Sweet lighthouse keeper. My dear, sweet lighthouse keeper. Come to me, young landfair. I wish
to play with you. Don't worry, young one. I am very real. This isn't your mind playing
tricks, nor a dream, as you see. I am a very real, dear lighthouse keeper, and I wish to
play. Don't worry, young one. I am very real. This isn't your mind playing tricks, nor
is it a dream while you sleep. I am very real, dear lighthouse keeper, and I wish to play.
You've done so well today, darling. The lamp is lit, the boards swept clean, and the shutters
are barred from the coming storm. Don't sit there by your lonesome in the damp dark, sipping
the fire from your flask. I know of a warmer place, a place so calm, so relaxing. The world
that you know sitting on your little rock is so bleak, so depressing. The winds howl
and batter at your windows. The rain keeps you damp and cold, no matter how warm your
bellies would drink. The birds of the sea laugh at you with their mocking squeaks. Their
tiny minds don't comprehend much, but they see you, trapped on your tiny rock, an animal
in a cage, and they laugh and laugh. You say the sun is so warm and inviting, but when
the last time you saw her, young landfarer, I'm afraid she favors other lands' other
little rocks much, much more than your own sweet boy. Do you hear the waves, lighthouse
keeper, the way they crash against the rocks, laugh against the shores? The ocean calls
for you, dear boy. You want to know it from where you stand, landfarer, but beneath the
chaos of the surging waves lies true calm, silence in its truest form. We are much the
same, you and I, my sweet, and so lonely sometimes, isn't it? And I've watched you on your little
boat for so long, it can be so lonely. Wake up, do the chores, wipe the lamp, go to bed.
Wake up, do the chores, wipe the lamp, go to bed. Wake up, do the chores, wipe the lamp,
touch your cock, go to bed. I've been watching you, landfarer. Oh, sweet boy, I'm not making
fun of you, I'm trying to tell you. I've been lonely too, but why suffer alone, you and
I? We can be together in the great vastness of the ocean, cradled by its warmth embraced
by its silence. Together, doesn't that sound lovely, my dear, down here with me? Oh, sweet
boy, do not worry of the dark, for I'm here to illuminate your path. Your mind will tell
you not to go, don't listen. Your body will tell you it's not safe, ignore it. Your spirit
will tell you to fight your every move, silence it. I feel the waves lap against your feet,
my dear, landfarer. I feel them pull at you, drawing you to come a little further, a little
deeper. Doesn't it feel nice on your skin? Wiggle your toes in the sand for me. Feel
the warm waters slip between them, feel the soft and tickle of sand at your feet. Now
take one more step for me, one more step into this wonderful water. Isn't that nice? The
water's at your ankles now, likening them in warmth. Feel your feet slowly sink into
the soft sand beneath them. Feel the way the wet sand squishes between your toes. It's
almost like each and every grain of sand wants you to go deeper. Isn't that nice? Can you
feel the difference yet, landfarer? Focus on your feet. They feel so warm now, tingly
even, so much nicer down here. Keep walking for me, keep walking for me. Nice and slow,
deeper, deeper into the warmth you go. Feel it crawling up your calves, lapping at your
knees. I'm so pleased you'll be joining me, there's so much I want to do. But before
long, the warmth of the ocean waters will be all that you feel. I will be all that you
hear, and we will be free to do anything together. Anything together. Oh, I can feel the waters
now flowing around your thighs. The waves, crashing slowly, retreat back into the ocean,
gently pulling you along with every splash. This is the hardest part for some. It's a
sensitive thing, the one between your legs. Be brave now, landfarer. Let the ocean feel
your manhood. And such a splendid cock you have, landfarer. One does not usually possess
such a size. I will admit, it is one of the many reasons I picked you, darling. I was
so sad to see you each night, handling it with such ferocity. Dreaming of a beautiful
woman that would help you. But when you opened your eyes to no one, nothing but your sticky
mess, the sight of it all deeply saddened me. But those nights are now behind us, lighthouse
keeper. You'll have me now, a beautiful woman. One the likes of which you had never seen
before. That much is true, and you will be so delighted. Feel the water now passing your
belly and reaching your chest. Your heart, oh, your heart for the first time beating
underneath the ocean's wave. You're so close now, sweet lighthouse keeper. I can't wait
to see you, to touch you, to feel you. Come to me, come to me one more step. Feel the
water reach your shoulders, and you're simply ahead now, a head floating above the water.
Don't worry, don't worry. It will be as if you're still breathing air. It's my magic.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes for me, landfarer. Close them tight and take one last breath.
Then let yourself drift, let yourself sink. That's it, darling. You're doing so well.
