This is my first attempt a fantasy Erotica. It is a snapshot of a longer piece I intend to write… This is meant as a probe to see if there would be any interest in a tale like this one. A shoutout to u/Shooting_Star9696 (u/D34d_Inside_) who has graciously volunteered to be my muse: “You have an amazing beauty about you, thank you for inspiring me”
An old English style four poster bed with red velvet curtains and black borders stand beneath a partially open window holding a bound woman. Her forearms and shins were wrapped in red silken cloth secured by black braided cord. The cord wrapped around her limbs just below the elbow and knees twice from where it flows over her lower extremities in Shibari fashion before wrapping around her ankles and wrists twice. Each limb is bound to a different bed post. She is lying on her back on deep red silk bedding, blind folded, with a white Silk sheet draped over her naked body. Lemongrass Scented candles are burning all around the room. A light breeze wafting in the smell of rain and earth from outside. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles as a figure approaches with silent footsteps on woolen carpets surveying her spread-eagle frame under the silk sheet emphasizing her every curve. He used to be a large man, standing 8 feet tall, barrel chested and heavily muscled, but now they call him Oath Breaker, for he is demon tainted. A particularly strong gust of wind moves the silk sheet just enough to make it slide off her body slowly. He starts caressing her body, barely touching her with his fingertips. He starts at her left wrist and moves his hand down the inside of her arm, when he reaches her shoulder he moved upward to the top of her shoulder following her collarbone tracing up her neck gently working his way around her ear: bottom ,back, top, front. Moving along her jawline and tracing her lips with one finger. He cups her face in both hands and brushes her lips with his. From her chin his thumbs move down between her breasts, fingers spread like the wings of an eagle, meticulous not to touch. As he passes the bottom of her breast, he allows the tips of his fingers to gently touch the side of her body, tickling her ribs. He looks up as she flinches slightly, but almost immediately relaxing back into his touch. A small smile crosses her lips, ‘Sydney, true beauty like the world has never seen’ he thinks. Just before reaching her center both hands move sideways in a flowing movement along the side of her hips lightly caressing the outside of her legs up to her knees and then traveling back up her legs on the inside up her thighs just barely missing her shaved lips. With fingers spread out and thumbs close to her navel, his small finger caressing the skin on her side close to where the bed sheeting touches her back, moving up to her breasts stopping just short of touching them. His thumbs already between her breasts, follow the curve around the bottom of her twin peaks moving upward back toward her shoulders, again circling her ears, her lips, moving down and covering her entire chest. The touch abruptly ends. Rough fingers start circling her nipples, careful to make only the slightest contact. Both hands caress her stomach slowly moving down until gently touching her thigh line brushing the skin of her lips. He stops and the pressure on her body increases with his thumbs pushing her lips together. The pressure releases and his hands wander, upwards, tracing her curves. When he reaches her breasts his thumbs gently caress her nipples in a circular motion. Her skin erupts with goose pimples and he smiles a knowing smile. He brings his mouth close to her breast and allowing his tongue to sweep over her nipple two times, three times. Lips moving upwards, occasionally brushing her skin. He blows a hot breath in her neck, nibbles her ear, lighting flashes and thunder rumbles, in a low voice he asks: “What next?”
