“Good, little visionary, good. You see how easy that was? I am extremely pleased with you, Talia, and I am sure you feel better too. Everyone is happy. Now, close your eyes and do not open them until I tell you to.”
His voice was soft and kind so she did as she was told. He sighed and stroked her hair while she nuzzled at his chest. Hair-covered chest… he wasn’t wearing a shirt, that was why his warmth was so delicious and comforting, naked skin on naked skin like last night. His hand tightened on her hair, pulling gently at her scalp.
“Good, Talia, good, you want to please me, I like that. I am going to teach you how to please me, show you exactly what I want.”
She wanted to lift her head and gaze into his eyes, ask so many questions… but she didn’t.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Acquiescing was easier especially when he was being so kind. His body was strong and comforting, his voice soft and tender, but she was not deluded. Isaac was relentless, he would not stop until she was his slave. But she had seen the spectacular something and she was safe in the blue room, Isaac had told her so. His soft voice had permeated her trance, permeated the spirit realms – and penetrated her soul. Her visionary gifts had been clear and focused, and she had heard the truth in his words. The blue room was her spiritual home, her safe place. She could do anything with Isaac here, and her mind and spirit would remain untarnished by the mortal world. Despite her captivity, she was free.
Isaac’s lips brushed the top of her head and she moaned with pleasure. She would do anything with him when he was tender.
“Shush. Be quiet now and trust me.”
He scooped her up into his arms and deposited her unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor, positioning her on her bare knees. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, resisting her instinctive need to open them and assess what was going to happen next. Trust Isaac. Her body mourned the loss of his, aching for the return of his tender touch. It was a profoundly physical sensation of emptiness as if she had lost a part of her own being.
“Breathe, Talia, breathe. Now, open your mouth.”
He was standing over her, his powerful physical presence more commanding than ever now she couldn’t see. She did as he asked, trusting the warmth in his voice. Something small and smooth entered her mouth, and an exquisite creamy flavour flooded her tongue.
“Mmm.”
“Shush, no talking. Not unless I ask you to. Just eat.”
His gentle chastising barely registered as she concentrated on the rich taste of the cheese. It was delicious, her empty stomach gurgling appreciatively in anticipation of a meal at last.
“Good. Open your mouth again, Talia, and keep it open until I tell you to close it.”
His words should have been humiliating, but the lure of food was too strong for her to care. And this reminded her of last night. She liked to be reminded of last night. Isaac had been warm and considerate then. He had fed her, talked to her, made love to her so tenderly… and he was being kind now. So she opened her mouth wider still and accepted his offerings of food. She chewed three more pieces of cheese, opening her mouth wide after swallowing each one.
“Good, little visionary, good. There is plenty more food for you here, but you have to please me first.”
She heard his belt unbuckle. A needy little whimper escaped her lips as she squirmed in anticipation of something other than food.
“Quiet, remember your rules.”
She bit her lip to suppress her moan and clung to the warmth in his voice, certain the spectacular something was burning brightly in his eyes. He moved even closer, the warmth and power of his body overwhelming. Her head swam, consumed with blue and Isaac. They merged in her mind, inseparable, one indefinable from the other, becoming the same thing. Blue. The spirit realms. Isaac was part of the spirit realms and she belonged there as all Lokians did. She belonged with him.
“Take comfort from me as you did from the flask. Suckle me in the very same way.”
His voice was full of the spectacular something too. Her heart threatened to burst with happiness as his hand fisted in her hair, the pain in her scalp heralding the advent of pleasure…
Isaac’s monstrously swollen manhood pressed demandingly against her mouth, but she only felt its vulnerability. Isaac was trusting her with his most treasured possession, his primal masculine glory. Talia had teeth…
“Pleasure me.”
No instructions, no rules, Talia could be Talia, free to do as she wished. She was thrilled. She could be herself while she was performing this most intimate of acts. She sucked eagerly as he pushed into her mouth.
“Fuck, yes.”
Isaac sounded thrilled too, and she was determined to ensure he carried on feeling that way. He thrust into her mouth again and again and again, and she relaxed, allowing him deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe. She took in air through her nose, fighting her gag reflex, and pulled away, gasping, when her eyes began to water. Isaac allowed her this moment of recovery, his hand tugging gently at her hair. She would repay him for giving her this liberty, she could play this game of trust and reward too. She swirled her tongue over the swollen head of his manhood, marvelling at the sweet-tasting silky smoothness there. Isaac was delicious. Something deep within her soul recognised the taste of him, it was meant for her, like finally coming home. Like the blue room was her spiritual home. She slid her mouth down over his manhood, tightening her lips around him – Talia had teeth, but she would never abuse his trust.
“Aah”
She had power, the power to make her king say Aah, and the power of her teeth. But she would never abuse that power.
“Oh, fuck, that’s beautiful, Talia.”
She had power. She was strong, in control. What had Isaac told her? She would always have a choice, if she didn’t choose to trust him he was powerless. This all-powerful king rendered powerless by her. She moved her lips firmly down over him, shielding her teeth, taking him deep within her mouth and down into her open throat.
“Oh, that’s it, that’s what I need.”
