Choose Your Chains (Closed for haremfaery)

[haremfaery]

Cillian was so tender with her Desire wanted to kiss him for it.

"You don't have to apologize, Cillian. You played that just right. I know you didn't mean it." She mounted her horse.

"I'm looking forward to a hot meal and a soft bed." And another good fuck. "We'll talk, make a plan, and get to Norstina. With Tymora's Luck, we'll get there with no problem."

She had a lot to think about on the rest of trip. She dozed a bit in the saddle, but mostly she thought about Cillian. How he seemed genuinely sorry to keep her in chains and parade her around to the guards. It would be a relief if she could truly trust him.

~~~~~​

The rest of the journey was uneventful. They went through the gates of Aynesbluff with no more than the usual gawking of the guards at desire. They found an in, that was suitable to a minor nobleman and his chattel.

Cillian asked that their dinner be brought to their room so that Cillian could keep his slave more under control and not upset the other diners.

The first thing Desire did when the door to their room was closed was to slip out of her manacles and turn her back so Cillian could unlock the collar.

She rolled her shoulders and let out a deep sigh. "That feels much better. It';s hard to describe, but having the collar on is like ... not being able to see or hear clearly. Like a part of me has been amputated." She sat on the bed.

So ... We need to talk ..." She toyed with her sleeves. "I'm not sure where to begin. A promise? A pact? And then we need a plan."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

They finally reached Aynesbluff. Cillian roused Desire as they came to the inns stable. He walked her in, got them a room, ordered some food to be brought up. Once the food arrived, Cillian took off all of Desire's chains.

He let his fingers trace the edges of the leather collar.

"Should I take this off as well?"

 

[haremfaery]

Desire was no fool, especially when it came sexual proclivities. Cillian seemed to like seeing her in the leather collar, perhaps because he had gotten it for a favored lover. She made a decision. "I'll keep it on. If I need to get the collar on quickly, it will make it easier."

"I'm famished. Let's eat." She stayed where she was. "And let's have that talk." She kissed the corner of his mouth and walked to the table. She sat down and began eating the strew dipping a piece of bread in it to sop it up.

"First, I think we should find the shortest way to Norstina. so you can warn them."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Well, the missive was for plans to attack Ulfamel. It's a border city. We wouldn't have to go far."

Cillian unrolled a map as he took a bite of bread. There were various notations on it written the language of the empire, but the notes seemed mundane and occasionally nonsensical.

"We can take this road to the river. Each side keeps blowing up the bridges, so we're probably gonna have to swim across unless you've got something in your bag of tricks that will help with that? Then it's just a day's walk to Ulfamel, and we can warn them."

He looked at Desire. "The attack wasn't for a week and a half while they marshaled forces here. We have some time. Plenty of time to talk."

And then he went silent.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire looked at the map, it must be some sort of code that Cillian had written on the map. She made a brief effort to try to figure it out.

She made a face. "I hate water. I suppose we'll have to swim--or find a boat." She took another mouthful of stew. She tilted her head and looked at him. "So are you saying you don't want to talk right now?" She gave him a little smirk.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian bit his lip and took a deep breath.

"What are we doing here? What are you trying to get from me? Is it just a convenient cover for traveling as safe as possible to the Freehold?"

Once the words were out there, he wanted to take them back. They sounded juvenile and silly. It was just a slightly more wordy version of the schoolyard children, "Do you like me or like me like me?"

 

[haremfaery]

By all the Gods. Had she heard him correctly?

She set her spoon down. "Cillian. Cillian ..." Her chest felt tight. "I thought this was convenient for both of us. It has been convenient for both of us. And yes, that's what I wanted, a convenient cover to get out of the empire and back to the Freeholds. But," she looked at him until he looked her in the eye. "Something has happened between us. I admit it. I didn't want it to happen--it's safer to keep this a business transaction. But we can't unbreak the egg now. You've promised to keep me safe, and I've promised to have your back. I would never have gotten this far without you. Seven Hells, I would never have gotten out of my chains, let alone the dungeon." She put her hand on his.

"I don't know what this is--but it is far more than a business transaction." I only hope I don't regret this.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian let out a sigh of relief.

"I'd really like to get to the—" he swallowed "—ravishing each other part of our plans, but I think we need to have an honest conversation about all the things we've been dancing around. How did you end up in that dungeon, slated for execution? Do I have to worry about any enemies, in particular, chasing you?"

Cillian knew that if Desire wanted to avoid this part of the conversation, or at least delay it, all she'd need to do is unlace her bodice. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do more, undress, or answer his questions.

But if we stop talking now, will we ever start again?

 

[haremfaery]

She took a drink of ale to buy some time and collect herself. "If I tell you, then you have to tell me. I never did believe that you are just some cutpurse who ended up on the executioner's menu."

