Johnny Pseudo
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First and foremost, welcome. Used to run by another name here, but started fresh because I felt it was time for a change.
On topic, this piece is a bit of an odd one, I must admit. I don't believe I've ever done an allegory piece; though that hardly describes the scope of what I was aiming for here. For the longest time, I've wanted to weave together a sort of “Mythos” story; turned out that this one would be based on the aspect of Lust. Maybe one day there shall be a continuation to this; perhaps a “Sevin Sins” series? Who knows?
Another aspect I realized upon completion was the length. I wanted it to be much shorter than it turned out, but alas, the spark of creativity hit me hard here. Irregardless, a fair bit of effort went into this one, and I can only hope that it shows. :redstar: :feather:
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… It was merely a fortnight ago that I saw her once more.
This was not the first time I had seen her, no. On many occasions, our paths would cross at the social gatherings I attended; it was there at which I had the opportunity to first speak with her. Though the conversation was brief, I was left with an everlasting imprint. The way she seemed to capture the eyes of the many who were present. She seemed to have an affectious charm about her. I was stricken with love not unlike any I had ever felt before the more I talked with her.. There also seemed to be a certain air about her; mysterious, in its own way, I suppose.. But I did not dawdle in such trivial thoughts. I decided I must find her outside of these gatherings, lest I were to learn any more about her.
The last time I had seen her, I had the pleasure of discussing many a topic with her. She was reserved, but at the same time, I could sense a devious tone she half-heartedly made apparent.. As many times as I had spoken with her, I had not the distinction of learning her name; she remembered mine though, and remembered it well.
As the night came to a close, I watched her disappear down the road on foot; though I chased after her, she disappeared into the night. Almost as if the encroaching darkness carried her off, never to be seen by my impure eyes again. I journeyed home shortly thereafter, full of bitterness for the opportunity I had missed. By the time I was ready to sleep, my mind couldn't help but think of her once more. I decided to go to my study and continue reading one of my many books; anything I could do to keep my mind from pondering over what could be.
Sleep eventually came; restless as I was, I found myself dreaming of her. There she stood inside my private study, just the same as I had seen her last.
“Do you dare speak my name?”
“Just... who are you, milady?” I asked, trying to look at her through the scant candlelight.
She took off the red ribbon from the end of her ponytail; allowing her earthen colored hair to flow freely. I could see the sorrow etched across her face. Her emerald colored eyes gazed upon my own, before looking back down to the floor.
“I am just as I appear; the woman you dream of when sleep finally takes you. Your thoughts, your desires; I am the one who is the focal point of them all. The one who is to be both the eye of your affections, and your downfall as well.”
“My downfall? Surely you jest! I am not worthy to speak with you. Pray, might I finally learn the name I have been so eagerly waiting to hear?” She slowly crossed the room and sat upon my desk, gripping the ribbon tightly.
She turned around, facing away from me, setting the ribbon down. The black dress she wore fluttered about her ankles, gently caressing the tops of her bare feet. “Should you learn it, it would merely bring you false-happiness. I fear that only sorrow and anguish can come of our meeting tonight. Pray, I ask of you to wake up; forget about me and your desires! Do not let my image fool you; it is not as it appears! We are both one in the same, and yet we are different, her and I...”
I started towards her, making a feeble attempt to grab her arm. The scant candle lighting the room flickered out into nothingness. Darkness took hold of us both, as we were plunged into the everlasting shadows.
I quickly awoke; my gaze darted across the room in hopes she was still there. Nothing but my drink and book were around. A yawn escaped my lips as I stood to journey off to bed. As I reached for the candle atop my desk, I found myself frozen in place.
“There... just like in the dream... could it...could it be possible it wasn't a dream?” I asked myself. Next to the candle, the bright red ribbon she had so casually set down. I lifted it up to examine it; indeed it was the same one.
Through the next few days, I did my best to not think of what we spoke of within the dream. It was not until several weeks later that I had another run in with her.
She was alone in the park; quitely sitting on a bench beneath a willow tree. How odd I thought that she be out at such a time, but nevertheless, I found myself gravitating towards her. I brought my presence to her attention, to which she happily bade me sit by her side. I did not speak of the dream I had from several weeks past; nor, of the ribbon I found within my study. We talked for a good while; she, talking of this and that, and I offering her rebuttle. During one tradeoff, a breeze kicked up, causing her to giggle.
I asked her what was so amusing, to which she replied, “Pardon dear sir, but I'm very ticklish you see; it doesn't help that I decided to sit barefoot, with my feet placed atop the bristly grass either.”
That easily caught my attention, which I had to elaborate on. “I find that hard to believe, Miss. If you're so ticklish, why would you purposely sit barefoot then?” With one hand, she pulled back a few strands of hair that masked her view of me. “It's rather silly... but I enjoy being barefoot; it's a rather guilty pleasure of mine..”
"Ah... I see." I replied, feeling the urge to continue on welling up. "What would happen if someone were to come and tickle you? I dare say you might just regret being barefoot then, wouldn't you agree?"
"I suppose you're right.. I'm awfully ticklish as well. Fortunately, I've yet to have anyone be that bold and try their luck in tickling me."
We both laughed; it was an amusing idea, to say the least. I don't know what willed me on, but I added, "So what would you say if I felt like trying my luck at tickling you?" She paused for a minute to cross her arms; "I might think about leaving then. I'd also say you were indeed a different sort of fellow." she giggled. "Perhaps your right. But perhaps I could say that you aren't as ticklish as you claim. For all I know, it's just an elaborate ploy to start conversation." I replied.
We sat there in silence and gazed at each other. She looked away, and gently picked up her bare feet, setting them both onto my lap. Looking me in the eyes, she broke the silence, “... Why don't you see for yourself how ticklish I am? Since you seem to think me a liar.” I chuckled at her antics, though I was enthralled at her straightforwardness. “Are you sure?” I asked, bringing my fingertips to her closest sole. “Oh... very much so. I insist.” she replied, wiggling her toes for me. Though felt I should have restrained myself, there was something... almost hypnotic... to her voice that willed me on.
