As our hero awoke, his first instinct was to roll over and reach across the bed and pull his heroine into his body. The dreams that haunted his morning hours had left him ravenous even while asleep. But instead of flesh, Malark's hands found nothing but bedsheets. The wizard opened his eyes, saw a piece of paper folded on a nightstand and was instantly annoyed.
He knew Meira hadn't left on some adventure; he had plenty of faith in their relationship to know she would be much clearer with him if she was had to leave for a bit. They weren't perfect, but they talked about problems when they came up and their fights were infrequent and quickly forgotten. The night before she hadn't been distant, instead she had been cuddly and happy, and undeniably excited about their reunion and the small vacation that they had planned.
Still, abrupt letters between them had been a faux pas since the first one. The one that he found on his bedside that abruptly ended their time together, and while she wasn't above teasing him about it, Meira generally avoided intentionally angering her lover (unless she wanted him more… aggressive). With a grumble he rose to his feet without bothering to get dressed and looked out the window before even reading the damn note.
The garden looked gorgeous as always, though the difference from his usual stay at the villa was apparent immediately. There was a peaceful silence that seemed out of place in this normally busy house. The staff had done excellent work in the weeks prior, but both owners had decided that they needed some private time together and had asked the workers to stay home. While the lack of activity was a bit unnerving, Malark took the time to breathe in the crisp morning air and revel in the beauty that surrounded him, both natural and man-made.
It was almost the perfect way to greet the day, but the effect was lessened by the lack of his apparently flighty companion, which brought him back to the traitorous message on his bedside. As the blood finished returning to his head, Malark knew that defying what Meira had in mind in a bit of stubborn pique would be pointless and interfere with them spending as much quality time together as possible. Plus, his lover was not a boring woman by any means, and if she was teasing him already, it meant she had some interesting plans for the day.
Bolstered on by his thoughts. He picked up the note and started to read.
"Stop glaring at the paper, not every note I write you in the morning is going to be awful." Malark snorted at her insight and tried to glare despite his laughter but couldn't manage it. "I'm been so excited to start our vacation together this past two weeks. I was missing you, and shopping in a little sorcerer's shop when I came across something very interesting, and I couldn't help but turn it into a game. Check under the pillow."
Malark turned and reached under his lover's pillow to come away with a scroll, bound with string to a second note. The scroll caught his eye first and he tossed the note aside to examine it. It was thin and light, clearly magical. He was tempted to open it immediately but had reached for the note to avoid an unpleasant surprise.
"This handy little scroll is one of many I purchased and hid around the villa. Unroll them and press your hand on the glyph to use it. It's a nice surprise so I won't ruin it here. Your game today is to find all 4 of them before tracking me down. Don't cheat and use your mystical mumbo jumbo or you won't get your reward! Though I'm not too worried, the scrolls itself are interesting little treats and I've sweetened the deal by leaving you little clues to follow, I know you love a mystery. And if even those weren't enough (which they are, I know you, you're mine) I spoiled you by leaving a little trail for you to follow…Be a good boy and track me down after, I'll be waiting in such a good mood."
The letter ended "Yours, Meira". And by the time he read those words Malark's knee jerk morning reaction of annoyance was replaced with an affectionate smile. He did love a good mystery, and it would be nice to start their vacation with something fun and new. While his preferred method of waking up was burying himself inside her immediately and staying in bed for hours more, this little adventure would have to do. Malark sat down on the bed, placed the scroll flat on the table, then activated the glyph with his palm.
The wizard felt a magic cloud his vision and shapes started to form quickly. It appeared he was in some sort of scrying spell, yet he hadn't left the room, instead it was if he was viewing it from a place on the wall. And this wasn't a typical scry either, as he could see both Meira and himself in view, and Meira was smiling at him, clearly knowing he was watching through the scroll.
