Lilly And The Raven - Part 7

More Lilly! Updates will now be on Monday and Friday. The schedule makes it easier for me and for you, I hope.


In this post: Amazoness, elf, lactation, BDSM, bondage

As I watched her tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lick at the cum on her face. Immediately I felt a stirring deep in my member. I watched her slowly, lovingly scoop the cool goop into her mouth with her tongue, watched the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed one mouthful after another. I was utterly blown away, stunned. I moved closer to her, my cock falling into the soaked mattress. I reached out and I scooped a mouthful of cum from her cheek with my fingers and held it to her mouth. She looked at me, then opened to accept it, sucking my fingers clean and making a great show of swallowing it. I cleaned off her other cheek and she repeated it. Her forehead, her chin, neck, her cleavage, all of it she accepted with loving care, infinite pleasure. She reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of my head. I could feel the cum being wrung out from my hair as she pressed me close to her, so that we were face to face. Then she opened her mouth and began licking my face clean. I was so turned on I could have started ravaging her again. She licked my face clean and started moving lower. As she licked slowly, laboriously, again I started gathering up mouthfuls from her body and shoveling them into her mouth between licks. It took almost half an hour, but we cleaned each other thoroughly, she swallowed every last taste of cum our fingers could gather from the bounty that surrounded us. I didn't go home that night. We fell asleep, still sticky, wrapped in each other's arms, my cock nestled between our breasts.

I awoke to a pulling sensation on my breasts. I sighed in contentment, even though the bed beneath me was freezing cold and wet, even though my body was sticky and my hair had dried into something indescribable. I opened my eyes to a sun-drenched room and looked down at my raven-haired lover, to see her suckling my breast like a newborn babe. Milked and then milked, I thought again. I watched her shamelessly, for her eyes were closed as she sucked tenderly on my nipple. She looked positively angelic in the early morning light, and I felt an almost motherly love for her until I remembered shoveling handfuls of semen into her open mouth. Without opening her eyes, she switched to the other breast when the first had run out. She suckled tirelessly, and it felt so good I couldn't even make a sound. When at last she had her fill, or had run me dry, I'm not sure which, she opened her eyes to find mine upon her and she smiled.

“I've gotten more than my two-copper's worth.” She said in her deep, seductive voice. I laughed carelessly, maybe for the first time in my life, and made no other answer. We laid there a while, then bathed together, barely fitting in the tub due to our size. My member laid dormant, as small and concealable as ever despite its massive size then night before. We kissed, and caressed each other, and rubbed our nipples together, but I was still content. I didn't crave the release, but it was still in my thoughts. She didn't seem to mind, she was content to wait a while.

She invited me to pick out clean clothes from her wardrobe, and so I did. I sifted through her clothes, every garment was a tiny slip of fabric, a small cut of leather. She had a few gowns that had not been worn in years, but they would have never fit over my breasts, which now completely covered my entire midsection. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a black and white dress at the very back of a closet, and pulling it out, I found it was the uniform that maids wore in Eel'Dora, complete with the matching head piece, except the frilly, puffy skirt was so short my ass would hang out. I was stunned to see something like this and slowly realized it must have something to do with some role-play request from one of her clients. But then I realized even further that I wanted to wear it! I was absolutely exhilarated again. I threw it on over my head, gathered my breasts up as compact as they would go, and they spilled out enormously over the top of the dress. The skirt was indeed short enough to expose most of my ass, so I put on a pair of fishnet stockings from another drawer and found a pair of her highest, steepest heels and shuffled off to find her.

She was in the kitchen, eying her small supply of food. She laughed when she saw me, but I could tell she was turned on, which made me even more turned on.

“Good morning, master.” I said, affecting the breathless, overawed speech that the maids back home had used. Feeling the words come out of me was unbearably erotic and I fought to keep my erection down. She smirked at me.

“I'm hungry, maid,” She said, “You are lax in your duties.”

“I'm so sorry, master,” I could feel the color rushing to my cheeks now, truly like any maid, “I will serve you at once.”

And so I clattered about her kitchen in shoes that would have made any real maid a cripple within a week and fixed a breakfast of biscuits, honey, and tea. All the while she sat at a small dining table and watched me. I felt her eyes drinking in every inch of me, and my face felt flushed and my movements sluggish and quavering as I felt those sapphire jewels burning into me. My mind was racing, thinking of ways to prolong the fantasy, to make it more outrageous and more complete. I gave up my search for a honey dish when the next idea struck me. I walked quickly to my expectant lover and turned her away from the table in her chair, then returned to the serving platter I had prepared with her breakfast. I pulled my breasts from their extreme constraints and rested them on the platter. Her eyes were wide as I turned around and came towards her again. I settled to my knees before her, placing the platter in her lap, and smothered my breasts with honey. She ate slowly, dabbing her biscuits on me and sipping her tea. When she finished she set the platter on the table and looked down at me.

“You must eat too, my pet.” She said. She spread her legs open and positioned herself so that the sight and aroma of her pussy hit me like a slap. She dabbed honey on it and looked at me expectantly. Trembling, I leaned forward, burying my head between her legs, feeling the smooth skin of my long ears trailing along her even smoother thighs. The strong taste of honey could have never dulled the even stronger taste of her as I tentatively ran my tongue along the lips of her inviting pussy. I shuddered with delight and tasted it again, more confidently. I licked it like candy, slipped my tongue in and out, swirled it over the adorable little nub of her clit. Her fingers ran through my hair, massaged the back of my head, her sighs and moans seeming to enhance the taste. So there I was, dressed like a servant, acting like a servant, servicing someone more powerful than me. At last everything had come full circle. I could have eaten her out all day, but eventually she stopped me, breasts heaving up and down with her rapid breath, her face serene and satisfied. She stood, keeping me on my knees with a hand on my head, turning my face to look up at her, and rubbed her pussy on my face. She ran it over my lips, ground her clit against my nose, only for a moment. She sighed again, making a sound of satisfaction and stepped back. I stayed on my knees, watching her, the taste of her lingering on my tongue and wet lips. I followed her gaze, and saw that my cock was raging, torn through my undergarments and sticking out from beneath my skirt. It was bigger than ever, it would have reached my ankles if it hung straight down, thick enough to fill the gap between my legs standing normally. She smiled at me, and I saw mischief in her eyes.

Without a word she led me back to her bedchamber, stood me by one of the posts of the bed. I watched her rummage through her things and produce a handful of leather straps and cuffs. She bound my hands together and then tied them to the bed post over my head, then tied my arms to the post again at the elbows. She tied my neck, my midsection, hips, knees, and ankles the same way. Straps tight but not too tight. She put a gag in my mouth, a large red ball tied behind my head with leather straps. I let her do all of it without struggle or questioning. She owned me.  

Evil Dolly Slave Series 1

Hey pervs! Been a while. I got real busy with schoolwork and minecraft for a bit there, as well as a stint of some ERPing instead of writing. But I'm back to start posting again for all 3 of you who stuck around after my /d/ and PP fame faded. Tell your friends.


This little story is the first in a series of shorts I'm planning based on the Evil Dolly Slave Role Generator. I take a result from the generator that sounds appealing to me, and then I write a page or two describing a short scene based on that. Should be fun. Plans to come: More Lilly and the Raven, more evil dolly shorts, and some other shorts probably involving second person narration. Tentacles. Snuff. Stay tuned.


This post contains: BDSM, smoking, corsets

The Evil Dolly Slave Series

Corseted Ashtray

I was quickly out of breath when my Lady began to lead me about the mansion, the tight boning of my recently-tightened corset giving me all sorts of problems. The only comfort was that my Lady complimented me on how small my waist was getting, almost 16 inches now. Even with the corset off, as rare and brief as those periods were, my waist would stay in its new hourglass shape on its own. The leather binding of the overbust corset also made my otherwise unremarkable breasts swell hugely with each shallow breath. At first I had hated it, but after long and intense training, I could barely take my eyes off of the way the thing squeezed my body into the perfect shape. I didn't care that any strenuous activity threatened to make me faint. It was my purpose to wear this thing—and, of course, to be my Lady's personal ashtray.

