Light My Fire

A little experimentation in some slight male dom and a little bondage (just some bindings to the arms). I've never really used either, but this pairing pretty much
demands it, as well as more intimacy, also something I'm experimenting with here. Title credits go to The Doors.

Light My Fire
(Erk/Serra)

No matter how many times I saw it, the sight of the high-and-mighty, boisterous Serra bound to the posts of the bed, begging me out of agonizing desire for release, I never tired of it. She didn't pull rank or command me, but with humiliating modesty pleaded for my touch, for even a kiss to relieve even a fraction of the desire pent up inside her. Oh, if only the rest of our companions could see this.

She, of course, said to herself and I that it was just a game. The ropes binding her arms to the bedpost made it more pleasurable, and the begging was all for fun. But on some level I can tell that she wants to submit, wants for me to take control for that one aspect of our relationship. She became more domineering in our day-to-day interactions when we began our secret forays, and as they grew more frequent and intense she became even more so. This was the balancing factor to it all.

I stood over the bed as she stared deep into my eyes and I into hers. In her I saw an immense passion fire burning, and in mine she saw the same thing, except she also saw the twisted glee. Tonight was going to be a little more tormenting than any other night. I was going to bring her to the edge slower than ever before.

I leaned down and kissed her, her sweet lips trying to pull me in deeper, the taste of her alluring nectar more potent than any drug imaginable. I could feel myself drowning in her taste, and I think that if I kissed her long enough I could easily have foregone any sex. Amidst her delicious poison I almost lost myself, but then, just as her face softened, I pulled back. Not all the way. No, my head was only an inch from hers. I could still feel her breath, intensifying as her anticipation swelled, and she could mine, but we were just too far to kiss, just too far for her tongue to reach out for me. She had no hope but to lie there and wait for me to do something, though I could see the pain that any wait brought her.

I had to indulge myself, though. I placed my tongue on her lips and circled it around them. I lightly touched her chin, ensuring she wouldn't dare open her mouth and try to pull me in. I tasted just enough to keep me satisfied, but not enough to become addicted, if I weren't already. My slow circles feasted upon her soft, red lips as my hand slowly departed from her chin, slithering down her neck and chest before finally resting upon her cleavage.

We locked eyes once more. She wanted to beg, but knew to open her mouth would be to scare me away. Her slightest motion was paradoxically like the cry of a predator to its prey. The fire burned brighter, her blue orbs almost entirely consumed by the intense passion her body demanded. It was too soon, though.

I finally had my fill of her mouth and pulled myself away, my hand still resting between her breasts, parting them. I know what she wanted, for me to take them in my hand and caress them, to bring one to my mouth and suckle it, and I would. In due time. My hand slid down her body once again, swerving in wide arcs across her soft skin, drumming my fingers rapidly as they left a trail only she could feel. My touch slowed until it finally stopped below her waist and just above her vagina, just as far down as I could go without touching it. I wanted to touch it, but I fought the urge. My hand moved again, hitting a hard turn to the side and going down her thigh. I pulled the leg up over my shoulder just to tease her. I did the same with the other. However, she could tell by the wicked grin besmirching my face that I wouldn't yet grant her any such release. Against her milky thighs my hands slid, tending to the neglected, sensitive skin there.

I could see her vagina, quivering under my touch; tight, pink, wet, and primed for anything I wanted to do to it, and I wanted to do everything to it in due time. For now, though, I tended to her thighs, my eyes indulging themselves by running up her legs again to her womanhood. It was as if her pussy itself begged me for release, wanted me to plunge into it and quell its desires as only I had the power to do. Only I could please Serra, only I could satisfy her needs.

Finally I'd had enough of her legs. I placed them softly back down and lay on top of her. From this position I could easily have taken her, have ravished her all night and well into the next day if I so desired. And it was tempting. Now we drew closer, the warmth of our bodies meeting. I could now feel the file burning inside her as I felt it spark off and began to burn inside me. I fought it, though, for both of us.

My hands in unison worked up her thighs before swirling teasingly around her vagina and sliding back up to her breasts. This time, I took no time to taunt her, grabbing her soft fleshy globes into my hands, letting my nerves admire their beauty. They were, indeed, beautiful Not only to the sight, being perfectly round for their size and having light, medium-sized aureola, but beautiful to the touch as well. I closed my eyes so my sight would not taint my touch and marvelled in the beauty they held. Indeed, closing my eyes intensified her beauty in my other senses.

