Mission Irresistible Ch. 5

This is basically an erotic Sify story and this is definitely not hard science, it is more of a sexually erotic story set in space. It is a continuation of the League of Planets series but now it is a major player in space and needs agents to find out what is happening around them. Since the League started out as a hedonistic playground, the agents are female and use their sexuality to elicit information from other planets.

Of course all characters are over 21. The Mission Irresistible Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the first Part of the Mission Irresistible series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories or twists on this series please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Mission Irresistible

Chapter 5

Word spread through the planet, their God of erotism had been brought to life by an off-worlder woman of extreme beauty and wild passion. The priests began to worry and began to foment a plan to keep power, while the resistance worked to find a way to take that power away from them. So, when Lyra and Eros came out of their bed chamber they were met with conflicting uprisings.

When the door to the bed chamber opened the temple was packed with people that overflowed outside. As their God Eros walked out naked everyone fell to their knees but when Lyra came out, also naked, murmurs of awe, appreciation and pure lust reverberated through the chamber. For most of the populace this was there first chance to see the woman that brought their God to life and they were memorized by her stunning beauty and elegance. Granted she did look slightly disheveled and walked kind of bow-legged from a full day of wild lovemaking, but she was still gorgeous.

Lyra walked beside Eros as an equal and this confused the populace, but as their God Eros wrapped his arm around her, everyone understood that their God had chosen his woman. Before they could embrace Amun walked up to them, bowed and in a respectful voice said, "Lord Eros and my lady Lyra, you two have changed everything. May we convene a conference to bring all our peoples together and create a glorious new world."

Lyra and Eros looked at each other and nodded. Eros then responded, "That will be our plan to create a new equitable and fair government, trade and relations with The League of Planets and also include our sister world Chiron. We will begin as soon as everyone can be assembled."

However, Lyra had a distant look on her face, reached up and pulled his face close to hers and whispered to Eros, "I need to go to my ship, report to the leaders of the League, get dressed and then I will be back."

Eros nodded his understanding and they parted. Eros went to the dais where he had been held captive for so long and his followers began to gather round; he began to calm everyone and began to preach to them. Lyra headed in the opposite direction and before she was outside, she borrowed a pair of sandals and a cape, wrapped it around her and began her trek to the ship. Before she left, she had a feeling of evil and looked to see the priest staring hatred at her.

As she began her trek to the ship she thought about everything that had happened. The wild passionate and unending sex with Eros had left her drained, but still tingling and very sexually satisfied. He was amazing and definitely a God in the bedroom. However, the look from the priest convinced her that this battle was not over.

When Lyra arrived at her spaceship she was exhausted from the walk and from the all night marathon with Eros. Her body still tingled, and she would occasionally have a tremor as her body remembered the epic wildly orgasmic night. Once inside her ship she showered, laid down for a two-hour nap and when she awoke, she felt clean and refreshed.

Her first job was to contact the sultan on Chiron and get a commitment from him to come to the meeting between Eros, Amun and her as the representative of the League of Planets. The objective of the meeting was to add both planets to the League but also create a mutual trading and diplomatic relationship between the two planets.

The sultan was stunned that Eros was not still a statue and was now alive. Lyra told him the whole story about the priests attempt to torture Lyra on the statue of Eros and how when he came to life everything changed. Ultimately, the sultan agreed to attend the meeting and would be prepared to negotiate trade and diplomatic relationships.

Lyra's next call was to her boss. It took multiple tries to get him on the communications system and when he heard about two planets creating diplomatic relations plus a trade and diplomatic relations with the League of Planets, he had to gather several groups of people before they began hashing out what needed to be done.

Everyone was ecstatic with Lyra's successful trip. She had not gone into detail about all the various ways she swayed the leaders of the two planets, but everyone was overjoyed with the success. She spent four hours going over all the details of what needed to be done and in the end, she had to go over her notes again to make sure she wasn't forgetting something.

