Just like last night…
I love hearing my name on your lips.
Her mantra, Isaac’s wonderful words……
“Hush, Wanwisa, hush now, I’ve got you, you’re safe. Drink for me.”
The spectacular something was in Isaac’s voice. She blinked up into his concerned eyes as he pressed a flask against her lips, and she drank eagerly, trusting him despite her fuddled mind.
“Your Majesty… Master… What happened to me?”
He was sitting on the floor and she was cradled in his arms. Safe. He sighed as he brushed her wayward hair from her face. “You fainted, Talia. You are not strong enough to withstand your punishment. I must fortify you before I subject you to my deviant desires. You need to eat.”
There was a smile in his voice, unconcerned about his plans going awry. She beamed up at him as he continued to stroke her hair. He had said his seed was to be her only sustenance today, but his rules had changed. This game was complex. It was not only about Isaac’s needs and desires – it was about hers too.
He carried her to the far corner of the room where there were three dome-covered plates and a folded blue blanket on the floor. The cornflower blue blanket from Isaac’s bed. Her eyes widened. It was a game! Had Isaac always intended to feed her something other than his seed today? Or had he planned to torment her by eating while she involuntarily abstained? This game was confusing especially for her food-starved brain. And, of course, Isaac didn’t explain.
“Are you able to stand for a moment?”
She nodded, her face growing hot as her stomach growled noisily at the thought of food. Isaac grinned as he placed her on her feet.
“Poor little Wanwisa, let’s get you fed.”
She watched as he stooped to unfold the blanket – it looked so welcoming after the hard stone floor. As he spread it out before her, she peered down at her smarting knees. They were reddened from the prolonged contact with the rough stone, pain caused by administering to Isaac’s pleasure. She scowled.
“Sit.”
She sat on the blanket, her eyes lowered, her legs folded underneath her. The sore red patches on her knees made her scowl again.
“Look at me, Talia. Why are you frowning? When we are in this room, your function is to please me and your scowl certainly does not. Your bad temper is not acceptable.”
This was a ridiculous game. She was hungry and her knees were sore, and it was all Isaac’s fault. He had done this, but she was not allowed to feel discomfort or displeasure or any emotion he did not deem it suitable for her to feel. She was not allowed to be an autonomous, multi-faceted human being. She knew it was dangerous, but she scowled even more.
“My knees are sore, Master.”
He stared dispassionately into her eyes for a long moment, and then knelt in front of her.
“Show me, stretch your legs out in front of you.”
She scowled even more ferociously but wriggled as elegantly as she could to do as she was told. Isaac’s eyes brushed fleetingly over her bare breasts, and her stomach rumbled, begging for food. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, but it would be foolish to feel shy after the intimacies they had shared, and she was not an inhibited woman. She would not feel ashamed of her nakedness or her bodily functions. This was her body, not Isaac’s – he may think he was her master, but he would never own her.
“Good little visionary.”
His words were condescending, but she knew he didn’t intend them to be. His voice was as soft and tender as an angel’s… an angel masquerading as a demon. She watched as he examined her injuries, brushing his fingertips lightly over her sore knees. The skin was tender, even to his gentle touch, and she winced and pouted furiously. He raised his eyes and glared at her pouting mouth but didn’t reprimand her.
He stared. He smirked. And then he lowered his head to caress one poor damaged knee with gentle, soothing lips, and a peace she had never felt before embedded in her heart.
“Mmm.”
He ignored her little exclamation of pleasure and stroked his tongue over the tender skin, soothing it with his healing saliva. She watched in fascination as his lips moved to caress her other knee. Isaac was her master, but he was worshipping her. How was this possible?
Because this was all a game…
Later she would analyse her mind-blowing discovery and how it would affect her strategy in this room. Surely she was not meant to understand the game so quickly? If at all… Isaac would be furious if he knew. He was obsessed with power and control, but now she held the upper hand.
This was just a game.
But now she would focus on Isaac’s ministrations, wallow in his tenderness and warmth. Her fascination grew by the second. Her master was worshipping her and showed no sign of stopping any time soon. It was sublime. When he finally lifted his head, she was gripped by a compulsion so powerful it could not be denied and yet… she wasn’t allowed. She couldn’t instigate anything in this room. Isaac’s eyes narrowed, their softness stiffened into steel.
“Didn’t you enjoy that, Talia?”
He had seen her pained expression and thought she hadn’t enjoyed his tender care. This would not do. She was unable to play the game a moment longer and the truth came tumbling out.
“I loved it, Master. You honour me with your tenderness and I… I am sad because I want to show you how very much I appreciate it. I yearn to express my respect for you.”
His eyes shone with pleasure, the spectacular something caressing her as surely as his mouth had. It was hypnotic, like staring into the flickering flames of a fluttering fire.
“Why can’t you do that, Talia?”
She stared straight into his eyes, brave and overflowing with trust and love.
Love?
Was their shared spiritual energy true love?
She was stunned into silence by her second life-changing discovery in a matter of minutes.
“Talia? Answer my question, my sweet.”
It was the mellifluous voice of the angel… her angel masquerading as a demon… interrupting the smooth flow of her intuition, her journey to the spirit realms…
“Talia? I order you to answer your master now!”
