Her reasoning made sense as to why she had choosen the gave. His eyes casuallly flickering around the cave as he nodded at her, content in what she had used as an explaination to him thus far. He was unsure what had gotten into her either, though he could not say that he didn't like this side of her.

Oberron did as she commanded without hesitation as his shirt was discarded. Next came t he chains that he tested of course. She was getting much better at the visual aspect of things and while he could dissolve these bonds with the utmost of ease that was not to say that the illusion was poor. On the contrary he was so versed with illusions that he had no real trouble with them as it were.

Physically, if they were real they seemed solid enough. And yet his wife still took command. He realized that she was nerfous et excited at the same time. He delighted in the fact that she was putting forth such an effort, he knew how difficult this was for her, how she had to muster up the courage and yet at the same time be concerned that she was not overstepping her bonds or doing something that he disapproved of.

He nodded for her to continue, ensuring that he was fine and that she was doing this correctly, more the later than the former, not that he wouled have corrected her even if she did a poor job at things as it was more for buiding up her so he gave her this momen

He could always resort to taking on his old form too, Whil his arms would still be restrained he would have various tentacles to work with but the fact that she had sought to “restrain” him indicated to him anyway that she had not wanted that, at least notr initially so he went with playing along for now, enduring the sensations of her pleasant wet body pressing against his own. Those warm lips exploring his skin causing his heart to leap a little in his chest as she moved against him delicately.

But she was only beginning. She seemed uncertain of herself as she pressed back a little though her knees pressing together was a sure sign of her own arousal. He grinned a little, making eye contact with her briefly indicating that everything was alright before that grin faded as he gazed at her lovingly.

Tis was her show to command and he had not sought to ruin it. He was unsure as to what sort of rule she wanted him cast at. Prisoner yearning for release? Yes, he thought something like that as she began to fondle her own breast he growing quiet hard in the process too as he watched her manipulate herself.

He would have gladly given her a aband wanted to and would have if not for the restraints, restraints he was tempted in dispeling to do just that, driving her against the cave wall and having her already, but it was her turn, he opportunity to explore things and so he was as patikent as the King of Storms could be.

Besides, the sooner she was finished the soooner he could have his way with her probably in a fiery volcano or bonfire to test out those shoes, not that he was anxious in getting things moving in that regard, No, that was hardly the case for he had enjoyed every second that he had with her, especially now, and was delighted that she was trying new things. This was a side of her that he did not often see.

His shirt discarded, she noticed that he was breathing a little heavier as her knees pressed together then though, his eyes following the movements of her own hands, jealous at what she was doing of course.

He gazed at her blankly as if the answer to that question should have been obvious, then he grinned at her. “Yes, yes I would like that very much ...”

Alynia had just wanted to try something new. Even though she didn't let it show, a wave of relief washed over her as Oberron nodded. So many times, it was her husband who introduced her to something new. Basically evey time it was her husband who ravished her senseless, and Alynia loved it that way. But sometimes she had to wonder if this put preassure on him... right now without a doubt she wanted it to be the other way around.

She tilted her head with interest as he tested out the chains, she was very glad that they seemed solid enough. Now that she was paying attention, Alynia couldn't help but notice how responsive he was to her light kisses and meandering fingers. It was difficult for her to keep herself in check, her body felt abnormally heightened. The way he
looked at her made her shiver in prelude for what he was obviously planning once she was done.

Wait, this is ridiculous. It was suppose to be the other way around! Alynka flushed, her body had become so sensitive over the years as if it had molded into the way that would be the easiest for him to pleasure her.

Her hands skated across her body, massaging her breast, her lips letting out erotic mewls that echoed throgh the cave only amplifying their sounds. It pleased her to know he was watching her, how his eyes followed her movements. It was breath taking to have all of his attention.

She watched him, his breathing a bit more labored than normal, there was an obvious stiffness in his pants. A slight smile graced her lips as Alynia reached back unzipping the light blue dress until the only thing holding it up were her own hands. She willed herself to let to of the clothing, so it fell with a soft thud to the ground. There she stood, in all of her glory. Bare protruding mounds, a skimpy pair of see through panties.

Alynia stepped forward toward her husband. Her hands first massaged his stomach, then playing tauntingly with the waistline of his pants. Her lips went back to his neck, sucking lightly in prelude to what she perhaps could do. Capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her soft naked mounds pressed into his bare chest, she moaned at the feeling of skin on skin.

Her small delicate hands dipped into his trousers, releasing his erection. "You've gotten quite hard" she remarked quietly giving him a gentle squeeze Alynia gently wrapped her fingers around his long hard shaft. All of her movements were slow and gentle, almost as if she was still unsure, still worried she would make a mistake. Her head pulled back slightly revealing that there was still a lovely pink hue on her cheeks, now the only question was if it was because of her shyness or her ever growing arousal.

A finger nail traced along his shaft, before wrapping her hand around it and giving it a few steady pumps. Alynia kissed him once more and slowly trailed her lips down his body, giving one of his nipples a little bite. She kept going until she was on her knees in front of him. He could practically feel her warm breath so close to him.

"Hmm." She mused as if she was confused. Alynia lowered her head planting a line of sensuous kisses along the side if his cock. "I wonder what I should do this..." Alynia muttered quietly, of course she was teasing. She looked up at him as she licked the very tip. Her large brown eyes blinked innocently. "What do you want me to do?" Alynia asked sweetly with a cute devious grin. Yes, she was going to make him ask for it and just to emphasize her point she kissed the tip of him again, allowing one of her hands to rub tauntingly along his length.