For a second, Malark stopped admiring the magic and was lost in his lover's smile. She looked so playful and eager to start her game, and her smile was full and bright with a touch of a naughty edge. As the lips he was focusing on started to move, mouthing "Good morning handsome" to him, he realized there was no sound to be heard in this magic. His own form was still asleep, from the light it looked like she had woken up and hour earlier at the crack of dawn for her preparations. Despite the hour Meira was dressed already, she stood in a light blouse, unlaced, and a pair of her riding leggings she always complained were too tight to be practical. She showed off in different poses for him, then twirled and he saw that stood barefoot; his nymph floated around the room towards the far side of the bed and hovered over Malark's sleeping form.
The wizard lay supine and remained motionless despite the butterfly light kisses she peppered on his head. Then with an evil look directly at the scroll Meira reached down under the covers slowly enough to be agonizing to watch and yet not disturb him. Meira's hand remained obscured under the covers but the grip she had on his manhood was clear; she started to deftly stroke him with care. Her motions were light enough to not disturb him, but thorough enough to get the reaction she desired as the blanket tented under her ministration. With the exceptions of a few glances towards his face to check that he wasn't waking, the violet haired nymph kept her gaze fully on the scroll, so that Malark could look into her eyes and read the layers of playful excitement giving way to a pure desire he craved.
The lovingly teasing strokes gradually slowed when she achieved her goal of fully arousing him. When she stopped, Meira had the decency to look disappointed with herself briefly for leaving him in such a state. Before her disappointment seemed to give way to guilt and she raised the blanket high enough to cover her lowering head. Malark's breath caught in his throat before she lowered the blanket a moment later and shot him a cheeky wink.
Malark muttered curses under his breath and realized that the full state of arousal he had woken up with was the doing of his violet eyed temptress and was tempted to blame her actions for his current frustration. Then realized that thoughts of her had him waking up in a similar state the past three nights and many times before so it was clearly the woman in general and not her teasing.
In the scene, had Meira slipped off the bed and moved around back towards the scroll; she stopped to blow it a kiss, then looked back at her handiwork: an aroused Malark who was shifting in his sleep as his dreams took a very different turn. Then the rogue reached down to the sides of her blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Like all the motions she had made for him to watch, they were slow and deliberate, forcing his breathing to quicken as he saw what she had underneath. Meira was wearing a tight bustier that covered her whole upper body in decorated silk. She gave him time to revel in her appearance, drawing her fingers over her entire upper body in a tantalizing fashion. Then her hands drew back up to her face and she blew one last kiss to the scroll.
Meira turned on her heel after the kiss and headed straight for the door as the magic cut out. Malark immediately followed her movement and opened the door himself, hanging on the handle, he found her blouse with a note pinned to it and a small bag of holding underneath. Malark unpinned the note and read it immediately.
"Clue #1" It read "Thanks For Not Poisoning Me."
Malark smiled immediately and walked back into the room to put on trousers quickly (knowing his lover and wanting to tease her back, he put on just the trousers). The wizard placed the scroll, the blouse and both notes in the bag of holding before striding out of the room towards the main dining room. As he walked, he was grateful that the servants were not there, neither he nor Meira was used to being waited on and the amount of privacy in this gorgeous home was perfect for this game of hers. Upon reaching the formal dining room he took a quick turn down a hallway and entered the kitchens before heading to a little room that was a much smaller, cozier eating area.
Their first time there was a whirlwind of activity and craziness, but the second time that Malark had taken Meira to their little villa, he wanted to be a bit more domestic (an instinct that he had no idea would be within him at all). He ended up cooking the two of them a nice, simple dinner of the sort his mother used to make. The two ate in comfort and chatted, enjoying the quiet and simple pleasure of eating somewhere not in an inn or a camp. Meira teased him mercilessly about doting on her but didn't insult his cooking or hide the delight in her eyes that someone would take care of her. The meal ended with a throwaway comment of "That was a nice first date, thanks for not poisoning me!" and a long lingering kiss that left him breathless.
As he entered the room, there were two things he noticed. First he found the scroll on a platter in the same place she had eaten that night, and the second was a mirror hanging on the wall that definitely wasn't there for the date.