She took another drink. "Do you know that the empress has actually encouraged pirates to raid the coast of the Freeholds? Not officially, of course. The Freeholders don't have a navy, or much of an army for that matter. Not to mention Norstina is in the way. We can't fight the empire. So--we do what we can. That's why I'm here. I've been targeting powerful Weafirids to try and disrupt things. Can't get to the Empress, but I can get to her underlings' underlings."

"But I got some bad information and that led to a series of mishaps that led to me being in the dungeon and marked for execution." It felt good to tell someone all of this. It wasn't enough for Cillian to be able to finger any others if he were caught and questioned.

"As to any other enemies? Isn't the Empress's death squad enough?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Bad information

"I mean, death squads are pretty bad." Cillian rubbed the back of his neck. "Some other spy—oh, I'm a spy by the way—got caught and either gave me up to cut a deal or was tortured for the information. He gave up the location of a shared safehouse and—" Cillian held his wrists together. "I've been leaking intelligence about the Empire for years."

He paused. "I was never sent to undermine the Freeholds."

It was suddenly vital that Desire didn't think he'd hurt any of her people.

 

[haremfaery]

A spy. He was so nonchalant about it. But wasn't she?

"Years? Years? And still the empress rules." She huffed out a breath in frustration. "Why would anyone want to undermine the Freeholds? We do that just fine on our own. The halflings do everything they can to keep out of it. The Dragonborn hate the Orcs, the Orcs hate--everyone. And everyone hates the Tieflings. Unless we're useful."

This talk had taken a sickening turn.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Fuck.

"Desire, I just..." he sighed. "I'm trying to be honest here. That's actually really hard. I've been in the game for years now. Lying has become like breathing for me. I just... Did I just fuck this up?"

He was finding it harder and harder to think straight. Now that the conversation was turning, he wished she'd just undone her bodice, and they had gotten to the exchange they were so much better at.

 

[haremfaery]

"You didn't fuck anything up, Cillian. You think this is any easier for me? Seven Hells, Cillian. We do a little spying here, a little killing there, and still the empress is on her throne, and still the elves do nothing, and still the thrice-damned Freeholders would rather fight among themselves than stop the slavers." She felt tears of frustration well up. Beshaba's Tit's, she would not cry. He wouldn't understand that it was out of frustration and anger. Looking weak was the last thing she wanted right now.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. " Now that we've told each other our darkest secrets," and she was sure that they hadn't--she hadn't, why would Cillian be any different. "I propose that we join forces. We've made a good team so far. We may not be exactly on the same side, but we both are against the empire."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Things had gotten very emotional very fast. Nerves were raw. They were liars tired of lying but exhausted by the truth. Cillian didn't know if it was the right move, but they'd probably spent their small supply of trust for the night.

He closed the distance between them, a devilish grin on his face. He grabbed the top lace of Desire's bodice. "We do make a pretty good team." And then he pulled the string loose, hoping like hell she wouldn't stop him.

 

[haremfaery]

Tymora's Luck, nothing like a good fuck to forget life's shit.

Desire's hands went to Cillian's breeches. She stood up so she could kiss him. She had given up more about her true feelings than Cillian had. Stupid. Stupid. But his clever hands and warm kisses made her forget everything. Everything but his clever hands and warm kisses.

She slipped a hand inside his breeches. She had clever hands, too.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Once Desire's hand was wrapped around his cock, and Cillian knew they were in agreement about this particular part of their plan, things moved fast. Suddenly their clothes were on the floor, and he tossed her onto the bed.

Wasting no time, he was on top of her, face buried in her neck. The smell of her mingled with the scent of the leather collar nearly drove him mad. He started kissing up to her sensitive ears. He wanted to be inside her, but she had seemed determined to do something with her hands, and he wasn't going to do anything to stop her.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire was already breathing hard. Playing wityh her ears went straight to her nethers. She couldn’t imagine having her ears cut. She kissed him hard then pushed him onto his back. She kissed along his jaw, his neck, down his chest, along one of his scars. She flicked out her forked tongue, not enough to tickle but enough to let him imagine what the delicate quiver of it would feel like on more sensitive skin. Some men would be begging by now, but she knew Cillian wasn’t that easy. Or at least he wouldn’t admit it. Her hand never left his cock. Stoking it, cupping his balls, learning what made him moan.

She kissed along his hipbone looking up long enough to give him a wicked grin. “You might want to sit up a little for the best view.”

She ran her fingers along his stomach. He took after his Elven parent and had little body hair. The dark hair at his root was fine and soft. She let him get comfortable, then she kissed his cock. She flicked out her tongue and let it quiver on is frenulum. She teased him a bit longer then took his cock into her mouth.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian's mind was awash in sensation. She was picking his lock. He didn't mind one bit.

