Bound

Thank you for joining the origin story between K and Ruun. If you want to know more about specifics, shoot me feed back and i can answer questions in future chapters. Note: this includes drugs, consensual domination/submissive roles with intense emotional dynamics involving pansexual beings.

I watch the others shifting nervously in the two lines. Us, the takers, and your line, the givers. Sure, we have our official labels we hide behind. But who are we kidding? Our society? The other species in this world?

Honestly? I think we lie to hide from ourselves.

I lick my lips, several of you draw my attention. One is a nubile woman, shorter than the rest. I've run past her during classes here and there. She smells like oranges. Humans don't normally have a scent, that's why she attracts me. She's blended. Like me.

Then there's the big guy, the rugby player. I can see his bulge through his tight pants. Showing off his wares, advertising at its best. Free. Smart move. I look down my line, several others openly stare at him, hungry in all ways.

Our mentors worked us through our paces before this evening, to drain our energy reserves. So we can prove we're not the monsters we hide within us.

Lies within lies. Will any of us know the truth in the end?

I scan your line again, then I notice you for the first time. Because you are absolutely still. Shoulders back, eyes shut, wearing a mysterious smile.

I wish I could hone in on you. I haven't had anyone I could work with, so it's block everything or drown in everyone's emotions with my empathy. What do you smile about?

What makes you amused?

You wear a tight white top, off the shoulder with a poofy frilly top hiding your tits. But you're slender, fit. Sexy as all hell. Other women have dressed to impress. Your flouncy skirt ends above your shapely knees but hides what the others try to flaunt.

My breath quickens as you open your eyes. You meet my gaze immediately. As if you already watch me. Your smile never shifts, your body never moves. Stillness. Confidence.

I want you for my own.

I shift to my left foot, wishing I'd worn that new suit Nan offered. Mom turned it down, because it was too expensive. I'm wearing my brother's hand-me-down, two previous owners. He's tall and well built. I'm not. I'm built like you. Lithe. Tight. Lean. But I know I don't look my best, the poppers I took beforehand don't numb my shame.

You wear beautiful pearl earrings and your smile.

I want to see you heavy with desire.

For me.

My groin stirs as I shift again, hiding my growing desire. I'm hungry, and that makes me horny.

Something taps me on the shoulder. I scowl to the demon next to me, all near eight feet of him. He jerks his head toward the podium. It's then I realise that everyone looks at me.

Oh shit.

'Zeta, please step forward.' The emcee says again, into the microphone.

Silence. All eyes are on me, heavy with expectation. I thought I'd go last.

I step forward, trying to swallow the dry lump in my throat. 'Uh, yeah?'

You watch me with that smile. Your eyes crinkle with mirth. You won't want anyone like me. You'll want the life support attached to the fifteen inch dick next to me. All batteries do. I'm just a blended, short, weirdo who...

'Zeta graduated. Passed her bars first try. Not the best student, but she got the highest finals.'

My wings pull in tight. Dude! So not cool! I shrug the lapels of my blazer, making the shoulders sit better. I run my fingers through the fade along my shaved hair line. You don't fucking ruin beings' pronouns in public like that.

I flare my wings wide to show them off, make me look bigger. 'I graduated. So now what?' I urge the emcee on with my circling finger.

She points to your line. 'You get first pick.'

And just like that, I get to claim my prize. My battery. Like you're a trinket.

I scowl at the emcee. 'Don't be a prick, dude. Say it nicely.' I don't budge.

The emcee, my mentor, stands taller at the microphone, flaring her wings wider than mine. Oh shit. She sees the challenge.

The gasps, the shock that radiates through my mental barriers makes me smile. But when each battery in your line starts clapping, my smile grows. My mom was Engali, the proper term for battery, to my incubus dad. She hated how they were treated like things. Someone has to take a stand.

So I do it at the graduation ceremony, right in front of my entire chapter and our relatives.

Fucking right.

I glance your way. You nod once. My heart races. Will you choose me too?

Over the cheers, the emcee, my mentor growls. 'Silence!'

