The Emperor's Pleasure

[poohlive]

He moved with speed that had only been implied before, by his muscular frame and large stature. At once he was on top of her, easing into her spread legs, finding her body pressed up against his own. The feel of her skin on his, that heated touched passed between them. Hardened nipples pressing into his chest.

His cock only needed the gentle pushing to slide inside, but he couldn't even do that. He rammed it inside, both of them moving from his thrust, both of them colliding against each other, crying as the bed captured their bodies.

That heat came back, that undeniable urge ran through him once more. His hips finding the rhythm undeniable, crashed into her pliable body. It gave in, each thrust pushing her back toward the bed, each time his cock slammed home she met him back with a push of her own. They ran up the wall, crescendoing as they went. The bed screaming in agony as they fucked endlessly.

And then he reached down, grabbing her legs. First one and then the other. He moved them, up, until they stood straight in the air, putting them on his shoulders. The look of her, near bent over, his cock diving into her, her eyes wild and filled with expression could not be lost on him.

He just grabbed her hips, shoving himself into her. The warm vice around his cock undeniable. She gripped, refusing to let go, each thrust inside of her just like the first. He had to fight every inch inside of her, and she loved that fight. She lived for it, he could not win, even as he fucked her senselessly. She still struggled for her power, still wanted him to be her pet.

And he was, he knew now more than ever what he was. Fucking her, pumping his cock deep inside of her, using her just as she asked him to, just as she manipulated him to. Yes, he knew what he was.

And he loved it.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

He moved so quickly, Farsiris barely had time to complete her thought before Davis was atop her, his legs between hers, his body pressed to hers. He moved quickly but with ease and control, for a moment she thought she had failed or that he had not understood.

There was no mistake; there was no misunderstanding. There was nothing but the power of his thrust as he drove into her, the force of her hips as she captured him, and the cry from her lips as their bodies struck.

Gone were the soft touches and gentle caresses, her arms snaked over his shoulders, her hands on his back, and her nails in his skin as she pulled him to her. Gone were the subtle writhings of her body as she dug her heels into the bed and lifted herself to meet each of his thrusts with a push of her own.

He shocked her when he reached for her legs, and lifted them over his shoulders. She felt him stealing control from her and fought to get it back. She would give everything but allow nothing to be taken. Her eyes were wild, lit with desire and indecision until he plunged his cock into her cunt, hard and deep, fully and completely. She cried out as he grabbed her hips, thrusting into her again. Her hands clutched at the sheets, and her head tossed wildly but she could not relent. She tightened around his cock, her cunt holding him, gripping through each thrust. The hot slick walls constricted around him as he fucked her, she fought to hold him, contain his power within her soft warmth.

She writhed and shifted, her legs sliding from his shoulders to his arms, holding tightly as he continued to force his cock into her.

“No! Davis. On your back.” Her voice was breathless but filled with fire. Her legs unwrapped from around him and her hands pushed firmly on his shoulders.

“Now, my pet.” was her command.

 

[poohlive]

The feeling sparked something running deep inside of him, some dark dominance he'd set aside every since he stepped into this house. He felt her give in, submit, he felt her move with him, accept what he was doing.

Her skin massaged his own, her fingernails digging in, begging to be taken harder. Even the face, contorted from the pleasure running through her, told him what he needed to hear.

But, she eased up, she tightened herself on him, trying to pull off, wanting him to stop. For a moment he saw that confusion on her face, that moment of indecision. He wondered if he should stop. What would happen if he kept going, if he just pushed her legs up further, roder her harder.

She would give into it, give into him. And then where would they be?

He pushed in once more, his hands on her ankles... they had the strength, and for a moment there did seem a push of continuing, of ignoring her orders and doing what he wanted.

But no... no, he couldn't. He stopped, emerging from her heated depths, letting her legs drop around him. A moment of humiliation entered him, pure dread that seemed to shake to his core. Those soft words, her fingers on his chest, and he had done the impossible.

What was he?

Hers...

He lay back, as he was told, trying to catch his breath. His cock felt afire now, standing striaght out. He had been soo close, on the verge before she had him taper off. It took everything, and now he lamented to her whims.

"I'm yours," He said, his eyes still wild and sexual, but holding back. He just stared down at her body, waiting, hoping...

Needing.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon's eyes closed, involuntarily once more, as Shanti's hot, willing mouth closed around his thick and swollen head, enveloping it in a velvety vaccuum, as her soft hands teased and scratched and rubbed his heavy balls, building a rythmn that was indescribably delicious, one that he simply could not resist.

Too proud to call her name, he managed to restrict himself to pants, moans, and short gasps, becoming louder, more ragged and more urgent as she built up that rythmn with hands and mouth, thrusting his cock in and out, the precum alone nearly enough to choke her, as he felt his orgasm approach.

He had to have this girl - she was intelligent, she was a match for him in her own way, she was beautiful, she was incredibly skilled and he just couldn't get enough of her and he wanted her wanted her badly wanted her so much don't stop don't stop keep your soft little hands rubbing and your mouth sucking sweet gods don't

and with a great groan his cock bucked and spat and great gouts of his creamy cumm burst from deep within and flooded her mouth once more, overflowing in rivers of sticky lust, oozing down her chin, her neck, her breasts, as she struggled to swallow as much as she could.


Shanti might have laughed at what happened next, but she didn't, and that was well for her, as Tallon let out a mighty roar, as that of a great warrior having completed a victory by death in the Arena, and most of the blood having left his legs to service the needs of his mighty cock, his knees almost gave way, and he leaned upon her to stop himself from falling, and pushed her to the ground.

She lay there for a moment, dizzy, and disoriented, her heart pounding, as she heard Tallon struggling to get to his feet. As he did so, Tallon noticed how her pretty legs were splayed, noticed how the pink flesh betwen her legs wasinflamed and glistening, and his heart almost stopped beating.

Penetrative sex with a slave was expressly forbidden, and punishable by torture, castration or even death. The Emperor alone was allowed to have penetrative sex with a captive girl - Trainers were there to teach them the arts of giving pleasure, notwithstanding actual sexual intercourse. This was drummed into every Trainer right from the start, including the occasional grisly example of one who failed to resist the tempation.

