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"You're up, Periwinkle." Amethyst called as she kicked an empty feed bucket aside.
Peridot jumped when it clattered against the wall. She hurriedly buffed the tattoo on her forehead for courage. A triangle within a triangle, white to represent clarity. Continuing shapes to signify unity.
"Coming." Peridot replied, slapping her hands on her leather clad thighs. She was terribly nervous. Gods, and so fucking excited! She had to mask the grin on her face, forcing it down for the sake of professionalism.
Amethyst snickered at her obvious giddiness. "I knew I shouldn't have told you about this. You're on like, a real bizarre level of happiness right now, aren't you?" She sighed with a short laugh, shaking her head.
Peridot rolled her tense shoulders. She tugged at the hem of her crimson bustier, her breasts were pushed impossibly high in this erotic getup. She hoped the Warlord would be pleased with her display. Peridot had only been hoping for a chance like this since her damned childhood.
"I'm just excited to meet her!" Peridot quipped, running her hand across her flushing cheeks. "She's..."
"Yeah yeah. The village jewel. The protector. Shit, whatever you guys still continue to call her." Amethyst gruffed, kicking her foot against the wall to lean. "I don't want to burst your bubble, Peri." She rolled her head on her shoulders. "She's just...she ain't gonna be what you think. She's not like the village makes her out to be."
When Amethyst spoke, there was a flash of pain...and disgust in her violet eyes.
Peridot blanched, looking down at her boots. Red again, in hopes of pleasing the Warlord. She shook her head. "I just want to see her and do this for her. She's done more than enough for the entire village." She relayed honestly.
"You just wanna jerk her off." Amethyst said in a teasing coo. Peridot rubbed her elbows.
"It's called slackening, I thought you said it was an orthodox practice. To keep her satisfied." Surely the Warlord had needs, and those needs should be sated. Peridot could see how for-longed sexual contact might agitate some.
Amethyst shrugged. "Well it sure the fuck keeps her satisfied. For a while at least, and speaking of- it has been a while." She looked up to her with raised brows.
Peridot covered her face. "Amethyst, I'm already nervous as it is..." She groaned into her palms.
Amethyst patted her. "Hey, no worries. She doesn't bite. Well, she does- but she can't." She pointed, as if she;d said something clever. "I left her chains taut, she won't be lashing out at you."
Peridot screwed her green eyes at Amethyst. "Chains?" She laughed apprehensively. "Why would she be in chains?"
A mighty creature like her shouldn't be bound. Surely it was just circumstance. For protection? Even if you squinted the situation looked...off.
Amethyst's jaw twinged, and the air around her seemed to still. Her entire nature today had been derailed, like she was...hiding something.
She almost murmured her response. "It's to keep you safe, P."
Peridot would accept that answer for now. The sun was setting, and she needed to return home before long. She wasn't exactly sure how long this whole ordeal was gonna take. She'd never really masturbated an ancient war beast before.
"Just open the door." Peridot requested. Amethyst stepped aside, pulling the door wide open as she ushered for Peridot to enter.
She strode into the descending narrow hall, sconces lit her way. She wobbled on her boots as the heels skittered across the packed ground.
"Be safe." Amethyst demanded, earning a playfully blown kiss from Peridot's end. She heard Amethyst exhale a dramatic breath before she shut the door with a bang.
It made Peridot jump, but she righted herself quickly. She rubbed her palms down her form, pushing her breasts up higher, making sure the seams of her trousers were parallel. She summoned a simple aromatic spell, dousing herself quickly with a clean wash of lavender. She checked her boots for minor scuffage, finding none.
She was right as rain, and trembling like a leaf.
Peridot strode onward, noting that the ground slanted deeper as it went on. The air became cooler. Surely to accommodate the Warlord's desires.
She expected light to be at the end of the tunnel, but there was only darkness. An abysmal archway was carved at the end of the hall. A bar windowed door blocked the entrance, held slightly ajar.
A weathered lever was mounted on the way beside the doorway. She eyed it curiously, running her hands along the heavy door as she pushed it wider.
Peridot slipped her head inside, peering around the opaque room. A single cubby window was tucked in the far wall. Sunlight struggled inside of it, casting long dimmed rays across the room.
She could just barely distinguished the outline of a massive creature. Standing upright and pressed close to the wall. Chains rattled in the stuffy room and Peridot nearly yelped.
That thing pulled against its chain and its face came in to the sun light. The rays cast fierce shadows across their rugged face.
Peridot gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock.
It was the Warlord...
The creature tilted closer, seeming to examine Peridot. She scented the air audibly behind a leather muzzle. Her disposition was exhausted. Tortured. Tiny intricate scars trekked over her skin. The scales that framed her face were frayed, cracked and unhealthy with neglect. The ones brushed across her cheeks looked as if they'd flake away at any moment.
The once proud mane Peridot had envisioned spiraling down her broad shoulders...was matted around her skull. It smothered the nubbed horns atop her head, covering them entirely.
Her golden eyes fluttered and Peridot saw agony in them.
Her red skin was dulled, pale from years without sun. Her stripes were almost in-noticeable they were so faded.
Peridot stepped forward without thought, taking a caring hand to brush it along those choked horns. Or what was left of them...
