Thanks for the Memories

((Warnings not in original list:: M/F/F, DP, Toys So if that offends you then don't read this chapter. Thank you for your understanding))

A heavy clatter resounded as a porcelain knickknack fell prey to gravity, forced off its perch by the ungainly patrons of the room. A giggle bubbled in the silence that the crash had left behind and then a deep chuckle. Pushed against the wall, the young man with dark red hair looked down at the woman that had placed him in such a way, “See what you’ve done, missy?”

She laughed and pressed her forehead into his chest, shaking with amusement, “I know, I know.” She fell into her giggles again, hardly able to stand. His strong arms held her easily and he pulled her until her toes barely slid along the floor as she laughed anew, “Stop it, Kazuki! Put me down!”

The monk chuckled as she playfully slapped his shoulder, “Why? You can’t walk a straight line let alone make it up those stairs. Not my fault you can’t hold your ale, Marissa.”

She pouted up at him, her bright blue eyes shimmering in the dim light cast by the lanterns outside, “Not my fault I’m so small. I’m not that drunk anyway. I’ll show you.”

He let her wrench out of his grip, shaking his head with an amused smile as she stumble right away. He reached out and held her wrist firmly, striding forward. He was a bit more than buzzed himself, the room feeling hazy and his words feeling slow as they filtered through his mind and past his lips. She staggered until she was at his side, leaning heavily against him as they ascended the staircase. He half felt that the woman’s giggles were more crippling than the alcohol in her system, but he was enjoying the unique quality of her laugh.

Marissa’s foot caught itself at the last step and she nearly fell in a heap on the dark wooden panels, but thankfully her gentlemanly companion caught her about the waist. Her hat toppled off her ginger locks and the stiff brim caused it to roll a good distance down the hall. Both of them nearly collapsed with amusement and Kazuki pulled her up to her feet, chuckling deeply. She pressed herself against him and her lips fleetingly teased his own with a kiss. She grinned lecherously and turned, heading off down the hall before slipping into an open door with a coy glance as she passed from view.

Kazuki smirked, “Someone’s having a good time, I see.” He spoke the observation more to himself as he casually strode down the hall. Part of him welled with uncertainty, a nervousness rising to tingle his mind, but the rest easily ruled it away with the help of the alcohol coursing through him. They say too much of a good thing could be dangerous, but I think I’ll take my chances.

He leaned against the door frame as he entered her room, his eyes only briefly glancing at his surroundings. Only a few things stood out through the mists of his inebriation; a tall chest of drawers made from lovely dark wood, the closet at the far end of the room with its doors pulled a bit apart to reveal numerous clothing within, and, of course, the king’s size bed on the other side of the room where the giddy young woman now sat. His mind was immediately purged of all else as their eyes met, her looking at him with a devious little grin that he was certain meant nothing more than an act. He stepped into the room with a sly smile, “Looks like you made it without falling on the floor. Maybe you were just pretending earlier.”

She giggled again and beckoned him closer with a thin finger, “Who knows? Now, get over here, handsome.”

He was pretty sure he knew, but he did as she requested. He walked purposefully slow, letting his eyes rove over her shape as she sat atop her folded legs at the end of the bed. What truly captured his interested, though, were her eyes. By heavens, they were beautiful. He leaned closer to her, as if drawn in by that gaze, and pressed his hands into the plush surface of the bed. His face hovered near with a smirk, “Now what would you have me do, mi’lady?”

She giggled again, running her finger along his jaw line and holding his chin as she spoke with her lips so close to his that it was maddening, “Kiss me.”

He needed no more convincing than that simple, but very arousing, command. He kissed her slowly at first with deft, purposeful presses before greedily raiding her mouth. Her light moan reverberated in the moist cavern and he shivered as anticipation coursed through him, embracing her tongue with his own as his hands lifted of their own accord. The fingers of his left hand wove through her beautiful locks of hair, soft and full to the touch, and his right pleadingly pulled at the dip in her waist. He felt the room flourish and dim with a dizzying haze as they both drifted to lie on the bed, her petite body arching against him. His hand slowly trailed up her body until his thumb caressed her breast through the fabric of her lavish costume.

Her breath faltered and she fell into another fit of giggles, Kazuki hovering over her and watching her amused expression with a smile. He chuckled, “I’m sorry, did you just want a kiss and nothing more?”

Marissa raised a skeptical eyebrow before placing her hands on his broad shoulders, fighting another fit of laughter. Her lips hovered close to his ear, barely brushing against his skin as her warm breath gently caressed him in a smooth, lustful voice, “I want so many things from you.”

He felt an unnatural pull of force, radiating from the girl’s palms, and he soon found himself looking up at Marissa, the soft bedding against the haggard skin of his back. He blinked in surprise at the woman now straddling him, holding his shoulders down with a laughable pressure. He could get up if he wished it, he was sure, but instead he smirked, “Is that so? What if I choose not to give them freely?”

Of course it was a blatant lie, as they both well knew. He could feel the surge of lust welling within him almost as well as Marissa could feel the bulge in his pants pressing with need against her inner thigh. Her hands slid down his arms and he tensed slightly, the look in the otherwise innocent girl’s eyes beginning to stir something akin to caution within him. He was still swaying with the flow of the evening’s drink and this feeling passed quickly, but soon his worries were realized as her hands clasped around his wrists. He felt an uncomfortable burning sensation and could see a faint glow emanating from where she held him fast. He writhed slightly, yelping more in surprise than in pain, but found that he could not move his arms from her grip.

She released his wrists after a moment and sat back with a smug grin on her face. The innocent façade that she wore the entire evening faded slightly as she stared down at him, her eyes dancing with lust, “I think you’ll find that I can take whatever I want with or without your choice in the matter, sweetie.”

Kazuki looked up at the girl with evident surprise and then looked at his wrists. The burn was gone but two glowing bands on each wrist were now drawn into his skin. Between the bands there looked to be sort of runes woven against each other and connected to the edge of the main strands. He was not very familiar with magic of any sort, but he knew it when he saw it. Obviously, these were bindings of some kind. Like shackles but without the uncomfortable metal…or the chance that the captive could pick the lock. He blinked and looked back up, swallowing thickly.