Looking back to her feet, I could see that they were well taken care of; the nails were very clean, and finely shaped. I lazily traced a finger around the sole of her left foot, waiting to hear some sort of response escape her lips. As I traced up and down, I glanced up to see her gently biting her lower lip. Even through this, I could hear the faintest bits and pieces of stiffled laughter; so one fingertip quickly turned into two. Each lashed out against those soft soles; with each deliberate inch I moved, I could feel the gentle twitches of her feet.
I shan't lie; I was quite enjoying making the woman of my affections squirm from each ticklish stroke I gave. While my fingers explored up the balls of her feet, I heard her giggles beginning to waft out from behind her curling lips. Feeling bolder, I decided to bring her feet together, while holding her two big toes, I tickled the sensitive flesh underneath the toes on one foot.... then the other. With this new method, she couldn't hold back her laughter any longer; it would seem to me that she was in quite a pleasant mirth. Even though it be forced, it wasn't the laughter of a tortured woman; rather, the laughter of an individual enjoying themself.
I took note that she didn't bother pulling away, nor, did she allow herself to obstruct the “inquiry” I was giving to her feet. I began at once to trace across the base of her toes, around to the tops; every now and then, I would dip into the shallow recesses of the tender skin between them. With each dip, she uttered a squeal of delight intertwined with giggling.
Before long, I noticed she was watching me through squinted eyes; not looking away or shutting them, as I'd imagined she had been. “Seheehee? I wasn't... lahahayihihing!” she squealed, while I gently scratched at the soles once again. “I can see this now; you seem to be speaking the truth.” I replied with a cocksure grin. Truth be told, in my current state, I would have loved to continue our little “arrangement”, but alas, I felt I had overstepped my boundaries with the young woman.
To make amends, I decided to give her a foot rub; it was the least I could do to show my appreciation to her.
“Ah... how very kind of you, sir...” she moaned as I thumbed the arch of her foot. “Think nothing of it. I'm honored you'd allow me such a privilege.” came my response. It was quite soon that I took my leave of the young woman. I felt that should I have stayed any longer, I would have ended up doing some... unbecoming acts, which needn't be done in such a public locale. Rather strangley, I might add, was the way in which she bid me farewell. Although I did my best to maintain a level of neutrality, it was obvious I was becoming aroused; how could I not? When we gave our farewells, she eyed me with a certain... lust, if I might so boldy admit.
“Maybe next time we can continue where we left off, hmm?”
With a laugh, I agreed; turning on my heels, I began walking. I could feel my heart beating a little faster with each step. I turned to catch a final glance at her once again; she bore an alluring grin and presented me a wink while she watched me continue on.
That night sleep found me once more; calmer than the last few nights, I'll admit. Dreams found me as well.
I opened my eyes to find myself once again inside my study. Gazing upon some paperwork, I began ruffling through the stack of papers on my desk. From the corner of the room, I could hear footsteps ascending the staircase. Methodical steps... though I was unsure of who they belonged to.
One lone candle burned at my desk; with a few scattered sporatically throughout the room. Ignoring the approaching footsteps, I continued as I was; that was, until the door opened.
“... Tsk tsk... Hard at work again I see... I think it's time you had a break, don't you think?”
I perked up a little at the sound of her voice. Turning around, I faced her, relishing at what my eyes beheld.
Her hair fluttered just past her shoulders. She was wearing nothing, save for a thin silver necklace with a blood red jem hanging down at the front.
The woman started towards me, running her fingers delicately over the books set into the nearby bookcase. With each step she took, her hips rolled from side to side, and her perky breasts bounced this way and that. Her emerald eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, but... perhaps this was merely a deception of my own imagination.
“So would you care to learn even more about me? I was perhaps thinking of a more... in-depth study, if you will...”
It wasn't so much her voice that charmed me, but the subtle actions she showed while talking to me. The eyes she batted at me were of the same persuasion from that night in the park.
I looked down at myself; noticing I was nude as well. Though now, it hardly mattered. In seconds, she was standing before me.
Taking my chin in one fingertip, she leaned in towards my ear and blew gently onto it. Her breath was oddly cool as she continued on; “From the top of my head... to the curves of my hips... down to the soles of my feet... What do you think? Would that satiate your appetite for knowledge?”
That voice... so enchanting... Her words sent chills down my spine. How could they not?
“I watched you the other night in the park.” she continued, pulling me up from my seat. Our hold on each other was lost as she turned around, goading me with a finger towards the bedroom. “I saw you take such a keen interest in my feet. I know that you wanted more though... right?” she cooed, as I picked her up off the ground. Stepping through the doorway, I could feel her legs crossing around my back as I began kissing around her bosom, working my way up to her neck.
“You're right-” I admitted, kissing the nape of her neck while we fell upon the bed. Taking her arms above her head, I pinned them down with one hand while my other gently tickled the soft flesh of her underarms. Our lips connected once more, while our tongues danced intricately with one another. I could hear the stiffled laughs attempting to escape from within her. I broke off our kiss and listened to her lightly laugh and squeal; my fingers gently dancing around her ribs and sides all the while. “-I did take quite an interest in those little feet of yours... But that's not the only thing I took interest in.” I added, beginning to gently thrust inside of her.
Together we layed there; the sounds of our love the only noise within this realm of dreams.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a distant voice, it was rather peculiar, I must admit...
“... You must cease this...”
“... All is not as it appears, my friend... You must not give in...”
She could see that something was amiss; perhaps it was my expression, or that the repitition of our motions began to slow. “Whatever is the matter, lover?” she asked, running her nails lightly across my back.