The Warlord flinched away in a second, snarling behind her muzzle and clicking her fangs. A frenzied tail sprung from behind her, swiping at Peridot furiously- held fast by a cuff. Her chains clattered against the stone wall and Peridot nearly fell to her backside. She stumbled, righting herself quickly as she veered back.
"What have they..." Peridot trailed. Finding she didn't have the words for this atrocity. This defilement. "They've been...keeping you this way?" She murmured, nearly shaking with the realization of it. This is what the Elders had done to her?
All those tales of the fearsome Warlord staying of her own accord, because she so loved the people of the village...lies! She was chained to the wall like an animal. Kept in the dark for all these years, all these centuries.The gravity of the situation was growing heavier with each second.
The village elders had said...had said she wanted to stay- and she remained in this temple, beneath its grounds, to keep the people safe.
"Oh my gods..." Peridot whispered, almost stumbling once more as her knees buckled. This is what Amethyst had meant. She wasn't in chains for Peridot's safety, she was restrained so that the village could sap her strength. Her vitality. The powerful magicks that coursed through her.
Even now, Peridot could sense immaculate strength from within her. She could feel her own magick growing stronger just from nearness.
She was being kept for a good cause, though. Right? Without the Warlord here, the land here would surely die. It'd wither away without her virile magick. Peridot assured herself there was all just reason for this. There had to be.
The beast's growl ebbed away, and Peridot felt inclined to give her a more thorough inspection. She took a step closer, reaching very tepidly forward.
"You're here for this," The Warlord rasped suddenly, rolling her hips in a vulgar motion, nearly brushing her erection against Peridot's abdomen. "The slackening." She sneered, jeering her head away as if in shame for a moment.
Peridot froze in place, looking up to the beast. The wonder she'd expected to feel had been quelled. Replaced. Now there was only disgust.
"You're filthy." She berated. Whipping a finger across her slick chest, rubbing the grit between them. There was a downy tuft of hair leading from between her breasts. It plunged far and Peridot was curious as to how long that goody trail was.
Peridot looked to the corner of the room, spotting a dirt caked bucket. She promptly snatched it for herself, filling the thing to the brim with water. A clean hand towel was hung on the wall and she let it soak in the water.
The beast fidgeted against her restraints. "'What you be doin' with that?" She inquired. Seeming a bit worrisome at the thought of being bathed.
Peridot set the bucket aside, whirling her hands in circles- summoning a simple aroma. She wafted it into the bucket, whipping it till bubbles frothed to the top.
The Warlord lurched against her chains once more, and blood oozed from the cuffs, trickling down her bulging arms.
"Magick?" She grunted, sniffing the air. "You're a little...sorceress." She pondered, peering hard at the bucket's contents.
Peridot nodded once again, dipping the rag into the cool water. She rung it tight, taking the suddsy towel and carefully dabbing it along her collar.
"You got it big guy." Peridot replied, noting how the beast's form went rigid, stilling with obvious effort. Peridot still rocked from the realization of this woman's livings. The way she had envisioned the Warlord to be had been towering and proud. Instead, she was sullen. With gaunt cheeks and weathered flesh.
"Jasper." The beast offered through clenched teeth. "Call me that, sorceress." A humble request. Peridot's heart softened further for her.
Peridot hummed in accordance, dipping the rag for clean water and scrubbing her exposed chest harder. "Peridot is my name." She relayed. Jasper hissed between her fangs, her eyes casting a feathery glow over her cheeks.
Surely no one had ever touched her like this. It didn't look like Jasper had been bathed in years. She reeked of must and earth. Her slitted pupils were focused, but dilated. Her erratic breathing had slowed to a calmer pace. Her wide chest lofted gently, her pillowy breasts brushed against Peridot's arm.
How long had it been since those golden eyes had seen true sunlight? Peridot wondered.
Peridot mused over her chiseled form. Even under layers of filth, she could see appeal in Jasper. Her dirtied skin was giving way to lovingly striped, fiery colored flesh.
She was pleasantly surprised by how tame Jasper appeared. Her chains fell slack, the one's holding back her brawny arms swayed ever slightly as she seemed to relax.
Peridot was tender with her, taking absolute care to clean beneath her cuffs, where her skin was abraded and raw. Jasper hissed betwixt her pearlescent teeth, even when Peridot dabbed gently...it seemed to hurt her. The sight of it made her heart clench in her chest so tight.
"Why...are you doing this?" Jasper asked. Her voice so guttural. This must be the most she's spoken in ages.
Peridot pulled her rag away, dipping it in the water. She cringed when the water turned pink, stained with Jasper's blood. She turned back to wash her arms, cleansing her battered wrist carefully- wiping away the sweat from her shoulders. Her collar.
"Because no one else has." Peridot replied evenly, masking her concern.
Jasper pulled against her restraints, they clinked breezily together as she leant in close to Peridot. She only made it so far when her binds snapped tight. She scented the air again, her plated nose twitching as she inhaled. A low rumble sounded in her chest, it vibrated beneath Peridot's hand.
She rasped, her warm breath tickling her."You smell like the sun."