Her increasingly laboured breathing, her every quiet whimper, was the sound of a blissful angel. Her scent, an indescribable aroma that seemed natural, permeated through the room. It wasn't like any other natural scent, even after a battle when the other women smelled of sweat and exertion, she smelled like the sweet autumn when all the smells of the plants and flowers mingled together in their final offering to our senses. It was almost stronger than the autumnal cornucopia, so potent that by letting my tongue sit out I could almost feel it accumulate on my tongue. And again, it came back to touch. Her soft thighs against my hips as I lay just above her, her breasts submitting to my treatment as I massaged them lovingly, her hardened nipples fighting in vain against my thumbs as the rolled around her aureola

Again I opened my eyes, my other senses just as strong, as now again the pristine beauty before me took my breath away. Even here, shamelessly submitting to me, she looked like a heavenly being come unto me with gifts no mortal could ever behold. Whether arrogant or humble, she was unparalleled in her powerful allure. Her body so perfectly proportioned, slender but with the hints of curves, her face so angelic, innocence besmirched by sin. Not great sin, but the kind of sin that makes such a chastely naive smile paradoxically maddening in its allure.

I sunk my head down as my hand slid down to support her breast rather than tend to it. I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it, not at all surprised when I felt her legs pressed against my body tightly. Finally, I granted her a reprieve. I looked up at her to see her face awash with a taste of the bliss she'd waited for all night. What would have been mere foreplay to another woman was the utmost of pleasure for Serra. She closed her eyes tightly as her legs finally loosened their grip. I could see her biting her lip, a sure sign it was working.

I switched quickly to her other breast. I didn't dare disturb her pleasure-induced trance of sorts and continued my work on her other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment. Finally her eyes opened and I looked deep into them as we caught each others' gaze once again. The fire raged in her eyes, but it no longer grew wildly. It was contained,content to burn what it already grabbed. She smiled at me, enjoying the sight of me so lovingly suckling her breast like a child in the same way she so innocently had begged me to ravish her.

Her smile maddened me. Like an addict at the sight of his drug I quickly moved up her body and locked our lips together My arms slid around her back and pulled her against me. No longer did any teasing matter, as I succumbed fully to my obsession, my addiction; her. I'd tasted blood and now I would never be satisfied. I had so much more planned, more taunting, more laborious foreplay to bring her so close without ever finding release. I was going to eat her out until she was just on the verge of having an orgasm, then merely stand by her looking at her for an hour, admiring her beauty and planting kisses against her body.

It was all for nought, though. I was weak, I found myself unable to pull away from her taste. My arm slid up around her head as I pulled it especially close. I didn't care about teasing her now, or even breathing. If I suffocated, I suffocated a happy man. Our tongues began their graceful dance that it had so many times before, but just as powerful, if not more so, than it was the first time. This wasn't the lost addiction, the hope of finding the spark of the first time. This was a constantly divine indulgence, a fluid so sweet it could never lose its potency.

Finally, after tormenting myself and her so long, I plunged my penis all the way into her vagina. We both cried out into each others' mouths as her hot, wet vagina held onto me like a vice. Her fire was now our fire, the burning passion shared between us. First she infected me with her kiss, then with her curse. Our tongues continued their dance as we continued our own, our bodies now writhing as she fought her bonds in vain. Her body could not stand still, searing with white-hot flame so immense nobody could overcome it. Every inch of our skin burned unbearably, the only cure being our touch, but our touch merely caused it to burn brighter. There was no escape, we were cursed by the pleasure we sought. It was a willing sacrifice, a fate we accepted willingly for the bliss, the insanity for the togetherness, the flame for the passion.

The entire room around us began to become a dizzying blur as her inescapably addictive balm made me drunk with ecstasy For all I knew, there was no room, just us. From the beginning of time for all of existence, only us wrapped in eternal bliss. Her kiss, her touch, her scent, her taste, her fire, only those were real to me now, nothing else. There was nothing else. No room. Only us.

Lost in the rapture, our moans met in our mouths and combined as our bodies slithered together, my hands running along her back, her head, her arms. She was the physical embodiment of paradise, a goddess, beyond human, whose very touch could reduce me to bliss. We fell deeper into our lust as again the flames licked out of control. We fed the fire, pressing tighter together, the searing flames throughout our crimson currents all we had. We drank in the ecstasy as one, sharing the pleasure
and with it the painful thirst for more.

Finally, after what seemed like eons of lovemaking, she bit down on my lip lightly. That was her cue, and I responded in kind, indicating the same. We were ready. My hands reached out and took hold of hers as our kiss intensified to levels we thought impossible and we experienced the greatest experience of lovers, the release. All that buildup, the foreplay, the teasing, all came to this moment. The intense orgasms washed over our bodies and together we shook in mind-blowing rapture, our bodies losing everything. All muscle control went out as the insurmountable pleasure left them exhausted and weak, unable to move. All we had left was our kiss as even my arms went limp and lamented the loss of hers. Our eyes, locked together the whole time, said it all better than any words ever could.

When finally I had the strength to move again, I undid her bounds at her request. She stretched out her arms a little as I pulled the covers over us as wrapped my arms around her. She put hers around mine, her head nuzzled against my chest, her pink hair still looking beautiful, albeit dishevelled, as our bodies, completely overworked, quickly fell into a serene slumber.

She wouldn't admit it for quite a while, but her eyes could not lie. This was love. We both knew it was. I merely awaited the night that we slept together, so close, both naked, not because I 'guarded her', but because we were in love. I would gladly wait.