Oh, had he been asked there was no pressure on him. He had thousands of years of experience to draw upon, and she just over two decades old! He could have been seen as a cradle robber, had she been fey there would have certainly been something wrong about being with a “child” and while Alynia was naïve in many ways she was still an adult by human standards of the word so this was all made good.

Still, he enjoyed it when she was a bit adventurous too, often in the past he had to take over something she had iniated. Lately though he had not had to do so as often.

Now he intended to play it by ear. If she had been comfortable to what he proposed then perhaps they would delve down that road though it was clear that this was her time right now to do as she wished, fair was farir after all. Of course, he was king, he could have disregarded the rule but that was no fun if he picked and choose his reults and simply ignored the ones that he did not like, it sort of defeated the purpose of playing those games in the first place. He didn't have to win all of them either and they tended to take turns at other times, such as now.

He tested the chains again more fore effect than anything since they were both aware he could dissolve them. He was entranced by her, watching her with thos violet eyes. Those mewls were inspiring, stirring and so he watched her at work.

“So hot ...” He professed as those mewling sounds increased and eechoed back to their ears.

Divested of her clothing, Oberron gazed upon her, his eyes certainly delighting in what he saw though he said nothing not wanting to spook or embarrass her and thus he allowed her to kiss and teas e him a little.

With each passing second he throbbed, growing larger. He had wants of course, and he was not use to being denied, not since Titania anyway. Still, it was pleasant to be denied just a little from time to time as their mouths touched, smoothing together as her breasts pressed up against her. He tried to maintain that kiss as long as possible having little recourse in keeping her preseent. But alas, that kiss ened as he knew it would.

A soft groan was pulled from his lips at that very enticing contact as she freed him and gave him a squeeze. It was all he could do to not rid himself of those bonds and take her right there though he allowed her to carry on, holding his breath a little, his eyes briefly closed then opened again.

“That's because you do that ...” he professed as he gazed at her with tenderness in those eyes of his.

This was torture, plain and simple as her lips trailed down his body, her fingers pumping against his length in prelude of what she had been intending. Oh, it was clear before she came to rest on her knees before him. He held his breath as he eagerly glanced down at her. A part of him wished he could touch her then and so his hands clenched into fists.

Oh, she was being delightfully evil! The shockwaves that coursed through his body made him groan in anticipation though she had not committed to anything. Oh, he was so going to ravish her and make her pay! But this was his time he had to tell himself as he gazed down at her then.

“What I really want is just to press you back and have my way with you, but knowing that will not be the case just yet ...” he paused for a second, expelling the breath he had been holding, “... I want you to part your lips and swallow it, sucking against it, deep and fast. I want you to taste me, I want to cum in your mouth and I want to have done that five minutes ago, I am that ready for you Aly.”

Alynia bit her lip as he slightly shook his chains again… it wasn’t hard to tell that he was thinking of getting rid of them, perhaps even putting them on her instead. She was glad, though maybe even mildly disappointed, that he persisted. Oberron was growing harder by the second, and it wasn’t hard to tell she was getting wetter too. Alynia moaned softly at the feeling of his warm rod pulsating in her hands; his words made her feel light headed. Definitely affectionate, but oh so passionate at the same time. They way his body shook at her touch made her heart skip a beat. The groans his lips released made her shiver shift from knee to knee in obvious lust. It was easy to tell why her husband loved doing this to her.

“No, not yet…” Alynia responded quietly, blushing at his rather vivid words. Certainly such language turned her own more than she expected. She licked her lips looking up at him with an innocent glance. At first she didn’t respond as she slowly ran her tongue along him, licking the side of it like a popsicle. Very sweetly, Alynia kissed the sensitive tip of his member. “So you want something like this?” With only a second more of teasing his throbbing meat with her warm erotic breaths, she wrapped her lips around just the head of his length, sucking so softly. Her hands went up to prevent him from bucking too harshly into her as she twirled her wet appendage still working on the tip.

At the pace of a turtle, she allowed more and more of him between her lips. Lowering her head to create friction between his shaft and her luscious lips, she let out muffled moans of her own. Once Alynia assumed that he wouldn’t thrust into her, a hand began to help her mouth stimulate him. With her delicate fingers, she slowly massaged his balls the way she learned he enjoyed, her other hand still pressed against him, just in case he tried to buck his hips.

Alynia looked up at him once, taking in his vulnerable position and his hungry eyes peering back at her. She blushed, wishing she could burn that imagine into her memory forever. She then closed her eyes, concentrating on the task at hand. Her tongue ran along the underside of him slowly trying to massage all of him that was encased in her hot cavern. Alynia lowered herself until she gagged slightly before slowly drawing back up. This continued, the slow torturous pace as if she was daring her husband to do something about it.

But before he could, gradually she began to bob her head along his shaft slowly picking up speed. Her sucking increased in intensity, the hand originally anchored at his thigh went down to her breast, massaging her soft hills as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Every time she lowered her head he felt as if he might have been knocking against the back of her throat. Over the years, through practice and careful instruction of her husband, Alynia had gotten quite good at this.

But even though she took him in deeper, her pace had slowed. This was for two reasons. One was to prevent herself from gagging, and two because the hand that had been originally squeezing her breasts slowly trailed down her body the crux of her thighs. Very slowly, she rubbed small continuous circles against her engorged pearl causing her to moan rather loudly. Her eyes squeezed together in bliss, imagining it was her husband’s fingers that were playing with her velvet folds. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Oberron recognized what she was doing to herself. Right now she was being very careful with what her tongue was doing; Alynia wasn’t quite ready to let her king have his release yet.