After all the diplomatic wrangling she sat back, relaxed and had some of her special bourbon in celebration. She really felt like another nap, but she had been gone for almost seven hours and was afraid that her lack of attention might have created problems between the groups.

Lyra decided that she needed a sultry outfit to clinch the deal and chose a virtually see-through body suit. It had a beaded bodice that hugged her breasts while at the same time showing their gorgeous shape and presenting her enticing nipples. The top had a halter neckline with a racerback. The midriff was skin-tight and very sheer. The bottom was basically a thong cut high on the hips and showed off every bit of her legs, hips and buttocks.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew she would have all the representatives eating out of her hand. She smiled knowing how they would all react. Lyra gathered her notes in a little folder and strutted through the spaceship hatch. The minute she stepped out of the hatch two massive arms grabbed her in a bear hug that she could not escape from and before she could scream a smelly cloth was pressed to her face. Her head spun and her knees weakened as she slumped in the arms of her captor.

Lyra ached as she was rocked back and forth in a rickety old land vehicle. She faded in and out of consciousness and wasn't aware of where she was going or how long she traveled. She woke sometime later with her arms bound in manacles of some sort and pulled high over her head. Her feet were off the ground, but she could stretch her toes and skim some kind of hard surface. She couldn't see where she was or who was around her because she had a hood covering her face.

Lyra tried listening for sounds or anything she could identify and then a voice she recognized began speaking. It was the voice of the priest that first tried to sacrifice her on the altar of Eros. "This witch has used her sorcery skills and succulent, tempting body to master our god, Eros."

With that Lyra felt her body suit being ripped from her body. First the body suit was ripped down the middle, exposing the insides of her breasts and second tearing tug completely ripped open the top, exposing all of her breasts. Tugs on the bottoms and back completed stripping the body suit from her glorious form and now Lyra was totally naked, except for her face still covered by the hood.

Lyra listened to the silence as everyone there ogled her spectacular body. She could feel the eyes caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She could feel the eyes roaming down her chest lifted and her ribs bulging against her skin. She felt the eyes wander down her stretched and shrunken belly, leaving a tiny waist and a shallow space between her hips. Her muscular and shapely legs framed her pouting womanly mound.

Lyra felt the level of passion begin to rise and she knew that currently her only weapon was her seductively naked body. Long ago she mastered seductive and erotic dance and now was the time to use it. Her hips began a slow weave drawing attention to her pouty mound and almost immediately she heard gasps, moans of desire and the heat in the room began to rise.

Within the limitations of her current bound state, her torso began to sway, drawing eyes to her bountiful breasts and engorged nipples. Coupled with her erotic hip movements Lyra felt all eyes watching her breasts tremble and belly shifting her hips side to side. She felt the desire in the room increase, heard mummers of appreciation and want while she smelled the scent of desire.

The priest felt himself being seduced by this stunningly erotic woman and before he could stop himself his hand cupped Lyra's breast and pinched her nipple. Lyra smiled under the hood knowing that she had the crowd and even the priest under her control. But her smile was quickly dashed as the priest shouted, "So you're trying to use your beautiful body to bewitch all of us, just like you did to our god Eros. Bind her to the rack."

Lyra felt her legs spread and her feet locked into some wooden stocks. Her legs were about two feet apart, just enough to give the priest unfettered access to her dripping pussy. His finger caressed her pussy lips, and he sniffed smelling her arousal. He yelled again, "Finish binding her!"

Lyra felt the manacles being released and began to thrash around in a fruitless attempt to escape. Her legs were firmly locked into the wooden stocks, and she had no way to escape. Several pairs of hands grabbed her arms and laid backwards over an arched wooden wheel and her hands were locked in a new pair of manacles. She felt the stretch and knew that her body was even more spectacular in this arched position. Once again, she began a seductive shimmy showing off her taut delicious body.

The priest shouted, "Oh no you don't. Enough of your seductive dance. This is why dance is outlawed. Do all of you feel the carnal nature of this woman and how she is trying to conquest you? Well, that won't happen."