“Ah... I'm sorry.. It's nothing.” came my reply.
“Good; then what's holding you back?” she asked, as her jem started to illuminate her bosom.
I don't know how long into the night we made love, nor, do I remember when exactly my dream ceased. I remember she allowed me to do with her as I pleased; indulged in every one of my sexual desires without question.
I tickled her in many a fashion; there wasn't a single place I did not test. I remember restraining her arms to the corner-posts of the bed, while I tied her ankles together. She begged with me, nay, pleaded, that I not tickle her helpless feet. Her pleas were... half-hearted, I must admit. I ignored them, while I eagerly began lapping at her toes. She must have enjoyed this, for she began laughing merrily; encouraging me on by flexing them for me. I spent much of my time learning how to best coax her laughter out; from the sensations of skittering nails, to the light swishes of a feather across her soles.
Eventually, I untied her ankles, but not before climaxing as I tickled her madly. I did not feel tired; nor worn out, as it is usually the case when these things happen. She bade me to perform cunnilingus, which I gladly agreed to. Most of the night continued in this sort of fashion, though, each time we reached climax, it was in a different way.
'Lest I forget how she tied me up; she explored my body, just as I did hers.
She spent a lot of time tickling my feet, as she teased me all the while. "Heehee... such a ticklish little boy, aren't you? For every lash you gave my feet with your tongue is one minute I'm going to spend tickling yours!"
This dream was nothing short of a godsend for a man like me. O', how I prayed it never to end!
Unfortunately, such prayers are hardly ever answered.
I finally awoke in my room sometime later, much to my disappointment. As I lay nude underneath my bedsheets, I let out a sigh and rolled over, closing my eyes. I felt something fall against my chest as I rolled; feeling around, my fingers touched the necklace around me. Instantly, I recognized it as hers; it simply had to be. If these coincidences I had experienced over the last few weeks taught me anything, it was to cease the amazement I felt when something like this occurred. Unclasping it from around my neck, I held it aloft and solemnly gazed at it. The morning sun bled through a nearby window onto me; illuminating the trinket I held in my hand. It sparkled like no gem I had ever seen before; surely there was something odd about it, there had to be!
My thoughts drifted back to what I dreamt of; I clasped the necklace back around my neck and settled into the bed. Eventually, sleep took hold of me once again.
“I want you to wear this.” she spoke, flashing me a smile. “What exactly is it?” I asked, watching as she put it on me; the small jem fluttered softly against my chest. “It's my favorite jem; I can't tell you how long It's been in my posession for. I want you to wear it for me, and keep it safe.”
I started to protest, but she merely brought a finger to my lips, quelling my objection. She gazed into my eyes, and I to hers; we stayed like this while she began once more. “Do this for me... You want to make me happy... don't you?”
Her voice... so melodic... those glowing eyes.....
I slowly nodded, continuing to look into her eyes. I remember she rose off the bed, slowly stepping backwards. She bent down and beckoned me to follow her with a finger. I could feel myself getting off the bed; I stood and slowly began after her. “You want to know my name... don't you?” she cooed, stepping past the candlelight into the awaiting darkness. I felt myself nodding, beginning to catch up with her..
As to what transpired next, I haven't the faintest idea. I awoke later in the day; almost noon. For several days, I thought long about what had happened in those two dreams. I didn't see her; though I cannot lie and say I didn't look for her. It felt as though with each passing day, I began missing her more and more.
Eventually, a week passed; then came the second, and still no sign of her. Did she leave the city?
Each night, I wore her necklace; in the back of my mind, I hoped that it might allow me to see her once more. I did not dream of her; not directly, anyway. Every few nights, it seemed to me that she was communicating with me while I dreamt. Vague images of her would haunt me to the point where I would follow after them. She would taunt me, hoping in earnst that I would give chase; I did not disappoint her. I would hear her speak to me; she told me not to worry, and that she would soon see me again. It gave her great pleasure to know I had not stopped wearing her jemstone.
This went on for almost a month; and by then, my friends around me had noticed I had begun to change. They speculated that I seemed to have lost a fair bit of my vigor; and that I didn't seem to be so carefree as I had been. Pah! What do they know? Outwardly, I looked about the same. I couldn't tell the difference. Inwardly though, I knew their words had more of a truth to them. I longed to be by her side; I hadn't seen her in almost a month, nor had I felt her caressing touch. The other people who knew of her hadn't the faintest idea of where she'd gone either. Fortunately, none of them seemed as interested in her as I was, and wrote off her disappearance on the precidince that she moved away.
I however, knew this to be false.
It all came to a head on one rainy night a week later. A month exactly since I had last had a vivid dream with her in it. I awoke this time restrained on some unknown bed... in some unknown room I hadn't ever been inside, totally nude. My arms were tied together at the forearm, restrained by another object connecting off to somewhere I couldn't see. My legs were tied together at the ankles, and again just above the knees. I strained to looked at my bindings; from what little I could make out, they seemed to be black silken sashes, tinged with a hint of red. I tried to move around, but quickly discovered that I could not; these were not ordinary sashes; there was no give to them!
“I see you've finally come to... Good. I've been waiting for you.” came the all-to-familiar voice.
Out from the shadows she slinked; the scant candlelight seemed to flicker with each step she took. There was something different this time, however. Her tone seemed... empty.
Upon reaching my side, she layed down next to me, propping herself up with one arm while the other took to drawing circles round my abdomen.
“It's been a while, you know.” she started, “I thought you might have forgotten about me...”
“Of course not; how could I forget one such as you?” I replied, tensing up from her strokes. Pulling away, she reached up and grasped the jem, holding it between two fingers. I noticed it had started glowing once more; exactly as it had the other night. A rather odd smile crossed her lips as she gazed into my eyes once more. Without a word of warning, she straddled me while gently licking her lips. “So... I can see that you've done a good job in safeguarding that pendant for me. You've no idea what that means to me, do you?”