I was ready to pass out when we finally arrived in my Lady's favorite lounge, a cozy room decorated in a Victorian style. My Lady greeted her friends merrily, bending over to kiss their cheeks, and I followed obediently behind. When she chose a plush leather seat, I quickly moved to get down on my knees by her right armrest, my tiny gray stain micro-skirt riding up around my legs. After only a few minutes of chatting, my Lady snapped her fingers in my face. At once I took the small black purse from my shoulder, drawing out a silver cigarette case and quickly removing a long white cigarette I had rolled myself when my Lady wasn't using me. Very gingerly, keeping myself out of sight as I had been taught, I poked the tip of the cigarette into my Lady's waiting lips, trembling with a little excitement, and flicked the golden Zippo alight and hold the flame to the tip, watching the smooth tendrils of smoke puff from my Lady's lip.

I tilted my head back, opening my mouth wide, exposing the silver disc pierced into my tongue. For many weeks I had worn elastic mounts inside of my mouth to hold it open at all times, until I learned to be a good ashtray. Now, opening my mouth after lighting my Lady's cigarette is the favorite part of my day. I waited patiently, mouth tirelessly open, until my Lady casually flicked the end of her burning cylinder without bothering to look at me. She knew I would be in the right place, and being such a useful ashtray made me feel so good I almost forgot to keep my breaths shallow to avoid the biting pain of my corset. The taste of ash in my mouth was as bitter and grimy as always. I remember how much I had gagged, and even thrown up, when I first started. I had been a very poor ashtray back then, but now I was much better. I quickly mashed up the ashes in my mouth and swallowed them, opening my mouth to receive the next flick and do it again.

When my Lady's cigarette finally burned down to a little nub, she casually extinguished it in my mouth. Most of the time, she would easily find the little metal plate pierced into my tongue for that purpose, but every now and then, like this time, she would miss. The burning cherry of the cigarette mashed into to the tip of my tongue, my Lady grinding it from side to side to snuff it out as she always did. I winced, but I knew a good ashtray wouldn't yelp or scream, or even whine, so I didn't. It was still a little scary to hear my flesh sizzle, but I was determined to be good. When my Lady's hand pulled away, I plucked the butt off of my tongue and reached down to put my hand under my skirt, sliding the spent cigarette into my latex-lined (what used to be a) cunt with the other butts. I closed my mouth for now and turned the silver case over and over in my hand, squirming a bit as my corset poked me, savoring the bitter, dry taste in my mouth, hoping my Lady would want another cigarette very soon.  

Lilly And The Raven - Part 6

Part 6 ends chapter 3 and starts chapter 4. The story begins to move in a new direction after chapter 4, so stick around. Check out the series page for parts 1-5.

In this post: Amazoness, elves, prostitution, cock expansion, bukakke, masturbation, futa-on-girl, milking/lactation

The next day, I examined my cock in the daylight. It had most definitely grown. It was now almost a foot long, five inches at least in girth. It felt massive as I held it, but it didn't sag at all when it stood erect. My breasts had grown too, another three inches in the last week. They were now bigger than my head, and none of the close fitting dresses I owned could contain them any more. I had ordered new ones, adding another five inches to my bust measurement in anticipation of how large they would be when the dresses were completed. The tailor had sent a messenger, asking if my measurements were correct. The messenger could see quite clearly for himself. They felt heavy, but didn't bother me. As the man grows in me, so does the woman, I thought to myself. It was romantic at the time.

Every night I bought a new body to ravage. Sometimes I would be the most tender of lovers, thoughtful, deliberate, giving my lover countless orgasms before I ever penetrated her. Other times I would attack them as I had the red haired girl, ravage them violently and quickly, raping them with such abandon that it frightened even me. My moods seemed random, but I went wherever they took me. I always picked Human girls, usually small but buxom. Months went on, and I started buying two or three a night. I would go out in early evening, when the sun had just begun to turn red, find a girl with pouty lips or beautiful lipstick and buy a blowjob. Always I made them swallow my seed, no exceptions. Then I would wander the streets, visit the few open shops. In a few hours I would find a new girl, take her to some dark corner and kiss her, feel her body, get worked up until I felt that if I didn't feel hands or lips or pussy against my cock soon I would burst, and then I would leave her. I would stalk the buffet until my eye settled on one girl in particular, guided by my lust, and take her off somewhere to love her or rape her, it didn't matter. Other times I would buy two girls at the same time, or three. I would take them to little hostels and watch as they all got on their knees before me, each taking turns pleasuring me. I'd line them up on the bed like my own mini buffet, sampling this one then that one, until finally the one I liked best would feel the full force of my passion and take my cum inside of her.

Each time, my cock got a little bit bigger, a little bit harder. My breasts got a little bit bigger along side, a little fuller, more supple. But they ached. Always I had heard that large breasts were supposed to give you back problems, but it was my breast themselves that ached. Occasionally some mysterious liquid would stain the front of my clothes, leaking just a bit from my nipples. I didn't know what to do, so I just ignored it as best I could.

One cold winter night, after my fourth girl of the day had been recently ravaged, I was soaking in a hot tub in my private powder room. My cock was erect again already, the head resting on my sternum, the hot water making it ache for the hot embrace of pussy—a young one, yes, one of the child whores pimped out by those crooked-toothed men...But my breasts simply ached too much to go out again. I ran my hands over them. My bust measured two feet now. I gave them a squeeze around the nipple to see if it dulled or distracted the pain a little bit, and a white liquid shot suddenly out from them, accompanied by the immense relief felt after holding one's bladder too long. I gave a startled yelp, then squeezed them again, feeling that relief wash over me. I squeezed and pulled forward against them, and the white liquid came out even faster, fuller, turning the clear bath water a murky white. I milked my tits as fast as I could, the relief almost orgasmic after holding in this milk for so long. When no more milk came, I released them, and they glowed with pleasure and contentment as if I had just finished off another little whore. I basked in that contentment and the steam of the bath and masturbated, as I hadn't done in months and months, as if in celebration. It hardly seemed fair, that my breasts could have release but my poor cock couldn't! So I worked that giant shaft as well as I could, lifting it out of the steamy water, then dipping it back in as it began to dry, the temperature changes driving me wild.

Finally the release came, and I at last understood what I had done to hundreds of women these past months. I always I had expended my passion buried deep in their wonderful little pussies or down their welcoming throats. Now I saw what my tremendous girth could do as a huge jet of semen blasted into my face from just a few inches away. I let out a little cry in surprise, and the next blast found its way with tremendous accuracy into my mouth. Reeling, shocked, but cumming, I thrashed as if in a fit in the bathtub, filled with shock and ecstasy at the same time as another huge blast hit my face, and lost some of its energy, dribbling onto my tits. Another shot, less powerful now, dumped another load onto my tits, then a small dribble. I gave my glowing member one more stroke, pushing out the last of my spent seed onto my waiting chest, then collapsed into the tub, careful to not to let the semen be washed away. I panted for a few moments, then got out of the tub, walking over to the mirror to see myself. I could barely see my face beneath the huge swaths of semen, even as it slid down and fell onto my breasts, which were also soaked with that filmy white liquid. My cock hung enormous between my legs, nearly reaching my knees in its semi-erect state. I watched it retreat to its easily manageable size, watched gravity pull all the cum to the floor so slowly. I felt well and truly spent. Milked and then milked, I thought. I washed up, and went to bed.