Tallon was too experienced to fall for this mistake, surely, but there was little Shanti, splayed out on the floor, her slit seeming to pout, and beckon, and tempt him to commit the ultimate indiscretion. Surely he wouldn't......he was far too experienced to fall for that.....but Shanti was not to know of this rule, was she? Would the girls have told her? All he knew, at that moment, was that he wanted to bury his cock inside her sweet little honeypot, turn the tables on her, make her beg for him the way he had begged for her.......surely, that would redress the balance of power back towards him?

This, at least, is what he told himself, looking back later.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

He pulled from her and suddenly she felt empty, she could barely stifle a whimper at the loss of him, the absence of him inside her. She sat up as Davis moved to his back, how beautiful he was, so strong, so proud.

"I'm yours," He said.

“I know, my pet.” She leaned down a placed a soft little kiss on his lips. “I am very proud of you.” She sat back up and smiled down on him and then she leaned in the other direction and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, tasting her juice on his skin. Without thinking, she parted her lips and took him in her mouth. Fast and hard, she buried her nose against his thigh. Her mouth full of him she murmured something against his flesh, and then, with her hands on him, pushed herself off him.

“There is so much I want to know about you, my pet. Everything.” She said as she threw her leg over him. Straddling his hips, she felt the tip of his cock jerk against her cunt. She leaned down, her hands bracing on either side of his chest as she dragged her nipples against his skin. Flexing her back, she ran the wet lips of her cunt up and down his shaft. Her eyes rarely left his as she teased herself with his body, only losing sight of him when her hair drifts in front of her eyes and she tosses her head to see him again.

“You are so good, my pet, so much fire and such control. It pleases me to know I can put my trust in you, Davis.” Her words are soft, almost whispered and they leave her lips in rhythm with her body sliding against his cock. With a quick, sudden motion, she grabbed his hands in hers and rose to her knees over his cock. She moved her hips and her cunt eagerly found what it sought, fast and hard she came down on him, sheathing him in her cunt, impaling herself on his cock. She cried out as she filled herself with him. Holding tightly to his hands, her back arched and her breasts thrust out, as she tossed her head back and ground her hips into him. She placed his hands on her hips then released them, but her cunt held him tight inside her. She leaned back, bracing her hand on his thigh while the other reached to tease his balls. She rocked against him with increasing intensity, as the walls that held him pulsed and throbbed around his cock.

She was breathless, barely able to speak, but she knew what she wanted and she was close, so close… “Hold nothing back, keep nothing from me.”

 

[poohlive]

There could certainly be no lack of sensation. Even losing control he still did not feel disappointed in he actions. To feel that mouth once more wrap around him, engulf him and swallow every ounce of his hard steel unnerved him. A loud groan escaped his pursed lips, telling her everything she needed to know.

He knew if she continued he would not last. Her mouth was too good, it knew him too well. Even as her tongue swirled around his head something spurned him forward, making his toes curl inward. Just another few strokes and he'd be done.

But, she wouldn't allow him to be done. She moved atop of him, straddling him. Her small lithe body looking so different from his own. He sprouted muscles everywhere, and she had only smoothed flawless curves. His tanned skin seemed a world apart from her pale tone. When they touched it looked as though land were touching water.

She clamped around him, teasing him once more. Her body rocking on him, grinding away, those pussy lips hugging his cock, daring it to enter her. Would she tease him to the end, already he felt his cock burn in agony, that release so far away.

She knew it too. She grabbed for him, her hands clamped down, fingers finding each other in satin sheets. He held her tight, watching her body climb to the very top and then throw herself atop of him.

It looked a thing of beauty, to see her cunt swallow him. To watch as it dipped deep inside, spreading her apart, the whole of her torso rocking from the invasion. She did it herself, she moved with such precision. His cock spasmed inside, unable to do anything but drive deeper and deeper into her.

That soft curved body moving against him. He felt his nipples harden, touching against her own, raking on each other. They felt so hard on his skin, those nubs moving back and forth.

He felt her let go, his hands coming to her thighs, while her own held her steady, touching his balls. She urged him, in word and in thought. Her eyes gave nothing away.

"It is yours," He trid to whisper, but it came out a cry that fell upon his lips. He pushed up into her, gripping her thighs. His cock pushed inside, touching where she needed it. He felt the sheath deepen, it accomodated everything.

His rhythm never ending, hard and tortured. He'd been through so much, his sexuality heightened to the verge of insanity. His hips moves, forcing into her, grinding away at her cunt atop of him. Their bodies falling together, she crashed onto his shores over and over again.

Waves of pleasure ran through him, ripping away what little he had, what force he tried to stop. The tide had changed, even if she asked him to stop right here, right now, commanding him in her soft but firm tone, he couldn't... he wouldn't...

She was lost in the moment, swirled up into it, becoming one, changing. Her body turned to fire, and then ice at the same time. He pushed deeper into it, trying to find her core, the very center of who she was. He knew he could never find it though. He could fuck her for a thousand years and never even get close to it.

But, he tried, he would always try.

The Norseman cried out, the pain and pleasure rushed through him. His head back, golden locks falling to the sheets below, the roar shaking the bed beneath them. Nothing remained, only the divine touch of her cunt, slipping him towards her.

He came, deep inside, giving her everything, giving her just what she needed. The world poured out of him, offered up into her waiting womb. He could only tense up, his muscles tightening as he released the flow into her.

Once it was done, he fell back to the bed, weak, breathless... and tamed.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti felt Tallon's approaching orgasm as his cock pulsed and jumped in her mouth. She held his balls firmly, continuing to suck and lick, until, with a bellow, he came. All that pent-up anxiety from whatever had happened to him earlier in the day was released with incredible force, as though he were expelling every doubt, every apprehension through this one act. Her mouth was quickly filled with his creamy seed and she swallowed all that she could, some running down her chin and dripping onto her naked flesh. His strength suddenly seemed to leave him and he leaned heavily onto her, his sheer weight forcing her to the floor as he nearly toppled over. She was almost prostrate before he began to right himself and lay there panting with exertion and her own desire as she heard him stand upright again.

