The Outlook

[Annisthyrienne]

Her kiss, her claiming of me, I understand it. It's like a fae mark, not visible to the common eye's view, but more a mark on the spirit, binding the one so marked to the one marking. Her tongue, flicking over my lips, an invitation or a challenge, but either accepted as I open my lips for her, surrendering to her.

"Yes, Mistress Pen, the bargain is sealed, deliciously so!"

Eyes flash in silent acknowledgment of the obligation, but also twinkle at the future possibilities.

"So glad I don't have to drag the bed around anymore. It's quite comfortable though."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Finishing the kiss, tasting her, feeling the surge of power that the bargain gives, it has been a while since I have tasted the power of claiming an elf.

Her joke makes me chuckle, kissing her again, a normal kiss this time, simply enjoying her.

"I think you might miss being able to go to sleep whenever you want" "p

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Another kiss, this time welcome and tasty, happily and eagerly returned. This might not be so bad, being obligated like this.


"Not if I have good reason to stay awake, my Mistress."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

"Some of the best experiences can be had in bed.. though you are right, not asleep though."

I can almost hear her thoughts, being so close to my new elf

"Not too bad hey?

I give her ass a soft smack, grinning playfully.

 

[dragonrazor]

*pondering Deedlit and Pirotess in their sexy outfits*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Having those experiences in an actual bed might be novel for me. It might even keep the sand out of certain places where sand is not pleasant. I've never actually made a pearl yet, but I've been told there's a pink pearl down there."

A knowing smile spreads over my lips, still tingling from her kiss. She knows. She knows, as she smacks my bottom, that this is no punishment or sacrifice for me. I wonder if she knows its what I hoped for. Can she sense she's been maneuvered into this, that she is right where I wanted her?

"No Mistress, certainly not bad at all.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

"It's certainly one of my favourite delicacies my elf."

I grin as I see her thoughts, like white hot writing in the air. I can barely keep from laughing.

I swat her ass again, then pulling her in close, until she is close to my bared teeth, curled in an even more playful grin. Ofcourse I know, I knew she wanted to be my elf.

"But you think you maneuvered me?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My smile fades as I realize she knows my thoughts. Some can, through the connection that binds us, those with the gifts especially. I should have known before, should have sensed it when I entered her space between worlds. Often it comes with those who worship the Goddess too. There can be no secrets from her now, not even hidden in my thoughts.

Eyes downcast, no longer challenging or defiant, respectful........at least until mischief takes me again and makes me misbehave for her. But for now, my voice softens, purring.

"I apologize, Mistress, if it was disrespectful. I admit this was something I wanted, and it seemed like a good opportunity to try for it."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I chuckle as she realises that I can read her thoughts, the power that I have over my new claim, her eyes cast down.

I place my hands under her chin, lifting it up and kissing her again, my tongue slipping between her lips.

"Though I will admit, I like mischievous elves, always fun to have a fae wandering willingly into a trap."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My smile returns as she lifts my mouth to hers. I feel happy, forgiven, and free of guilt. She knows, and it doesn't change things. I've given her a strong power over me, willingly and freely, as it turns out, and she knows that too. If I've been trapped, it's a good kind of captivity.

"I thought that I trapped you, Mistress. I thought I manipulated you into this, but I see now that I didn't fool you. It's better this way. I'm often mischievous, but that's part of being me."

This time I stretch up for another kiss, remembering the mistletoe at the Yule celebration, when I first knew.....lips, warm and soft, sensuous tongues sliding and slippery, dancing, playing teasing with each other. I was shy then, not so much now. She's the Mistress, but I know what I want too, and if she'll give it, I'll take it. And vice-versa.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I break the kiss, putting a finger to her lips before she can pout or ask questions, simply smiling.

I turn and walk over to a nearby chaise lounge overlooking the crashing waves below. I sit down, spreading my legs, leaning back on my heads sticking my chest out.

I look at my new elf, her hands still bound together, watching her flapping gently in the breeze.

She has given herself to me in a bargain she has wanted to make for a while.

"Come to me my elf."