She just groans in response and inhales his scent deeply with her chest rising of the bed. She tries to bring her knees together, but the restraints prevent her from moving far. Dumadin breathes her sent deeply- the smell of the ocean lingers on her skin- and lets a long hot breath out into her neck. He starts kissing her jawline sensually making his way towards her mouth. He brushes her lips with his but pulls away as she tries to kiss him. He places a hand around her neck gently but firmly pinning her to the bed and allows his tongue to caress her lips. He releases her and starts kissing her softly on the chin moving down her neck with a wet kiss followed by a warm breath making the skin cool under his touch. When he reaches the side of her neck, without warning he bites down, not breaking the skin or even causing pain, just applying pressure to the neck with his tongue stroking her skin. She turns her head to give him better access as a small moan escapes her. He continues sensually kissing her with a deep kiss and a hot breath until he is between her breasts. He lets his tongue trail up her breast until he finds an erect nipple and then closing his mouth, sucks it hard once, twice; a third time before releasing and trailing his tongue towards the other nipple. He just gently circles the breast with kisses and teases the nipple with the tip of his nose. He continues with the sensual kisses further down. With every kiss getting closer to her center he can feel her stomach muscles contract and relax, causing her chest to heave. He places his last kiss just above the spot where her pleasure center is hidden, inhales her scent deeply and blows a hot breath over her lips, long and soft. He kisses her inner thighs, occasionally allowing his cheek to brush her dripping mound. He brushes her lips with his and briefly slips his tongue between them putting pressure on her center before taking it away. She tastes heavenly. She groans and her hips thrust forward trying to maintain the pressure but he pulls back and chuckles in a low rumble echoing the thunder storm outside, he places sensual kisses up her stomach and past her breasts, up her neck and kisses her deeply, he forces his tongue into her mouth her body convulsing trying to find some contact some pressure from his body. He pulls back and traces a finger around her ear lobe, down her jawline, over her lips, down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach and places his hand over her lips allowing his middle finger to lay between her lips at the entrance, close enough to feel her warm and wet inside but not entering her. She thrusts her hips forward again trying to force him inside her to no avail. Under his hand he can feel her body getting warm to the touch, he pulls his hand upwards allowing his finger to put pressure on her center for a brief moment, she gasps again, he envelops her breast in his hand, leans down and kisses her deeply. He nibbles on her ear again and asks in a low rumble: “Fire or Ice?”
“Ice,” she pleads, as she tries to regain her breath, his body radiating heat like a furnace.
He reaches into the bucket on the bed stand and puts two ice cubes into his hand. As the water starts to drip, he lets the ice-cold droplets fall onto her nipples. Two drops, three drops, four drops. Each drop exploding with sensation on her skin. He moves to the other breast leaving a trail of droplets down her cleavage, one drop, two drops, three drops, a small gasp escaping her with each droplet. He moves the droplets down, making a trail of translucent pearls past her navel, and then on the inside of her thighs, down one leg and up the other. With his free hand he pulls her lips back to reveal her center and allows two drops to fall directly on her clit, the drop lingers for a moment and then rolls down between her lips vanishing in her wetness. Another drop….. Her back arcs and she groans long and deep with delight. ‘Almost’ he thinks to himself. He released her lips and allows the droplets to fall into her navel, once full he bends down and sucks the water up almost tasting her excitement. He feels his hand is going numb from the ice. He moves the ice to the other hand and quickly places his cold hand on her center with his almost frozen fingers between her lips not entering her but slightly stretching her dripping opening and putting pressure on her center, at the same time his other hand rubs the ice cubes on her nipples, around her breasts, around her navel and back up to her breasts making her nipples stand erect and her entire body explode with pleasure. She writhes and grinds herself against his hand which he holds firm occasionally allowing the very tip of his fingers to slide inside her and almost immediately back out. She groans deeply and breathes heavily. He pulls his hand upwards revealing her center and he places the ice cube one her center and starts moving it in a circular motion increasing and decreasing the pressure at irregular intervals. He moves the ice down one lip and up another back to the center. The cool water running down into her opening, mixing with her own wetness. She gasps and moans loudly almost drowning out the rushing of the rain on the roof. He can feel the frequency of her stomach muscle contraction getting quicker. ‘First Wave’ he smiles to himself; this is what he has been waiting for. The cube of ice has almost melted, and he pushes the last sliver into her opening while massaging her center with the hand holding it open. Slow hard massages getting faster and harder, he reaches back to the ice bucket and pulls out the glass rod he had left in there, the wave of pleasure was cresting… with one quick motion he shoves the rod inside her, deep. His timing is perfect. She screams, her back arches, her breath catches, her hips rise from the bed. As he pulls out the glass rod, lighting flashes, thunder claps, the wave breaks and stream of clear fluid leaves her in an arc, she falls back to the bed panting. He still slowly massages her center, and her contractions begin ebbing away like the rolling thunder, the restraints preventing her from pulling her knees together. He removes his hand and kisses her deeply, their tongues entwining and his dry hand on her breast. “Enough? “he asks.
“No” she whispers with a shaking voice.