Lyra heard and felt the ratchet click and felt her arms being pulled away from her body. Her back was now flush against the arched wheel. Another click from the ratchet and her arms were stretched further and after another click from the ratchet some of the vertebrae in her back popped.

With each click of the ratchet, Lyra felt her body arch even more with vertebrae popping and her arms and legs feeling the strain. The priest ran his hands over her tightly stretched belly, and he could feel her muscles dancing under her skin. This woman had a power he had never seen or felt, she could seduce without even trying. Her body drew you in and you had to possess her.

With every touch the priest felt her seducing him and as hard as he tried, he couldn't resist touching, stroking, caressing or teasing this woman. He had screamed that this woman was a witch, but that rhetoric was for the masses, but now as he stroked her tightly stretched skin, he began to believe in her sorceress powers. He had to pull away, but every touch sucked him in further.

Lyra knew what was happening. Every touch transferred more nanites into his body. This was her special power and whenever someone touched her nanites were transferred and the sexual link started. Once the nanites began she was irresistible, and no one could stay away from her. The sultan, Amun and Eros had all succumbed to her succulent body, aided by the relentless nanites and now all of them would never be satisfied unless it was her.

The priest pulled his shaky hand away from Lyra's soft, silky skin and shout, "Prepare her for the sacrifice. Bring me the Diasics and prepare the oil."

The priest stared at his shaking hand as he grabbed a hypodermic of the tray. He spoke to Lyra as he plunged the needle into her left breast very close to the nipple, "These Diasics are a special concoction of aphrodisiacs that will drive your lustful cravings through the roof. By the time we are through you will be insane with needful cravings and will die never reaching the climax you so desperately crave."

He took another hypodermic and plunged the needle into her right breast next to the nipple and finally he took the third hypodermic and plunged the needle next to her clit. The priest knew it would take a few minutes to begin working and he pulled the hood off Lyra's head so he could look into her eyes and see the pain, the longing and the cravings. The minute his eyes met hers, his desperate need to touch her hit him full force. Her witchy ways had captured him and he was lost. Her perfect body, sexy movements, innocent yet seductive face and deep all-seeing eyes, would never let him go.

In a shaky voice he demanded the sensitivity oil from the acolyte next to him. He poured a small amount of oil onto Lyra and began to rub it into Lyra's right breast. He rubbed more and more of the oil into her skin while touching her satisfied but also increased his craving to touch her. He felt her skin warming, her muscles trembling and saw her eyes beginning to cloud over with lust and her lusty moans drove him on.

He made sure to rub the oil into the places where he had given her the shot. He knew from experience that the oil would enhance the Diasics and the combination would have any touch send blistering passion through her body. But if he touched her nipples or clit her mind would be lost in wild uncontrollable cravings.

The priest gazed upon the incredibly beautiful woman bound and contorted into a painful and yet sensually artistic position. Her beauty was a source of delicious awe, coveted erotic cruelty and a source of pitiless torment. His hands roamed over her tightly stretched skin and enticing womanly curves rubbing more and more of the sensitivity oil into her body. His eyes took in every movement as she squirmed underneath his touch with her muscles dancing in her torment and needful desire.

For Lyra her torment was a mixture of excruciating stretching agony while at the same time wild untamed, blistering sexual cravings. It was a mixture of crazy erotic need and the anguish of the painful stretching. It was an itch that she couldn't scratch or escape from and she began whispering to the priest, "Fuck me, take me any way you want, just fuck me."

Her witchy pleas were not lost on the priest and the temptation and while deep inside he knew that if he gave in to her demand, he would be lost. But he couldn't stop touching her, tweaking her nipples, her clit and everything in between. His cock was a bar of steel and ached to take her just the way she begged and he began to disrobe.

Two of his acolytes grabbed him shouting, "The sorcerous is bewitching you and you mustn't give in. Resist master and let us take you away."

The priest fought them because he had to touch her, torment her and fuck her, but the acolytes pulled him away and more came to help. Everyone knew that if she could seduce their priest, there was no help for them. Everyone began to move away from Lyra, when the door burst open and their God Eros entered shouting, "What are you doing with my woman?"