But what happens now, she thought? It was evident that he had come around to her way of thinking, which was all well and good so long as they remained behind the great oaken doors of his chambers. But what about the rest of the world on the other side of them? There, reality still loomed and reality dictated that she was now a slave, sold to pay her father's debts and now owned by the Emperor. Long ago, or so it seemed, Shanti had thought of grand plans for escape. Now, as she looked up at Tallon, the idea was ridiculous. She couldn't leave without him. She couldn't go back to the silly boys of her village, or anywhere else in the world, and find the same fire that blazed within this man. A fire that, instead of trying to burn her, wanted--needed--to join hers and create a mighty conflagration.

Still trying to regain control of himself, Tallon was still breathing heavily. She watched his great chest fall and rise, marveled at the granite-like musculature that was only part of his strength, and noticed with pleasant surprise that his cock was not flagging in the slightest. It stood straight out from his massive body and she couldn't help but smile. Having recovered from her endeavors, lying on the floor as she was, her body reminded her of its need. The sight of his hard cock brought new moistness between her legs and she squirmed a bit to relieve some of the tension that was mounting within her. She looked up again at his face, softer now, at those beautiful emerald eyes. Whatever lurked behind those black chamber doors could wait. For now, she and Tallon were still here, alone, together. And whatever happened, only the two of them would know about.

She raised herself up, stepping close to the Head Trainer, wrapping her arms around his neck. She had to stand on tiptoe to do it, but she lifted her soft lips to his, kissing him gently. Her nipples, hard and erect, at first brushed against his chest, but were quickly crushed against him as he drew her closer, kissing her hard, more insistently. She moved a hand between them, down to his cock, and began to stroke lightly.

"Tallon," she whispered, a sly grin slowly finding its way across her lips. "Perhaps it is time you show me what knowledge of pleasure you possess." For, as well as instructing her on how to please a man, the women of the village had taught her that, as a woman, she had needs, too. And it was rightful that a man saw to them as well as to his own pleasure.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon did not move, as Shanti stood on tiptoes to kiss his mouth. He stayed very still. and allowed the warmth of her lips to brush his. Her hands reached down and brushed against his cock, still hard, even after its mighty eruption.
He had no answer to her gestures, this time. What was he to do? No matter what doubts he held, she with her seemingly unshakeable confidence in her right to be treated with respect, and her clever way of subverting his authority without making him look foolish, had begun to chip away at even the most cast-iron certainties that he held.

"Tallon," she whispered, a sly grin slowly finding its way across her lips. "Perhaps it is time you show me what knowledge of pleasure you possess."

What knowledge of pleasure he possessed? He knew everything about receieving pleasure, and very little about giving. Shanti made sure she gave his balls a little extra squeeze as she said this, just in case he should take offence. Tallon stood very still for a while, just enjoying the sensation of her soft hands rubbing and scratching and expertly teasing him, he could quite happily plunge his cock back into her mouth right now, or even treason do not even think it push the thought of her soft, pouting little slit out of his mind Now, before it became too dangerous.

But her question deserved an answer.

"You are different from the other girls," he said slowly.
Shanti did not answer, just stood on tiptoe again, and kissed him softly on the mouth once more, this time pushing her tongue slightly against his lips, to see if they would open.
They did not, but nor did he attempt to stop her.

"If anyone were to see this, I would lose my position straight away," he said at last.
"Not to mention my reputation, nor my standing in the eyes of the Court and the people."

Shanti looked puzzled at this, so he explained.

"A Trainer should not allow a slave to kiss him, nor in any way allow her to put him in a position of emotional weakness." His voice was flat, as though reciting from memory, or reading from a manual. "The pleasure he may get from a slave, should be directed soley for the good of the Emperor, to fathom her skills, and the development of her talents to please Him."

Agaion Shanti kissed him, and this time his huge hand slid behind the back of her head, gripping her hair, allowing her tongue into his warm mouth, pressing his huge body against her slim, delicate one.

They broke off, breathing hard, Tallon not quite looking her in the eye.

"There are other things, too, that must not be done, things that I would lose more than my reputation for....."

And this time he grabbed her, pulling her to him, pushing his tongue ino her mouth, urgently, feeling her nipples scrape against his huge, muscled chest, his cock stiff and urgent between her legs, she could feel the heat of it as they kissed, Tallon felt the red mist of madness begin to swirl around him, taking away his powers of rational thought, as he kissed the sweet, beautiful, clever little slave girl who would soon bring his world crashing down around him.

 

[impish_pixie]

"It is yours."

She heard his words, she heard him cry out, but nothing mattered more to her than the feel of him. She felt his cry vibrate through her but before she could respond to the shivering sensation, his hands gripped into her thighs and he pushed up, driving his cock into her.

She threw her head back and cried out, as she took all of him into her cunt, her back aching sharply, and her hair pooling between his legs while she rocked against him.

His hard, forcing rhythm drove into her, pushing the air from her lungs and her thoughts from her head; pushing her closer and closer to a frenzy of action. She didn’t know what to do; she only knew she wasn’t ready for the maddening pleasure to end. Her feet dug under his thighs, her ankles locking together; her hands grabbed onto his wrists as his finger held her thighs; her cunt clutched around him as he moved inside her. Her entire body acted in concert to hold him, hold him close, and hold him wrapped in her.

Senseless, wordless sounds fell from her open lips, as their bodies ground together. His grinding pace reached into her, her hands holding on to him, pulling her body down on to his, as he lifted up into hers. Hot was her breath, her skin, the fire in her belly. She had no thoughts, there was only the pleasure he gave her and what she took from him as they fucked.

Her breath came in sobbing gasps, and her body trembled as the pleasure flared through her, she shook her head, tossing her hair wildly in her denial as she writhed on his cock. She battled for control, refusing to surrender the last remaining bit of herself, not yet. She needed… she waited… she dragged him with her…

Her body felt the change in him although her mind could not have put words to it. With the tensing swelling of the cock buried deep inside her, she heard him cry out. Her cry followed his, as she finally surrendered the last of her control the great quaking waves that filled her as he flowed into her.

