Who watches the watcher

Across from you is a shallow alcove which you hadn’t noticed at about shoulder height on the wall. You only notice now because it is filling with something like grey mist.. and then an image appears like last time. It fascinates you to watch the mechanisms and magic work together, despite yourself you gaze at the clear picture in wonder. An image of you in your chair forms. Glancing up you spot the orb static for a change resting against the top of the alcove.

Behind the chair something moves: your Jester friend returning from the door over in the corner behind you. You watch him reach down and adjust something out of sight at the base of your chair. There is a small “clonk”sound beneath you but nothing seems to be be any different. You catch more movement and your focus shifts as you spot the door opening and two figures emerging from the gloom beyond it. You wonder if there might be a way out through that panelled door if you can only reach it…

The two figures are humanoid in shape, each wearing what look like grey tunics, and you can make out more detail as they approach. You lean forward slightly and peer around the wide head rest of the chair to get a better look. As you move you notice the seat shifts as if loose beneath you, but the footrests stay steady. You get your first real glimpse of your visitors as the my approach, walking onto the rug and moving to its centre.

The first is a well muscled human with deep black skin. He is all but bald, with nothing but dark stubble covering his head, and a black eye patch over one eye. His face is fierce but handsome and he strides boldly ahead. Behind him, swaying gracefully but matching his pace, another human but this time very definitely female. Her height almost matches that of her companion and her lithely muscled limbs are a match for your own. Her full curves and her bronze skin are in stark contrast to yours however. A long plait of dark brown hair falls down her back. You are taking in her attractive face when her eyes, a deep golden, almost amber colour, meet yours and hold your gaze unabashedly for long moments before she picks her way through the cushions scattered before you. You swallow nervously, unsure whether to be curious or afraid. The pair’s physique, scars, and stride seem to mark them as soldiers, yet they hold no weapons. One has just a small stoppered jug of something, and they don’t seem to be threatening you, or even paying much attention now.

As you watch intently, you shift in your seat and there is a tiny metallic clack. The foot rests which your ankles are bound to have slid apart the tiniest way, you try to squeeze them together but they resist any inward movement. But.. yes.. another clack confirms that they slip outwards fairly easily. The gap between your feet is only slight, but unless you concentrate you are going to be in a very exposed position before too long. Try as you might you can’t see any way to stabilise your legs. You press your knees together and set your jaw, determined not to play their human games. A small sound attracts your attention and you glance up again at the human pair quickly, only to have your mouth almost drop open of its own accord however.

The tunics each had worn lie abandoned on the floor and both of them are now on their knees on the cushions no more than a few feet away from you. They are locked in an embrace, a passionate kiss which ends as you watch and the female drops to her elbows to devote her attention to the swelling manhood which is presenting itself. He gives a deep moan as he slides into her mouth and her fingers go to work at his hefty sack. You drag your eyes away upwards finally, breaking the surprised trance which held you, completely thrown by what is going on right in front of you. You can’t stop your ears though, and the sensual moans coming from“eye-patch” are echoed by the delighted sounds of “amber-eyes”, who is clearly enjoying her meal. Your cheeks flush slightly and you try to remember you are within an enemy fortress, and that this is nothing more than a tactic to gain information. And yet your body already tingles with arousal thanks to your earlier massage and the oil which has seeped into your skin. Your arms may be covering your breasts but something that coils deep inside you longs to caress and tease them instead. The rising tide of sexuality seems to drown your fears bit by bit, strangely intoxicating and exciting.

Movement draws your attention from the ceiling to the magical image, and you see the orb on the move once more. You notice that the image had been focussed from the human pair to directly on your face. That brings more heat to your cheeks, someone is paying very close attention to your reactions. But now with the orb in flight it moves again, circling the couple up close. You can’t help but take in tantalising glimpses of both naked and clearly aroused bodies. There is another clack from between your feet and you curse yourself as your concentration and legs have slipped. The intensity and length of the sounds in front of you build and you realise that a skilled mouth and tongue are doing a very quick job. As Eye Patch writhes blissfully in bliss you risk a glance at the pair.

Amber eyes is licking her lips and turning to face you deliberately. She is already close and now, still on all fours, leans forward to a point where she could easily touch your bound legs. Her eyes pierce yours, making you catch your breath, and then deliberately dip to your partly covered breasts and then down to where your hand is hovering between your thighs. She smiles and simply looks back up to you as Eye Patch begins to approach her from behind. You can sense her desire and feel your own burning in return. A metallic click parts your legs just a little further.. Suddenly you aren’t sure what you want to happen next. You struggle with your own wants and desires…