He of course loved tormenting her to a degree. Barely in the realm of the physical, but in the mental realm or teasing her with something. Eventually he relented, though one thing he was sure she had to realize was that he saw it a bit of a turn on, driving her so close to the edge where she was not allowed to beg for that release. The torment of Tantallus …

One secret that he had never revealed to her was that he wanted her as much as she craved him at those times, he was just far older and thus far more experienced to hide the truth a little longer and come off as the sensible one. He knew patience being so much older so waiting for something, as he was doing now, came easier to him.

His hands were still balled into firsts though as she saw to him.

He groaned in frustration at her words. It was almost as annoying as her smashing all those salt shakers way back when … though in retrospect he could look back and see that as a bit amusing, well played indeed. But he found that she wanted to frustrate him a bit more as she teased him.

Of course he tried to buck up against her though her hand prevented him from really succeeding giving rise to a frustrated groan. She licked and questioned him, to which he shook his head. “No, not like an ice cream or popsicle, but more like a lollipop.”

She complied with the request somewhat as she drw the tip of his rod inside the warmth of her mouth.

She had him, and she knew it. It was her turn and that agreement made it like a promise, one that as much as he wanted to brake he couldn't even as she brought such tortorus licks to his throbbing member. A dab of precum touched her tongue, his eyes closing as he leaned against those chains briefly as he groaned but either managed to hold back or was just caught up in a momuntariy wave of pleasure.

He was grumbling a little under his voice, something in fey though he refrained from doing anything under handed that might brake their deal.

At his wits end she ended this torture taking him deeper into her mouth, moving against him as a groan, deep ang guttural spilled from his lips. His eyes closed, his head dropped down as small waves that grew into larger ones wrapped over him emitting form him in pleasured waves.

She still tortured him with slow movements though, and while his hips were allowed to press into her throat he did show some restraint not wanting to push too deeply inside her moth to the point where breathing became difficult.

Her moans were recognized by him as they swept against his embedded length. He surged his hips forward as much as she allowed. He was her captive now and this was her sentence that she had bestowed upon him in this instant and only she was capable of pardoning him.

Alynia enjoyed this, probably more than her husband would expect. This surge of dominance exhilarated her; the new experience was also fun. She couldn’t remember the last time Oberron seemed so responsive. Of course, he could be playing along giving her the full experience, or she could have just not been coherent enough to pay attention while she was in the hands of her husband. Never the less she noticed now. The way his body shivered when she did this, the way his deep groans rolled of his lips like music. He was muttering too, though Alynia couldn’t hear him enough over the sounds of her lips wrapped around his length to distinctively understand. She recognized it as the Fey dialect, though she could only assume the meaning. Curses? Threats? Certainly he was very frustrated. The idea she was able to affect him in this way was amazing. The thought of the potential consequences sent notable tremors down her body.

As her hands became less restricting, he began bucking softly into her lips, silently pleading her to go faster. She let him, knowing if she denied him too much Oberron might get as frustrated as to release the weak illusions holding him up. Alynia could taste just a bit of precum dribble from the head. Her tongue lapped it up eagerly, relishing the thick sweet substance.

Alynia’s fingers made her mind spiral into a small heaven of her own. She needed this; god the way he responded to her touch was so erotic, she could hardly contain it anymore. His shaft was warm, thick, and throbbing in her mouth Alynia wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to last. First her fingers assaulted her clit, very much like her husband would if he had been handling her. Then slowly her fingers began to stroke back and forth along her dripping before slow inserting a single digit within her folds. It would’ve been very difficult on trying to relieve a bit of her own lust while pleasuring her husband would’ve been difficult, but she barely had to do anymore work as he bucked his hips hungrily against her. Her tongue still worked slowly, wrapping around him and running along every centimeter she could reach.

Her finger slowly began to rock within her, not nearly as satisfying as when her husband assisted, but for now it was all she could do form keeping her needs from spilling over. Alynia was so wet, and surely Oberron could smell it. She had no idea how sensitive she was until her she added another finger, ramming into that one sweet spot Oberron was already so familiar with. Her arousal was peaked, and the plethora of cries was hardly silenced by the length imbedded between her lips.

It didn’t take long for the slow bubbling sensation to build up. Suddenly, as the sensation in her core had become close to intolerable, Alynia pulled her head away releasing his still prominent pulsating erection from the wet solace of her mouth. He was close, but certainly not done. A stream of moans sounded around the cavern, echoing for both of them to hear. Thankfully, outside the storm had grown increasingly violent. It would take brilliant hearing for anyone to hear the heated noises of inside the cavern.

Her brown eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was opened in a small ‘o’, and her face screwed into that lovely expression. Groans and whimpers escaped from her as she herself was so close. Forcing her husband to watch Alynia pleasure herself even though he knew he was so much better at it. Then she came, Alynia felt her inner walls clamp down on those two fingers as her juices leaked from her quivering thighs to cavern floor. She bit her lip, able to restrain any screams to a groan of pleasure. Her breathing was hard, her mounds heaved attractively. As she regained her breathed, she dared blink up at him with that timid expression right after she had done anything but innocent.