Eros looked at Lyra bound in a backwards arch, stretched within the limits of her body. While he had no idea of the Diasics or oil, he knew they had been tormenting her. Still, she mesmerized him and for a moment he froze staring at the most incredible sight. Lyra was so stunningly gorgeous, but stretched and bound the way she was, well he had to take it all in. Every part of her wildly erotic form was shown and presented in spectacular fashion.

He could see that her arms and legs were stretched creating a magnificent definition of all her muscles as they fought the stretch on the rack. Her belly was thinned to the point of being a taut, snare drum tight strip of flesh joining her hips and chest. Her rib cage was pulled tightly away from her belly, defining her ribs against her skin and constricting the skin around her breasts. But her breasts were enlarged and seemingly reaching out to be played with and nipples were engorged aching for his attention. Likewise, her womanly mound was presented in a pout pleading for his touch.

He walked slowly to her, drinking in her stunning beauty, twisted into even more gorgeously defined erotic beauty. Looking at all her seductive parts, each begging in its own way for his attention. He never thought he would see Lyra more gorgeously presented than he had before, but now she was. He bent over her looking into her eyes desperate for his touch.

With Eros hovering over her everything had changed. She was no longer a kidnapped victim, bound naked, stretched on a rack with Diasics and oil feasting on her vulnerable flesh. Instead, she was her lovers submissive, bound wide open for his use and pleasure. Instead of the terror that filled the last two hours, now there is a passion, that only makes it known when you give yourself freely to your lover.

Throughout the horror of the last two hours, this was what she had dreamed of. She had desperately fantasized of her lover taking her however he wanted and yet showing her how much he cared for her. His passion filled love making was heaped on her during her most exposed submission and only then did she achieve her most treasured nirvana at the hands of her lover.

There was one other thing she had dreamt of and that she wanted to feel him inside her, reaching deep inside her with his cock and finally pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. She wanted to finally feel her lover actually make love to her and drive away the pain and torment. All the things the priest had heaped upon her body made her ready to really feel love, passion, wild rapture and orgasms galore.

Eros kissed her ear and whispered, "I have had dreams of finding you bound and at my mercy, but I will never abuse you or take advantage of you. It's because I love you, but oh how you tempt me. Just seeing the muscles of your incredibly gorgeous figure writhe and dance under your skin is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I want to touch, tease and coax your passion, until you experience a nirvana that you have never known. But you have to want it too, so until you tell me you want me, like I want you, I will refrain from taking you."

Lyra had a lump in her throat listening to Eros's loving verifications. She knew that he was a good and solid man and was the only man that would not force himself on her, but if she asked he give her the orgasms she needed to banish the pain. She swallowed hard and whispered, "Eros, my love, I have had the same dreams as you. All through my kidnapping I dreamt of you saving me and then making love to me while I was bound in a seductive pose. Please, take me, tease me, make love to me and leave as your woman. Take me, leave your seed inside me and mark me as your woman. Please Eros, I can't wait any longer. I need you; I need your love and I need you to show me what our passion feels like."

Eros had his answer and leaned over to kiss her expectant lips. The kiss was deep, loving and didn't end until they both ran out of air. He nibbled her ear and passionately whispered, "I am going to show you all the love I have for you and when I am finished, no one will ever show you the kind of love and rapture that I will. You will no longer be a sacrifice but you will be my lover and my woman."

His hands swept over the hills of her perfect breasts and valleys of her tiny, shrunken waist, all while igniting fires wherever they touched her bound figure. His fingers and lips fanned her simmering need into a roaring bonfire of desperate hunger and Eros was feeling her erotic appetite. While his hands were busy coaxing a steamy carnal craving from her squirming body, his mouth wrapped around her throat like a lion taking down prey.

His mouth nibbled her delicately exposed neck sending erotic chills down her spine. Taking her throat left her very vulnerable and exposed him, yet she freely arched her neck into his voracious mouth. It was all very primal and yet one of the most erotic moments of her life. Giving him her most vulnerable throat is a very primitive form of submission, and one she eagerly embraced.