Peridot rolled her head atop her shoulders. "I do?" She asked, sniffing her own arms. "Not that I've ever noticed." She added. Across the room, on a worn table sat a whale bone comb, dust an inch thick on it. She took it, dipping it in the sullied water. She eased it through Jasper's gnarled mane, holding the roots tight in case a tangle snagged. And they did. Countless times. She even pulled more than a few bug carapaces from her tresses.
As time went on, Peridot noticed Jasper's mane gaining volume. Instead of laying flat and dead against her body- it fluffed richly. Finally able to breathe again. Peridot spent half an hour alone on the matted hair stuck atop Jasper's nubbed horns. When at last, they were freed. Jasper shuddered with relief and Peridot could have sworn color had returned to her paled skin.
Jasper rubbed her horn in Peridot's little hand, brushing the rough tip into her soft palm. She closed those eerie golden eyes, simply nuzzling her like a gentler creature.
Peridot indulged her, running her finger along the ridged length of each one. She inspected their frayed tips. Had these been cut?
Jasper shrugged away from her with a grunt, tilting back as she peered down intently at Peridot. Looking expectant. She cocked her head to the side. Her face was free of most of that grime. Those scattered scars were more obvious now, marking her bronze skin almost lovingly. The scales framing her face and trailing down the back of her neck softened a bit, laying flat now instead of jutting upwards.
Those appealing features of hers had become a little more than just that. She was...stunning. Even in this dungeon, she imbued the ideal of strength. Those powerful shoulders slung low, held upright in a curvaceous manner. Her chest bowed forward and Peridot was more than inclined to touch her there. Would she like that?
"See you eyeing me, witchling." Jasper accused. Her voice a husky murmur behind her muzzle.
"I'm a sorceress. Not a witch." Peridot corrected.
Jasper's sizable tail lurched in its restraints, knocking against the cage structure that pinned it. "No big difference." She quipped back, squinting at her, wrinkling her nose.
"How long have you been down here?" Peridot interjected, steering the conversation where she wanted it to go. In all honesty, she had the power here. Didn't she?
Jasper seemed to take a pause. Her brow knitted for a brief moment before she answered. "Long before you were born." She replied.
Peridot ached for her. "That long?"
"And much before that." Jasper added. Her voice agonized as she relayed this to her.
Peridot wanted to set her at ease. "You aren't kept in vain." She offered, touching a tentative hand to Jasper's chest. Feeling her strong heart beating beneath her palm.
Jasper snapped at her, her wild eyes narrowed. Her slitted pupils no longer bloomed.
"They feeding you lies, sorceress." Jasper sneered, her words heavy with venom. "They tell you my magick keeps the village safe?" She asked. But it didn't really sound like she was asking.
Peridot nodded slowly. "W-without you as our beacon, our lands would die. Your people couldn't not have flourished as they have withou-"
"My people?" Jasper barked. Adding a chillingly cold laugh. "My people died out centuries before this time."
"I know, the Elder's told us that. They told us also...that you were kept on your own accord." Peridot trailed, not knowing why she felt the need to voice those insecurities. The Elder's had spoke of Jasper as a benevolent beast, with world encompassing magick. Strong enough to give life to the land, and potent enough to bring fertility to the homestead.
Peridot had been told time and time again, since her own birth...that without the Warlord being contained below, her power could decimate the mortal people. And that's why she stayed beneath the temple...to keep the people safe.
Jasper glowered at her, tugging her chains. "This look like my own accord?" She drawled out, spitting heat as she said so.
Peridot's hands fell to her sides. "It...no. No. It doesn't at all. I just-"
"Remove this muzzle, Peridot." Jasper beseeched.
The Warlord sought an opening, and thought she'd found it in Peridot. On regular circumstances, wouldn't this idea be insane? Freeing her as opposed to...keeping her chained in a literal dungeon?
Peridot just didn't know. She just didn't know what to think. This all had been so much different in her head. She hadn't anticipated this, hadn't even thought...
Amethyst had warned her.
"This thing isn't always on. The others trust. I don't have to wear it." Jasper persuaded. "You're here for slackening anyway, yeah?"
Jasper had mentioned it more than once. Was she eager for release then? She was eyeing her top with obvious fascination. Peridot was pleased to find her body responding positively. After that little bath, Jasper had cleaned up heart achingly well.
Her chiseled face so distraught and tortured. Peridot leant forward, almost without thought, and snapped open the loops that held Jasper's muzzle on, and the dreadful thing fell to the packed dirt floor.
This could be a costly mistake. Peridot knew that.
She looked up at Jasper, cautiously, and reached into the bucket. Peridot rung the towel, brushing it across the Warlord's face gingerly, taking care not to agitate the creases the muzzle had left. Free of dirt, her face was even more gorgeous. Peridot liked it quite a lot, in fact.
Jasper hadn't even snapped a single fang. She let herself be caressed and cleansed, nigh purring before she worked open her locked jaw. Peridot could sense that Jasper had lied to her before. No one took that muzzle off unless it was feeding time. She could see the divets it'd left along her face. That wasn't from a couple hour's wear. That was from centuries of it.
She wasn't vicious. She wasn't cordial or benevolent. She was subdued.
Peridot ran her finger along the creases, soothing the tender skin. Jasper relaxed to her touch, pressing her face against Peridot's hand. She brushed her lips against Peridot's knuckles, that intense gaze locked with hers.