She glares at me, then at your line. She speaks clearly. 'As the top of your class, you have the chance to choose your Engali first. But, if you wish to leave it to chance, please step aside for Alpha.'

I glance back at Alpha--demon on steroids. He'd shred your delicate flower asunder. I can't have that.

There may be a chance. A gesture to grab your attention.

I hold my hand up. 'I'm sorry, Elder. I believe it's more appropriate to allow the Engali to have their say.' I bow low to your line. To you.

As I stand, I take one half step back. 'Would any of you like to pair up with me? Raise your hand.'

Every fucking hand goes up in the line. Except yours. My heart stops.

You break out of line, walking across the stage to the halfway point with your mysterious smile. 'Maybe.'

Your confidence. Your assurance. Your arrogance. I strut forward, swaggering as I stop one step away from. I nod. 'Well?'

You launch onto me, taking me down there in front of everyone. Unashamed. Bold. Dominant.

And then I return to the present from that little fantasy. You smell like roses. You're my exact height. Your skin is so perfect. How do you do that with your hair?

You smile. Hold your hand out. 'Show me what you have,' you whisper. 'You have my permission.'

I take your hand and scull in your energy, fast and deeply. Your knees buckle from the force. I catch you, giving you support. You taste divine.

Your piercing eyes meet mine. You nod once with a smile. I give the energy back and you shudder, leaning into my arms as you come.

You stand up, holding my hand up. 'I choose Zeta.'

My heart does backflips. I've just won the fucking lottery. And I don't even know your name.

~*~

As the parents applaude us about to fuck each other, we walk down the centre aisle hand in hand, headed for the comfort rooms in back.

Breathing gets harder.

Does this mean you like vaginas? Gods, I hope so.

Not that I think I'm a guy. Not really. But stuck in the middle of so many brothers, sometimes it's easier to go along. Are you expecting me to be dominant? I can't believe you just let me energy blast you there in front everyone.

I'm so fucking worked up I can barely see.

You pull me into the first cubical, whip the curtain shut, and shove me against the wall before I know what's happening.

I nearly cream my underwear on the spot.

'You will never touch me unless I allow it. Understand?' Your ruby lips hover above mine, your warm, mint scented breath brushes my cheek.

I nod, dumbly. I'd never--

You smile. Gods you're divine.

'I chose you. You're mine. Do you understand?'

I nod again, brain fried.

You frown.

'I need to hear your consent, Zee.'

My knees give out. A nickname? Already? 'Uh... yes.'

Your eyes light up with delight. 'Right answer, tiger.'

Then you lean in. Closing the gap.

As soon as your lips brush mine, electric sparks race through me--roses, heat, recharging.

I pull you closer, matching your aggression as our teeth collide.

I try to inhale you whole.

Your hands press against my shoulders, pinning me to the wall. Your tongue claims my mouth--and just like that, I'm dripping.

Your leotard-covered knee jams in between my legs, grinding my pants against my clit. Gods, you hit the spot--the pressure's perfect.

I yield to your dominance. I know the game.'Please,' I whisper into your mouth between kisses, 'let me come.'

Your laugh wraps around my spine. 'I own you. Say it.'

As your knee shifts, my hips buck against you. Anything. 'You own me. I belong to you.'

I drink in your excess energy as you attack my clit mercilessly. Your tongue assaults my mouth greedily. 'You may come.'

I grab your hips, mounting your thigh to increase the pressure. I like a touch of pain with my pleasure. I hump, rubbing my groin against you, riding your leg like there's no tomorrow.

My body tightens. Breathing becomes impossible as I hold my breath. My vision begins to swirl as my body heats up. Hot, tight tension radiates through my pussy as my orgasm explodes. You laugh as I cling to your leg. Your arms support my body as my legs give out, guiding me to the bench.

I sit there, my lips tingling as blood rushes through my ears. I'm full of energy to the point of being overstuffed. I fly high with your energy coursing through my veins. Or my nerves. Whatever that stuff does in a succubus body.

You pull me close, stroking my short cropped hair. 'You stuck up for us. I like that. Can you link yet?'

I shrug, speaking like I'm drunk. 'Dunno. Kinda.'

