[376.5] 4.97x Interlewd: Enter the Dungeon (R-18)

At long last, the Jacobs Family Compound is finally complete.  It has taken two years since the Battle of Washington, a lot of hard work, no small amount of money, and plenty of glyphwork that might be politely called ‘jerry-rigging’.  But, as a wise scholar once said, if it’s stupid and it works, it wasn’t stupid.  And this design works.  Works quite well, and despite the ad hoc glyphwork, actually has some nice aesthetics as well.

Chloe stands beside me and rests her head on my shoulder.  My arm wraps around her.  I plant a kiss on the top of her head.  Thanks to most people moving into the urban core to be better protected from ongoing monster attacks, we’ve been able to acquire most of the neighborhood for what Hank and Mom called ‘an absolute steal’.  That, plus a couple years of modifications, and now we have a full compound in which to live.  Including a full home just for Chloe and me, connected to her parents’ domicile through an above-ground walkway as well as an underground one in the event needs ever arose.

“Homeowners at 20,” Chloe says.  “Can’t say that was on my bingo card at 17.”

“I don’t think either of us were even thinking about a life bingo card at 17.”

“Speak for yourself, Sera.” She sticks her tongue out at me.

I roll my eyes and slip my arm around her waist, resting it on her thigh. “Okay, fine, Chloe.  I wasn’t really thinking about that sort of a future at 17.”  I sigh wistfully.  The very idea of ever being able to afford a home wasn’t something that crossed my mind back then.  Even through the lens of living through the last two years, it’s still surreal.

My eyes turn toward the north, toward a city that is going through a fourth industrial revolution, toward the culmination of what sustainability planners have been pushing for, for generations.  Building dense and high rather than sprawling, with locally-grown, sustainable food sources, walkable communities, and all without sacrificing luxury or comfort.  It required only literal magic to get us to this point, and even then, it was driven more by base security than any desire to protect a biosphere that really doesn’t need protecting any longer.

The sun is low after a long day, all the while Chloe carries a certain mischievous glint in her eyes.  It has been a long day of finalizing paperwork, not to mention that the semester just ended and I have at least a couple of weeks off before my summer session class is slated to begin.

Chloe’s hand grabs my butt as she gives me a certain look that leaves nothing up for interpretation.  She grabs my arm and yanks me past the threshold of our home and back toward the bedroom.  But, if my inclinations are correct, we won’t be ending up there.  Instead, she pushes a button just beneath the light switches.  A panel appears.  She places her hand on it and channels a bit of her [Ether] into it.  The machine beeps and whirrs, followed by movement down below.  A panel on the floor opens up, revealing a dimly-lit staircase.  She again grabs me by the hand and makes her way down with great fervor.

We reach another door.  Chloe unlocks it in the same manner as she did the one above.  I’m dragged inside to the large chamber.  There’s a large bed inside a stone-lined room.  On the walls are various implements of a more… suggestive nature than would be appropriate upstairs, where appearances need be maintained.

She grins at me.  “Strip.”  Her eyes narrow.

“Are you sure?  You don’t want to unwrap your gift yourself?”

“Gift?”  Chloe floats up to eye level with me.  “You gave yourself to me a long time ago, Seraphina.  Every bit of you is mine to do with however I see fit.  Now, I told you to strip.  This is the second time.  Don’t make me repeat it a third time.”

“You’re going to watch.”

“Someone has an attitude today, Seraphina.  Someone is asking to be punished.” Her hand moves to my butt once more, this time squeezing it. “I will have to properly discipline my lover.  Get to it.”

My heart starts to race. I breathe heavily.  I step around Chloe, moaning softly into her ears.  My shirt is the first to go.  It lands on the floor below a small felt whip hanging on a hook on the wall.  My shoes follow, kicked over to somewhere that doesn’t matter, and then my socks.  My pants go next.  Thanks to my [Crimson Heart], I rarely get cold.  If anything, I only feel warmer as my legs are exposed to the cool air here in the depths.

I slide my hands along Chloe’s waist, only to have them slapped away.  “Did I tell you that you were allowed to touch me, Seraphina?”

My hands graze back along the subtle curves of her waist.  She eyes me warily, but does not stop me.  Next, I slip off my bra.  Damn it feels nice to finally not have to worry about this vise on my chest compressing my movement.  I take a long and extra deep breath, exhaling with a low purr in Chloe’s right ear..