"You're nervous?" Jasper asked.
Nervous didn't even begin to explain it. She was torn. She'd idolized the Warlord since her youth. Even sending a prayer her way when the times got rough. Each night when she lay her head across her pillow, she'd thought of her. Humbling herself, and thankful with the knowledge that such a powerful deity chose to live among them. To assist them. To keep them safe.
To say things were different would be an understatement. It was as if so much had shifted, but for absolutely nothing. This realization wouldn't change a thing. Peridot would still have to leave her here. Jasper would go back to being muzzled and restrained, like nothing had even happened.
Peridot gave a curt shake, letting her hand fall to Jasper's chest. It lofted robustly, so proud even in this condition.
"Not even a little, Warlord." She assured, the urge to drop to her knees before her now was near overwhelming.
Jasper huffed. "Don't be calling me that, Peridot."
Her name is what she preferred. "Jasper." Peridot murmured against her neck, finding brevity in her arousal.
Jasper shuddered under her hands, that massive body nearly bowing over hers. "Like the way you say that, sorceress." She voiced, her head falling back to watch Peridot intently.
Peridot all but grinned against her, she placed a tepid kiss to the crook of her shoulders, her hands roaming across her heated skin.
This is what she came here for in the first place.
Peridot glanced up at her, batting her lashes dramatically. Jasper's face pinched in confusion. "You want this?" Peridot piqued, running her fingers along Jasper's thick length, her eyes widening when it twitched. "You don't mind being...sated like this?"
She hoped it wouldn't bring her shame. Being tied to the wall and brought to orgasm in someone's hand.
Jasper gave a cruel laugh, but it did nothing to lessen her growing arousal.
"Just get on with it, Peridot." She berated, rolling her hips to deepen the contact. Peridot squeezed her through her ragged trousers, becoming a peck worrisome over her size.
Jasper spoke her name so surely, and she found an odd comfort in that.
"You ought not order me around, Jasper. I'm the one holding the reigns here." Peridot reminded, dropping to her knees and tugging Jasper's hips forward. No slack in her chains as she stood tall above Peridot, her legs spread wide.
Peridot's breath hitched when she looked up to her. That scorching gaze was rapt on her. Her pupils dilating.
"You are eager." Jasper noted, her voice so deep Peridot could feel it on her skin.
Peridot nearly blanched, her greedy fingers already tugging at the hem of Jasper's trousers. "Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, pulling Jasper's attire down in one clean motion. Her distended length sprung free, the engorged crown brushed against Peridot's cheek.
She cupped the base with both hands, her gaze riveted to the polished gold piercing on the tip. She slighted her fingers across it, marveling when her cock swelled in her palm.
"You are...untried in these things?" Jasper pried.
Peridot tore her line of focus away from her length. She took to the bucket still by her side, pulling out the soaked towel again to run it along her member. She dabbed it against Jasper's thighs, scrubbing her in all the nooks and crannies. She jolted against her thorough cleansing.
"When you say it like that, sounds like your assuming rather than asking." Peridot retorted, letting the towel fall back into the bucket with a splash. She kicked it aside, sending water sloshing across the floor.
"You're trembling, Peridot." Jasper gave back, her voice almost one of concern- if it weren't heavily laden with arousal. She nodded towards Peridot's top approvingly. "Like you in that color."
Peridot's cheeks flushed and Jasper cracked a grin. Looking so foreign on her tired face.
"I've just...never been with someone so-"
"Monstrous?"
"Big." Peridot countered, peering up at her towering frame. There was something so erotic about being betwixt the Warlord's thighs- Jasper's intent gaze rapt on her. She could almost feel her looking. Peridot dragged her finger along the underside of her throbbing shaft in utter fascination
Jasper groaned, such a low sound in her throat. Her glowing eyes intent on Peridot as she explored her.
"You have a mate waiting for you?" Jasper asked. So invasive, this one. Or was it just curiosity? Or even a hint of jealousy? Did the Warlord want her to herself, then? She seemed like the possessive kind. Territorial even.
Peridot shook her head. "I live alone, Jasper."
The Warlord stiffened under her touch. Did she enjoy hearing her name called that much?
Jasper tugged against her bindings even harder, and for a moment, Peridot wondered why she hadn't just wrenched them from the wall already. Before she could ask, the answer became blatantly apparent. An antiquated magick glowed from the chains, just dimly. So faint, Peridot almost couldn't see it.
Those hackles were enchanted with a robust spell, but one Peridot could see herself breaking. Not that she ever would...she shouldn't.
A bird flitted into the tiny port window. They both looked. The little white petrel scratched at grain that sat on the window sill. It pecked at it, and Jasper all but vibrated. She bit her bottom lip, excitingly happy to see such a menial thing. It flew away but she was not disheartened. She smiled and Peridot saw warmth in that.
Till she grinned down at her, and Peridot vaguely realized that the sun had set. Muted starlight tried in, offering little to nothing against the darkness. Jasper's eyes were hooded, and luminous in such an alluring haze.
Peridot dabbed her tongue to her lips, focusing back on the task before her. Though, was it honestly that much of a task? Her size was almost frightening. Peridot could scarcely close her fingers around Jasper's thick length.