One look at his expression, she could tell she would be in trouble if she chose to ignore his throbbing length. Even though the option was tempting, Alynia knew he would get was he wanted in the end. So even though she was out of breath, Alynia wrapped her lips around his dick once more this time not hesitating to take him to the root. Her hands went up massaging any parts of him her tongue could have missed. Alynia swallowed his shaft with enthusiasm and surprising skill. She did not hold back anymore as her tongue twirled around him and she sucked hard, her head met with each of his thrusts. There was no question that it wasn’t possible to take him any deeper than she was. Her eyes were closed once again in concentration. Alynia loved the way he throbbed, the feeling of him was simply amazing. It didn’t take long for him to each that foreboding peak once again, and this time she didn’t stop.

Those were frustrated curses, he knew what he wanted to do but had his hands bond as far as acting out such thoughts. Then there were the areas of gray that could interfere with matters so he had been impotent to stop this in a way. Still, he was enjoying this. Now he was unaware that she was enjoying this so much though he could guess given all the times he had tortured her in such a way, to finally get pay back, though it had taken her awhile to get comfortable enough to get to this stage.

He was trembling inside her mouth, and he was grumbling something about her hurrying up in the fey dialect though he doubted that she would even if he were speaking loud enough for her to hear him.

He wanted to grasp her, hold her, though he could not do that … the chains were stronger now, she had some talent though she was nowhere in his calibur and the only thing really restraining him had been their agreement, that the greatest bond that could bind the fey king and now she was starting to realize it, or so he assumed.

Now, the thing was that she liked it when he did it back so doing so would only encourage such behavior rather than deter it in the future … what to do about that, not that he minded of course …

“Avri taniel,” good girl,[/] He was still uttering in fey though not as much as he pressed insider her mouth with a renewed urgency as if he were racing her to climax. He was aware of what she was doing, could smell her arousal, and just could not wait until she was finished here. [i]Patience, just a little longer Oberron old boy.

He cursed, frustrated as his member plopped from her lips, the chains rattled again, as if he were simply going to brake them but did not pullin up short there. But those cries made the frustration worth it!

There was a reaon why the storm was louder now, more violent, he was frustrated and since he controlled the storm, his sexual frustrations had been taken out on the land. One might have thought he was angry but he was loving this side out of his wife though he had to wonder if there would be a repeat performance after what he intended on doing here. Lost in the moment he did not consider the consequences there but anquished through the moment.

He wasn't so much as glaring at her but staring at her longily before her lips wrapped against him again. There was no stopping his thrusts into that mouth as he felt the luscious heat of her tongue dancing against her, oh, she had to pay for this though in no time she had stirred him back up where he was throbbing wildly inside her.

His eyes pressed closed, his head canting back as he launched a groan out of his lips, one punctuated by a clap of thunder as his essence flowed out of his shaft, coating her mouth as he conatiniously throbbed, each throb bringing forth more of that essence as he slumped, using the illusionary restraints for support.

“Are … are you finished?” His voice weak, slowly regaining strength as his hers opened back up as he gazed down at her.

Alynia was happy that Oberron had lasted so long without simply breaking free and basically attackig her. Perhaps it was only because he had agreed to let his wife have her fun. Alynia was curious for a moment if this situation would have been different if Oberron never made such an accord. There was little doubt that it would be. Nevertheless, it seemed Oberron enjoyed her actions so she was pleased.

He was getting more frantic by the second, rocking himself between her plump lips. She did he best she could to assist in the friction, that wet appendage trying to curl around him in anyway possible. Alynia only was half prepared as the warm sweet nectar of her king flooded down her throat intime woth the dramtic storm from the outside. Her lips stopped moving just as her head was pushed down, and his hips had thrusted up.

Even though he was lodged pretty deep within her throat, a bit of liquid escaped her from her lips dripping down her chin onto her breasts. Alynia gagged slightly doing what she could to swallow that massive amount of hot semen flowing from his throbbing length.

To drink all of it seemed impossible, after a few moment of gulping down what she could tryin not to choke, Alynia felt she had no choice but to breake away for much needed oxygen. Alynia gasped and winced as it seemed that he wasn't entirely done even as she pulled away. His nectar splattered slightly onto her face and breasts, creating a very erotic portrait for him as she peered up at him with interest. Leaning foward she licked the seeping head of his shaft a few more times, relishing the sweet honey taste of his seed.

When she was sure he was clean, she made him wait as she tended to herself. Even though she heard his question, she ignored it. Wiping off her lips with the back of her hand, she licked the essence from there too. Much like a tabby cat would groom itself. "Delicious." Alynia muttered coyly as she cleaned her hand. It was a wonder she wasn't meowing. Instead Soft, wet sounds met the king's long sensitive ears. Alynia did not make eye contact with Oberron, though she could feel his eyes on her, especially as she sucked lightly on a finger that had originally been imbedded within her own body tasting her own juice.

After Alynia was sure Oberron had enough time to enjoy the view she snapped her fingers. Gradually, the rest of his essence evaporated from her, leaving her skin fresh and clean as if nothing had happened.

But the scent of sex still hung in the cave, and the sound of rain pitter pattered only a few meters away from them. Slowly, with shaky legs she stood, facing her husband. Her expression was difficult to interpret. The same desire and shy lust she usually embodied, but conflict as well. She didn't know whether of not to release him just yet. God she missed his touch, but was she prepared for whatever he had planned as revenge? Their eyes met. Those violet stormy eyes made her shiver with want. Yes, in a way he was giving her an option. But the answer was obvious of what he wanted her to do. .

Alynia still did not answer his question, but her lips meshed against his, easily reigniting the fire between her thighs. Her hands slowly wandered to his stomach back up to his muscular shoulders. Her hand gently caressed his face one more time before surely he would more than screw her senseless. One of her own juice stained fingers ran across his lips.

