Eternal Slave Ch. 01

Again the hair moved of its own accord, but this time it was the leash that tightened, forcing my face up against the black scrunchie. The perfume flowed into my nose, and after a first, tender kiss, I let go and kissed her smooth skin with sweet abandon.

"You're such a good slave, baby," she moaned. "Now for the last part. Follow my rhythm. To the beat. Don't speed up, don't slow down. Keep the pace."

That was the only part of her instructions that was hard to follow. Not to be allowed to just slam into her at will. Instead, she forced me to leave my own bubble of selfish grinding and tune in to how she rocked her butt and hips.

She was slow, at first. Agonizingly slow. Pushing back up against me, forcing me to enter her slowly and deliberately. Then she rocked forward, and I pulled out, frustrated and desperate.

"Can we please go faster?" I begged.

"No, baby," she moaned. "This is how I like it right now. Go on kissing my neck."

"Yes, Desire."

"Baby?" she said after a while of pure torture. The only thing that made this slow pace worthwhile was her gasping and whimpering, knowing that I was pleasing her.

"Yes, Desire?"

"I have a confession to make..." she said and sighed as I reached all the way inside her. "Sorry, you're just so big. Listen, I'm not bringing you to the place where we are going just so you can fuck my brains out and again and again. I'm bringing you so that you can serve women. Other women. All women."

"What do you mean?" I said. I just hoped this was sexy talk.

"You're the..." Once more she had to pause as we got closer, and this time I had a feeling she had increased the pace a little. "...the Eternal Slave. You're the one who'll defend womankind against the False Lord. Your slave powers are incredible, and you'll make every woman you meet a Queen."

This sounded like something out of a thousand epic fantasy books. While I was usually a fan of such works, right now I had no wish to turn wonderful fucking into a boring discussion of literary tropes. The pace was quickening, and I was losing myself. So, I said, "Yes, Desire," instead of the more appropriate "Huh?"

"I have to leave you soon, but I'll leave you in capable hands. A devotee of mine. She'll take good care of you. Teach you things. But you're a fast learner, because this... Damn, this is good! Squeeze my boobs!"

"Yes, Desire!" I said. We were going faster now, approaching a rhythm I found very agreeable. Her skin tasted wonderful, and I could just not stop kissing her neck.

"Why, baby. I might even come back to see you now and again. If you're good, that is. And I think you're good."

"Thank you, Desire."

"Yes, you are, baby. You're... Good! I love this! Harder now, baby!"

I tried to oblige her, but I felt I was working as hard as I could with every thrust. Every time my crotch impacted with her butt, I was afraid I was going to knock her over and send her sprawling.

"This feels so good! Soon I'm going to let you come, baby, and then... Oh! Aw, Oh!" She gulped, she shook, she almost whistled. "Baby, that's... I've never felt this... Baby? Baby? What are you doing to me, baby?"

I wasn't doing anything to her that she hadn't told me to do. Why, I was her slave, after all.

"This is so good... That spot, baby. You keep... just... hitting... That spot! Oh, yes!"

I was hardly able to pay attention to her. Her scent was so intense, perfume and female lust all mixed up. Her throat was so slim and it quivered when I kissed it, her hoops dangling against my ears and brow. Her breasts were firm and full and wonderful in my hands, nipples rubbing against my palms. And the hair kept me in place, kept choking me just a little, kept sliding along a neck that should never, ever, ever be naked again.

"Don't do this, baby! Stop it. It's too much for me. I can't take this anymore, I can't handle it. Stop it!"

But her butt kept rocking, her butt kept increasing the pace, her hair kept my face buried in her neck. Something was going on, and it was happening to both of us.

"I don't care!" she screamed. "I got to have this! I got to!"

With that she started to rock even faster, and I found myself moving my pelvis more rapidly than I could have thought it possible. But it had to be possible.

"I need this! It's beyond anything any man has ever done to me... It's all wrong. This is not how it was supposed to go. Who cares? Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I thrust into her like mad, felt how my hips managed to keep pace with her. Or perhaps it was I who was setting the pace now, and her body that struggled to keep up with me?

All around us the gray mist was brightening up. The world was changing.

"Baby, you're making me come! Yes, yes, I... Come, baby! Come for me!"

She had no sooner spoken the words than a wave began to form in my crotch. It was in my loins, my balls, my belly, a huge orgasm that just came rushing and overtook me completely. I roared and I howled as my cock began to move on its own, shooting its load into her. My hands pushed her breasts flat against her body, my lips left a big, blue hickey on her throat, and my hips went into overdrive. I shot, I discharged, I ejaculated, but I just couldn't stop.

The orgasm went on and on, and I lost all touch with space, time, and reality. I could hear her whimpering and screaming for me as she came, shaking and trembling, unable to articulate anything but "Baby, I love you!"

Eventually, all things pass, as they must. My cock started throbbing, my thrusts became slower and weaker as I realized just how exhausted I was. I eased my grip on her breasts, cradling them, and the kisses I offered now were soft and tender.

"I'm your slave," I whispered. "Forever and ever. Your eternal slave."

"I love you, baby," she returned. "I love you, and I've never loved a man before. What's going on?"

"I love you, too," I said.

"I'll come back for you, baby," she moaned. "One day I'll make you mine, just mine."

She faded. One moment she was there, resting in my arms. The next, she seemed to slide onto the ground and disappear like a statue made of ice under the fiery sun.

There was a indeed a sun now. A hot, glaring sun above my head. A salty tang in the air. Sand under my feet. Waves washing over a shore close by.

And the sound of voices far away. Female voices.