"Move your hands on me." Jasper urged, moving forward, just so intent on getting closer to her. Peridot obliged her. She thumbed the tip, wriggling the piercing there curiously. That must have hurt. She hoped Jasper had gotten the piercing before her capture. Or... containment. Whatever this was.
Peridot clasped her hands tight around the base, pulling her grip slowly along it- squeezing the head before pulling away. Jasper groaned above her, her body shuddering from the contact. Her chains rattled and Peridot marveled as her large hands curled into fists. Her claws must have broke her own skin, for blood was trickling from her palms and onto the dirt.
The beast.
Peridot felt shivers break across her skin. She peeked up at Jasper. She expected her head to be tossed back lazily while Peridot brought her to orgasm. She gasped when Jasper's heated gaze met hers, staring so intently.
"Has anyone put you in their mouth before?" Peridot asked blatantly.
Jasper's eyes snapped wide, attentive. Avid as she slowly shook her head. "No." She answered simply. Peridot could hear her breath hitch. The slight crack in her voice when she'd said no.
Literally no one had ever been tempted to feed this thick member into their mouth? Peridot wanted to drag its weight across her tongue and moan around it, to wedge it past her lips and adore her hot flesh.
Jasper held her bottom lip betwixt her teeth, her breathing growing listless.
Peridot all but grinned as she laid a sugared kiss on the broad crown. She kept her eyes on Jasper's as she sunk the head past her pursed lips. The Warlord's jaw fell slack as she watched Peridot plunge her deep inside.
She wedged her length as far as it could go, using her little hands at the root, working them in tune with her mouth. She was sweltering against her tongue, her cock swelled and throbbed against her and Peridot moaned as she laved against each vein. She pulled her free, syrupy lines of saliva still connected them.
Jasper was squirming in her grasp. Was that a whine just now? That proud head was tossed back, defeated for the moment- groaning in agony when Peridot fed her cock back in.
"That's..." Jasper's voice hitched, her hips rocking as much as they could. Peridot clutched them, pulling her chains taut and pushing her inside deeper. She pulled back, flicking her tongue across the gold piercing, much to the Warlord's approval. She grunted mindlessly, her glimmering eyes vacant and far from lucid. One clawed finger pointed towards her bustier. "That comes off." She enjoined.
Peridot nodded with Jasper still stuck fast in her mouth. She drew away from her almost reluctantly. She dragged her hand languidly down her flushed collar, she dipped a finger between her plump breasts, tugging the hem just a pinch, revealing more of her cleavage.
She popped the top button, gasping playfully- as if it'd opened by accident. Jasper chuckled, but it came out like a strained cry in the end. Peridot grinned nigh wickedly at her, unbuttoning each fasten so slowly. The Warlord was quaking in her fist now, her cock straining towards her warm mouth pitifully.
When at last, her breasts were exposed- Jasper's knees buckled, she whined this time. Peridot heard it. So easily defeated by the sight? Peridot scooted closer on her knees and pressed her lips fully against Jasper's hips, licking her heated skin with vigor. Their eyes had yet to part and Peridot loved it.
Jasper scented the air, her eyes nearly rolling back when she inhaled. "You're wet from this?" She rasped, looking down at her eagerly.
Peridot brushed her top away, tossing it behind her without a care. She dipped her head lower, cupping Jasper's heavy sac in her soft palm. She kissed her there tenderly. Jasper shuddered, her hips thrusting into nothing.
She dragged her lips further up, kissing the Warlord so sweetly. And Jasper was more than enjoying it, she looked to her with fascination. With adoration.
Peridot brought her length back to her mouth, pressing it just at the precipice of her lips. She murmured against her sensitive flesh. "Does that please you, Jasper?"
She held her exposed breasts, twining her fingers across her nipples, tugging them almost roughly. Jasper sucked in a breath when Peridot released her breast, letting it sway beneath Jasper's gaze.
The beast licked one of her fangs, no doubt craving to sink those into her. Peridot cursed her body for wanting it, too.
"Your bottoms. Remove them." Jasper bit out, nodding towards her skin tight leathers. Peridot stood before her, her breasts pressing against Jasper's abdomen as she shimmied from her trousers. She kicked out of them aw well as her red boots, sending them sprawling in her excitement.
Peridot's clasped Jasper's erection firmly, tugging on it till Jasper stood on the tips of her toes. She was displayed naked before her idol, coaxing her into an orgasm. This was all so maddening, but Peridot could find no reason to stop now.
"Don't." Jasper berated, jerking her hips back hard. Her back pressed against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut with obvious effort. She stilled herself, opening her eyes again to place them on Peridot. She was starring hard at the little patch of curls between Peridot's thighs. Eyeing her there hungrily. "Spread your legs, sorceress."
Peridot glowered at her, keeping her legs very much shut as she toyed between them with her own hands. She slipped her fingers along her drenched sex, nearly crying out to have some pressure relieved.
Jasper was becoming hysterical once more. She jerked at her bindings so hard, Peridot feared they might come undone. She growled fiercely, showing her fangs menacingly as she expected her order to be followed.