Chapter 4

The Slut Within

My routine became utterly depraved, and I loved it. I'd stay out all night, come home, sleep the whole day away, and get up only to leave again and find more flesh to satisfy myself with. I would milk myself when I got up, and before I went to sleep. At first I did it out of necessity, but then I grew to take nearly orgasmic pleasure in it as my breasts became even larger. They were even bigger, now, than the raven haired whore of whom I had dreamed so long ago. They came to rest just above my navel, so full that they stuck out three feet, and maintained their perfectly formed, symmetrical shape. I could only cover them with men's dress shirts that would never button, tucked into my microscopic skirts and belted with corsets that I tied tighter each night. I found a shoemaker who made me the impossible tip-toe heels of the common streetwalker. Adding eight inches to my height made me appear like a giant. The way I was forced to walk in those unforgiving arches made my bare legs tense all the time, the powerful muscles of my thighs visible like lines of charcoal drawn onto my skin. I was constantly approached by men trying to buy me, absolutely dumbfounded by my freakishly huge breasts, and I turned them all down no matter how much they offered. Money meant absolutely nothing to me, and I had in my possession the one thing a man could possibly have to offer me. They were like insects, these men. All men. I cared only for the women whom I hadn't yet ravaged, and that number was dwindling. News of the Elf woman with colossal breasts and a special, even more gigantic surprise somehow tucked under her skirt was in the ear of every prostitute in Al Zitti. Few would submit to accepting such a giant cock, and eventually I could only find the most desperate of whores, and even they would only agree to suck on it. I longed to feel it inside a tight, hot pussy again.

And that's when she found me, the one I had never seen out here, offering her body on the buffet. I almost didn't recognize her as she stood before me, for I hadn't thought of her in months. But I caught the glimpse of those sapphire eyes and it all came flooding back. It was she, the raven haired one from my dream, the one who had shattered my last flimsy hope for a normal life! Her breasts were twice as big as I remembered them now, and seeing her for the first time standing up I saw that she was only a few inches shorter than me, but it appeared we would meet eye to eye once our punishing shoes were off.

“How much for a fuck?” She asked me, licking her lips the way she had in my dream. I was absolutely raptured by her. I stared into her eyes, and I could see something strange there. They were vacant, somehow! She was driven by absolute lust, yes, I knew this, for my eyes looked this way each evening when I looked in the mirror. Pure, carnal, instinctual, insatiable lust. The possibility of her exploded in my mind, this Human woman who was almost as big as me, whose breasts also heaved, nearly exposed, covering her whole torso. She would not be a dainty flower for me to crush or caress at a whim, she would be my equal in power and lust. What had driven her to the absolute zenith of lust and depravity that I had found, had thought I occupied alone? What did she want from me that she could not find selling herself on the streets?

She gave me a questioning look, her eyes never gaining their own sentience. Well, the time had come, hadn't it? Time for me to become what I had wanted to be all along.

“Well,” I said, my mouth dry, “Two copper and you can do whatever you want to me.” Excitement rushed through me like it hadn't since those first days. To sell myself so cheaply! The going rate was a hundred gold.

“My,” The raven hair beauty replied, “What a cheap slut you are.”

“Yes.” Was the only answer I could make, and she slipped her arm around my waist and lead me away to a nicer part of town. To her own home, I realized as we stepped in, for again I smelled her smell in that place.

Immediately she turned after closing the door and pulled off her flimsy top, her tits spilling out like an avalanche of flesh. She tossed her hair and took two big strides to crush herself against me, straining to overcome the distance created by the mass of flesh smashed between us, and locked her mouth on mine. I barely had to bend my head to meet her, and I felt her power flung against me like the crashing waves against a cliff face, flowing into me through her hands as they felt along my arms, down my back, over the sculpted contours of my ass. I kissed her back, furiously, not to be outdone. My fingers raked through her gorgeous fine hair, lingered on her shoulders, felt boldly the inside of her thighs. We were like dueling titans as we stumbled, locked together at the mouth around her home. One held another against the wall, crushing her to it, until she gained the upper hand and forced the other one against a table, trying to push the other onto her back, into submission, and the tide would turn again. She ripped off my shirt and I tore at her skirt, falling to the ground on top of her as she stumbled with it wrapped around her knees. We grappled there even as we kissed, even our tongues dueling. Neither one of us would ever give up.

My cock had become hard the second the struggle began, and it rubbed constantly against her flesh, wedged between her breasts or beating against her like a club as we struggled to overpower each other. Her body was becoming slick with my lubrication, the flawless skin rubbing against the sensitive under side felt too good, made me lose strength. She rolled on top of me, straddling over my hips and grabbed my breasts, which responded with a sudden short gush of milk. She cried in surprise as I cried in pleasure. It was late evening and I was desperately in need of a milking. The raven haired one grinned and grabbed me by the hands, pulling me up. We both stumbled along, our impossible shoes clattering loudly on the wood floor, as she pulled me to another room. It was her wash room, a gas lamp already lit inside. Before I knew what was happening she had got me to my knees, was bending me over the ivory tub. I struggled, trying to grab at her leg and throw her off balance to get on top of her again, but she had me compromised, pressing her whole weight against my collapsed pelvis so that I could only squirm and try in vain to dislodge her. My cock ached, unbearably turned on by the frantic struggle that I was losing for the first time!

She grabbed my breasts again and squeezed, pulling downward as I had done a thousand times. Except these weren't my hands, I wasn't alone in my wash room doing what must be done and only vaguely enjoying it. This gorgeous, evil, powerful Human girl had me powerless in her home, milking me like cattle, breathing breathless questions into my hair about how it felt, calling me a whore and a slut for liking it so much. I couldn't have spoken to tell her, I had no words at all. Each pull was like an orgasm in itself. My mouth opened, my body went limp, my eyes rolled up and I could no longer struggle. For hours it seemed like she milked me, until the basin swam with a thin coat of milk and she released me. I struggled to stand up, and now she helped me, tenderly. I still felt her exuding power, but I couldn't fight it. She led me back to her bedchamber and laid me out on her bed, as I had done to her in my dream. She crawled on top of me, running her hand over the two feet of my burning hot cock. It lay nestled between my breasts, and she took one in each hand, closing them around it, and slowly pushed back and forth, massaging my cock with my own tits. I wanted to fight back, to seize her wrists and throw her over beside me, pounce on top of her and rub it between her tits, but I couldn't. It felt so good I couldn't move. She lowered herself as she slowly pleasured me of me, her breasts surrounding the other length of my member, and closed her lips around the head of my cock. They were just as supple, wet, and tight as they had felt in my dream. Her tongue felt rough but somehow smooth as she licked and probed.

I realized that, whatever had happened in her life, somehow she had seen cocks bigger than this. She knew how to handle it perfectly but more than that-- she loved it more than any normal cock she had ever known.

My desire for her flared suddenly at that moment. She could give me what I had wanted, had burned for for weeks now! My strength returned, a burst of primal, animal strength as I rolled over onto her, pinning her finally beneath me. She didn't struggle now. I had been in her power, now she would be in my power. We could go back and forth for all eternity.

I fumbled frantically to get myself into position, to guide my member to the spot between those spread legs that could give me what I wanted at long last. Her face contorted as I pushed in with a long cry of ecstasy and release, feeling the immensely tight fit of my freakish cock inside of her. It was tighter even than the little red head's ass had been when I raped her. But I could see on her face that this was what she wanted, that it reminded her of something she had known, something she had desired for a long time. Our passionate moans and screams went on almost ceaselessly, I was instantly lost in utter abandon from the pleasure, each moment itself an orgasm stretched over a hundred years, each thrust more earth shaking than the last. Her capacity to yield to my massive girth was astonishing, I could see the faint bulge beneath her skin as I ravaged her as fast and as hard as I could. Her pussy felt deeper than any I had felt, tighter, hotter, slicker, more textured, like a million tiny hands and open mouths massaged my member as it plowed into her. I watched in a trance as her enormous breasts heaved back and forth in time with my frantic plowing, nearly hitting her in the face and then nearly slapping against her thighs. My own breasts hung immensely heavy from my chest, slapping against hers in ceaseless, hypnotic rhythm. I drew myself up, my back straight, kneeling on the bed and pulling her up at an angle to penetrate her and pulled her to me as I thrust with my hips, and she ground her hips in a circular motion, jerking back and forth randomly. I couldn't count how many times she had cum, it seemed for her to be one long, endless orgasm of ever increasing intensity. Her whole body was tense with the pleasure of it, her face a mask of concentrated bliss.