“Stand here and face me, Seraphina.”  She points directly in front of me.  I obey.

Her hands cup my breasts.  “I’ve been envious of these for so long.”  She squeezes them.  Pain and pleasure both flood my body, and my heartbeat throbs in my panties for a brief moment.  “Do you know what I plan to do with them?”

“Suck on them?” I ask.

“Perhaps.  If you stop being such a whiny brat and do what you are told.”  Chloe grins.  Her eyes fix on me.  “I can’t help but get aroused at the idea of those beautiful breasts one day feeding the daughter we’re going to have.  The daughter I’m going to put inside you, when we’re ready for that part of our lives.”

My entire body lights up.  She’d mentioned that before a couple of times.  But this is the first time she’s ever been quite this explicit about it.  Warmth builds up in my chest before migrating and settling into my lower abdomen.

Chloe’s clothing falls off, article by article, until we’re both standing with only a single piece of fabric covering our nether regions.  She presses her skin against me and for a brief moment, we just hug and I get to enjoy that scent that I will never grow tired of for as long as I live.  She pulls away and grabs the whip hanging above my shirt.

“Take them off, Sera,” Chloe says.  She snaps the whip once.  “Now.”

I will, Chloe.  Don’t you worry.  But I’m not going to rush.  I’m going to make a show.  Slowly bending the fabric, showing only a few strands of finely trimmed blonde hair down below.  I’m positively throbbing with heat as I give Chloe her first look before covering it back up with a smirk on my face.  Her unamused expression is a joy to watch as I–

She snaps the whip again.  “I was going to ravish you like I know you like.  But since you’re clearly not interested in doing anything beyond just fucking around and wasting time, maybe I’ll just pleasure myself and make you watch.”  She pulls out a pink sex-toy and begins to suck on it, moaning as it slides down her throat.

I don’t say a thing.  I can play that game, Chloe.  Of course I want to have sex with you, but if this is the way this evening is going to go, I’ll play along.  I summon forth a large, ribbed toy and place it on the tiled ground at my feet.  The suction locks into place and I begin to play while she continues to tease.

If Chloe is going to ignore me and act like the boss, then I’m not going to give her the satisfaction.  I know my body plenty well.  I might not have Chloe’s supernatural control over her own biology, but I can get myself off without needing her.  No matter how much I might long for her touch, I know that she wants mine just as much.

I moan as my toy slips inside me.  I clamp down on it with full intention, relaxing my inner walls bit by bit as I allow it to reach the deepest part of my anatomy.  And it feels absolutely incredible, every inch feeling even better than the one that preceded it until the tip of the toy just barely grazes against my cervix with a sensation that I can never resist despite the hints of pain that accompany it.

I squeeze the glyph-reinforced silicone as I bounce up and down, spreading my legs as my throbbing heat builds both inside and out.  Even with my eyes closed, my [Valkyrion’s Perception] still lets me see Chloe as she pleasures herself and I can still sense the overwhelming pleasure surging through her.  Her moans are exquisite, a symphony upon my ears and only emboldens me to bounce harder and faster and match her pace and rhythm.

Her body is slick with sweat and other fluids and she emits a sweet scent that only makes my heat bloom that much further.  I’m so close and I can’t help myself and I have to reach down between my legs and touch my…

“Yes!” I scream.  “Yes, yes, so good!”  I bite the skin underneath my lower lip so hard that I nearly draw blood as I allow my toy to worm its way right up into the absolute limits of my sheathe.  And I start squeezing my inner walls, tightening myself, using the techniques Chloe and I have been learning over the past two years, gaining more control over our supposedly autonomic bodily functions and it’s now so close that all I need to do is move my fingers to that special spot right above my slit and–

The throbbing begins in earnest as I reach my first of what I expect to be several orgasms for the night.  My [Strength] is high enough now that the sheer force of my vaginal undulations would be sufficient to launch me off my toy and several feet in the air if not for the fact that I’m also maintaining just a little bit of my mind to keep myself flying downward as I ride that high with everything I safely can.

The heat doesn’t subside when I finish.  My heart is still rushing and I maintain an urge to touch myself more.  More!  I want more!  I want more of this delicious pleasure that’s anything I’ve ever felt and I can’t help but feel that…

[You have resisted a [Mind-Altering] effect.]