Marissa giggled and said no more. He seemed to get the picture. She waved her hand, making a flicking motion with her finger. His arms slid smoothly along the silken bedding above his head and soon his whole body followed the motion, gliding along until his knuckles rapped against the headboard. His back was still on the mend and did not appreciate the sudden motion, but thanks to the skilled hands of Master Quin the pain was not as bad as it could have been. He lay there motionless a moment, wondering if his predicament was a something to fear or relish. If things were to progress as he had hoped moments ago, then perhaps things were not so grim. But, he was at this woman’s mercy, it would seem, and what if he had gotten himself into some real trouble? He would have to wait and see, but for now he would simply play along. He willed himself to relax a bit and managed a skeptical smile as he looked up at his captor, “Looks like you’ve caught me off guard. What do you plan to do with me then?”

Her amused smile shifted into a lustful leer and she crawled closer, her body hovering over his, as she stared into his vivid amber eyes, “Anything I wish, of course.”

She pressed her lips to his and ravaged him with a deep kiss, forcing a groan of welling ecstasy from the captive. His arms tensed, the muscles wriggling beneath his skin as his mind pleaded for freedom. It wasn’t that he was frightened. He caught from the tone of her voice alone that he would enjoy every bit of what she had planned for him. It was the simple fact that he could not touch her as he so longed to do. When she finally pulled away he bit back a pitiful whimper as he stared up at Marissa’s mischievous grin with somber eyes.

The haze of intoxication had begun to lift, though still lingered a sense of sluggish joviality associated with the consumption, and he found himself wondering how things had led to something like this. Not that he was complaining, but he had only just met this young woman. Surprise befell him as he thought about it, but they had hit it off quite well throughout the evening. Best not to let the details get in the way of what’s really important, he quickly decided as his piling want of physical satisfaction quickly began to overwhelm any qualms about the ordeal. Just enjoy where life takes you and what fortune hands your way.

Marissa giggled, amused by the arch of the man’s eyebrows as his thoughts crept into his expression. She ran her hand along the edge of his jaw with a haughty purse of her lips as she looked over his features, coveting the prize of her endeavors with delight. He was such a strong man and surprisingly graceful, though that was explained after she had found out a bit more about him. But, his physical strength aside, she could feel something radiating from him. Almost like a wild fire, but with such passion that it needed no fuel. It just blazed forth with unparalleled confidence behind those captivating amber eyes. To have such a thing bound helplessly beneath her was simply exhilarating!

She could scarcely contain her excitement, a grin crawling across her face as she whispered, “I’ll be back in a moment. Until then…” Her hand gently caressed his groin, giving a light squeeze as she felt along his impressive bulge.

She flitted out of his view with a giggle and he could hear a drawer being opened paired with the sound of rummaging. He sighed quietly, his cheeks growing warm from rising need and his arms rotating and twisting in their bonds. He could move them, but could not pull them from where the runic bindings held. He craned his head to look over his chest, pulling himself so that he could see what the wily young woman was up to. He did not catch much, watching her drain some small vial of purplish liquid before putting away the empty vessel. His eyebrow raised a moment in curiosity.

Marissa caught his questioning gaze and gave a soft giggle, “Oh, don’t worry about that. Just a precaution. I don’t think either of us need children after all.”

His face flushed with red and his throat tightened, though it was unclear to him why he reacted in such a way. He nodded and fought the stammer to his voice, “R-right.”

Another chime of laughter from the woman told him that he failed to hide his unease and his blush deepened. She slunk onto the bed as that mischievous glint in her eye returned, gazing over the monk’s body with unveiled lust. Her fingers gently brushed the stray strands of dark red hair from his face as she sat gingerly beside him, a purr creeping into her voice, “Your cheeks are red. Isn’t that cute.”

She giggled as her other hand pattered onto his stomach, his skin wriggling under her touch. This was still a new experience for him after all. Though he had gotten over his shyness about it to some degree, and a few drinks did much to help that, his body was still not used to being touched in this way. His eyes brushed over her face as she continued to look over his body, bound before her by her magical cuffs, and then darted to look down at her hand, which had now begun to teasingly run along the waistline of his pants. His breath began to draw slowly as his hips shifted, subconsciously arch towards her touch, and his shoulders shivered. When her hand slid lower, rubbing his stiff member through his pants, he released a shuddering breath.

A soft hum flowed over his ear as Marissa’s warm breath hugged his cheek. Her lips brushed over his earlobe with gentle kisses and she lightly tugged the loose bit of skin in her teeth, a playful grin curling across her face. He found the sensation strangely arousing, as if it wasn’t meant to be so and his skin was defying its natural purpose. Her tongue glided over the ridges of his ear before slipping within, accompanied by a drone of pleasure from the woman. His breath hitched. That certainly was new as well. He could feel the muscles in his arms tightening in futile defiance within his bonds, finding himself growing impatient as well as increasingly hard against the woman’s hand. Her fingers tugged at the ties to his pants, with deliberate slowness. A groan escaped him, only to be met with a knowing giggle.

“You younger men are so impatient!” Marissa pulled away from him as her gaze met his, glee befalling her face.

Kazuki looked up at her, eyes heavy with arousal mixing with his sudden confusion, “How old are you then, if I am so young?” The woman did not look much older than himself, if a year at all.

She smiled, a lingering wickedness twinkling in her eyes, “Old enough, but not too old so don’t worry. I just don’t look my age.” She giggled, “Besides. It’s not polite to ask a woman her age.”

He grinned, his voice still weighing with his lust as the woman continued to tease him with her hand, “You’re right, of course. My apologies. Either way,” he purposefully warmed his smiled and gazed up at her with dulcet eyes, “You’re very beautiful.”

He knew that women, even those as firm in constitution as his teachers and fellow students, liked those sorts of compliments and at this point he would try anything to just get more of what she was offering him. He liked her touch, yes, but his pants were in the way and it was just agonizing to his tolerance. Since he could not, and would not, use his physical advantage to gain what he desired he was not above using seduction and manipulation. Granted what he said was not untrue, but he was saying so for his own motives. Whether or not she caught on to his ploy was unclear but she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, humming with content as she kissed him deeply. She smirked, her hand migrating to tease him along the now loosened waistline of his pants and her lips brushing his as she spoke, “Tell me again, handsome.”

