Growth and Lust Ch. 02 - Tied down

"You must hold her." The old woman said, her voice coming across with the voices of past Tallhee from the other plane. Spoken in a synchronized horror that made their hearts tremble.

They both seized Ginrar by the arms and pulled her away from Roke, Gin fought and pulled but was overwhelmed at the sudden change.

"Roke!" she cried out.

Roke looked at the old woman, before he could speak he watched as her free hand plunged in the stump of where his harm used to be. Digging and clawing at the metal and flesh, he could hear metal hitting the ground as he cried out in agony. He tried to pull away, but the woman's vice-like grip would not let him retreat.

"One from the other plane has deemed you as worthy." she said.

She pulled and twisted as Roke screamed, Ginrar fought to free herself but was soon awestruck at the sight of Roke. The old woman pulled and a set of fingers slowly came into view, beams of light came out and a loud ringing filled her ears. Roke's cries faded out as the ringing became louder. Gin watched as a palm came out connected to the fingers, blood flowed down Rokes side as a forearm appeared. Soon followed by a bicep and even more light.

Soon the ringing ceased, along with the light, the old woman released Roke and he crumpled to the ground. A new red arm attached to his body, Gin studied it in amazement as he now had a Tallhee arm attached to his side. Intricate tattoos adorned its red flesh and a seamless transition from red to the rest of the white flesh of his body left Gin stunned. He laid unconscious on the ground, but breathing steadily. Gin was unable to get to him as the two women still tightly held her arms and had forced her to her knees.

"H-How...did..." she said while looking at Roke, before she could get an answer the glowing eyes of the woman were now in Ginrar's face.

"Someone on the other plane has deemed you worthy," She said to Gin before digging her fingers into Gins stomach. Gin tried to scream in pain but nothing came out, she looked down in fear as the old woman's fingers glowed and watched as her own stomach began to glow. She looked back at the old woman, her mouth unable to close but unable to scream. Indescribable pain racked her stomach as she tried to search for meaning.

Gin's vision dimmed and soon fell to black as she fell unconscious to the floor.

...

Far away from Ginrar and Roke, an aggravated woman stormed through the halls of the Blackstar Estate. She burst into the formal sitting area and instantly found the target of her wrath, she marched towards him seething aggression and ready to pounce on anyone who deemed worthy of her anger. Her brunette hair pulled into a tight bun, and the smell of tobacco wafting on with her.

"It appears he didn't want to come home, did he?" she asked the meek man cowering before her.

"No ma'am, he returned his, ah...arm and stated he would not be returning himself," the frightened man said while extending the severed left arm that was wrapped in a white cloth.

"No matter. He's just playing hard to get. But why did you bring this to me?" she asked.

"Well, his counterpart stated it must make its way to the proper owner, and I, uh..." he trailed off as he worriedly looked around the room.

"So hard to find competent help," she said before turning around and leaving, "Return to the helper's chambers and go about your duties on the property."

With that, she left the room and soon made her way back down the hallway. She entered the library after a brisk ten minute walk and found her computer terminal on and waiting. She typed in the contact info of the Finder she had used before and soon opened a chat.

>>>I need you to find him for me again<<<<

>>>Yes ma'am. Do you have any info as to where he was last?<<<< the man on the other end asked.

'Thats supposed to be your fucking job,' she angrily thought to herself.

>>>He was last at Growth, then he left but not with his belongings that they had on the ship they arrived in.<<<< she hammered out on the keyboard.

>>>Right, I'll start going through the logs and cameras and find where your little pet wandered off to.<<<<

With this, she slammed her fist on the desk, how dare he talk so idly to her, she was Veronica Blackstar, heir to the Blackstar Estate. No one was to talk like this to someone of her prestige, she would get what she needed from him and be sure he never saw a lick of work in this field again.

...

Ginrar groggily opened her eyes, remembering the pain in her stomach she grasped at her midsection and was surprised to see there was no pain. She sat up and found she was laying in a soft bed, covered in animal skins and fur, a fire lit in the corner of the small room and the light it casted lit up the man already sitting up next to her.

"Roke?" she whispered.

He was on her left side, he turned to her while lifting one of his knees and resting his left arm on it. "Hey, you're up."

