Chapter 0 - Choices

Ilyse Arvernus' eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. This cave chamber wasn't where she'd fallen asleep the previous night.  A chill along her body told her she'd been stripped of all her clothes. The elf got up and looked around cautiously. The chamber entrance was sealed with a purple magic seal, and traces of the same magic ran all around the cave walls and roof.

A muffled "Mmph!" sounded from her side. Ilyse turned towards the sudden noise and saw a familiar face. Ciaran Xanderson was laying on a makeshift bed a few meters away. His arms were tied above his head, and like her, he was completely naked. A strap covered his whole mouth and a chain hung from two clamps on his nipples. The elf found herself struggling to not enjoy the sight. Just a little.

"Hello there, and thank you both for joining us in our temporary abode." A deep and gravelly voice sounded around before Ilyse could move to him. "Now, let us tell you both what is going to happen:"

"Arvernus, you shall perch yourself on Xanderson's meat, and ride him until both of you have cum." A second, female but equally deep voice told them. "If you do not, you shall both be left here to starve. If you untie him before you have both cum, you will be left here to starve."

Before they could go any further, Ilyse shot a blast of magic at the wall, but it bounced back and knocked her over. She got up with a groan as the first voice told them "We already thought of that. So nice of your fairy friend to... hehe... lend us some of her power." 

"What have you done to Devany?!" Ilyse screamed.

"Nothing that she didn't enjoy." The second voice answered. "Oh, and you're also forbidden from removing that strap from Xanderson's mouth. Enjoy yourselves."

A small snap sounded around the room and the voices were silenced. Ilyse began to pace up and down the chamber. There had to be another way; there always was. She turned to the wizard, trying not to admire what she saw.

"Ciaran, can you think of any way out of this that doesn't involve...you know?" she asked.

The wizard just shook his head. Ilyse sighed. She didn't expect he would. No doubt they'd disarmed him of his wand, and even if he had it, she doubted he was strong enough to break the seal. 

She desperately tried to think of another way out of this situation, but no ideas came to her, and the more times she looked at Ciaran, the more it sounded like a good idea to just... 

Do it. He looked so tempting tied up there... 

No, she was a Princess of Luxas. She had to restrain such thoughts... 

But it wouldn't be the first time for either of them...

She had an image to protect. A princess couldn't do such things... 

But nobody would know. Except for her, Ciaran and their captors... 

Ilyse could feel the internal struggle tearing her conscience apart. She closed her eyes, trying to focus. Somewhere in the elf's head, words that a witch doctor had told her repeated themselves: "There is no shame in feeling pleasure. It is merely another gift given to mortals to enjoy... it's okay to let go of your standards and enjoy yourself now and then..."

Ilyse's eyes flickered open. She was looking directly at Ciaran. Her eyes drifted to his shaft, slowly hardening at the sight of her naked body. She opened her mouth to ask his thoughts, but remembered he couldn't answer. But she noticed his aquamarine-like eyes looking into hers, and he nodded once. The princess turned her gaze downwards, made her choice, and nodded back.

The walk towards Ciaran seemed to take forever. Time itself seemed to have stopped. That was okay: it gave her time to think about where to start. She couldn't take his shaft as it was-it was too dry so she'd... have to wetten it. To her shock, Ilyse found her looking forward to such a thing. She clearly still had to control her desires. She wasn't sure how, though.

Banishing her thoughts, the princess turned her attention to the wizard's shaft. Her plump lips covered the head of his meat, and she licked the tip, surprised at the strength of the taste. Her tongue circled the top of his shaft and her head sank down a little ways. Her tongue ran along the sides and the wizard jerked with rapture, letting out a deadened cry. She descended another measure, and another, and another, but she felt her nose make contact with Ciaran's crotch. Ilyse was surprised she was able to fit all of it inside her mouth, but that was nothing to the knowledge that she enjoyed this. The taste, the smell, the muffled moans Ciaran made as she circled the head... all of it was so euphoric. She wanted more...

Ilyse moved sideways and swung her leg over him. Her opening rubbed Ciaran's length, and she found herself impatient for it. Hungry, even. She lifted herself up on her legs, positioned Ciaran's meat below her and sank down slightly, feeling if it was in the right spot. After confirming that Ciaran's shaft would enter her when she sank lower, she locked eyes with the wizard. He nodded solemnly and the princess braced herself for a second.

She pushed downwards.

Rather than struggling like last time, Ilyse's entrance was strangely accommodating of Ciaran's shaft. As it took more of his thickness, it stretched wide enough to allow it entry but stayed tight enough to let Ilyse feel every centimeter of it, both length and girth. As Ilyse's waist met Ciaran's, she was a little sad that she couldn't take his strap off; she wanted to hear his moans of pleasure.

