by Randi Darren
It’d never bothered her because she’d been getting off on it to a degree.
“I’m not crazy, no. I just… I feed off myself. And the worse I am, the better I taste. The more I thought about it, the more being your toy sounded absolutely soul wrenching to me. I almost threw up right there, when I offered myself up,” Nancy said. “And it was so… so… succulent.”
“Crazy,” Steve said, nodding his head. “That’s fine. Nothing wrong with crazy, so long as you can get it to work for you in the right way. You’re not going to go stupid and try to hurt me, are you?”
“No, but I want you to hurt me. Make me despair to live,” Nancy gushed. “Maybe hit me a little? Work up to a full beating? Break a finger or two? Brand me? I heal really well. I don’t scar at all. Not even a blemish.”
“Uh, no.” Steve felt a sudden hard stop on the conversation pop up in his head. “Sorry. Not really into causing pain.”
“Will you at least bed me or make me take you in my mouth?” Nancy asked, finally getting several sparks to catch in the tinder. “Ah, there we go.”
She leaned in quickly and started to blow into her small glowing bundle.
Well… I’m kinda horny.
Could use it.
But it horrifies her?
But she wants it.
What the actual fuck.
“You want me to bed you,” Steve clarified, watching as the amazingly attractive Wight transferred her glowing bundle to a bunch of small sticks.
“Yes, repeatedly. Preferably with my wrists tied as you slap me around,” Nancy said.
“Ah… no. I’m not… no.” Steve shook his head at that. He was very much opposed to hurting her.
Deathly so.
The small games he played with Ina were nothing in the end, little more than some dark psychological roleplay.
Kassandra was a little different, but it still wasn’t like this.
What Nancy wanted felt like crossing a line. One he wasn’t willing to commit to at the moment.
“Then yes, I want you to bed me. Can you at least tie me up? That’d be pretty nice. Nice and tight till my wrists ache,” Nancy said. “Maybe after you force yourself down my throat?”
Steve shook his head, not really knowing what to say.
Nancy finished adding in branches and sticks to the crackling fire.
“Just the idea of you doing that, does it for me…” Nancy’s voice trailed off in a soft moan. “Please? Do that? Tie me up, use me, and leave me naked when you’re done like a broken doll?”
Steve felt like he could do some of the last bit, at least. That felt like just normal rough sex. Like what he had with Ina and Kassandra.
Especially Kassandra.
What Nancy had asked for before was just beyond his ability, but it wasn’t exactly too strange either, when he thought about it. He knew very well there were those who wanted to be humiliated. Those who wanted to feel pain.
There were many forms of masochism.
The problem was, he just wasn’t a sadist.
“Alright,” Steve said, deciding to roll with it. “Strip for me.”
Nancy made a soft whining noise and then rose up next to the fire.
Slowly, hesitatingly, she started to peel her clothes off. Her skin was so pale, it practically glowed in the firelight. Her black hair partially covered her face, but every now and then, he caught her green eyes watching him. They were haunted and excited at the same time.
Isn’t there a saying? Don’t stick your dick in cr… don’t stick your… eh… whatever.
In no time at all, Nancy was nude before him. One of her hands fluttered over her privates while her other arm lay across her breasts. Her head was tilted to one side, her hair entirely obscuring her face.
“Move your hands,” Steve said.
With a very soft whimper, Nancy moved her hands and twitching fingers away. Then she moaned.
“Let me see your face,” Steve said.
Nancy lifted her hands and pulled her hair back behind her.
Her eyes looked insanely excited, and she had a massive grin on her face. In the same breath, she looked like she was on the verge of laughing maniacally.
“Keep going,” Nancy said in a low voice, her grin becoming odd as her lips trembled. “Do more to me. Are you sure I can’t talk you into hitting me? I want you to hit me.”
“No violence,” Steve said simply. “Don’t bring it up again. Ever.”
