Romantically.

You suddenly find yourself in a cozy cabin, lying beside your master in a sinfully comfortable bed as the fire crackles merrily in the hearth. It's not a place you'd ever been... not physically anyway. The memory of a distant daydream surfaces: you'd just arrived here on honeymoon with your lover, newly married and ready to "consecrate" your bond with one another. You shiver as your master caresses your thigh and blush as a hot pressure stirs against your naked rump, "A suiting memory lover, it's a pity we can't 'consecrate' our bond just yet."

You tense slightly, (Could he hear your thoughts? What else did he know?) before nestling into your masters warm embrace. It didn't matter if he could hear your thoughts, you belonged to him all but officially. Speaking of which, "What? Why not?! You've done nothing but try to fuck me since we first met! You can't pull out no-eep!"

He flips you over onto your back, straddling you and holding your arms above your head in an iron grip. His eyes are a searing orange, flickering like the coals of a furnace, "You do not make the decisions in our relationship Mother. I'm your Master, understand? You do not question the truth of my commands, only how to execute them."

You nod weakly, barely repressing a whine, "Yes Master... could you give me another command? I only want to please you...." You wiggle beneath him, pressing your hips up against his, cursing inwardly at the blanket that had somehow found its way between you.

He smiles reluctantly down at you, leaning down to nuzzle against your neck, "I know you do. I want to fuck you, more than anything really, but this isn't the time or the place. Do you recall how you arrived here?"

You frown, your activities in the waking world seemed a vague memory compared to your place here with your son and master, "I... the abbey was attacked..."

"Focus Mother. I need you to protect both of us when you awaken, you wouldn't want anything to happen to me would you?" You balk slightly at the idea of harm coming to your daemonic offspring, hands reflexively moving to your stomach despite the object of your protection still trailing kisses along your collarbone.

"I-I'd never let anything happen to you Master!" You feel his grin against your neck and he nips at your sensitized skin appreciatively, drawing a groan from you as you try to remember what you'd been doing before you'd met your Master in this beautiful dream, "I... I was taking... something to the High Abbey at Gerlangen -Ah!"

The imp finds your ear and suckles on the lobe, his inhumanly dextrous tongue breaking your already thin concentration. After a moment he trails a line of kisses along your jaw before finding your lips and drawing you into the most passionate embrace of your life. His urgency steals your breath away and your arms slip around his muscular back; you were putty in his hands, unable to do more than gasp when he would allow it. Your tongues duel briefly between your lips but he easily subdues you and proceeds to explore the rest of your mouth as no man ever could. He tastes divine.

You wordlessly protest when he finally withdraws, barely coherent enough to notice he is also short of breath. His eyes are bright and wild, like a bonfire about to break its bonds. His hands are balled up in the blankets on either side of you, the cloth torn in his dominating grip. You almost swoon from the burning desire written in his features as he looks down at you but he keeps his distance, "Continue Mother."

It takes you a long while to get your thoughts back together and you shakily start again, "T-The abbey... um... I was traveling with a horse... there was... a witch?" You frown, "I think her name was Indra? She said she knew a ritual to..." You gasp, this time in horror, as you remember what the witch planned to do to your offspring, "Oh no..." Your hands cover your mouth, eyes widening at the realization that Indra is probably standing over you right now with a dagger in her hand. How could you ever have agreed to this? You'd almost... Your own son!

A warm hand gently pulls your hands from your mouth and hot kisses remove the tears falling from your eyes, "Don't worry Mother, I knew what was happening the moment the ritual began. That is why we cannot officially complete our bond. If we do, Indra will know you have submitted yourself to me. She will kill you and with you, me." You sob, struggling with the unfairness of it all. At least your Master had saved you both where you had failed... but dammit you wanted his cock!

Your Master strokes your hair gently, soothing you till you've calmed somewhat, "We will have the chance to do everything you can possibly imagine later, when the witch isn't watching. For now-" he slides off you and stands beside the bed, a familiar but vastly improved cock standing proudly above you, "-we'll have to settle for something a little less... productive." He smirks knowingly as you are torn between confusion and arousal, "It would only be obvious to the witch if I took your pussy again. We should be able to fit in some... alternative fun before you have to go."

You giggle in spite of yourself, gleefully throwing off the covers and rising to your knees before your Master, "How would you like me to serve you my Master?"