I blink twice.  I turn to Chloe, who clearly knows what’s going on.

“What the heck were you doing?” I ask.  “And what’s with that strange scent?”

“I was just waiting for you to finish your little stunt.  I figured I’d go for a solo round while you were playing your little game.  But you just took so long that I figured I’d work on another of my body’s techniques by the time I got done with my third round.”

“Third?  You got off three times in… what… five minutes?”

“[Autobiomancy] is a hell of a Skill, isn’t it?”  Chloe smiles.  “I’m still a good way off from all the knowledge and Skill ranks I will need to construct and maintain the correct anatomy so that I can properly impregnate you as I’d like.  But I can, for instance, greatly increase my body’s sensitivity to sexual stimuli.  With a bit of effort, I can nearly force myself to orgasm at will, without needing to touch myself at all.  I’m hoping in a couple of years, I can fuck you in the way I’ve been fantasizing ever since we first started exploring these kinks.”

“And this honeyed scent that my Skill just called a [Mind-Altering] Effect?  I don’t think I need to specify that, regardless of the intention or the fact that I’m not affected by them, that you shouldn’t even attempt such a thing without asking first.”

“Wait, [Mind-Altering] Effect?”

The scent vanishes.  Chloe’s eyes are awash in terror.  She steps back and holds her hands out.

“Oh my gosh, Sera!  I am so, so sorry! I had no idea it would do something like that!”

I blink twice. I can sense her honest contrition as she hesitates on whether to hug me or cover up or both or neither, and if both, in what order. I’m not mad at her; I’m more curious. She continues without my prompting, speaking at a mile a minute.

“Okay, yes, I’ve been working on a new aphrodisiac, and yes, I did want to tempt you with it in the hopes that it would boost your arousal and make you want me even more.  I had no idea that it would be potent enough to be called a [Mind-Altering] effect.  If I had known, I would have asked first for sure.”

Between the horrified sincerity in her tone and the genuine contrition I sense through our bond, I know there’s no duplicity in her words.  I extend out my arms and she steps into my embrace— without the intoxicating effects of whatever compound she’s been synthesizing— and the two of us hold each other for a good while. I revel in her own natural scent— the type that’s not designed to be over-the-top intoxicating but still excites me either way.

I kiss Chloe, slowly at first. Her arms wrap around my waist, and mine follow suit a moment later. Her eyes are closed. Her heart is racing, spurring me onward to claim my lover and claim my satisfaction with her body.

She leans back two minutes later. Her mouth remains open, a string of our mutual saliva still connecting us together. My lips linger for a moment as our eyes meet. Her lips curl upward.

“Bed. Now.” she says.

I take us there before she finishes her demand. The mattress down here is soft and plush, still smelling of fresh upholstery just begging to be properly broken in. Chloe summons handcuffs from her [Inventory] and places them on me. I don’t resist; that much was something we had agreed upon before this night began, and I can always break free from mundane restraints should I require. I do not require. I allow her to tie my bound wrists to the headboard as she spreads my legs with a grin split wide across her face.

Two more cuffs appear, binding my legs to each corner of our bed as she floats over me with far too much pride.

“There will be one additional rule for this round,” Chloe says. “I order you not to orgasm until I have given you permission. Failure to abide by this rule will be punished. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Chloe love,” I say. No other answer will be tolerated.

I immediately regret those words. Chloe starts lapping me up like she’s been stranded in a desert for weeks and the only source of water is that which gushes from within me. Her tongue is strong and flexible and she knows my body too damn well and within mere seconds of her diving into her meal, I already want the sweet release from this delicious agony to which I’ve been subjected.

“Yes, Chloe!” I scream out. No sound will escape these walls. “More, Chloe! I can’t… Yes! Give it to me, Chloe!” My body convulses, defying my mental commands to heed Chloe’s earlier dictum. Chloe glares at me for a split second and with all the willpower I can muster, I’m able to just barely restrain my peak and pull myself off the cliff. But it’s still so agonizingly delicious.

