Chapter 4: Questions (MF bd toys magic)

© 2011 Rhys Lysander

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[1]
By the looks of the sand in the glass, she had only a few minutes to make up her mind. 'Be ready for me, appropriately,' he had said. Given the number of times he had taken her while she was bound, it was easy enough for her to come up with an idea for that. Casting about the room she found some drapery ties that seemed up to the task she had in mind. As she worked, she considered what she was going to say to him when he returned. After rehearsing a few words she decided it would be easiest, and best, if she just blurted it all out.

Working quickly with the remaining time, Arpi passed a sash under the rings on her thighs and tied them to the posts at the foot of the bed. She adjusted the length and tightness until her legs were held firmly apart and she was only comfortable bent at the waist and leaning over the bed. Her thighs were pressed firmly, and comfortably, to the soft mattress. She reached down and was unsurprised to find she was dripping wet at the thought of being pounded into said mattress. Pounded pleasurably, provided, of course, that she did not fuck up when it came time to confess. Her fingers were still languidly playing with her pussy when she heard him reenter the room.

She heard him walk over to her, but she did not trust herself to look at him. Truth be told, she wanted to, but she kept herself from doing it. He walked up behind her, pressing his cock between her cheeks. He grabbed her arms at the rings and forced them forward. When he let go of them and seized on her hanging tits, she moaned. Kneading her tits, he still did not say anything.

Arpi took a deep breath, exhaled, and just started talking.

“Many years ago a young woman wandered out of the Suur forest. She was wearing a simple yet elegant dress and carrying a curious piece of wood. This curiosity was eight inches long, just under two inches thick, and clearly shaped like a penis. In fact, the carving was exquisitely detailed.” Arpi wiggled her butt against the fleshy pole nestled there, but the wizard did not respond.

“This young woman could not remember her name, nor how she came to be there, but when questioned about the wooden phallus, she would say, 'Ahhhh, Dathan.' The name meant nothing to the people of the small town, but the young woman was comely, and they took care of her. A short time later many of the young men of the town sought to woo her. As a matter of fact, she gained quite the reputation as an ardent lover with an insatiable appetite. Fortunately, after a year or so she settled down, and one man finally tamed the fire in her loins by putting a baby in her belly. After that, she was finally able to be satisfied, even if she craved it repeatedly.”

She felt the wizard's prick flag just a bit, so she reached between her legs and grasped him. When he seized her hand she said, “Please?” He let go of her hand and she began to stroke him. The attention took mere seconds to restore him to full readiness. As he once again squeezed her tits firmly, she flexed on the balls of her feet and placed him at her entrance. She could not move enough to take him in, but feeling her wetness and heat, he did the only thing he could do and slid into her.

“Mmmm. Thank you.” She waited for him to reply, but when he only moved his hips a bit she put her hands back out in front of her and continued. “Her child, Alicia, was born many months later without problems. And as Alicia grew, she and I became close friends, being about the same age. Over the years her mother, Julienne, seemed to regain her memories of the time before she walked out of the forest. She spoke of a great wizard in the far north. She remembered bits and pieces of her time with him, including an awe inspiring view from a great height, and his loving, if at times rough, treatment. Her husband was never jealous, for he reaped the rewards of her memories, as they always left her wanting.”

Arpi purred as the wizard began to fuck her with long slow strokes. “Mmmm. I left home four years ago to find you. The road was almost as long and hard as the stories Julienne told. And now that I have found you, the reality is better than the dream.” His grip on her tits increased in strength as did the force of his thrusts. “And now, Lord Dathan, if I have answered your questions and am forgiven for my deceit, will you fuck me again like you fucked her all those years ago?”

The wizard grunted, then let go of her left breast and seized a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back slowly and firmly as he drove into her and held himself still. “I remember her now. I am glad to know she faired well. Now, tell me, my little elven playmate, what are you called?”

Arpi giggled and wiggled her butt. Rewarded with a quick thrust into her bound hips, she said with a rush, “Slut sounds quite nice when you are fucking me.” Dathan roared his approval and resumed fucking her with fast, deep strokes, “But my name is Arpi.”

Dathan pulled back on her hair more firmly, forcing her to arch her back into him. “Arpi. A good slut name. Now, tell me what you want, and come for me.”

“Mmmm. You need to fuck me and fill me, my Lord. I have dreamed of finding you since I was little more than a budding girl.”

Dathan drove into her with powerful strokes, his balls slapping against her clit with increasing force and driving her higher. The feeling of having her legs spread by the bindings made the elf girl even hotter. She clenched him with her pussy and he laughed. “And tell me, Arpi, how many men have you had before finding me?”