She still held his hands, as he fell back to the bed, weak and breathless. “Oh, my precious pet.” She smiled as she climbed off him; she crawled to the head of the bed and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. She slid down next to him; he turned away from him, her head in the crook of his arm as her back and bottom pressed against his side. She never thought of kicking him to the floor, or questioned why she trusted him at her back. Instead, she thought about his collar and his livery. She had an idea for something around his neck. The picture of him, naked except for the symbol of her ownership brought a smile to her lips and she wondered if she dared keep him naked all the time.

“No” she thought, “I’d never be able to keep my hand off him, I’ll end up fucking him in public …, and others would see him and want to touch him. No, he’s mine – I won’t share him.” She was still smiling as her eyes fluttered closed.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Tallon's strong arms held her to him, nearly crushing her against his iron body. His cock, warm and hard, poked against her abdomen as his tongue snaked inside her mouth, chasing her tongue. Shanti wrapped her arms about his neck, bringing him ever closer; she could lift her feet from the floor and she knew he would support her effortlessly. The urge to wrap her legs around him, impale herself against his cock was strong, almost as strong as the aching need welling up from her wet pussy. Oh, how she wanted him, wanted this.

But something in his voice, about what he had said, stopped her. He could lose more than just his position & reputation, he said. He was proud, yes, and losing his standing and lavish apartments was only a small part of his fear. He was unused to not being in control, not in command of the parade of slaves that came through those oaken doors, and that was the foundation of his confusion. However, there was something more. He had sounded as if he were quoting some long-ago instruction, something deeply ingrained about not being put in a position of weakness and then it occurred to her. She knew he was risking treason by keeping her to himself, but there was something more he would be risking. Almost as if on cue, his cock pulsed a bit as she squirmed in his grip. They castrate those who disobey, she thought with alarm. She could not allow that to happen. Shanti had succeeded in her original plan, to have Tallon fall in love with her or at least seduce him to the point of not allowing her to be sent on to the Emperor. But what she did not bargain for was the effect her seduction would have on her. She was as ensnared as he.

She broke the kiss, gently, unwilling for it to end, but she knew it was up to her to take the next step. Tallon was too wrapped up in his dilemma to do more than to think about only right now. Shanti was clever, that was one of her best assets. She would be able to think of a plan. But right now, Tallon needed to be brought out of his melancholy; they needed to move forward from this point and eventually decide what must be done. She lowered herself back down off tiptoe, kissing him once more--a simple peck on the lips, dodging his attempt at more. With a sly grin that was all-too-familiar to him, she pushed away from his embrace. In his confusion, he released her, those gold-flecked jade eyes watching her with curiosity.

"Tallon, what happens behind these doors is known only to us. I can play whatever part you wish beyond them. Dutiful slave, naive in the arts of pleasure--whatever you need to sustain an illusion. I will weep at night in the slaves' quarters as though I had been soundly beaten, allow Karinna to care for me as she has countless other girls that have dissatisfied you.

"But here and now, within these walls, there is only you and I. For now, that is all I want. We can think on the future another time." With that, she lowered herself onto the pillows beside them, stretching out languidly, allowing him the full view of her lithe, athletic body. The long legs, tight tummy, ample breasts, classically-featured face framed by her raven-black hair. That now-trademark grin never left her lips. "Even if you are forbidden from pleasuring me, I am certain there are no such laws prohibiting me from pleasuring myself."

With Tallon looming over her, Shanti closed her eyes. Her long, delicate fingers moved along her jawline, down her neck, and to her breasts. She cupped one breast in each hand, giving them a quick squeeze, before moving along towards her nipples. Even as she brushed against them, the ache between her legs became more pronounced, more insistent. But she ignored it for now, slowly squeezing and rubbing her erect nipples. A moan escaped her as she did so, her hips gyrating against an unseen lover as her need deepened. She held the image of Tallon in her mind as she slowly, agonizingly, traced a line down her torso towards her sex. She pressed once against the mound there, her hips rising from the pillows to meet the pressure. Another moan turned into a whimper as she tried to deny herself, tapered fingers moving only along her moist outer lips, barely grazing her swollen clit. One hand teased her cunt as the other continued to squeeze and pinch first one nipple and then the other. Pressing the flat of her hand against her cunt, she gave a nipple one hard squeeze before slipping a finger into her dripping pussy.

Her hips lifted from the pillows again, meeting her hand. She pushed in another finger and slowly began to move them in and out, her body rising and falling to the rhythm she set for herself. Her breathing came in shallow pants as her need rose to greater heights. Denied for so long, frustrated almost to madness, Shanti fucked herself with her fingers in wild abandon. Now there was no stifling her moans and sighs of pleasure.

 

[poohlive]

He felt tired, exhausted was the word. When she finally got off of him, done for the day, his muscles relaxed, his cock deflated, and every part of him said he needed sleep. He just remained conscious enough to kiss her, and wrap his arms around her before he lost himself in the waves of blackess that rolled over him.

He spent the entire night there, nuzzling into her neck. Slight moans left him from time to time. His dreams were fantasies, they were her fantasies, and he loved every one of them. Pulse pounding, jaw dropping, breath catching erotic dreams of his new countess, his new lady.

When he awoke, it was from the gasp of some maid. From the kitchens, she had tea and toasts and other things for breakfast. She didn't expect him to be there, naked, cuddling around her. She didn't know what to do, her eyes roaming his body with frustration and a slight embarrased smile.

"This is for her," She said, putting the try down, and turning to go, her face flushed to almost the shade of a tomato.

"You're supposed to wake her up," She said, her words trailing as she closed the door after her. One last peak, which he had to smile at, before she was gone. He got up, getting off the bed and moving to her breakfast tray. It smelled delicious, and his stomache rumbled because of it.

He went over to her though, looking down at her. The wonderful curve her body donned as she lay on her side. One leg crossed over the other, her hip jutting out.

