Deep in the dragon's den- closed

[BurningMonkey]

Her first orgasm happened so quickly that it took him by surprise, but no matter; he knew there were more where that one came from, and he was in good control, holding himself in check, denying the pressure from the waves of pleasure that emanated from his pounding, pulsing tool as he plunged in and out.

He stopped just long enough to drag her pants the rest of the way off over her feet, then wrapped his arms under her and rolled, ending with her on top. Positioning her hips with his hands, he probed once to get his bearings and then plunged upward into her again.

"Master is getting tired of doing all the work, Fucktoy; it's time for you to participate in your Terrible Punishment," he said, smiling. "Get to work, Cumslut!"

 

[Artemidorus]

Lover flipped the tables on, manhandling her again so that she was on top, straddling him. He thrust up into her and she cried out "Yes master yes-! Mmm- ah" from this position he was much deeper than before. One hand grabbed at her tits, squeezing, massaging and pulling at her nipples, the other found her clit and began to play.

She used her knees to move herself up on his rod and plunge it back down, crying out as she speared herself on him. She moaned as she began a fast ride, grinding her hips down to pleasure him.

 

[BurningMonkey]

She was grinding and rotating as well as pumping up and down, and Grim wasn't quite sure how long he could hold out; his control was slipping, bit by bit...

He kneaded and squeezed and plumped and cupped her tit, pinching and plucking and circling the hard nipple, reveling in the texture of the hard little goose-bumps that rose on the areoles. He switched hands occasionally, to give them both equal justice, diving the other one between them to continue rubbing her clit...when he could get at it. Her gyrations on top made it difficult to stay on target, but he manfully kept trying--and more often than not succeeding--in locating it.

"I don't...think...I can...hold it...much longer..." he gasped between grunts. "Oh, this is...such...wonderful...terrible...punishment..."

 

[Artemidorus]

"I thought- thought I was supposed to be the one being punished." she said, milking his rod up and down, up and down. "Cum for me, master. Punish me by searing me on the inside with your delicious seed. Oh master- master please!"

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Don't forget..." he said, panting now, "...you asked for it..." And he released.

He came so hard he almost convulsed, his knees coming up and his torso lifting from the ground with the involuntary contractions in his abdomen. Rivers of volcanic semen rushed from every square inch of his body to cascade wildly through his balls, up his dick and spew hot loads of sticky baby-batter deep in her womb...or so it felt to him. Load after load, it just went on and on and on...

His skin flushed a deep, deep red, and grew hot for just a moment. And then it was past, and he collapsed back to the earth.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Ahhh-!" Maris cried out as he errupted inside her. His burning seed sent her over the top again and she came hard, her walls clenching over his member as it filled her.

"Yes yes yes- oh-" the hot spurts inside her were ectasy and she shivered from the force. He collasped under her and she collapsed on top. Murmering "yes- oh- the best punishment."

 

[BurningMonkey]

All he could do for the moment was suck in huge lungefuls of air--an activity hampered somewhat by her dead weight on his chest, but he didn't mind that a bit. He weakly raised one arm and draped it loosely across her back, raised his head a little, and kissed her cheek, dropping it back to the ground.

"I hope...you learned...your lesson..." he got out between inhales. "But probably not; you're truculent, you know, and incorrigible. I'm sure we'll have to repeat the...punishment...often. Hopefully daily, if not hourly..."

He smiled. "But at least now you acknowledge that I captured you...though at this stage I hardly think it matters anymore..."

He lifted and kissed her again, then subsided. As they lay there, he softened and shrank and finally some contraction of her pussy walls pushed him out altogether with a little "plop" more felt than heard. Her inner cavity, over-filled as it was, immediately started leaking his semen all over his privates, which created an interesting puckering/cooling sensation as it cooled and dried.

He didn't mind that a bit, either.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Aw." she moaned with a smile. "You're all dirty and I'm tired." she yawned. "I guess we'll just have to lick each other clean in the morning." Maris closed her eyes and cuddled against his chest, sleep creeping up on her tired body.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grim could sense her breathing slow and deepen; she was going to sleep. He roused her somewhat. "Well, I don't know about you, but I need to clean up a bit before I sleep." Moving her sleepy form off his chest, he rose and padded down to the little creek nearby, one of the features he'd looked for in a camping place.

