Unbound

“Make love to me, boy.” Rosa’s hot whisper warms my ear as her tail slowly coils around my cock, the motion hidden beneath her dress and my underbreeches. “Close your eyes, just like before, and let the waking dream come to you.”

“A memory?” I whisper.

“Or something new.” She trills. “You are not bound by this world when you are in there.”

“Hmmm.” I let out a long breath as I relax. Her tail, coiled entirely around my cock from base to tip, grips tightly but does not move. Her calling Morpheus to mind, the god she credited for the soaring moments of bliss I could achieve inside her ropes, helps my state of mind in letting me melt into a lucid trance. Just like with bondage, and using the same mental techniques Rosa had taught me, I let go of past and future to surrender my consciousness to the moment. Unlike those times however my will remains anchored. For a time I just hover in infinite possibilities until I feel the breeze from dream god’s wings offering me a wind to sail on.

My Lady’s voice, both distant and omnipresent, says. “Talk to me.”

“I’m here, my Lady. But not here.”

I can still feel her body on mine and her breath against my neck. My physical body still responds to my commands, my tether to reality remains strong. But around me the creaking wood transforms into stone and the constant roll of the waves stills.

“Where are you, my love?”

My nose crinkles as a foul odor creeps into my senses. “The harpy’s nest.”

“Ohhh.” Her delicate hand strokes my chest. “Pain and triumph. Heroism and sacrifice. Death and…” She pulls my hand to her tummy. “…life. Why go there, my love?”

“I don’t know.”

As I sink into the past I feel the ache of the wound that nearly cost me my life and the exhaustion set into my limbs from the moments of terror and violence that preceded this one. I watch as a still sighted Rosa, ragged and scared and grateful, straddles my hips to begin to ride her hero.

Rosa’s warm lips touch mine in the real world with an achingly tender kiss. “Too raw. Too many emotions. Tears will be shed. We are not safe enough for this dream, my boy.”

“Yes, my Lady.” Letting go of that phantasm I find myself adrift again.

“Where are you?”

“I’m…” My nostrils flare as the aroma of spicy incense fills my nose. With a laugh I say. “I’m in a tent. But a tent unlike any other. A pavilion! Furs. Tapestries. Gold everywhere. You are there. In a crimson gown. You are still with child but showing now. My Lady, you sit upon a throne!”

“Mmm.” Rosa cuddles into my chest, nuzzling into my neck, as her tail begins to subtly grip and release rhythmically. “I like this fantasy. Explore it.”

“Oooo.” I giggle in a way most unbecoming of a man my size, though it makes both Rosa and Cassie laugh too.

“What’s going on over there?” Cassie asks.

“Shh. He’s drifting.” Rosa says. “Come, my girl. But be silent.”

Abandoning her carving I sense Cassie come to kneel next to me. “What is drifting? May I do it?”

“Shh, my girl.” I hear them kiss. “I just made up that word. My boy is exploring on dreamer’s wings. You have too much Lady in you to drift. Your surrender is not this deep. Now shush, my pet.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Are you still there, my love?”

“I’m here.” I whisper. “And there.” Though Cassie’s interrupting had nearly shaken me from the vision the sensation of the bear fur rug beneath me had been enough for me to stay anchored.

“Why did you giggle?”

“The fur is tickling my flesh.” I say. “I am laid out in the center of the tent on a bear rug. Like I am an offering. I am naked, my flesh freshly oiled. I sense others watching, figures out of the corners of my eyes, but my eyes never leave you, my Lady.” In my mind’s eye I watch as Rosa rises from her throne the very picture of regal femininity. Her demon horns, longer than they are now, act as a crown with her open dress like some royal robe. Cassie, in a lovely blue gown of her own, steps up beside Rosa and pulls the crimson garment from her lady. I hear a murmur around me as Rosa’s body is fully revealed. Her belly is full and round, her breasts heavy with milk and her long cock swings free. The murmurs where not gasps of shock or disgust, but whispers of desire and awe. Her tail swishing behind her, her lovely hips swaying, she strides forward and straddles me. “Ohhhhhh.” I sigh.

“Speak, my love.”