I felt the end fast approaching. I felt my mind melting, my body becoming that beacon of pure energy, focusing down, down, down to one point, ready to burst forth. I tore my cock from her and she fell limply onto the bed. I collapsed to the side, and my cock pointed straight at the ceiling and began to cum so violently I nearly lost consciousness. The cum shot out of me in a huge geyser, the contractions deep inside of me so rapid and so powerful that the flow never broke. My cock swelled to twice its normal size, the orgasm going on longer and longer than anything I had experienced before. Huge gobs of cum showered me and the raven haired whore, covered our naked bodies head to toe. I was straining to hold my cock upright, to keep the shower going, but its sudden growth and weight too much for me. My arms gave out, and my cock crashed against me like a bludgeon with a loud, wet thud, and still my orgasm went on. Now just an inch from my face, my wild, uncontrollable member poured steaming hot cum into my face, filling my mouth as it opened in a gasp, matting down my hair and soaking the bed around me. Longer and longer it went on, it seemed it would never stop. For fully twenty seconds after my member had crashed down on me it dumped that liquid into my face, the whole episode lasting almost two minutes. I was exhausted, spent beyond words, completely unable to move when at last it finished. I laid there until the cum was cold against my skin, and the raven haired girl never stirred beside me. Finally I mustered the strength to reach up, to wipe the semen from my eyes and open them. My cock was still erect, but it felt content. It was bright red and the veins were thick as ropes on the mast of a ship. I shifted to my side, feeling huge globs of cum slide off of me, to look at my lover. She was laying as I had left her, legs spread, arms at her sides. She was staring up at the ceiling, but she was wide awake, basking in the glow of her hour long orgasm.  

Lilly And The Raven - Part 5

October begins...and today we reach page 17 of 49 of Lilly. New original work tomorrow or the day after~ Check out the series page for parts 1-4.


In this post: Amazoness, elves, prostitution, rape, anal

But of course I couldn't stay away from such pleasure once I had known it. My feet would not sit still come evening time, as the sun fell below the horizon, when I knew the buffet of writhing, sensuous bodies awaited me in another part of the city. Such behavior, so strictly forbidden my whole life. To even think about sex before marriage, let alone sex outside of marriage, was simply unheard of. Hardly tolerated at all, especially in the girls. Now it was mine, for marriage meant nothing, and I was too far from home for anyone there to ever know or care. The excitement I felt breaking the old taboos was almost as delightful as the physical act itself. And I had only done it once, in truth! Sucking that man's dick, when was it? Ah yes, wedding night, to prove that I was his property. It meant nothing. A thousand open mouths would swallow my cum now, and I would never have to be the one doing the swallowing ever again. I had the power and the freedom of any man in the city! The thing I rebelled against the most had become the hedonism I abandoned myself to. I hadn't even realized I had left the house until I was half way to the place I had been last night, dressed now in my shortest skirt and most revealing top, with my lips painted a deep shade of red, the rouge heavy on my cheeks, the kohl thick around my eyes. My wavy blond hair was clipped behind me but otherwise hung loose, bangs hanging in my face exotically, mysteriously. My ears had no jewels on them for the first time in years, and I loved how smooth and slender they felt without the cold catch of metal against my fingers as I stroked their wandering expanse from base to tip. I was always a bit vain about my ears, so long and slender...

I walked through the buffet even slower than before, in the shadows again to avoid being picked out by another perusing customer. I still had no idea what I would say if approached, and dimly I entertained the idea of accepting, going to some filthy alleyway and sucking off a stranger for a sum of coins so tiny I would have thrown it into the hat of a street musician though it could feed a regular family for a week. But no—that was no longer me. I was no longer the woman. I was the form of a woman, with the power of a man. The way the world should be, the aggression and power of men in the safekeeping of delicate feminine hands

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As I said I drank in the sights even more slowly today. The bare legs, the ample bosoms barely covered, the sensual curve of the feet forced to stand nearly vertical. I wondered where I could get a pair of shoes like theirs. But now one caught my eye, another dainty Human girl, much more trashy than the innocent little country girl I had dominated the night before. She was taller than that one, her red hair was like a flame in the night. She wore only a bra of leather and a leather skirt that looked like a blindfold stretched to cover the bare minimum of her hips. Her legs looked like they were carved from marble, her eyes were heavily circled with dark paint, and her stance was utterly confident, endlessly sexual. I could already feel my pulse racing as I approached her and found her much less perturbed by me than the girl the night before. She asked no questions but came with me after naming her price, which shocked me as it was barely a fifth of what I had paid the other girl. I pulled her close to me as we walked to a hostel and rested my hand on her ass, feeling the way it shifted back and forth with each step. What a pair we must have looked! The tall Elf and the sexy, confident Human, both barely dressed, walking so close their sides touched.

Something about her demeanor and confidence woke something primal in me. I had known all possibilities with the country girl the night before, but now my focus was clear. The defiance and cavalier attitude of this one infuriated me in a very cold, dispassionate way. I wanted to break her spirit, to crush her confidence and leave her shaken. I wanted to dominate her like she had never been dominated, force her to submit to my will. As we stepped into our private room she asked for payment. I produced it, held it out to her, then snatched it away as she reached for it. She stared at me incredulously. I threw the money past her, smirking as it clattered on the hard floor.

“Pick it up.” I commanded. She narrowed her eyes but turned and bent down to retrieve it. I closed the gap between us in two long strides and swung my hand as hard as I could, slapping the exposed skin of her ass with a deafening report in the tiny room. She toppled over, unable to keep any balance in her impractical shoes. When she whipped around, fury on her face, I was already upon her, grabbing her arms and hoisting her off the floor and off her feet. She cried out, and it just filled me with even more satisfaction. I took the few steps to the bed and dropped her on it. To my surprise she started to scramble away from me, startled and frightened. I grabbed one thrashing ankle and dragged her back towards me, reaching with the other hand to pull her skirt down around her knees with one great jerk. I released her ankle and transferred both hands to her shoulders, pinning her face down on the bed. I could feel that lustful abandon coming over me again, driving my actions as if by steam power rather than conscious will. She cursed me, and I grabbed her arms again, flinging her from the bed and onto the floor like a rag doll, listening to her thud and clatter. She scrambled to her feet again and I grabbed her with one hand around the throat, lifting her just enough that her feet became useless. Still she struggled and cursed. With my free hand I pulled up my skirt and freed my raging member. It felt like a hot iron rod in my hand and I could see that it was visibly larger than I remembered it. She stared at it like it was a weapon and froze against my grip. I forced her to her knees before me, and in her terror she was beginning to submit. I held her by her fiery red hair and jerked her head back to look up at me. Kneeling just a bit because I was still so much taller than her, I began to rub my member on her face. It gushed lubrication, and her face began to shine in the lamp light, slick and sticky. I could sense her humiliation, and it just turned me on even more. Twice she asked me to stop, and both times I lifted my member and then with one violent jerk slapped it hard against her face. The sting felt unutterably wonderful. After I had my fill and wanted to move on, I released her and told her to get on the bed, on all fours. Meekly she did this, but I could still see she was only biding her time until this was over.

I was too tall to take her standing from behind, so I knelt on the edge of the bed behind her and quickly found her orifice and forced my way inside, heedless of the inadequate lubrication. Ah, the squeezing, hot ecstasy of that delicate canal! This one was was so different from my dainty blond beauty. I pounded her as hard as I could, forcing her to give into me, daring her with each stroke to attempt to escape me. Soon enough my member became slick enough to glide even faster through her insides. The slapping sound of my hips against her ass filled the room until it was louder than her cries and my moans. I eyed the tiny slit of her anus the whole time, wondering, wondering...

She finally cried out for me to stop, a fatal mistake. I was enraged that she would dare, that she would dare! To question me, to attempt to exact anything from me but the cruel thrust of my member into her. She should be glad to have only that! And so I did pull out of her, and her relief was evident in her sudden sigh. But I grabbed the cheeks of her ample little ass and pulled them apart, resetting myself. No! She cried out again, but I spit onto her tiny, winking anus and then drove my cock as hard as I could against its unyielding push. I pulled back and tried again, and it opened just a little bit. She was struggling to get away, but it was hopeless, I was too big, too strong. I held her there like a pin in the body of a butterfly. After much coaxing that most stubborn orifice yielded to me and she screamed in real pain. Part of me lost its nerve, but the other part redoubled its passion in compensation, and I pushed and pushed until I could truly go no deeper. I could see her bleeding, but I didn't care. I held her down and thrust, each one coming a little easier than the last. I was absolutely entranced by the tightness of it. So tight! I couldn't thrust more than half an inch back and forth it held me so tight, but each thrust was five times more pleasurable for it.

