A little magic. Metaphorically, sure, but also literally.

“What’s that?” you ask. You smile all the same, sure you know what it’s for … just not what it does.

“This ‘ol thang?” Elspeth drawls, holding up the thin, black strap, an ivory or marble skull on one end. “Just a choker. Not even a very tight one. Pretty comfortable, if I’m being honest. But it’ll do something fun. I want it to be a surprise.”

“I like surprises,” you tell her as she crawls on the bed, rising up over you. You lift your head so she can wrap it around your neck, brushing your hair out of the way behind it before she snaps the accessory closed. The white skull faces up at the ceiling from the center of your throat, black band resting with the slightest bit of pressure against your skin. She wasn’t lying; it feels more exotic and exciting than ****.

“Can I trust you to behave yourself without me tying you up again?” she whispers, then kisses down your neck. You whimper slightly when she brushes over your tits, absolutely on fire. The hunger for her blood and her body is brilliant and relentless, but you’ve already decided on being a good plaything for her.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say without hesitation, tilting your head back and closing your eyes as she moves over your stomach.

“That’s a good little slut!” she praises you as she reaches your waist. She pecks down just over your pussy, then stops, watching you to see if you squirm. You have to tense and pull not to, but you manage to restrain yourself enough to get her to grin happily. “I have … two more things for you … I think we’ll start with the warm-up one before the main event.”

With that, she dips down, and you gasp as she starts to eat you out. Idly testing the limits of your arrangement, she lets you brace your legs firmly without a fuss, moving along much faster than last time. Her tongue’s tempo is so different, it almost doesn’t feel like the same thing. The sheer intensity she works your clit with while you feel two of her fingers push into you, easily finding your g-spot, you’re a little amazed you don’t cum then and there. Just as you think it, a thought occurs to you …

Before it develops, you let out a yelp. Her fingers slip away, but you feel them replaced by something firm, round-headed, and covered in something slick and cold. This thing, however, doesn’t take up residence at your pussy, instead teasing your asshole. The few times you’ve done any assplay, it was always with an overenthusiastic boyfriend with no clue what he was doing. It’s hard to think past that, considering calling the safeword, but after too long a delay, the buttplug slides in your now-slick anus. You arch your back with a yelp, fingers gripping the bedsheets. Your toes curl as you feel it begin to vibrate while Elspeth circles your clit steadily, building them to the same pace. You know what she’s trying to do, but it’s working, and your hips push down, silently begging for her not to stop.

As she doesn’t, your eyes roll back, moaning and panting. Your clit is positively throbbing beneath her mouth. The steady, insistent pumping she’s doing with the plug is only helping it along, vibrations getting more intense whenever she thinks you need it. Just as it’s humming in your now-eager, little ass and she’s reaching a feverish pace tongue-fucking you, you gasp, getting ready to cum.

Except you don’t. It just keeps building instead. Your eyes snap open, staring at the ceiling at a loss for words. It’s not like when you’re close and it gets too intense. Every lick, every push, every shake inside you promises an orgasm just a second after, but it keeps eluding your grasp. Your muscles clench, gritting your teeth before screaming, pleading with your body to let you orgasm already.

“God, please let me cum, ma’am!” you beg. “It feels so hot and dirty having you fucking my pussy and ass, I need you to keep going, please! I know you don’t have to, but I’m begging, pleading, please please please make me!” She speeds up for a moment, pulling a deep moan from you, but your climax still remains evasive until she lifts her head, licking you off her lips, and leaves the plug in, the pulsing of it keeping anything from calming down. You still feel like you’re about to cum so hard that you’ll explode any second.

“See, that’s what the choker does,” she teases, running her hands up your chest. “Until I say so, you can’t cum, no matter how close you get. It’ll never feel BAD, per se, but it’ll never break, either.” You wince, letting out a weak, **** groan. “I’ll still let you cum, Jaq. What kind of mistress would I be to my sexy, **** bitch if I didn’t? But you’ve been down for a bit.” She kisses you hard, and you answer it kind, pulling and smashing against her with a vengeance as your body ignores what you suspect to be actual facts in pursuit of release. “Can you show me you deserve this, baby?”

“Yes!” you groan, clit still thrumming furiously. “Fuck, I deserve this, I need it. I want to be so bad and good for you, I want you to think about me when you’re lonely and need something to masturbate to, I need to feel how cumming with you tastes! Please, ma’am, please, let me have it! Let me have a chance to prove how much I need you!”

“Mm. That’s a good girl,” she purrs, pulling back. You watch her retrieve one, final object for your session of depravity. If you had to guess, it’s a strap-on, but it looks strange for one. The harness, the forward-facing dildo mount, the soft, flexible nub where it could rub up against someone’s clit, all that makes sense, but the curved dildo on the opposite side and similar nub throw you off … until you watch her put it on. Toy still quivering mockingly in your ass, you watch her align the straps, then close her eyes with a soft gasp as she guides the curved side into her. By the time she finishes burying the synthetic cock inside her pussy, which you note now that you can pay a little more attention is positively running down her legs, it’s taken more the shape you’d expected out of such a toy. She sits on the edge of the bed, turns to face you, and beckons you closer.

“Fucking ride me,” she commands, the slightest hint of breathing harder entering her voice with something inside her. “Do it like a wild, filthy whore, and I might, MIGHT decide you’ve earned getting to cum like one. Sound fair?”