"You might want to sit up a little for the best view."

Not wanting to break contact, Cillian carefully pushed himself closer to the headboard and propped himself up on some pillows. He'd seen the way she'd performed for him before, and he was sure this would be something he didn't want to miss.

Once she began using her mouth and tongue on his cock, he became acutely aware of two things. First, fork tongues and fellatio were an excellent combination, and second...

"Oh, gods, Desire—" his breath caught for a moment as she teased the underside of the head, "I should have taken you up on your offer at the safehouse." He groaned, "We'd have had time."

 

[haremfaery]

Desire grinned around his cock and hummed an assent.

She teased him again then took him into her mouth to the hilt. Yes, it was his turn to beg. And now he would know why the slavers sought out the tieflings to bring to the empire. It took a lot to break them, and of course their pointed teeth had to be filed, but once done, they fetched high prices for their many skills.

She bobbed her head on his cock a few times then sheathed him fully again. She kept her eyes on his as far as she could. She gently caressed his balls and rand her nails lightly along his thighs.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Desire could have taken her time with Cillian, but that didn't seem to be her intent. It was like he'd insulted her skills when he said they might not have time, and she wanted to prove him wrong. She was making him see the error of his ways. The second time he hit the back of her throat, his body shuddered.

"I— P— I—"

He was trying to warn her he was about to come. It was the least a man could do in situations like this, but she had rendered him speechless. He just hoped she could read the signs or had no issue with him painting the inside of her throat white.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire pressed her nose into the soft hairs at Cillian's root. She pressed her tongue against the base of his cock and prepared herself. When he gushed into her mouth, she swallowed, and swallowed again. When he finally started to go limp, she sicked him clean. She sat up on the bed watching him. A dribbled of his seed oozed from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with her thumb and sucked it off slowly.

"Mmmm. Half Elves taste better than humans."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Feeling Desire's undulating tongue against the underside of his cock when he came was something close to rapture.

"I—" Cillian let out a deeply contented groan. "I tried to warn you. I'm sorry. I—wow."

Cillian grabbed her and pulled her up, face to face with him. He kissed her and said, "You are exceptionally talented at that. Give me a second to catch my breath and regain the use of my legs, and it's your turn."

Cillian held her close for a minute, his breath slowing. He had doubts creeping in. Things had gotten tense before they were in bed. He almost said something, but he figured it could wait. She'd probably be more pissed if he spoiled the mood.

He laid her down and said, "I'm not nearly as good of a visual performer as you, but you just lay how you like, and I'll make it work."

While Desire had gone for speed, Cillian took his time. He was slower in his trailing his way down her body. Just as he was about to make it to the juncture of her thighs, he moved down and started with kissing the top of her foot and working his way up. When Cillian reached Desire's hip, he went started on the foot of the other leg.

This time though, he worked his way to kissing the delicate folds of her lower lips. He already knew what to do to get her to climax quickly, but they finally had tenuous security to go a truly languid pace. Cillian intended to take his time, bringing her close to the edge and then backing off, over and over.

He wasn't planning on denying her release. He wanted to enhance it when she finally came.

 

[haremfaery]

"Men like to see what's going on--women are usually more about feelings, connections." She had seduced enough women to know what worked best. Seven Hells, she knew what worked best on her, and it seemed Cillian did, too.

She stretched out and sighed. "You are a tease, sir." She wriggled and opened her legs wide for him. "I think you want me to beg. Do you like that?" As much as they kept things from each other, they talked rather freely about sex. In fact, it was the only time Desire was sure they were being open and honest with each other. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed it so much. No lies, no barriers. Just the two of them giving and receiving pleasure.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

He looked up at her, his lips and chin glistening. "Begging can be fun, but—" he grazed his tongue along the sides of her clit, "...that's not what I'm looking for here." He made sure to pause and return to his ministrations. He didn't want her coming down too much.

"We haven't had time for slow."

He placed his lips on her lower ones.

"And slow can be fun."

He kissed her inner thigh.

"I promise to make it worth the wait."

He licked one long slow circuit from the top of her pussy to the bottom and back up again.

"But if you want me to hurry up, go ahead and beg."

Then he returned using everything he'd learned about her body to keep her on edge.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire panted and plucked at the bedclothes. Every time she was about to tip over, Cillian paused, or did something else. It all felt so good, but it wasn't a release.

Desire moaned and groaned and, surprisingly, was able to remember to call Cillian, 'my lord' instead of his name. Her tail thrashed when she was very close, but Cillian paused and grinned at her.

"Fine. I'm begging." She panted. "Let me come. Please! My lord."