I send out a wave of emotion, lust and power, showing her without words what I want from her, to show her Mistress pleasure

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Watching her graceful form as she walks to the lounge, I'm reminded of a beautiful stalking cat, a tiger or panther, sinuous and slinky, but powerful and a little dangerous. Then her look carries her emotions to me, hitting me like an overwhelming wave. It shakes me, makes me excited.

Before I know it, my feet have carried me over to the foot of her lounger, and I kneel there, eyes locked on hers for a long moment, lost in that wave of emotions, made all the stronger by my healer's empathy on top of everything else. Now I want nothing else but to worship her, to make her feel my devotion.


"Yes, Mistress, you're pleasure is my only desire!"

Taking one graceful foot in my two hands, I lovingly remove her footwear and begin to kiss and lick her toes, sucking them into my mouth, my tongue gliding between and around them. Licking a wide swipe with the flat of my tongue along the arch of her delicate foot, then my teeth scraping lightly on her sole, I take a further liberty in moving my hand upwards along her ankle, then her calf, supporting her, holding her sweet foot to my lips adoringly.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I stifle a moan, my eyes never leaving her form as she begins her worship, watching the emotions swirl through her mind.

I stifle another moan as she continues, she is so very good. Letting her take as much time as she wants, needs to show her devotion.

Licking my won lips, feeling so dry in the passion, my pupils dilated with arousal. My nipples hardening as I watch her, taking one in my hand and rolling it between forefinger and thumb, although not nearly as much fun as watching my elf.

Another surge of emotion, one of pride, showing my satisfaction, showing her to continue

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My lips find their course, tongue, teeth, even fingers and nails all joining the path to glory, her beautiful calf, and upwards. Behind her knee, I leave a special kiss, letting my moan vibrate through my lips into her skin before my tongue licks softly there. Meanwhile, my hands glide along her skin, touching the silky softness of her thigh, questing ever closer, my touches feather light.

I sense her feelings, and I'm urged on to greater desire to please her. I see her touching herself, and I am so envious in that moment. But I know that if I'm good, if I obey her and please her, I might be favored enough to be allowed to touch her there, maybe even taste her.

I switch to her other leg, paying due homage to the beautiful appendage, not wishing to leave any part of her lusciousness neglected.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I can see her desire to taste my breasts, bright and clear, her desire to kiss and worship my nipples.

However I wait until she has finished with my other legs, seeing the pleasure she takes in worshiping my feet, and it always makes me smile to see another's fetishes manifesting.

As she takes her times, eventually reaching up the inside of my thigh, I pull her up, keeping her kneeling, but now level with her breasts, moving her until her mouth is level with one nipple.

"Pleasure me my elf."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A longing glance at the heavenly delta that I'd almost reached, wistful, but I knew it was too soon to be allowed....not that, not yet. But a sweet compensation awaits instead. A lovely morsel, coral tipped, inviting. I lean in, savoring the reward from my mistress, letting my barely held breath wash over her with warmth before stretching out a tentative pink tendril, just touching her extended bud, so delicate. This is the sweet taste of heaven, and I want more.

My tongue circles her rosy bud, tracing the edges of her aureole, spiraling outwards to taste all of her tender breast. Glancing upwards, I notice the marks on her flesh from some other lover, and I can guess who, chuckling deep in my throat. It's not quite my style, not usually, so I will be the outlet for her other needs, when she wishes them fulfilled.

A needy moan sounds as I enclose her in my mouth, and I realize it comes from me as I feel the vibration of the sound in my lips around her nipple. My hands reach her sides, tracing along ribs just below her breasts and to her sides, my palms resting there, holding her firmly, as if afraid this moment will be denied me before I get enough of her. It almost surely will, for I can never get enough!

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I wrap my arms around her head, holding her against my breast, her warm mouth encompassing my nipple as she lovingly sucks and caresses it with her tongue, feeling it flick my piercing, giving a soft moan.

Although I have to grin when she gives and even louder moan. Delving into her thoughts I can tell it is a moan of servitude, the joy she is now getting from obeying.

As she sucks at my nipples I lean down and whisper words of power, her true name floating out with them, binding her closer to me.

I close my eyes as I allow her to enjoy herself as long as she wants, as long as she wants to pleasure me.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I hear her whispers, feel the change, a stronger connection making my head swim. It's more than desire for her now, it's a need, approaching an addiction. For a moment, i wonder if it's what my fae cousin feels for her absinthe, but how can that be as good as this ambrosia of my Mistress's flesh?