“More than, ma’am.” Your voice is breathy and subservient, but excited as you get up and crawl towards her, moving slow partially to show off a little for her, but also to not shock yourself too much as the vibrating plug in your ass shifts and twists a little with the motion. Swinging a leg over hers, you straddle Elspeth’s lap, feeling the fake dick push up against your needy, aching cunt, and you grind yourself against it, moaning when, as promised, none of your sensations go down, simply holding, then building with each touch. “Fuck, I need this!” you admit as you move up, then slowly impale yourself on her lap.

When you get all the way down, Elspeth grins wickedly, then presses a button on a small remote she’s been palming. You scream as the dildo reveals itself to be a vibrator, the whole length thrumming to life as its extension for your clit does the same once it finds home. You can’t help it any more. You start to thrust up and down into Elspeth’s lap, tits heaving as you try to show her how amazing you feel right now. She pushes up into you, hands wrapping around your waist to steady you.

“That’s it, Jaq.” She groans between sentences now, hips pumping into you as you furiously ride her cock, hair flinging haphazardly as you close your eyes, putting all your senses towards turning your body into a testament to the torturous ecstasy her talents and the choker are keeping you in. You want her to know what she’s doing to you, every inch dedicated to illustrating that. She loops one finger into the front of the choker and tugs you down, kissing you as you continue to fuck yourself on her harder and faster, groaning into her when she grabs your ass and tugs, your gyrations in her lap becoming tighter and quicker. “Jaq?”

“Yes?” you respond with a pleading undertone, hoping so desperately she’s going to let you climax soon.

“Were you even thinking about biting me just now?” she taunts, voice confident and certain. You shiver as you ride her, vibrations in your pussy and ass almost too intense to bear. The thought of answering this wrong chills and excites you at the same time, but you **** yourself to be honest.

“No, ma’am,” you gasp out, groaning and grunting between words. “Fuck! No, I … I’m just so focused … on proving myself here … and getting to cum! I can’t believe I forgot that!”

“I can.” You moan as your feel one of her hands leave your butt, then reach up and grope one for your tits, pinching its nipple hard after a few seconds. “You’ve been a very good bitch for me, Jaq. Would you like to bite me while you burst all over my cock like a slutty waterfall? Is that something that sounds good to you?”

“Yes!” you hiss, wantonly thrusting back against her pushes inside you. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t let me, but I need you to tell me I can! God, all of this feels so good, I need you to let me! Elspeth, please let me drink you, and I can make both of us cum so fucking bad from all the hard work you’ve been putting into me! Let me show you!”

“Jaq?” You nod, biting your lip as the pulsing through your ass and pussy make your eyes clamp shut, every muscle in your body contracting as your clit aches for release, praying, hoping this debauched angel will give you what you need. “Show me.”

With that, you can hear something like a phantom breath being exhaled by the skull on the choker, and you shatter into a million pieces as pleasure engulfs you. It’s blinding, colors and movements blurring as you feel your fangs slide down while your cunt and asshole do their level best to utterly destroy the accessories pleasuring them. While you start to squirt fairly hard, it’s nothing compared to the blast of your cum that rains down both of your legs when you bite your lover’s neck, every feeling amplifying as you reach behind her and grab her shoulders, pulling her to you as your fuck yourself into her with rapid, short thrusts, keeping her strap-on buried deep inside you as you relish every shock, every gush, every orgasm that rolls into another until everything feels like one, electric wave of sheer joy and torment, and you black out just a little with a keening scream into her neck as you hear her satisfied moans through the haze.

You’re a little surprised, in retrospect, that you held on enough to not hurt her when your senses finally return to you. Collapsing on top of her, both of you gasping and drenched from waist down, you weakly turn your head inward and close the trickling wounds on her throat. Your tongue slides over her neck a little longer than it needs to as the toys stop vibrating inside you, the salty taste of her skin its own kind of pleasure, even if it doesn’t compare to her warm blood now filling you.

“I really needed that,” you pant out.

“I said I believed you!” she giggles, reaching down and unbuckling the toy she’s wearing. She reaches around before taking it off, first pulling the vibrator in your ass out and letting it fall aside.

“I mean, ah!” you gasp at the feel of it sliding out of you. “Mm. I mean, yeah, that, too … but not deciding. Just letting someone else say how everything is going to go. Clear goals. My life’s been so fucking stressful lately, that just felt like a vacation to somewhere else altogether.”

“That’s what that kind of kinky stuff is for, cutie,” she follows, pecking your cheek before you roll off of her so she can take the strap all the way off. “It was obvious you had all this tension, just thought this would be the best way to help you out. How’d I do?”

“Oh, you’re all heart,” you snipe sarcastically, still smiling broadly in the ecstatic afterglow of the viciously intense orgasms that just hammered your body. “Excellent, though. I’d pass out right now, but I need to get home before sunrise.”

“I figured, but you can hold off for a little. You’ve got an hour or two still. Just let it soak in. Not everything has to be about what’s most important in the world every given second. Relax. Whatever you’re caught up in, it’ll feel more manageable if you take a load off for now and come at it tomorrow night.”

“Thank you.” It’s hushed, almost a whisper. Cumming was fantastic, feeding helped considerably, but the perspective was the best gift she could give you. Nothing to do but wait for eight o’clock tomorrow. As you stretch out, luxuriating in your satisfaction before returning to actual concerns, the horror of the Atlee monster and ambiguity of your new, horrific ally fade, mind letting them fall into their own places instead of dominating every thought that enters your head.