Choose Your Chains (Closed for haremfaery)

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

He'd have to revisit the base of her tail, but all conscious thought became nigh impossible once she started moving her hips in circles and squeezing his cock in such a way that made his breath hitch each time she did it.

Briefly, she performed for him. It looked practiced, and like she caught herself. He hadn't minded the show, but her kiss was worth its end.

Gods, I could kiss her forever. Don't get attached. Use her body, sure. She knows what she's doing. Don't get attached.

Cillian was still not sure if the chemistry between them was natural or magical influence tieflings had. At this particular moment, he was far less concerned with that, though. Right now, he believed they were both looking for release. Something he was glad to give her. The tightening of her muscles was still as intensely pleasurable, but he was prepared for it now. Enough that he could go back to feather-light touches at the base of her tail as they kissed. Even though he was ready for her latest trick, that didn't stop his breath from catching each time she did it.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire grinned. She'd keep performing for Cillian after all. The look at his face, the way his breath hitched. It was worth it. She wanted to impress him. She wanted to be the best fuck of his life.

She made figure-eights with her hips, then big hip circles, then tight pelvic circles. She leaned back and undulated her body. She touched herself again, but this time, it was more than an act. She was pleasing herself as well. And if he kept that up with her tail ...

She lifted and lowered herself on his cock faster and faster. She leaned forward to improve the angle. And to kiss Cillian once more.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Oh, shit. Desire. I'm close."

He was doing his best to give as good as he got, but she was making it increasingly difficult. He grabbed her by the hips. Tried to slow her down. He didn't really want to. It was a half-hearted attempt. He was trapped in that middle ground between wanting to explode and not wanting the sensation to end.

One more hip wiggle and he was done for. He tried to say something, wanted to warn her, let her know. But language failed him. He released in her again. He came so heard his vision went white, and his ears rang, and all sense went out of the world.

 

[haremfaery]

She buried her face in his neck and came. Hard. Gooseflesh covered her body. She bucked and writhed. She finally relaxed onto him with the occasional shudder.

"I rode all night on the best of roads." She recited against his neck. "With neither bridle nor stirrups, on a saddle of nacre ..."* Seven Hells. He had her spouting poetry.


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*With apologies to Frederico Garcia Lorca.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

He lay there for a minute, with her on top of him. Then he let out a long sigh.

"What are we doing here?"

The words were out of his mouth before he even really knew what he was asking. He wanted to chase them away. There was way too much wiggle room in that language. Too much ambiguity. But words can't be unsaid, so he let them hang in the air.

 

[haremfaery]

That was a damned good question. Did she really want to go dissecting what he meant by it? She kept it light and went with the obvious. "We're relieving tension and passing the time until we can leave. Why? What do you think we're doing?"

Lady Doom, please not now. Things are going so well. I'll never get out of the city without him.

A million things ran through her mind. All of them bad.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian was good at reading people, but he'd seen her in action, so he knew Desire was equally good, if not more so, at lying. It made it very confusing to figure out what they were actually doing here.

"Is there any other..." the words died on his lips as traced a finger along her neck. The collar had left marks on her flawless skin. The thought he had was a good enough way to change the subject, aborting the line of questioning that could go very poorly very fast.

He gently pushed her to the side and got up, not bothering with modesty. He started rummaging around one of the tiny cabinets on the wall. Then he pulled out a supple, soft, black leather collar. It was to be a gift for an asset, a noblewoman who got very talkative after an orgasm or four and had proclivities that match nicely with some of his. Her husband returned from war sooner than anticipated, and Cillian was never able to give it to her.

He turned back to Desire and said, "I know you're not going to like it, but to leave, I'm going to have to put the chains back on you. Including the collar that robs you of your magic." He handed her the collar. "I'm hoping this might stop it from scratching up that pretty little neck of yours."

 

[haremfaery]

"Other what?" She asked but she got distracted watching his arse as he left the bed.

She propped her head on her hand. "Should I ask why you happen to have such a fine leather collar in your possession?" She didn't want to think about putting the iron collar back on. Even though she hadn't used magic since Cillian removed it, she felt better without it. It was hard to identify why; she felt diminished with the collar on.

She rubbed one of the spots on her neck that had been chafed. "I suppose you're right." She flicked her tail and then let it rest along her leg.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian knelt beside her, holding the leather collar in one hand and gently resting his hand on her thigh and tail with the other.

"It was a gift I didn't get the chance to give. But it could be useful now. If I could rig it so the runes on the anti-magic collar would glow when they weren't active, I would. But no one's going to believe I have a tiefling slave who isn't bound somehow."

Then he ran a hand along her wrist.

