Dungeon Experiences to Remember

     She tried to speak; he saw her lips move and his hand gripped his shaft harder. His mind’s eye seeing those lips wrapped around him earlier.

    “I’m going to ask again. Should we go slower?”

     “As you wish it, Sir.”

     “Good answer.” He turned the dildo back on. This time, he changed the tempo of the vibration. Her back arched as she felt it. He’d have to do something with her soon. His hand wasn’t cutting it to soothe his desires.

    With a feather, he traced her body, breasts, belly, inner thighs. She was lost in her space, and he gloried in a job well done. He toyed with her, intrigued by her in every way. Now he was getting lost in his own focus.

     Now he had time to think. Time passed, and he stretched her desires out. Slowly wringing her of her resistance. His mind went to the things he’d thought and felt that were so different this time. Oh, each encounter was different, but this one. This one had teeth and legs. He studied her legs from every angle. Touching and caressing them until her body shook from her hyper focus on her experience.

     “What do you want, my dear? What more can I do to help ease you needs?” He practically purred this into her ear, and she whimpered. He would spend an hour with him. This was their first encounter, and he didn’t want to wear her out too fast. They still had Sunday for themselves. He hated the idea of leaving on Monday.

    Malcolm wanted to continue and see where this went as days passed. Would it take an extra day? Two? A week? He almost feared the answer would be never. That he’d never have his fill of this human.

     He knew this way wrong, but he set up his video on his phone and pointed it to where Melody writes in need. Then he stepped into the frame. Removed a clip from her nipples and soothed it with his lips. The video catching it all. He wanted to remember this. Malcolm repeated this on the other breast and then turned off the dildo. With slow, careful movements, he removed it from her, so he didn’t trigger her orgasm. He looked into the camera, licked his lips, and sank into her. The camera caught every stroke and his head fell back, his eyes closed. He gave her what she needed. Taking what he did. The give and the take were real. He couldn’t deny it. This is what he’d searched for. Why was fate so mean? She was human.

     He stayed true to his word, and he took his time. Savoured the heat and need. The crazy that usually came from this play never came. But the fiery desire and bestial need consumed them as the video recorded. “Come for me, baby. Give me all of it now.” He drove home harder now and plucked at her bruised nipples. Then put the dildo to her sensitive pleasure nub and turned it on. They both skyrocketed over the edge spectacularly. She was beautiful, and he’d never forget her response.

    Their scent lay heavy in the room as his shaft swelled again. His completion forcefully left his body for hers. He locked into place. His thighs shook as he held on to the table as he experienced an orgasm of his own that he’d never felt before. He’d get a lot of use of this memory. Gods. He couldn’t stop coming. Throbbing repeatedly, he took her with him.

    When he could leave her body, he quickly tucked his phone into the drawer to get later.

     “I’m releasing you now don’t move too fast.” He would watch her and bring her back to normal. After care was so important. He released her bindings and removed her blindfold. Helping her sit up and wrapped a blanket around her. He’d never see her the same way again. She was submissive, that was for sure. Malcolm opened a bottle of water from the small fridge in the corner and handed it to her. “Drink it all. Don’t talk until it’s done.”

      Melody was riding a high now. Gods, that was perfect. She’d gone so high, and then he took care of her every need. She was exhausted now. Most people couldn’t understand her need to let go like that. Just give up control and experience her feelings and needs to their fullest. She drank the water on autopilot.

    “That’s good. I can see you’re worn out. I’ll carry you to bed. You’ll eat a light meal and sleep.”

     “Yes, sir.” He’d taken everything she gave him and then he’d returned it to her in spades. She had to sleep. She had nothing left. Melody felt great but wrung out. She wanted to savour it.

     Malcolm was true to his word. He carried her upstairs to the bed and tucked her in. He came back with a tray with their dinner. They ate light, and he watched her eat it all. Cuddling her the entire time. She was afraid if this went on much longer, she’d fall in love with him.

    After that, Malcolm lay down with her and they slept.

    Melody woke up in the middle of the night. The scent blocker had to be taken again.

     She slid from the bedroom to look for her daypack. It was open when she found it. Melody opened it further and looked for the scent blocker bottle. A sense of panic hit her when she realized the bottle wasn’t in there.

     The last time she saw it was after lunch. When she hid in the bushes to take it. She remembered putting them into the bag, but not closing it properly. Oh gods, she’d lost the bottle. Panic shot through her, cold and sickening. That was all she brought with her. How long could she last without him noticing? Gods, what could she do? Leave? Her phone search came up with she could go as long as a day and a half, but there was no guarantee after eight. But that was for hunters. She couldn’t get any information about shifters regarding this. Melody already felt hunted. She’d stay as long as she could. Cut her time short and leave earlier. He wouldn’t be happy about her disappearing, but they’d agreed when they are left here it was over. That hurt to think about, but that was reality, and her life would change forever after that.