Was he just watching this?
Her train of thought came to an abrupt stop as the tendril around her waist began to loosen and uncoil from around her, taking her garments with it. She now hung there, completely naked, as one tendril continued massaging her chest while the second began slowly creeping up the inner side of her legs. Despite the throbbing anticipation she felt between her legs, she still tried to squirm away from that touch moving ever closer to her core. It was of no use and so she could only wait with bated breath as the tendril found its´ way upwards slowly, teasingly, before suddenly quick as a snake darting right between her legs, stroking her there. She gasped loudly at that, too startled for a moment to realize that the water in her mouth had resided at that very instance making her sound of pleasure audible within the cabin. At the same time, she was once again able to open her eyes, blinking the water away, as she heard a chuckle from before her.
“Well, well, well. Someone´s having more fun than expected, hm?” she heard his deep voice coming from before her. When she was once again able to see clearly, she turned her head to that sound. She gasped once more but this time not only because of the water tendril still between her legs but also because of what she saw. All the tendrils still holding her seemed to be attached to his back with the two that were moving across her form curling around his arms, seemingly guided by small strokes of his fingertips. But Chamara had a hard time focusing on this display of magical cunning as her gaze was inadvertently drawn to and transfixed by the mans´ tattoos. He had apparently undressed since she´d last seen him and now stood naked before her giving her a first glimpse of the markings on his hips, black scales and waves seemingly drifting out from a current below circling inwards and meeting their origin at his cock. Standing fully erect, it gave the girl a good view of its´ full, impressive length and the delicate black markings that adorned it almost to the tip. She swallowed as her mouth suddenly felt dry.
With another quick flex of his fingers, the coil of water between her legs once again flicked across her clit drawing her attention back to her own body and eliciting a stifled moan. This time not content with a single touch, however, he continued his assault on her womanhood, stroking and circling her most vulnerable area persistently until it became harder and harder to hold back her sounds of pleasure. And as she hung there, panting and quivering from what he was doing to her, she realized the lust she was feeling was no longer just a projection of his mental state. It was her own raw desire that now made her squirm at his touch. Be it mental mysticism or not, she did not want this to end.
But, in the very moment that thought crossed her mind, it did, and the two tendrils which had been stroking her body dissolved into regular water, drenching her skin as it ran down her body. She let out a long, shaky sigh before biting her own lip to silence herself and glaring at the man before her. She tried telling herself that she was angry because he was apparently reading her mind but had to admit even to herself that she was much more disappointed that he had, in fact, stopped.
He took a few, flowing steps towards her until he stood directly before her again and she could feel his warm breath on her water-soaked skin. Then he reached out with his human hand to cup her right breast once again, twisting the nipple between forefinger and thumb. Chamara only bit her lip harder at that.
“Don´t you want me to continue, little girl?” he asked smugly as he bowed his head down to lick across her left nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it roughly. She only squirmed in response pushing herself up against the wooden door even more closely. He raised his head at that, giving her a disapproving look. “I´ve had quite enough of your squirming. You will be still now. Or face the consequences.” At those words, she felt something stone hard brush against her inner thigh and she couldn´t help but twitch.
The pain was sharp but quick as his claw dug into the flesh of her leg causing a small river of blood to run down her leg. She winced. “I said: No squirming.” He whispered in her ear while drawing his claws up over her inner thigh, just barely grazing the skin but not enough to cut into it again. “You wouldn´t want to cut yourself again, would you?” He let his head travel downwards again, leaving a trail of soft bites down her neck, stopping once at the small cut he had left earlier to lick up the fresh blood that had collected there before following its´ trail to her chest once more.
Simultaneously, his blue, thick scaled arm travelled further upwards, right in between her legs reaching her throbbing core once more. Despite the smooth, rock-like feel of his arm, compared to the water she had gotten used to, his touch felt hot to her skin, drawing out another moan from her. And yet, she remained still, partly because she was afraid of being cut again but mostly because she didn´t want to fight him anymore. This was too good; he was too good to resist. So, she closed her eyes and focused what remained of her willpower on keeping her body steady while he had his way with her.
Upstairs, he worked with his remaining hand and mouth, squeezing and biting her chest more harshly now leaving red marks behind on her skin. The pain mixed with the raw pleasure his other hand was inducing in her below created an intoxicating mixture which had her panting openly now, her own lust now rivalling what she felt from him. Although, all pain was quickly forgotten when she suddenly felt the man insert one of his clawed fingers into her, finding her wet and willing. She gasped in surprise but managed to remember his warning in time to remain motionless. Then she looked down at him in disbelieve. How was she supposed to stay still during all this?