"We can keep the manacles on your wrists loose. I've got some bracers in here that might fit to stop the metal from rubbing your skin off. You're just going to have to trust me enough to wear these, and let me keep you on a chain."

 

[haremfaery]

A gift? that was an interesting bit of information.

She couldn’t fault his reasoning. She’d have to wear the iron collar regardless. She might as well make it as comfortable as possible. “Fine. I’ll wear your collar. The bracers would be nice as well.” She sat up and lifted her hair so he could fit the leather collar on her. “How long should we stay here?” If she was honest with herself she wouldn’t mind staying for awhile. Eating sleeping and fucking sounded like a dream. But they’d need food and the longer they stayed the more likely they’d be discovered. They had to get moving.

And she had to trust Cillian whether she wanted to or not.

Sent from my iPhone. Please excuse fumble fingers.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian's cock twitched as she put the leather collar around her neck. Had he not just had an explosive orgasm less than five minutes before, he'd be completely hard. However, it wouldn't take much to rouse his manhood back to life.

How long would it take you to blow me after I've already come twice.

"We should probably start getting dressed and ready to go." He smiled. "If not for the threat of dismemberment and death, I wouldn't mind staying longer."

Keep her happy. Keep her feeling safe. Keep her thinking she's totally got you under her spell.

Cillian was at most 60% under her spell but slipping further and further in the more time he spent with her.

 

[haremfaery]

She stretched languidly and stood up. All good things must come to an end.

"Should I put this dress back on? I found some leathers and a finer dress in the store room." She held up her ripped and dirty dress.

"We also have to get our story straight. You're some lordling with a tiefling slave. Your sex slave?" She gave him a wicked grin. "And we're going ... to ... where? And ... I suppose I have to be subservient and keep my mouth shut--seen and not heard and all that." She fingered the leather collar. "And ... what shall I call you? My lord? Sir? ... Master?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Finer dress. You are my servant…who I ravish every time I see fit," Cillian grinned as he stood up next to Desire. "You can leave the rags here if you wish. We are heading to Freeholds, where I will assemble a raiding party to capture more of your kind to satisfy my lust."

He wrapped his arms around her, whispered in her ear, "That will be a hard lie to sell. You are so very capable of that job all on your own."

"And ... what shall I call you? My lord? Sir? ... Master?”

And that was it. He was fully hard again with his cock pressing into her.

Fuck. I make an easy mark.

He pulled away.

"My lord will do." Cillian was a good enough liar to know he didn't sound convincing. He tried to recover. "That's our story until we leave the Empire's lands. After that, I should be able to pass freely through Norstina. Well, at least as long as you're in chains."

It didn't help sell his lie that he was hard, his cock bobbing obscenely in time with his pulse.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire suppressed a grin. Now she knew for certain what went straight to his cock. She kept the information in the back of mind. She was sure it would be useful to keep him on her side. It would be a struggle, but she could play a convincing slave if she had to. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before. Once they got to Freeholds, it would be another story. In the meantime, if being his slave kept his head soft and his cock hard when it came to her, so much the better.

She stepped close and pressed her body against his trapping his erect cock between them. "Do you need me to take care of that for you? I need you to think straight when we leave here." She let her tongue flick between her lips like a snake.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Stop being such an easy mark.

"As much as I'd enjoy that, we're nearing time for the changing of the guard. It would be best if we left soon. And you are good, but I don't know if you're good enough to take care of it in the time we have left."

Reluctantly Cillian reached for a fresh set of clothes. He still had an almost pristine outfit of finery that he'd used when visiting the noblewoman.

 

[haremfaery]

"We'll have to test that theory some other time, then." She gave him a smile and flicked out her forked tongue again.

Desire went to the pack and bent over. She carefully took out the dress she had taken from the dungeon store room and shook it out. It was neither too fine, nor too poor. It would suit for a well-kept and possibly pampered slave. She took her old dress and used it to scrub her body and between her legs. She glanced occasionally at Cillian to see if he was watching. She couldn't help smirking. This was probably the most fun she'd had since arriving in the city. Cillian would be difficult to give up when the time came.

She cut a hole in the dress for her tail then put it on and adjusted it. She laced it tightly accenting her small waist and emphasizing her breasts.

She turned around and looked at Cillian. He cut a handsome figure in his finery.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian wasn't entirely sure why he felt like he should turn away when Desire was dressing. He tried. He failed. He kept her always at least in his peripheral vision.

You can't take your eyes off her, or you'll end up with a dagger in your back.

But Cillian knew that thought was ten words too long. But, they'd get out of the Empire, and maybe he could send her on her way. She was making him irrational. They should have parted ways once they left the dungeon. Her presence was helpful but not necessary. But instead, he took her to his last safe house in the city, revealed he was a half-elf, and spent the last two hours getting to know her very intimately. No, not her. Her body. He knew her body well by now, but what was behind those eyes was still a mystery; one that attempts to solve could end with him dead.