She had power, and Isaac liked it. She unshielded her teeth for one tiny moment…
“Ah!”
… and then shielded them again, sucking harder than before. Isaac trusted her, he deserved this.
“Stop.”
She stilled immediately, his manhood deep within her mouth.
“Delayed gratification results in a more intense and pleasurable climax, and that is what I want with you, Talia.”
He stroked her hair and pulled his manhood from her mouth. She gasped. With you, he had said, with you.
“Hush.”
She kept her eyes tightly closed as he crouched in front of her.
“Why is your mouth closed, Talia? Open it immediately.”
It was only a gentle reprimand, but tears stung the back of her eyes as if he had slapped her. She did as she was told. Again. A large piece of creamy cheese entered her mouth.
“Good little visionary. Chew.”
She was stunned by his behaviour. Pausing fellatio to feed her was unexpected to say the least. Isaac was a rare and complex man. She chewed obediently while he stroked her hair, and after she swallowed, she remembered to open her mouth again.
“Good.”
She squirmed as her intimate juices flowed freely, her sex tightening and contracting and all because of his one softly spoken word. Why was this so very exciting? Isaac was controlling her, but she liked it. He pushed his manhood back into her open mouth and tightened his grip on her hair as she sucked rapturously, thanking it for the pleasure it had given her last night.
“Stop.”
She wanted to beg to be allowed to continue; what madness was this? She wanted to beg to be his slave. This time, he fed her two pieces of avocado. They were smooth and creamy and easier to chew than the cheese, which was good as she was eager to return to her erotic task. As soon as she swallowed she opened her mouth wide, but Isaac did not claim it. Instead he placed a c
hunk of melon there, sweet and cold and juicy. She gasped, and his hand moved to her cheek.
“Hush.”
She chewed and swallowed far too quickly, desperate to fellate him. Her mouth felt empty without him inside of it. As his manhood pushed inside her mouth, she returned to the spirit realms. With Isaac. This was what she had been waiting for. Or maybe this world had been the spirit realms all along and she had just been waiting for Isaac to reveal the truth. She was Talia, Lokian visionary, sated by food and King Isaac, and safe in the spirit realms with him. She was safe in their blue room, her angel hawk soaring overhead, free just like her. Isaac thrust hard into her mouth, his hand tightening on her hair again.
“I will feed you now, Talia, nourish you, give you the sustenance you need to survive.”
His voice was rough with desire, his excitement evident. As he thrust into her mouth, the contractions of her sex and clitoris intensified, hovering at the edge of a steep precipice – but would Isaac let her jump?
He had no choice. This was her decision. As his orgasm erupted into her mouth, pumping his seed endlessly down her throat, she climaxed as sweetly and intensely as she had the night before. His seed surged into her body, his fluids becoming part of her blood, and their beings meshed, became one glorious climaxing spirit that could never be separated…
She was part of Isaac.
Isaac was part of her.
They had journeyed to the spirit realms together, attained the mystical state of unity all Lokians aspired to.
Isaac pulled out of her mouth and her head reeled at the loss, dizziness overwhelming her. Yet still she kept her eyes firmly closed as Isaac had told her to. She let the last of his seed swirl around her mouth, relishing her power. She held the essence of the most powerful man in the land within her mouth – how powerful did that make her?
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
She raised her dazed eyes to meet his dominant ones. Dominant but not cold, nothing like cold… for the spectacular something was burning brighter than it had ever burned before.
“Swallow me, Talia, swallow your food.”
She moaned as she willingly did as he asked. The look of supreme male satisfaction on his face thrilled her. The spectacular something in his eyes thrilled her.
“Good little visionary. Now thank your master for feeding you.”
The spectacular something was in his voice too.
“Thank you, Master.”
He breathed in sharply. “Again, Talia. Tell me what you are thanking me for.”
“Thank you, Master, thank you for nourishing me with your seed. Thank you for honouring me with your body.”
She didn’t know where the words came from, but she meant them. Her power was surging through her body and it was easy to relinquish a little of it. She had more than enough for herself and her words seemed to mean so much to Isaac. He crouched before her, the spectacular something burning into her soul.
“Good, Talia, I am very pleased with you. I will feed you my seed every day; I wish it could be your only sustenance. I want to nourish you always.”
She moaned softly, her clitoris pulsating in response to his words. She was mad. Mad for him. His knuckles brushed against her cheek.
“Drink.”
He had another flask of water – he was so good at this game. She suckled obediently at the flask, and then he sat and held her tightly against his chest while he drank. He had pulled his trousers up and his dangling belt dug sharply into her bare stomach. She grumbled quietly and thought she heard a repressed chuckle but might have imagined it. He hadn’t told her to lower her eyes, but she was enjoying cuddling against his chest so felt no need to make eye contact. As he lay back on the stone floor, she curled up into a tiny ball against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. He had taken her to the spirit realms and she would treasure their elevated connection for however long it lasted. It was a rare and precious thing and would sustain her through the challenging times ahead. Now she had seen the spectacular something again she knew anything was possible. There would be more trauma and discord to face, but there would also be more of this. She would fight ferociously to ensure there was more of this.