Eros tried to suck as much of her softly delicious throat into his mouth as possible, but the ropes around her neck kept getting in the way. Eros pulled back his face and stared for a few seconds at the anticipatory anguish on her face. He had no idea what she had gone through during the past two hours, but he had seen her bound tightly nude on the ack. She was almost bound in a circle around the rack. Bound as she was, he knew his cock would feel monstrous inside her. She had been punished enough, now was the time to show her just how much her lover loved her.

Eros slid his middle two fingers through her womanly lips and began to drum his fingers against her G spot. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked her clit until it peeked out from under its hood begging for some attention. His lips left her throat so his mouth could ravish her inflamed nipples. Only when her strained moans and gasps told him that she was getting close to her desperately needed orgasm did he move his mouth back down to cover her throat.

Nobody could do the things that Eros did to her. He played her body like an instrument in dueling banjos. The muscles in her stomach cramped, trying to throw her hips into a passion-filled dance. The more her hips tried to churn passionately, the tighter the ropes constricted all around her. The oxygen-rich blood going to her brain was restrained and she began to feel giddy and lightheaded. However, at the same time it was getting harder to breathe and panic began to set in.

However, in the midst of these new feelings, one of the most powerful orgasms of her life ripped through Lyra's bound form. She tried to thrash within the confines of her bondage, but it was mostly her muscles dancing a mambo underneath her skin and the ropes only seemed to get tighter. Lyra felt as if she was going to die, but the bliss inside her body made it all worthwhile. Suddenly, Eros's arms looped around her body and loosening some of the ropes grip around her.

She took deep gasping breaths as his exquisite torturous climax exploded through her body and inside her head. She could breathe again and before she was even aware of that fact, oxygen-rich blood rushed into her brain. The fiery orgasm inside her brain was now fueled by richly needed oxygen and her superheated climax exploded into a supernova. The lights in her head blinded her to anything except the rapture given to her by her lover.

Her stumbling scream of wild passion echoed throughout the chamber. Lyra's body thrashed back and forth on the rack, tightening and loosening the ropes and fueling her incendiary climax. She was in a delirium unlike anything she'd ever felt, but she was also frightened with the periods of not being able to breathe. Her lover gave her some security, because she knew he was there protecting her.

She had no idea if these incredible climaxes were the result of the aphrodisiacs, other sensitivity torments the cult had put her through or was it Eros's love being gathered inside her. This was her first time to have a man make love to her while she was stretch on a circular rack and she never wanted it to stop. She didn't think it could get any better, but then she felt Eros's lips nibbling, licking, sucking and feasting on her pussy lips and clit. This orgasm exploded inside her like a nuclear bomb; she couldn't breathe and finally knew why an orgasm means little death.

As he sucked and nibbled on her clit, massive orgasms piled on top of each other like tsunamis sweeping everything else away. She had experienced orgasms before, but nothing had even come close to how Eros was making love to her now. He was conducting a symphony on her body and mind, sending her into a space and time she never knew existed.

The minute Eros began feasting on her pussy Eros was addicted to the delicious taste of her feminine nectar. He gorged on her pussy and then clit trying to generate more of the nectar he craved. Her orgasms came back-to-back generating the taste he desired, but her wild climaxes showed him something else. He was addicted to her gorgeous body's wild contortions during her climax. Her legs shook, abs knotted, hips thrust back and forth, her breasts heaved wanting some of the attention. She breathlessly extolled, "Oh God, Oh god, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, give me your cock."

It was the most erotic show he had ever seen and he wanted more. Her screams, moans and whimpers all combined into a symphony of vocal passion, that meshed perfectly with her body's muscular gyrations. Each orgasm was different and unique with the mixture of Olympic class muscular contortions and a masterpiece of blissful vocalizations, yes, he was addicted and had to have more. He continued to give her orgasm after orgasm until they merged together into one continuous climax. He only quit when his cock was desperate for her as well.