My fingers find the swell of her other breast, tracing the shape of her curve, then gathering together, drawing sensation towards the center of her nipple, as if pulling the stiffness into it. I let them trace again, from spread out, cupping her, my palm feeling her pressing into it, then lightly drawing inward again, finally letting my nails scrape ever so lightly to the tip of her nipple.

My mouth continues to worship her other bud, this time teeth biting slightly, midway up the nipple. I've been told by lesbian lovers that they can experience orgasms just by this type of stimulation alone. I envy them. I've never quite been able to, though it's been close sometimes. Idly, I wonder if she can, knowing she knows my thoughts, knows how much I'd love to give her that experience from this devoted worship.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I smile satisfied as he need grows deeper as she is bound even closer to me, watching as her worship of my skin becomes an addiction.

The soft moans that have been coming from my throat soon begin to increase, drowning out the sound of her moans as she eagerly tends to me, her mouth working so wonderfully, her tongue, teeth and touch working in unison.

My moans become louder, more incessant as I feel the heat building up in my body, the muscles in my body tensing, getting closer and closer.

Then just before releasing, unable to hold it back any longer, knowing she can feel my pleasure, pouring my emotions into her, whispering before I throw my head back, crying out loud as I cum.

"Cum for me my elf."

As I calm down, my breathing heavy, I look down at her, her mouth still locked around my nipple, her eyes glazed with obedience. I lick my lips again.

"Now my elf, you can taste me truly."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

It's a first for me. My empathy often links me to those I touch, especially when I'm trying to heal. Often I've suspected it links me even with those I'm not actually trying to. Sometimes it can get me into trouble, like when someone develops feelings for me, and I feel their emotions, and cannot separate them from my own. It played hell with my marriage long ago.

But this is the first time anyone has used it on purpose, not against me, but without my active control of it. Mistress knows we are connected, knew I was sensing her rising pleasure, at least on a subconscious level. Then her words and projection of her feelings hit me full force, making me sense actively all the pleasure she was feeling. I was caught up in a storm of pleasure, making her cum/make me cum, feeling it happen, and unsure after a moment, just who was making who cum. I was lost in it!

Physically, it began as a moan around her nipple, suckling like a baby as I was. Then the growing muscle tension making my lips clamp down, the moan becoming a whimper, growing in volume and pitch into a squeal as the full force of it hit me! My entire body tensed, arching my back, my thighs closing like a snap trap around my leaking cunt. A whole body shudder shook me and my grip on her breast clenched, offering her more pain than I meant. I never want to hurt her, only make her ache with pleasure!

"Oh, my Goddess! Yes, Mistress, yes!" I knew I wasn't making much sense at that point. I seldom do when I cum, but this time caught me so much by surprise that I'm lucky if the words came out intelligible at all.

And then, those words I longed to hear, her permission. I lowered my hungry mouth to worship her sex, hands resting softly on her thighs, my tongue yearning, stretching out to her. Inhaling her scent of delicious arousal, sensations becoming confused, overlapping in a passion induced synesthesia, smelling her taste, feeling her beauty, touching her sweet slickness.

"Thank you Mistress! Thank you so much!" murmured words of gratitude, inadequate for the feeling they tried to express.

Moments later, girl honey covered my mouth, cheeks, chin, nose...I was making a greedy mess of myself devouring her, unable to get enough. My tongue laving over her plump outer lips, parting her inner lips, sucking them into my mouth, plunging deep into her opening, eager to enjoy her warmth and tightness clasping me. And the flicking, lightly, over that stiffened little bud of pleasure, hot breath washing over the tenderest part of her anatomy, made better because it was 'Her'.

(sorry this one took so long, I had a lot of 'typing errors'. )

 

[PenIsMightier1]

(Don't my elf, it was worth it)

I lean back against the chair as she dives down, hungrily, greedily, eagerly. I can see that her mind is lost now, as she can only think of the pleasure and worship.

I spread my legs wide at first, giving her better access, letting her sample my lips and then as slides her tongue into my cunt, I feel my muscles tightening, drawing another moan from my lips, my legs curl up and lock themselves around her body, holding her there, even though I know she doesn't want to leave.

