Hopeful Sin, Bk. 2, Ch. 5

Filliandari

They entered the third level and fought their way to a normal hallway where the worked stone wall had a breach broken through it. Entering it, it was clear that this area did not belong. No flagstone floor, uneven natural walls, and utterly dark. Before lighting a torch, the only light she saw was in the twin pinpoints of red that were Eris' eyes. They wandered the dark caverns until they found a small cave tucked off the main line. Here Eris deployed his tattered tent.

While he was setting it out, Filli asked, "Do you know a way to get to Vedoris from within the Labyrinth, Eris?"

He considered this. "Yeah, three days, generally north. Takes us near Drow territory. Five days if we swing wide through kobold warrens. Why?"

"If you're alright with it, I'd like to invite a couple of James' friends to join us."

His eyes narrowed and he was clearly thinking of a sausage fest.

She grinned at the expression, exactly what she'd been expecting and waiting for. "Women, Eris."

"Oh..." he said casually, "just to ahh... hang around with, huh?"

"Hang out, help make things safer while we travel down here, help reassure Law that I'm not surrounding myself with evil, horrible creatures... and maybe join us in the bedroom on occasion, if they're interested."

Tent completed, he held open the flap for her. "Maybe join us in bed, huh?" He smirked.

"It'd be entirely up to them." she said, waving James in before following, "But... yes. It's not fair of me to expect you two to be patiently waiting in the wings for me to be done with the other, and if I'm bouncing between both of you all the time, I'll end up incapacitated by sex."

"How very logical. Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to be with another woman?" He led her upstairs. She noted a pair of suits flanking the main bedroom doors. They moved to block it after the couple entered. No James in here tonight.

She closed the door behind them, trusting James would be able to settle in on his own. "Which is why I asked James for his preference. You are my husband... even if I have whatever the male word for a "mistress" is," she wrapped her arms around her husband. "You are mine, and I'm yours."

"I don't have a problem with other women. But I might have." He grinned and led her over to the foot of the bed. Then he reached up and took hold of one of the dangling chains before taking one of her hands and lifting it. This... was new. She had not been restrained yet.

She knew, though, that he would never truly harm her, and she allowed him to lock her wrists away, having faith that whatever's to come will be pleasurable to both of them. "I didn't think you would... but I'm glad you don't."

He reached under the bed and came back to her with a rubber ball fixed between two leather straps, like an off collar.

Her brow arched at him as he returned to her, and she asked, "I'm going to be sore in the morning, aren't I?"

"My love, the only way you will see morning is if you are still awake." He pushed the ball into her mouth and fixed the straps.

She shivered at the promise, her body aching with need already, the climax she'd been denied earlier making her so much more eager.

He kneed and spread her feet, securing them to the legs of the bed. Now she was suspended and restrained. Open to him as he started removing her armor.

She was shivering, a purely psychological response to being helpless and stripped, even by someone who had her trust.

Soon she was naked and completely at his mercy. He returned to the bed and got in his gear and retrieved his flensing knife. Surely James didn't bother him that much!

She tensed, a trace of fear answering the sight of that. He wouldn't harm her. He wouldn't. He was not what everyone told her he was...

He stood in front of her, the razor edged blade, used to shear the finest layers of flesh, fat, and muscle from animal corpses in hand. He lowered it and traced it along her inner thighs. "You know, I love you," he said oh so sweetly and casually...

She still shivered as she held herself as still as she possibly could. One wrong move and she was gutted just as easily as any beast.

Then he pressed the flat to her mound and slowly, carefully, drew it across. As she braced for the searing pain of being skinned, instead she heard the sound of hair being sheared.

She closed her eyes, relief sweeping over her, even if she knew he wouldn't do such a monstrous thing to her... helplessness and irrational fear had a way of taking over.

But soon for the first time she felt cool air brush over her moist mound, unhindered by the thick curls, and her clit warmed as Eris's breath washed over it.

She shivered, and her eyes opened again, looking down for her beloved.

He was delicately finishing up and with the razor sharp blade he had left her perfectly smooth. He sheathed the blade and lightly traced her mound with his fingers.

She shuddered hard as her body finally relaxed, voicing a low moan as he traced her now highly sensitized groin.