“No violence,” Nancy repeated. She looked angry at that, but then nodded her head, and her creepy smile came back. “Is… rough is okay, though?”
“Rough is okay,” Steve admitted.
“Good. Great. Tie me up and force it down my throat, then,” Nancy purred at him.
I can do that. Kassandra has me do that sometimes.
Getting to his feet, Steve began to unbuckle his belt. He pulled it free, then shook his pants down and stepped out of them.
“Turn around, Nancy,” Steve said in a commanding voice. “And I’m ordering you to tell me what you actually want. No games. If you lie to me, it’s a betrayal.”
He wanted to be absolutely sure this was what she wanted.
“I want you to beat me,” Nancy said in a choked whisper. “To brand me. To cut me. To scar me up with your name and let everyone see it. I want you to slap me while ravaging me. To destroy me and make me suffer. Brand my face repeatedly.
“I want to suffer so much. I’ve never tasted anything like this. I need more. So much more. Force a child on me and never marry me. Make me raise your other children, but never let them call me Mother.”
Completely crazy. But it’s what she wants.
No violence though. None of that.
Cinching his belt around her wrists just as he did with Kassandra, he grabbed her by a shoulder and forced her down to her knees.
Nancy grunted as she hit the cave floor and knelt there.
“Yes, more,” she whispered. “More.”
Sliding his fingers through Nancy’s hair, he slowly bent her head around until she ended up facing him. He kept pulling until she’d turned herself around completely.
She was panting, staring up at him with wide eyes and that broken smile on her face.
“Yes, in my throat. Deep,” she murmured, and her eyes slid down to his fully erect member in front of her. “Force it deep down in my throat. Make me choke.”
Steve couldn’t deny that her incessant dirty talk was pushing his desire upward. It was strange and erotic at the same time.
Taking a good hold on Nancy’s hair, he moved his left hand up to cup her face and guided his tip toward her lips.
Opening her mouth wider than Steve thought was possible, Nancy looked incredibly sexy. Then she slid her tongue out and wriggled it up and down as she looked up at him.
He crammed himself into her mouth, immediately going straight to the hilt and pushing himself down her throat.
Nancy’s response was to close her mouth tight around him. Her eyes watered, and she gagged hard on him. But she didn’t pull away. He could actually feel her trying to push him deeper. Till her chin was crushing his nuts.
Pushing her head away, Steve watched her as she watched him. The madness in her eyes was only growing by the second.
He paused when he got to the tip, hesitating.
“Down my throat,” Nancy said around his tip. “I want it. Hard. Rough. Don’t worry about me. Just do it. Can’t hurt me. I’ll heal.”
Giving in, Steve pulled Nancy’s head down and stuffing himself to the hilt back down her throat.
Moaning at the action, Nancy just gazed up at him. Her throat contracted, and then she gagged roughly on him, her body shuddering. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she continued to gag, the reaction clearly involuntary as she struggled to keep him there.
So messed up.
Holding tight to her hair, Steve began to pump back and forth through her mouth exactly as he wished to without regard for her.
Ju
st what Nancy wanted.
Moaning, groaning, and gagging between, she quivered the whole time.
Nancy took it and tried to get more from him, pushing her face into him. Staring up at him without ever looking away.
Her tongue writhed, her lips were tight, and he could feel her sucking at him even as he thrust back and forth.
Sooner than he thought he would, Steve was pretty ready to simply burst.
“I’m right on the edge—you want it down your throat?” he asked. Then he decided to push her in the way he thought she wanted. “Or do you want me to drop a load of seed in you and try to get you pregnant?”
Nancy gagged the hardest he’d seen as she started to moan at his words, her whole body shaking. Jerking herself out of his grasp, she turned around, angled herself forward, and ended up with her face on the cave floor.
Her rear end was sticking straight up at him, and her back was arched. Giving him a perfect view of her dripping privates.