Kneeling down beside her, the tray set to the side, he kissed her. First he felt the soft breathing, but then she reacted. Slow, but as soon as his tongue snaked inside he felt her warming up, responding, the kiss bringing her slowly back to life.

He watched her eyes flutter, and then settle on him.

"Good morning, my Lady. Breakfast is here for you," He smiled, "I am here for you as well."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

“Mmm…” Farsiris’ dream seemed so real to her. She was ill at ease and felt unprotected, as if some unnamed and unknown fate was awaiting her. She was cold, until she felt warm breath on her skin, and warm lips pressed to hers. As she inhaled, her senses were filled with the familiar, the comforting and when a warmed tongue slipped past her lips, she stirred. She instinctively moved towards the warmth, her body shifting and her lips parting as her eyes slowly opened.

Davis, my pet.

"Good morning, my Lady. Breakfast is here for you," He smiled, "I am here for you as well."

She smiled, “Good morning, my pet.” As she sat up, she twisted her hair into ropey coil and pulled it to lie over one shoulder, “Have I mentioned that you have the most pleasant ways of waking me?” She pulled a silk sheet over her body then reached for the breakfast tray. “Is there none for you? This is not acceptable you must eat.”

She slid from the bed and reached for the long chord of the bell-pull, she gave it a few sharp jerks then and put on a silk robe of pale green. “You can’t have dainty bits of lady’s food for breakfast, Davis, you will fade away.” She doesn’t try to hide her grin, “I need you to keep your strength, how else you will carry me when you leave me too tired to move?”

“Yes, my Lady.” Besan quietly slipped into the room. Although she tried to keep her attention her mistress, she found her eyes constantly drawn to the naked man on the floor beside the bed.

“Bring a tray for Davis; he will have his breakfast here with me.” Farsiris cocks her head to the side, “And Besan, let the kitchen know that I will be very displeased if he doesn’t enjoy his morning meal.”

As Besan leaves, the countess bends down to place a kiss in Davis’ gold locks then slips back into her bed. “They will be jealous of the favor I show you but I will not let them hurt you, my precious.”

“After breakfast, a bath, we must see about a collar for you. I have an idea and I am eager to see if it will work but if it does not then we must go to the jeweler. Your collar must be as special as you are so none of the standard collars will do.” She picked at her breakfast and sipped her tea for a few minutes.

Besan eventually returned with a breakfast for Davis and set it down on a low table near the bed. Although it was served on the same fine porcelain as Farsiris’ breakfast, it was the meal of a servant not a lord. The food was hardy and plentiful but it was plain. Brown bread, and fruits, a large piece of meat and a hunk of cheese, coffee instead of tea filled the tray.

“His sister chose the food, my lady.” Then she quickly left the room.

“If it pleases you, pet, eat. And quickly. I have much planned for us today.”

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon was caught, in an agony of indecision. It was so unlike him, to be in such a state, he prided himself on his ability to take quick decisions, particualrly in battle where it was so often the difference between life and death, freedom or captvity, triumph or disaster.
And yet, the girl had put forward what to him, seemed such a reasonable, workable plan, that the temptation to fall into it seemed irresistable. Who else would know, if she told no-one? She was a good actress, he had seen enough of her to know that. But it was more than that - could he go through with it, knowing that sexual intercourse with a captive was the same penalty as treason? Could he go against the Emperor's word?

As he stood, vast, immobile, as if frozen in marble, he was vaguely aware of Shanti's voice....."no laws against pleasuring myself"

He watched, all thoughts of treason evaporating from his clouded mind, as Shanti began to touch herself, rubbing her body, touching her breastsm her nipples, trailing her delicate fingers across her clit, beginnng to moan and whimper softly, then becoming louder as she pushed a finger inside her hot, dripping pussy.

Tallon had never seen a show quite like this before - no girl had ever dared to please herself in front of him - and the effect was devastating. His cock bulged furiously as he watched her finger-fuck herself, her beautiful body threshing about as her pleasure rose, and instinctively his huge fingers curled around his cock and began to rub, back and forth, as if to relieve some of the pressure of the shock and pleasure he was getting from her display.

"Stop - Stop!" he shouted at her, even though he wanted her to continue, to fingerfuck herself, make hersef cumm in front of him, part of him knew how delicious that would be, part of him filed the thought away, to be saved for another time. She looked at him through half-closed eyes, as though he was just an annoyance, an obstcle in the way of her pleasure.

As though released from a spell, Tallon steped forward quickly, with a lithe grace, grasping her wrists, and gathering her upwards. She affected to struggle, but she may as well have fought against a God, so powerful was his grip, she was completely helpless as he flipped her over onto her tummy, pulling her bottom towards him, the head of his huge cock rubbing and bumping up against her pink, inflamed pussy.

He was grunting, panting, she could hear him, almost a pleading tone in his voice that she'd never heard before - "You must not tell anyone, I have to trust you, if this is found out I will lose everything and so will you, can you be trusted????" and she found herself nodding wildly, saying yes yes yes as his huge cock entered her teasing, pouting little pussy, so huge and thick and hard, he doesn't know how to pleasure a girl she thought he never has but his cock was filling her up, filling her ache and she moaned and moved back against him

and Tallon groaned aloud as his cock sank into her hot, wet, velvety warmth, so tight and delicious and he began slowly, so as not to hurt her, to rock back and forth, inching his cock deeper and deeper inside her, until he was buried to the hilt, his huge hands grabbing her long, raven-black hair and pulling her head back towards him, as he lost himself in the sheer bliss of fucking the beautiful, sweet, forbidden captive girl called Shanti

 

[poohlive]

Stale, cold, and plain. He thought it would be his sister's choice. He made no say in the matter though, ate it and let it fill his belly. He thought there were better things than complaining about the way his sister prepared his meals. She could hate him for eternity, stuck in that snug kitchen with nothing to do all day but hand out meat and cheese to different servants.

When he finished, he cleaned himself up, and dressed once more in his linens. He took special care to put them on, placing them acround his meaty legs, muscular arms, trying not to rip them in the process. They seemed so flimsy already, stitches of cloth hung together by string. Still, it must look good on him, she always smiled when he wore it.