When Peridot did not obey, the Warlord elicited whined, seeming to try and calm. "Let me taste you. Bring your fingers to my mouth." She beseeched, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Peridot gasped. Such an erotic creature. She saw no harm in obliging her once more. Peridot slighted her hands up Jasper's massive form and brushed her slick fingertips across the beast's mouth. To which she greedily took, her thick tongue delving out to whirl around her fingers. Licking them clean with a groan.
"Goin' to be needing more of that..." She growled. "Straddle me, Peridot. Sit on my shoulders. Let me have more of you."
Peridot shook her head breezily. "No, Jasper. I'm staying right here." She informed, stooping to her knees once more. Jasper's head rolled to the side, her protest was caught on a breathless cry when Peridot squeezed her cock roughly, bringing it back to her mouth. She kissed the crown before wedging it past her lips once more.
"Wicked sorceress..." Jasper cursed, her fists balling tight, her knuckles white. What would the beast do if she ever got her hands on her? Peridot was almost frightened to think of how roughly Jasper would take her. Centuries of restraint tended to do that to a creature. Had she had sex down here? Amethyst said it was just hand jobs, and Jasper had been more than giddy to receive this.
Peridot hummed around her, sending Jasper into a fit. There was slack in her chains, enough for her to thrust between her lips. Peridot held place obediently, allowing the beast a moment of pure alleviation.
Jasper gnashed her fangs and fucked her little mouth with vigor. Cramming as much as she could till Peridot hit her limit. Her claws curled, and Peridot knew she ached to sink them in her flesh. To drag her in closer, and use her body to her own accord.
Peridot was content to accept her come this way. She wanted to milk the Warlord dry- till she quivered wordlessly from such a forceful orgasm. Afterglow would look good on Jasper. This creature was simply made for sex. Her impeccable form boasted proud shoulders, perfect for tossing legs over. Ropes of bronzed sinew flexed with every thrust of her hips.
Peridot slinked her hands to Jasper's backside, she clutched her ass tight- tugging her even deeper into her mouth. The Warlord buckled over and began praising her in words Peridot didn't recognize. A guttural tongue that sounded harsh and branding.
"Going to come like this." Jasper warned, her pace becoming erratic and rhythm-less.
Peridot released her giving backside, dipping one hand to toy with her dripping sex. She pressed a finger inside, moaning as she did so. Jasper watched her steadily, those golden eyes sharp and transfixed on her. As if the Warlord was enthralled.
Something must have displeased Jasper, for she stopped moving all together. Her body tight and nearly trembling as she stilled, sunk deep in Peridot's mouth. She laved her tongue against it absently, only to be scolded by her.
"Stop that..." Jasper pleaded, sweat beading on her forhead. Peridot withdrew her promptly, hoping she hadn't overwhelmed her. Pushed her to do something she was uncomfortable with. "Can't...finish like that, Peridot. Need to be inside of you."
Peridot's heart flipped. "No, Jasper!" She blurted.
Jasper had expected resistance. "I've yet to touch you and you're like this? You're wet for me. Your little body is readying for me. It's greedy for a lover, isn't it?"
Peridot's free hand flew to her mouth, her face heated from her vulgarity. Despite it all, Jasper was...right. Peridot hadn't lain with another in so many years, and she could only imagine how long it'd been for Jasper. Why not let off some steam...? Scratch and itch. Yeah, that's it.
If she thought on it hard enough, sex wasn't forbidden. Amethyst hadn't mentioned a no sex rule. Yet, Peridot cursed herself for even needing a rule to not fuck the Warlord. She'd be ashamed of herself if she wasn't busy squirming with need.
"This won't get us in trouble?" Peridot found herself asking. So foolishly.
Jasper released a bated breath, shaking her head quickly. "No." She rushed, rocking her hips. "The slim one does it every time." Jasper persuaded.
"The slim one...?" Peridot trailed, thinking on who she could possibly- oh gods. "Pearl?"
Jasper nodded hurriedly. "That one. Yes." She took a step forward, pulling her chains tights. "I won't hurt you." She promised, her voice softening.
Peridot knew Jasper wouldn't hurt her intentionally...but even with her restraints in place, Jasper's size alone could do Peridot in. She wasn't even sure they'd fit.
This was ludicrous, and she was still going to do it, wasn't she?
Peridot looked to the cuffs binding Jasper's wrists. Those would keep her bound back. She couldn't take Peridot in hand and do as she pleased. It was Peridot who was in control here.
"What will it be, sorceress?" Jasper asked, serious now. Simply wanting an answer. Yes or no.
No one had to know about this. No one would know about this. It was blowing off steam, nothing more.
Peridot came closer to her, finding she wasn't bashful under Jasper's gaze. She felt...desired. Treasured.
"That's it, Peridot." Jasper praised, tilting her head to kiss her. She pressed their lips together, Jasper's tongue laved at her mouth, asking for entrance, to which Peridot gave eagerly. Her tongue encompassed her mouth, lapping at hers so greedily.
Peridot cupped Jasper's face, standing on her toes to deepen their kiss. She pulled away only for air.
"H...how do we go about this?" Peridot queried, surprised to hear how breathy her own voice sounded.
Jasper placed another scorching kiss to her mouth, so fiercely Peridot knew she'd bruise. "You turn around, and you spread your pretty thighs for me." She rasped against Peridot's ear.