Her hands then went down gently gripping therapist hand of his trousers that never really left his body. She grinded her hips lightly against him, causing soft moans to fall from her lips. God she couldn't take it anymore. Her body pressed against his, those soft neglected mounds shoved against his hard torso as Alnia kissed him again. Deeply and passionately, she was more than ready for him... Probably. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned into his opened mouth.

It was after this long heart felt kiss when she pulled away. Alynia bit her lip nervously and finally she nodded slowly. She gulped, but then it was heard. A soft click of his chains finally releasing Oberron of his bonds.

Would it have been different? Hell, yes, he would have already been making her 'regret' the matter though right now he wanted nothing more than to push into her core, to relieve this anguished sensation though in retrospect had he thought of it he would have draw out her torture for some time …

She was toying with him, making him wait, a game that anyone would have said was dangerous as he was know as Oberron of Storms for a reason. It was a dangeros game that she was she was playing. He had been forced to watch what she was dling to herself of course, even got to press his lips against her own and suckled her finger into his awaiting lips . It was as if she were giving him a spoon with frosting after baking a cake where he greddily lapped at ot to quench the hunger that he had felt.

He was at his wits end, near desperate with want but powerfless to act. Yes, so many things he would do to her though he had to profess he liked things like this he was unuse to being denied anything fir si long.

Suffice it to say that the click of those restraints were unneccessary taking to long t0 axcqomplish. As soon as he had felt the cuffs slacken he was out of them, his hands falling uon her ips as he drove her back with all the utter lust that had feueled through her.

It was clear that he loved her but in that moment they had both needed this.

His skin was changing color, his eyes loosing it, a mass of tendrils sprout from his mouth while others replaced his legs that seemed to burn away as he made that transition, becoming larger. Oh, he wwas going to take her alright!

Oberron's form shifted, he grew larger, his hair melted away and his skin became mauve. Tentacles coiled about her legs pulling them apart. Had he not been so insensed with lust then and there he would have been seeking out her approval or signs of it but he was not so observant now, not so far gone that she couldn't pull him back either if she did so, he still knew her as his wife and would seek to avoid crossing boundries wit her. Still …

His hands reached up, grasping those newly unleashed orbs. The contrasting feel, the wetness of the rain mixed in with the warmth of her body as his fingers pressed against her, tentacles had wrapped about her waist holding her aloft, he leaned forward then, his tongue washing against her neck as another tentacle seized the wet panties, taring them off her with appparent ease.

Oh, if he was still in control of his senses he might have invoked that black barrier across the mouth of the cave or teased her back some though right now he was not thinking of that. Later, after his first release into her he might but for now he moved with a passion, holding her aloft pressed to the wall, tentacles now restraing her wrists, holding her arms in place.

You want to tease … I'll tease but later, first though I'm going to show you just how much I want this, want you.

A tentacle flicked down her wet slit then rose to her backside sliding against the crack of her ass as he coated her there with her own juices, a musky scent rising from his body as three cocks, one large one in the center of two smaller ones appeared beneath the mass of tentacles that comprised his legs.

The central one was quiet large and already angeling to her core, the tip of it touching her as he gazed at her. All of it, Aly ...

A threat or a promise? Was she too be punished or rewarded? With his new appearance she had almost forgotten that he was still fey, that this might have been his original form at one stage but it wasn't now, no, not now ...

She let a soft squeak as he was released. His hands immediatly went for her, wasting no time at all. Alynia let out a sharp yelp as he shoved her in the cave wall. How quickly their positions had changed. How easily she was at his mercy. Oberron seemed so eager, so motivated and impassioned, She could really do little more than to acquiesce. Alynia moaned softly feeling the heat of his skin press against her, it was like he had lust radiating off her. His proximity was intoxicating, her mind had already been hazy, now it was just an incoherent mess. There were not many places she would rather be than pinned against a wall by her king.

Alynia whimpered softly as Oberron's form began to morph once more. It was more difficult to accept the first time, at least this time around she had a vague idea what to expect he would look like. Still she shrunk back, pressed her bare back into the wall she was already pressed against. She couldn't watch so she turned her head away, but he was stil growing larger until he was towering over her.

She risked a glance and then whimpered with apprehension and fear. This form was bizarre and terrifying, there was no way around that. Thankfully, her arousal at this point was booming, if anything the fear only hieghtened her senses. She stuttered wordlessly. Perhaps she was tryig to tell him to stop, but she couldnt string syllables into proper words. His eyes were an empty pearly white, it was hard to read any expression on such a face, but it certainly didn't seem like he had any intention to stop.

Alynia struggled instinctively as tentacles wrapped around her shapely legs and thighs prying them open to reveal a very soaked pair of panties. She was light, thus her body was easily manipulated with his overhwleming strength and size. The feeling of smooth rubbery flesh carressing her skin was above strange, but not entirely unpleasant. It was just different than what she was so used to.

But of course these thoughts had no place within her mind as his hands seized her breasts dispelling any thoughts sje might have had about not wanting this. She cared her head back letting out a strangled groan of pleasure. If her body not felt so possessed by her desires, it was unsure whether she would be so obedient to this form of his.

"Ah-!" She cried out in shock as a tentacle looped around her waist promptly lifting her up from the ground.alynka knew he was strong, but it was honestly rather intimidating. She let out a shuddering moan as he ran his tounge over her nape. Another tendril forced her arms over her head with and impressive force. Alynia let out a cry as he tore of those panties that were doing close for nothing to her now. Now she was completely open to him. The way she was splayed out before him allowed him too see every detail of her dripping sex. Though she tried to squeeze her thighs shut, the position he bound her in left little room for resistance.