Seemingly pleased with her state of arousal, he appreciatively sucked her nipple and quickly proceeded to push another finger into her. Starting to feel both the pain and slight trickle of blood from inside herself as he filled her, Chamara squeaked quietly. “Careful…” she pleaded. “I don´t…I haven´t yet…” she trailed off, feeling herself blush. “I didn´t squirm” she insisted finally.
He looked up at her in surprise. “Well, would you look at that? So, you´re inexperienced?” He grinned devilishly. “This is becoming progressively more fun.” He came back up to her level, kissing her on the lips again pushing his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, his two fingers receded slightly until he was filling her with just the tips, probing only gently at her entrance, all the while continuing to stroke her clit with his finger. It was less stimulation than before, enough to keep her stimulated but not for her pleasure to rise any further.
“Don´t worry.” he said after releasing her mouth, “I don´t intend to take your virginity just like this. When I do, it will be after more preparation… making both you and your body yearn for it. And it won´t be with my fingers.” He added with a smirk before kissing her again. And so, the torturously slow procedure continued, keeping her in a constant state of arousal never enough for there to be any hope of release, while he worked patiently to make her body more accustomed to the presence of his fingers. He managed to stretch her out far enough to re-insert both fingers fully and then even proceeded with a third before the penetration alone was enough to make her whimper.
“Please…” she whispered, not quite sure herself what she was asking for. All she knew was that she wanted more…wanted him. It was enough to give him pause. He pulled out his hand from between her legs and took a small step back. She whimpered again, at the loss of contact.
“Please…what?” he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, waiting. She let her gaze trail over his body, unsure of how to proceed, when it was once again drawn to his manhood, still standing fully erect, begging to be touched. She could sense from his emotions how ready he himself was, too, and how much he must be holding himself back. Suddenly, Chamara remembered a scene from her past lifes and knew exactly what she wanted to do next.
She focused her mind for an instance, drawing on the powers of the void, channelling them into the force sphere and directing them at her own form. He might be more powerful than her, but the element of surprise was still worth something. And she didn´t need control for long. When she let the forces go, she felt the powerful current grip both her and the water still clinging to her body, sending the liquid cascading down like a waterfall and making her fall roughly onto her knees.
Chamara heard a disapproving sound come from him as he stepped closer and she knew she had only moments before he tied her up again, assumably more securely this time. She sent him a single word through her mind: “this”, as she quickly sat up on her lower legs bringing her head on level height with his hips and instead of – as he seemed to expect – moving away from him, brought her head forward meeting his shaft with her lips and engulfing him in her moist cavity.
This time it was his turn to gasp audibly as his whole body seemed to freeze. Sensing his mix of surprise and lust, Chamara felt ever more confident in her plan. After taking him in fully and tracing his length with her tongue, she pulled back slowly, letting him fall from her mouth, close enough so he could feel her breath on his skin. She glanced upwards through her lashes to meet his gaze while scuffling into a more comfortable position until she was kneeling before him like in prayer. Seemingly still shaken from her initiative and action he didn´t say a word but simply stared into her eyes, letting her lead the way.
Not about to waste this chance, Chamara focused her attention back on her work. Reaching out tentatively with her hands, she grasped his member at the base, tracing some of his tattoos with her fingertips before guiding him back towards her mouth. Before taking him in, however, she dropped her gaze to look upon him, feeling her own anticipation grow. She wanted to taste him again and, more importantly, she wanted to see and feel him lose control. Pulling back his foreskin with one hand, she came back up to the tip with her lips and while looking back up directly into his eyes she slowly let him sink back in.
Having just been drenched in water from head to toe, he didn´t taste like much safe for the few drops of pleasure already present. Chamara licked those up hungrily, circling the head with her tongue while watching him exhale through gritted teeth. Once he was clean, she instead focused on his entire length, drawing him deep into her mouth and licking across the underside before pulling back again repeating the process. All the while, her hands were massaging the base of his member, one drifting off occasionally to gently caress his testicles. When she tried to look down again, she heard him growl. “No”, he said as he grabbed her head with his clawed hand, forcing her to make eye contact again. “I want you to look at me.” His grasp on her scalp was tight and the lust in his voice obvious and so Chamara obliged. She kept staring into those uneven eyes as they watched her licking and sucking on his manhood willingly and hungrily, the build-up of pleasure evident in their feral glow.
When his stance became unsteady, she felt his grip on her head tighten as he also began guiding her movements, increasing her speed and pushing himself deeper, into her throat. It was uncomfortable at first but seeing his facial reactions as he groaned made it up to her. She accelerated even more herself, using her hands to help stroke his full length as she simultaneously increased the pressure. It took only a few hard thrusts until she felt his whole body tighten and his penis released its´ seed deep in the back of her mouth. The wave of pleasure that washed over him was so strong that even just sensing its´ effects was enough to make her whole body tremble. Too unsteady now to even stand upright, the man sank to one knee making Chamara bow her head down to continue drinking his juices. Only once there was nothing more left, she raised it up again, took her hands away, folding them in her lap, and licked her lips.