Arpi's breathing was picking up. It was getting harder for her to talk as Dathan fucked her deeply. “I'm a healthy girl with healthy appetities, my Lord. I've had my share of lovers.”

Dathan let go of her breast and squeezed her clit, instantly spiking her pleasure and giving her a quick orgasm. A squeal of delight passed her lips. “I am not surprised, given your taste for cock.”

Arpi panted through her orgasm and fought to speak. “Mmmm, but my appetite is much stronger with you.” Dathan continued his manipulation of her, bringing her to another peak. She clenched her eyes shut as the wave passed over her, then she once again pushed herself to talk. “I've always hoped to find you.”

Dathan laughed, then let go of her clit and her hair. As her head fell forward on the bed he grasped both of her wrists and pulled them back, using the leverage to drive himself deeper within her pussy. Arpi could only groan at the penetration. “Nnnngggh,” she uttered as her pussy gripped him in an intimate handshake. A second later she found her voice and said breathily, “Make me yours, my Lord.”

Dathan sped up his strokes, and as he felt his climax overtake him, he felt her clench him as hers came over her as well. “Yes!” he yelled as he began to spurt into her depths, rope after rope of cum shooting into her willing pussy.

As she felt the spreading warmth within her she gripped his wrists with her hands and pulled him tighter, seating him deeply as he spurted. Her orgasm was brilliant, dazzlingly even, and it held her breath within her ample lungs for long moments before it released her. Easing down from her peak she bounced on her toes and shivered. Her pussy fluttered around his cock and he twitched again.

“Arpi,” Dathan said quietly, “When you are ready there is something I need to show you.”

Arpi noted his words but was still awash in the afterglow of their lovemaking and did not really listen. “Of course, my Lord. I am yours.”

Dathan slowly withdrew from the willing elf and untied her bonds. He lifted her limp form up and lay her on the bed. He kissed her on the lips. “Yes, you are. And when you have slept we shall learn the truth of the rest.”

As he broke the kiss she felt him grasp her head with both hands. Some unknown words passed his lips. She somehow sensed his presence in her mind, and she opened to him as easily as she had given him her body. A sense of ease and relief flushed through her and she smiled at him. He released her and the sense of one-ness left her mind. Arpi watched as he walked from the room, the door staying open behind him for the first time. 'Very nice ass,' she thought. Then she fell into a deep sleep.

[2]
Arpi awoke slowly, and for the second time since her arrival when she opened her eyes she was not alone. Again awaking in a luxurious bed, the wizard, Dathan, sat reading a book in a large chair only a few feet from her.

“I would say good morning, only I have no idea what time it is,” said Arpi. She sat up, her bare breasts lifting up as she stretched her arms over her head.

Dathan, who was not wearing a robe but a set of highly polished black plate, closed the book and set it on a table by the chair. “Good afternoon would be appropriate,” he said. He stood up from the chair, and in the gleaming gold lined armor he looked breathtaking. Arpi instantly felt herself flush and go wet. Her intake of breath gave her away. Dathan chuckled, “You are, without a doubt, the horniest young nymph I have ever encountered.”

Arpi stroked one hand between her thighs, still naked to his gaze. “Mmmm,” she purred, “I am hungry for you, my Lord. Would you care to feed me?”

Dathan laughed again. “Always. But first there is something we must do together.”

“That is precisely what I had in mind. Just get a little closer--”

“There will always be time for that. Just now, I would like to know more about you.”

“What more is there to tell? Once upon a time, if I may use that cliched phrase, my friend's mother was your, well, lover of sorts. When I was older she told me stories of you and I just had to find out for myself if you were as good as her memories. Now that I have confirmed that, I would appreciate it if you would just walk over here and produce your cock.” Arpi was on her knees, nude and ready. To her surprise, Dathan did not move. Instead he crossed his arms and regarded her without emotion.

“We have covered all that. But there are things about me you do not know, and there are things about you which I must learn.”

Holding her tits up with one arm, she fingered herself with her other hand. “Now?”

Dathan stood motionless. “Get off the bed and put on a robe. Where I am taking you is a bit colder than here. And though I do adore the view, you will not be comfortable in your skin.”

“Might your promise to ravish me later?”

“A promise is not necessary to ensure that will happen.”

“Ooo!” exclaimed the elf, and she literally bounced off the bed and snatched the robe off the stand nearby. In a fluid motion she whipped the robe around her, tied the sash, spun on one foot, and stood facing Lord Dathan.

“Now then, to the first. Why do you call me Lord?”