Malark reached for the scroll, looking for some sort of note to go along with it, finding none, he settled in the chair he had used on their date and laid the scroll down flat. As he reached down to activate the magic, he felt himself tingling with excitement as the next phase of her evil plot.
As the next scene came into view he didn't find himself looking into his lover's violet eyes but instead he saw her back as she swayed slowly side to side with her hips. The motion was enticing and immediately distracting on the face of it, and his eyes were drawn down the back of her lovely hair, over her decorated bustier to land and stay squarely on her swaying hips and perfectly pert rear. The swaying was slow at first but as she bent over and propped her hands up on the table, the motion sped up slightly as she followed an inaudible rhythm. All of the sudden she stopped suddenly, her ass bent over in front of him, palms digging into the edge of the table; it was in that moment that Malark managed to widen his focus and see that on the opposite wall, the mirror was showing the reflection of her expression.
The placement was indeed intentional as Malark was drawn to the playfully wicked look in her eye before Meira deliberately bit her lip in a manner that she knew drove him wild and moved her hands from the table tantalizingly down her sides. As she reached the edges of her too tight leggings, her thumbs hooked the garment and drew it over her hips at a painfully slow pace as her seductive swaying resumed. Meira could barely breathe as every second of the show drew his attention and each little bit of skin was slowly revealed.
As Meira's leggings descended over the curve of her ass, Malark found his hands twitching in envy. Her lifestyle had developed her athletically, and the perfect tone and shape drew a reaction from him every time. Not only that, but she had emphasized his view with the skimpiest piece of lace she could find, barely covering her at all and still somehow accentuating her bustier. As the rogue finished disrobing and stepped out of her trousers, she seemed to pause in thought before resuming her bent over position and adding a spontaneous slap to her own ass. It sent a little shock up her body that showed in her expression, but he knew that she preferred he slaps to her own.
The show had him aching, every part of his body on fire and frustrated that he wasn't in the room expressing his appreciation for the things she did to him with a glance and a whisper, much less a full strip tease. As she turned to him slowly he got to revel in how gorgeous she looked in her lingerie from the front and back and admire his lover's tantalizing style. Without missing a beat, she hoped up to take a seat on the edge of the table and ran her hands over every inch of her body while he watched. She started at her legs and worked her way up to her hair before slowly spreading her legs apart, looking directly into the scroll and visibly mouthing the words "Come eat." The scroll immediately faded to black."
Malark was shaking where he stood, and his blood was pumping so he could feel the shocks of his arousal all over. Any attempt to get ahold of himself failed and the lingering smell of Meira's perfume was driving him insane. As he stood up to support himself on the table he noticed that the leggings from before lying folded on the chair where she would sit.
The wizard picked up the leggings a bit carelessly in his anticipation to get to the next clue. Though initially he was baffled, the note wasn't clipped to the outside like before and there was clearly no space for pockets. As he was inspecting it, he finally noticed the note pinned inside the leggings, right on the crotch (though perhaps it was his imagination that convinced him that spot was slightly damp).
This note was another simple phrase, but he didn't have an immediate solution in his head; it read simply "Morning Habits". Malark blamed his lack of ideas on the lack of blood flow to his brain and after placing everything in the bag of holding, he stepped outside to try to regain his composure. He was clearly restless, and his feet were moving even without a destination. The things he did first thing in the morning (wake up, prepare for the day, clean himself, ravage Meira) mostly happened inside his room, so he found himself heading there before stopping himself by a window.
Malark felt confident he would have noticed any other notes and it was unlike Meira to send him back to a place he had been and risk him screwing up her game by sending him out of order. He knew his darling devil was practically telepathic, so instead of trying to pick something random and dull Malark went over what he had done first thing that morning. After a minute of thought, his feet started moving again, and this time they headed to a side door.