She had never felt him move but suddenly felt his cock sliding into her spasming pussy. Her head tossed back and forth with needy passion glowing in her eyes. She felt his girth stretching her and chills ran through her body. Eros saw the skin of her stretched belly begin to elongate as her snare drum tight skin showed his progress into her pussy. Watching his monstrous cock's progress plow inside her taut, thin belly was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

This was exactly wanted she had been waiting for and oh, it felt deliciously carnal. She felt him going deeper and deeper stretching her wider and wider and it took her breath away as he never seemed to stop stretching her and going deeper inside her. Oh God, it was everything she dreamed of and more. Her whimpers and moans were loving music to his ears, "Oh God, Oh god, you're so deep inside me, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, give me your cock. I want it all!"

For Eros, Lyra's pussy was a slippery, satiny vise that squeezed his cock while at the same time coaxing it to slide deeper inside her. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to and he had found another thing about Lyra that he was addicted to, being inside her. He had to stop a couple of times when a climax rippled through her pussy and she constricted his progress of going deeper inside her. He was amazed staring at the definition of his cock presented underneath the taut skin of her belly and the sight was beyond rapturous. He also had to stop because her satiny vise pushed him close to his climax and he was not even close to being finished making love to her.

A whole new round of frenzied contortions wracked her fevered body as she felt his cock slide deeper inside her. It felt as if he was in her stomach and she had never imagined feeling him this deep, but the euphoria of having him inside her drowned out any fear. With all the orgasms that pummeled her she never felt the anticipated pain of her stretched body, it was just a glorious feeling of being filled completely with his cock. As deep as he went inside her, she still wanted more, deeper, harder, wider, oh God wanted more!

As he thrust inside, her legs rippled and shook and her raw throat began to scream her orgasmic fever, "OHGODOHGODOHGOD... FUCK... ME... FUCK... ME... OH GOD... SO DEEP... NEVER... STOP... FUCKING... ME!"

Eros shuffled over the rack, bouncing Lyra up and down on his cock with each thrust as much as he could in her tightly stretched position. Each bounce created more fireworks behind her eyes as he filled and stretched her like never before. It was excruciatingly rapturous, as his unforgiving and relentless cock filled her to overflowing. Lyra felt his cock slam deep against her cervix and crush her clit between their joined bodies with each thrust. Her whole world revolved around his cock pummeling deep, wide and relentlessly inside her and the orgasms it ignited.

From the very first thrust, she felt her orgasms consume her. She didn't know how it was possible, but his cock seemed to be everywhere inside her. Her clit, G spot, and cervix were all being caressed simultaneously by his massive intruder. Each bounce off the rack set off another round of excruciatingly pleasurable explosions inside her. With her legs shaking and trying to flail back and forth she was still having moments of breathlessness that fueled the bliss coursing through her.

It seemed to her that he was bigger and deeper inside her than she'd ever imagined, but she was helpless to resist him. It was agonizing pleasure bordering on ecstasy and was everything she'd ever dreamed of. Her heart was exploding with the love she felt, while her mind was showered in sparks from their life-affirming coupling. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears ran down her face and she wanted to spend the rest of her life at this moment.

Tsunami after tsunami of ecstasy washed over her as the orgasms piled on top of each other. She could barely catch her breath, and her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might explode. Her big god was sending her into orbit with each lunge and she couldn't imagine anything more perfect. It was love affirming and exactly where she wanted to be. He took her the way she wanted: the way he wanted.

She was free, yet he owned her body and soul. He owned all the orgasms slashing through her. Eros loved, adored and protected her, guiding her and making her his queen. He filled her mind with wonder, passion and awe while the bliss exploded in her body. He was wild as he thrust into the willing sweetness of her body. Lyra eagerly gave him her all, as her gift to the man she needed.