She looked up at him as he spoke, or rather releied words into her mind. Those large brown innocent eyes staring up at him with fear, but unmistakable lust. Alynia wasn't suppose to want this, but he felt so amazing. So exhilarating.

"A-AH!" She yelped, the reaction immiadte as a tentacle stroked along the wet slit of her sex. Her body shook to such simple touches. She arched foward in vain trying to avoid the wandering tentacle that slid near her forbidden entrance. A stream of whimpers left her lips as he slowly rubbed her ass, obviously intending for something to be imbedded inside. "W-what do you mean by all of it?" She stuttered quietly. It wasn't hard to tell she was still terrified, but she trusted him. Alynia could not find the mind to protest, nor was she bold to beg for more.

She watched, wide eyed, as more appendages appeared. Not mod tentacles, he had more enough of those. Then if they were tendrils then they had to be... Alynia blushed still so easily flustered. Why did he have three? Why were they so big? Would they even fit inside her? She would obviously find out soon enough as his central shaft was already wetting its tip against her wet entrance. Would it hurt?

All she knew is how heated her body felt, the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. At this point Alynia still had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Any second by now she was going to be taken by a monster. Alynia blinked at him fearfully, afraid to admit she wanted this too.

She was in trouble alright, the moment she had said she was finished he had nothing to restrain him, nothing to hold him back. She could feel that first hand as she was pushed against the wall forcefully with a passion that he possessed for her, an eagerness that she had generated just by simply being herself and there was little she could do to abaait his passions. The king of the fey, the king of storms if you will, was inflamed now with this unyielding passion. It was like lighting a match while among barrels of gasoline, you couldn't complain when one exploded setting off a chain reaction amongst them and consuming you in the process.

Even as she stuttered he was not going to stop, not unless she vocalized her concerns. He seemed beyond the normally perceptive Oberron, she had stirred him to this point no doubt, a point that he could not easily come down from though her excitement and fear combined as a musky aroma permeated the air, something that had only occurred when he was most aroused.

It was good that she was so compliant. His touch strange though not entirely unpleasant, his visage utterly alien as he had been wrapped up with his own passions. The waight of her breasts, their contrasting heat with the coolness of the rain danced against his palms as he held her there to the wall, a long tongue licking against her neck as he invoke even greater arousal in her mind. That had always been a second nature to him though she had always associated it with his touch he didn't have to touch her at all to use it.

He noted the look of lust filled fear within her eyes though he was not in the same mind frame, he was not thinking things through and he dismissed it as their had been no vocal objections. She tried to resist a little by attempting to close her thighs to him but it was a feeble attmpt in doing so.

He was aware that she would be afraid, that much was obvious but he saw the excitement contained within her eyes as well and knew that she wanted to continue, at least that was how he was thinking of it then and there seeing that he was not being overly complex with his thinking right now.

Her arms pulled up over her head and panties discarded she was completely open to him. A finger traced against a nipple as his other hand went down to her wet snatch, rubbing brisquely against it after his tentacle had passed. No doubt she was ready, no doubt at all and soon she would be so full of him.

He rather show her than tell her as he moved that tentacle and finger, pressing the tip of his smaller members against her, dipped into her for one full thrust before positioning them against her back door, lubbing them up before unleashing them on her. Not all of Oberron had drifted away. His larger, central cock pressed against her core,

I mean just that, all of it ...

He began to push againt her, both holes as he shoved himself into her, fortunately, despite current appearances he was still fey and the matter did not hurt.

He was very forceful, without a doubt harsh and unrelenting as her back slammed into the cave wall. There was no time in the midst of all this heat to be worrying about scatching of bruising. His tounge licked at her neck, she shuddered and thrashed slightly at the contact. She couldn't help but compare it to the touch of the Black Prince... perhaps she had just learned that they were half brothers. She had been wondering if her husband had the same aphrodisiac laced touch.

Certainly she was convincing herself the he did. Otherwise why would her body feel so much like putty in his hands? Why were her legs quivering when he hadnt even gotten into it yet? Her hands were tugging against the slippery tendrils that bound her wrists, her toes curling and uncurligng in apprehension. Even the strong musk in he air flooding through her senses made her mind and vision foggy. What had he done to her?

The feeling of his hands against her chest was strange. She had been so used to the feeling of soft skin against her own, not the rubbery texture currently massaging her breasts. Still, his actions were all still so fantastic, and she did not hesitate to tell him in between the breathy sighs that rolled from her glistening lips.

Alynia gritted her teeth as she groaned, an agonizing expression of bliss encaptured her features. It was all so conflicting. The man... no, the monster binding her body, and caressing her soft breasts, bringing her slow rolling waves of pure euphoria, was her husband right? The same husband she cherished with all her heart. Even though she knew it was, she couldnt help but feel abnormally vulnerable so exposed. Shy, as if her body was being given to a stranger. It was still difficult to wrap her mind around Oberron's old form, that all the tentacles snaked around her body belonged to one being.

One of his hands trailed down to the apex of her thighs. His fingers were met with an obvious wetness, the evidence of her want, her needs. He lined up with her then slowly dipped in, causing her head to roll back, her chest to thrust out. "Oh.. God.." She was groaning quietly balling up her hands in little fists. The tips of his shaft or tentacles (she could hardly differentiate between the two with her hazy mind) rubbed against her openings, smearing her own juices, preparing her for his intentions.

