“We’re going to see how much you can take, sweet girl. You want to run your mouth; I’ll see how much of a pain slut you really are,” she responded with a gleam in her eyes.
I forgot for a moment that she may not have experience with orgasms herself, but she must have had thousands of years’ experience in kink. She had the wickedest whip I could think of in her hand. It was the same dark blue as the cock she was wearing, with a thick strap of leather that tethered down into a small tongue-like shape. This was going to suck, but I also realized I trusted her enough to notgo too far. Resigned to my fate, I moved back into position and waited out her brutal form of sadism.
She began warming up my ass and sit spots with slaps, slowly building in intensity until I was crying out. I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or from pleasure as the warmth built across my skin. I began to relax into the pain, and she slowed her spanks down.
“There she is, my good little pain slut,” she purred.
Her fingers slightly made contact with my center as she checked to see how wet I was before pushing three fingers deep with no warning. I whimpered, relaxing further into the bed while the endorphins began working through my system. My body was almost limp as the first strike from the tail made contact with my skin, the sound hitting my ears first before I shrieked as hot magma arched across my ass and into my lower back. Vada pulled her fingers out of me, placing her hand on the small of my back to keep me in place. My muscles that were languid only moments before were tight again.
“Holy fuck,” I kept chanting, waiting for the pain of the whip to ease back into pleasure pain.
“Shh, sweet girl. Color?” she asked me.
“Green,” I replied, the pain starting to morph in my head, finally ready to take more. “Please, sir, I need more.”
She chuckled. “I knew there was a pain slut in there somewhere.”
This time when she struck, I was more prepared for it, but the pain was just as hot, lighting my entire body on fire. I spent a couple seconds breathing into the pain until it morphed into happy chemicals. Vada entered me again with her cock as the next strike came, and she held on to my hips so that I couldn’t move away from the pain, digging her fingers into the spot she had just struck. I groaned into the mattress, helpless to her whims.
Vada didn’t take it easy. She set an extremely rough pace, hitting me with that devil’s tongue occasionally, until my body craved the next strike. I was jelly in the mattress, unable to determine if I’d ever be able to move from this spot again. Vada had builtme up and brought me down so many times that I was unsure if I’d even be able to come at this point. I was at her command. Tears were streaking down my cheeks, but I didn’t bother to try wiping them away.
I spent the next several minutes floating on clouds until I heard the whip drop off the side of the bed. I maneuvered my head so that I could see my girl again. She was smiling at me.
“You did so fucking well. That’s the good girl I was waiting for,” she said finally. “I want you to come when you feel like you’re ready. Can you do that for me?”
I lazily nodded, my head weighing more than the rest of me. I was sure my pupils were blown and the smile on my face was ridiculous, but I didn’t give a fuck. Vada grabbed onto my hips and slowed her thrusts, but didn’t change the strength in which she was driving into me. By slowing down her thrusts, she angled the cock at just the right direction to hit my G-spot.
My breathing picked up again, and I began pushing my hips back against her thrusts as I groaned low. “I’m so close, baby. Please, can I come?” I asked her.
Vada reached down to once again rub my clit in quick, tight circles. “Come for me, Adaela.”
I detonated, and Vada fed. The lights behind my eyes went bright, then I breathed through every rhythmic clench around the dildo that Vada was slowly thrusting in and out of me. I felt my energy wane as my entire body went limp. As Vada fed energy back into me, I was completely sated. I giggled when Vada pulled out, crawling over to lay next to me with the strap still on. She held me as if I was the most precious thing to her. In her arms, I was the safest I’d ever been.
After a few minutes of laying in her arms, I finally lifted my head. “Thank you, baby. That was ridiculously fun,” I said, stars in my eyes.
She smiled. “I should thank you. You’re a whole meal in moreways than one.” She kissed me softly, and I wrapped my arms around her, returning her kiss.
We spent the rest of the dream chatting about nothing and fucking each other’s brains out until both of us were completely spent. It was the best night of my life, even if it was just a dream I never wanted to end. This was much better than any reality, and something I would fight like hell to make sure we never lost if we could get past this fucking war.
Alfhame
We walked together through the village, chatting about nothing and everything as we browsed the wares in each shop we came across. We admired the craftsmanship of the leather work, the weapons in another shop, and the clothing that was hand-sewn by some of the best seamsters in all the realms. We didn’t have money on hand, since we lived in a society that eschewed money, but Vada had bartered some time and resources to help train the Elven army in exchange for clothing both of us liked. If she wasn’t careful, I’d fall in love. Wait, was I already in love? Was this too soon?
“I will never get enough of you, sweet girl. The freckles like constellations on the small of your back near the right side of your body, the way you flush when you’re close to coming. The way you call out my name when you’re in the throes of an orgasm. They’re all mine, and I will cherish it for as long as I live,” she whispered, growing more serious.
“For someone who seems as stoic as you do on a regular basis, you sure know how to make me blush,” I replied, trying to break the tension. I didn’t want serious Vada today. I wanted playful and joyous Vada. She might’ve been a little bit of agrump, but she let her guard down with me, and I wanted all her joy today.
Chuckling, she kissed me softly. “I’ll never not tell you how incredible I think you are. You were worth the long wait.”
I blushed then, nuzzling my head into her neck to avoid her seeing it.
We grabbed some Elven food, consisting of chopforest, a type of salad with brussels sprouts, cabbage, and other varieties of vegetables, and we also grabbed some bread and mushroom butter. Elves mostly ate a vegetarian diet unless they hunted for their food. As Elves were typically stewards of the world they inhabited, they spent a ton of time making sure that they were creating a space that they could exist in their very long lives and leave for their next generations to come. Tradition was important to the Elves, and their culture and people were better for it. While they were a peaceful species, they still were warriors.
The Elven way of life was what we tried to emulate with thePax, but we tried modernizing it a bit and improving on their governmental structures to best suit the needs of every faction. Elves still dressed as if they lived in the Middle Ages, though they were a progressive society. If an Elf identified as trans, no one batted an eye. They were considered an integral part of their society. Maybe it was because I was a lesbian, but I didn’t want thePaxto be anything like how humans treated other humans on Earth. We made thePaxin Alfhame’s image because if there were to be peace amongst all the factions, we had to make sure every single being there was enthusiastically welcome.
I loved Alfhame. It was a city amongst the mountainside, with the cleanest air imaginable. It would outlast anything we had on Earth, unless thePaxcould convince the rest of the world that living the way they were would eventually be its downfall. Alfhame was romantic in all the ways Earth romanticizedcertain cities across the globe, but better. The rivers and lakes were clean, and it was so quiet that you could hear the critters of this realm clearly. People lived slower lives here, but that lifestyle led to unimaginable innovation. They also prioritized family, community, and love over everything else. It was a sight to behold.
The days passed, and with each day, I felt more like myself. I was getting used to having the colostomy, but this was the longest I’d gone in decades without working out. My body needed more movement than what I was currently getting. This might’ve been the most severe injury I had ever suffered. I was antsy, and it was making me cranky.
