Moonstruck

Humming to herself, Salamander returned to her attic apartment a little before midday, her arms laden with packages from the markets of Nexus – mainly groceries now that she had another two mouths to feed, but also sexual restraints and toys of various kinds. Sun-boya had better appreciate these, she thought, unwrapping the toys and arranging them on her bed. As she looked at them, she felt a little thrill, remembering her mate's dream from last night. “Well, as long as I'm alone, I might as well start breaking you in,” she said, picking up her new dildo and settling back on her bed, her new purchases clattering to the floor as she absently swept them away and lost herself in a fantasy...
 
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Salamander moaned softly as Anshu trailed kisses down her body. She was nude and bound spread-eagled on her bed, completely at his mercy. In some ways it felt strange to trust so utterly in someone she'd known for less than a full day, yet she couldn't not trust him – not when there was that place in the back of her mind where she could feel his thoughts and feelings.

She lost her train of thought as Anshu reached his destination and began exploring her with his tongue. When he found her clit, she gasped and strained at her bonds, trying to clamp his head in place between her legs.

Gratified by her reaction, Anshu paid careful attention to the nub of sensitive flesh, pressing on it, circling it, rubbing and toying with it, coaxing moans and cries of pleasure from her lips - and then, abruptly, he stopped, just as she was on the brink of climax. But she didn't have long to wait before he buried his hard cock deep inside her. She moaned again as he rammed into her, harder, faster, until she felt herself clench around him and screamed.
 
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Dhiren hesitated briefly as he heard Salamander scream from outside her apartment, then went ahead and barged through the door. *I'm a Lunar now, I don't have to be afraid of what might make people scream like that,* he reminded himself. “Salamander? Are you all right?”

Salamander's answer came back in short gasps, as if she had lost her breath: “Yes – I'm – fine – Dhiren.”

He followed the sound of her hard breathing, then froze and blushed bright red when he saw her lying naked on her bed, holding in one hand a freshly used dildo. For a moment, Dhiren stared, but then he remembered himself, and he turned his face to stare very determinedly at the ceiling. “S-sorry,” he stammered. “I heard your scream and I thought you might be in trouble.”

“No need to be embarrassed, Dhiren,” Salamander chided him gently as she reached for her clothes. “It's just a body. We all have them, they're nothing to be ashamed of.”             

“Yeah, but...” Dhiren continued to stare upwards, acutely uncomfortable. “You're a girl, and a really pretty one. Boys aren't supposed to see girls naked.”

Salamander didn't say anything for a moment. Partly that was because she was getting dressed, and partly because she was reflecting on what Anshu had told her about how Dhiren had Exalted in the first place. He was awfully young for a Lunar – as young as the stories said her teacher Raksi had been – but despite his youth, he was already shooting up and broadening out, and he looked to be very handsome in a few years. After he'd been taken by slavers, he'd caught the eye of a Cynis Dynast, who'd bought him and taken him back to her suite here in Nexus. Anshu hadn't told her much of what had happened there, but Dhiren had gone into the suite as a mortal and left it a Lunar – a naked Lunar, who tensed at the sight of whips – and that told her all she really needed to know.

Finally, she said, “You may be a boy for now, Dhiren, but you'll be a man soon, and then the rules will be different. You might want to start getting ready for it ahead of time.” She fastened her robe and added, “You can look now.”

Dhiren glanced down tentatively, then lowered his face from the sky and smiled at her. “I'll think about it,” he said.

“Good. Now, hungry? Now that I have a grown man and a growing boy in the house, I went out and got some food this morning.” Salamander herded Dhiren toward the area she'd set aside as a kitchen. *They only just got here yesterday evening, and I'm already head-over-heels in love with one and practically ready to adopt the other!* she shook her head. *Well, the bond's to blame for the first, and I think Dhiren's going to need a substitute mother until he can get back to his real one.