And, he would soon have a collar to match. She wished him to be collared to badly, to have something physical around his neck. He didn't mind playing this game with her, didn't mind letting her control how he slept, what he did, where he ate, or anything else. But the collar, such a physical permanent adaptation of what they were doing. It was as if once he put it on, this all become official, and he became hers forever.

Part of him wanted it though, perhaps even needed it. He would always lie by her side and take her over and over and never say a word out of place and do exactly what she asked without question.

And another part wished nothing more than to find escape, flee into the recesses of the night, remembering his time spent here fondly.

He stood, head bowed, next to her.

"I am ready whenever you wish, my Lady."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Farsiris pushed her tray aside and watched Davis as he ate his breakfast… it certainly looked unappealing but his sister chose it for him and he was eating it. Farsiris had to admit she knew very little about the people from the North, so if they lived on unappetizing food she wasn’t surprised.

Farsiris had her bath while Davis dressed. She didn’t find it as relaxing as usual nor did the hands of her slaves calm her as they usually did. However, the pampering, the scented oils, the warm water, and the strong skilled hands eased the remaining aches from her body. Her mind was on Davis as the slaves wove jewels into the fiery hair atop her head and then helped her dress in a simple gown of gold silk.

She returned to her quarters to find Davis had dressed himself in the finely woven lines she provided. He looked lovely, beautiful but still she was disappointed. She did not know if it was with the garments, she had chosen them for him, or the fact that she simply preferred him to be naked.

He stood, head bowed, next to her. "I am ready whenever you wish, my Lady."

“Sit, my pet.” She waved a hand to a low four-legged stool that was near the fireplace. “Bring closer and sit down.”

She waited for him to sit down and then took the few steps to stand next to him. She smiled, for a change, he had to look up to her, as when seated on the stool his head only came up to her chest.

“I am pleased with the linen, Davis. You look quite… wonderful.” She gently placed her hands on each side of his face and tipped his head back slightly as she looked into his eyes. “Yes, beautiful.” She murmured against his lips as she placed a kiss on his mouth.

Taking a step back, she released his face, “But now you need a collar to go with it.” Her steps were light as she moved to a large decorative chest that sat on a dresser. She lifted open the lid and stood looking inside it for a few moments before she started pulling things out by the fistful. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets and belts, ropes of silver and gold, all set with precious jewels and polished stones. She casually set the pieces on the dresser while she looked for one specific piece.

“If I can just find it, my pet…. I’m sure you’ll agree… Here!” She finally pulled out the treasure she was looking for. “Its just like I remembered, it will look lovely on you.” A rope of silver and flashing black swung in her hand as she moved back to him. She stood behind him, her breasts pressing against his shoulders as she leaned forward and held in front of him so he could see it. The necklace is a made of silver links and set with stones of black onyx, at the center is a small tag with Farsiris’ name engraved in scripted letters.

“Lovely, isn’t it? It was a gift from… a long time ago.” She pulls it back around Davis’ neck and closes it. She slides a couple of fingers between the sliver and his skin and then moves to stand in front of him.

It was a pendant necklace on her but on his thicker neck it is a choker, a beautiful collar. “That is my name on it, but I’ll have yours engraved on the other side.” She takes his hand, “Stand before the mirror, see how it suits you.”

 

[poohlive]

The feel of her as she moved around him sent him spinning. He would at times close his eyes, just to let the sensations of her fingers run through him. He smiled when he felt her breasts, bunching up, pushing into his back. It caused him to push back, just slightly, hoping it felt as good for her as it did him.

And then she collared him. The jewelry clasped around his neck, sealing him forever. He paused a moment, feeling it, truly feeling it on his neck. All the way around, its endless circle choking him. It was her collar, her choker, and her way of knowing who he belonged to, what he was.

Like the plain food on such wonderful china, or the same bed they slept in only because he allowed her to.

He stood, as she asked, looking at it. It looked, odd, out of place on him. It truly was hers, for it looked like it belonged on her slender graceful neck. It didn't look right.

It complimented him well, and it gave her enough room to touch all over his neck, wherever she pleased. Her name showed on the front, just as it would on any important item or pet. This belongs to Farsiris, this is her toy.

Still, if it were not him, if it were not his neck adawning it, he would think it looked nice. So, in that mindset he nodded, accepting it.

"It does look good. And it will show others who I am."

That was it's design, wasn't it? He sat back down, looking up at her. He didn't know why, but it felt good to look up at her. It felt nice, he had looked up to few people before. No one ever matched his size, much less his height.

"You now have me, my Lady. I am caught, captured, and tagged as your own."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

She stood beside him, her reflection next his in the mirror. Her face was serious, almost pensive as she waited for his response. For a change she was not looking at herself… after a quick glance, her gaze remained on Davis, watching his reaction to her beautiful necklace as his collar. It was the final step, but it was also the biggest, she knew it was possible the he could balk at the obvious symbol of his captivity and her possession. It rarely occurred to her that her beautiful pet could snap her neck in the flash of an eye. Even when it had, it brought far more excitement than fear. She had lived with threats for far too long to allow them to deter her or sway her from her chosen course. She simply admired is strength and wanted it to be hers.

"It does look good. And it will show others who I am." He said as he looked in the mirror.

She nodded, her full lips breaking into a happy smile, “Yes. I could have your name engraved on the other side. You could wear that side facing outward and my name against your throat.” She smoothed a tangled fold of her gown with a graceful little hand, “But I like seeing my own name on you.”

He sat back down, looking up at her. She followed him to the little stool and stood facing him but slightly to his side. The gold silk of her gown slid against his thigh as she looked down on him.

"You now have me, my Lady. I am caught, captured, and tagged as your own."

She lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his gold hair, “You are mine, and I will take good care of you, my pet.” She wrapped a lock around her finger and let it slide off, watching it retain the ringlet of a curl. “Oh, no….” she said with a laugh, and pulled the curl apart, smoothing his hair again.