He started to kill and licked the smooth sensitive flesh, slow and gentle.

She moaned again, and her eyes closed as she shifted her hips forward slightly, inviting more.

He didnt take her invite, instead he rose. "I am going to torture you tonight. And for the rest of the week. I am going to use this opportunity to reprogram you a bit for my own desires. Do you object?" He was basically asking if she trusted him not to reprogram her in a way she would resent. She should have little doubt he can do what he says.

She blinked at him, and then gnawed on the gag in her mouth. She would like specifics, but could not ask....

He smiled, knowing this. "Yes or no will do." Did she trust this demon she vouched for?

Fuck it. She was already all in with him. She could always tell him if something made her uncomfortable when she was no longer gagged, she thought as she dipped her chin in a slight nod.

"And, any promises you make in this condition are binding?" He reached down and started to rub her. "As long as they don't go too far, by your definition."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. But he did specify by her definitions, which should mean that he knew promises regarding James would be a breach of her trust in him... She dipped her chin down again.

Satisfied that she was prepared, he kneeled and resumed kissing her smooth mound, but now also stroking her moist silky slit.

She moaned softly, and relaxed as much as she was able to in her position, settling in for whatever her husband had in mind for her.

Once she was almost oozing he slid a pair of fingers into her, gently stroking her sensitive pussy as he gently worked her up, not getting her off yet.

She was highly responsive to him, her body twitching and shuddering, especially now, with no cushion of hair getting in the way of her ability to feel absolutely everything.

His fingers scissored and soon he was stroking both willing holds, fast, slow, now edging her.

The denial did its job quickly, and it was not too long before Eris had her moaning pleadingly and straining against the restraints that kept her helpless to him.

He rose, reaching down to stroke her slit far too slowly. "First condition. Only I will be allowed to use artificial restraints on you." She was not quite out of her mind.

She nodded once. That was reasonable, and earlier that day had been the first time James had shown any inclination towards dominance anyway.

He smiled. "You may have to face the Dark One someday. You need to get better at negotiation. You should have refused until I offered to let you climax. Oh well." He knelt and resumed devouring her. Fast, slow, and agonizing.

If she could speak, she would have been saying some very un-saintly things as he continued her torture. As it stood all she could do was take it with tormented moans and whines while her body grew more and more sensitive.

He was careful to avoid numbing. Pausing to stroke her smooth mound and caress and squeeze her firm ass. She felt tricking down her inner thighs and was 100% certain it was not his saliva before he rose again. Her clit protruded a good quarter inch from her hood at this point. "Now, you will agree to your promise breaker. If you violate any of the commands I give you, even outside this room, you agree not to climax again until I let you." That was him trusting her. If she let James restrain her, she would be obliged not to let him make her cum, even if that means telling him they cant have sex or foreplay.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She did not answer for a few moments, before slowly dipping her head.

He winced. "Still dont want to cum, huh?" He kissed her lightly sweat sheened cheek before going to their toy drawer...

She whimpered as he left, looking after him pleadingly, the logic of her pleasure twisted mind having told her that if she just agreed unconditionally, he would let her cum.

The sight of the two dildos in his hands nearly made her cum and broke her mind. "You can cum after you agree to forgoing future contests. You and your toy can have rest breaks. I get the night as your husband. And anytime you want to convince the two of us, you can have us both. Oh... and once I start this, it might be a while before I notice you nodding..."

She whined quietly. She could not make that kind of commitment, not right then when it would mean James got nothing beyond a couple hours with her a day, doomed to spend every night on his own...

"You will agree..." He purred in her ear before he tucked his head, unable to see her, as he started to lick, nibble, and suck her nipples and the dildos slid perfectly into both her holes, more than lubed with the excitement leading down her crack and thighs.

She shuddered, the penetration alone nearly enough to pull an orgasm from her desperate body, and the immediate tension on both informed him of this as soon as he tried to move them.

His mouth widened and he bit hard around her Areole to distract her before resuming, slowly, so very slowly, inch after inch, in and out of her.

She was shuddering uncontrollably now, so close to ecstasy but unable to get there as she openly sobbed with pleasure.