I wanted to feel her body and spirit break beneath me, so I went slow. I pumped her ass non stop for half an hour, until her trembling arms finally gave out and she collapsed against the bed, her hips held in the air by the strength of the cock ravaging it. She went limp and no longer struggled. I worked her ass faster, building up that complete abandonment of thought, feeling the torrent of pleasure approaching faster and faster, alarmingly fast. As soon as I felt my body tense up and get ready to release its pent up ecstasy, I pulled out of her, jerked around to lay on her back, scrambled on top of her, stroking the head of my cock as fast as I could as I positioned it over her face. And again it came, as wonderful and earth-shattering as ever, and I watched as each rapid contraction spilled another great torrent of sticky white cum onto her pretty, defeated little face. Her defeat, her violation, her humiliation made everything about this moment all the stronger. It fed off of her submission, like a hungry beast it devoured her dignity and washed it away in a torrent of hot white semen. I stared down at her for a long while, panting, feeling the contentment of release and the satisfaction of orgasm, of defeating her defiant spirit. I watched the cum slide slowly down the sides of her face to drip into her hair, to drag her makeup in filthy streaks behind it until she looked a horror. Her eyes were open, but she looked away from me and never attempted to meet my eyes. She didn't move, even after I had dressed, picked up my money from the floor, and left her there, broken on the rented bed.  

The Goddess's Fate - Part 3

Yesterday was crazy, so no post. Sorry! Here's the end of chapter 1 for The Goddess's Fate. Lots more perverted stuff to come now that the setup is almost done! Check out the series page for parts 1 and 2.


In this post: BDSM, straight sex

When Athyra opened her eyes again, she realized that she had fallen asleep. Her whole body still buzzed and vibrated with the expert attention given it by Fame's minions. At the thought of them she realized the two women were still at her side, their hands draped casually over her midsection and their arms pillowing her head. They were both asleep, an unguarded sleep that made their beautiful faces seem even more angelic and perfect. She noticed that they had taken off their corsets, though she couldn't remember when. Slowly she remembered why she had come here in the first place and realized she would need to speak to Fame before leaving to find out what the next step was.

The two girls woke up as she dislodged herself from between them and scampered to put her robe back on. When she looked back she saw them watching her, looking very relaxed and satisfied with themselves. Their look said, yeah, we know you loved every second of that, little-miss-goddess, and we could do it all again in a heart beat. Athyra tried not to be offended, or tempted for that matter. She felt she should say something but nothing came to mind. She left before the whole ordeal could start getting awkward.

It took her some time to find her way back to the main hall and finally to Fame's quarters. She had been distracted by their conversation. Luckily Fame was back on the edge of the bed where she had first met him. The olive skinned elf was back as well, on her knees with her hands still tied behind her back. Dahlia was also there, standing over the elf and holding a wine glass to the girl's lips. As Athyra got closer she could see what she took to be wine was actually a glass full of cum. Horrified, she stood there watching as Dahlia tipped the glass back, forcing the girl to drink. The elf managed to gulp down three quarters of it before she finally sputtered and spat, coughing and gagging. Fame watched with a serious expression while Dahlia laid into the girl, ferociously slapping her across the face left and right. The elf toppled over, huge gobs of thick cum gushing out of her mouth with each cough. Dahlia stepped on her right breast with her stiletto boot. The girl couldn't manage a scream.

“You will learn to be a good whore,” Dahlia's voice was bone-chillingly calm while still managing to sound utterly threatening. “So help me, you will learn.”

“Yes mistress,” the elf moaned in a tiny voice. Dahlia hauled the girl back to her knees with a handful of hair. She produced another glass of cum and put it to the girl's lips. Athyra was still frozen by mute terror and fascination. This time the elf girl managed to down the whole thing with five big gulps. She gasped for air and looked momentarily sick, groaning painfully and desperately, but she kept it all down. Only then did Fame notice Athyra standing there in mute horror.

“Ah! Athyra my love, welcome back,” he said. “Did Eva and Alleya treat you well?”

Dahlia's head snapped around to look straight at Athyra when Fame spoke her name, and the two of them locked eyes. The intensity of the woman's stare was new to Athyra who found it somewhat threatening but also rather annoying. The elf girl stared at the floor and breathed heavily.

“I suppose. We had a nice chat.” She said, finally tearing her eyes away from Dahlia's. Fame laughed heartily. More than a few of the girls around the pool picked up the laughter in hollow tones. The effect in the cavernous room was very eerie.

“I'm sure you did, my sweet. Have you come to finish our business?”

Athyra nodded, glad that Fame wasn't headed down some verbose tangent again.

“Very good, very good. Dahlia, my love, attend to me a moment.”

Dahlia's gaze finally left Athyra, who discovered she had been holding her breath. The look she gave Fame was one of utter love and devotion. A warm smile spread across her face, an expression that looked almost alien on her.

“It's come to my attention that our dearest friend Athyra has fallen into a similar situation that I was in about, oh, twenty centuries back. Do you remember that, my sweet?”

Dahlia nodded.

“It is my sincerest hope that my dear friend Athyra manages to avoid her fate in the same way that I did. You understand?”

Dahlia's head turned, her smile gone. She fixed Athyra in another gaze, full of contempt.

“This one?” She asked. Her voice was deep and smooth as silk, shockingly cold but intriguing.

“Yes, she's the one my love.” Athyra nodded to her, hoping she would look away again. She did not.

“Yesssss,” Dahlia drew out the sibilant in an uncannily serpentine way, “Yes, I see. It would not do at all. I hope that all goes well for her.”

Fame smiled at Athyra. She could easily interpret that the matter was done now.

“Now Dahlia my sweet, come here and finish the job that bitch couldn't even start.”

Dahlia laughed a cruel, twisted laugh. With a kick she sent the elf sprawling head first into the pool and turned to jump on top of Fame, who immediately began ripping her clothes off. Athyra watched in alarm as the elf sank, her hands still tied behind her back. Before she knew what she was doing, she was kneeling by the water's edge, groping in the pool to grab her. She caught a handful hair and hauled it up, searching for the girl's arm. After much struggling and a lot of splashing she hauled the girl out. The elf gasped for air and coughed up mouthfuls of water.

“How could you do that,” Athyra demanded furiously, turning back to Fame. Dahlia was already on top of him, naked, the enormous girth of the god somehow shoved into her pussy. The two of them looked innocently at Athyra.

“Athyra my love, none of them can die here,” Fame explained patiently. Athyra knew that, but the cruelty of it...she couldn't express it. All she wanted to do was scream at him in blind rage. A few moments of impotent anger was all she could take. She finally summoned up a gateway back to her own realm, and slumped down in the white, icy coolness of her own halls. She felt like she had forgotten something back in Fame's realm, but she didn't know what it could be.  

Lilly And The Raven - Part 4

Part 4 kicks off chapter 3 of part 1. Now things start getting interesting~ New work coming soon as I work out a commission.


In this post: Amazoness, elves, prostitution, futa-on-girl

Chapter 3

My Whores

I set off for the city with my pockets stuffed with gold that very night. I had the presence of mind not to go out decked with jewelery and fine fabrics as I would have at any other time. These things would show my status just as sure as wearing the livery of my husband's house. The only women on the streets of Al Zitti after sundown were prostitutes, so I would have to look like one in order to avoid being discovered. Accordingly, I put on the skimpiest outfit in my wardrobe. It was so offensive to me when I was presented with it that I refused to ever wear it, but now I slipped it on with mounting excitement. It was a garb of pure leather lined on the inside with silk, metal rods carefully stitched inside the hide gave it a permanent shape. Like a corset it squeezed my flesh into submission, forming my body into some impossible shape. I pulled it down a little further to ensure that the small bulge between my legs would go unnoticed, but this meant my breasts were all but fully exposed. The tight, constricting fit was uncomfortable, the highest of high heels that I owned even more so, but I did it all to look the part, or so I told myself. I slipped out of the house and hoped that no one would stop me and try to acquire my 'services'.

