Dys-Romance (Tags inside)

Story by khatorine

Dys-Romance

by Khatorine

(Mistress and Apprentice - Scene 1)

(Female-Futa, Light BDSM)

The sound of hooves trodding over the ground sounded in the distance.

Thud, thud! Their bodies rocked the bedpost against the wall. One

body crashed into the other like the waves of the sea. Sara dug her

fingers into Morgan's back. Morgan pulled Sara down on her hips.

Both women whimpered in heavy breaths against eachother's flesh.

With a whinny the horse reared on its hind legs, stopping just shy

of trampling Sara.

"Step aside," Morgan commanded from atop her horse.

"As soon as you hand over your valuables," Sara stated, wielding a

long dagger.

"Really, a dagger against a horsed woman?"

"Not just a dagger," Sara grinned.

From the trees lining the side of the road bounced out an imp with

yellow eyes and a long nose. It began to gather balls of fire to its

hands.

"Yazzip, convince the woman."

Morgan broke out into laughter, taking away Sara's steam. "That imp

is almost as pitiful as the dagger you threaten me with."

Yazzip's fire began to diminish the moment he heard Morgan's

laughter and he dove behind Sara.

"You're dumber than that imp..." Morgan leaned forward and rested

along her horse's neck.

Sara growled at Morgan.

"Let me show you a real demon, Whelp."

Morgan dismounted her horse. "Ake na tu de'rah! Zak ald ne maddeh!"

she chanted. A shackled hand burst through the earth and soon

another. Before long they were pulling a hulking eight foot demon

out of the ground. The creature had a flesh, pale with green like

that of death. It groaned and turned its furious eyes on Sara.

"Zegazzar would love to eat you," Morgan smirked. "But I'm giving

you a ch--"

"Can you teach me?" Sara interupted. Her eyes were more full with

admiration and a lust for having such power than the fear that

should have been instilled with the presence of the creature.

"What did you say?"

"Apprentice me, you're a Demon Caller, right?"

"Yes, but--"

"Apprentice me then. I'll serve you and learn from you."

"I have no ne--"

"I'll pack your horse, take care of all your things."

Morgan paused for a moment to consider the proposition. "You know

that the moment you try to prove you're better than me by killing me

off I'll destroy you?"

"I understand, Mistress."

Sara's muscles began to tighten. She could feel Morgan's tightening

as well. Taking a deep breath, she waited. Then she felt that final

crash as Morgan splashed into her body. She cried out long until her

muscles released and she lay whimpering on the bed.

Morgan leaned over Sara to steal a kiss from her soft lips. Her own

followed the kiss with a smirk.

"One of the most important rules in Demon Calling," she spoke

through bated breaths. "Is to bind your demon..."

Morgan took a leather strap from the nightstand and tied Sara's

hands tightly behind her back. She followed it with a strap at the

ankle of either leg, tying them to opposite bedposts, keeping Sara's

nethers spread.

"And if you get sick of their talking..." Morgan took a piece of

wood wrapped in leather and pushed it between Sara's lips and teeth.

Sara tried to turn to spit it out, but Morgan was quick and tied

another leather strap to keep it tight in her mouth.

Morgan pressed a kiss against Sara's lips, trailing down her

jawline, nibbling her neck. Her hands grasped either breast and

began to knead them, molesting Sara's nippled with the tips of her

thumbs as she did.

Sara shivered, but after let a soft coo to follow each kiss. As her

breasts were given attention she began to writhe, not getting

anywhere, only causing the bed to tap out noises on the floor or

groan as she stressed it.

With her tongue, Morgan, left a slick track of her salive on Sara's

flesh, leading to one nipple. She traced the areola, then pressed

her lips around the nipple. Her tongue rolled the nipple as she

began to suck.

"Ngh!" Sara wriggled and whimpered.

Relentless, Morgan continued, teasing either breast until both were

pink and tender. She moved further downward, caressing Sara's inner

thighs, nuzzling them almost as if she had mean to be sweet.

Suddenly, she slapped Sara's mound.

Sara sat up quickly and screamed against the gag in her mouth.

Obsenities broke on the piece placed in her mouth, leaving only

mumbled crumbs for ears to digest.

In response, Morgan slapped Sara's sensitive breasts, which sent the

woman back to the bed, arching in pain and pleasure.

"Don't you dare talk about your mistress that way. You're lucky

she's pleasing you!" She grinned and pinched Sara's clit.

She shrieked against the gag and thrusted her body into another

curve. Sara crumbled again, breathing heavily.

"You're really excited to be fucked again aren't you?" Morgan said,

gently petting Sara's mound.

She nodded, swallowing a whimper.

"Good, you're being honest!"

Morgan pressed and dragged her tongue over Sara's moist lips. "Mmm,

you taste so good once you've been used..."

Sar

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