“Are you cold, Talia?”
“No, Your Majesty.”
He stroked her hair. “I prefer Master when we are in here.”
“Yes, Master.”
It was difficult to suppress her smile. His tone was petulant like a spoilt child irritated she was not obeying the rules of his game. It was amusing and made her feel in control. She sighed and nuzzled into his chest. Her mind was addled by her orgasm and would not work properly, her intuitive powers scrambled by sensual pleasure. She was capable of very little at the moment except worshipping the wonder of Isaac, so that was what she would do. She would exist purely for this moment for it was a perfect one.
“Good, little visionary, good. I am going to take you quickly now, and then we will return to my room where you can rest.”
Were they going to stay here, couple on this cold stone floor? It wouldn’t be any more comfortable for him than it would for her and seemed ridiculous when only inches away there was a huge, warm bed. But she didn’t question him. She didn’t care enough to risk upsetting the peace between them.
“Come with me, Talia.”
He took her hand and led her across the room… had she misheard him? Were they returning to the bedroom now? He pushed her against the heavy wooden door; it was smooth and hard against her back but not as cold and uncomfortable as the floor.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Talia.”
She gasped as his muscular body covered hers, trapping her against the door. She was still Talia, not just his slave. With her eyes lowered, she moved one leg up around him, and he grasped the other, wrapping it tightly around his waist. She was reliant on his body for balance, if he moved away she would fall. It was strangely erotic for she knew she could trust him to keep her safe. She could relinquish all responsibility for her physical wellbeing, Isaac would take care of her. It was liberating, not enslaving, leaving her free to concentrate on her pleasure. She wanted this, exactly like this. Her head spun with sensual fervour as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“No. Lift your arms above your head.”
She was even more vulnerable now. She did as he said, but she wanted to wrap her arms around him, yearned to be as close as humanly possible. But Isaac wanted to control her, wanted it his way as usual. She shivered with anticipation. Her trust in Isaac was transforming this experience. She was as excited by his dominance as she was by their sexual intimacy. She had never felt so safe in her life, safe the moment before her captor took her body, claimed it as his own. It was shocking. Her head spun as he pushed his trousers down so they hung around his hips. His rock-hard erection jerked against her naked belly, impatient for its pleasure. She melted against it, seduced by this devastating combination of dominant male sexuality and tender care.
“Good. Now look into my eyes while I fuck you.”
She raised her eyes to meet the spectacular something burning sensuously in his. This was profound. He wanted to look into her eyes as he took her, see her emotions, connect. She was a person to Isaac, not a slave. That never seemed to change whatever happened. Everything else was immaterial, just a game. Her heart swelled with hope for their future but she was furious with herself for feeling grateful for his respect. She was entitled to respect as was every living being, she should not be thankful for it. But she was, just as she was thankful for the strange quirk of fate that had brought her to this mesmerising man.
She was in serious trouble, helplessly besotted with her captor, enslaved not by his dominance and control, but by his warmth and tenderness…
“Ah!”
Isaac braced his hands against the wall, either side of hers, and thrust deep inside of her. It was a brutal claiming welcomed by her pleasure-soaked body. Lokians didn’t feel shame about intimacy and she was the most shameless of th
em all. Her sex was dripping with desire, dripping for Isaac. It wanted this – and so did she.
“You are such a good little visionary, Talia. You climaxed without any physical stimulation, purely from witnessing your master’s pleasure. My pleasure gives you pleasure and that pleases me very much. Your tiny cunt is so hot, so wet, so tight around my cock. I can feel how aroused you are. You were made for fucking, made to be my slave.”
He was talking into her hair, his voice a seductive whisper. When he raised his head, his eyes were liquid blue, the colour of the ocean on a midsummer’s day. The spectacular something was infused with tenderness and yearning that transcended the violent passion of the moment. Dreams of their future lay in his eyes…
“Your Majesty… Master.”
He lowered his lips to hers, his body slamming her against the door as he thrust urgently inside her. He encircled her wrists with one strong hand, his grasp iron-tight yet reassuring. She could not escape – and did not want to. Isaac’s intensity was mesmerising.
“Did you think I didn’t notice, Talia? Did you think you could keep your climax a secret? You can’t hide anything from me, I notice everything. I own everything you say, think and do. You belong to me, Talia, you always will.”
You always will. Isaac was consumed by carnal passion, but she believed in the truth of his words. She felt a thrill unlike any she had ever felt before. He was as obsessed with her as she was with him. At this moment they were in the spirit realms together and she prayed they would never leave.
“Thank you, Master,” she moaned deliriously into his mouth. His eyes glittered into hers.
“I didn’t ask you to speak, Talia. You will be thoroughly fucked for the liberty you have taken.”
She wished she could tell him how happy she was with her punishment but wisely bit her tongue. She would let him think he was testing her erotic endurance when the truth was she needed this as much as him. She needed him to claim her passionately, ferociously, craved his darkness as much as his light. Her demon masquerading as an angel – or was it the other way round? Truth was it didn’t matter. She wanted everything Isaac had to give, good or bad.
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