Alynia whimpered pleadingly at his telepathic response, most likely not begging him to stop, more likely wanting him to continue. Her body was tense and quivering, she was panting with need. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath. And then her wish was granted.

A lovely high pitched moan echoed throughout the cave as he thrusted foward, filling both her entrances with surprising ease. She had honestly been unprepared, Alynia had half expected him to ease into her. It didn't matter anymore as he was imbedded deep within her. He was so thick, she could feel that she was being stretched out. Alynia's legs forced open wide allowed him to drive deep into her. Her velvet walls crushed so tightly against him, Alynia was sure the pulsating of his shaft was going to set her off alone. That was nothing compared to the tightness of her ass, squeezing against him as if trying to push him out. It felt odd as if it didn't belong in there, but clearly Oberron thought differently as body was his perfect plaything for him to ravish how he chose.

Thankfully, it wasn't painful. Alynia wasn't sure if it was because she had been so turned on or of it was because Oberron was now truly fey. She was deliciously tight, as she always was. Alynia needed some time to adjust to this size, but it wasn't long at all before her hips wriggled for him to have his way. Very cautiously her sex misted eyes blinked open. She looked at him, the strange situation she had caught herself in. Tentacles had extended foward that basically immobilized all of her limbs though he had plenty more to spare. She herself was impaled against some monsster's gigantic shaft. Her face was really blushing, as her timid expression met with his milky orbs, daring to take in his features. This was unbelievable, almost too bizarre to be real. But that didn't matter as Alynia found her helplessness exciting. Being at the mercy of this beast, was immensely arousing. She couldn't help but try to buck her hips against him a bit more, letting out needy moans even though her movement were restricted. 'Fuck me' her innocent brown eyes were silently begging. But the only sounds that escaped her lips were those wonderful erotic whimpers only Oberron was capable of drawing from her.

She was beginnning to understand a bit better. He was not an incubus but he had learned the talents of arousal from his brother, granted not the natural aphrodisiac ones but ones of a similar vein. He affected minds, altered chemical perceptions there. Gersham could do it as well, but he found the talent rather redundant. In fact, it had been when he was teaching Aegir, now Oberron that he had to learn it to teach it. So, in a way Oberron's kiss, his touch, it all seemed very arousing because he was touching her mind and sharing with her an even greater gift as they not only did so during sex but with a kiss or caress.

The musky scent was because he had been aroused, it took great arousal to stir him in such a fashion though. At least that was the case in his original state. He was so good at illusions though, they were so life like. Thermal, audio, visual, olfactorial even taste, his illusions were so complex and yet came so naturaaly to him.

As always, he aimed to please. He enjoyed the fact that she found this exciting even if this was a little rougher than they were normally use to. They explored other avenues of course, and this probably wasn't the worse of it by far but still it was unusual for the pairing to be so primal, Oberron's desires had been stirred and he sought to unless them like one of his storms. His hold on her limbs tightened and she heard a voice in her mind.

So into charcter was Oberron that he kept in character she assumed and spoke how he had so long ago … through telepathy.

Don't think that will help you now, Aly. You've been a real bad girl ... He commented on her confession, letting her know that she was in for it now though he was quiete pleased that she had thought so.

Now, this certainly was not the first time he had taken her, this in fact was a rather elaborate illusion he had created long ago it seemed at least it did here. He usually cloaked himself in the illusion of Oberron though it was the first time that he had actually gotten to use his true form when dealing with her and for good reason, he wanted to ease her into acceoting it after he ensured that she was drawn into this illusion. Alynia may not have realized that little time had passed in the outside world or that she was still going about the forest where he had first encountered her but he was grooming her, he was certainly looking to graduation and acquiring her as a slave, he doubted that she would mind it too much in the long run since he could give her this “reality” especially given the alternative of other monsters he would look bettter. There was always the chance that she would be divestated if she found out the truth, that this was all an elaborate lie but he was confident that she would come to terms with it and simply assume he did all this for her.

She was quiet receptive to all this, and thus his creativity only built over time he added elements, took away others. She already expressed a desire to stay here, he had already extended her visit longer than he had iniatialy intended. There were personal reasons for that of course that he hadn't thought much of but he was coming to love creation and her responses to it as she gave him that canvas to paint with.

Had he an extra node he would have certainly injected it into her to keep a better eye on her, later though, much later he would bestow one upon her in about three months e considered when he could bud a new one. Still, he was getting ahead of himself there and he concentrated on the present, especially as she groaned out with that single thrust into her heated core. Oh, she felt good of course but those cocks had other objectives as they moved aside angling against her ass and replaced by the larger member.

He pressed into that slice of heaven with a fierce goan, the cocks rubbing up against her thorugh that thin wall of flesh that had separated them. He filled her with that entire length, all 14 inches did not stop until she indeed had it all within her.

He did not even thrust against her, rather he vibrated sending a sharpe pulse through her core, quivering against her walls was easier to do than to move against her.

A tentacle wrapped about her waste, lifting her skyward as another tentacle settled against her clit, rubbing against it as he throbbed inside her body, only her mouth had not been filled yet, but soon it would feel a tentacle brushing against her lips seeking admittance to her mouth. She was s full of him, wrapped up with all those tentacles … seven was it? Eight? Se lost count focusing on the bliss she had entered into.

Oberron was so perceptive because Aegir could read minds like now Alynia's wanted to be fucked as she wiggle and bucked her hips beneath him as she moaned deliciously. Even though he was throbbing against her he had felt her needs growing, the need for him to begin moving inside her so he did, punctuating that action with a groan as he began ...