Desire looked stunning in her new clothes. Cillian handed her the leather bracers. "Let's not put on the chains until we are topside. But we should come up with a plan. The guards will be fatigued, but they might be suspicious if we, as well-bred as we look, just walked out the gate. We'll need to steal a horse, maybe even a carriage. I'm not foolish enough to ask if you're up for the task."

Climbing up the ladder, supplies in his pack, his boots on, his daggers tucked into them, her swords at his side, he felt weighed down, more than he'd like.

Putting a hand down to help her up the ladder in that dress, he said, "Once we're out of the city, I think you and I have to have a conversation... about what we can do to help each other."

 

[haremfaery]

Desire took Cillian's hand and moved gracefully up the ladder. She nodded. There was a lot they needed to talk about.

She looked at her swords and thought of five different ways to drop her manacles and take them so she could fight. "If we can get out of the city without fighting--that would be a good thing." She thought for a moment. "You're a noble--Can't you just get a horse on credit or something? Put it on that noble lady's account?" She sighed, "And I guess I have to put that thrice-damned collar on. Just know that while I can wield my swords, I do better if I can use magic."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian looked at her, “I think reputable horse and carriage merchants have gone home, and the less reputable ones would try to roll us. I just think nicking a horse and carriage from some lazy minor noble would be easier.”

 

[haremfaery]

"Whatever my lord thinks best." Desire gave a little curtsy. "What's easier? Taking then from a noble's house, or the stable at a tavern?" She felt light as air after the breaking out of the dungeon, and the thorough tupping. She felt as if she could do anything right now. She felt like dancing. But not with the damned collar on. Dancing was like food to her. It wasn't a "want." It was a need. She didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't dance any more.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Tavern be easier. No carriage, though. You sure you want to share a horse," Cillian finished clicking the collar around her neck, "with me. Your body pressed against mine for mine."

He pulled her close to him, her back to his chest. His hard cock dug into her backside.

Two can play this game.

Out of the safe house, his head had started to feel clearer. He was remembering the tricks of his trade.

 

[haremfaery]

She wriggled her ass against his cock. "Are you sure? It must be difficult to function with no blood in your brain." She turned her head to grin at him. "But then it does sell the fact that I'm your sex slave."

She was already thinking about the two of them. Outside the city. Sharing a bedroll. She took a breath and stepped away.

"Let's go steal a good horse."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian kissed her neck, "Let's go steal a good horse, my lord." Then he pulled her chain, and they made their way through the city streets. Cillian knew most of the guards' routes and avoided them. There'd always be the ambitious newbie would switch up his patrol, but no one gave them a second glance—just an aristocrat out with his tiefling sex slave.

They walked past a tavern stable. The stable hand was too busy staring at Desire's tits to notice they were getting on a horse that wasn't theirs. Cillian pulled her up, putting her in front of him. There would be few nobles foolish enough to have a manacled servant behind them. Too easy to end up being choked.

They rode off, Cillian's arms wrapped around Desire, holding the reins and her chain. They trotted up to the gate. Cillian took the restraints of both horse and tiefling and one hand and used the other to cup Desire's breast, almost pushing it entirely out. Again, people were to busy looking at the flesh above her bodice to notice the duo's faces.

Then they rode out the gate and out of the city. Cillian gave Desire's breast one last squeeze and then whispered into her ear, "Thank you for your help."

 

[haremfaery]

It was almost too easy. Desire was tense as they went through the city waiting for a shout of recognition, a delay that would allow the horse to be recognized, but there was nothing. Men were too easy. Show them half a breast and their brains dropped to their nethers.

"Thank you for your help."

"'Twas my pleasure. My Lord." She frowned though. The way he said it, it felt like a goodbye. He could easily slip his dagger into her kidney and let her die by the side of the road. She hoped he was enamored enough of her cunt to want to keep her around. Or at least part ways amiably. There was no need for either to ... remove the other.

"It's been some time since I've been outside the city. My lord. Do we take the high road and go straight to the Elven border, or do we wander about to cover our tracks? My lord." She teased him with the honorific.

"Aynesbluff is the next town on the high road if I remember correctly. My lord."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

His hand was no longer holding her breast, but instead, he wrapped his arm around her middle.

"If we ride all night and most of tomorrow, we could have proper room in which to," he pulled her into him, grinding his cock into the base of her tail, "plan our next move. Do you think you can last that long on a horse, in chains? Though, the larger question is, what is it that you can do when the collar is off? What kind of magic is it suppressing?"