The muscles of his jaw tightened as he found another moan of impatience, aching to feel her touch on his bare skin. He released his bated breath and regained his amorous veneer. It was best to simply tell her what she wanted to hear if he wanted to get any further. He smiled and drew up his best sultry tone, “Marissa, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He was rewarded as her hand slipped beneath the fabric of his pants. Her fingers curled to grasp his hardened member but did nothing more than hold him firmly. He whimpered, finding that he was feeling even greater anticipation than when her hand felt him through his pants. At least then it was moving. Her voice reached him, but only faintly through the mists of lust, “What is it that you like most?”

He swept his tongue briefly over the inside of his lips as a hasty breath left him. He could tell she caught on to his game and was now effectively countering him with this torturous interrogation. Struggling, he felt the answer leave him with an inkling of desperation, “Y-your eyes.”

Her hand slowly began to stroke him and his body arched into her touch, unaccustomed to being teased in such a way and it was beginning to wear on him. Her lips nearly crushed against him once again and he moaned as she plundered him with a feverish kiss that complimented her firm grasp on his member rather well. Her eyes glittered with a devious little light as she pulled away once again, her voice pouring over him, “Surely you can do better than that.” She squeezed his aching shaft, almost painfully so, “What’s so beautiful about them?”

Now he was very certain that he had been caught and he was also very certain that he did not want to incur the wrath of a woman who was gripping him so tightly as is by refusing to speak further. That and the simple fact that, from the way his toes curled and his breath faltered, he wasn’t sure his body would let him object. He was far too awash with need at this point and was content enough with simply giving what was asked. He drew a deep breath to quell the rush of his blood, “They are bluer than a clear sky in midday and—“

His breath hitched as her pace quickened and he let loose a shuddering sigh. He swallowed any further sign of his pleasure so that he could continue, knowing that if he did not the torment would lengthen, “And brighter than the northern star…ahh!..” Her fingers caressed the sensitive glands at the head of his dick before picking up the pace just a bit more as he fought to keep himself still, his hips arching into the exquisitely skilled touch.

“And?” Her voice demanded.

He wasn’t sure whether he was more frustrated or turned on by the sense of command in her voice, but he found himself struggling to piece together something more to say. He was too worked up to care how foolish his poor attempts at poetry sounded and wondered how long he could make up these cheesy confessions. He whimpered silently, disliking the fairness of this game, but he met her gaze and managed to contort his desire-riddled face into a somewhat sincere smile, “I could look at them all day and not get tired of it.”

She giggled against his lips and sat up, her hand slipping out of his pants with much a groan of protest from the monk. She gracefully glided off the bed and walked around to its foot with lecherous eyes still fixated on her captive, “Is that so? Think you can prove it?”

Kazuki raised an eyebrow, thoroughly confused by what she meant. Suddenly his body lurched forward, being dragged by the magical cuffs as they pulled him to the foot of the bed. They held his wrists up above his head as he sat upright with his legs now dangling, Marissa standing between his knees and her face surprisingly close to his own. His eyes explored the features of her face a moment as the shock from the abrupt movement lifted, settling once again on the beautiful light blue gaze. It took a moment to collect himself, fighting his adrenaline back down and the need that had been brought with it. His voice was thick with longing when he finally felt a word leave his throat, “Perhaps.”

The smile that now adorned Marissa’s youthful features caused him worry, feeling that he had just gotten himself in another game of sorts that he would much rather save for another time. His thoughts and inner pleas carried him away for a moment, but they were soon brought back to reality. Her hands drifted up to the ties of her robes and he stared for a moment, very much approving of where this was leading. She sniggered, a dark satisfaction creeping into her voice, “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

He returned his gaze to hers with eyebrows arched from an incredulous daze, blinking once. Her grin widened and he immediately understood what was expected of him. He did nothing to fight his pitiful groan, the quiet rumble carrying his frustration and avidity. He took a moment to compose himself and nodded weakly, “Yes, ma’am.”

Her fingers slowly danced with the silken laces that pulled together her long robes, settled snuggly at her chest. All the way down to her stomach she pulled and loosened the threads at an agonizingly leisured rate. Each movement shifted the fabric around her, glimpses of her skin and under clothing becoming visible every now and then. It was all Kazuki could do to keep his eyes upon hers, the blue shimmer behind the shadow of her hair mocking his anguish.

In the recesses of his vision he could see her creamy skin as it was slowly being revealed from behind the fabric. It was a constant pull to his eyes and a fight to keep his vision from dropping, the amber iris’ wriggling and wavering as he struggled. He could discern something lacy, a sort of under clothing crafted more to accent the shape of the body rather than conceal. He gnawed the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he was scarcely aware of.

More and more the robes fell away and he saw, as his resolve momentarily failed him, the regalia beneath her costume. Lacy, but not overly so, and elegantly hugging her small bodice as the thin black material supported her breasts. She was not busty by any means, but her curves were pleasant none the less. Her stomach flowed with the twist her stance gave to her form, sleek and slender, until he could see—

A hand pulled up his head, which had drifted in his engrossed trace, and he was brought back into the world of those bright blue eyes. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed tersely.

But, she was smiling, “Find something you like better, did you?”

His lip twitched, teasing a grin, and he nodded.

She giggled, brushing him with a kiss, “I thought you might.”

He suddenly felt her body infused against his own, consuming him with the caresses of her lips and deft play of her tongue behind his teeth. The remainder of her robes that barely clung to her hips fell away and he moaned in his throat, not wanting her to pull away but wishing desperately to view her unburdened body. It was then he realized that he was able to move his arms.

That would do.

He wrapped the woman in his embrace, his strong hands possessively holding her against him as if she were going to melt away. The momentary freedom left him trapped in his longing, his head swimming with greed and wanting to drown. The sensations clouded him in a rising storm until finally his head began to clear enough to think more clearly. Until Marissa decided otherwise, why not enjoy the opportunity given? His hands cradled her sides, feeling every tilt and flow of her curves as they moved lower to come together at her shapely ass. He felt more in control of the situation, now returning her kiss with more thoughtful precision rather than unbridled passion. He idly wondered, with a devious mental grin, how much he could get away with. Lower, his right hand slipped as his fingers quested along her soft skin. They slid beneath the thin black fabric and continued their journey until at last he felt the swollen and moist skin of her lower lips, while a soft gasp passed by her upper ones from the intimate touch.

