Bound

Elise watched, absolutely mesmerized, as the wheel spun around and around, her foot pushing on the treadle faster. The fluffy cloud of wool in her hands took up the twist provided by the flyer of the spinning wheel easily. She'd had her small heard of sheep sheard a few weeks ago, by a neighboring farmer's son, a gentle lad who spoke softly, if at all.

The gentle chatter of the wheel filled the air and mixed with the rain outside to create a soft soundtrack to her firelit nighttime spinning. On the floor to her right sat her faithful sheepdog Bastion, the only thing she'd brought with her a few years ago when she had come to the dale. She kept mostly isolated, not a very social person, but did make the trip into town once or twice a week to sell the yarn she spun and some of the vegetables she grew. It wasn't much, but it kept her fed in the winter, clothed, and the small cottage over her head.

She spent most of her time with the sheep or with Bastion, which was probably better for everyone else, she thought. Bastion dropped the bone he was chewing on to growl in the direction of the door. The growling shook Elise from her reverie and she stood to quickly grab the knife she left on the chopping board. There was a soft knock on the door as her fingers wrapped around the worn wooden handle.

Bastion was still growling, but it was fainter now and punctuated by whimpering, nervous foot tapping, and licking his chops. Elise moved closer to the door, keeping the knife in hand, her thumb on the back of the handle. She called out, hoping that her voice didn't betray all the fear and apprehension she currently felt.

"Who darkens my doorstep at this hour?"

A gruff, but soft-spoken voice responded to her through the door.

"Merely a traveler, madam, looking for a place to rest and some company for the night. I saw your home from afar." Elise looked down at Bastion, who had mostly calmed down, and took that as a good sign that she was unlikely to be murdered by the late-night caller. She began to open the door slowly, pausing as a savory smell drifted into her cottage.

"I got a knife, for protection, see. It will be used if needs be." The door opened further, and the stranger stepped inside, closing the door behind. They were tall, tall enough that the hat atop their head brushed against the ceiling of her humble abode. Bastion pushed against the backs of Elise's legs, and she looked down at him, his ears were pulled back but he seemed otherwise calm.

When she looked back to the stranger, Elise noticed several things all at once. This was a very large man, with thick locs of hair tumbling down around his head and shoulders. He was well built, with lots of muscle and wide shoulders, but a fairly narrow waist under the coat he was in the process of doffing. He looked at her and she felt her breath catch in her throat as though a hand had plugged a hole in a bucket. His eyes were completely black, and she felt like she was drowning in them.

She had been misled, he was no mere traveler, but a Traveler. A Big-T-Traveler, a god of this plane. The Travelers were not from here; they were interlopers from another place entirely. Their worship was based on fear, not love. They were vicious, brutal - and in a single breath she had invited him into her home and threatened him. Bastion had rolled over to show submission, and Elise dropped to her knees to follow suit, holding the knife up on her open hands.

She attempted to verbalize an apology, but the words got caught in her throat and refused to leave her mouth. The Traveler crouched down in front of her, one hand wrapping around both of her hands and the knife easily. The other hand grasped her jaw and turned her head to meet his gaze.

His pitch-black eyes seemed to glitter with the promise of starlight. His gray-green skin was lightly mottled, a spattering of freckles across his nose and brow. Elise shook slightly from fear as he spoke again, voice just as soft as it was a few moments ago.

"It has been quite a long time since I was threatened. Especially by someone so

petite

. Since you clearly did not know me, I will let it slide. You should be grateful I am in such a generous mood." A smile pricked at the corners of his mouth, exposing small tusks to the dim light in the cottage. She attempted to remove her face from his grasp, but she did not accomplish this task, instead he chuckled and took the knife from her hands, bringing it close to her face.

"How much effort do you think I would need to pierce your skin with this dull excuse of a weapon?" as the last word left his lips, he pressed the blade to her throat and she froze against it, a small whimper leaving her. Beside her, Bastion perked up and began to growl again, but the Traveler bared his teeth at the canine, who settled back down.