As she sucks and licks more eagerly at my cunt, her tongue moving to my clit I feed my emotions back into her again, letting her feel my pleasure, my hands reaching down, tangling itself into her hair, scrunching up and pulling it gently, only a little for pain, but enough to remind her who's cunt he is worshiping, not that she could forget.

Another moan, another, pushing my emotions into her, watching and feeling her moan, the vibrations going up into me and up my spine, driving me closer to the edge.

Then crying out loud again, my hand tightening in her hair as I cum again, my body shaking harder this time, my juices gushing into her mouth.

"Cum for me my elf."

 

[Avellan13]

Avellan Smith

Avellan look down at the building on the shore of the lake. The Outlook. Avellan rolled his eyes as he approached the building. His friend, James, had given him an invitation too this place not only so that Avellan could meet some new people, but also because his friend wouldn`t be able to attend.

Avellan walked up to the main entrance, presened his invitation, then walked into the main entrance. He looked about the place and sighed, "Well, now what?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Oh the feeling when her thighs come up around my pointed ears, locking my head to her pussy! It is the embrace of heaven itself, welcoming me, holding me in the most intimate of embraces!

Her fists clenching in my hair, tugging slightly, reminding me of her power over me, appeals to me in ways I still don't fully understand, but it makes me want to please her more, strive for any word or hint of praise from her, any indication that my efforts please her.

I open my mouth wide, sealing my lips over as much of her entire vulva as I can get in my mouth, and then just pull a gentle but increasing suction, urging the blood to fill the area with sensitivity even greater than is already there. Within the suction, I let my tongue flick across her clit, lightly and rapidly. I end the feeling by slowly drawing my lips seal inwards to center over her clit stem, sucking it between my lips and tugging, holding onto her as I move slightly back, to the limits of my entrapped head, until her clit slides through my lips, snapping back. Then a soothing swipe of my tongue, flattened broadly over her slit, from base to clit.

Still connected, I can feel in the background of my sense awareness the little tingles and tremors deep in my center, the feelings I'm giving her, given back to me through our connection. It's building to another level, I know, but not in a way that fills my consciousness, not yet.


Until she says those magic words. The words that just hearing (seeing in print) sends a tingling shiver coursing through me. "Cum for me, My elf!"

My hips buck as she pushes our connection again, throwing it at me, the intensity of the orgasm rocking my body, making me hump the air like some over excited dog. I scream out the feeling into her cunt, but the sound is squelched by her sumptuous cum flooding my mouth. I swallow the scream and the cum, eagerly, reduced to little mewling whimpers as my body continues to tremble in further aftershocks of pleasure.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I release my legs from around her body, taking in the panting elf kneeling at my feet. The sound of her mewing pleases me, watching her twitch only makes the smirk on my lips curl up.

I keep my hand in her hair, sensing that she is enjoying this little show of command, more physical than the pact that binds us, I tug on her hair, forcing her to look up into my eyes.

"Very good my elf, you have served me well."

I look around, glancing at the position of the sun in the sky, before making a decision.

"I am going to go now, but I will summon you soon to my world."

I pull her up again, this time until she is eye level with me, kissing her, sharing the taste of my sweet juice, our tongue entwining as we kiss.

Then I stand up and pull open a doorway, a doorway of my making that leads nowhere, stepping through it.

But just before the portal closes, leaving no trace that it was there can be heard the words.

"Enjoy your 'freedom' in the meantime"

 

[Avellan13]

Avellan`s phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket, saw it was James, and answered it.

"And why did you send me here with the invitation?" said Avellan

"You need to get out, meet some people, do something." said James.

"I was fine earlier. What am I suppost todo here, get drunk, because you know I`m not old enough?"

"Your there to meet people, socialize, and umm.. have fun, bye." then James hung up.

"What do you mean by, oh forget you!" then Avellan put his phone away. He looked at a mirror and saw his reflection. He was 5'11", had straight black hair, light blue eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing a black suit that he had forgotten to take off after a buisness meeting. He saw himself as an average looking guy. Although everyone told him he was very handsome, he never saw himself as such.