She let him press his fingers further within, droning with need in his ear as she tugged the lobe with her teeth. The fire of her libido began to demand her actions, building up throughout her games and now was amplified as his fingers explored what they could reach of her inner walls. Her breaths drew heavy with weighted heat and she felt a moan rise from her, deciding then that he had quite enough freedom for now. She giggled and flicked her fingers, pulling away as he was forced to release his hold on her.

Once again his arms were pulled above his head and Kazuki bit the inside of his lip to fight a pout. It didn’t feel quite fair, but it wasn’t like he would be without satisfaction. It was getting there that he knew would be arduous yet. One consolation, however, was that he could now see Marissa’s body standing defiantly before him without the fear that doing so would cause him trouble. He relished the sight indeed.

She was built lithe and petite with light velvety skin, no tone to her body presenting itself. He still could not help but think her fragile, being that she was a little on the smallish size. Her magic had the strength to hold him helplessly, so he finally perished the thought. Her underclothing was of particular interest, since it was not something he was familiar with himself being from an isolated life. He had heard of people’s tastes in clothing but, well, no one really wished to discuss what they wore where others could not readily witness. Which was understandable, he could reason, though he didn’t see the point in it until now. The way the dark fabric clung to the woman’s body, cut to stream from around her front to cradle her ample buttocks, so thin that he could just barely make out the details of her intimate anatomy did curve his appeal. He could see why some people enjoyed such things.

She moved closer, her hands griping the waistline of his pants, and his body jerked out of the daydream his thoughts had strayed within. She smirked and tugged the clothing in her hands until it began to slide from his hips, his rigid cock glad to be free from its captivity. Her lips trailed along his inner thighs as she removed the clothing, her warm breath teasing his skin. His eyes fluttered closed and he idly wondered how much longer he’d have to wait before he could attain what he desperately longed for, cursing his foolhardiness for letting her bind him so. Not that he saw it coming; it was merely a bout of frustration.

Suddenly he felt her lips press against the cool skin of his balls, the impossibly warm breath coursing over him and his eyes shot down to the woman knelt between his legs. Her fingers wrapped around his aching length and her tongue circled around the drooping orb before pulling it within the heated confines of her mouth. His body lurched, hips bucking from the sudden surge of pleasure that shot from the depths of his loin straight to his mind. He choked on his moans of ecstasy and his head fell back, “M…Marissa..!”

She hummed in content, the vibrations against the sensitive skin in her mouth forcing another whimper from the young man. It took some time, but it was worth hearing that sweet plea that chased through his voice as he called for her. Just a bit more and she would be satisfied, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t take much. She stroked his thick member, rubbing the tip with the pad of her thumb before moving back to the base, and simultaneously she swirled her tongue around the globe of flesh in her mouth with strong caresses.

Whatever resolve Kazuki had was soon gone, fleeing his clouded mind like a lost gull from a hurricane, and he moaned helplessly. His toes curled tightly and he drew a sharp breath, trying to regain control of himself but the woman would not let up. He felt the barest hint of her teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh before her tongue continued its rhythmic ministrations. The stark contrast of sensations added to her hand’s steady pace and he could fight it no longer, “P-please, Marissa…!” His breath faltered, shivering as he struggled to speak but words were lost upon him.

Marissa released the captured flesh with a smug giggle as she rose to her feet, her short stature bringing her to eye level with the seated man. She grinned devilishly as she drank in the helpless need that wrought itself upon his visage, his fierce amber gaze softened with a heady desire, and could not help but admire the subtle beauty provided by the cascade of emotions. She pressed her lips to his and he responded with a kiss so passionate that she felt herself fall against him, twining her arms around his neck and feeling his skin heated by his rush of ecstasy. She forced herself to pull back, fighting to maintain her composure for she really wished to end her games at that very moment. Her voice was thick and dripping with her body’s desire as it fell heavily upon the man’s ears, “Tell me what you want, handsome, and you shall have it.”

Muscles quivering, blood rushing, and breathe frantically fighting in his lungs Kazuki raised his head to look upon the woman before him. His confidence had returned, as if he was possessed entirely by his lust as the fire to his gaze blazed anew. She had thought her skin burning as those impossible eyes swept over her before locking with her own. She could neither pull away nor blink, held captive by his stare just as he was held by her magic. His voice rose deep with a sultry tolling, like a midnight bell, “Fuck me.”

Her lips drew to his in a helpless pull, lost in the all consuming need that enveloped her, and they lingered but a fleeting instant before he was slowly being dragged backward by his shackles. They pulled him back to the other end of the bed and he was once again on his back. Slowly, Marissa crawled atop the silken sheets to join him as she felt her gaze cemented to his masculine form. The rush of need, quivering in her swollen lower lips, was too great to prolong her game much further. But, she had one last card to play before collecting her winnings. She grinned deviously as she straddled him, sitting up on her knees. She leaned forward and caressed his cheek in an almost foreboding manner, “Such foul language won’t do in the presence of a lady. I’ll have to teach you some manners.”

With no more warning than that she pressed both hands to either side of his face, thumbs covering his mouth. His skin immediately began to tingle, followed by a sharp burn that tore a deep groan from him as his body lurched in surprise. His head jerked and tugged to free itself from her grip, but finding that her fingers were like an iron vice as the magic from her spell washed over his skin like liquid flames. When she pulled them away at last he tried to speak. His lips would not part and no sound fought to them, his voice ceasing as nothing more than a rumble deep in his throat. He looked up at the woman with apparent fright in his eyes, caught off guard.

A lecherous grin was all that he could tell of the woman’s face above him and he attempted to speak again. Nothing but a garbled moan, all meaning lost. His breaths drew quickly as his heart pounded in his chest from the overwhelming need surging through his body coupled with new adrenaline that welled from within.