Elise's mind fled to an odd space at that, and she felt heat rush below her waist. She imagined herself tied up, held down before his massive frame, a switch in his hand and marks all over her skin. His hands, all over her, rubbing her, claiming her.

Her mouth was suddenly very dry, her chest very tight. The Traveler was looking at her oddly, but pulled the knife from her throat and stood up. He glanced around the small space and put the knife on the chopping board she had grabbed it from. He grabbed the chair Elise had been sitting in just a moment ago, or was it hours ago? She was unsure of how much time had passed since Bastion had begun growling at the door.

The chair was moved in front of her kneeling form, so close that when he sat down, his legs were on either side of her. Her heart beat faster and the space between her legs felt so hot and empty. Her fluffy companion growled again, so the Traveler in front of her commanded him to move, in a language she couldn't understand.

"

s'en aller

." Bastion got up and with his tail between his legs, went to the small bed in the other end of the single room cottage, curling up on top of the woven blankets.

The hand was back on her chin, but much gentler this time.

"Your eyes remind me of someone I knew, long ago. He had the same reaction to my presence as you do." He smiled, a sad smile, before fixing Elise with his inky black eyes again. Her cheeks burned and she sputtered a bit, trying to respond to him.

"I have no reaction to you but fear,

my lord

." She glared at him, hoping he understood the lack of respect in that missive. His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second before he let out a sharp laugh, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, his locs brushing against her loosely braided hair.

"So you say, it is only fear. But I can smell otherwise,

ma petit fleur

." He trailed his sharp nails down her clothed arm, and even through the cloth it felt like his touch was singing her skin. The heat in her stomach got hotter and she licked her lips. The hand on her chin pulled her face close to his, so close she could feel his breath on her cheeks. He poked his tongue out and gently licked her lips, causing her to gasp and open her mouth slightly. He let out a soft moan, moving his hand to the back of her head to grab a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. He stared into her eyes before crushing his lips down on hers, a hand moving down to caress her hip and then grabbing a handful of her ass.

Her body enjoyed the possessive grasp of his hands on her, liquid heat pooling in her nethers as she relaxed into the kiss. She was screaming in her mind, but her body had other ideas, his hand kneading her ass cheek was really doing it for her. She gathered enough sense to try to push away from him, not that her attempt did anything. He pulled back and they both breathed heavily. Elise's hand flew without any thought behind it, and they both froze when her palm made contact with his cheek. He squinted his black eyes at her and she felt fear run through her.

"You may not now, but you will learn to regret that,

ma petit fleur

." The hand in her hair tightened its grip, to an almost painful level, as did the hand gripping her ass. She whimpered and started apologizing, tripping over and slurring her words together in her haste.

"-m sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorrysorrysorry. Please don't eat me, I'm sorry!" tears were streaming down her cheeks, pain was spreading through her scalp from his tightened grip on her hair, but the heat between her legs had not dissipated even a little. He bared his teeth at her, shorn tusks on full display as he pushed his face right up against hers.

"it seems to me, that you

want

to be caused pain. I was willing to forgive your threat with the knife, since you so kindly allowed me into your home, but you have now struck me. Have you no sense of preservation? It's no wonder we took such a high spot in your lands." His grip in her hair loosened slightly and he pulled back a bit, looking at her tear-stained face before scowling and releasing her entirely. He stood from the chair so quickly the legs clattered against the hard-packed dirt floor before falling completely backwards. He walked quickly to the door and put his hands on the top of the rounded doorframe, taking deep and noisy breaths in and out. The lines of his form seemed to waver with each breath he took.

Elise stayed where he left her, gently rubbing her sore scalp as she sat back on her feet. She glanced over at Bastion on her bed, who was sadly staring at her and softly whimpering. She turned her attention back to the Traveler in her home, who was still breathing heavily at the door. Her legs shook as she stood up slowly and put the chair back into its proper alignment.

He looked back at the sound of the chair being moved across the floor of the cottage, a slight hint of confusion evident on his face in the tick of his left eyebrow. The woman had, despite the fear he could smell, fixed the chair he'd been sat in and then kneeled in front of it again, looking down at her hands in her lap. The dog seemed to be confused too, but the woman looked up at him and her eyes looked almost glazed over.