Alynia bit her lip blushing at his words; certainly she wasn’t trying to get out of anything. She didn’t say anything to respond, she knew he was right. Usually she might have whined or pointed out how he wasn’t being fair… but this time she knew she deserved it for chaining him up as she had done, especially when she was already aware how unused he was to being denied of anything he wanted.

She was completely oblivious, wrapped up in the sensation of her reality, to what he was thinking. It was either this blissful fantasy, or the nightmarish reality that she would have no choice but to be a part of now. Completely ignorant to the real dealings of the school she attended, unaware about the future that was really mapped out for her. Not her arranged marriage, but rather a future of slavery. That was what awaited her after graduation, and Alynia was completely ignorant of it. Whether Aegir would chose to tell her, or whether she was to be unaware until her own impending graduation, was up to him. For now, Alynia was safe in this amazing illusionary space he created for her. All that mattered to her was her king, and the way he was currently ravishing her.

Oh god, it was impossible to describe how incredible full she felt. The satisfying sensation of both of his throbbing hard shafts shoved deep within her struggling form. It hadn’t hurt, but there was no denying he was incredibly large and he didn’t stop until he had sheathed himself completely into her folds as well as her behind.

Her slick inner walls spiraled around him, involuntarily clenching and unclenching around him trying to adjust to his enormous shaft. He was so large, that proved to be inpossible. Her expression was agonized, but most definitely erotic. Even though she was still trying to maintain control of her mind, steams of groans and mewls were torn from her throat. He wasn’t even moving! It was as if he was vibrating within her. He was so impossibly huge, it felt as if her whole body shook as he pulsated within her. The sensation went immediately through her core. Her head tossed back, arching her back and letting out a piercing cry. God it was fantastic.

Her limbs strained against his tentacles, that were doing an excellent job of keeping her immobile. Especially as a tendril began to mesh against her engorged pearl. "O-Oberron!" She cried out. Her hips tried to thrust against that tentacle to minimal sucess, wanting more contact between her sensitive clit and him. Alynia felt the tendrils squeeze against her thrashing form. She was creating intense friction between her heated body and both of his cocks.

As she her body was lifted into the air with apparent ease (she took a moment to admire his stength) Alynia felt something brush along her lips, her eyes blinked open with difficulty. She eyed the tentacle floating infront of her face with a look of surprise. Her eyes flicked up at the beast, he wanted her to suck this?Very slowly she opened her lips, accepting the tentacle into the warmth of her mouth, her tounge twirled around the tip of it hoping it this pleased him.

Alynia hesitated at first, but she began to suckle lightly on the rubbery tendril watching it move in and out of her mouth. She wondered if he felt pleasure from each of his tentacles, or if was to muffle the delicious cries of pleasure form her lips. Or rather the screams that sounded as he slowly began move his hips.

Oberron wanted her alright and while she had not denied what he had said she knew that he was right. He was so unuse to being denied that she was fueling the fire that raged through him, espcially since he couldn't work against her whims. He couldn't even play with her magically until she was done least he interfer with her own plans.

Aegir was going to tell her about her prospects, she would go back to the Shadow or the school between her time her, she would come to latch on to this place and once she was attatched to this “reality” once she had formed her own truths to what Shokushu was he would tell her, not to torment her but rather to draw her closer to him. She was going to be his slave he decided and slavery here, in her imagination, in this shared reality wasn't as bad as being the sex slave of some creature that lusted after her, right?

It was thrilling in a way if she accepted her own inevitable slavery, that she sought him as a Master. He would like that. His ego would like that …

She was already drawn tp this place, to Oberron, Oswald, Corte and the others. He was just drawing her deep into the ocean out of sight of the shore before letting her either sink, swim back or let him assist her further out. The more drawn out this fantasy, the harder it would be to shake off in the future.

Even if the ADD managed to rescue her from the inevitable he wanted her to come to him, to submit, and the likilyhood of that happening was stronger the more attached she was. Of course it could all back fire too where she might resent what he created, what he did, though Aegir doubted that, Plus he could erase her mind of certain things, even implant suggestions. She would be his though in such a case it would be less rewarding to simply take her, rather than her seeking him out or accepting him but he suppposed only time would determine that future.

He groaned at the reaction of her body, the feel of her trying to make those adjustments as he enased her with those three rods, vibrating inside her as she lost control of her senses and gave in to the bombardment of pleasure, her body clenching against his and it felt sweet, divine even as she pulsed around the meat of his shaft, her body forced to grow even tighter at her impending release though his body was elastic so he could make himself even thinner yet longer as his body absorbed those crashing waves.

His tentacle still flickered against her pearl as she cried out and true to form he was ravishing her completely as his hands pressed her breasts together rubbing his thumbs against her nipples as he traced them in small circles. His fingers getting a good hold of those breasts as he leaned forward, licking a nipple before taking the orb into his mouth, mouth tengrils fanning out against the breast as he suckled her breast, sucking hard against it for half a minute, then slowing, then speeding back up.

He liked those luscious sounds that floated from her lips, moans and screams and thus that tentacle wasn't meant as a gag but he actually felt though those tentacles, even tasted. His tentacle could feel the heat of her mouth against him in some form, the taste of her salivia ant the feel of her lips as that tentacle slid in to her throat, slowly matching her own pace rather than just ramming itself straight in and causing her to gag.

She was full of him, which is what he had intended all along, filling each inch of her, shattering both mind and body with this amazing pleasure, this unique feeling of fullness.