I headed straight out of the imperial district, into Al Zitti itself, to the open air bazaars that were now closed up as the moon slowly crept across the sky. At first I saw no one but the far off figures of watchmen patrolling. I walked into seedier, more dilapidated parts of town, my feet aching and the rub of the too-tight dress maddeningly sensual. I could almost see myself walking down the empty street, the outline of my ass working beneath the leather, visible as if I wore nothing at all. The flesh of my breasts jiggling like gelatin, the spill off my light blond hair over my face like a mask. Those I passed only glimpsed at me, and I wondered what they thought of the elegant looking Elf woman in such depraved attire. Finally, I came along the intersection of the bazaar street with the main travel artery of the city, and I saw them at last.

My heart pounded as I looked at them. They wandered the streets in every direction, dainty little female forms squeezed into as little clothing as possible, faces painted elaborately, some of them looking horrifying, and others absolutely stunning. It was a veritable buffet of flesh, something to satisfy anyone in the world in this city where anything desire could conjure could be bought and sold. The women all ranged in age from those who had just barely sprouted breasts to gray haired crones, ugly to beautiful, fat to thin, dark skinned or light skinned. Human, cat-woman, Elf, all intermingled in small groups along the street or stood solitary beneath a lamp post, scanning the area for available men. Even as I watched, I saw them negotiate with their clientèle, gesturing furiously or pulling close to him as his arm slithered around her waist and they walked off together in random directions. Despite all the people here, it was very quiet. The sounds of the night were louder than the mutterings of living beings. Occasionally a crack of laughter would burst through the silence, or a muffled cry, but mostly those in groups talked in low voices to each other, and those alone stared impassively at those around them. I was ignored as I walked along the street, just another body in the buffet to them. I looked at each face, appraised each nearly naked body.

Finally I found a blond haired Human girl who couldn't have been older than sixteen standing by herself in the shadows. She wore a white sun dress that was so unlike the tight leathers and see-through fabrics of all the others that I thought she might not be a prostitute. It hung loose around her, and she looked like a carefree country girl except for the devious white high heels she wore, so steep she stood on her tip toes. These shoes seemed to be the mark of a prostitute, for they all wore something similar. But she looked so young, so innocent and frail in spite of it all. When the evening summer wind blew I could see the outline of her body as the thin dress pressed against her, and it was exquisite. I had made my choice, and I fought to keep my member from swelling up and escaping its prison to thrust itself immediately at this girl and dominate her the way it had dominated the other one, the black haired one, in my dream. I licked my lips and approached her, my Elf stature in high heels towering over her so that her eyes stared into my breasts.

She looked up at me, wide-eyed, but scowled.

“I told you I don't want a pimp, I'm just doing this for a little while.” She spat at me with such an acrid tone that was so out of place with her angelic face that I was taken aback and couldn't respond for a moment.

“No,” I stammered finally, “You misunderstand. I have no wish to own you, except to bring you to my bed.” I realized suddenly that I was talking like a noblewoman, that no one on the street, certainly no one who had to sell herself, would talk like this. But the girl didn't seem to notice, or care.

“Oh,” Her face changed now, became neutral and impassive. “You want me to entertain your husband, do you? So many do. It's strange.”

I shook my head, “No, no. I merely want you for myself.” My heart was pounding as I spoke the words and heard the truth of them ringing in my ears. Speaking so candidly was not something I had known in my life of careful deceit and scripted obedience. The girl stared at me. I suddenly got the impression that she hadn't been a prostitute very long, didn't know how to handle this situation. But she nodded dumbly.

“All right.” She said, but I could see in her eyes that she added, but I've never been with a woman before. I grinned inwardly to think that soon she wouldn't find it all that unfamiliar.

I left with her guiding us to a “private place”. I slipped my arm around her waist and held her against me as we walked as I had seen the men do, taking an even greater excitement in feeling her against me, knowing that for the time being this body belonged to me and I could do anything to it that I wished.

We stepped into a tiny house that was little more than a kitchen with a bed in the corner, and I could tell it was hers, for the fragrance of her skin and her hair that I found so intoxicating was in this place. She lit a few candles and turned, her mouth open to explain her prices and her rules to me, but I was holding out a fist full of gold coins to her. She stared at them dumbly, utterly shocked to see so much money in one place. I could discern this, but it made no sense to me. This much money had been a paltry sum for my whole life, I had found myself wishing I had brought more as I perused the streets, taking in the buffet of breasts and lips and thighs. She took it, whatever rules she was about to recite to me in a cold, reprimanding tone erased from her mouth. For this much money, she would do anything at all. I felt a flash of the noblewoman's contempt for such debauchery. That she would degrade herself so much for a petty handful of coins! Rather than filling me with disgust as it would have any time before drinking that strange elixir, now it filled me with lust, and I could scarcely contain it. Was this how men felt about this depraved exchange of cash?

I walked over to the bed and she followed after stashing the gold away somewhere. She stood before me, visibly unsure of what to do next. I was long past my cultured subservience to indecision now; I positively burned to make her mine. I reached out, bending down slightly to grab hold of her flimsy little dress and pull it up over her head. She was naked underneath it, and the audacity of that sent another wave of desire through me. With my superior size and strength I picked her up, set her on the bed, a trembling doll made of flesh for me to play with. I got on my knees in front of the bed, and now I could see her delicate flesh up close for the first time. Her skin was soft, flecked with tiny imperfections and nearly invisible little hairs that made it even more alluring, totally unlike the flawless alabaster of the other one, the dark haired one. There was a birthmark on her right breast, her abdomen was smooth but not muscular like mine or the other one's. Her thighs were delicate but firm, and I could have stared for hours at the dainty beauty of her little pink pussy glowing in the candle light. I ran my hands all over her body, the constricting leather wrapped around my body making it hard to breathe as I needed to breathe faster to keep pace with my racing heart. My movements felt sluggish, my head was light, I felt drugged, but I still moved over her, cupping her arched back with my hand, closing my mouth around one small, perfect little breast. I drank in the feel of her, her scent, her voice, like a bottle of wine against my lips, growing rapidly intoxicated by her heady aroma and the salty taste of her nubile flesh, the strange taste of her mouth against mine.

At last I could stand the leather and metal rods no longer, I stood and pulled the thing off of me impatiently and as an after thought I pulled off my undergarments as well. I heard her gasp as I she saw the raging python slip out from between my legs, roaring for pleasure, demanding her utter submission. I brushed aside her questions, ignoring them. She resisted me for a brief moment, then yielded again as I pushed her further onto the bed and climbed on top of her. So what? It was just another penis, and the pay was astronomically higher than what she usually got for this same service.

She came after me now, her small hands groping at my breasts, which seemed even larger now though I didn't stop to examine them. She tweaked my nipples and ran her hands over my back as we kissed and pressed my member against me with her body where it lay sandwiched between us. Our blond hair tangled together and we rolled on the bed once, where she squirmed on top of me for a moment before we rolled again and I crushed her to the mattress with my superior size. I thought incessantly of that pretty pink pussy I had looked at, had run my fingers over. I probed it again now and found it wet and sticky as the fluid that came from my own member. I shifted now, drew myself up. She sensed this at once and shifted as well, spreading her legs open as much as she could in the small space. I gripped my member and probed between her legs, seeking some purchase there, now panting like an animal in heat. It seemed like forever that I prodded and caressed, but soon enough I felt something give and I pushed against it, guiding my thick member into that tiny orifice until at last I felt it yield to me completely, felt my member enveloped in a wet, burning hot, incredibly tight mass of flesh. A sound of pure delight escaped me against my will, and I pushed harder, deeper until I was in as far as I could go. I drew myself down against my squirming prize, my petite blond beauty who seemed so innocent. I would rend the innocence from her flesh!