Ilyse lifted herself up with her long legs and sank back down onto Ciaran's thickness, an audible slap echoing around the chamber. She shifted her waist side to side, prompting a muffled moan from the wizard. She lifted up and sank down again, and again, the slap becoming a drum's beat as she slowly increased the speed at which she rode him.

The slap sound became more frequent as the elf started to massage her breasts in time with her rhythm. The wizard's hands struggled slightly, and Ilyse knew why by where his eyes were looking: he wanted to rub her bead and make this even better for her. The knowledge made her feel slightly hotter. He was such a considerate lover... Maybe she could reward him somehow?

Seized by a sudden idea, Ilyse gripped the chain attached to his nipples and pulled, riding him harder. Ciaran let out a muffled cry of both pain and pleasure as the elf began pulling herself onto his shaft. Her movements were quickly becoming more fluid, more rhythmic, more-much more-nubile. Her left hand was still massaging her breast, squeezing it firmly. She moved it downwards and she let out a small shrill of pleasure as she touched her sensitive bead.

"Ah! Uh! Oh! Uh!" Every time his thick shaft pushed inside her, a squeal elicited from the elf. She rubbed her bead in time with her riding; each pull onto Ciaran sent a shock of rapture through her entire being, body and spirit. It felt amazing... More than amazing, even.

Ilyse noticed that Ciaran's breathing had turned into panting. So had hers. She could feel the internal pressure building up. Every pull brought them both closer and closer to the brink. Were they going to... orgasm together? The thought excited Ilyse, though she wasn't sure why. She could just keep pulling the chain, keep pushing onto Ciaran's thickness, keep rubbing her bead and hope. 

The pair's eyes met. Ciaran nodded; he was ready. Ilyse returned the nod and bit her lip. A second later, both the princess and the wizard's restraint broke. 

She pushed down onto him one last time and the surge of bliss overwhelmed her. Through her own pleasure, she dimly felt Ciaran's shaft pulsing inside her, shooting his thick, warm seed into her. She tried to lift herself off of him but her strength was gone. Instead, she fell to the side of him, feeling his emission leaking from her.

"Very good, Arvernus." The first voice made the two of them jump. "Very well done." 

A flash of dark blue light cut the bonds holding Ciaran. He took the strap off and spoke "Ilyse... I..." Clearly, he was lost for words.

"Your words are not needed." the second voice told them both. Ilyse was certain she heard the second voice add "I've always wanted to say that." in a whisper. It continued regardless: "We'll allow your fairy friend to leave once you've both left the cave." 

A birdcage appeared out of thin air; domed, steel and hanging from a chain on the wall. Had it been there the whole time? Inside the cage was Devany, lying on the floor, wings fluttering feebly. Upon getting up (with difficulty) and looking closer, Ilyse saw that she was sleeping in a small pool of fairy nectar. She'd been knocked out via orgasm. Again. 

Ilyse heard the seal at the chamber entrance dissipate and Ciaran's voice spoke. "She'll catch up, Ilyse. There isn't any magic blocking her senses here. I don't want to stick around in case the captors change their minds about leaving us to starve."

The princess looked over to him and merely nodded. She had no words for what had just happened. Neither of them did. That was okay though; as the second voice had said, words weren't needed. Ilyse took his offered hand and they walked out of the chamber, finding their clothes neatly folded in a chest near the cave entrance.

As the footsteps faded from the cave, in a corner of the chamber, two hooded figures shimmered into view of each other. The taller of the two spoke with the second voice: "They're gone, Devany."

"So, you think it worked?" Kyran Wolf lowered his hood as Devany's cage door creaked open.

"Kyran, did you not see the look in her eyes? She loved it." Eleanor Bear answered, lowering her hood too. She turned to the fairy "You never told us Ciaran had such a thick cock."

"You never asked." Devany giggled.

Kyran booped his lover on the nose. "Let's not get any ideas. You'd crush him."

"Not to worry, love. I only have eyes for you." Ellie gently kissed him.

"Aw, isn't that cute?" Devany teased. "As much as I'd love to see that, I have to get back to Ilyse. Thanks again for doing this, you two."

"Not a problem." the wolf told her "Though you might want to work on your definition of 'matchmaking' in future."

"Like you've got a better word for it." Ellie told him, smirking. 

The fairy giggled before snapping her fingers and disappearing with a small flash of dark blue. Ellie offered her arm to Kyran, and he hooked his own around it. Without a word, the two lovers departed the cave, satisfied with the day's events.