“You are riding me.” I say and a moment later her tail around my cock begins to milk, milk, milk my turgid manhood. Seamlessly the fantasy blends with the real world sensation as the regal Rosa rides me in time with the real Rosa’s stroking tail. Lit from all sides by small braziers my Lady’s lithe, ripe body rises and falls with the rhythm of our passion. Her breast jiggle as she rides me harder, her balls bouncing off my pelvis and her hard cock slapping between my sculpted abs and her bulging belly. “Ohhh, my Lady. You are magnificent. They see. They see the real you. Powerful! They all see us. They see I belong to you.”

“Ohhhh.” Rosa moans, pressing tighter into me and beginning to rock her body in rhythm with her tail. “Let them watch, my boy. Let them…”

“Oy!” A gruff call from the ladder shatters the moment and brings me crashing back into the real world. “Wingslayer!”

Hours of uninterrupted tedium and the moment my Lady wants to give me a tailjob suddenly I’m needed. Cassie is smiling with amusement while Rosa giggles, and continues to stroke me, as I blink my eyes and find my bearings again.

Clearing my throat I call back. “What is it?”

The thump of his steps comes too swiftly for Rosa and I to disentangle from each other, not that she moved to do so anyway. Cassie rises swiftly to intercept but too late as a crewman sticks his head through our privacy curtain.

“Captain wants to talk wit ya.” Thanks to her skirt he can’t actually see what was happening and by her position it was clear we weren’t having sex, but something about how we were sitting gives him pause. In that tense moment, with a tiny smirk on her face, Rosa continues to stroke, stroke, stroke in secret. “Erm…GLURK!” He coughs as without warning Cassie give him a light but devastatingly precise chop across the throat.

“What did I tell you guys about sticking things through this curtain?” Cassie admonishes the rough man twice her size as he rubs his stubbly throat.

With the wounded eyes of a scolded pup the big man nods. “Sorry, Ma’am.”

“You’re just lucky you’re leaving here with everything still attached.” She pats his cheek none too gently. “The Wingslayer and his harem need their time to unwind.”

“Harem!?” He says with awe and envy in his eyes. “Excuse me, Master Quin Sir.”

“Rosa!” I grunt with rising urgency beneath my breath as the demon tail just kept on milking. I was a trained boy, my stamina my Lady could control, and normally it wouldn’t have been an issue but the crewman had caught me at just the worst time inside that fantasy.

Rosa, the very epitome of innocence, sits ignoring my warning with a pure smile and her little hands folded demurely on her lap…while that demonic tail quickened and tightened as it stroked up and down my leaking erection.

“Look at his rage.” Cassie puts an arm around the man’s shoulder as she calls attention to me and my quivering, reddening face. “Few know that he was trained by Northman, a true Scandinavian berserker.”

“He…w-was?”

“Rrrrrmmmm.” I growl, a desperate signal to Rosa that I was ready to burst. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. I squirm and begin to vibrate as I try to hold back release. “RRRR!”

The man’s eyes widen as he takes another backward step.

“I’ve seen him like this before. You’ve upset him! He’s channeling that barbarian fury. You better run along now and let us soothe this savage beast.” Cassie warns, her words most dire even as her blue eyes twinkled with delight. “His control is legendary except in battle…and when he is disturbed with his maidens.”

“Fuck!” I grunt as the pressure in my balls…releases. My whole body shakes and my red face quivers as Rosa’s naughty tail milks the cum from my balls. “RRRNNGHHH!!!”

Cassie looks at the wide-eyed man. “RUN!”

He staggers backward and bolts for the ladder, his fear carrying his girth faster than his legs could propel him. He nearly trips over himself as he hits the ladder and scramble up it.

Stifling a laugh Cassie steps back into our sanctum and draws the curtain closed behind her. Rosa falls into me and buries her face in my neck as she giggles uncontrollably. Mercifully her tail doesn’t stop until she’d squeezed out the very last drop.

“Ohhhh.” I groan and collapse back against the wall. “Rosa!”

With a guilty pout she bats her eyes and coos. “Yes, Master?”

“GAH!” I laugh and throw my arms around her and kiss her precious head. “You’re terrible and you know it.”

As Cassie, Rosa and I work as one to swiftly clean me up so I could go talk to the Captain Collywaddle rolls over and sits up with a big yawn. She looks around…takes a sniff…then looks at the three of us. “Did I mith thomething?”