Immediately, I could tell something was wrong; moreso than it had been as of recent.
I remained still, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. Her white teeth seemed to glimmer in the light... were they sharper than before?
My vision was torn back to those deep, emerald eyes...
A mistake I would soon grow to regret.
Once more, the woman's eyes started to glow. I could start to feel myself becoming entranced again. “Do you have the faintest idea of why I gave you the pendant, love?” Her hips began to grind into me; her womanhood sliding against my rigid member. Leaning down close, I could smell the faint odor of perfume as she ran her index finger underneath my chin, keeping my gaze straight. My head began nodding a slow, but affirmative, no; “The pendant you wear is what I call my “Soul Jem”. It's an odd little trinket I've had for centuries now. Not that it would matter to a human like you.”
The entirity of my being burned with a desire I hadn't known up until this point. Almost like a hunger that drives a man to steal when he's starving; this feeling kept my eyes and mind focused entirely on her. I could feel myself growing more aroused by the minute, even though a small portion of my inner mind was terrified.
One blink.
Two blinks.
“You wished to learn my name, did you not?”
An angelic voice; next to my ear, it sounded so pure and innocent. I responded with a meek nod, shivering slightly I felt myself finally slide into her.
“You may call me... Lillith.”
“Lillith...”; the name sounding so soft as I struggled to speak it. It were as if my voice had fled from my body. The woman sat up once more, revealing unto me a sight of which I could hardly believe. Her earthen hair turned a bright blonde; dark, ebony wings appeared at her sides, spreading out across the entirity of the size of the bed. Perhaps the most frightening thing I beheld was her eyes.
Bright, red irisis; staring into my own, unwavering, and unblinking.
“Allow me to explain what is to become of you, my little slave...” she started, slowly moving herself over my manhood.
Her voice echoed out within the room as she talked to me. Pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, and a place at her side were but few of the things I had to look forward to. I didn't give her any rebuttle, save for the nod of my head when asked what I thought. My body and mind were betraying me, I had realised; too little, and too late, unfortunately.
“I told you...”
Within the innerworkings of what shreds were left of me, the real me, the voice from the first dream called out to me.
“Why didn't you believe me? Why!?” she cried, while I watched with glee at the woman who was to be my “Mistress” laugh cruelly from atop of me.
“It matters not now... you failed to heed my warning, and now you must pay for your sin. You only have yourself to blame for what happens now.”
The succubus pulled herself from me, laying at my side. She raised one foot and set it onto my chest, next to my face. “Be a good boy now and kiss them..” she spoke, slowly flexing her toes for me. I did as she asked without question. With one hand she grasped my manhood, slowly working it up and down. Her toes felt cool to the touch; I found myself eagerly kissing each one, watching with an excited hunger as she slowly wiggled them away from me. “You like that slave? Are these what you want...?” she teased, setting her right foot next to her left. I nodded my head in earnst; the sight of her ten, wiggling toes was almost too much to bear.
The soft touch of her hand around my rigid member faded; replacing the hand were her nails, gently running along the backside. I let out a groan, settling back onto the bed as I tugged at my bindings.
Silence... no... every so often, my animalistic grunts would break this monotony. Laughter began escaping my throat as her nails tickled the soft, round flesh below my manhood. “Oh? Did someone forget to tell me of this particular spot when I last saw him?” she asked, letting all five nails skitter about. Words failed me, as I thrashed around, struggling to cease her assault; I could only offer hearty laughter to answer her. I managed to somehow open my eyes, a hard thing to do when placed in a situation like this. Her expression was alluring; she blew me a kiss before grabbing my member once more.
Between my laughter and groans of pleasure, I turned my head, gazing into a mirror set onto a nearby wall. I should have been mortified, and I was; but I was moreso curious at what I saw. Her figure was absent from it, but I could see myself, albeit, blurred by my teary eyes. I could see that my eyes were of the same color as hers; and glowed just as brightly in the obscure lighting.
Closer... and closer... my climax was not far off. Between the pleasure of her hand stroking me, and the ticklish sensations I felt between my legs, I was in pure bliss. “HAHAHA!! Mistrehehess!!” I cried, struggling against my restraints. Surely, she must have known I was so close, for she slowed her pace down to almost a standstill. “Almost through already? Tsk... naughty little boy... We'll have to fix that, won't we?”
Whether it was magic, or some illusion, I felt my bindings disappear. She stood at my side with her wings outstretched, still stroking me.
“Follow your mistress... There is still much that you must do for me.” she cooed, taking a few steps back. Slowly, I arose from the bed, standing on legs that barely felt like my own. I began after her, as she stood at the beginning of the darkness.
Again, I passed another mirror, and again, I gazed upon it. My appearance was haggard... almost mortifying. I looked not at all like my own self, almost... ghostly, if you will. Was this part of the dream? Was I still even dreaming?
“Forgive him Father; for he knows not what of he does.”
In the reflection, a young woman was behind me. I turned around, to see Lillith, the real Lillith standing before me. “I pray you make the right choice. An eternity of cruel enslavement, or a life filled with love and hope? I cannot make you choose, but I will pray for you nonetheless.” she spoke; the black dress she wore gently swept the ground as she stood near her other “self”.
Looking over them both; my mind wouldn't sway, nay, refused to sway.
I took her counterpart's side; feeling a growing happiness as she tickled me once more. “Plehehease Mistress, allow me to behehe with you always!” I cried, pulling her into me. We stood there passionately kissing, all the while Lillith's former self looked on with sadness in her eyes.
As our tongues broke away, I felt her nails digging into the flesh on my back, while she whispered into my ear. “Your soul is mine... You should have listened to her while you still had the chance!” I could hear the manic glee dripping from her voice.
I felt her ebony wings wrap around her and I, as the darkness took us both.