Standing in the ankle-deep water he scooped handfuls of it up to rinse and rub at his cock and balls, cleaning them of the residue of their coupling. The cool water in the slight breeze caused everything to shrink and pucker, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

When he had finished, he walked back to the fire and stared for a moment down at her sleeping form. A princess had come looking for him, and in a single day both of their lives and worlds had shifted into an entirely new configuration.

He lay down next to her and moved in close, spooning. She stirred and murmured, but didn't wake. He drew the blanket over them both, and thought about tomorrow, when they'd reach his next haven, and how they would order their lives from here on...

 

[Artemidorus]

Night passed uneventfully. Even on the hard ground, Maris slept comfortably and warm in the arms of her lover. She groaned a bit and shifted as she awoke to the morning sun and the dying fire.

"Master Grim." she said sleepily, snuggling back into the spoon he had her in, here bare ass just briushing his crotch. She yawned. "Morning."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He awoke, a little groggily, to her snuggling her ass against his cock. Nice... He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?" As he spoke his hand snaked under her arm and cupped her warm, round boob.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Mmm." she moaned as he fondled her. "Thats nice. And that-" she circled her hips to grind him again "is even nicer. But I need some food." she stood and stretched, her breasts prominently flopping around.

"I want to get to this place as soon as we can. So no more fun until we get there."

Maris bathed and ate and reapplied her clothes.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grim levered himself up on one elbow and called after her as she walked towards the stream. "What happened to 'master' this and 'master' that? If I'm the master, I get to decide when we play and when we don't." But she was right; they needed to get moving.

He stored her impertinence away as a transgression to be Terribly Punished later. It appeared she would be needing many such chastisements, and he was looking forward to administering them.

After she'd bathed, eaten, and dressed, she mounted and they proceeded back to the trail. "I can't risk Reforming and flying during the day, so I'll be walking with you most of the way. There aren't that many people hereabouts, but still..."

They walked companionably along, chatting about this and that. As the shadows began to lengthen in the afternoon, he suddenly stopped and turned his head into the wind. After a second or two, he turned to her. "Dogs. Baying dogs. A hunting pack. Behind us."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris's eyes went wide. "Grim." She put her hand on his chest. "Don't reform. They will kill you. If it come to it, I'll tell them you didn't know who I was. At worst they'll throw you in jail for a while. Then we can think of something."

She turned to face him and planted a kiss on his lips. She held his hand. "What do we-"

"Freeze!" a majestic black horse rushed forward, atop it was a man. He was young and handsome, dressed in light armor, a sword at his hip. Prince Reinbach, her fiance.

"What the hell!" Maris balled her fists. "This punk- ugh. It's my betrothed." she spit venom into the word.

"Unhand the princess!v he declared, drawing his sword.

Maris hopped off the horse. "Don't. He doesn't lnow. Don't drag him into this. Please."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grim's first inclination was to Reform and incinerate this pup. But the entourage of men at his back, and the pack of snarling, barking dogs, gave him pause. Certainly he could fly to escape, but that would leave Maris behind--and dammit! he'd just gotten a princess, and he didn't want to lose her again just yet.

So he stood, adopting his slack-jawed eccentric look. He'd donned his cloak for their daytime journey, in case they met someone on the trail. It was unlikely, but he hadn't gotten as old as he was by being careless.

Unhand the princess! the popinjay demanded, and drew his sword. Grim forbore to point out that technically it was the princess holding his hand, not the other way 'round. Logic would boot nothing in this situation to this man.

"Wha...what?" he asked in his best 'I'm confused' voice as Maris slid from her horse to confront the young man.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Reinbach let him go. He has nothing to do with this." she said.

"Nonsense! This oaf is a traiter to our country. Take him, boys. I will take the princess." Reinbach dismounted and headed towards Maris.

"I don't want to come with you! I don't want to get married." she yelled, moving back.