As he exited the villa, he enjoyed a light breeze and the bright sunshine of a perfect mild day; his bare feet stepped off of the well warm path and into the grass as he headed for the gardens. Many a morning had passed with the two of them admiring the gorgeous plant life that was one of the more aesthetically pleasing features of his given home. Though the gardens themselves were quite extensive so he didn't quite know where he should head first until he spotted the open window that led to his room. After some navigation to avoid disturbing anything green, he made his way to the villa wall.
Dangling on a barely visible string that seemed to lead all the way up to his window, Malark found the third scroll. Hanging nearby on a nearby vine that crawled up the building's surface, the wizard found Meira's bustier. Knowing that his Meira was prancing around their property in nothing but a scrap of lace made him unscroll and unseal the next scene quicker than any time before.
The scene showed her leaning up against the wall her top was already off and she held it in both hands, covering herself with it but not looking at the scroll and taunting him like usual. Instead she was glancing up the wall, staying close to it and seemingly waiting for something. Her hands were impatient though, Malark could see her fingers drumming the cloth, and her thumbs tracing her skin. Then a smile spread upon her face and she sunk to the ground slowly, so she would be seated pressed up against the wall, facing the scroll with her legs spread.
Meira took her bustier in one hand and seemed to roll it together into a tight cylinder. Malark barely had a moment to appreciate the site of her beautifully perky breasts with clearly erect nipples before his eyes were distracted by her hand darting into her underwear and her fingers getting to work immediately. Malark was shocked at first, the theme from before had been direct teasing and provocation yet this seemed different. When he finally used the last of the blood in his brain to figure it out, it hit him like a Warhammer and he groaned out loud.
His lover was masturbating while he stood at the window, looking out at the gardens, all the while trying to keep her moans quiet. She had even was biting down on the cloth of her top to muffle any noises and free up her hand to tease her nipples. Meira had teased him with self-pleasure before (one time involving restraints) so he knew what she did when he was watching, but again, this was different. Her fingers were moving fast and rough, the cloth of her underwear had been damp since the beginning and Meira clearly needed an immediate release. She also wanted to get hers while Malark was still standing at the window, rock hard and aching for her, still stubbornly refusing to read a note and missing her.
The gorgeous half elf seemed to be succeeding; despite Malark's view being limited by an infuriating strip of cloth, the rest of his lover's body was going through the start of convulsions he knew very well. Her violet eyes were wide, and she was struggling to keep them open to keep track of her wizard up above. Her struggles to keep quiet were also clear as her teeth dug into cloth and her chest heaved with unreleased moans. As Meira's thighs started to shake, Malark knew what would come next and as the hand in her panties sped up for her climax, Meira's other hand twisted her nipples hard to add extra sensation to the storm of pleasure that was washing over her.
As she settled, dropping the top out of her mouth and gasping for breath as quietly as possible, Meira's body finally relaxed. Then her eyes darted open and shot straight to the scroll before a languid grin of satisfaction spread over her face. As she pulled her hand from beneath the tiny scrap of lace, she showed Malark her drenched fingers, letting a drop fall on herself before kissing her palm and blowing it up to her lover above.
As the scene ended, Malark was moving purely on instinct, his shaking fingers grabbed the bustier, turned it over to find a note that read "Hurry To Our Favorite Place Here" before hastily stuffing everything into the bag of holding and setting off towards the nearby hills adjacent to their home.
As he made his way up the hill, Malark's blood was pumping in his ears, the last scene had driven him spare, and he was moving as fast as he could without using magic. Each of the three teasing scene had resulted in his cock straining to a painful extent, he was filled with hormones and driven by desire. Had he cared to check he would have found precum on his tip that leaked out after watching his lover's bliss just moments before.
In the back of Malark's mind, he was grateful to Meira for making the last clue an obvious one. He was completely on edge and unable to muster up much in the way of guesswork or deductive reasoning. Fortunately, the nearby hot springs were an obvious favorite and something they enjoyed on their last trip to the Villa. Construction had rendered the springs unusable for some time, so to celebrate their first night enjoying them, Malark had brought out candles and a bottle of wine and the two lovers had soaked under the moonlight and enjoyed the peace of being under the stars. Meira had declared it her favorite spot, and Malark had agreed instantly.
