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Click hereShe releases me and turns side-on, then takes several heel-clacking steps up the alley towards the castle. It's done, then. A prison, forever, because if I leave, I'll be utterly finished. Lasyrrix was my shield, but Amber won't allow it.
'You don't get it,' I say, wary but consumed by the need to speak the truth. 'It's far from hell, in there, but it's a prison. A little fucking box. I can't go for walks, can't talk to anyone, can't do anything but sit there, knowing the world goes on, knowing I'm trapped.'
Amber stops suddenly, freezing my blood. 'The mouth on you.' I'm done, fucked, dead. But then she laughs, and actually smiles when she turns. Smiles. The succubus points upwards, beautiful finger erect. 'Do you see the roof, there?'
I nod. 'Of course.'
She points past the castle. 'And the wall, the horizon, far over the way?' I nod again, and she points behind me, at the opposite side, distant but obvious. 'And that one, as well?'
'Yes,' I say. 'Four walls, a floor, a ceiling.'
'That's my room, boy.' Amber fixes me with a deadly, divine gaze. 'Four walls, a floor, a ceiling. Not an inch above or below, or north or west or east or south. Just that, forever.'
'I didn't mean to imply--'
'I get it, is my point,' Amber says. 'Being trapped is the most horrific thing of all, especially if you've known otherwise. At least, in my case, I never have.' She closes the distance, frills swaying, hips swinging, and puts a hand, now gentle, beneath my chin, squeezing around my jaw. 'To live outside of your prison, you need people willing to protect you, given your feeble human constitution, and the value of your race.'
My eyes widen. 'Are you...offering?'
Amber shakes her head slowly. 'My girls are not pets. They are submissives, they are friends, lovers, but I cannot order them to do this.' My eyes, again, lose their hope. 'But I can ask what it would take.'
She leans in, sulphurous sweetness of her breath warming my ear. 'Is freedom from your room worth slavery to my girls, however?'
And again, my eyes widen.
- COMMENTS
rogueKlyntarover 1 year agoMy favorite part of this story is how you go to the trouble of describing each of Amber's... friends:
"Her gang -- subservient to her, dominant over others -- consists of similarly rapacious demons and dominatrices. Thynelleph the Unconquered, a nightmare; Verelyn Bleakmourne, a forlarren "queen"; Telshvala Ash'Karne, a man'ari; Anabella Blackheart, an Apophis; Alannah of the Ancient Grove, a wild dryad "nectar queen"; Jezzana of Tidespring, an Amazon "matriarch"; Tytana Glacios, a frost queen; Morrigan Moradris, a dark elf. A flame-maned horse demon, a grey-skinned forsaken nymph, a corrupt draenei, a daemonic snake-woman, a centauress dryad, a tribal queen, an empress of ice, a blackhearted sorceress. By rights, they occupy almost the same standing as Amber. Their names have every bit the power of arcane incantations."
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"I try to pull away again, only to be thrown across the alleyway. But upon landing, I'm free, my captors for some reason absent. Head spinning, I clamber up onto my feet, finding a rather different scene unfolding. The red orc is cowering, kneeling before a towering flame-maned black horse-woman, a thing of dangerous beauty and power. A sylvan centaur, a wild dryad it must be, blocks one end of the alley while a dark lamia, an Apophis, blocks the other.
Behind me towers a woman with snow-white skin, her hair an arctic blue, eyes coldly aglow, and beside her a beautiful horned thing with ashen flesh, dangerous red eyes. The minotaur, Farrell, has a great hoof upon his chest, pressing deep into the fur and muscles, belonging to some alabaster goddess with great wings and horns. At the door to the pub, a bronze-skinned amazon stands guard, arms folded across her heavy chest. Opposite her stands a pale dark elf, black hair coiled dangerously, outfit leaving little to the imagination."
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoAny updates on possible eta of next chapter? I can’t wait to see where you take this!
Thalaxianabout 2 years agoAuthor@TitaniumPomeranian
Yeah, so this one actually - Mistress Amber - will have lots of different things, but it's a long-term passion project dealio. Sephalla is present in her own story and here, it's because I quite fancy her and she plays different roles. I think of my stuff as multiverse/parallel worlds, so see it like that? But in her story, it will be a lot more switching roles later on, if your thing is male on futa. I will also be writing other things that are very different, as well. I hope this is elucidative!
TitaniumPomeranianabout 2 years agoSo read your other stories two questions one is the nightmare in this story the same one in your other story. And number two while futa on male stories aren't my favorite I'm more a male on futa kind of guy, are all of your stories going to be futa on sub male or is there a chance any of your male MC becoming more equal/switch or dominant in the future.
