“Brother,” Mad Dog told D, “that was intense, and we weren’t even part of it.”
As soon as he said it, I knew he was wrong. The trees had filtered some of the MC’s energy to us, and ours to them.
“Yeah, you were. Not directly.” I pointed to the nearby trees. “They directed your energy to the trees in the circle. I didn’t realize it at the time.” I looked at D. “Did you?”
“No, but you’re right.”
We ate in Mad Dog’s man cave. He has tabletops he can put on the pool table, ping pong table, and foosball table, and plenty of folding chairs in an adjoining storage area.
The party at the clubhouse had been our official send-off, but this was family, and they made me feel as if I belonged. Everyone hugged me before we left to go back to our house, and they weren’t just being polite. They wished us safe travels and told me to go kick ass. All of them knew the tournament would be broadcast live on social media, and they knew what time our first match was. Mad Dog told me Velvet would have it on the screens in the bar area of the restaurant, and all I could do was hug him because I couldn’t figure out how to thank him for making me part of the family.
Chapter Thirty
Dementor
I hate flying commercially. Packed in like cattle. No, worse — like damned chickens. I was prepared to pay for first class seats, but Ember wanted to sit with her teammates. I tried to buy two coach seats for my big ass but the fuckers wouldn’t let me. I’m big and I don’t mind paying extra to be comfortable, but that apparently wasn’t an option.
If the team managed to make it to the semifinal tournament, no way was I flying steerage class internationally. The players all wore Birmingham Hellcats tight-as-fuck t-shirts, and the rest of us wore everyday shirts with the Hellcats logo. It’s possible we were a little rowdy on the plane, but the other passengers and the airline employees seemed to enjoy it, so it all worked out. I have a feeling some of them might’ve even made plans to watch the match online.
I’d reserved a large suite complete with living room and conference table, which I intended to use to feed everyone. As soon as the team began talking about where they were eating, I told them, “I’m planning on ordering thirty hamburgers and enough fries to go with them. They have veggie burgers too, will six be enough? We have a suite, so ya’ll come to our room for dinner. My treat. I’ll have plenty of bottled water. If you want something else to drink tonight, you’ll need to bring it with you.”
“I’ll text our room number to the group chat when I get it,” Ember told them. “Our first bout is kind of early tomorrow, and this will let us eat and chill and talk about strategy a little more.”
Ember
The tournament featured fifteen matches in three days. If we kept winning, we’d be in four. We only needed to win the first two in order to make it to the semifinals, but we weren’t seeded terribly high, which meant we’d have to take out some heavy hitters. Winning the first match would be an upset, winning the second would be a major upset.
But none of that was on my mind when we started the first jam. We’d watched so many videos of the opposing team, I felt as if I personally knew them. Things didn’t go well the first couple of jams, and my heart sank as their points racked up and ours crept up.
Until it was my turn to be jammer, and my inner swan pushed so hard I had to restrain myself a few times. When my jam ended, we were only five points behind. They pulled me out for the next jam so I could catch my breath, and then I went back in with the star on my helmet — and a twenty-one point deficit.
But I was on a roll, and I went around and around the track. No one could stop me. I skated under, around, through, and even jumped over outstretched legs a few times. We held a nine point lead when the whistle blew to end the jam, and I bent over to try to catch my breath.
My points streak took hold and energized us. Our other jammers started making better headway. When the final whistle blew we were ahead by twenty-four points, and our competition was stunned.
Unfortunately, the team playing us in the next round royally kicked our asses seven hours later. We lost by ninety points. They crushed us.
And everything hurt. Our suite came with a hot tub, and Dementor put me in it and brought me wine.
“We’re all going to a sports bar in a little bit,” I protested when he brought the wine. “I want to get drunk with them. I shouldn’t get a head start!”
“Just one glass, then. Enough to loosen you up so you don’t get stiff.”
I took a sip of wine, settled it on the side, and relaxed my head back. I’d need to wash my hair before we went to the bar, so I wasn’t worried about it getting wet.
“This means my big day is Thursday,” I told him.
“It does. How do you feel about that?”
“Excited. A little anxious? I don’t know. I’m mostly looking forward to it but there are some unknowns.”
“Aaron says he understands you’ve always chased the next adventure.”
“That’s probably accurate.” No, it was the fucking truth, actually.
“More wine.”
I opened my eyes, sat up a little, and drank half the glass.
He chuckled and smiled. “The timer will turn off when you’ve been in fifteen minutes. I’ll grab a shower now so I won’t be in your way while you get ready.”
Dementor
The bear saw the entire team and their people as his. I had to push him down a few times when Ember’s teammates talked to people we didn’t know. He wanted to make sure everyone was safe, but these girls could take care of themselves. Not only that, but the bar was full of our team as well as other teams, and they all seemed to have each other’s backs. Any man who decided to be an asshole jerk on this night was in danger of losing his balls.