It took the man a few moments to regain his composure, breathing heavily, during which Chamara kneeled before him patiently. When he raised his eyes again, he let them trail over her, seemingly enraptured by the devout pose. She sensed his hunger flare up once more and her own lust respond in turn. As he reached out one hand towards her lap, she shuddered in anticipation but was disappointed to find him simply laying it onto the cut he had left in her flesh earlier. Chamara had quite forgotten it was there during all this despite it still bleeding heavily. He took one deep breath while covering the cut with his hand and when he uncovered it again, the cut was gone.
“We wouldn´t want you to faint from blood loss yet” he commented with a smirk before grabbing her throat with his other, unnatural arm quick as a snake pushing her back onto the floor, pinning her down with his weight, his body between her still raised knees. She yelped in surprise but was quickly silenced by a piece of cloth being shoved in her mouth and then twisted behind her head, securing it there.
“There, there. You have such skill with your mouth, why waste it on talking?… or screaming” he whispered menacingly. Chamara recognized her makeshift gag as his own clothing but was too focused on his words to care much. He said she shouldn´t scream hinting at malicious intent and yet she could only sense his lust for her in his thoughts. It was surprising even to herself that by now his actions were no longer frightening to her but instead only stoked her own desires. When the hand he had healed her with came travelling upwards stroking over her most sensitive area and finding her wetness, only the gag caused her to remain silent.
“Good, you´re ready” he murmured as he was peering down on her, “I wasn´t going to wait any longer anymore.” With that, he picked her up, threw her across his shoulder and got up. This time, even the gag was not enough to silence her completely as she shrieked in surprise. He slapped her across her behind earning another shriek as he carried her to the small socket in the middle of the room.
Lifting the basin of water off with his magic and setting it aside, he proceeded to lift her up again, turn her around and lay her down onto her stomach. This put her into a position where only her ass was up in the air, with both her legs and upper body hanging down over the edges of the socket, her legs barely long enough to touch the ground. Chamara felt the blood rush to her head as the man behind her spread her legs further apart with his body, getting into position. She tried to gulp but the gag would not allow such movement. Instead, she simply tried to brace herself.
This proved to be futile effort as she was still caught off guard when he plunged his full length into her from behind. Chamara whimpered in pain as she felt herself begin to bleed while trying to dig her toes into the ground to give herself some stability.
The man remained still within her for a moment, stroking her buttocks gently and she suddenly felt the blood flow cease again. When he seemed nearly done with healing her, he began to move again, thrusting into her harshly and counteracting his magical efforts. But he didn´t stop again. Neither with his aggressive assault, nor with the persistent flow of magic he was using to heal any harm he was causing with it. It meant that while the pain was never gone completely, Chamara also didn´t feel it for long enough to be truly bothered by it. She could instead focus on the feel of his member inside of her, filling her repeatedly, making her whole body shake in rhythm with his thrusts.
With the blood pooling in her head she already felt like she couldn´t go on much longer, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. In that moment, her gaze was drawn to the basin as once again a tendril of water rose above its rim and then darted out quickly above her head and out of her sight.
She didn´t have any time to contemplate its destination before she already felt it snake its´ way between their bodies, running over his hand on her buttocks. Then it reached her anus and she bucked violently as it pressed itself inside, filling her from that angle as well. It made the sensation of him inside of her even stronger as it tightened her muscles further, earning an appreciative sigh from him. This only caused him to quicken his pace, plunging into her rhythmically as his lust was nearing another high. Chamara, whose own pleasure was only amplified by his, could take it no longer. She saw the world go dark before her eyes as all the lust he´d build up in her came crashing down on top of her, burying her mind in bliss and tightening every muscle in her body. Faintly, she heard him swear through gritted teeth as her clenching muscles also brought him over the edge, filling her with his seed and losing control over his magic, letting the water run out of her. His climax only stoked her crescendo even more and their bodies rocked in unison as waves of pleasure washed over them, their minds connected in ecstasy.
When the sensations ebbed down, the man was first to regain his composure, pulling her up from the socket and holding her against his frame and wrapping his arm around her waist. Chamara, still exhausted and now also feeling lightheaded from the blood loss could not seem to focus her gaze. Instead, she let it trail across the room finally settling on the still pool of water in the basin faintly reflecting the room.
To her dazed mind it seemed almost like two gods, long since connected in spirit, finding together in body as well. And with that thought, everything went black.
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