That night was a great one in his estimation, yet it ended with a nap rather than a romp, so it seemed that Meira had decided to scratch someplace new off their list. Malark was practically racing up the hill as he thought of warm water and his even hotter lover, and as he approached he could hear her voice echoing towards him. A few yards closer and he recognized his name being said, but it didn't seem like she was calling him closer.
As the cries got louder and louder he found himself again realizing that her fingers were between her thighs, and she was moaning his name in appreciation. "Malark, oh I'm so close!" Had it been earlier in the day, Malark might have stopped in shock, but after three separate sessions of teasing, he instead quickened to a full sprint, determined to both see and hear her climax.
Unfortunately for our Hero, his lover really was evil and had plans she wanted him to follow. As he crested the hillside, Malark heard the telltale his of a triggered rope trap (moments too late) and found his right ankle caught and bound to a tree on the side of the road. He was caught off guard and found himself stumbling to the ground, annoyed but unhurt.
As he processed his situation, he heard what was, undoubtedly, a very satisfying climax. "Malark… oh baby, Malark! Yes! Fuck! Fuck yes, right there!" followed by a high-pitched keen that tapered off into a low groan and several pants for breath. Malark felt himself shaking with frustration as he blasted through the rope with an ice spell, not even bothering to untie it, and made his way the short distance into the hot tub clearing.
The pools were steaming and looked delightful, but to Malark's immense frustration they were also empty. Instead on a nearby branch, hung his lover's panties, and a letter and the last scroll were nestled into a nearby branch.
Still dragging along the frayed edges of her trap, Malark made his way over to the note and ignored it for the next scroll, eager to see the view he had missed while bound up in her mischief. However, he was surprised yet again to find that this scroll was different than the other three. While the same runes traced out for the recording spell, there was no memory recorded within. Malark put the panties in the bag of holding and grabbed the note to read.
"Congrats Lover, you did so well! I hope you enjoyed my little game. Sorry to spoil you catching me in the act, but I couldn't resist having you just see me and just hear me back to back. But before you roll your eyes, I know what I've been doing to you, and I won't torture you much longer. The scrolls you found are my gifts to you, let them keep you company on lonely nights, if you like them, I'll keep a few more hidden away for special occasions. You'll also be getting another present for indulging me and not using magic!
But before you get to indulge in all those rewards or plow me into the bed with all your pent up frustration, you need to complete one final task. You now have three naughty little recordings of me, and I want one of you! Place this on the tree I marked and come right back to where you found this and stroke that hard cock for me till you explode. I know I've worked you up into a lather and I want to see the results of all that effort on my lonely nights.
Get your first quick load out of the way, then get yourself nice and clean in the water and then track me down with magic. You can fuck me however you like when you do. Yours, Meira."
Malark was barely able to process what he was reading, but despite the frustration he had enjoyed this game and while there wasn't really a scoreboard, his lover clearly won. She deserved her reward and Malark lived to make her happy. Plus the idea of waiting even longer to cum was an unpleasant one so he followed her instructions.
After placing the scroll on the correct tree, and walking back to his spot, he leaned back against the trunk and triggered the spell to start. After smiling at the scroll and blowing Meira a kiss, Malark let his trousers fall to the dirt, springing out his erect manhood. This particular part of him had been craving attention since Meira's hands had stopped rubbing hours earlier, so he felt a primal relief when he started to indulge himself.
At first Malark attempted to copy his lover's style in his own way, running his free hand through his hair and then dragging it over his chest and shoulders while his dominant hand pumped away at his twitching cock. Soon enough however, due to all the teasing beforehand, Malark was rapidly approaching his finish. Instead of teasing Meira, his off hand was steadying himself on the trunk of the tree, digging into the bark as his eyes closed and his hand picked up speed.