I pressed her against me, my strength finding no task in of controlling her body completely. Slowly I backed out of her squeezing orifice, then thrust back in, feeling the ecstasy of that first push all over again. A low cry escaped the dainty thing in my arms, but I thrust again, feeling the blast of pleasure all the way at the top of my skull so that my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my mouth hung open dumbly. I thrust over and over, mechanically, with zealous mania, memorizing the feel of her delicate insides as they yielded to my power. I hated her and I loved her, I wanted to shower her with kisses and low murmurs of affection as I gently pumped pleasure through both of our bodies, and I wanted to hold her face against the bed and slam against her hips so hard and fast her spine would snap like a twig. But I kept holding her against me, working my hips in that hypnotic fashion, my thoughts nothing but currents of vague, primal feeling that surged and retreated in time with each thrust. I could see our shadows against the wall. I now sat back on my legs, holding her up with my hands against her arched back as she went limp with pleasure or submission I don't know. I saw my arms lift her body like a doll, saw the powerful shaft of my member in shadow, connected to her, then watched it disappear inside of her as I pulled her back into me. My thighs looked like the trunks of great, ancient trees compared to her tiny sticks. My breasts were mountains heaving upwards from the earth compared to her tiny rolling hills. My arms holding her up were things of iron, and her shadow was enveloped in mine, indistinct, the post script scrawled at the end of a massive treatise on raw feminine power.

Her brown eyes watched me beneath nearly closed lids, her face was serene, her body was responding to my assault with hard nipples, slick pussy, deep moans. I could feel my mind slipping into that dreamlike state that came before climax, that utter stillness in which all lust and all thought seemed to grow still and then culminate in a great rushing river of joy and delight, where all things were possible and nothing mattered. I felt that river rush through me, felt my throbbing cock swell and grow even more sensitive, feeling every tiny cell of her pussy as I drove against it faster than ever. I felt that river rush from me, my body tense, eyes flung wide open, mouth agape, guttural sounds being pushed out of it by the contractions deep within me. I felt my cum rush through my shaft and into her limp, flexing body, harder than I had ever cum before. I felt it leaving me like a gunshot, pouring into her in great, gushing streams. She cried out at the heat of it, the volume of it. I couldn't move. I was utterly stunned, completely lost in the wilderness of my empty mind, everything that had been there washed away in that torrent of ecstasy and now coursed through her body. I lowered myself on top of her again, my legs aching from the strange position I had held her in. Slowly, very slowly I returned to myself, looked down at her serene face, finding her eyes mercifully closed as I stared at her. I realized she had gained some sort of release as well, and basked in the afterglow of it as I now did. I shifted to pull my member out of her, finding it impossibly sensitive now, gasping at the sensation so close to pain but so kin to pleasure that I continued pulling it out, letting out another sound of pleasure and delight as it pulled free of her with a little sucking sound. Immediately a small stream of cum came pouring out of her. I had definitely spent my passion! I caught my breath there, straddled on all fours over her. 

Without a word I got up, still pulsating with that light and that feeling of being inside of her, of pouring myself into her. I squeezed back into my hooker's disguise and found that I didn't mind the exposure so much. As I walked home I experimented walking as the prostitutes did, one foot in front of the other, swaying my hips hypnotically, and I felt truly alive.

As I laid in bed that night, trying to will myself to sleep, my body was still a riot of remembered pleasure. I felt her against me, felt the incessant grip of her pussy against my member as if I had only pulled out seconds earlier. My erection throbbed again already, feeling bigger and more powerful than ever, but eventually I fell asleep purely out of exhaustion.

The Goddess's Fate - Part 2

Part 2 of chapter 1 of the story I began posting yesterday. Tomorrow's posting is up in the air, be sure to check in. Check out the series page or scroll down to read part 1.


In this post: Cumshot, lesbian three-way

Suddenly Fame closed his eyes and appeared relaxed. Athyra was momentarily confused and alarmed, until she suddenly heard the girls at his feet moaning. She looked down and saw great torrents of thick white cum gushing from the God's swollen member, his whole lower body seeming to contract to push all of it out with such force and volume. The faces of the women were already covered, and the thick substance sloughed off onto their breasts and thighs in torrents. Athyra looked away and folded her arms, a little bile rising in her throat. When she looked back, the girls had already cleared the cum from their eyes, but left the rest of it untouched. They sat on either of Fame's huge thighs, looking like they had fallen in a puddle of white mud.

“I would have figured all your little play things would be naked,” Athyra said arrogantly, trying to regain control of her usual persona.

“Oh,” said Fame, “I can see how you would get that impression.” He sounded like a mortal having a mundane conversation about the weather as he explained. “Not everyone is equal here in Fame's realm. There's a lot of demand for my attention, but I bore easily, so the women are ranked by beauty, libido, and skill. The better your rank, the more clothes you are allowed. Worthless slaves and new arrivals are kept naked. Bikinis like these,” he groped a breast each on the girls in his lap, “are next, going on up to mini-skirts, harnesses, so on. Girls with special skills get shoes, the height of the heel denotes what skill it is. Two inches--”

“Enough,” Athyra said, noticing with a bit of panic that both the girls on his lap wore high heels, “I was trying to be a bitch, I don't want to hear about your sick little games.”

Fame looked almost crestfallen at her outburst, and she felt a pang of guilt, which she immediately silenced. He's getting to me, she thought, the power of this place gets to anyone after a while, he's trying to stall me. Nonetheless, she tried to salvage the conversation, knowing full well that he held the key to her dilemma.

“I guess that Dahlia women is quite high ranked.”

Fame smiled again, a wicked smile. “She's my right hand,” he said.

“Anyway,” Athyra attempted to steer the conversation, “You were saying you found a way around your Fate.”

Fame stood, dislodging his lap-ornaments. “Perhaps you should tell me everything,” he said kindly, and went for the door. Athyra glanced at the girls, who were now on the bed licking each other clean, and quickly followed Fame.

As they wandered through some of the more empty corridors, she told him everything. The blond girl whom she had killed, and now the new one, the buxom brunette with rippling muscles wearing her own gown ten years from now. The mirror had said it was Fate.

“Ten years,” Fame said gravely, “Not much time at all.”

“Do you think I can get around this?” She sounded desperate and hated herself for it.

“What you describe is very similar to what happened to me. A powerful warrior was to be vying for my place according to the mirror. He was to use various choice women to lure me out with the ritual that I'm sure you know about, and do battle with me. Eventually I would have been defeated.”

Athyra felt a spark of hope. The situations were very similar. “What did you do?” She asked.

“I sent Dahlia after him,” he grinned. Athyra was astonished.

“That's direct intervention. You could have lost your powers from that alone.”

“It was a gamble, I admit. I had to be very careful. I simply told Dahlia about the prophecy, and she took it upon herself to take care of him. Of course I knew that she would, but by not giving an order I was able to escape the full brunt of Fate's fury. My powers weakened considerably for a time, yes, and I lost many good slaves, but I made it through. I even believe I could have intervened myself and still have escaped with my powers. I am, after all, very powerful. And you are even more powerful than me, I hate to admit. I'm sure you could do the same. Arrogance is much more powerful than lust. A king can't be conquered by a whore if he believes himself above her.”

Athyra cringed a bit, despite agreeing fully that she was far more powerful. She did not like being called the Goddess of Arrogance. She preferred Confidence. Nonetheless, the story of his success was extremely good news to her, but there was one bad detail.

“What you say sounds perfect,” she admitted, “but I have no minions or followers to utilize the way you say. Confidence may be more powerful than lust, but it by design it does not inspire devotion to powers greater than oneself.”

Fame smiled warmly at her. Athyra felt a chill run through her gut.

“If you'd like to strike a deal,” he purred, “I could have Dahlia do all the work for you.”

Athyra clenched her teeth. She was sure she could handle this on her own, she just didn't know how she could get it done in less than ten years. Inexplicably, she felt that what he was offering was the only solution. Some quiet voice in the back of her head was trying to warn her about something, but she couldn't quite hear it.

“What kind of deal?” she heard herself ask. Fame's smile widened.