He unties her hands and removes the blind fold so she can play with her breasts and he can look into her eyes. Her eyes. He still remembers the day he met her, her eyes were cold and grey, she had lost the will to live, and her soul had started dying. If he had not stepped in that day, she would have been lost to the nether realm. As their relationship grew, the color started returning to her eyes, and the embers of her soul started to light up again. Now her eyes were ocean blue, a man could drown in those eyes while standing in a desert. His ‘Lady of the Deep’ as he had nicknamed her. He sits down cross legged next to her. His hands are big and rough, his red skin contrasting sharply with her pale porcelain skin, but he has always known how to use them. She lies still, panting, but lying otherwise motionless, thunder rumbles in the distance. He lightly caresses her body with a feather like touch, moving at random between her breasts, nipples stomach and thigh, not touching her center at all. He looks into her fathomless eyes, small white lines milling on their surface like the foam from small cresting waves, her eyes always got more intense when she felt strong emotion. He moves his free hand gently down her thigh and placed his hand under her ass, her soft round ass, he closes his eyes and leans his head backwards drinking in his surroundings. The sound of the rain on the roof. The sound of her panting, the scented candles and her excitement. He loses himself momentarily until her hand gently caresses his thigh. His eyes flash open, his obsidian pupils glowing faintly red from the lines of fire running through them. His desire for her burning hotter than the fires of hell, but tonight was for her, to show her she is worthy of love, worthy of being treated like the goddess she was. With his hand under her cheeks he places his thumb at her entrance between her lips, not yet inside but also not completely outside. She stiffens with anticipation. “Relax” he says in a deep calming rumble. He finishes the round trip around her breast and goes back to her mound. He pulls her hood upward with his middle finger and thumb to reveal her glowing clit, sensitive from the ice, and starts to massage it in slow large circular movements, immediately he can start feeling the excitement building in her stomach muscles. She moves her hands slowly to her breasts and starts playing with her nipples, breathing deeply and slowly. She did not have abnormally large breasts, he thought, but they suited her body perfectly. Her areolas were a light shade of pink but stood out prominently against her white skin, with pink nipples accentuating the twin peaks. He steadily starts increasing the motion on her center staying in rhythm and moving his thumb up and down her lips and opening. Her hips start following the rhythm and he increases the pressure on her center. He can feel the energy building and she struggles to hold back the wave of pleasure. She starts to writhe around while pinching and squeezing her breasts. The low groan constant, almost inaudible. As he feels the wave about to break he suddenly pushes his thumb inside her, deep and hard and momentarily stops the movement on her center, she gasps and her back arches but the wave does not break, he went in to soon, as planned, he restarts the motion on her center but this time in straight hard movements getting faster while pushing his thumb in and out, in rhythm with the strokes. The wave does not dissipate but keeps building past the previous breaking point. Her moans become louder and her stomach contractions more out of control, he increases the pressure, the wave takes longer to build but he can feel the dam ready to burst, her breathing shortens and becomes shallow, sweat is dripping off her forehead, her stomach muscles tense to release the energy but once again he stops the movement preventing the wave from breaking. He quickly resumes the motion on her center not allowing the energy to dissipate but building once again past the breaking point, her hand grips his thigh and her white nails having begun to reform into her razor sharp claws dig into his skin. He groans in delight. He removes his thumb, turns his palm upwards and enters her with his index and middle finger. He quickly finds the rough riffled spot inside her and starts to stroke it in rhythm with her center. She moans and groans, twists and jerks her eyes unfocused lost in the sea of energy, euphoria, lust and pleasure. The wave builds and builds, his pressure and speed on her center increasing with every contraction in perfect harmony with her body’s movement. He looks at her twisting body and groaning face as her body stiffens and her eyes, a blue so deep its almost black, lock on his. For a moment that spanned an eternity they were looking into each other’s eyes truly seeing each other. As their souls touch, there is absolute silence, peace and serenity, like the deep breath before the plunge. The moment vanishes as all sound and feeling comes crashing back as the tidal wave of pleasure washes over her. As he pulls his fingers out of her, clear liquid arcs out of her, a second time and a third time, each wave hitting her like an avalanche. He continues massaging her center going slower with every release aiding the ebbing of energy and allowing her to ride the wave of pleasure to the shore. The eye contact never broke. When he releases her, her body shudders with the aftershock of the release and she closes her eyes, enjoying the bliss. He just sat there, watching her, not moving nor speaking, just watching. When she finally opens here eyes and finds him waiting, she pulls him to her and kisses him deeply, intimately, her body hot with exertion and covered in a sheet of sweat glistening in the candlelight. He pulls back looking at her, resting his bulk on his elbows, with candlelight reflecting off his obsidian rams’ horn, when he asks: “Do you want more?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jfj8f7/the_lady_of_the_deep_a_sensual_fantasy_erotic