Without thought, her name was dragged from his lips in groans that sounded like prayers. "Meira, Meira, Meira" over and over again in a rhythm that grew faster as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. Just as he found that edge and his climax was building up to finish he heard the leaves crunch underneath him.
No minor sound could dissuade him now and he flew over the edge with a grunt and started spraying his seed. As the first drops started to spray, Malark found the tip of his cock gripped by another hand and he was milked of every last drop with both hands on the trunk to keep him standing as his legs started to shake uncontrollably.
As he opened his eyes, Malark found his lover crouched on her knees, holding his dripping manhood and stroking him adoringly through his finish. She triggered the end of his recording before turning back to him with a smile, her violet eyes twinkling. "It looks like I was right, you needed that one badly, and look at the mess you made. Maybe I was a bit too mean." As Malark's eyes worked their way down her nude form he saw her covered in his spray, drops dripping all over her breasts and down her stomach to her side.
Far from being bothered on it, Meira wore the cum on her skin contentedly and instead of cleaning herself she produced the bag of holding he had set aside and stuffed his trousers into it. Then she laughed at the fact that her trap was still dangling around his ankle and got to work removing it.
It was the laugh more than anything that restarted the gears in Malark's brain and he started to laugh alongside her and when she loosened the knot and looked at him with a bemused expression he had the decency to shrug sheepishly and state "I was in a hurry."
Their eye contact was broken as Malark felt a bit of an aftershock and seemed to dribble out another drop of cum, which Meira seemed to seize upon eagerly as she grabbed his manhood again and pumped the last drops out of him, cleaning it up with her mouth while looking him dead in the eye.
After finishing Meira stood up off her knees and guided Malark to one of the nearby pools, making him step in and sink into the hot water with a moan of pleasure. Rather than join him, Meira sat above and behind him and started to rub his shoulders tenderly. Yet more moans of stress relief followed but as Malark regained his faculties he looked back at Meira with a question in his eyes.
She smiled and answered without him having to ask. "Maybe I'll join you in a bit, but I had my soak, and my fun. You did well, I don't want to wash you off me just yet."
Minutes passed in silence as the two enjoyed each other, slipping into a similar mood to their midnight soak, before Malark broke the silence. "Your game was incredible, I'm so glad you found those scrolls and I'm very much enjoying my prize."
In response Meira pulled his head back gently and smiled; in a bit of spontaneity, she kissed him upside down, deepening and reveling in his lips before coming back up giggling. "Well that was strange, but I liked it a lot…. (I guess I have to find a way to do it more often). Anyway this isn't your reward, just me pampering you."
"Oh, I'm getting another reward?"
"Well, I did enjoy my game, but I did really hate teasing you in your sleep and then just leaving you there hard and lonely. So for the rest of the trip your wake ups are going to be much more pleasant…" Malark looked up at her sinful grin again and turned in the water to look at her, feeling like the luckiest man alive as she stared at him, violet eyes alight with excitement and he started peppering kisses on her thighs. Meira hummed in pleasure and spread her legs further before asking. "I'm assuming you don't want to wait till we're back in-" a gasp interrupted as Malark left a little bite mark "bed?"
"Here, yes. Bed, yes. And since you teased me so badly there I'm bending you over that table." Meira hummed in appreciation and gasped again as Malark's hand laid her flat on her back. He spread her legs wider and placed them on his shoulders as he leaned in closer. "Speaking of the table…" Malark started to lick her slit in long slow motions, devouring her with more patience than he had during the game. He pleasured her in her favorite ways, with lips, tongue and fingers building her up gradually before getting her right on the edge of her third orgasm of the day.
But Meira didn't want just his tongue and as she pulled Malark up by the hair, he took her instructions and rose to his feet, pulling her back to the edge of the tub and lining himself up with her. Malark felt powerful and whole standing in front of his naked lover, still wearing his seed, after she had played with him and pampered him and adored him. As he placed the head of his cock outside her and prepared to ravish her, Meira gasped out two words before he thrust in and both their thoughts turned to white ecstasy.
"Welcome home."