Gin saw his left arm, illuminated in the fire light, red with intricate black lines and shapes running from mid bicep up. She remembered his pain and felt a sinking in her stomach while remembering what happened. "Your arm! Does it hurt?" she said as she moved closer to him.

"No it's fine, definitely odd, but fine."

He laid down and held his arm up so she could look at it closer, she ran her fingers along its lines and inspected every inch of it. She looked down and locked eyes with him, the hair that had grown in the year they had spent together ruffled in the pillow. His bare chest on display for her, the defined scars contrasting with his soft skin left a mix of hurt and want in her. She intertwined her fingers with his new left hand, she caught his eyes staring into hers.

'I love you.' he thought with his unguarded mind.

She heard him loud and clear and smiled, 'I love you too,' she thought.

Roke's eyes widened and Gin noticed a look of panic on his face, "Roke, what is it? What's wrong?"

Roke looked at her, 'I heard you,' he thought to her.

She started to understand and felt the same panic he felt, 'You heard me. Like this?' she thought.

'Yes' he responded, neither one of them moving their lips.

They both moved to the foot of the bed, Gin trying to wrap her mind around who gave him the arm. Roke trying to figure out why he was given it and why he was able to hear her now. They both thought on it and found they needed to be touching for it to work, his ability was small but he could still hear and communicate with her.

"So...is this a normal part of your culture? Sorry if this is a crude way to ask it, but did a dead guy really give me his arm?" Roke asked as he used his right hand to point at it. "This is unbelievable, so wait, what happens when we die? Do we all go there? Is my grand dad cuttin' it up with a now one armed Tallhee as they laugh about our confusion!?"

"Roke, calm down. There is another plane that my people believe we go to, but we don't have a lot of answers. Please calm down, I'm as confused as you are with most of it. Truth be told, I never really believed in it." Gin said as she turned away, she knew he couldn't see inside her head while they were apart but she still hid away while she thought of her father.

"I guess we go talk to the coven's guiders and ask if they could make any sense of it." she said as she lifted his hand again, she studied it as she sat on the bed. He got up and stood in front of her. They were both naked and she saw his flaccid cock bounce gently as he stepped in front of her. She meant to study his hand more but found she was looking at his manhood, remembering his want he showed her in the shuttle and how he never released. Thinking of the way it curved upwards when it was hard, and in this position it scraped one of her better, deeper parts.

'Is that what you want?' he thought to her.

She realized he was holding her hand and his dick was starting to grow in front of her. She released his hand and looked up to him, a coy smile across his lips. Gin stammered "This is gonna be hard to get used to," she said while standing.

Roke didn't let her get to her feet, he was soon on top of her, he pushed her back into the bed and ran his hands into her hair and planted a deep passionate kiss on her full cinnamon lips.

'My love, you taste so good,' she thought, and Roke seemed to be egged on by this.

'This will be a fun new twist,' he thought.

She grabbed his wrists and spun them both around so she was on top, his legs outstretched to either side of her and his lips longing for more. 'You need to behave,' she thought.

'That's impossible when I'm near you,' he retorted as he wrapped his legs around her.

Gin held his wrists and felt his legs squeeze around her torso like a lustful snake grabbing its prey, she was caught off guard and before she could calm herself, she passed her thought into him.

Roke saw it clear as day in his mind's eye, Gin had transferred it to him and he now knew how wicked she could be. He saw her sultry figure in between his legs, her strong hands on the back of his knees and pushing them to his chest. Thick leather straps running under her firm cheeks and a thick, fake cock strapped to her front. In her dream, as fast as it was, Roke saw her pushing into him, taking his ass as her own. His puckered hole unable to relent against her as it opened and accepted her.

'You played with my ass, now I get to take yours,' she said in her dream.

Soon Gin let go of his wrists and sprung up off the bed, Roke still laid there on his back, his cock still hard but his eyes unable to look into hers.

"I'm sorry, I would never hurt you like that." she said.

'Do it,' Roke thought. They were no longer touching but he knew she could hear him and see into his mind still.