And Chloe, fiendish succubus that she is, has come up with another new trick. Her tongue, having had its fill of my external bits, dives into me with a girth and flexibility that her fingers cannot hope to match. It slips within and begins pushing against the outermost inch of my vagina. And it feels so good. I want more. I want more, Chloe, and I’m needy and I’m greedy and damnit already, I want her to give me more, to be filled by her, and–

She slips deeper in. My eyes widen. She shouldn’t be able to reach this depth with her tongue. Her thick, muscular tongue that demands my arousal crosses the second inch and starts barreling its way against that certain sensitive spot against the front of my walls. I clench my teeth and my fists both to fight off the orgasm that my body is compelled to give me. I think mundane thoughts to fight it off. I try to think unsexy thoughts, not because I can think about anyone or anything other than Chloe, but because this is torture of the most exquisite and pleasurable kind to not get that sweet, needed release when I am so damn close and Chloe is doing things that shouldn’t be possible with human anatomy and it feels so good that I can’t–

Right as I’m about to reach my peak, Chloe seems to sense that I can’t fight it off anymore.  Her tongue pulls back and she retreats from between my legs with a vicious grin. Sharpened teeth frighten me, but it’s the tongue in question that intrigues and arouses me as she gives me a coy wink.

That’s no human tongue, not anymore. She leans in to kiss me once more, and immediately, I am wholly overpowered, subjected to a disadvantage in the areas of strength and length and flexibility all. It doesn’t matter that I should have ‘home court’ advantage as her tongue paints the inside of my mouth with my own juices that somehow taste slightly of mint. When her tongue can lick my backmost molars and then dive even further toward the back of my throat, I can do nothing once again but submit as she has her way with me.

She answers the question that I again do not ask, this time telepathically. “Practice,” she says. “Such manipulations are not easy. And modifying an organ like the tongue that is mostly muscle is much easier than growing certain other ones from scratch. Or, well, modifying the homologous structures that women have to their spear counterparts.”

I don’t know the details, but I do know the general principles at play. That her pulsing clit is swollen as she grinds it against my upper thigh removes all doubt from my conjecture. She— unfairly— has what I believe to be her fifth orgasm of the evening? Maybe the sixth? I’ve lost track in my torturous bliss; only she knows how many she gave herself.

Her hands squeeze my breasts once again as she pulls out a replica of that certain silicone toy that she knows I love more than anything. I don’t know how many replicas she has. Maybe 10; maybe 100. Maybe more.

She wastes no time in strapping it on and thrusting it in. Back and forth and in and out and in and out and pushing against my walls. I want it, and I need it and I fight it with everything I have. Before Chloe’s onslaught, before the ravenous power of her thrusts and the gargantuan girth she uses to split me open and use me to her heart’s content.

I fail and accept my punishment. Semiconsciously, my legs break free of their restraints and clench back around Chloe’s legs. I know what she wants, and I want it as well. I want her inside me. I want her to orgasm inside of me and to release her seed into me and from there to carry her child in my womb. My ovaries and my womb itself both clench for a brief moment somewhen within that orgasm, as if to signal their agreement to our shared desire.

I can’t help but be amused by how much she was into the idea of having a daughter when we first became a couple, and how she was talking about bearing said daughter because she’s a woman and that’s just what women do.

I actually don’t remember exactly when the tables turned and Chloe decided she’d rather dedicate herself to the role of sire and have me carry our kid, but I find myself increasingly wanting it all the same.

As I come down from a high better and stronger than I’ve had in months, Chloe is already lying down beside me, grinning at me with that mischievous glint in her eyes.

I sigh and surrender. “Alright, Chloe. I know you said not to, but I couldn’t help it. It was way too good! How will I be pun—”

She cuts me off with a kiss. “Don’t worry about that for right now.” Her arms wrap around me as we gaze into each other’s eyes once more.

I kiss her back. “You know that telling someone not to worry just makes them worry even more, right?”

She grins. “I know.”

“So… Can you at least let me know so I don’t have to panic too much?”

Chloe tries to kiss me on the cheek, but I teleport at the last second to force our lips together instead. She’s not mad, instead placing her hand on my lower abdomen and rubbing it gently.

“I can tell you what your punishment is going to be. I’ve already had seven orgasms tonight and you’ve only had two. So I am going to put this strap back on and I am going to get back to fucking you until you’ve come at least five more times. To make us even, because you are the woman I love and I won’t settle for anything less. And you are going to pray to all the lesbian goddesses that your regeneration-enhancing Skill is potent enough to keep your vagina tight and wet enough to make it through all five. Your safe word is ‘apple’. Now let us begin.”