“Dahlia will find this girl and make contact with her. She will find out how best to attack this girl's psyche. For this we may need you to utilize some of your own powers, but we will find a way to make sure it keeps you on the right side of Fate. Dahlia will convince this girl to make a pact with me, and once she is mine it will be impossible for her to threaten you.”

The two of them turned into a doorway on the left side of a nondescript corridor.

“You believe this will work?”

Fame nodded. “Of course. You cannot alter your own destiny, but mortals can be lead away from their own if the forces exerted are strong enough. If her fate is altered, the Fate awaiting you cannot be fulfilled, and it will go away. It worked for me.” He grinned and motioned to the far side of the room.

A man stood naked and blindfolded, his hands tied above his head with an iron chain. His whole body was covered in lashes, bruises, and red marks from whips and all other manner of devices. Two tall women stood hear him, lashing him with switches made of leather. They both wore tight leather corsets and garter belts holding up black stockings. They swayed from foot to foot on very tall high heeled boots and seemed to be greatly enjoying this brutal torture session. Athyra felt a bit sick and light headed again, worse than the last time.

“Meet the man who was to take my place, my darling Athyra.” Fame motioned to the human whipping post. “Dahlia did well bringing him to my side, and once I had him I decided he could do without the pleasures of my realm.”

The two fems stopped whipping and turned to face the two Gods, fingering their whips and eying Athyra.

“So what do you want in return for all this?” She asked reluctantly, folding her arms over her breasts after seeing the looks she was being given. Fame seemed not to hear her and walked over to his girls.

“Eva,” he kissed the first on the lips, “Alleya,” he kissed the other. The two of them watched him intently, seeming to read his expression. He turned back to Athyra with an unreadable smile.

“Just spend an hour with my two lovelies here,” he said smoothly, “That's all I ask. Just do whatever they want. They won't bite unless you want them to.”

Athyra stared at him. She had no idea what to make of such a deal. An hour with two women in exchange for her very Godhood and possibly her life. Coming here she had dreaded the possibility of needing to satisfy Fame, but now he was going to quietly step out and leave her in the hands of two apparently mid-level minions. The deal seemed too good to be true, but she inexplicably felt like she should just go ahead and do it. Get it over with, then get out. It might not even be that bad. She glanced at the two girls then back at Fame, hesitating.

“Well,” she said haltingly, “I guess that's a good deal.”

Fame's face burst into a huge smile and he clapped his hands together.

“Wonderful! Let us formalize our partnership in this matter.” He held out his hand. Among Gods, a handshake made a deal permanent. It was almost impossible to back out if the other party did not want to release you from the terms. She tried to go over the deal in her head again, looking for loopholes, but it all felt so fuzzy. Better to just get it under way. She shook his huge hand, then he turned on his heel and left the room without another word.

Athyra suddenly felt extremely self-conscious alone in the room with the two women in corsets and stockings. The whipping-boy had disappeared to somewhere when she wasn't looking. She gathered up her confidence and looked directly at them.

Eva was a traditionally pretty girl in her early twenties with light blond hair in pigtails. Her lips were thin, but her face was smooth and elegant looking. Her corset squeezed a modest bosom and looked so tight Athyra wasn't sure how she was able to breathe. Her real asset was a glorious round and plump ass set on wide hips that even she had to admit was extremely attractive. She wore a small g-string. Athyra wondered what “rank” that made her.

Alleya was her opposite. She was tall with dark hair falling just below her shoulders and stunningly exotic features. Her lips were huge and pouty, her eyes wide and bright as lamp lights. She sported a huge bosom that threatened to squeeze out of her corset at the slightest movement. What her ass lacked in girth and jiggle she made up for in tightness and perfect shape. Her thighs looked strong as tree trunks. Athyra was intimidated despite possessing the ability to annihilate the both of them with a mere thought. That power had limits now, and the deal with Fame was one of them.

Looking at the two of them, she felt greatly overdressed standing there in her flowing robe. It was belted around her waist and cut in a way that accentuated her feminine curves, but the last few hours among such scantily clad but perfect specimens of womankind made her feel old and prudish. She rubbed her left elbow, totally at a loss for what to do. She briefly entertained the idea of making the move to the bed behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to move.

Finally the two of them approached her, one on each side. Without a word Alleya stepped in and planted her huge lips on Athyra's mouth. Athyra pulled away, surprised, but Alleya simply kissed her again. Athyra was forced to remember the deal and allowed it to go on unchallenged. She experimented with kissing back a little bit and found it was rather enjoyable. The girl's lips were unbelievably soft, their ample thickness making them like two warm, fleshy pillows against her mouth. She felt Eva's hands snake over the small of her back and down her left arm. She barely noticed as the two girls' deft hands undid the belt on her gown and the clasps on her shoulders. She felt the cool air of the marble room against her naked flesh before she realized she was now only wearing a gold necklace, a pair of cotton panties, and her silk slippers. Alarmed, she pulled away and tried to stall them. They gently but firmly pushed her over to the bed until the mattress butted against the back of her knees and she fell into a sitting position on the edge.

“S-so, ah,” she stammered, searching wildly for anything to distract them, “You two have those high heels I see, what skill do you have?” She prayed this would buy her some time. Alleya cupped Athyra's face in her hands as she crawled on to the bed, forcing her on her back. Athyra closed her eyes as the dark haired beauty kissed her mouth again, then her cheek, then her ear. She could feel Eva climbing onto the bed beside her. Suddenly Alleya's soft, deep, seductive voice was whispering in her ear.

“Pussy-eating,” she answered finally. Athyra felt a surge of panic before she remembered that the term was slang and she wasn't in any danger. The two of them together was too much for her to handle. Alleya distracted her with kisses from her big, wet lips and the soft caressing of her hands while Eva was going to work on the more objectionable areas. Athyra was slowly being pulled deep into the large bed, away from the edge. She felt hands searching all over her, not sure which sensation she owed to which girl. Without realizing it she was allowing her legs to be pulled apart, her breasts groped and massaged. The two girls worked every inch of her body, kissing, rubbing, sucking, and licking parts of her she never knew could feel so tantalizing. She had no idea her panties had been removed until she finally felt their soft hands gently caressing the lips of her pussy. She wanted to look at what they were doing, but Alleya kept her too busy. Now she could feel Eva sucking on her left nipple, even nibbling it, while Alleya's tongue explored her mouth and Athyra explored hers in turn. She guessed that each girl had a hand in her crotch, expertly teasing out all her most sensitive areas and exploiting them mercilessly. When she felt fingers probing into her vagina she could not find the energy to even consider objecting. Her whole being was focused on the pleasure she was getting and the lust to return the favor to these two vixens rising in her chest.

When the first wet finger slid softly over her clit, her whole body went tense as the electric shock of pleasure shot through her. She heard herself cry out involuntarily, breaking Alleya's hold on her mouth. She opened her eyes to see Alleya's gorgeous face looking down at her coolly before disappearing downwards. Athyra tried to wait to feel it, but she finally had to look. She could see Eva's blond head splayed over her chest as she sucked on her right nipple now, and could trace her milky white arm to the hand fingering the inside of her pussy. As she watched Alleya took up a position straddling both of her legs and lowered herself between them, her ass sticking high up in the air. Athyra waited what seemed an agonized eternity when Eva's hand disengaged. She nearly disintegrated when she felt those big, wet lips brush against her soaking wet pussy, and she moaned again. There was no denying that Alleya was an expert. Each kiss felt like a lifetime of ecstasy, and when the tongue finally came out she discovered new worlds of pleasure. Before long Alleya's firm, deft tongue was penetrating her, and Eva worked her way down to suck and flick Athyra's clit. Athyra was screaming with pleasure, incapable of comprehending how anything could ever feel so good. She felt overwhelmed, unable to think, like she was in the grips of a fever. When her first orgasm came, she was forced to wonder whether any other encounter she had in her long existence had actually resulted in an orgasm, or if she just thought it was. Nothing like those other times could ever compare to this.

For the full hour the two women worked tirelessly on her, until Athyra was delirious with exhaustion. She lost count of how many times she came, and when it was over she was simultaneously relieved and disappointed. Alleya and Eva laid down next to her, and she closed her eyes to try to stop the world spinning.