Marissa gazed down upon him for a long moment, mesmerized by the way his masculine curves shifted and his muscles so desperately tensed in an effort to free himself. She could not help the wry smile that spread across her face as he looked up at her with such a plea in his wild eyes, straining his neck as if it were going to help break the binding on his face. It was a runic band similar to those on his wrists, but thinner and more ornate. It was a more complex spell after all, being that it had to muffle sound as well. Feeling satisfied with her work the sorceress slid back only slightly, standing up on her knees above him tauntingly over his erection.

Every muscle quivered under that heated stare, piercing through him with those unearthly blue eyes. Kazuki drew a slow breath, hissing cold in his nostrils, and groaned in his throat as the sound fought for existence. He watched as her fingers trailed down the supple skin of her stomach, brushing past the black and lacy fabric of her scandalous undergarment, and down to the juncture of her legs. A soft whimper fluttered from her and a light gasp followed as she caressed herself through the thin fabric. Kazuki could only watch in envy, wishing that his fingers were in place of her own.

The delicate dance of her fingertips had him straining once again, feebly, in his bonds. How he wished to be free, overwhelmed with the need to touch the woman on top of him and feel her warm body however he liked. Watching was both a blessing and a curse. At least one part of him could participate in her indulgence, but it was the part that made the rest of him ache with the want of freedom. His chest was heaving now and he felt faint with the inability to sustain enough air for his body. She smiled and coaxed the hem of the black lace aside, revealing the soft, swollen pink lips settled between her legs. It appeared that she had rid herself of any curled hairs in the region, just glorious milky skin. The monk sighed with a relieved groan at the sight, momentarily taking his mind off his predicament and torment to relish the beauty of her needy sex.

Her scent washed over him more strongly and he groaned again, his need returning two fold. His head lulled back for but a moment and he felt the woman’s free hand grip his rigid length tightly. He drew a sharp gasp, soundless through the magical runes, as he felt the tip rest against her sopping wet lips. Words poured from him, but all were lost in soundless garble in his throat as he starred longingly through his heavy lidded gaze.

How long must he endure this torture? Every roll of his hips begged, his heavy breaths beseeched, and his eyes spoke more than his lost words ever could as they pleaded with the devilish woman who had him at her mercy. Finally, his eyes fluttered and sealed as his heavy breath escaped him in a long moan that hung thickly in his throat. He felt her tight folds envelope him with such pleasurable heat that he lost himself in a world of bliss and all else had been instantly forgotten. His breaths slowed methodically as he groaned soundlessly in satisfaction.

Very slowly, Marissa eased herself on his stiffened cock. The faint, nearly inaudible sounds from the man beneath made her body shiver and a feminine gasp escaped her as she slid herself down to the hilt of his member. She certainly was not disappointed and moaned deeply, feeling the walls of her wet channel stretched by his ample girth. She took a moment to savor the feeling of fullness before rising back up and sliding home again, the delicious pressure within her core making her tremble. The pace was slow at first, letting her body adjust to the intrusion, but soon picked up a moderate amount. Her head fell back as her hands migrated up to grasp her breasts, light and feminine whimpers and gasps filling the silence.

Kazuki recollected himself enough to regain some sense of his surroundings, desperately trying to maintain control of the flooding desires of his body. He looked up at Marissa and the sight racked his body with tremors of want and chills of lust. The way her body so delicately arched back, stretching the planes of her skin so that every curve was accentuated, and how her hands so desperately clutched her heaving bosom as she sought to fulfill her needs. He sighed silently and the muscles in his arms tensed anew at the desire to once again explore her soft flesh with his touch. His toes curled, heels digging into the bedding beneath them as his legs tensed and fought to stay steady. She had not bound them and he would prefer that she not feel the need to.

A faint sound reached him through the chaos of this midnight tryst and Kazuki’s eyes snapped open. The door. He shook his head and strained his ears, fighting the overwhelming distraction of the woman who was so expertly tending him. What he heard did not alleviate his fears. Footsteps. Light and slow. He jerked his body and attempted to speak, to warn Marissa that there was someone in her home. All words were lost as muffled rumbles in his throat and he groan in frustration. He yelled her name and beat his foot firmly on the bed to get her attention, but the woman merely giggled with the thought that it was simply a plea for freedom. He jerked his head towards the bedroom door fervently, hoping that she would see, but she seemed to pay it no mind.

He could hear the footsteps steadily getting louder as they reached the stairs and felt his heart leap, jerking his arms in earnest. He watched the door with widened eyes, breathing heavily and shouting in vain for Marissa to turn around. At last she caught on that the man’s thrashing was not due their activities, for they seemed far too akin to fear rather than pleasure, and she looked down at his face. She followed his gaze slowly back to the bedroom door and froze to find it opening.

Both were stunned, Marissa perhaps more so. Kazuki cursed in his forced silence for letting himself get into such a mess. He made a mental note not to get involved with a strange woman right away. He had no way of knowing whether the person opening that door was an intruder or worse: her significant other. But, as the door swung open his panicked rush of adrenaline slowed and his eyebrows quirked as he glanced from the new patron of the room to Marissa and back.

It was a woman. She stood about five feet and nine inches tall with a slender build, though more pronounced curves than that of Marissa. Long black hair fell just past her shoulders in layers, casually brushed behind one ear to leave one of her dark brown eyes in view. Her clothing was not festive like someone who would have come from the celebration that evening, but casual and more suited for traveling: a simple linen shirt beneath a leather vest and two belts with various pouches and the like.

She leaned against the doorway and, oddly enough, did not appear surprised, disgusted, or offended. She seemed to be more amused by the scene before her than anything else. She chuckled quietly, “Having fun, Marissa?”

Marissa did not seem to be comforted by this sudden appearance and swallowed thickly. Her bottom lip wriggled and her unease was evident in her voice, “H-hey there, Saidi. You’re home a little early.”

Saidi shrugged, “I suppose, but maybe I just wanted to get home and surprise you. Looks like I did that much.” She laughed.

Marissa managed a giggle, “Yeah… About this. I can explain.”