He spent a lot of time on her breasts. Not looking up at her to see if she caved. The dildos slid in and out together. Alternatingly,. Together again. Slow, or completely still. Always filling her to perfection and keeping her teetering on the edge. Here was a master at work.

As the minutes ticked by, she crumbled a little bit at a time, weeping openly as her hips jerked, sometimes forward, sometimes back, sometimes seeking escape, but mostly trying to get that last damn bit of stimulation that would send her over the edge.

He slid the rear one in all the way and then used the front one to stroke up and down its length through her pussy. When even this slow steady stimulation threatened to send her over he slowed even more before looking up. "Agree?"

Agree? What was she agreeing to? By the Gods, she couldn't be expected to remember after eons of torture, could she? But would he let her cum if she said yes? Didn't she make that mistake before? Gods she wanted to cum!!!

Even unable to hear her thoughts bouncing around and colliding off of each other, Eris could see her desperate confusion and need in her eyes as she panted and gasped without giving him even a hint of an answer.

He slid the front one in all the way, filling her completely, before pressing his thumb to her clit. So close! "Agree?"

Her hips jerked forward into his hand, her eyes lighting with frenzied desperation as she tried to grind into his thumb.

He kept his thumb just out of reach. So much for having it all, he threw her a bone to shatter her. "New deal. I will give him one night a week. You give me the rest."

Him. James. Right. James alone. One night? Not yet. Not now, not until there were more... but that meant he'd just keep doing this to her... No, no, no... She began to sob harder as she shivered hard enough that the chains holding her rattled.

"I will let you cum if you say yes..."

Even gagged, her scream of anguish was fairly loud as he promised to give her glorious release, all she needed to do was nod... One more little nudge, and he knew she'd break, no matter how much she didn't want to.

He started carefully sliding the rear dildo in and out. "New deal. I will give him two nights. You will give me the rest."

She was still weeping with need, and this time she had nothing left to hold back with. Her head dipped in the slightest of nods.

"Good girl," he purred... and continued sloooowly stroking in and out of her. Now he kneeled and began to delicately lick her swollen clit, keeping her from numbness. But still not letting her cum!!! His hateful demonic voice filled her mind. 'You didn't make sure I would let you cum. You should have waited...' and 'New deal.' Erasing the old one. The one with the blessed promise of release.

She screamed again after it became abundantly clear that he was not going to allow her to cum again, actively thrashing against the restraints before for a few seconds, before stopping and sobbing, her clit so hard and sensitive that any more than the slow, delicate licks he was inflicting on her would be enough.

While she would swear hours went by, this leg of her torment only lasted a few minutes. Her entire body was covered in sweat. Aching with need. It felt like her clit was inches long, though it was still just a quarter inch protruding. Her mound was red and puffy with need. He summoned mage hands to hold the dildos, stroking when she relaxed. In the meantime he secured a spreader between her knees and a submission belt around her waist. Finally he released her hands one at a time securing them behind her so she could not please herself. All the while keeping her on the razor's edge before she was freed and moved to her knees.

Filli proved remarkably simple to manipulate, barely requiring a prompt before her body moved into position. A brush of his hand here, a press of his fingertips there, and soon she rested on her knees, gazing upward into his eyes, her own wide orbs glazed with sheer desire and pleasure. Her hands made no effort to reach for her aching groin, offering only a slight wince as her shoulders protested being pinned in a new position.

"You are my slave," he stated simply. "You will submit and be submissive. I'm going to remove the gag, and you will remain silent." All simple statements, all designed to best work with her state of mind, one his own recognized with a predator's understanding. He gently ran a hand over her golden hair, and the red in his gaze deepened as his blood warmed as he gazed down at his beautiful wife. Would that he truly could tap into the depths of his heritage...

While invisible hands kept the dildos sliding in and out of her body, Fili's fractured psyche welcomed the simple direction, fully surrendering to her husband's dominance. Deep down, she recognized that release would remain out of reach unless he commanded it, and that knowledge was all she needed to recognize the truth of his statements.

While soft, needy moans escaped her throat with every thrust of the toys into her body, Filli nodded silently, agreeing with his directives, although neither of them needed her acknowledgement for what they both knew to be fact.