You're doing so well. Focus on the warmth. Focus on the warmth you feel all over your
body now, how it radiates through you, circles you, tickles you. I'm going to count down
from ten, and when I say one, I want you to open your eyes for me. Ten, feeling warmth
caressing your whole body. Nine, your thoughts fade as you go deeper, deeper down. Eight,
like bubbles rising to the surface. Seven, it feels good to let go. You have nothing
to worry about here. Six, no obligations, no worries, no pain. Only pleasure down here.
Five, all those things just bubbles floating away. Four, the sights, the sounds, the smells
all fading. And when you open your eyes, you'll fill your mind with everything I want you
to see. Two, everything I want you to feel, everything I want you to do. One, because
you're mine now, all mine. Open, open your eyes to your lighthouse keeper. Hi. You can
finally see me. Am I everything you dreamed? Of course I am. And don't I have the most
beautiful long hair? Or are my large firm breasts distracting you? Or this? Right, I
figured that would be a bit of a surprise. The fins and the fish tail, it kind of comes
with the territory. How else would I be able to live down here? I know, I know everything
is a little overwhelming. Just look around. It's okay. See, you can breathe just fine.
You can see everything and feel everything. My magic, you're under my spell. It's been
so long since I've done this and I was, I was worried it wouldn't work, but I have you
now and that's all that matters. Now come with me, sweetheart. We're almost at the bottom.
Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The most brightly colored coral, shiny
shells all over the sand, and an endless view of vibrant flora. Hundreds of little fish
and creatures make their home here and everything shines with the magic of the ocean. I bet
you never thought something so beautiful was beneath your feet this entire time. And I
guess the ocean is pretty nice too. It's your new home now, sweet boy. Isn't that just wonderful?
And I'm just so happy because I'm no longer alone. I wasn't lying when I said I was bored,
lighthouse keeper. You can only keep a woman waiting for so long. Eventually she just needs
to, to take things into her own hands. You see, I've been waiting for so long for some
poor man on a rickety little ship to come by. They'd get caught up in my spell and come
to me and become my little plaything. I waited and waited and waited years and years, but
not one ship, not one man came to my own little part of the ocean. And that's when I realized
your horrendous lighthouse was the problem, darling, you and your lighthouse and unfair.
You kept all the ships, all the men away from my grasp. Well, there was only one thing I
could do naturally. I had to take you. It took time. It was hard. I will admit you are
no easy nut to crack, but here you are. And with you gone, the lighthouse will burn low
and then burnout. And then, then I will have so many more playthings, but don't worry,
don't worry. You will still be my favorite. What do you mean you don't wish to stay? Do
you have any idea what, any comprehension of what I, the gift I am giving you and you
say no? Oh, that is simply not an option. You are mine. Unless, unless you play a game
with me, play a game with me, and I'll give you the chance to run off to your sad, creaky
little lighthouse to your land fair. I was perfectly happy letting you keep your mind,
keep your soul, but if you, if you had just stayed with me willingly, all your little
thoughts, all your little worries, I can see them. I can see them all. And the one, the
one that stands out to me the most, the one that's just screaming at me, is your pathetic
little need for someone to touch your cock. I'll do that for you. My hands stroking you,
my mouth sucking you, my pussy milking you. Your cock betrays you, land fair. Look at
it straining from my touch. So, here's the game. We'll play together as long as you want.
I'll do anything you want, and if you can make me come, you're free to go. It should
be easy for you. Oh, oh, there's one more thing I forgot. There's a very special aphrodisiac
in the water around here. Only traits amounts, mind you, but it has effects on a poor, poor
little land fair like you. You might have even noticed its effects already. A tingling
feeling all over your body, quickened heart rate, and rock hard cock. And let's see. Check,
check, and check. Seems like you're under the influence of it already. Are you sure
you should even be managing a lighthouse in this state, sweetheart? I should also mention
that there's a much, much more concentrated dose on my skin than more in my saliva and
the most in my cunt. So, the longer we play, the more you enjoy me, the more aroused you'll
get, and your mind, oh, your mind will start to cloud. Thoughts will be lost to the pleasure
you feel. Your cock will throng. Your balls will ache. You'll want nothing more than
to be with me, to feel me, to enjoy me forever. It's said that anyone can lose their mind
in it, lose their soul to it, but you just need to hold out until I come. How hard could
it be? I've been starved of cock for so long. It wouldn't take much, what do you say? Play
with me, be with me, enjoy me, all of me, for as long as you can handle me and make
me come. Let's begin. I'll start with my hands. Not particularly exciting things, my
hands, but mine feel a whole lot different than when you touch yourself. My hands are
so slippery, aren't they? They're coated in a natural film that helps me swim faster,
but I suppose it also helps with stroking cocks. It's so easy for me to slide them
from your tip to your base, one after another, nice and tight. Or I can twist one hand around
your tip while the other pumps you slowly. Isn't that nice, darling? I wouldn't dare
leave out those big balls, though. They need to be massaged, lightly pulled and squeezed.
