Eternal Slave Ch. 02 - Gift Slave

"Yes, Glow," I said.

She giggled, closed her eyes, and let a calm smile slide across her innocent face.

There was nothing for it but to concede that she was absolutely right. Was probably right on purpose as well. The red dress, the brushing, the sitting between my legs, it had all been part of a plan to arouse, then deny me. Teach me just this lesson. I didn't feel very grateful for it right now, though.

I sat down next to her and start stroking her back. Of course, her smooth, dark skin and happy purring sounds didn't do anything to alleviate my Need. For a few minutes I just stroked and patted her, watching her breathe, watching the shape of her large breasts as they burrowed into the cushion. She was so beautiful. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I should just sit here and watch her and think about how I ought to be the luckiest man alive right then?

Yeah, like that was going to happen with this raging, throbbing rod between my legs, demanding satisfaction.

After a while I bent over her and started kissing her neck again, like she's asked me to. That produced a lot of happy sounds, so I kept doing it. This meant that I was sort of leaning over her, which made my cock hang free, poised a few inches above her flesh.

The elephant in the room was her butt. Her big, juicy butt. Her butt that moved so overwhelmingly when she walked. Her butt that had earlier spent about an hour sitting on my belly, pinning me. That butt was, through accident or design, now sticking up like an advertising poster to the beauty of full-figured women. Or a trap for horny men.

I leaned over her and placed one leg on both sides of her legs, making sure to keep my cock up in the air. "Can I sit like this? It's a better position for me..."

She chuckled. "Sure. Find a good position."

After a little more caressing and kissing, I bent down and touched one of her butt cheeks with my head, sticking it under her red dress. Precum left a trail as I removed it. "Is this... Can I do this?"

Even more chuckling followed, her eyes remaining closed. "As I said, if you're nice and gentle you have free access. No humping, just show me your appreciation. And remember, we won't have sex tonight."

That was pretty final, wasn't it? That was my cue to have slipped off her, patted her for a few more minutes, then rolled over and tried to go to sleep.

"I'll make this night an eternity in purgatory if you as much as try!" my cock snarled. He had no plans of sleeping tonight.

No, I was staying all right. With my lips at the base of her neck, brushing her black, wavy hair aside, one hand caressing her up and down her back, the other keeping me steady, I set to work. Slowly planting my cock against her currently closed thighs, I let it slide up along her skin until I reached the small of her back. No humping just, eh, stroking.

Then it was back down again, using my cock as just one more massaging tool, rubbing and poking and tickling at a pace that was doing me no good. This was the lazy handshake taken to the extreme, and now I was forced to restrain myself instead of Viola doing it for me. And there was no happy ending coming my way. This was torture.

"I'll let you squeeze my balls as hard as you wish if you just let me come," I begged.

"And so he was enlightened," she murmured. "But no. No sex. Be quiet and let me enjoy this."

Some time later I felt I was going to have a meltdown. I was just getting hornier and hornier, but there was no relief for me. I knew that I was unable to come without Glow's explicit permission. To tell the truth, I had verified this. I had tried taking matters into my own hand, tried for a few intense, muscle-tearing minutes under conditions which ought to be perfect for a most awesome display of male messiness, but there was still that block inside my mind that prevented it from happening.

"Enlightened once more," Glow said. She had of course had noticed my attempt.

By rights this should have made for a very, very bad night for me. Glow was about to slip into some sensual dream where she was being pampered by her needy husbands and slaves, and I was about to remain sitting here, biting my nails, wondering if a cold shower and thinking about different kinds of sports would eventually quench the fire. Hoping to get to sleep at last, I got off her and lay down on my back, panting, gasping, staring up at the bamboo sticks meeting in the middle of the roof.

Then, the strangest thing happened. Glow shifted in her half-sleep, spreading her legs just a tiny bit.

"Don't stop," she murmured.

I paused, then sat back on top of her and resumed kissing and stroking her back. My cock I kept away, dangling just out of reach.

"Did you mean this?" I said.

"Don't stop," she muttered again.

"This, too?" I eased my cock into the widening canyon between her legs, scraping against both sides. There was still not room enough to reach anything interesting.

"Yes please, you horny bull."

"But I thought-"

"Let me feel your frustration." Giggle.

Really? I thought that's what I'd been doing for the last hour or two? What I'd just managed to get under control? But when she spoke, it was like the flame was lit again. With a flamethrower.

I went on rubbing against her legs in the vain hope I would be able to pry them aside from sheer perseverance. Didn't work. Then, when I had managed to slip off again, she once more shifted, widened the gap a little, and made such unhappy sounds that they forced me to return.

The next time this happened, though, she left an opening that was so large that I reached up into an area where the going was suddenly slippery and wet.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled and got off her again.

She growled.

"I won't be able to stop myself."

"Don't stop," she muttered.

"Do you mean-"

"Don't stop."

"But Sprite said-"

"If you're trying to get me to beg, I'll pay you back a thousand times! Don't stop!"

I didn't have to be told five times. As I mounted her ass again, she pushed it up and spread her legs properly.

"Thank you, Glow," I whispered as I began pounding on her. "Thank you so much."

"No orgasms. That's actually what Sprite warned us against."