Arpi was momentarily taken aback. “Is that not a sign of respect for one's, ah, master?”

“Truly? That is your explanation?” When the elf did not continue, he spoke a few words in his unusual language. “Are you sure?”

Arpi was a bit puzzled, but not put off. “Yesss, that is my 'explanation.' Nothing more really. Well, maybe a little admiration or adoration,” she giggled.

“And what is it you think I am?”

“A great wizard of course!” she barked. “Certainly your control of magic makes that a silly question.”

Dathan idly stroked his chin with his fingers. “You truly have no idea if there is more to the story?”

Arpi shook her head. “What more?”

The wizard just watched her, no expression crossing his face. He held out his hand, and she walked to him and took it. “Take a deep breath,” he said, “and close your eyes.” She did as he asked, and once her eyes were shut she heard him utter a few more words, and then there was a distinct popping sound, a rush of air, and the sensation of cold air on her cheeks. She thrust her hands into the pockets of the robe but kept her eyes shut. It was brighter, and the wind noise told her she was outside.

She felt him place his hands on either side of her face. “Very good. You must do this next part on your own.” He kissed her on the lips, then with an uttering of words and another disturbance of air, his hands left her face and she felt she was alone. Slowly she opened her eyes. The sight before her tore the breath from her lips and rooted her to the spot.

[3]
Not ten feet from her was a creature straight out of legends and fairy tales. Though she had never seen such a beast there was no doubt, none at all, that it was a dragon. It was lying on its belly, its rear legs haunched, its forelegs stretched out before it, its massive head held aloft on a powerful neck that was easily twice as thick as a man's body. Its two eyes, each half a foot wide, stared at her unblinkingly. Huge wings were folded back along its sides, unmoving even as she could feel and see the creature breathe. Its entire body was covered in thick, overlapping metallic blue scales.

'And who are you that puts a claim on my Dathan?' said a voice in her head. Arpi's hands flew to her ears to shut out the din. She did not know how to reply, did not in fact know what to reply to the question and accusation from the massive beast. 'I will ask you one more time. Who are you that puts a claim on my Dathan?'

Arpi took a deep breath and calmed herself. She looked into the creature's eyes. “I am Arpi. And I have no claim on Dathan.  Rather, he has a claim on me.”

The dragon blinked and pulled back, just a little. 'So you can speak,' it said in her mind, notably quieter than before. 'And why is it you think Dathan has a claim on you?'

“A dear friend told me of him, of what she experienced. I have searched for years to find this place, and him.” she blurted in a rush. After a pause she finished, “And I am his as I shall never be to another.”

The dragon snorted. Arpi still could not tell if she was facing a male or female dragon. She also realized that she did not know which she should consider more dangerous in her current situation. While she pondered this over the course of two or three seconds, the dragon spoke again. 'I find your lack of fear intriguing.' Its massive head moved closer to her, its breath smelling of brimstone and oddly enough, flowers.

Arpi inhaled deeply and found the smell oddly calming. “I am not your enemy, and obviously you could kill me in an instant if you desired. There is not much point in fearing that end.”

A deep sound not unlike a chuckle reverberated through her. 'Reason and fear are strange bedfellows. If you do not fear me, I wonder what this tiny elf does fear?'

Arpi looked away from the dragon and down to her own feet. “I fear my life amounting to nothing. I fear that I will simply be forgotten.” When she looked the dragon was now inches from her. Its massive form was overwhelming, yet she did not move away.

'All who live may be forgotten, elf. That which is built endures. Sometimes, that which is told may go on.' The dragon's huge eyes stared at her. 'Place your hands on my head for there is something I would show you.”

Surprising herself with her degree of control (she did wonder why she had not pissed herself at first sight of the dragon), she did as it asked. In the next moment she felt her mind contact the dragon. She knew at once it was ancient beyond her reasoning, and also that Dathan was likewise an ancient being. She felt the overwhelming female nature of the creature, but also sensed that its feelings for Dathan were more that of a sibling or counterpart than a lover, mother, or daughter. A tremendous sense of eerie calm washed over her, even as the immensity of the revelations threatened to overwhelm her.

'Be at peace,' the voice of the creature she now knew as Shrikeen said to her. 'I have waited a long time to meet you, elf.'

Arpi, finally overwhelmed by the emotion and strength of the moment, simply passed out and collapsed at the feet of the dragon.

[4]
The next time Arpi awoke it was to the now familiar sensation of being nude and restrained. Once again her wizard, Dathan, was sitting nearby, watching her. She stretched her limbs, found she was rather loosely held to the bed and probably in such a way that she could extricate herself if she tried. She did not try. She looked down the length of her body, between the mounds of her breasts and her outstretched thighs, and said, “I'm sure the purpose of my being tied over here is not served by you sitting over there.”