Though to where exactly... I cannot say.
On topic, this piece is a bit of an odd one, I must admit. I don't believe I've ever done an allegory piece; though that hardly describes the scope of what I was aiming for here. For the longest time, I've wanted to weave together a sort of “Mythos” story; turned out that this one would be based on the aspect of Lust. Maybe one day there shall be a continuation to this; perhaps a “Sevin Sins” series? Who knows?
Another aspect I realized upon completion was the length. I wanted it to be much shorter than it turned out, but alas, the spark of creativity hit me hard here. Irregardless, a fair bit of effort went into this one, and I can only hope that it shows. :redstar: :feather:
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… It was merely a fortnight ago that I saw her once more.
This was not the first time I had seen her, no. On many occasions, our paths would cross at the social gatherings I attended; it was there at which I had the opportunity to first speak with her. Though the conversation was brief, I was left with an everlasting imprint. The way she seemed to capture the eyes of the many who were present. She seemed to have an affectious charm about her. I was stricken with love not unlike any I had ever felt before the more I talked with her.. There also seemed to be a certain air about her; mysterious, in its own way, I suppose.. But I did not dawdle in such trivial thoughts. I decided I must find her outside of these gatherings, lest I were to learn any more about her.
The last time I had seen her, I had the pleasure of discussing many a topic with her. She was reserved, but at the same time, I could sense a devious tone she half-heartedly made apparent.. As many times as I had spoken with her, I had not the distinction of learning her name; she remembered mine though, and remembered it well.
As the night came to a close, I watched her disappear down the road on foot; though I chased after her, she disappeared into the night. Almost as if the encroaching darkness carried her off, never to be seen by my impure eyes again. I journeyed home shortly thereafter, full of bitterness for the opportunity I had missed. By the time I was ready to sleep, my mind couldn't help but think of her once more. I decided to go to my study and continue reading one of my many books; anything I could do to keep my mind from pondering over what could be.
Sleep eventually came; restless as I was, I found myself dreaming of her. There she stood inside my private study, just the same as I had seen her last.
“Do you dare speak my name?”
“Just... who are you, milady?” I asked, trying to look at her through the scant candlelight.
She took off the red ribbon from the end of her ponytail; allowing her earthen colored hair to flow freely. I could see the sorrow etched across her face. Her emerald colored eyes gazed upon my own, before looking back down to the floor.
“I am just as I appear; the woman you dream of when sleep finally takes you. Your thoughts, your desires; I am the one who is the focal point of them all. The one who is to be both the eye of your affections, and your downfall as well.”
“My downfall? Surely you jest! I am not worthy to speak with you. Pray, might I finally learn the name I have been so eagerly waiting to hear?” She slowly crossed the room and sat upon my desk, gripping the ribbon tightly.
She turned around, facing away from me, setting the ribbon down. The black dress she wore fluttered about her ankles, gently caressing the tops of her bare feet. “Should you learn it, it would merely bring you false-happiness. I fear that only sorrow and anguish can come of our meeting tonight. Pray, I ask of you to wake up; forget about me and your desires! Do not let my image fool you; it is not as it appears! We are both one in the same, and yet we are different, her and I...”
I started towards her, making a feeble attempt to grab her arm. The scant candle lighting the room flickered out into nothingness. Darkness took hold of us both, as we were plunged into the everlasting shadows.
I quickly awoke; my gaze darted across the room in hopes she was still there. Nothing but my drink and book were around. A yawn escaped my lips as I stood to journey off to bed. As I reached for the candle atop my desk, I found myself frozen in place.
“There... just like in the dream... could it...could it be possible it wasn't a dream?” I asked myself. Next to the candle, the bright red ribbon she had so casually set down. I lifted it up to examine it; indeed it was the same one.
Through the next few days, I did my best to not think of what we spoke of within the dream. It was not until several weeks later that I had another run in with her.
She was alone in the park; quitely sitting on a bench beneath a willow tree. How odd I thought that she be out at such a time, but nevertheless, I found myself gravitating towards her. I brought my presence to her attention, to which she happily bade me sit by her side. I did not speak of the dream I had from several weeks past; nor, of the ribbon I found within my study. We talked for a good while; she, talking of this and that, and I offering her rebuttle. During one tradeoff, a breeze kicked up, causing her to giggle.
I asked her what was so amusing, to which she replied, “Pardon dear sir, but I'm very ticklish you see; it doesn't help that I decided to sit barefoot, with my feet placed atop the bristly grass either.”
That easily caught my attention, which I had to elaborate on. “I find that hard to believe, Miss. If you're so ticklish, why would you purposely sit barefoot then?” With one hand, she pulled back a few strands of hair that masked her view of me. “It's rather silly... but I enjoy being barefoot; it's a rather guilty pleasure of mine..”
"Ah... I see." I replied, feeling the urge to continue on welling up. "What would happen if someone were to come and tickle you? I dare say you might just regret being barefoot then, wouldn't you agree?"
"I suppose you're right.. I'm awfully ticklish as well. Fortunately, I've yet to have anyone be that bold and try their luck in tickling me."
We both laughed; it was an amusing idea, to say the least. I don't know what willed me on, but I added, "So what would you say if I felt like trying my luck at tickling you?" She paused for a minute to cross her arms; "I might think about leaving then. I'd also say you were indeed a different sort of fellow." she giggled. "Perhaps your right. But perhaps I could say that you aren't as ticklish as you claim. For all I know, it's just an elaborate ploy to start conversation." I replied.
We sat there in silence and gazed at each other. She looked away, and gently picked up her bare feet, setting them both onto my lap. Looking me in the eyes, she broke the silence, “... Why don't you see for yourself how ticklish I am? Since you seem to think me a liar.” I chuckled at her antics, though I was enthralled at her straightforwardness. “Are you sure?” I asked, bringing my fingertips to her closest sole. “Oh... very much so. I insist.” she replied, wiggling her toes for me. Though felt I should have restrained myself, there was something... almost hypnotic... to her voice that willed me on.