“I want to show you to world.” She moved closer, pressing her leg against his thigh, as she tipped back his head with soft fingers on his chin. “I never want to let you out of my sight.” She leaned down, and pressed her mouth to his. With her lips and tongue, she tasted him again. Her hands moved to his shoulders, as her mouth moved over his.

She stood up again, and gave him a quizzical look as her hands trailed over his shoulders and down his bare arms, “Do you think your sister would be happier in the country? Palace life isn’t for everyone…”

She could not admit, not to herself, that she didn’t want him distracted; she didn’t want to share his attention with anyone, not even his sister.

 

[poohlive]

She was happy. She beamed when she looked down on him, her fingers trailing over the choker lightly, her piece of property he borrowed for these purposes. That's all that mattered. She liked it on him, she thought it looked wonderful, and he could tell in the twinkle her eyes got when she passed over him.

So, he liked it. He liked it because she did.

And when she kissed him, he returned in kind, hoping to get another of those lessons in pleasure. She said she would teach him, teach him everything he needed to know. Did he really know so little?

Her thoughts of his sister brought him back to her, "She knows what I did, my Lady, and she knows why I am yours. She doesn't approve, I didn't tell her why I did it."

It sounded so wrong when he said it. She had offered him a choice to begin with, back breaking work or to lounge by her side and become her pet. He didn't want it to be a choice anymore, he wanted it to be his decision. He wished he hadn't said it.

"The less she knows, the better. She would do well to be as far from me as possible."

He wanted to ask her if she could be set free, if she could go back home. But, then she would have no leverage over him, she would have no way to keep him in line. He wanted to tell her she didn't need it, she only needed to look at him the way she did now... that is all he needed to stay here, in her bed forever.

"But, my Lady, you do as you wish. I can live with it, and as long as my sister is treated well, I do not mind."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

"She knows what I did, my Lady, and she knows why I am yours. She doesn't approve, I didn't tell her why I did it."

“I am sorry that your sister disapproves of the sacrifice you have made for her.” Her voice is cold but her green eyes flash with a hot anger. While she doesn’t think serving her is a great sacrifice, not for Davis and not for Jennifer, she doesn’t like the thought of her largesse being unappreciated. “If she doesn’t … No…”

Farsiris shrugged, and the subtle lift then drop of her shoulder allowed the neck of her silk robe to slide down her arm. She seemed unconcerned by the sudden revelation of half her chest, even though her nipple hardened from the exposure to the cool air.

"The less she knows, the better. She would do well to be as far from me as possible."

“It is impossible to keep secrets in a household; they even travel back and forth between the court and the country. The difference is in how fast the news spreads and how accurate it is. Whatever you do she will know, just as you will know all she does.”

"But, my Lady, you do as you wish. I can live with it, and as long as my sister is treated well, I do not mind."

“I mistreat no one.” Farsiris sighed, and lifted her hand over her head, her robe slid over her skin and the neckline settled back in its proper place, finally covering her chest. “Since she disapproves of the choice you have made in her best interest, you should be allowed to determine her future. Court or county, I’ll leave it up to you.”

She moved around him, the silk of her gown sliding over his skin as she came to his back. Her breasts pressed against his shoulders as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I only wanted to make you happy by giving you a chance to make her happy.” She sucked the lobe of his ear between her lips, and grazed her teeth on the soft flesh.

“Hmm… what shall it be? Shopping or your next lesson, my pet?” she asked as she spread her warm breath along his neck.

 

[poohlive]

A choice. A simple choice, but a choice nontheless. She had given him lots of choices. He imagined if he told her he hated the choker she would have taken it off and gone with her other idea, locking him to her some other way. But, still, she would look to him for the choice.

Why would she give him so much choice? Why would she allow him such room? He didn't know, but as he turned, his lips finding hers, he knew of only once answer to give.

"My lesson," He breathed, lips finding her flesh, running down her perfect jaw line, down to her neck, her soft young flesh a delicacy to him. He licked, sucked, breathed in deep from her.

"Please, teach me, my Lady. Show me."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

"My lesson," His mouth moved across her jaw, his breath leaving a warm trail to her neck. His tongue graced her delicate skin, her pulsed raced under his lips, and she felt the small flame in her belly ignite.

"Please, teach me, my Lady. Show me."

She pulled away from him, but she remained at his back. Her fingers idly played across the breadth of his shoulders, while she slowly rocked side to side, dragging her silk covered nipples along his back.

“An excellent choice, Davis, although I doubt you will find this lesson as… interesting as the other. Still, it may appeal to you more than a day at the bazaar.”

She slips around to his side, and looks down on him with a smile, “If you learn this lesson well you may earn the gratitude of all the slaves.” She parted the divided front of her gown and gracefully lifted her leg over his lap. She remained standing, facing him as she adjusted the folds of her gown. The silk garment remained closed at her waist but open below as she sat down, straddling his thighs, the slippery material flowed over Davis’ legs and spilled on to the floor.

She lifted a little gold curl from his forehead and smoothed it back into place. Almost instinctively, her legs squeezed his until she reminded herself to stop. “Sometimes, I get the most awful headaches, as if I was being struck by a madman with a little gold hammer. I must have quiet and I must have darkness until it passes, nothing can make the pain go away but maybe your touch could soothe me and your presence could establish a sense of calm.”

As she spoke, she lifted her hands to his head where her thumbs made slow steady circles on his temples. Her touch was light and soft but gradually increasing until she could feel the pressure was just pushing in the muscle that was beneath the skin. Pushing through the long gold of his hair, her fingers reached out to the base of his scalp, and pressed into the muscle at the top on his neck. The push of her fingers was harder into the heavy muscles of his neck moving carefully around his collar as the kneaded and pressed into him, and the continued to dig into him as they moved across the even harder muscles of his shoulders. His skin felt warm to her fingers, smooth and soft, yet such hard strength was beneath her little hands.

“My muscles will be tight, but your hands are much larger and stronger than mine, so you must be careful not to push too hard.” She let her hands rest on his chest. “Now, you try it.”

 

[poohlive]

He nodded, standing up. His hands fell across her shoulders, easing her into the throned chair beside him. He stood between her, legs spread, touching hers. He could feel the heat of her skin as it caressed his own.

