NervousBird419, Author at NSFW story

Willow (1988) FanFic: Madmartigan and Sorsha NSFW

After weeks of rebuilding, cleanup, political roundtables, and a thousand other things that were required to get the kingdom stable once more, Sorsha was exhausted. The seemingly endless battles against outlying villages to purge the followers of Bavmorda had made all of the knights of Galladoorn more than a little tired. Patience had begun to wear thin.

When Sorsha was finally able to untie her long red hair she could feel the tension release from her scalp. Hearing the soft sounds of Elora Danan as she fussed her way to sleep in the next room brought a gentle smile to her face. The baby was not something she had planned on, but was everything her heart needed.

She unlaced her armor and removed one piece at a time careful to store it safely in the trunk by her bed. The soft jingle of her mail collar as it sunk into the wooden chest reminded her of childhood memories. It was the first piece she was given after archery training. She brushed her fingers across the firm links, feeling the cold soak through her hand. Her eyes closed briefly and she breathed in the familiar smells of leather and iron. Read more »

Of strap-ons and men

She returned to their bedroom to finding him kneeling on the bed. His head was down, but she could see the corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky smile. She surveyed the scene to see what he thought he was getting away with.

Her initial glance didn’t reveal his little secret, until she looked at the “gift” left on her pillow. There, with a tiny red bow tied around it, was her strap-on. It took all her will power not to break into a grin also.

“So, you think you get to choose what we do and when?” She said, making sure to keep a lightness in her voice, to ensure he knew he wasn’t actually in trouble.

He didn’t respond, but she could see his eyes dart towards hers to try and read her expression.

Although she was new to this aspect of their relationship and felt hesitant in taking control most of the time, it did thrill her to see him so worried about her opinion. Read more »

Sweet and Savory

It was his words that seduced her first. The way he made her laugh. The way she felt wanted and cared for, before he ever attempted to take her clothes off. After his words it was the look in his eyes. She could see him linger on her body. Holding her gaze for longer than needed. She could see he would never take her for granted. He cared not only about ravaging her, but also about her mind and heart.

It was with those thoughts in mind that she offered herself freely. She bent to his will, whenever he wanted. Regardless of place and time, her body belonged to him. Bent over in a parking lot. Hidden under a desk with his cock in her mouth. Pushed against a cave wall during a camping trip.

In this case he had driven hours to meet her. It had been weeks since they could be side by side and she had no idea he was coming. He was going to use that fact to his advantage. He pulled into the driveway and could see her through the front window, lounging on the couch. Grinning to himself he slid out of his car and made his way to the front door. Read more »

Bedtime

The images that dance through her head as she waits for sleep to come are equal parts sweet and terribly dirty. This is her favorite part of the day, because her imagination gets to run wild. There are no limits, inhibitions, no societal standards to keep her from experiencing every sexual desire she could possibly have.

Her hand begins playing with her own chest, only in her mind it’s a man from her past doing the playing. Imaging his lips and tongue moving over her delicate skin. His hands grab, twist, and pull. Sensitive nipples erect and longing. His mouth eager as it moves from one breast to the other.

As his head moves down her stomach he transforms into her current love. Its his mouth she pretends is moving across her aching pussy. His lips and tongue instead of her own hand. Her thighs tremble and her back arches as the first bit of fire runs through her. No one can use their mouth the way he can. Read more »

Pet in Training

He sleeps soundly, exhausted from the previous days work. His alarm isn’t expected to go off for another half hour. Suddenly he feels a warm, delicate touch against his skin. He groggily wakes, blinking the sleep from his eyes and feeling his wife’s tounge running the length of his cock… who is also waking up at her touches.

He rises from bed and finds her wearing her collar and leash, and nothing else. She sits up eagerly seeing that he is awake.

“Good morning Sir”, she says with a smile.

He leans forward and kisses her sweetly and then forcefully takes her by the hair.

“Did I say you could stop sucking my cock little pet?”

She lets the obvious disappointment show on her face as she leans down to take his huge cock in her mouth once again. Seeing her expression he smiles and gently pulls her by her hair up to his mouth again. Touching her face gently with one hand and pulling her mouth against his with her leash he kisses her sweetly.

“You’re such a good little pet that surprises me this way” he says, holding her face close to his. Read more »

Quarantango

Being locked inside was really starting to damage her calm. She passed in front of the window like a tiger at the zoo. Muscles tight, limbs stretching and arching. She could feel the blood rushing to her most sensitive body parts and the hunger for touch was becoming unbearable.

Pulling her computer into her lap she angrily hit the keys to bring up her favorite porn site and then just as angrily slammed the computer closed. She knew it wouldn’t satisfy her. She stormed from room to room, looking at her collection of toys, outfits, and props. Nothing seemed to offer the release she so desperately needed.

Taking a deep breath she threw her curtains back and looked out at the street. The traffic had died back and pedestrians were few and far between, but there were glimpses of life just beyond the glass. A feral grin toyed at the edges of her mouth. A tingle ran down the length of her spine and the hair on her body seemed to stand on end for a moment. She knew what she could do. Read more »

The Mistress and her brat (bdsm)

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. The way her hands were strapped to the bed made it impossible for her to wiggle free from her Mistress’ firm hand. Her throat was nearly closed by the tight grip and her eyes began to lose focus. Just when she thought she would black out her Mistress let her up for air.

“Sweet, silly girl. Are you done misbehaving for tonight? Can I get on with my plans?” Her Mistress said playfully.

Mistress’ hand moved from her throat to her deliciously hard nipple. Giving it a tug and then a small slap. The attention to her tit caused her to moan and her back to arch.

“Yes, Mistress…”

It seemed like this punishment had gone on for hours, but in reality it had been 15 minutes. The brat had wasted no time when it came to forcing the dominant woman’s hand. Mouthing off, struggling against restraints, such a poor example of a good little slave. The Mistress smiled to herself, this was one of the reasons she loved this particular toy the most. Her spirit. Read more »