Ginrar looked down at the trembling man in the bed, he locked eyes with her and slowly spread himself for his lover. Begging to be taken, begging her to claim him in a new way, his body making an erotic offering as he conveyed his thoughts to her. 'Do it Gin, etch your sigil in my deepest part.'

Before she could respond a hard knock came from the door, "Ginrar, you up den? The Guiders want to speak to you and lover boy!" Saffee called out from the other side of the door.

"Ok, we will dress and appear soon." Gin called back out, she turned and looked back at Roke laying on the bed, he had covered himself and was staring back into her eyes again. She saw his thoughts and drew in a sharp gasp.

He showed her in his mind he was imagining her continuing, pounding his hungry hole as he gripped her wrists while her hands were planted on the back of his thighs. Angry, furious thrusts from her hips, forcing the toy in and out of his defenseless ass. Gin grew embarrassed at the depraved dream and was about to tell him to stop, then watched as he imagined her pulling the dildo out, spitting in his gaping asshole, then plundering his abyss again.

"Roke, come. They want to talk to us and maybe we can get some answers," she said in a hurried tone as she quickly hid her face from embarrassment.

"I didn't know you could get even more red?" he teased before breaking out into a laugh.

They both moved to get dressed, but couldn't find the clothes they arrived in, instead, they found new attire the coven had provided for them. Roke put on the pair of simple black cloth pants they had provided, along with a black long sleeve top. The diagonal collar went from his neckline to almost his armpit and had a pair of two golden clasps to close it.

"I like the clothes, but why black?" Roke asked.

Gin had gone into a side room to get ready, she entered the room Roke was in again wearing the clothes given to her. Her hair was braided now and running down her right side, long and black it looked like a quick side braid but still made Roke's heart skip and his cheeks began to burn as he saw the new fashion running down and around her hefty breast.

She wore a long sleeved blouse that seemed to match his but given more room for her ample chest, it seemed to be a little short as it showed off her midsection and almost made Roke's mouth water while looking at her navel.

A simple, tight piece of fabric went around her hips and made what could almost pass as a skirt, and long tight leggings came out and wrapped her luscious curves in the fabric. Rokes could see the muscles of his lover writhing underneath the lewd ensemble. He felt guilty not knowing for sure if it was supposed to be sexy, or respected attire.

She still showed her open toes and heels, but a thick leather strap ran over the top of each foot. Another smaller lace ran from the top to between her big toe and the next in line and secured a sole underneath each foot.

A silver dagger adorned her right hip, intricate designs embellished the sheath and the shimmering handle seemed to be made with great care and meticulous craftsmanship.

"It's to show that on this day, nothing else matters to us. Just us together, devoid of anything else." she said as she approached him. She ran a single finger across his cheek, "Look how red you've gotten, lover boy," and with that she led them to the exit.

They soon met up with the guiders in the main hall of the village, the heads of many households were in their company and many families congratulated them. Gin's mother sat with the elderly woman from before, along with a few others. Gin approached with Roke beside her and greeted them all.

"Thank you, but the celebration wasn't necessary," Gin said.

"We wanted to celebrate," Gin's mother said in a kinder tone than she had spoken before. "We never actually got formally introduced," she said as she began to stand, "My name is Teloo, I am Ginrar's mother. I apologize you could not meet Fenrar, Ginrar's late father."

"Please, the pleasure's all mine. Thank you for your hospitality, and thank you for allowing me to be with your daughter," Roke said as he nodded his head and smiled.

"Thank you for bringing her back in such amazing condition, she use to be qu-"

Gin cut her off, "So has anyone found any information as to who bestowed Roke's gift unto him?"

Another man at the table leaned forward and laid a book in front of them, "It would seem the Prince of Life took kindness on you," he said. The book was open to a picture of a Tallhee man standing in a waterfall and holding cups in his outstretched arms. They could see the designs on his left arm matched Roke's now new arm. "Oh, my name is Yeafell, and I am the records keeper and historian for us."

"Wait, what happened?" Roke said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. At major life changes with the blessing of the guiders, the priest may ask those who have passed on to the other plane for help on the person's behalf. A knot tying is a major life changing event, she reached out to the ones on the other side, and it would seem Tentyur of the waterfall coven saw you worthy," Yeafell said.