How are you holding up so far, Landfarer? I hope you're not going to come just yet.
That would be so disappointing. A gentleman such as yourself would never. I didn't say
you would have sex right away, sweet Landfarer. I like to take my time, and I'm going to
take as long as I want with you. My hands may feel amazing right now, but the aphrodisiac
on my skin is absorbing into yours. If my hands feel this good, how do you think my
mouth is going to feel? Aren't you curious, Landfarer? I can stroke you with my tits and
suck on you with my mouth. You forget that I can see your thoughts. I know what you're
thinking. Just a little bit more fun. Couldn't hurt. Tell me what you want.
Tell me you want to feel my tits on your cock. Very good, Landfarer. You've been staring
at them this whole time. Now how do they feel? They're so big and firm wrapped around you.
I can see the feeling of you sliding between them. It makes my nipples so hard. They're
so sensitive. I pull on them and twist them. It then shivers down my spine. I need your
cock in my mouth. Yeah, I need it. Just the tip. I need to taste you. This is a wonderful
cock, Landfarer. My mouth is so much nicer than my hands, right, darling? Nice and alive
makes everything so much better. I can coat your cock in it. Make it slide down your shaft.
Make my breasts even more slippery. The sensation must be incredible. Feeling my tongue slowly
circle your tip. Feel my soft lips sucking you. Every stroke. Is your mind starting to
get foggy? I did warn you. The drug is quite potent. Stay with me, Landfarer. Just let
your mind focus on my mouth and my tits. You're throbbing cock between them. That's it, good
boy. You feel so good right now between my tits. Let me take you in my mouth a little
bit. You feel so good. Tell me you want me to suck your cock, Landfarer. Tell me you
want me to deep throat your cock. Good boy. I'm just feeling my mouth sucking you in.
I feel my hands on your balls. Put your little ass on. How does that feel? So good?
Your cock feels nice in my throat. Like I was meant to be there. Like I was meant to
suck your cock. Feel me take you fully in my throat from your tip. Feel my face hit
your stomach as I hold you in my throat. My hands cross your balls. Your ass greatly taking
my fingers as I stroke your prostate. It must be so hard to keep your thoughts straight.
So much pleasure. Do you have to keep reminding yourself that you're playing a game? Poor
boy. You have to go back to your lighthouse right Landfarer? What did you have to leave
behind? I can't recall. It was something important. Have you been enjoying my mouth darling? It
is wonderful isn't it? Although there's something better. That's right my pussy. I'm
so glad you remembered. You've been doing so well. Do you think you deserve to feel
it? Do you think you deserve to feel my soft sweet pussy? I know. I know it's so hard to
think right now. Your mind is a blurry mess. Your thoughts reduced to only a few simple
words. Poor thing. All I need is a simple nod. Do you want to feel my pussy? That's
a good boy. I'm so wet for you. I waited for so long for it. Just touch the tip of your
cock. Do it. That's it. I feel my opening. I feel how warm, how wet it is. Those drugs
really are something aren't they Landfarer? Let it go. Don't fight it. Enter me. Take
me Landfarer. Fuck me Landfarer. Oh fuck. Fill my cock with your cock. That's it. Take
me. Take me. Let the feeling of me cascade through you. Feel the pleasure. Feel the pleasure
build up inside you. Feel me. Grab your cock so tight. So tight. Squeezing you. Melking
you. Don't stop. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum. Keep going. Keep going. Faster
Landfarer. Faster. Pound me. Pound me. Make me cum all over your cock. Feel the drugs.
Feel the drugs in my cock. Feel your mind go blank. Feel your soul flow between us as
you slam into me. Why are you here Landfarer? Why are you here? What do you need? What do
you need? Me. Me. I am everything. I am all you need. Just me. Feel the pressure build
in your balls. Feel your cock specimen inside me. There is no need to hold back anymore
dear Landfarer. Come with me. Come with me. I can feel you getting close. Your balls.
Your balls aching furlies. Your cock throbbing to burst inside me. Don't stop. Don't stop.
Oh god I feel so good. You can feel this way forever with me. Forever. Come with me. Come
with me. Come now. Come deep inside my pussy. Fill me with your cum Landfarer. Come. Come
now. Come. My sweet sweet Landfarer. That was truly incredible and you did so wonderfully.
It was the very thing I wanted for so long. I am so sorry it had to be this way. I wanted
you to keep yourself. Your thoughts. Your essence. But when you threatened to leave
you left me no choice. You'll love it here with me I promise. Now I'm sure you're very
tired. Lay your head on my lap sweet boy and let me tell you a story as you drift to sleep.
Close your eyes darling. Listen to my words. There was once a lonely lighthouse keeper.
There was once a lonely lighthouse keeper.
There was once a lonely lighthouse keeper.
There was once a lonely lighthouse keeper.
There was once a lonely lighthouse keeper.