"You don't have a choice." Reinbach said, grabbing her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Aw, shit, Grim thought as two burly men-at-arms seized his arms. It would have been a simple matter to Reform even now, but the presence of several crossbowmen in the group gave him pause; he could fly away from many things, but dodging crossbow bolts was always a tricky thing... If he did decide to fight, they would have to be his first targets.

They bound his hands behind his back; they also bound Maris, who was kicking and yelling and swearing. Reinbach looked on disinterestedly, then called one of his men over. "It's getting late. Have the men find a suitable place to camp for the night; we'll start back in the morning."

Soon they were all ensconced in a clearing just off the trail; with so many men, there was no reason for them to hide their presence.

Grim they tied sitting up against a tree; they rebound his hands in front, so he could eat and drink. Maris they treated with somewhat more respect, simply plunking her down on a convenient log with two guards, but it was clear she was a prisoner, not a guest.

Reinbach waited for his pavilion to be erected, then disappeared inside it for his evening meal. Trenchers with some sort of stew were plopped in front of Maris and Grim. He ate without relish--and without appetite; he was used to 'cooking' and eating his meals on the hoof--and thought hard about ways for them to escape without taking any major damage to themselves.

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris glared at her guards who just looked at her with wide grins. "Come on princess, eat your soup." One knelt in front of her to offer her meal. She looked away.

"I'd tell you to go fuck your self, but it's clear you already do. No one else would." She spit.

"Come ooonnnn." He coaxed, a bit more aggressive this time. "Your body is so nice the way it is. Going hungry would make you wither away and I like a girl with meat on her bones."

Maris turned and looked him in the eye, before promptly kicking the bowl, covering the guard in soup. He reared up, balling his fist but the other guard stepped in. "Hey man. Watch it. The boss will turn you into soup if you touch her."

It was Maris' turn to smirk. She raised both hands to show him her middle fingers. "How about you both back off before I scream and tell Reinbach you're getting touchy?"

"He wouldn't believe you." Said one of the guards, wrinkling his brow.

"You wanna chance it?" She said, turning away.

The guards huffed and gave them room. She turned to Grim. "Are you okay?" She asked, concern in her eyes. "What's your plan?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grim watched the entire performance with amusement. Obviously they didn't know who they were dealing with. On the other hand, Maris could push it too far...

"Plan? Oh, yeah, that: My plan is to magically turn these ropes into butter, turn the guard's weapons into flowers, get everybody in a group to sing a rousing chorus of Kum-Ba-Ya, share hugs all around, and walk off into the sunset with you..." He snorted. "I don't have a plan. Yet. I'm working on it."

"And you shouldn't antagonize the men that way. They won't intentionally hurt you, but people in a rage sometimes get carried away, and then it's too late to go back and say, 'Oh, I should have done this, instead of that/

"And besides--are you certain that Rubber-bum or whatever his name is cares that much if they do hurt you? Marrying a damaged princess is still marrying a princess, and it still gives Rack-back the same benefits whether your 'untouched' or not.

"Hell, for all you know he may be gay, and not care if you're gang-fucked and whipped to within an inch of your life by this lot. And I doubt your dad would object, either; he's marrying you off for his own reasons, not yours. Look at how he used you to further his political ends. Familial love doesn't seem to run in your family, and I wouldn't care to hang my hopes on his tender concern."

 

[Artemidorus]

"Reinbach chose me cause I'm hot." she said boredly, leaning back against her log. "My dad allowed it cause he's loaded, but Reinbach wants me. He could have had his pick of a dozen princesses. But I'm gorgous and a challenge and he likes that. He likes me. I was surprised to see it was him looking for me. When I called off the wedding I was sure he'd settle for a less difficult bethrothed. Instead he hunted me."

She sighed. "Don't worry about me."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grim shrugged. "Well, you know castle folks best, I guess." He was silent for a moment, then glanced sideways slyly at Maris. "You didn't think he'd lead the search for you, eh? Must make you feel good, knowing somebody wants you that bad. And he's a nice enough looking guy, from what I can see... Did you, uh...did you ever, 'help' him? Diplomatically? For your father?"