He walked back over and sat back down, adjusting himself in his breeches as he adjusted himself in the seat. He reached out to grab her chin and make her look up at him and her lips parted slightly as her eyes met his once more. He pushed forward again, closing the distance between their lips, and reclaimed her mouth. He could feel a gentle moan vibrate against her soft puffy lips as he pushed his tongue against them.

He pulled back and saw her panting gently, staring up at him. Keeping one hand on her chin, he grabbed his hardening member with the other and saw her brown eyes widen at what she saw in front of her face. Her cheeks flushed and her tongue peeked out to lick at her lips.

He smiled wide and unlaced the crotch of his trousers, groaning quietly when his fully erect cock pushed free of the fabric and bounced slightly in the cool air. The human in front of him was salivating at the mere sight of him. He wrapped his hand around himself and heard her gasp and felt her hands rest on his thighs.

Using the hand still gripping her chin he pulled her attention back to his face, a wide grin on his face. He rubbed himself up and moaned as he leaked a few drops of precum, which he collected on the tip of his thumb. He rubbed it around her lips and when she began to lick it he pushed his thumb into her mouth, feeling a gentle sucking on it as she pretended his thumb was his dick. He pulled it out of her mouth, rubbing her saliva around her mouth and on her cheek.

"I think I will forgive you for the slap if you can do that to my actual cock,

ma chère

. I would like to know your name though, not knowing the name of someone who will soon be gagging on me seems... hmm, rude. Ungrateful, almost." He smiled a bit at her and Elise felt her cheeks go hot. Why did she like the way he was talking to her? Degrading her? She sucked in a breath through her nose, blowing it roughly out of her mouth before answering him.

"My name is Elise, my lord. I would be very grateful for your forgiveness. My hand flew of its own accord I swear. But I have one request - if you plan on that entering any part of my body, I insist upon knowing your name as well. Seems doubly rude for this to only go one way, yes?" She sat back on her legs, scooting back just a bit, trying to create just a bit of space between them. He didn't smell awful, quite the opposite actually, but something about the smell was doing something to her and she couldn't think straight so close to him.

The smile on his face grew wider, he had a dimple on his right cheek, marred slightly by a scar. He grabbed himself again and lightly trailed his fingers along her throat, sending shivers down her spine and across her skin from where their bodies met. She swallowed hard as he stood up, his legs on either side of her, and moved away from the chair but stayed close to her. He crouched down so their eyes were mostly on level with each other's, and his face seemed the least angry since he'd lied his way into her home.

"Telling a mortal my name is not the smartest idea, names and words have power where I come from, and I cannot give you that power over me. But you may call me Jules, or you can cry out "Master" when you finish with me inside of you," he smirked at her, moving his hand to the nape of her neck, "you may also call me sire, or continue using "my lord"."

Elise glared at him, breathing heavily through her nose as her mind flashed through images of him pushing into her, stretching her out around his massive member, tying her down and marking her skin, marking her as

his

. She nodded, forcing a small smile to her lips.

"Jules, then. You should know that I, I am not untouched. I am well-versed in how men react to my touch," at this she put her hands on his shoulders and put a tiny bit of force into her hands. To her mild shock, he accepted this and allowed her to push him backwards to lay on the floor. She began to rub at his chest, sneaking her hands under the fabric of his loose front shirt to rub directly against his skin. He lifted his head to put his arm underneath, using it as a prop to keep a good view of her movements. She looked at his face and felt her cheeks go hot and her legs began to shake a bit. She leaned down to lick Jules' chest, nipping slightly with her teeth at his neck. She moved further down, avoiding his groin for as long as possible until she could no longer.

He kept his eyes on her, which made her nervous. She'd never had someone focus this hard on her actions for this, but she wasn't going to let that eliminate her chance to get his forgiveness for slapping him. She slid her hands under the top edge of his trousers, pushing them down slightly, his hips rising to assist her.

