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Tales of Alexandria
I'm an amateur novelist who has been writing erotic short stories off and on for almost a decade now. This is my first time executing a long-term writing project, and I want this to be the beginning of a career in writing that I didn't think was possible. Expect a new chapter to be released about once a month until my skills and speed improve. Do not use my characters without my permission.
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Tales of Alexandria
Apr 29, 2023 04:17 pm
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Wrong Side of the Bed [M/s] [fsub21] [TFdomme3242] - Chapter 17: Asleep [reluctance] [masturbation]
This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of slavery, consensual intoxication (pheromones, aphrodisiacs), restraining, humiliation, reluctance, masturbation, vaginal fingering, and sensitive terminology (breasts, slit). Reader discretion is advised.
An unworldly howl roused Elva from her repose. Squinting awake, she found her warmed world was tinged in blood. She grumbled and looked to the portal, hardly seeing the bottom tip of the moon. With a lighter hoot, Elva glanced to a pine below and spotted the glistening spectacles of an owl.
“Precious,” Saoirse mumbled, grasping Elva tighter.
The mild sting to her scrapes made Elva blush as she realized, ‘Those are—her breasts.’ She peeked around to find her Mistress deep in slumber; her dark cheeks were especially red under the fading moonlight. Hardly able to turn in the tight grasp, Elva smiled, ‘She looks so—peaceful.’ She leaned in and caught Saoirse’s intoxicating musk. ‘She smells so nic—!’
Elva flushed upon noticing that powerful fragrances were added to the aroma. ‘Is-is she,’ her breath was taken while her heart raced, ‘giving off pheromones and aphrodisiacs—in her sleep?!’ She shuddered, “Uh-hm, Mis-stress?”
Saoirse grumbled and cuddled tighter.
“You’re not even awake!” Huffing as Saoirse’s restful visage thrilled her, Elva’s thighs shuffled while her need came on. ‘Can’t you—help?!’ She tried to pull on Saoirse, but her arms wouldn’t budge. ‘Ah, Brigit,’ Elva grimaced, ‘comforting myself with you right…’
Squirming under her Mistress’ soft grasp, Elva whimpered as the scents intensified and her need worsened. Her fussing was scarcely quelled upon biting her lip before she lowered her hand.
She gasped at the brush of her bud, the light touch quickly forcing her head to spin. ‘I was never this sensitive when I comforted myself!’ Unable to retain her moans, Elva writhed as Mistress pulled her in and hummed. ‘Maybe now—I can—orgasm—on my own.’
A steady lightness overcame Elva while her rubs quickened. Struggling to maintain a rhythm, she trembled as the pressure gradually built and soon overwhelmed her. She cried out as her body quaked in the comforting clutch. Her fingers shook too terribly to continue, though, and she winced as the waves quickly rippled.
While catching her breath, Elva glowered, ‘That—was not nearly as satisfying—as when Mis—!’ The heat inflamed as Mistress adjusted and cheerfully murmured; Elva harshly huffed while her hip was held and her breast practically groped.
‘You’re not helping!!’
She hunched in and kicked her feet, unable to budge from the sensual presence as her need worsened. Giving into desperation, Elva whimpered before sliding between her clenched thighs. ‘Oh, Brigit, am,’ she wondered upon caressing her folds, ‘am I always this—wet?’ The slipperiness worsened her flush while Elva explored, but not so much as when she found her opening.
Elva trembled at the tender touch as she delicately traced herself. Allured by the warmth, she whimpered and pushed into the sensitive crevice.
Quivering anew, Elva couldn’t keep her voice down while two slickened tips slipped into her slit. The gentle stretch made her dizzy as she intruded further, unthinking beyond cursing, ‘H-how have I never—done this—before—!’
With a gentle press after finding her sensitive spot, Elva groaned while her chest throbbed. Her cries heightened with each prod, but as both gradually became impassioned, Elva gawked, “H-HOW ARE—YOU STILL—ASLEEP!?”
Barely able to thrash in her Mistress’ hold, Elva shrieked as the pressure peaked. Her convulsions were stifled, and her wrist quickly went limp while her mind became dizzy. A lightness overcame Elva when she eased her fingers out and let the waves abate.
Breathless as she eased into the bed, Elva finally noticed the smell normalize as Mistress’ cuddle relaxed. As she sighed, Saoirse grumbled something Elva didn’t understand.
Nearly drifting off, Elva wondered, “What—does that mean?” She reflected, ‘That sounds similar to when Mistress said ‘let’s dig in’.’
Before she could ponder further, Saoirse murmured, “Thank you—for the meal…”
Wide-eyed, Elva snapped back and realized, “Did you—! W-WAS I YOUR BEDTIME MEAL!?” Her eyes fell heavy before Elva heard an answer, plopping on the cushion as she realized, “I’m too tired to care.” Before drifting back into slumber, Elva hoped, ‘Just—wake up to help—next time.’
—Spoiler—
I hope you enjoyed this short interlude after such an explosive escalation! How will Elva’s late-night escapade affect their play tomorrow? Perhaps Mistress will be a little playful after her midnight meal. Elva’s nickname becomes more literal in Chapter 18: Purr. Look forward to the fluster, because Elva will hardly know what to do with herself!
—End Spoiler—
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