Dathan chuckled, but said nothing. Instead, his reply was to hold up the same golden dildo that had tormented her a day or so ago. Had it been that long she wondered? He casually tossed the shiny phallus onto the bed between her legs and watched as it smoothly glided over the bedsheet and easily into her. Arpi was no longer surprised to find she was wet, but she was surprised at how good the thing instantly felt as it filled her passage. “Ahhhh,” she moaned, her hips rising off the bed in an unconscious desire to get it deeper inside her. Through lidded eyes she watched as Dathan stood and walked over to her. As the dildo pleasured her he began to knead her tits and play with her nipples.

“You see? Your being tied suits my purposes perfectly.”

“Unnnggh,” the busty elf moaned. She rolled her hips, trying to get Dathan interested in a different kind of purpose.

“You intrigue me in a way I've not experienced in a very long time.”

“How, mmmmm, loonnng?” the elf said with a smile.

“Indeed. How long is a very good question for I was old when I came to this place. Older still when your distant ancestors were brought here.”

“Brought, aaahhh, here?”

“Yes. Perhaps I should help you a bit.” Dathan went to the foot of the bed, pinched her lips and clit between his fingers, then bent and sucked her into his mouth. Arpi pulled at the bonds holding her as her hips tried to leap off the bed. Tightening her grip as he licked her, she screamed and came. The bright flash of her orgasm lasted a long while, and she was still panting with exertion when he finally let go and again stood next to her.  “I am not surprised your people do not remember us. It has indeed been a very, very long time.”

“My people? The elves?”

“Yes, and all the others as well. The dwarves, the humans, and the others. The story I refer to is not one that needs recounting now. I mention it only because of your part in it.”

Arpi shook her head, not understanding. The dildo was not helping her to concentrate. “And what is, mmmm,” she purred as it pleasured her, “My part?”

“A good question. But first, there is something else to do.” She watched as he withdrew the tormenting dildo and untied her limbs. He dropped his robe and she saw he was hard and ready for her. “So elf, Arpi, how shall I take you this time?”

Arpi fingered her pussy with one hand, a hip with the other, then she moved to the edge of the bed. “Can you hold me?”

Dathan grunted as if affronted by her question, then lifted her under her arms and right off the bed. He held her chest snugly against his. “Now, wrap your legs around me and guide me into you.” Arpi locked her heels behind his back and reached down to place him at her entrance. As she felt him touch her, he suddenly let go of her for an instant, impaling her on his cock at once.

“Ooof,” she squeaked as her weight came to rest on her pussy. He kept himself motionless for bit, then lifted her and dropped her again. It was like she could feel every bump, every ridge and vein on his cock as she tried to clasp him with her pussy. “You feel wonderful,” she moaned, “and sooo deep.”

As she held herself in place with her arms and legs, Dathan fucked her by holding her by the buttocks and repeatedly lifting and dropping her. It was unlike any other fucking she had ever had. There was no slow in and out, just a slow withdrawal and an instant slamming back down. The angle meant ground her pubic bone against him viciously, tugging on her clit insistently with every stroke. She clenched him as she started to come again, that same bright light exploding behind her eyes. “Dathan!” she yelled as her pussy squeezed him and spasmed along his length.

Letting go of her weight once more, he pulled her arms away and she fell back on the bed, his cock still inside her. Dathan shifted his hands to her tits and held on tightly to them as he started to fuck her long and hard. She watched him watching her and struggled to keep her eyes on him even as he drove her toward another peak. “Dathan,” she panted, “Please come for me.” Continuing to pound her eager pussy with long strokes, she watched as his expression changed and his head went back. She felt him tense, felt his cock harden just a bit, and then as she felt his hips buck and her pussy get wetter, she came yet again.

Blinded as she was by the force of her climax, she forced herself to focus on him and she strained to tighten her grip on him. As she increased the friction she felt him more clearly, and her pleasure only mounted. Her Dathan was filling her, flooding her pussy with his cum. As her passage got more slippery it just seemed more wonderful to her. As his breathing slowed and both of them regained a little of their senses, he leaned down and kissed her. “With that out of the way, we need to go see Shrikeen again.”

“Okay,” Arpi said.

“Okay? Okay? You meet a dragon and all you can say before your second encounter is 'Okay?'”

“Okay....let's go?”

Dathan shook his head. “She said this would be interesting. Now get a robe and I will take us there.”


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