He pushed her hard against the rack, continuing to fill her with more orgasms than she could count. Each climax was more searing and fulfilling than the last, creating a sky full of beautiful unrelenting fireworks. With the rack supporting her, one of Eros's hands slid through her silky hair and grabbed a fistful of it. His fist jerked her head backwards exposing her delicious neck. The jolt of pain and pleasure rippled down her back as his lips and teeth claimed her neck.

Her veins throbbed beneath his voracious lips in this very primal act of domination. The sacrifice of her neck had always been a very primitive and symbolic sign of submission. Lyra's exposed neck told Eros that she trusted and believed in him. The erotic chills of having him feast on her neck only enhanced the rapture she felt as he filled her with his cock.

Eros was gorging himself on Lyra as she offered her body in loving sacrifice. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed through her until she was all heat and light. Lyra felt the whole world shake all around her, as if the earthquake inside her skin made it out into the real world. He claimed her sacrifice as his, but gave her his dedication, love and devotion in return. He growled into her neck, "You're mine, you belong to me and you always will!"

Lyra understood the difference between fucking and making love. Her heart and mind were filled with a bone-deep sense of belonging. Every moment they made love; she felt him deeper inside her heart. She freely gave him whatever he wanted, because she belonged to him, but she also knew he belonged to her. That's what she felt deep inside. This was the joining of two hearts, two minds and two bodies. One couldn't exist without the other.

Powerful waves of ecstasy lifted her and swept her effortlessly along passion's sea. She was lifted and carried from crest to glorious wave crest. Only when the ecstasy overwhelmed him and he filled her with his seed, did he tenderly deposit her back on the shore. They clung together as Lyra's body throbbed in heavenly rapture, and Eros's cock continued to pulse inside her. Waves of love, passion, rapture and euphoria tied them together tighter than any rope.

They had survived the priest's plot with their love growing, consuming them and binding them in ways they would never have imagined. It wasn't the ropes, other toys or even the kinky sex; it was a connection neither had felt with anyone else. He had marked Lyra's heart and mind, and she will always wear the badges of his love. She hid inside his arms afraid to let the world intrude and as she felt his arms tighten around her, she knew he felt the same.

Eros had thought that this beauty queen would never open herself up and realize her potential. She had proved him extremely wrong and had given herself to him with the kind of love and passion he had only dreamed of. Once she made up her mind, she was all wind and lightning and he had gotten too close to hurricane Lyra. She had swept his heart away, and while he was teaching her, she had given him the greatest gift a man could have... her heart and submission.

Her smile intoxicated him, while her soft loving eyes tore open his damaged heart. Whatever happened next, he belonged to her and she belonged to him. She had stolen his heart with her soulful longing gazes and with her love and passion. He softly and lovingly kissed her just before he growled, "Don't you ever put yourself in danger like that again! You belong to me now, and I don't want anything to ever endanger my woman!"

Lyra looked at him softly and she knew her distraction had ignited the fear of losing her. She could see the pain of loss in his eyes and the heartache in his voice. Everything about him was telling her that he loved her desperately. She kissed him gently on the lips and with a lopsided grin and said, "Yes lover."

Lyra's smile got bigger as she snuggled deeper into his chest. She kissed the side of his neck and whispered seductively, "My Lover is always right and I look forward to being the object of his punishment again and again."

Eros crawled off of Lyra and began undoing all of the ropes, manacles and chains that bound her to the rack. Only when he had most of the ropes and chains off did he see the damage that the cult had done to his love. She had cuts, bruises and rope burns all over her body and as he picked her up off the rack, he made a solemn vow to pamper her for the next few days. He laid her gently in chair as he made sure the priest and all his acolytes were gone. Finally, he picked her up again in his arms and carried her away from this horrible place.

Lyra wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her face into his shoulder as her long-held deluge of tears were suddenly released. The abuse, fear and horror the last few hours came out of her eyes in torrents of tears and sobs wracked her body. Eros held her tight as he walked through the city heading back to his house.

As they reached the house Eros saw the back door open. A chill went down his back and he knew something was amiss. He turned to look at Lyra, set her in a secluded spot and said, "Something is wrong, wait for me and I'll be back in a minute."