My job was to keep Ember in drinks, which didn’t turn out to be terribly difficult. The team started doing tequila shots, and I bought a few rounds for everyone. I also put one of the team members who doesn’t have much money on our tab once I realized she’d stopped ordering more. She protested at first when I put a drink in front of her and told her to drink up, and then she protested again later when I ordered food for her, but she ate it.
When Ember and I finally hit our room at around three in the morning — five in the morning back home — she was nicely toasted. I was tempted to take her out on our large balcony to fuck her brains out, but there was no way she was going to be quiet with this much tequila in her, so I bent her over the high back of one of the sofas and fucked her ass hard. I didn’t want to take the time to dig the donuts out so I could go hard and fast in her pussy, which meant her poor little bottom got everything I’d held back for the nearly two days since I’d last fucked her. I don’t know if she could walk when I finished because I carried her to bed and then proceeded to fuck her ass some more when she spooned back into me. By this time, she’d sobered up, which meant she begged for relief. But I didn’t give her any.
I also reached around and twisted, pulled, slapped, and just generally fucked with her clit the whole time I fucked her ass once we were in bed. I hurt her worse if she got too loud, so eventually she learned not to scream when she begged me to stop.
It was the first time anyone had ever whispered to me when they begged, and it turned me the fuck on. My hips went faster and harder, and my balls drew up until I thought I’d explode, but I held back and denied myself for the longest, just so I could hear those pathetic little whispers begging for mercy, and the whines she held in when I was particularly rough on her poor little clit.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ember
Saturday night, the team and I did way too many tequila shots, and then D tore my asshole up when we finally made it back to our suite. He was also pretty damned rough on my clit, but it was exactly what I needed and wanted. We hadn’t had sex in two days and my body craved his hands, his cock, his strength. D’s rough, demanding voice was like the whipped cream on top of it all.
Sunday
, we saw two matches, did some shopping and sightseeing, and I think we ate five times — twice with my teammates. Still, we were back in our suite well before midnight, and this was the night he chose to celebrate our blood bond. I don’t generally like gentle, sweet sex, but he mixed it in with the rough stuff enough, I thought my heart might melt. How could someone so damned good at rough sex also make love? His eyes, his lips, his fingers, his voice. I didn’t think it was possible to love anyone more than I loved D.
And then came Monday and Tuesday. The team had gone home and now it was just us, and he checked us out of the hotel and into a kinky bed and breakfast. He’d shipped a box to the B&B so he could properly work me over with his whips and paddles, and so he could keep me where he wanted me with my wrist and ankle cuffs. I still sucked at staying still, but he didn’t seem to mind having to tie me down to whip me.
He kept me dressed in nothing but a collar and my cuffs the entire time we were there. Well, he put me in super-high heels when we left our room, but not a stitch of clothing. Towels were draped over the seats of the dining room chairs for those submissives allowed to sit at the table. Some kneeled beside their Master’s chair and were handfed. Others were given food in a dog bowl. I’d done both plenty, and I was glad Dementor wanted me by his side, eating like a human.
Okay, so I was a tiny bit jealous of the pets and slaves being handfed, but I was still happier in the chair. Probably.
Our bedroom had a cross, an elaborate spanking bench, a cage, and a pillory set so you bent over and your neck and wrists were locked in, leaving your butt in the air for spanking or fucking or whatever.
And the king-sized bed had tons of attachment points all the way around.
At first, I worried the B&B was going to make some of my old baggage resurface again. We heard other submissives being whipped, heard them begging for an orgasm, heard them screaming in pain, and then saw them at breakfast. They heard me, too. It’d been a long time since my submissive status had been an open book, and this combined with my nudity brought back feelings I’d buried.
And yet, Dementor treated me like the love of his life. He put my food on my plate and he knew what I’d want. He had his arm around me when we walked through the beautiful mansion, or while we explored the well-manicured grounds with him in jeans and no shirt, and me naked save for the collar.
Our time at the B&B was a healing experience rather than a painful one, and it made me love him even more.
Of course, the fact he tortured me far past what I thought I could possibly handle also made me fall in love with him all over again.
And his dominance didn’t end when we left the B&B. He was clear that our fun-with-power-exchange time wasn’t up until the morning after we arrived home, which meant the plane ride was also a torture session. Not only was my pussy, asshole, nipples, and clit so sore I had a hard time focusing on anything besides them, he’d put a glass plug in my ass and fine grain sandpaper inside my bra.
And he had a hard-on most of the way home. Not granite, but more than a semi. A few times, he put my hand on it so I’d feel him rock hard, usually when I was particularly uncomfortable and he could smell my arousal and pain blending together.
On the plane, he put my lightweight jacket over his lap and had me slowly rub him most of the flight. I was allowed to stop when someone walked down the aisle towards us, but otherwise, he wanted a nice, slow, constant stroke, and the only way I was getting orgasms that night was if I kept him sufficiently on edge all day. He had the window seat and I was beside him, so it worked out okay, but damn.
Oh, and he draped the jacket over my lap once so he could push on my raw and inflamed clit. Every once in a while, he’d ordered me to squeeze my asshole around the plug, too.
