Volume 9: Dungeons & Dragons
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It was surprisingly difficult to make out any details of exactly where we were. Over the decades, I had become used to the efficient outdoor lighting provided by the PA, always enough to see adequately in the direction of one's gaze, but without wasteful use of energy to illuminate places which no-one was actually looking at. As I stepped from the car, following Dragon who was leading Lyanne on her leash, all I could see ahead of us was a doorway in deep shadow, relieved only by a single light source. Dense foliage on either side formed effective hedges - nothing to be seen there. Behind me, the car itself stood on some dark roadway and it was impossible to see anything beyond the vehicle itself. The door itself was a classic, a work of art: a vast stone archway more than three meters high at the apex, filled with a solid and brooding door in some dark wood, studded at intervals with black metal reinforcements. The door swung open silently as we approached, showing a dimly-lit stone passageway beyond. We entered, and the door closed behind us with a solid thunk. "Welcome," Dragon said solemnly, "To my lair." Again, he held out a formal elbow for me to take, which I did. Lyanne looked eager and moved on ahead, tugging at her leash. Dragon smiled indulgently and let himself be drawn forward by her enthusiasm. Kimono rustling, we followed Lyanne down a flight of wide stone stairs. The corridor opened out into some vast open space. The room was dark all around, obviously underground, and so large that it was not easy to judge exactly how big it actually was. There was pool of light some way off, which Lyanne led us towards, still tugging keenly at her leash. A heavy table, formed from the same dark wood as the door, stood in the center of the source-less illumination. Its surface was dotted with metal chains and buckles and leather restraints, although I had little time to study them in any detail. Lyanne crawled up onto the bench, again suddenly cat-like, and lay back, her eyes alight with anticipation and immense sexual appetite. "Bind her," Dragon instructed softly. I did as he said, fastening the restraints around her ankles and wrists so that Lyanne was lying spread-eagled on the wooden bench. Dragon produced a small tube from somewhere and handed it to me. "My favorite lubrication," he said, "Use it to fuck her for me." I unscrewed the lid and squeezed a little of the oil it contained onto my fingertips and sniffed it. I immediately recognized the scent viscerally, although it took me a moment to realize consciously what it was. The massage oil smelt of semen - a particularly fine example, in my educated opinion. In a flash of insight, I guessed that the lubrication's perfume - although probably synthetic - was derived from Dragon's own cum. I nodded appreciatively and drizzled a copious quantity of the oil over Lyanne's pussy lips. She twitched and gasped as the coolness of the oil struck her skin. I oozed more oil on my fingers, then rubbed them over her generously lubricated folds, separating her lips and teasingly toying with her around her opening. She moaned at my touch, louder as I stimulated the area just around her cunt. She was clearly ready for me, horny after the warm-up sex at the party and no doubt just a little frustrated after the one-sided sexual encounter in the car. I quickly slid two of my oiled fingers right into her, and was rewarded by a cry of delight and excitement. I started moving my fingers in a circular movement, stimulating the sensitive areas just inside her opening. Her cries got louder, and her pussy got wetter, her own juices mingling freely with the lubrication Dragon had supplied. I fucked her harder now, forcing my fingers into her and withdrawing them again and again. Sensing her need, I used three and four fingers to open her wider, my hand thrusting again and again against her hot thighs as my fingers intimately explored her vagina. I was beginning to appreciate just how incredibly flexible and sexually accommodating Lyanne actually was. She was quite possibly the most sexually capable Norm woman I had come across in ages. "Lyanne should take up a much more, shall we say, accommodating position for us, don't you think?" Dragon suggested to me. He pulled on one of several chains that hung down, presumably supported in some fashion from the unseen ceiling. The shackles that bound her ankles moved in some complex way, drawing Lyanne's ankles back towards her head and leaving her dripping cunt and shapely ass entirely exposed for our pleasure. "Remember, you're not to come," Dragon breathed in her ear, "Not until you've been given permission." She nodded, then said, "Yes, Master." He was incredibly wet and open now, and I was soon able to slip my entire hand inside Lyanne's gaping vagina. She clearly wanted more, reveling in the intensity of the sexual sensations as I fucked as hard as I could. It was an intense experience for me, too, fisting this willing and capable slave-slut while knowing all the time that, actually, it was me who wanted to be penetrated, fucked, abused, just like this. I felt myself putting all my physical tension, my own sexual frustration, into the force, the violence, with which I was thrusting my whole hand and most of my lower arm inside this slender girl. Dragon stepped forward, bending down so that his face was close to Lyanne's. "Very good, my girl, very good" he said softly, barely audible over her pants and moans, "I think you're ready." Dragon deftly unclipped the leash from Lyanne's collar. She came immediately, instantly reaching an incredible climax - one which must have been building for the last hour or more - and bucking hard against the restraints and shackles which bound her wrists and ankles. Her orgasm must have lasted for at least a minute, and Lyanne screamed loudly for the entire time, interrupted only when she drew breath to scream again. I wanted - no, I so needed to come like that.
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Part 1