Peridot shivered, doing as Jasper instructed. She remained close, her back pressed against Jasper's broad chest. The Warlord took her knee and nudged Peridot's legs open. They both groaned in disappointment to find they didn't align.
Jasper stooped lower for her, humbling herself to the ground for Peridot. They fell perfectly into place. Jasper's cock pushed against her entrance already, nearly slipping inside.
Peridot moaned, her hands worked on her own sex, spreading it for the beast behind her. Jasper growled her approval, undulating her hips to slip her length against her folds. She whimpered at first contact, leaning her head back to lay against Jasper's shoulder, her chest flushed with color as she eased her hips back.
She could feel the broad crown of her engorged shaft wedge inside. She stilled herself so soon, finding just the head to be a challenge for her tight sex.
Jasper coaxed her deeper, though. "Doing so good, Peridot. Take more of me." She urged, trying to thrust against her restraints. "Gods...you feel so good." She growled, her chest rumbling against Peridot's back.
Peridot whimpered, sinking her in further, sliding her body slowly along. Jasper was inpatient, her cock pulsing inside her deliciously thick. Her body was on fire, and the extreme pressure she felt did little to quell that desire.
Her hands flitted to her breasts, pinching the tips between her fingers. She grew wetter, just having Jasper settling inside brought her bliss.
"That's...fuck." Peridot cursed, feeling her body refusing to acclimate. She'd never had a lover quite as endowed as this. "So much..." Peridot mewled, reaching between her legs to feel how far Jasper was.
Only half way inside? Peridot cringed, but wasn't off put.
"Back up, put slack in my chains. Let me fuck you." Jasper commanded, desiring to take control this soon.
Peridot shook her head, refusing. "No, Jasper." She tilted her head, taking in the Warlord's musk scent. It made her mind hazy just to breathe her in. "Just...give me a second." She brought her fingers to her aching clitoris, thrumming it hurriedly as she fell back more, pressing Jasper deeper.
Jasper grew impatient, she tried to take the reigns- thrusting against her as best as she could, restless and moaning. Peridot worked her length in a fervor, coming to the thick hilt of it. Her hands flew to Jasper's head, clutching her tight as she bucked her hips.
The beast snarled by her ear, and Peridot feared she'd bite her. Jasper touched her fangs to the sorceress' neck, licking at the tendons beneath her flesh. Yet she did not pierce her. She kissed her there, clearly restraining from sinking her teeth in. Such a tender display.
Jasper nuzzled her face. "Turn to me, Peridot." She murmured, beseeching a kiss. Peridot tilted her head once more, holding Jasper close, pressing their lips together so gently. She lapped at her mouth, growling when Peridot returned the forays, flicking the tongues together.
They must have moved back a degree. Jasper's chains hung laggard, giving her ample room to thrust against her. She pulled her cock out, only to plunge it fully back inside of her. Peridot went to her toes, screaming into the kiss.
She was losing herself in it, almost ready to relinquish control and give it up to the beast rutting into her creamy flesh. But there was still the fear of Jasper hurting her. It seemed like she scarcely had control of her own actions at the moment.
"Why'd you stop?" Jasper bit out, teasing her fangs against Peridot's neck. Brushing her hands against Jasper's skull, she took to moving again, stirring her hips and pressing them seamlessly together. She grew vigorous with it, undulating mindlessly.
Peridot whined, her eyes falling shut. "Jasper."
Jasper's chains snapped tight. "Going to come inside of you, Peridot."
Was she asking or demanding? The beast snarled against her neck before sinking her fangs into her taut skin. Peridot squealed, startled when her sex clenched around her shaft. Jasper dragged her backwards, a deep rumbling in her chest advised resistance. As if Peridot possessed any.
Jasper fucked her without break, thrusting against her mercilessly. Peridot's breasts swayed and she could hear the beast struggling to grasp them- her paws held fast by her restraints. Her claws curled and instead she bit Peridot harder.
Jasper released her neck at last, giving her neck a tender lick. Kissing her bruised flesh with serene gentleness. "I can fuck you like this every time, sorceress. Would you like that?"
Like it? Peridot was willing to beg for it. She drew her hands to clench Jasper's thighs, holding her there. Seating her deep. Jasper all but whined as she was forced still, her demeanor quickly changing as she felt Peridot tighten around her. She was so fucking close.
"Slower..." She breathed, loosening her grip and letting Jasper move once again. She plunged into her masterfully, taking her time will each shallow thrust. Peridot's whimpering was verging constant as she neared the edge.
"Feel you, Peridot." Jasper rasped, giving it to her slower still, drawing out Peridot's climax. She screamed, only to have it swallowed in a desperate kiss. Jasper groaned as she her little sheath clenched, wave after wave till her knees quivered. Her breathing hitched and she pulled away from the kiss for air.
In a moment tenderness, Jasper pressed their foreheads together, her rhythm sporadic as she came with her. Those golden eyes met hers, keeping them as she ejaculated inside of her. Pumping spend in hot streams. Peridot couldn't speak as they had their orgasm together, her words lost on a soundless cry and she clasped Jasper tight. Kissing her softly as her body rocked with the strongest climax of her life.