I got one more night of the most exquisite sexual torture when we arrived home, and then he had me change into a swan and back to human before breakfast the next morning. I’m pretty sure he didn’t want Aaron and Sophia to scent so much raw skin, or to realize my asshole and pussy were so sore I felt them every time I moved.
After a nice breakfast, we went to the house I’d been living in when I met Dementor. Sophia was waiting for us, sitting on the steps. After hugs and greetings, we followed her to the artificial waterfall behind the pool and let her hold our hands as she walked us through. We arrived in Faerie, and she warned us to hold our breath and close our eyes. The next thing I knew, we stood on the edge of a stone shelf at a much larger waterfall. We walked through it, took a short hike through what appeared to be a tropical forest, and came to a large meadow at the edge of the trees. Aaron and two men I didn’t recognize stood in the shadows.
“We’re on an uninhabited island in the human realm, far from civilization or shipping channels. It’s safe to fly as our dragons here,” Sophia told us as we crossed the meadow.
“This is Myrddin,” Aaron said, his hand on the large man’s arm. He looked to the other man and added, “And this is Gavin.”
Dementor squeezed my hand and I picked up on bad vibes.
“Concilio.” Dementor’s voice clearly expressed his displeasure. It was an accusation, not a question.
Myrddin nodded to us. “I am. I’m also closer than you can understand to Aaron, and only a few years younger than him. Today is about dragon business.”
“A dragon must bite or scratch the swan while the latter is transforming from human to swan. We’ve found it works best if both happen during the few scant seconds of the change,” Aaron told us. “Myrddin usually has sex with the swan maidens. He changes to his dragon form as their change starts, he bites them and then holds the swan in his claws as he takes off, making sure at least one talon pierces the skin. However, in this instance, it would seem more appropriate for the two of you to have sex, and for Myrddin to be close enough he can bite Ember while she changes.
“That’s pretty damned close,” Dementor noted. He didn’t sound happy.
Sophia stepped forward and put her hand on D’s arm. “I wanted you here. It would’ve been simpler to do it without you, and have Gavin remove Ember’s memory of having sex with Myrddin, but I didn’t want...” She took her hand off him and stood a little taller. “You’re important to Ember. I wanted you to be part of this.”
“I was told you were accustomed to performing in front of people?” Myrddin asked while looking at D instead of me.
D shook his head. “Before Ember, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t performing, it was just—” He looked at me, clearly worried he’d say something to upset me.
“It’s okay. I’ve seen the other bikers doing the sweetbutts whenever they wanted, I figure you did too. The question is whether you’re comfortable having sex with me while Myrddin hovers close. It isn’t like we aren’t both accustomed to sex around other people.”
“Aaron, Myrddin, and I will fly with her on her maiden flight,” Sophia told D. “Would you like Aaron or me to wait for you to climb onto us, so you can fly as well?”
He shook his head. “My first time riding a dragon should be on Ember, but thank you for offering.”
She nodded and kept going. “Gavin, Aaron, and I don’t need the answers to the questions Myrddin’s about to ask. We’ll move to the other side of the field, and we won’t watch the sex. We’ll feel the energy of her change, and we’ll turn and watch from that point.”
They’d hear everything from across the field, of course, but at least it gave us the illusion of privacy.
Sophia pulled me into a hug, and I squeezed her back. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to be a dragon, and yet, I was anxious. It was another grand adventure and I couldn’t wait to fly as a dragon, but I suppose I needed one more reassurance.
“It’s going to be okay,” Sophia told me. “I can’t wait to fly with you.”
She was right, of course. I gave her a final squeeze and let go. “Thank you. I needed that.”
Myrddin’s questions revolved around whether I could orgasm on command or whether he’d have to pay close attention to my st
ate of arousal. Also, how long it would take to bring me to an orgasm large enough to fuel the change.
“First thing in the morning when she’s relaxed, three to five minutes,” D told him. “Now, with an audience, and knowing you’re going to bite her when she finally comes? I have no idea. I’ll be able to monitor her and tell her to come, so you’ll know.”
The two of them worked out logistics as if I weren’t standing there, but I didn’t bitch because I was happy not to have to join the conversation. Finally, we all disrobed. I’d worn leggings and slip-on shoes so this part wouldn’t take longer than necessary.
I’d noted Sophia wore a wrap-around dress. When it was time for her to strip and change, it would come off like a robe.
Ember
Dementor put the donuts on his dick and I stared at the ground, naked but not even a tiny bit horny.
I jumped a little when his voice came in my head.
Can you hear me?
My gaze swung to his in surprise. Yes!
Good. You know how this works — doesn’t matter if you’re horny or not. My dick’s hard and your cunt’s available. Works better if you’re wet, but it isn’t required.
And fuck if my body didn’t react. My clit pulsed. My nipples craved his fingers on them. My pussy and asshole clenched.
He chuckled, placed his hands around my rib cage, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his body and groaned when he aimed just right, and his dick was suddenly spreading me. Filling me. I braced my hands on his shoulders, but he stopped and shook his head. “Not today. Grab your elbows and trust me. We’re going at my speed today, not yours.”
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