She coughed the entire time, and it was obvious she wasn’t able to speak. Instead she shook her rear end at him. Inviting him.
So broken.
Grabbing Nancy by the hips, Steve immediately pushed himself completely into her slit.
If he had any doubts about what she wanted, they were dispelled in that instant. She was as wet as could be. To the point that it felt like he’d forced some of her wetness out due to the overwhelming amount of it.
Leaning over her, Steve began to ram himself down and into her. He reached down and pressed his hands into her shoulders, holding her still as he plowed her into the cave floor.
Nancy finally stopped coughing and instead began to sob and wail. Each one was punctuated by a twisted, deep moan.
“In me,” she said after she took in a big hiccupping breath. “Risk a pregnancy on me. I want it. Give it to me. I want your seed.”
Then she immediately started sobbing and moaning again. Her wails made a strange counterpoint to it all.
“Say it!” Nancy called out sucking in a deep breath. “Tell me you’re gonna do it!”
Fuck, that’s right, she knows I have some control over it.
Grunting as he pounded away at Nancy, Steve contemplated how to make this work. He leaned back, grabbed her hips, and pulled on her sides.
“Impregnate Nancy Abellis, my mistress,” Steve said in a growl.
Impregnate Nancy Abellis?
No!
Nancy wailed loudly in what was practically a howl.
Steve came then, pumping hard into Nancy as he coated her insides.
“Yes!” Nancy wailed in a sob.
Pushing hard up against her, Steve felt himself filling her up. Far more than he’d been expecting.
Pulling at her as he finished up and grunting with each thrust, Steve finally came to an end.
With a wet squelch, he pulled himself out of Nancy. A sea of fluid spilled out of her and dribbled all down her thighs.
Steve has gained notoriety for breaking the laws of the Lamals.
Steve has gained the Took a Mistress accolade.
Steve has gained the Schadenfreude accolade.
Damn, she really had me going.
And what’s with that accolade? Is that because I bedded her outside of a marriage?
She said it would be Animator if it was a marriage.
Maybe her being a Wight is way more abnormal than I thought. I need to talk to Nikki.
Whimpering, Nancy let her rear fall to the cave stone floor.
“Make me clean you up,” she said in a sob. “Tell me to do it.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Steve sat down against the cave wall. “Come clean me up, Mistress.”
Sobbing softly, Nancy came over on her knees and inhaled him eagerly.
And started moaning around his girth. Bobbing her head up and down, fast and hard, while sucking at him.
Her green eyes immediately slid up to watch him again.
What in the fuck?
But that was a lot of fun.
***
Walking back toward the outpost, Steve felt a little odd about everything.
Nancy had reverted back to her somewhat quiet and stoic self. Acting like the perfect henchwoman again.
The previous night’s activities had not been spoken of. Steve imagined it would come up eventually; he just wasn’t sure when.
He could see the moat and partial stone walls up ahead.
“I’m not pregnant,” Nancy said suddenly.
Apparently, this was the moment.
“Nope. It apparently isn’t a guarantee,” Steve said, deciding to lie to Nancy about this one facet. It’d keep her twisted up. If her entire deal was her own agony, that was how he’d keep her “fed” so to speak.
“That’s why Jaina isn’t pregnant,” Nancy said.
“Mm-hmm,” Steve said.
As they walked along, only the sound of their feet hitting the grass could be heard.
“You’re not… treating me differently,” Nancy remarked after the silence grew longer.
“Am I supposed to?” Steve asked.
“No. I thought… you would, though. I know that wasn’t normal,” Nancy said. “I’m not… I’m not crazy. I know what happened was crazy, but I’m not crazy.”
You’re crazy.
“Okay,” Steve said.
“You don’t mind it?” Nancy asked.
“It was pretty crazy,” Steve admitted with a chuckle. “But it was fun in a dark way, too.”
“And that I use black magic doesn’t concern you?” Nancy said.