"So y'all communicate with your passed relatives?" Roke said in confusion.

"Yes, and they may bestow a gift upon you," the elderly woman said. "The Prince of Life as we called him, was known for sharing our water with other tribes in a time of horrible droughts. He sought to unite all of us and let everyone live off the life vein we were granted." She smiled as she leaned back, "He believed, we as a people needed to come together, and to hide away our gift would only cause strife and distaste for one another."

Roke studied the picture of the man, he flexed his left arm under his sleeve and wondered why he was chosen.

"Roke, wanna give us a dance?" Saffee said as she pulled on the same arm he was confused about.

"Oh, I'm really not a dancer," Roke tried to plead as Saffee led him to the floor.

Gin watched as he was pulled away, she wanted to join him but had another question, she turned and looked at the elderly woman. "You said we were bestowed gifts, but what was I given?" Gin said as she rubbed her stomach.

"Oh my dear," The old woman said as she leaned forward and closer to Ginrar, "I'm sorry Ginrar, but your gift will be more of a trial. You will come to understand it might be something forced upon you, do not hold malice for having to take this on." and with that she leaned back in her chair, whether she could not speak anymore on it or did not know anymore was unanswerable.

Gin's mother, Teloo, listened in and forced a gentle smile while looking at Ginrar, "Go, my daughter, answers will find you soon."

Ginrar reluctantly turned away and went to join Roke and Saffee, Teloo leaned back into her chair and smiled at the couple. Happy to see her daughter returned with a mate that made her happy.

"Do you think she's really changed?" Yeafell asked.

"We can not see for certain whether she has rejoined us as a new being, but when I see her. When I read her. It's hard to believe that's my daughter from so long ago. " Teloo said. "The traditions we used to follow needed to be re-written, if it wasn't for her. Could we really say we've grown as a coven as much as we have?"

The night rolled on and they sang and danced to their heart's content, Roke poured himself another drink and before he could catch the cup in his lips, Gin was next to him.

"Make sure you don't partake too much," She cooed in his ear.

"Oh I can handle myself, don't worry," he said.

"I just want to make sure you don't miss out on all of tonight's festivities," Gin said as she gently grabbed Roke's hand and ran it up her thigh. "The black ensemble we wear is to show we are devoid of thinking of anything else, but the undergarments we don't wear is to show we are ready to take our lovers immediately."

Roke wasn't able to raise the cup to his lips, he could see into her mind and almost feel her wet lips rubbing against one another. The way the hot air between them kissed her exposed folds, he could almost feel her sex dripping as if it was his own body.

His cock now growing and about to give away his desires, he put down the cup and tried to regain his composure. Gin smiled at him, Roke could be quick with a sharp tongue, but would he ever be able to not lose all control when it came to her and the lust they shared for one another.

Gin took him to the dance floor, she soon had him jumping and running in the old traditional ways as the music's rhythm took both of them. Soon they would be back to their chambers, and soon she would be able to sate their desires.

The night passed and they were finally able to retreat to their chambers, he barely made it in the door before Gin had her prey pinned to the wall. He looked up at her, feeling her speeding heartbeat through her breasts that were pressing firmly into them. She reached under his ass and lifted him with ease, as he rose he wrapped his arms around Gin's neck. Their mouths mashed together in an animalistic hunger, searching every inch of each other's cavern with their tongues.

Gin gently bit Roke's bottom lip and pulled back, she could feel the goosebumps raise and his whole body tremble at her teasing. Still holding him, she turned and headed for the bed where she threw her lover onto his back. She grabbed at the top and yanked it off her curvy figure, revealing her ample red breasts swaying in the fire light. The piece that was supposed to work as a skirt was soon pulled up around her midsection.

Roke saw the thigh-high spandex and his mouth went dry, the smooth fabric had the fire light dancing across it as he assessed every curve of her powerful figure. His eyes making their way up he could see single straps on each side, going up along her hips and holding the leggings up with a thin fabric belt around her waist. The bunched up skirt coiled around her tummy right next to it.

Roke could clearly see her exposed sex, dripping and calling him, beconing for attention. Roke hastily started to pull at his own clothes before Gin spoke.