Saidi held up a hand for silence before continuing, “No need. I know I was gone for such a long time and I can’t say I really care what you do in my absence. I know it can get so lonely without proper company.” She strode calmly to the large chest of drawers across the room and leaned against it as she surveyed the two occupants of the bed before her, the same calm smile on her visage.

Kazuki blinked in utter bewilderment. His eyes continued to dance between the two women throughout the exchange, unable to determine if one, both, or either were deceiving him. From what he gathered it would seem that the two had a sort of relationship, likely beyond that of friends, and the other woman was not angry? He’d been told about many sorts of relationships between lovers but most seemed as if they cared far too much for one another, or were far too jealous, to let outsiders into their bedrooms. To each their own, he thought, but he could understand the sentiments behind it even if he didn’t care for it himself.

Saidi brushed the stray dark locks from her face and sighed, “So who is this dashing young man anyway?”

Marissa hesitated, easing herself back to sit on the monk’s legs, “Just some boy I found at the bar. We just met.”

Kazuki looked up at her indignantly, attempting to speak for himself but still unable. He jerked his arms and cursed in his silence. For a moment the thought struck him that if he were free to do as he pleased he’d make damn sure she didn’t forget his name. He might be lacking in experience, but he’d surely make up for that with effort. He growled soundlessly, sulking.

Saidi did not seem to notice or care about the man’s outrage and shrugged, “Alright. If you didn’t even care to catch his name I’m sure you won’t mind if I watch then. I’d ask him if he cared but…looks like he’s a bit unable to reply.”

The monk did not appreciate the condescending tone that followed as her voice trailed into a soft giggle and he resolved himself to figure out some way to get out of these magical bonds: not that the prospects were very hopeful. At the very least he began plotting what he would do should he manage to free himself, and his thoughts flowed with such spiteful musings that he became more entertained by the notion than angry about what spurred them. The idea the woman had suggested simply passed over his head for the moment.

Marissa bit her lower lip, holding a pause before deciding that it was best not to argue with her apparent lover. She nodded and began to repair her nervous mannerisms with something more confident, “That’s alright with me, dear.”

She eased herself back up to her knees, teasingly brushing her entrance against the monk’s still-erect cock, “Unless you get too worked up and feel the need to join us.” To emphasize her point, she pulled her lacy panties aside and leaned forward to give the other woman a full view as her swollen lower lips began to grasp the tip of the thick shaft.

The monk groaned as he felt that wonderful feeling of velvety soft skin, slick and so delectably hot holding tightly to all the right places. That is, until the conversation registered foremost in his mind. His eyes widened and he blinked as he looked from Marissa to Saidi then back. He could scarcely believe what he heard.

Saidi narrowed her gaze with a full smirk spreading along her sharp features, “Oh, I just might. It’s been sooo very long, you see.” She brought up her thin fingers and toyed with the buttons on her vest with a most impious grin, her teeth gleaming through the dim light of the room. She locked eyes with Kazuki as she began slowly teasing apart the first clasp of her outer garment, “But, I would hate to impose and make our guest uncomfortable.”

He blinked once again and then returned his gaze to Marissa. It seemed to him that she was hiding the fact that she was biting her lip from Saidi. Whether she liked the idea of her lover joining or not was unclear, but it was obvious she was feeling awkward or uncertain. She looked down at Kazuki, as if wondering how he would respond. Perhaps it was a bit of spite that urged his decision, but the monk returned his bright amber eyes to Saidi with a smirk fighting his sealed lips. He quirked his eyebrows and nodded his head a couple times with a smug sense of noncommittal agreement, his shoulders vaguely shrugging and his hands giving the faintest of twitches.

Saidi could not help the laugh that escaped her, “Oh, I like him already.” The buttons slipped against the worn leather in practiced motion, trained by the wearer’s fingers until it was ingrained with ease. Beneath that she began to toy with the fastenings of her worn and slightly tattered shirt, humming all the while with a practiced tune to her voice.

Between one woman all but naked and another woman getting well along the way, Kazuki found that he was not sure which he desired to focus his attention on more. Saidi’s vest and shirt fell back and slipped to the floor as she began working at the fastenings of her belts. She was not wearing some fancy undergarments like Marissa, but a simple support made of leather that held her breasts more comfortably. It was just as attractive, mostly because the simple fact that one could not find a woman built like Saidi not appealing despite the attire: but most would agree that the less clothing the better.

Marissa, however, was steadily getting over the initial shock of the ordeal and now her brow crossed with mild frustration as she noticed that the monk’s eyes were no longer on her. He was entranced by the way Saidi’s fingers so easily peeled away that bothersome clothing and now dancing along the ties of her pants. She didn’t seem to be wearing anything beneath those and he managed to steal a glance at the beginning thatch of curls that lead down to-

The indignant woman wrenched his face back to her own, her expression a smug smirk. Marissa pressed her lips to his sealed ones and hummed against him with a kiss. He could only groan with need as he was quickly reminded of how the heat of her soaked lips was grinding against the head of his dick, no longer having the lovely distraction of an undressing woman. Not that either case would help him much to stave off the rising want for release. It was merely the lesser of two evils.

She slid down his length just a fraction, grinning as the man’s eyes fluttered shut with a silent and helpless moan. Inch by inch her tight heat enveloped his aching shaft, feeling every slick surface as he glided deeper and deeper. He fought to keep himself still, his muscles tightening as his body quivered. Again he wondered, how much more could one man take? Would another be as helpless as he, given the same situation? From the way his heart pounded and his skin seethed with the fires of lust, he had a suspicion that this would vex any man. The thought was very small comfort.

He twitched as two hands gently laid themselves on his ankles, stilling his tensed muscles as he lifted his head to peer at the foot of the bed. Saidi’s eyes glimmered back at his and he felt frozen at the sight of her. She had long stripped away her clothing, but she was wearing something else instead. A phallus made from what looked to be polished, finished wood set between her legs and held by leather panties that left little to the imagination. Then end that he could see bore runic designs, blue in color, that traced all the way down its length until the dark leather support blocked his view, but he had a good guess as to wear the other half of it went.

Marissa peered at Saidi from over her shoulder, the dark haired woman getting closer as she slunk her way onto the bed with her peculiar device. A whimper of need escaped the sorceress’ lips as the new occupant of the bed sidled up just behind her, her hands resting elegantly on Marissa’s milky hips.