His fingers worked at the spot she showed him, the thumb pressing into the temple. Not too hard, nothing too hard. When he pressed it just gave enough pressure to feel her move under him. A moment of uncomfortableness, but then it passed when he moved the way he felt her do.

He moved up through her hair, it washed over his fingers in this beautiful cascade of layers. His breath hot on her skin, as he towered over her, leaning in, letting her feel as much of him as possible. She should, there was no other reason. He had to make sure she relaxed.

Then down the back of her head, still soft, oh so soft. Enough to make her push back when he massaged, enough to make her lip quiver. Down her neck, slender as he throbbed against the muscles both aching and eased.

Then, on her shoulder he felt something. A knot of twisted muscle and flesh. His thumb pressed hard, deep, rubbing until it eased itself away. He gasped, smiling, moving down to find another, and another. Soon, all that remained was smooth flawless skin for his hands to glide over.

"Lay down," He whispered, "I could do the rest. Touch wherever you ask, Princess."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

“How does he do it?” the silent question flowed through Farsiris’ rapidly clearing mind. “He handles every task as if he were born for me.” Her eyes were on his face as he stood between her legs but she had to close them when his fingers pushed against her temples. Reflex compelled her to clench her jaw against the pressure until the warmth of his insistent caress relaxed her.

Once when he drove his fingers through her hair, she thought how easy it would be for him to crush her skull between his great hands but now her head rolled as if supported by those hands. She had expect to resist a touch too strong and rough for her delicate skin and tender muscles, but it was no stronger than it needed to be. The heat from his body wrapped her in a blanket of warmth as his fingers moved down her neck to her shoulders easing the tension from her.

She whimpered as his finger pressed into a knot under the skin of her shoulder but she did not pull away; she leaned into the strength of his hand. She told him without words to continue, be strong, relentless until its ease pulled a sigh from her lips. He heard him gasp, pleased with his success. His fingers knew her now and easily found the others until he had driven them all away with the deep penetrating pressure of his thumbs. Her smile was relaxed, almost sleepy, as his hands moved over the even flawless skin of her shoulders.

"Lay down," He whispered, "I could do the rest. Touch wherever you ask, Princess."

She nodded. The warmth of his hands was still on her shoulders, distracting her for a moment until she found the motivation she needed to move – the thought of his hands moving over the rest of her body was all she needed. She stood, looking up at him, she nodded again as she moved her arms and allowed her robe to fall to her feet.

“Wherever I ask, my pet, is everywhere.” She tossed her head throwing her curls down her back, then crawled over the foot of the bed and laid down in the center of the mass of silk and pillows. Her fiery hair spread wildly over the pillows as she rested her check on her folded arms.

“I want you to touch me from my neck to my feet. I want to feel your touch on all of me.” She was smiling as she closed her eyes and settled into the bed, her body already quivering in anticipation.

 

[poohlive]

Such a beautiful body, shifting, poised. All the right curves spread out as she waited for him. He could tell she waited, the skin quivering, eager to have a touch.

When his hands did caress her flesh he felt a spreading wamrth between both of their bodies. He got atop of her, mounting her. His legs were over hers, their bodies touching, as he stared at her lower back.

He moved down it, the entire length of her torso. The wamrth moving with each touch. More knots to find, more kinks to get out, more muscles to relax. She turned into clay in his hands, to be molded and shaped how he saw fit. He couldn't undestand how she kept going with all of these warped muscles just under the skin. He pressed down hard, as hard as he dared, hearing something inside of her crack.

For a moment he paled, eyes growing wide. Had he hurt her? Had he underestimted his own strength, shattering one of her soft bones in her body? Oh god, what would she do to him, his sister? What would he do without her?

No, his mind reeled on that crack. He'd heard the snapping of bones, the breaking of a body in heated battle. No, this was aligning the spine, taking distended pressure out of the lower back. Seperating bones that had been too close together. He moved his fingers along it now, feeling more space between them, feeling her body react warmly.

"If it is too much," He moved lower now, his breath hot as he bent down to her skin, teasing it with his lips, "Just tell me Princess."

And then her ass. He kneaded it with his hands. No kinks, nothing to get out, but just to feel such wonderful flesh between his fingers could not be denied. He did this too selfishly, touching for himself more than for her. He could not help it though.

He was a selfish man.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Under the warm pressure of his hands, Farsiris relaxed. His weight across her thighs pressed her slightly deeper into the soft bed and was a distraction that she had to force away. She pushed the image of him on her back and the feel of his strong legs around hers into the farthest corner of her mind. His firm smooth touch eased the hard little knots from her muscles as his fingers moved over her back with all the ease of her trained slaves. If he knew less of what he was doing, he was coming to know her body better and her body carelessly yielded to his hands.

Silently, her lips parted to be licked by her tongue. When she heard the soft crack of her spine and felt its release, she was not surprised; she felt the coming with the strength of his hands. Her lips curled into a comfortable smile as he continued down the gentle curve of her back. For those few minutes, she was nothing but soft malleable flesh in his hand and for those few minutes, she could think of nothing she would rather be. Unanchored, her mind drifted while her body remained pinned beneath him, held in place by his touch.

"If it is too much," He moved lower now, his breath hot as he bent down to her skin, teasing it with his lips, "Just tell me Princess." His words almost brought her back. She shook her head; it wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough, as always she wanted more. His breath, is lips, his touch, all of him, she wanted it all.

She felt his hands on her bottom, his fingers pressing into the warm, pliable flesh of her ass. She made a sound of unintelligible words, or a simple moan, she didn’t care; nothing mattered but self-indulgent feel of him. She wanted to be still and unmoving, to luxuriate in his touch but her response to the pleasure of his kneading hands was automatic. The warmth in her spread beyond his hands, and she arched her back as her hips shifted, lifting her ass into his hand. She tried to part her legs but his held them in place. She shook her head, trying to deny her arousal but with the growing wetness between thighs, her body made a liar of her mind.

“Do not stop, my pet.” She never said please, but the plea was carried in the tone of her voice.