Page 15 of The Nettle and the Nightmare
“That’s right, and if you’re a good toy, I’ll let you come too. Do you want that?”
“Yes Mistress.” He whimpered. I felt like doing the same, so turned on by the view and the fantasy of her saying those words to me I was seconds from unraveling.
“Very good. Now stay still.”
The harness sprouted a new shadow. The phallic shape was made visible as she slowly, teasingly traced it between his cheeks and up his back. He rocked backwards eagerly which earned him another slap.
“What did I say? Stay still.” Her words were punctuated with further abuse that did nothing to lessen the flush on his face.
His arms wobbled as a bit of drool leaked from his mouth. Before he could close his mouth however, the Mistress had moved from behind him, to his side in a flash of speed, tapping his cheek with the phallic shadow. He willingly turned and bobbed his head, taking as much of it as he could into his mouth, gagging every so often but not stopping until the harness moved backwards.
“Fangs, baby.” She ordered, and he willingly bared them. Bringing the shadow beneath his fangs he let the shadow tilt the fang until it was dripping with his own venom, perhaps ten times the amount released in a normal bite. The silvery sheen was unmistakable, yet my head was spinning as I tried to imagine the intense pleasure that much venom could illicit if just a few drops in my blood stream were enough to make me dizzy with it.
There was little to no warning before the harness was once again behind him, this time however he didn’t need to rock back before the harness was flush against him. His guttural growl mixed with the mistress’ praise. As they began rocking back and forth, I slid two fingers inside myself eagerly, curling them to hit the spot I liked best with each of her visible thrusts.
The pleasure went from dizzying to downright torturous as the thrusts came and came and came. Each was accompanied with a pair of sounds that went straight to my core.
“Mistress, please.” He finally begged for us both. She spun him onto his back, revealing his large leaking cock, a dark red from the continued denial and stimulation. I’d never been particularly attracted to men, but I found myself wondering what this particular cock would feel like in place of my fingers. Slipping a third one inside I tried to stretch myself which resulted in pleasure so hot I found I had to lay down. Moving my head to the side I was just in time to see the harness straddling either side of his waist. We both groaned as his cock slowly became hidden from view, buried inside her. As she bobbed up and down I pretended for the first time I was her. Taking my pleasure from the shaking man beneath me. Allowing him to stretch me as I sunk onto him again and again. Faster and faster. Until the bed frame was shaking and she had to lash shadows onto his hands and feet to keep him perfectly splayed beneath her, perfectly helpless. She shouted her release, the shadows disappearing as she continued to ride him.
“Fill me up, baby. Don’t hold back a drop.” She commanded, and he made a sound halfway between joy and pain, his hands snapping to her waist as he pumped eagerly, so fast his hips blurred. Bringing my other hand to rub my clit as the other fingers continued curling and thrusting as I finally allowed myself to close my eyes. I was her, about to be filled. I was him, grabbing her waist and thrusting into her with wild reckless abandon. I was alight with the sensations as I switched between mindsets, enjoying both perspectives before falling off the edge that had been beckoning. We found our release together, his roar covering up the sounds I’d forgotten to repress. Hastily removing my hands from between my legs I sat up to wipe them on the chaise.
Just as I’d feared, not moments after I’d gotten the last of the moisture off of my hands a figure came into view. I held my breath as Roya came holding a tray of food, a pillow, and a blanket floating on some shadows. I took it all hesitantly, unsure if I could truly conceal what just happened. Putting the tray beside me I waited for her to leave. Rather she pointed in the direction of the lavatory. I slowly moved the tray to cover the wetness I’d left behind before backing toward the stall to keep the wet silk behind me. Hopefully she had no sense of smell, and this was just a courtesy the mistress ordered before her sex and she had only just come to deliver now they were done.
I returned to Roya holding out the blanket which she insisted on wrapping around me, then she did a little wave and collapsed into a ball before rolling through the wall. Eating the food slowly I refused to think about what I’d just done, choosing for once to bury myself under the blanket and slip quickly into the void that was my rest. Sinking deeper than ever before to escape the racing thoughts and fears that hovered at the surface. For tonight I wasn’t an assassin or a princess, I was simply a human with needs, and for tonight that had to be enough.
Thirteen
Iwoke up wet and gasping. Launching myself from the Chaise I forgot I was leashed. As my leash pulled taut I was yanked back, slipping on the wet floor. The soaked blanket wrapped further around my legs and I felt flat on the hard floor, any remaining breath knocked completely out of me. Rolling to my back with a groan I found a pair of dark eyes looking down on me. It was Captain Ravensford, holding an empty bucket. The glaze of pleasure I’d seen last had well and truly faded, replaced with a mischievous twinkle that reminded me briefly of Celia.
“What… was… that for?” I managed to get out, gasping like a landed fish.
“Your smell was distracting, and we didn’t have time for a bath.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Why wouldn’t I have time for a bath? Am I going somewhere?” I asked, nervous that it was him instead of… her, speaking to me. Hadn’t he asked her to give me to him as a gift when I arrived? Had she decided that was more effective now the dreadlings were off the table?
“The Mistress has been called away, and after our fun last night I agreed that I’d take good care of you.” He said with a sly grin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said with a stutter. Had they seen me? Or… Oh my god he could still smell the arousal.
“It’s not often we find someone so compatible with our idea of a good time. Maybe we can keep you around after you spill your secrets.” He said walking a few paces back to grab and swing a sack back and forth at me. I shimmied out of the blanket trying to maintain what was left of my dignity, which was made more difficult by the soaked silk of my nightdress, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“It was just the venom… and the stress of the day. It didn’t mean anything.” I muttered darkly, torn between getting into a fighting stance and getting back under the blanket to hide from his hungry gaze. What happened to the meek mouse from last night?
“Who said sex had to mean anything to be enjoyable?” He said with a raised brow.
“It wasn’t sex on my end, and it won’t happen again either way.” I said through chattering teeth.
“Right. Well I have an offer to make. Since you seem so fond of bargains little slayer, or do you prefer Nettle? Either way, do you want to spend the day here tied to the bed with Roya again… or do you want to come train with me?” He flashed his fangs with a wide grin that screamed insanity. The safe answer would be to stay away from him, him and his Mistress. But I needed to see the layout of this place to escape, I needed to stay fit, and I needed to see if I could help the humans they had trapped here. I felt each responsibility fall back onto my shoulders like plates of ill-fitting armor, clumsy and heavy.
“That’s not so much a bargain as a choice. What do you get out of my training with you? Aren’t you worried about my learning something dangerous?” I spoke slowly, allowing my annoyance through as if my decision hadn’t already been made. I paced at the restlessness that was building with each moment I spent burying the weightless person I was last night and resurrecting who I was made to be. Slayer Rose.
“I’m not that worried, but I am very bored,” he sounded like Roya, “And that’s enough to tip the scales in your favor.” He said with a smile, like I would be overjoyed that he found the idea of my being dangerous hilarious. “I’ve been told you’re pretty fast for a human and I’d like to see for myself. If you impress me maybe I’ll even willingly teach you a trick or two.” He watched my pacing as if it was a poor indicator of the rumor.
“You’ll let me out of this place… because you want to see me run?” I said slowly, pacing faster as if considering the idea and trying to impress him. Looking at the sack he was still swaying I tried to find the outline of my weapons, “I’m assuming I’m not allowed to kill any vampires we train with?” I said disappointedly, as if that alone was enough to dissuade me.
“You assume incorrectly.” He said with a smirk.
“What?”