No orgasms? Then why was I doing this? It was only going to get so much worse for me. The answer was that it was impossible to stop. She fit me perfectly, and her muscles squeezed and caressed as I worked on her. When I tried to stroke her back some more, she reached around and grabbed my wrists, forced them under her body, made sure they found her breasts.

Not that they were hard to find. She had the largest tits I had ever seen in any woman, and I began fantasizing about sucking them and being smothered by them as I moved. I buried my face in her hair, kissed it, made very bothered, very pleased sounds.

"Thank you!" I yelled.

"This was not how it was supposed to go..." she moaned.

"No..." I moaned right back at her, lying through my teeth. "It wasn't..."

"I was supposed to be sleeping..."

"No..."

"And yet I am here, letting a slave have his way with me..."

"Yes..."

"I've never done that before..."

"Mhm... Mhm... Mhm..."

"But I haven't had sex for two months, not since the men were taken from us."

"Ngh! Ngh!"

"So, I'll allow it. Just this once."

"Ah, ah, ah!"

"But no orgasms."

"Please..."

"I mean that."

"Please..."

"No, slave."

"Please..."

"Silence!"

So, I fucked her in silence for a while, and it was wonderful. It was pure pleasure. The intense sensation of just sliding in and out of her was coupled with that of gently massaging her huge breasts and the scent of her long, dark hair. My whole body, my whole existence was dominated by her sheer presence. I wanted to be swallowed up inside her, I wanted her to straddle me and pin me like she'd done before and make me feel so trapped and imprisoned that I couldn't move any muscle that was not taking part in rocking my hips.

Outside the night was calm, except for a gentle breeze making its way through the hut, doing its best to cool my steaming body.

I yearned for her to take control. Maybe tie my hands with the ribbon she had worn in her lovely hair. Maybe make a leash out of it. Maybe direct my pace. Maybe scold me for being too slow or too weak. Maybe reach back and slap my balls for any minor infraction.

Then, listening to her soft, sleepy moans, I was enlightened again. Being a slave wasn't about demanding such things. That would make her my slave, and not the other way around. Being a slave was about finding joy in making her happy. And what she wanted right now was just for some lucky guy to fuck her until she fell asleep. The manner in which that lucky guy dealt with lying awake and waiting for the inferno in his cock to die down, would go a long way to suggest how much of his slavery was genuine or just about demanding gratification.

Of course, this lucky guy got turned on by this thought, too, so he found new strength and began to work away at her butt with firm, measured thrusts. I listened for the feedback I got from her moans, tried to keep pace with her breathing, the natural rhythm of her body.

She was so beautiful, lying there with he angelic face at peace, hair all over her back and cushion, glistening under my lips. Her curves were so feminine and natural, swaying in tune to my movements. I felt so happy that I wanted to cry. I didn't care if she had three husbands and another gift slave, I would still beg to be allowed to stay with her and worship her along with them.

My cock throbbed and wanted to explode and add ecstasy to this mix of tender feelings, but it was not allowed. That was fine. I would survive.

After a while Glow's moans got a bit more, how can I put it, irritated? She growled now, more than she groaned. I didn't ask her if anything was the matter, didn't want to disturb her in case it was a dream that had taken hold. Eventually, though, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Come on, Sam," she hissed, opening a brown, large eye, looking at me. "Give me what you got, and I'll give you what you need."

"Huh?"

"Do it!"

"But Sprite said-"

"Forget Sprite! She's not in charge here, I am. And I want... I need you, Sam! Do it to me without speaking a single word!" With that she arched her butt up even higher, letting me thrust even deep inside her.

I had no need to speak, since my lips were busy kissing her hair and her neck. She reached out and locked her hands on my wrists, making sure they did not desert their post as a stand-in bra. All the while, her head was resting on the side, her eyes watching me.

Watching me with desire, a small glint appearing with each thrust. Watching me with puzzlement, trying to ask me what was going on. Watching me with fear, just as if desire had overcome her, too.

The scented candles on the table were flickering in the wind, giving her an otherworldly look. Otherworldly beauty.

"Sam..." she moaned. "Sam, this is just too good. I love it, Sam. I love what you're doing to me."

I wanted to reply, but she'd refused me to speak, so I just glued my lips to her throat in an attempt to tell her the feeling was mutual.

"You're taking me so high, Sam!" she said. "I've never felt just like this... I need this, I need it so bad! I need for you to be my slave. For now and forever. I'll never set you free, I'll keep you for the rest of your life! You belong to me! I don't care how you feel. I mean it, Sam. I need you. I..."

Tears came to my eyes, and she saw them. Where our gazes met there was a super-highway of emotions running between us. She was about to tell me something, something that scared her, something that she'd never said before and never wanted to say.

"Come for me, Sam! I don't care about Sprite! Come for me, take me to the Lady's Paradise and blow my mind!" Her body began shaking just as my balls began sending shock waves up towards my cock.

"I love you!" she hollered.

"I love you!" she screamed.

"I love you!" she howled.

"I love you!" she whimpered.

"I love you!" she cried.

***

A few minutes later I was lying with my arms around her, patting her hair, hugging her so close that I had to restrain myself not to break her.

She wept, and her beautiful face was not used to tears.

"I love you," she sobbed. "My life is over. Why didn't I listen to Sprite?"