Eris slowed her torment while undressing, revealing the hard form beneath, his body more than beautiful, more than perfect--truly, he was blessed every bit as much as she was, herself.

Her gaze remained fixed upon him, her mind conjuring the sensation of his heat against her body, the warmth that had chased away the cold loneliness that had been her life for centuries, every inch of her craving the feel of their bodies pressed together, yearning to be filled by the glorious length presented to her. It was good that he'd slowed the pace of the dildos. Even in her state of absolute obedience, it was unlikely that alone could have prevented her orgasm with such vivid sensations rushing through her from the mental images alone.

Eris advanced, bringing his hard shaft within her reach. "Do you remember how to properly worship, Priestess?"

Filli didn't hesitate to accept his invitation and leaned in, voicing soft, humming moans against his thick shaft as she started with licking and kissing its length, her eyes fluttering for a moment before she lifts them back to his, making his shaft throb against her lips in response to the image, one he committed to his memory.

"That seems like mere lip service," Eris taunted lightly. "Is your faith so weak?"

Taking the cue, she used her tongue to guide his shaft into her mouth, her wet lips stretching around his girth and she started to slowly bob in and out shallowly.

"Very good," he murmured, the hand on her head sliding to cup the crown, gently guiding her forward. "All the way, my love."

Her eyes watered as she pushed herself, sliding deeper, deeper, until the head of his shaft pressed against her throat. A bit more pressure, and he slid in, stretching her neck as the pleasure-drunk woman pulled the object of her absolute desire deep into her throat. The moment her chin met with his balls, the twin dildos inside of her started to move faster, making her eyes roll. She held him there, reveling in the sensation for a few long seconds, before pulling back, and finding the pace slowing with her motion as Eris clearly indicated his desire.

Thoroughly motivated, Filli slid back in with a muffled whimper that choked off as he glided into her throat, now properly worshiping that object of her devotion as she accepted the lack of oxygen that accompanied fucking her throat and being rewarded with endless bliss.

Yet, even as she worshiped so perfectly and the toys moved with agonizing speed, the wicked man standing over her did not say that one, beautiful, necessary word...

Abruptly, Eris pulled from Filli's throat, leaving her gasping as the dildos followed suit, leaving her suddenly emptied and reeling. "Get in the bed," Eris commanded, the heat in his voice making her clit throb.

Filli rose passively, a wobble in her step as while she'd spent plenty of time on her knees in religious worship, it had never once been while being railed in both orifices. She made it to the bed and slid in, laying awkwardly on her back as her arms remained locked behind her.

Retrieving the larger vaginal toy, he followed her onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He hauled her knees to press firmly against her chest and drove inside her in one fluid motion--his cock plunging into her rear while the toy filled her cunt. "Cum!" he commanded.

A loud scream of pure ecstasy ripped from her throat as both her holes were once more stretched and filled, her body clamping around him instantly as she obeyed her master's command, releasing the pent up pleasure with pure relief and gratitude.

"Don't you dare stop," Eris growled, driving ruthlessly into her body with hard, quick thrusts.

Filli's conscious awareness of the night started to fade in and out as minutes yielded to hours. Finally, when it became too much, she pleaded for her husband to show mercy on her poor mortal mind and allow her to sleep, a plea he granted by gently rocking her into sleep's embrace with soft thrusts of his hips, his red eyes glowing with pure adoration

Elsewhere...

Another dive into the dungeon netted Jayden another collar and a boon on top of it. The process of receiving the gift of power had been excruciating. Fortunately for Syrafin, her delight in watching him writhe in agony had gone unnoticed. They had emerged with a new companion after the other was banished into the deeps, defiled but pure as the Man in Brown required. Vyndronel the Wood Elf was a strange creature, one whose open adoration for Syrafin and Astrafyr amused Jayden to no end. He hadn't even needed to collar her to gain her acceptance to join his ventures. Her roommate Becca, a human of fae descent was a bit more of a challenge, and a vial of Compliance was expended to secure her company. While not an adventurer, the fae-blood was a jewelcrafter, a necessary addition to the household for the sake of a steady income. While Vyn was weaponized to control Astra, Becca's fate was that of tool and toy. The time was soon coming when they would depart to the next step in the Campaign.