Looking back to her feet, I could see that they were well taken care of; the nails were very clean, and finely shaped. I lazily traced a finger around the sole of her left foot, waiting to hear some sort of response escape her lips. As I traced up and down, I glanced up to see her gently biting her lower lip. Even through this, I could hear the faintest bits and pieces of stiffled laughter; so one fingertip quickly turned into two. Each lashed out against those soft soles; with each deliberate inch I moved, I could feel the gentle twitches of her feet.
I shan't lie; I was quite enjoying making the woman of my affections squirm from each ticklish stroke I gave. While my fingers explored up the balls of her feet, I heard her giggles beginning to waft out from behind her curling lips. Feeling bolder, I decided to bring her feet together, while holding her two big toes, I tickled the sensitive flesh underneath the toes on one foot.... then the other. With this new method, she couldn't hold back her laughter any longer; it would seem to me that she was in quite a pleasant mirth. Even though it be forced, it wasn't the laughter of a tortured woman; rather, the laughter of an individual enjoying themself.
I took note that she didn't bother pulling away, nor, did she allow herself to obstruct the “inquiry” I was giving to her feet. I began at once to trace across the base of her toes, around to the tops; every now and then, I would dip into the shallow recesses of the tender skin between them. With each dip, she uttered a squeal of delight intertwined with giggling.
Before long, I noticed she was watching me through squinted eyes; not looking away or shutting them, as I'd imagined she had been. “Seheehee? I wasn't... lahahayihihing!” she squealed, while I gently scratched at the soles once again. “I can see this now; you seem to be speaking the truth.” I replied with a cocksure grin. Truth be told, in my current state, I would have loved to continue our little “arrangement”, but alas, I felt I had overstepped my boundaries with the young woman.
To make amends, I decided to give her a foot rub; it was the least I could do to show my appreciation to her.
“Ah... how very kind of you, sir...” she moaned as I thumbed the arch of her foot. “Think nothing of it. I'm honored you'd allow me such a privilege.” came my response. It was quite soon that I took my leave of the young woman. I felt that should I have stayed any longer, I would have ended up doing some... unbecoming acts, which needn't be done in such a public locale. Rather strangley, I might add, was the way in which she bid me farewell. Although I did my best to maintain a level of neutrality, it was obvious I was becoming aroused; how could I not? When we gave our farewells, she eyed me with a certain... lust, if I might so boldy admit.
“Maybe next time we can continue where we left off, hmm?”
With a laugh, I agreed; turning on my heels, I began walking. I could feel my heart beating a little faster with each step. I turned to catch a final glance at her once again; she bore an alluring grin and presented me a wink while she watched me continue on.
That night sleep found me once more; calmer than the last few nights, I'll admit. Dreams found me as well.
I opened my eyes to find myself once again inside my study. Gazing upon some paperwork, I began ruffling through the stack of papers on my desk. From the corner of the room, I could hear footsteps ascending the staircase. Methodical steps... though I was unsure of who they belonged to.
One lone candle burned at my desk; with a few scattered sporatically throughout the room. Ignoring the approaching footsteps, I continued as I was; that was, until the door opened.
“... Tsk tsk... Hard at work again I see... I think it's time you had a break, don't you think?”
I perked up a little at the sound of her voice. Turning around, I faced her, relishing at what my eyes beheld.
Her hair fluttered just past her shoulders. She was wearing nothing, save for a thin silver necklace with a blood red jem hanging down at the front.
The woman started towards me, running her fingers delicately over the books set into the nearby bookcase. With each step she took, her hips rolled from side to side, and her perky breasts bounced this way and that. Her emerald eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, but... perhaps this was merely a deception of my own imagination.
“So would you care to learn even more about me? I was perhaps thinking of a more... in-depth study, if you will...”
It wasn't so much her voice that charmed me, but the subtle actions she showed while talking to me. The eyes she batted at me were of the same persuasion from that night in the park.
I looked down at myself; noticing I was nude as well. Though now, it hardly mattered. In seconds, she was standing before me.
Taking my chin in one fingertip, she leaned in towards my ear and blew gently onto it. Her breath was oddly cool as she continued on; “From the top of my head... to the curves of my hips... down to the soles of my feet... What do you think? Would that satiate your appetite for knowledge?”
That voice... so enchanting... Her words sent chills down my spine. How could they not?
“I watched you the other night in the park.” she continued, pulling me up from my seat. Our hold on each other was lost as she turned around, goading me with a finger towards the bedroom. “I saw you take such a keen interest in my feet. I know that you wanted more though... right?” she cooed, as I picked her up off the ground. Stepping through the doorway, I could feel her legs crossing around my back as I began kissing around her bosom, working my way up to her neck.
“You're right-” I admitted, kissing the nape of her neck while we fell upon the bed. Taking her arms above her head, I pinned them down with one hand while my other gently tickled the soft flesh of her underarms. Our lips connected once more, while our tongues danced intricately with one another. I could hear the stiffled laughs attempting to escape from within her. I broke off our kiss and listened to her lightly laugh and squeal; my fingers gently dancing around her ribs and sides all the while. “-I did take quite an interest in those little feet of yours... But that's not the only thing I took interest in.” I added, beginning to gently thrust inside of her.
Together we layed there; the sounds of our love the only noise within this realm of dreams.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a distant voice, it was rather peculiar, I must admit...
“... You must cease this...”
“... All is not as it appears, my friend... You must not give in...”
She could see that something was amiss; perhaps it was my expression, or that the repitition of our motions began to slow. “Whatever is the matter, lover?” she asked, running her nails lightly across my back.
“Ah... I'm sorry.. It's nothing.” came my reply.