Finally, she had enough room around him to work, and she grabbed him with both hands, her fingers only slightly overlapping around his girth. She moved them up and down his length slowly, tightening her grip slightly when she brought them to the top. A drop of liquid formed in the slit of his massive cockhead and she leaned her head in to lick it, at first just the tip of her tongue, but then the whole width of it. She loved the taste of it, wanted - no, needed more of it.

Jules tangled his fingers into her hair, loosely holding it away from her face so he could see her tongue working better. She stared into his eyes as she opened her mouth and tried to take his length into her mouth, but he was much too wide for her jaw. She started working her tongue on the underside as she moved her mouth along his length, keeping her hands wet with her spit to keep pumping him at the base. She kept her hands moving along him and licked and sucked at his hairy balls, inhaling deeply as she did so - the smell was driving her crazy but she couldn't pinpoint why.

His balls were larger than any others she had done this to, but not so large that she could not suck them into her mouth, the hairs tickling her nose and getting stuck under her tongue as she worked her way from one to the other. She had expected two, and paused momentarily at the discovery of a third ball in the hair covered sac. She switched her hands and her mouth, rolling the trio inside the skin like marbles between her fingers and palms, working her tongue along his length again.

His tip was leaking precum, and she collected it with her tongue, relishing the taste of it. She moved her hands to his thighs and scratched down along the skin, earning a hiss of pleasure from the great creature whose legs surrounded her. she dug her nails in a bit at that, and grazed along his length with her teeth as she laved down toward his base.

She heard his breathing begin to go ragged, and felt bumps form under his skin with her tongue. The hand in her hair tightened even more and he held her head in place as he began to hammer up into her mouth, fucking her face roughly despite her trying to push away. She could do nothing to avoid the splatters of cum that hit her face, closing her eyes after the first glob hit her cheek. He continued to cum, thrusting his hips up into her grip and covering her face with his seed. Curious, she dragged a finger through some of it and brought it to her lips, poking her tongue out to taste it before moaning slightly and sucking the rest off her digit.

Her eyes were closed so she didn't see Jules staring at her with a look of wonder on his face. He sat up using his elbows to prop himself up, crossing his legs under her and causing her to fall into his lap. She let out a soft sound of surprise, losing her balance and falling into his chest as Jules wrapped his arms around her.

"Thank you, Elise. That was very good." She could hear a soft purring sound in his throat just above her head. She felt happy in his arms, even with the fear of what he could do to her running through the back of her mind. Something about his presence made her forget herself and she wanted nothing more than to please him. She rubbed her thighs together tightly, trying to tame the arousal she felt soaking her nethers.

Jules' hand began to rub her back, working its way slowly down to grab at her ass and Elise heard the purring pick up in intensity. She pulled away from him enough to see him looking down at her as his hand massaged the muscle and fat of her bottom. He grinned down at her and licked her cheek before rubbing his own cheek against it.

"I may keep you past the one night, little human. My travels are long and boring, and I would enjoy your company, and particularly your mouth." He rubbed her red and mildly swollen lips with a finger before leaning in to kiss them again. She attempted to push him away, but accomplished absolutely nothing, he was as solid as the walls of her home, but significantly warmer than they were right now in the beginning of autumn.

She knew the stories about what the Travelers could and had done to her world, the people and the gods they had killed, but hearing stories as a wee one and experiencing them in person is a very different scenario. She had never seen any proof, and beyond his painful hair grabbing and threats with the blade - thinking about it again made Elise feel like her body was melting from the heat - the only interaction she'd had with this one is sucking him off. And his touch felt delectable against the small patches of uncovered skin he found while exploring her body. Elise sighed, feeling like a decision had been made without her, and leaned into the kiss sticking her tongue out to lick his lips.

Jules growled and held her torso against him as he rose to his knees and pushed Elise onto her back. He nipped at her lips as he lowered her to the hard-packed floor. He pulled away completely, a small trail of saliva linking between their mouths as their kiss broke. His hands snaked up under her dress, caressing the soft skin of her thighs and stomach as he worked the fabric up and off her body, leaving her naked and exposed, save her stockings. She was using her hands to cover her face, but Jules could see a hint of redness in her cheeks around them, and he reached up to pull them away with a chuckle.