The angel’s voice was concerned… agitated… commanding. She blinked, focusing on Isaac’s worried eyes.
“I am not allowed to instigate what happens in this room, Master,” she whispered. His eyes burned into hers.
“I give you permission, Talia, you may express your gratitude in any way you choose.”
He said no more, gave her no instructions or rules. As they sat silently together on the blue blanket, she wondered how he would react to what she was planning to do. She was going to give him a gift of pleasure, worship him with her mouth again. She had become addicted to fellatio, obsessed with Isaac’s manhood. She would dream of it tonight, lurid fantasies of a lifetime spent with her mouth around his cock. She shuddered. Her thoughts were becoming cruder by the second, but she was wanton and unashamed. This was a gift for herself as much as for Isaac – she was a selfish lover, consumed by her own desires. When Isaac’s manhood was in her mouth, she felt deep peace and excitement she had never experienced before. It was addictive, she wanted to feel it all the time. She craved the feeling of unity and completeness as if she had been born to pleasure him and for nothing else. Talia, esteemed Lokian visionary, had been created to fellate her captor, King Isaac of Cornicunia, all her spiritual training rendered pointless by her discovery of the truth. It didn’t shock her or destroy her vision of herself. She surrendered to the truth as she had surrendered to Isaac, with trust and a warm, open heart.
Pleasure Isaac – it was all she wanted to do.
“Please lie down, Master, I want you to be comfortable and relaxed while receiving your pleasure.”
He arched an eyebrow, his eyes glittering with desire. “While receiving my pleasure? Oh, sweet Talia, I think I am going to enjoy your gratitude very much indeed.”
He lay flat on his back,
his long legs outstretched, a breathtakingly insolent alpha male assured of his right to pleasure. Yet he waited patiently for it, for her. He gave her liberty. He was so sure of his strength and power he could relinquish a little to her. It was wonderful.
Boldly, she unbuttoned his trousers, her eyes intent on her task. He seemed happy for her to do exactly as she pleased so… She gazed up into his eyes as she wrapped one hand around his rampant manhood and sucked it deep inside her mouth. The power of eye contact could never be overestimated. Her rules had denied Isaac this pleasure, but now he could watch her watching him as she performed this most intimate of acts. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could meet her gaze squarely, the spectacular something burning in his sky blue eyes. Isaac was playing by her rules now.
She was more assertive than before, for she knew it would excite him to watch her wantonly administering to his pleasure. He appreciated a sexually confident woman despite relishing her submission. He was a complex and fascinating man, with many contradictions in his character. Her mouth tightened around the warm, throbbing length of him as she moved it faster and faster, up and down, gaining confidence from the pleasure in his eyes and the intimacy they shared.
“Stop!”
She stilled instantly, her master’s wish her command.
“This is your gift for me, yes, Talia?”
She reluctantly removed her mouth from his manhood to speak.
“Yes, Master.”
“I want us to share it. Sit astride me with your hands behind your back and take my cock inside you. Ride me and take your pleasure as I take mine.”
She did as he asked, her eyes still locked with his. He was taking control again, but she didn’t mind. She was allowed to mount her master, be the dominant partner in this game. She lowered herself onto his throbbing erection while he held it to assist her. Isaac’s game was intimate and revealing, there was nowhere for her to hide. She was naked in every way, a primal creature whose passion equalled Isaac’s, a wildly sensual woman who would indulge his raw sexuality to the hilt. The spectacular something made it easy, set her free to be her true self. Talia, Lokian visionary, was King Isaac’s lover and would satisfy his every desire as he would hers.
“Oh!”
She gasped as she watched her sex slide slowly down over his swollen manhood, an unbearably erotic sight.
“Slowly, Wanwisa, take it slow.”
It was impossible to restrain herself. Wanwisa, he had called her Wanwisa again. Goddess, not slave. Or maybe both? She ignored her flowering intuition and thrust impatiently down over his manhood, her sex clinging tightly to its rigid length. It hit hard in her belly, so deep it hurt.
“Your Majesty… Ooh… Isa…”
She managed to stop just in time, before the last treasured sound of his name entered the blue room. She bit her errant lip and concentrated on accustoming herself to moving over his massively swollen girth. He was so huge and she was so small. Their coupling barely felt possible. He flicked one finger over her engorged clitoris and smiled devilishly into her eyes.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you, Talia?”
“Mmm… sorry, Master,” she whimpered helplessly, squirming at his touch. He was mercilessly assaulting her throbbing bud of nerves, sending intense, stabbing sensations of pleasure up into her belly. So intense it was painful… There was too much of everything… too much pleasure, too much intimacy, too much pain; how could she control her emotions, her instinctive need to tell him how she felt? Emotional repression was not the Lokian way.
“No.” He moved his other hand to her mouth, his fingers caressing it, making her crave his tender kiss. “I love this untrained mouth. I won’t always restrain it for its unfettered form gives me too much pleasure. It is passionate and uninhibited and should be allowed its expression.”