Kazuki felt a welling of envy, once again wishing for freedom so that he may put his hands to better use. He watched as her hands trailed up Marissa’s petite body to cup her breasts, pushing another whine from her.

Saidi gently pressed a kiss to Marissa’s shoulder as she stared at Kazuki with a knowing smirk, “Are you ready for this, love?”

Marissa nodded weakly and Kazuki groaned in his prison of silence.

It was amazing how a woman who had, moments before, been so in control and dominating in bed simply melt to putty, Kazuki felt. Then again, he was not surprised. Saidi was obviously more controlling as far as sexual endeavors went. He could tell that much by the subtle way her fingers pressed and circled, knowing her lover’s body well. But, what truly gave the fact away were those dark, keen eyes. They were set with such a calculative gaze, assessing with up-most attentiveness as they roved over both Marissa and Kazuki. At her skilled touch, the fiery haired sorceress’ body beckoned and shivered with need in remembrance of the pleasure those thoughtful fingers could coerce. Her bright blue eyes were wavering with pleas, much like Kazuki’s own had done. He was also certain that, since Marissa was likely just as wound up as he, her lingering ache did not help matters.

Saidi’s right hand disappeared and Kazuki strained his neck to see what it was doing. It wrapped around the carved phallus and her thumb brushed over the series of runes at the tip. A dim blue glow rose to life and trickled down the pattern of symbols all the way to the base past where Kazuki could see. The dark haired woman’s hips gave a sway as a slow gasp of indulgence broke the silence. He was uncertain as to what exactly happened to cause such a reaction, but he had a good guess as to what was going to happen next. He could only pray that Saidi was not in the mood for teasing.

Marissa shuddered as the other woman’s hands found her waist, a kiss tingling against the shell of her ear with a warm breath humming sweet sounds of pleasure in whispers. Marissa leaned forward until her hands touched the bedding, curling her fingers around as much as she could grip as Saidi slipped her left hand around her lover’s ass.

Kazuki felt a hand grasp his cock firmly and he whimpered, pleading silently for mercy. If he was teased any further, then he’d surely go mad. Much to his relief, he felt her steady hand guide him back within the pleasant warmth of Marissa’s aching lips. He fought the urge to thrust upward to seek more of that tight heat once again, but he staved it off as another peculiar feeling made itself known to him. Through the thin layer of skin he could feel Saidi’s fingers as they trailed up his shaft, pressed past the tight ring of muscles, and delved into the tight passage.

The added pressure made things much more interesting for Kazuki and he found himself rocking his hips, desperately trying to refrain from doing so. He was growing impatient and he imagined well enough what was meant to happen soon. It was then that the phallus brushed against the base of his hardened member. His breath hitched as he felt sudden heat from the toy along with a steady hum of vibration.

What kind of magic is this?! He thought frantically, his arms tightening as he had nothing else at his disposal to relieve his tension. Every muscle in his legs locked to keep himself from bucking his hips as she trailed the tip of the runed, polished wood up the underside of his shaft. He felt Marissa’s body twitch as her back arched, a soft gasp expelling from her as the phallus moved along her anatomy to that tightened ring of muscle where Saidi’s fingers had been playing.

Saidi pressed the tip to the entrance as Marissa began to gasp, Kazuki helplessly trying to maintain control of himself. As it filled her tight ass, Kazuki could feel the heated and humming runes through the thin layer of skin. His eyes fluttered shut, no longer aware of what either woman was doing as the pleasure coursed through his body.

He was soon reminded, however, as Marissa began to slide down his throbbing shaft and Saidi moving in perfect time. He was certain that, if it were not for the fact that he was bound from making too much noise, the entire city would know what was going on in that room. He tore at the air, each breath pumping into his lungs as his voice cried silently through his bonds. The slow pace was beginning to eat away at his will, constantly feeling every heated surface as the velvety skin griped him so snugly. Now, with that phallus and its mysterious magic added in, it surrounded him more tightly and he could feel it as the false cock, paired with the unnatural heat and hum from the runes upon it, pumped in and out through the walls between the orifices. His eyes lulled back and his arms went numb from pulling at the arcane cuffs around his wrists, wishing desperately in his racing thoughts that they would pick up the pace.

It was not long before they did fulfill his silent wishes as Marissa grew impatient, bucking back against Saidi and down onto Kazuki. Saidi, in turn, kept up as her lover began to move more frantically. The room was filled with the lovely melody of Marissa’s pleas and cries, her voice inundated with overwhelming need. Even Saidi’s voice began to rise as Marissa bucked against her and down onto Kazuki.

Saidi shivered, running her hands up Marissa’s body and feeling every surface along the way. She swept her thumbs over the sorceress’ budded nipples, forcing a sharp gasp from her lover’s lips. She clutched the orbs of flesh, pressing her palm into them as she swept her lips along the curve of Marissa’s neck. She reached the woman’s ear and gently grazed the outer edge with her teeth as her lover panted and gasped. Saidi’s eyes slowly opened and they turned to Kazuki’s staring directly at him as a grin curled on her lips.

The monk whimpered, the unheard sound rolling into a low groan of desire. It was all too much for him to take. Too much pleasure, too much teasing. Too much beauty and lust. The sight of Saidi’s hands upon her lover and the way she so enticingly coaxed the woman into fits of moans and whines were so enthralling. The way Marissa’s head tilted to allow it all and how her face relaxed as she accepted the pleasure brought upon her body gave him chills. It was the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes upon. He felt his muscles give in, the pulsating warmth in his loins growing like a fire through dried trees and setting his body ablaze with pleasure. His head fell back hard against the mattress and his body rocked helplessly in chorus with his orgasm.

The feel of her lover’s hands and the sight of the young man before her as he fell off the edge of bliss sent a jolt of electricity through Marissa’s entire body. Then, she felt the monk’s seed coat the inside of her walls with hot, thick spurts. She, too, lost herself as her muscles gave one last wriggle before clamping down and milking the last of the monk’s essence with greedy spasms. Her head fell against Saidi’s shoulder as the torrent of pleasure ripped through her body, her chest heaving and her hips rolling methodically as her energy began to fade.