“Nope. You’re my mistress. Your black magic is mine,” Steve emphasized.
Nancy nodded at that, folding her arms across her stomach.
“Will you… please… use me like that again? Soon?” Nancy asked. “Now? Tonight?”
“Sure, I imagine we can find some time for that,” Steve said.
“Will you slap m—”
“No. I won’t. No violence. Remember?” Steve said.
“Light slaps? Just… a little? A couple?” Nancy asked, her tone taking on that strange edge again. “It’d just be rough, not really violence. I want it.”
“Hush,” Steve muttered.
Nancy immediately fell silent.
“I want to plan out an attack on that village. I want to take them tonight or tomorrow. Do you understand?” Steve asked.
“As your dark-magic mistress, I shall make sure it happens,” Nancy said. “If I make it happen tonight, will you slap me? Just a little?”
“Nancy, I’m getting tired of this,” Steve warned.
“Maybe you should slap me for not listening,” she said.
“Or maybe I should make love to you next time instead, on a feather bed, with big fluffy blankets while telling you I love you,” Steve hissed.
“That’d work, too. I don’t think I’d like it as much, but I’m open to try,” Nancy said with a shrug. “I’d really prefer a good, hard slap though. Maybe three of them. Or a brand of your name. Right on my cheek. Maybe my forehead. It’d heal in a day or two.”
“Shut up,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Go get me that village. Tell no one about the black magic. Tell them you’re using poison. Take some of the women with you as henchwomen for yourself.”
“Yes, Steve,” Nancy said.
Without any more strangeness, Steve managed to get back to the outpost.
All around were women from the village. Working in groups with their taskmasters to accomplish their goals.
There were no chains, no whips, no batons, and no signs of even threatened violence.
Everyone was moving quickly and efficiently, though there was still clearly an air of partial resentment.
Not that he blamed them. They didn’t want to be there. They were wearing magical collars that kept them in check, and their alternative was execution.
A death they’d earned, of course. Steve was being merciful for letting them live and treating them above and beyond well, so he didn’t fee
l much in the way of guilt over it.
“Welcome home,” Ina said, as Steve made it to the cabin. She was messing with what looked like a collar. “Any news?”
“A little.” Steve walked over to the beautiful Creep Witch.
Reaching down, he lightly ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her temple.
After dealing with Nancy, Ina was great with her very strong, very forward, and very honest view of their relationship.
“I love you, Ina. You know that?” Steve asked, standing next to her.
Visibly swallowing, Ina peered up at him. Then she gave him a slow and beautiful smile.
“I love you, too, Steve,” she said in a soft voice. “Uhm… can… we go into the cabin? I think… I think I just changed my mind. I’d really like you to… to put a child… in me.
“Can we go try?”
Chuckling at that, Steve nodded his head. “Sure. But after, we need to talk about that village. I have a plan.”
Nine
“I’m uncomfortable trusting her,” Kassandra said, staring at Nancy.
The Wight stared back at the Lamia without any emotion. Much as she always did with everyone but Steve.
“Her name is Nancy,” Jaina said, shifting her weight around where she squatted. “And I trust her because my husband does.”
Kassandra sighed at that, then looked away. “This world doesn’t allow for easy or swift trust.”
“I don’t trust her either,” Ina said, lounging in one of the few chairs in the cabin. “But I also didn’t trust you or Jaina at first.”
“I trust none of you but Steve,” Nancy said firmly. She didn’t change her posture, shift, or move in any way, but to Steve she looked rather imposing with that statement.
Slowly, all four women turned to look at Steve as he sat in the corner.
“What?” he asked. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be bedding you. We’re all one criminal family, aren’t we? You all have a Humanist accolade for a reason.”
Each pretty face frowned at that, then started looking at one another.
“Figure out how we make that plan work to take that village. I want it,” Steve said. “Sooner rather than later. Because there’s a bunch of other villages to take, too. If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right.”