He was blessing her with freedom, to be her true self. She was Wanwisa, goddess of the sea. Boldly, she moved her hands from behind her back, defying his orders, to press them firmly against his chest. She began to move without inhibition, sliding her sex sensuously over his manhood, clenching her muscles to enhance his pleasure. She needed to show Isaac how intensely she felt and only fucking him like this would do. Using her body to express her spirit was the most natural thing in the world. Isaac would learn much about the Lokian mind today…
His eyes widened as she began to dance, her body moving to its own unique, seductive rhythm, expressing the essence of her spirit. Isaac’s pupils dilated, and his eyes closed with pleasure as his manhood pulsated inside her. Their spiritual energy flowed between them, her sex and Isaac’s communicating effortlessly, creating their own dance of love. It was a pure new beginning, unaffected by the past, a harmonising of bodies unique to the two of them. It was the path to their future – and it was a glorious one. She closed her eyes as she listened to her spirit, her body moving instinctively with Isaac’s. No words, no vision, no king, no captor, no slave, no Lokian visionary… the only thing that existed was the magical transformative power of touch. She opened her eyes to watch Isaac’s reopening, glittering black pools, burning with tenderness and lust.
“Isaac!”
“Your tight little cunt talks to me, Talia. It’s magical, like you.”
Like you… Isaac was her destiny. His finger flicked her engorged clitoris harder, faster, and she merged into him, matching his tenderness and lust. They were one being, sharing their climaxes as pleasure and peace intertwined, and she realised her true place in this mortal world…
Isaac.
Isaac was her place in this world. They were destined to share profound peace and pleasure. Isaac was made for her and there was not a thing he could do about it.
This was what she had learnt today, what her training had taught her. This was destiny, the way it was meant to be.
She fell forwards onto his chest, yearning for the comfort of skin against skin and the reassurance of Isaac’s heartbeat. But he was still dressed, his shirt a barrier between them. Why was he wearing it? She grumbled as she tugged at it impotently, too dazed and sated to do anything more.
“Talia.”
His voice was a warm, husky whisper. She grumbled again as she tried to nuzzle his chest but felt only rough material against her mouth and cheek. She was naked, but Isaac was fully clothed. She did not approve of this at all.
“Do you want to rid me of my shirt, Talia?”
“All your clothing, Master, not just the shirt,” she whined in a most unattractive fashion, completely forgetting her rules.
“Very well.”
She was astounded by his acquiescence, dazed from the beauty of their union and shocked by her disregard for her rules. Her punishment would surely begin in earnest soon and then there would be no more sweet nuzzling for her.
“Mghh,” she grunted incoherently as Isaac tried to lift her away from him. His manhood was still inside her and she wanted it to stay.
“Talia, if you want me naked you will have to move so I can undress. It is your choice.”
His voice was amused but firm. She sighed but decided the allure of skin against skin was more enticing than uninterrupted physical connection. She muttered disagreeably as she eased herself from his manhood and slithered to his side. Her sex felt empty; wet, open and deserted. She curled up alongside him, pouting ferociously at his smiling face.
“So difficult to please, such a badly behaved visionary.”
He was warm and playful, unconcerned by her disregard for her rules. She watched as he stood and tore his clothes off, impatient to rejoin her on the blanket. He collapsed beside her, his muscular body glistening with sweat, and pulled her tightly against him, his face an inch from hers. Their hot, wet bodies melded together, and she whimpered happily, combing her fingertips through his damp chest hair.
“You distracted me, Talia. I need to feed you. You must feel weaker than ever now.”
He stroked her hair away from her eyes before moving out of her arms again. She grumbled loud
ly and thought she heard him chuckle under his breath but was still so dazed with pleasure she couldn’t be sure.
He brought the covered plates closer, and arranged her pliant body so she was sitting on her behind. She loved being manhandled by him. She clung to his arms and lolled against his chest, curled her legs up and closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed before, even during her journeys to the spirit realms. The orgasms Isaac gave her blessed her with a naturally meditative state of being where body and soul became one. Maybe their intimacy would assist her with her spiritual development, nourish and enhance her gifts. It was an intriguing thought.
“Keep your eyes closed, Talia.”
This game again; she liked this game.
“Open your mouth.”
“Mmm.”
She lay compliantly against his chest, her mouth wide open like a baby bird’s as he fed her sweet juicy melon. He had so many treats for her… strawberries and raspberries and chunks of apple, slices of peach… on and on the wonder went. And then something soft and creamy with a delicious nutty texture… rice with cream. It was a delicious and fortifying breakfast but…
Her eyes sprang open. Isaac pretended to look sternly at her, but there was not a trace of menace in his warm eyes.
“Bad visionary, did I say you could open your eyes?”
“No, Master, but… please… please allow me to feed you now.”
He narrowed his eyes, the warmth fading just a little.
“Not necessary, Talia. I ate while Katrina was attending to you. Your master is replete.”
She was not allowed to feed him, she always had to be the dependent one. It was part of Isaac’s game. She yearned to nurture him as he was nurturing her but knew it was not worth fighting over. She must play his game, hold her tongue until a situation arose that was so unbearable she had to speak out. How she prayed that day would never come.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered meekly, lowering her eyes. His fingertips caressed her chin.
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