She trembled against her, her body singing as her hands fell to her side. That had been...amazing. She'd never had sex that good with long term partners. Jasper fucked her into a stupor in one goddamn day. Peridot was dizzy in her after glow, a silly grin spread across her flushed face.
"You fuck everyone that good, Warlord?" Peridot teased, nudging Jasper free. Come spilled from her onto the floor, leaving her decadently messy. She toyed between her thighs, feeling their wetness before stooping to grab her clothing.
Jasper had stilled behind her, her breathing oddly even. "Just the ones I like, witch." She gritted, sounding off putting. Aggressive.
Peridot turned to her, squinting curiously as she slipped her trousers on, shimmying as she tugged them round her waist. Jasper eyed her swaying breasts, but remained displeased.
"Something seems...different with you here?" Peridot extended. Her body still high from her climax. "Everything alright?"
Jasper's gaze narrowed. "You know magicks." She shook her chains, not breaking eye contact. "What you think of these? Too strong for you to disenchant?"
Was she...attempting escape right now? Peridot blanched, her mind whirring as she put her top on, buttoning it hurriedly. "I...can't be sure, Jasper." She offered. "Not that I would attempt to do that."
Jasper snorted. "What you mean, sorceress? I saw the disgust when you arrived. My condition appalls you." Her face softened and in a moment of bashfulness she nodded to her own trousers. Peridot tugged them up quickly for her, fastening them and retreating back from her.
Of course her condition appalled her. She was kept in a fucking dungeon for gods sake. She obviously hadn't been bathed in years, and what have they been feeding her? Birds and grain? The creature needed sustenance. She needed care. Not release. The village couldn't afford to lose Jasper.
"Your condition here will change." Peridot assured, and a sunny smile broke on Jasper's face, and her mighty tail lurched behind her. "I'll take much better care of you than the others do, I swear it."
That smile faded quickly, turning to a lip curling snarl. "You're leaving me like this?" Jasper asked evenly, her voice sounding eerily tranquil compared to her tight demeanor.
"I can't just let you leave, Jasper. You know that already, don't you?" Peridot argued. "We'd die without you."
"How do your Elder's even know that. How can you be sure?" Jasper spat, pulling against her restraints to get closer. "You'd let another living being live like this on assumption? Superstition?"
Peridot's mouth fell open, she pressed her hand to it. "Why are you doing this?" Guilting her like that. This wasn't her fault. This wasn't her mistake to fix. There was good reason for all of this. There was good reason. "I just can't do that."
"You just fucking won't do it. Coward sorceress." Jasper sneered, her words heated and laced with venom as she spoke.
Peridot wouldn't stand here and be insulted. She glowered at her, flinching to even look at the chains that kept her bound. It was heart aching and it was wrong. But it was necessary.
She simply shook her head. "I'm sorry, Jasper. I can't help you." She said, taking a few steps back as Jasper's gaze turned frenzied. Her pupils narrowed on her menacingly.
She murmured hauntingly low. "Don't come back again, Peridot."
Her chest tightened.
"You don't mean that. I'll come back, I swear. And I'll help you any way I can, okay?" Peridot pleaded, trying her damnest to just reason with her. Show Jasper her side of the situation. Her hand fell to the door latch and the beast thrashed violently. Her chains clattering so loudly it made Peridot's ears hurt.
"Fuck you!" Jasper howled, actually spitting at Peridot's feet, struggling against her binds. Her feet dug into the ground and she fought towards her. "Leave! Don't ever let me see you again."
Peridot gasped, her mien shaking as she turned the latch on the door. They'd just shared the most intimate sex Peridot had ever received, and now she was cursing her. Bellowing at her to get out of her sight. Jasper had begun speaking in that foreign tongue again, biting words at her that Peridot knew were far from pleasantries.
Were there tears pricking at her own eyes? Peridot dabbed her fingers there, retreating from the room. "I'm so sorry!" She cried, her voice choking as she slammed the door shut. It muffled the Warlord's ranting, her shouting hardly dimmed by the thing. Peridot pulled the lever on her chains, loosening them for her mercifully.
She absently realized she'd left the muzzle off. Jasper could be shouting the rest of the night, bellowing loudly enough to wake the Elder's.
But she died down. A pin-drop could be heard as Jasper remained silent. Peridot could hear feet shuffling across the floor, and a loud thump and chains rattle as something slumped to the floor. She knew that something was Jasper. Falling to the ground in a defeated heap.
Peridot nearly fell to the floor as well. Her heart seized harshly in her chest, and she had to smudge away her tears. She tore herself away from the dungeon, staggering up the incline back to humanity. Her legs still weak from their mating. They wobbled beneath her as she strode further, coming to the second door. She swung it wide, almost coming to her knees when it opened.
She scrambled up, slamming it too behind her. She slunk to the floor finally, catching her face in her hands, unaware for a moment that Amethyst was sitting in the corner. Staring vacantly at her.
Peridot opened her mouth to speak, snapping it shut over and over. Simply having no words for everything that'd just happened.
Amethyst turned to her, solemnly, just as one pitiful wail echoed from the dungeon below. Peridot nearly screamed her agony in answer.
"I tried warning you, P."