“Good; then what's holding you back?” she asked, as her jem started to illuminate her bosom.
I don't know how long into the night we made love, nor, do I remember when exactly my dream ceased. I remember she allowed me to do with her as I pleased; indulged in every one of my sexual desires without question.
I tickled her in many a fashion; there wasn't a single place I did not test. I remember restraining her arms to the corner-posts of the bed, while I tied her ankles together. She begged with me, nay, pleaded, that I not tickle her helpless feet. Her pleas were... half-hearted, I must admit. I ignored them, while I eagerly began lapping at her toes. She must have enjoyed this, for she began laughing merrily; encouraging me on by flexing them for me. I spent much of my time learning how to best coax her laughter out; from the sensations of skittering nails, to the light swishes of a feather across her soles.
Eventually, I untied her ankles, but not before climaxing as I tickled her madly. I did not feel tired; nor worn out, as it is usually the case when these things happen. She bade me to perform cunnilingus, which I gladly agreed to. Most of the night continued in this sort of fashion, though, each time we reached climax, it was in a different way.
'Lest I forget how she tied me up; she explored my body, just as I did hers.
She spent a lot of time tickling my feet, as she teased me all the while. "Heehee... such a ticklish little boy, aren't you? For every lash you gave my feet with your tongue is one minute I'm going to spend tickling yours!"
This dream was nothing short of a godsend for a man like me. O', how I prayed it never to end!
Unfortunately, such prayers are hardly ever answered.
I finally awoke in my room sometime later, much to my disappointment. As I lay nude underneath my bedsheets, I let out a sigh and rolled over, closing my eyes. I felt something fall against my chest as I rolled; feeling around, my fingers touched the necklace around me. Instantly, I recognized it as hers; it simply had to be. If these coincidences I had experienced over the last few weeks taught me anything, it was to cease the amazement I felt when something like this occurred. Unclasping it from around my neck, I held it aloft and solemnly gazed at it. The morning sun bled through a nearby window onto me; illuminating the trinket I held in my hand. It sparkled like no gem I had ever seen before; surely there was something odd about it, there had to be!
My thoughts drifted back to what I dreamt of; I clasped the necklace back around my neck and settled into the bed. Eventually, sleep took hold of me once again.
“I want you to wear this.” she spoke, flashing me a smile. “What exactly is it?” I asked, watching as she put it on me; the small jem fluttered softly against my chest. “It's my favorite jem; I can't tell you how long It's been in my posession for. I want you to wear it for me, and keep it safe.”
I started to protest, but she merely brought a finger to my lips, quelling my objection. She gazed into my eyes, and I to hers; we stayed like this while she began once more. “Do this for me... You want to make me happy... don't you?”
Her voice... so melodic... those glowing eyes.....
I slowly nodded, continuing to look into her eyes. I remember she rose off the bed, slowly stepping backwards. She bent down and beckoned me to follow her with a finger. I could feel myself getting off the bed; I stood and slowly began after her. “You want to know my name... don't you?” she cooed, stepping past the candlelight into the awaiting darkness. I felt myself nodding, beginning to catch up with her..
As to what transpired next, I haven't the faintest idea. I awoke later in the day; almost noon. For several days, I thought long about what had happened in those two dreams. I didn't see her; though I cannot lie and say I didn't look for her. It felt as though with each passing day, I began missing her more and more.
Eventually, a week passed; then came the second, and still no sign of her. Did she leave the city?
Each night, I wore her necklace; in the back of my mind, I hoped that it might allow me to see her once more. I did not dream of her; not directly, anyway. Every few nights, it seemed to me that she was communicating with me while I dreamt. Vague images of her would haunt me to the point where I would follow after them. She would taunt me, hoping in earnst that I would give chase; I did not disappoint her. I would hear her speak to me; she told me not to worry, and that she would soon see me again. It gave her great pleasure to know I had not stopped wearing her jemstone.
This went on for almost a month; and by then, my friends around me had noticed I had begun to change. They speculated that I seemed to have lost a fair bit of my vigor; and that I didn't seem to be so carefree as I had been. Pah! What do they know? Outwardly, I looked about the same. I couldn't tell the difference. Inwardly though, I knew their words had more of a truth to them. I longed to be by her side; I hadn't seen her in almost a month, nor had I felt her caressing touch. The other people who knew of her hadn't the faintest idea of where she'd gone either. Fortunately, none of them seemed as interested in her as I was, and wrote off her disappearance on the precidince that she moved away.
I however, knew this to be false.
It all came to a head on one rainy night a week later. A month exactly since I had last had a vivid dream with her in it. I awoke this time restrained on some unknown bed... in some unknown room I hadn't ever been inside, totally nude. My arms were tied together at the forearm, restrained by another object connecting off to somewhere I couldn't see. My legs were tied together at the ankles, and again just above the knees. I strained to looked at my bindings; from what little I could make out, they seemed to be black silken sashes, tinged with a hint of red. I tried to move around, but quickly discovered that I could not; these were not ordinary sashes; there was no give to them!
“I see you've finally come to... Good. I've been waiting for you.” came the all-to-familiar voice.
Out from the shadows she slinked; the scant candlelight seemed to flicker with each step she took. There was something different this time, however. Her tone seemed... empty.
Upon reaching my side, she layed down next to me, propping herself up with one arm while the other took to drawing circles round my abdomen.
“It's been a while, you know.” she started, “I thought you might have forgotten about me...”
“Of course not; how could I forget one such as you?” I replied, tensing up from her strokes. Pulling away, she reached up and grasped the jem, holding it between two fingers. I noticed it had started glowing once more; exactly as it had the other night. A rather odd smile crossed her lips as she gazed into my eyes once more. Without a word of warning, she straddled me while gently licking her lips. “So... I can see that you've done a good job in safeguarding that pendant for me. You've no idea what that means to me, do you?”
