Chapter 3
In the first second of forever I awoke in confusion. I Jeric who am immortal, never ending. I precursor of the white light, whose dawning opens more doors than seen even in the eyes and hearts of the charlatan sages and mystics that rob you mortals of a vision so vast. So here I am trapped in a prison with the appearance of paradise for those of us with appetites jaded by an eternity of experience. She could kill me, of that I am certain; the razor whip wielded with love could end all that I’ve created myself to be. This frightens me, not because I fear my end; but because I want that end to be at the hands of my angel of lust, of desire. As I lie here tied spread eagled on my back; chained by more than the mere physical, my demons rise to haunt me, to tease me with things that were once pleasurable. Always your face rises from the bloody mists that encircle my awareness, the same yet different as we traveled along the tide that is time; how often have I taken you? De-flowering you? Stripping away the layers in fits of passion bordering on the insane, each lifetime seeing you learn more about me, watching you remember more with each drop of blood I drain from your sweet throat. As I lie here waiting for my Queen, I fancy that I can feel you lowering
your self onto my rock hard cock, searing me with your warmth. You feel
so good; I can see you silhouetted against the candlelight, your breasts
pert, nipples hard. I wish with all my being that I could reach up and
take them in my hands, but my chains are too much, frustrating me. Your
rhythm is driving me wild, bringing me to the edge of cumming. Is this
dreaming? I can feel you! Your teeth on my nipples, biting, the pain
concentrating in my cock, is this it the final ritual, building on the
wings of the small death, the orgasm. You feel so good grinding against
me, I start to writhe with the build up of release. With a tug she pulls her pet onto the bed with me, remnants of my dream still linger as the pets face is yours, or is it a spell crafted for her entertainment; cruel is this Queen of mine. With a contemptuous wave of her hand she signals you to lie down atop
of me, my cock caught between the tops of your thighs, teasingly held
against your hot wet entrance, heat radiates from you in waves. I log
to push inside of you and start fucking but the chains prevent me. This
torture so sublime it hurts. You writhe and whimper as a whip cuts into
the tender flesh of your back, my cock presses close to your hot vagina. Dark mistress pulls you away from her cunt and orders me to clean your face; softly I lick her juices from your delicate face, savoring the sweet taste. With you above me so soft and beatific I get an overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into your soft throat, straining against my chains I move forwards teeth bared ready, cock twitching and pulsing. Teasing me you move away from my teeth and position your pussy just out of reach of my teeth. Her voice in my ear Leaning down by the side of the bed She grabs something, when she comes
back into my line of sight I can see she’s wearing a large strap
on dildo. With a final smile she moves out of my field of vision and I tense up
waiting. I don’t have to wait long with one vicious shove the dildo
enters me splitting me in two as my cock spasms. I can feel you sucking
on my cock, its too much, Demons claws rake my back and the heady stench
of blood fills the room. Mercilessly she fucks me harder and harder as
you suck my cock. In spite of the strap tightly wrapped around my cock
and balls I start to come, violently I spasm, with a slap your head is
pushed away from my jerking cock and my spunk lands in a sticky puddle
on the sheets and not in your hot wet mouth. I lie unchained, sore and used as you are led away on all fours, gag tight in your mouth, you look so inviting your pussy exposed, inflamed and wet, the red stripes from your whipping enhancing your figure. I long to escape this heavenly hell, my need to find you is growing as the wheel turns. OBSEQUIOUS © 2003 |