*Oh well. At least if I have to play a mother I have a delicious “father” to play house with. Hurry home, Sun-boya. I got you some presents, and I'm certain you'll love them.*
 
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*Hurry home, Sun-boya. I got you some presents, and I'm certain you'll love them.* Salamander's thought flowed unbidden into Anshu's mind across the bond. And while the thought itself was innocuous enough, the emotional undertones and mental images that accompanied it were not. Anshu found himself getting hard as he was standing in the atrium speaking with the elderly couple running the orphanage where he'd placed the other children he'd rescued from the slavers. The Vermulas were devoted members of the Cult of the Illuminated, and he felt dismally certain they'd soon start directing at least a few prayers directly to him.

He was nearly fully erect now, and while the soft, stretchy material of his pants was perfect for the kind of moving a martial artist needed to do, it wasn't very good at concealing inconvenient erections. He decided to accelerate the farewells. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Vermula. I'm sure the children will be perfectly fine in your hands until I can arrange for them to be taken home. And, if you'll excuse me, I really should be on my way so that I can see about making those arrangements.” He bowed politely to them and left.

*What in Creation is she thinking, sending me thoughts like that? Doesn't she know what they do to me? Of course she does, that's why she does it. I can't go talk to merchant factors and ship captains in this state... I suppose I'll have to go back to the apartment and see what she's cooked up for me this time,* he thought, very carefully and deliberately without even the slightest hint of eager anticipation.
 
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Anshu arrived at the apartment just in time to share in the midday meal. Afterwards, Dhiren headed back to the Parko Llana to continue experimenting with his new powers.

Salamander gave him an impish grin. “So... ready to find out what your presents are, Sun-boya?”

The entire time they’d been eating, she had sent him sporadic mental images – flashes of fantasy, some from last night's shared dream, others new, but all tantalizing. He was aching with desire now, but he couldn't let himself admit it or act on it. She didn't even need the bond to know how he felt; all she had to do was look down. “Whether I'm ready or not, you're obviously about to show me anyway.”

“Well, yes,” she admitted, leading him to her bed. “I'll need your help to get into part of it, though,” she told him as she disrobed, then laid down and tossed some leather thongs at him. “Here, Sun-boya. Use these to tie your Anathema down.”

Anshu swallowed hard and tied her to the bed, one limb to each of the four posts, then stepped back.

“Enjoying the view?” Salamander teased, grinning up at him. “I'm completely at your mercy. Couldn't stop you from doing anything, even if I wanted to.” She arched her back and dropped her eyes to the bulge between his legs. “Well, I suppose technically I could, but I wouldn't want to.” She looked back up at his face and grinned again. “There's a ring gag, too. In case you decide you can't trust your Anathema not to bite.” She clicked her teeth at him, and he flinched.

“You look so incredibly tempting...” Anshu told her, no longer able to keep the desire out of his voice.

“That's the idea,” Salamander agreed, arching her back again. “And we're all alone...” She showed him her fantasy from that morning, and grinned in satisfaction as he started desperately to strip down. For a moment she thought she'd actually persuaded him to abandon his vow of celibacy, but her hopes were dashed as he got onto the bed, and straddled her stomach. “I'd rather you be between my legs,” she grumbled, “but at least the view is nice.”

“Silence, Anathema,” Anshu commanded as he stroked himself.

Salamander stopped talking, out loud at least. *Of course, Sun-boya. But just you wait till I get you tied up like this, she thought at him. Your vows might not save you then.*

He didn't respond; she could feel how close he already was to orgasm, how quickly his pleasure was mounting. On the one hand, it was gratifying to know she could get him this worked up with only a few words and thoughts. On the other hand, if he couldn't learn to slow himself down... *I'll just tell him he needs to endure and resist the temptation for as long as possible. Biggest problem after that will be getting him to cum at the end,* she thought, stifling a grin.

With a groan, Anshu climaxed, his cum spurting out to cover her face and breasts. The pleasure of his release flooded her mind pushed her into orgasm as well, and she arched and threw her head back, catching Anshu's last few spurts on her neck and the underside of her chin.

After she relaxed, she opened her eyes and smiled gooily up at him. “That was fun, Sun-boya. Let's do it again, only this time, you get to be the one tied to the bed...”