Immediately, I could tell something was wrong; moreso than it had been as of recent.
I remained still, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. Her white teeth seemed to glimmer in the light... were they sharper than before?
My vision was torn back to those deep, emerald eyes...
A mistake I would soon grow to regret.
Once more, the woman's eyes started to glow. I could start to feel myself becoming entranced again. “Do you have the faintest idea of why I gave you the pendant, love?” Her hips began to grind into me; her womanhood sliding against my rigid member. Leaning down close, I could smell the faint odor of perfume as she ran her index finger underneath my chin, keeping my gaze straight. My head began nodding a slow, but affirmative, no; “The pendant you wear is what I call my “Soul Jem”. It's an odd little trinket I've had for centuries now. Not that it would matter to a human like you.”
The entirity of my being burned with a desire I hadn't known up until this point. Almost like a hunger that drives a man to steal when he's starving; this feeling kept my eyes and mind focused entirely on her. I could feel myself growing more aroused by the minute, even though a small portion of my inner mind was terrified.
One blink.
Two blinks.
“You wished to learn my name, did you not?”
An angelic voice; next to my ear, it sounded so pure and innocent. I responded with a meek nod, shivering slightly I felt myself finally slide into her.
“You may call me... Lillith.”
“Lillith...”; the name sounding so soft as I struggled to speak it. It were as if my voice had fled from my body. The woman sat up once more, revealing unto me a sight of which I could hardly believe. Her earthen hair turned a bright blonde; dark, ebony wings appeared at her sides, spreading out across the entirity of the size of the bed. Perhaps the most frightening thing I beheld was her eyes.
Bright, red irisis; staring into my own, unwavering, and unblinking.
“Allow me to explain what is to become of you, my little slave...” she started, slowly moving herself over my manhood.
Her voice echoed out within the room as she talked to me. Pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, and a place at her side were but few of the things I had to look forward to. I didn't give her any rebuttle, save for the nod of my head when asked what I thought. My body and mind were betraying me, I had realised; too little, and too late, unfortunately.
“I told you...”
Within the innerworkings of what shreds were left of me, the real me, the voice from the first dream called out to me.
“Why didn't you believe me? Why!?” she cried, while I watched with glee at the woman who was to be my “Mistress” laugh cruelly from atop of me.
“It matters not now... you failed to heed my warning, and now you must pay for your sin. You only have yourself to blame for what happens now.”
The succubus pulled herself from me, laying at my side. She raised one foot and set it onto my chest, next to my face. “Be a good boy now and kiss them..” she spoke, slowly flexing her toes for me. I did as she asked without question. With one hand she grasped my manhood, slowly working it up and down. Her toes felt cool to the touch; I found myself eagerly kissing each one, watching with an excited hunger as she slowly wiggled them away from me. “You like that slave? Are these what you want...?” she teased, setting her right foot next to her left. I nodded my head in earnst; the sight of her ten, wiggling toes was almost too much to bear.
The soft touch of her hand around my rigid member faded; replacing the hand were her nails, gently running along the backside. I let out a groan, settling back onto the bed as I tugged at my bindings.
Silence... no... every so often, my animalistic grunts would break this monotony. Laughter began escaping my throat as her nails tickled the soft, round flesh below my manhood. “Oh? Did someone forget to tell me of this particular spot when I last saw him?” she asked, letting all five nails skitter about. Words failed me, as I thrashed around, struggling to cease her assault; I could only offer hearty laughter to answer her. I managed to somehow open my eyes, a hard thing to do when placed in a situation like this. Her expression was alluring; she blew me a kiss before grabbing my member once more.
Between my laughter and groans of pleasure, I turned my head, gazing into a mirror set onto a nearby wall. I should have been mortified, and I was; but I was moreso curious at what I saw. Her figure was absent from it, but I could see myself, albeit, blurred by my teary eyes. I could see that my eyes were of the same color as hers; and glowed just as brightly in the obscure lighting.
Closer... and closer... my climax was not far off. Between the pleasure of her hand stroking me, and the ticklish sensations I felt between my legs, I was in pure bliss. “HAHAHA!! Mistrehehess!!” I cried, struggling against my restraints. Surely, she must have known I was so close, for she slowed her pace down to almost a standstill. “Almost through already? Tsk... naughty little boy... We'll have to fix that, won't we?”
Whether it was magic, or some illusion, I felt my bindings disappear. She stood at my side with her wings outstretched, still stroking me.
“Follow your mistress... There is still much that you must do for me.” she cooed, taking a few steps back. Slowly, I arose from the bed, standing on legs that barely felt like my own. I began after her, as she stood at the beginning of the darkness.
Again, I passed another mirror, and again, I gazed upon it. My appearance was haggard... almost mortifying. I looked not at all like my own self, almost... ghostly, if you will. Was this part of the dream? Was I still even dreaming?
“Forgive him Father; for he knows not what of he does.”
In the reflection, a young woman was behind me. I turned around, to see Lillith, the real Lillith standing before me. “I pray you make the right choice. An eternity of cruel enslavement, or a life filled with love and hope? I cannot make you choose, but I will pray for you nonetheless.” she spoke; the black dress she wore gently swept the ground as she stood near her other “self”.
Looking over them both; my mind wouldn't sway, nay, refused to sway.
I took her counterpart's side; feeling a growing happiness as she tickled me once more. “Plehehease Mistress, allow me to behehe with you always!” I cried, pulling her into me. We stood there passionately kissing, all the while Lillith's former self looked on with sadness in her eyes.
As our tongues broke away, I felt her nails digging into the flesh on my back, while she whispered into my ear. “Your soul is mine... You should have listened to her while you still had the chance!” I could hear the manic glee dripping from her voice.
I felt her ebony wings wrap around her and I, as the darkness took us both.
Though to where exactly... I cannot say.