Kazuki felt his body fall limp, every muscle feeling drained and thrumming with fading adrenaline. His panting became audible and he blinked. He listened. Yes, he could most certainly hear himself. With a quiet groan he gave his arm a twitch. It moved. He resisted the urge to laugh with relief, waiting to see what the two women atop him would do. Marissa looked entirely spent, but Saidi looked as if she was still feeling fine. He and the sorceress were already aching before Saidi joined them, so it was no wonder they came before Saidi would have the chance to. But, what would be done about it? He would bide his time.

Saidi pressed a kiss to her lover’s cheek as she pulled the runed phallus from the tight hole. Marissa shook her head, still panting, “S-sorry. I’m sorry.”

Saidi grinned and pulled her hands from Marissa’s body, so that the other may get up, “It’s alright. You two can make it up to me I’m sure.”

But, Kazuki was not going to let himself get tangled up like that again, he decided. If anything more was to happen, then he would have some part in the control of it. Plus, turnabout is fair play. Marissa slid off of him, not seeming to notice that her runed cuffs and bindings had faded from the monk’s body. Saidi turned around and was about to slid off the foot of the bed, but the monk made his move quickly. He slid down, until her body was seated right against his crotch, and slipped his legs in between her’s on the other side. His feet wrapped around the other side of her ankles and she was effectively locked into place with her legs spread, facing away from the monk.

She gasped with indignation and aimed a blow with her elbow to the man’s face. Kazuki was prepared for her retaliation and caught her arms, one after the other, locked under his own. She squirmed, but her strength was no comparison for the young man.

Saidi jerked in the prison of limbs, “Let go of me this instant!”

Marissa turned as she heard Saidi’s words and her eyes widened to see her lover in such a state. Saidi was strong willed when it came to resisting magic, and knowledgeable of its workings. Marissa could do little to earn dominance in the bedroom, being that she was frail and lacked any means to physically overpower her. To see her domineering lover held at the mercy of anyone had her mind racing with amusement and rekindled lust.

Kazuki grinned, seeing the look on Marissa’s face, and chuckled in Saidi’s ear. She growled and a blush of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. He spoke softly, the first time the woman had heard his voice, “My name is Kazuki, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

She froze, heavily aroused by the masculine toll and the heat of his breath over her ear. Then there was the simple fact that she had not yet been fulfilled and she had gotten significantly worked up. She shivered, a whimper of desire escaping her. Her body wriggled, but not in an attempt to escape. This time it was the jolt of overwhelming need that coursed through her, causing her to grind involuntarily against his body.

He nuzzled his cheek into the curve of her neck as her head lulled back, finally accepting the demands of her body. Kazuki eyed the mischievously smiling Marissa and said, “She’s all yours.”

Excitement flooded the sorceress and she strode to the couple on the bed with eager steps. She stood between Saidi’s knees and leaned in, kissing the side of her neck that was unattended as Kazuki continued to gently nibble and kiss the skin of the other. Saidi shivered, arching herself into Marissa as her head fell back, nestling against the monk’s neck with an indulgent sigh.

Marissa’s elegant hands slid down from Saidi’s shoulders, pausing only briefly to tease a gasp and shudder from the women as she toyed with her breasts. They trailed down her curvaceous sides and came together at the apex of her hips. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Saidi’s, who greedily urged the kiss deeper with a whine. The sorceress’ hands slipped behind the thick fabric that supported the phallus, still humming and glowing from the act before.

Her pallid hands tangled around the base of the runed wood, just before the other half passed between Saidi’s nether lips, and slowly began rocking the toy. Saidi whimpered and the tension of her muscles relaxed in Kazuki’s grip, but he dared not let her go for caution’s sake. He pressed his lips to the crook of her neck and moaned deeply, urging her into further pleasure. The woman arched helplessly into Marissa’s body as the sorceress began to pick up her steady rhythm, kissing her lover’s soft lips.

Saidi lifted her arms up and twined her fingers through Kazuki’s dark red locks, gently as her body arched and shivered amongst her soft moans. He hummed sweetly in her ear, his hot breath flowing over the ridges and coaxing a sharp intake of air from the woman. Marissa trailed her kisses down her lightly tanned neck, whispering against her skin, “That’s it. I know this is what you need.”

She nodded in response, biting her lip. Kazuki smiled and nibbled at the shell of her ear, a quiet masculine moan accompanying the gesture. His hands eased up on their grip, fingers migrating away from her arms as the woman became more and more engrossed in the numerous attentions. As Marissa began moving at an unrelenting pace he pressed his strong palms over Saidi’s supple breasts, his possessive touch sending her over the edge and the woman arched back with a loud gasp.

Her hips rolled as her muscles sang in chorus with bliss, her eyes fluttering closed, and her breaths coming in short intakes. Kazuki pressed his lips to Saidi’s right cheek and Marissa pressed her own to the left, gradually and gently letting the woman between them calm from her high.

Saidi’s breath evened out and her head fell back against the monk’s shoulder. She laughed breathlessly, looking at Marissa with a smile. The sorceress bit her lip, fighting a triumphant grin. The dark haired woman shook her head, still lingering in pleasure, “I don’t know where you found him, Marissa, but can we keep him?”

The sorceress nearly doubled over and Kazuki chuckled warmly, laying back on the bed. He shook his head, “Just for tonight. Although, it is a very tempting offer.”

Marissa smiled and sat next to Saidi, curling up at the foot of the bed, “Then we’ll make it a good night.”

He crossed his arms behind his head and smiled, wondering, not for the last time, how he found himself in such circumstances.


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So sorry for the wait on this chapter. Consider this one a reward for you readers ;D But, it was fun to write and I hope it was equally fun to read. There is one last chapter for a conclusion to this mini story. Now, there WILL be a sequel coming soon and it's called "Lackeys."

It'll be a bit more action packed. This story was for the purpose of fleshing out my monk's back story a bit. So if you liked this read I'm sure "Lackeys" will be much better. I have improved drastically since I began this one. Or, I hope so. x.x

Anyway, thank you for reading and all the views, votes, and reviews!