Your lips press against my temple. 'Did you like my top up?'

I nod, smelling the nape of your neck. Roses.

Your hand caresses my cheek tenderly. 'You like to be dominated.'

I nod. 'Yes.'

You lean back, smiling. 'Will you do everything I tell you to? Will you trust me to make sure you're topped up with energy and your sexual appetite's satiated?'

I frown. This sounds like the beginning of a contract. 'What do you want in return?'

You cup my cheeks, peering into my eyes. 'We will be linked when you have sex.'

Your only demand. Your only request.

Of course, I say yes.

'I'm the only demon you screw.' I negotiate back.

You study me, then nod. 'I agree to your terms.'

I smile. 'I agree with yours, too.'

You chuckle. 'My name is Ruun.'

I fall in love with you in that cubical.

~*~

You sit across from me in the prettiest dress. Your black hair tied up in a fancy bun. You look delectable. And we sit here having tea like we're a normal couple.

You finish the last of your biscuit. 'Finish up, Zee. We're moving on.'

I sip my cup, leaning forward. 'What's up?'

You smile enigmatically as you stand. 'You'll see.'

We're breaking all the rules right now and it's week one. We're not supposed to see each other outside the Conclave. Our mentors are meant to monitor us in the first month--to ensure we're learning our roles with respect, and that you Engali are protected.

I down my tea and rise to follow you. Your hips sway as you walk down the street. I walk one step behind, just like I'm supposed to. You glance back occasionally, flirting, grining. My heart leaps every time you do.

My stomach quivers with anticipation. Are you taking me somewhere so we can finally fuck? All the other pairs have already boasted about their climaxes, the highs they've hit. One couple can shift energy with just a touch. They're already in sync. Those are usually the ones who end up bonded for life.

You tease me at the Club: dance, kiss, let me energy burst you. Then you feed me your energy as you control my climax. Always on your knee.

'Ruun, where are you taking me?' I pause outside the unit block, looking up with a knot of nerves tightening in my gut.

You press your hot body against me. 'No questions. Trust me.'

I let you take my hand and follow you inside. Up the stairs. Outside Unit 4, you stop. You undo the band around your wrist and unroll it. 'Turn around.'

I obey.

Your breath warms the back of my neck as you tie the scarf over my eyes. 'You agreed, Zee.'

My heart hammers as I nod, trying to swallow the dry lump in my throat. I should be scared. I should be saying no. But every time you touch me, every argument melts. I don't want control. I want to give it to you.

So I nod. 'I trust you.'

I hear you knock against the door: rap, rap, pause, rap, pause, rap. A code.

It opens. His musky scent rolls over me, thick and heady. I try to make sense of it all. His shock slides in, and his desire. He wants me.

'She's gorgeous.'

You giggle and guide me down a hallway. I smell garlic. Cologne. Demon guy. My body stirs. Are we about to worship the gods with a threeway?

We turn left, and I bump into something soft. Your voice whispers in my ear. 'You promised. Now link your mind to me.'

I reach through your hand with my mind, knocking on your conscience. You open to me--and I gasp.

You're human. How the fuck do you know how to do that so well? Most pairs take months to get this part right.

I have a cheat. I'm empathic. It doesn't give me telepathy, but it makes the linking easy for some reason. Still, it's a one-way call--just like you asked for. You don't know I can always hear your emotions.

Bigger hands tug at my shirt. His deep voice vibrates all around us. 'You're small.'

I bite my lip as I feel your hand hook under my waist. You push into my underwear, one finger slipping into my folds.

I groan.

You laugh. 'She's so horny.'

I'm getting more worked up by the minute with the thoughts in my mind. You on my face, him in between my legs. You eating my clit with him behind?

'I want to see.' I say.

'No,' you say, teasing as you undo my jeans button. You slip my jeans off my legs. His hands undo the buttons of my shirt.

I'm not making choices anymore. I'm being moved, undressed, positioned.

Shock in his voice. 'She's part human?' His hands brush my rock hard nipples. I gasp as his fingers pinch my left nipple.

I'm letting you decide where I go, how I come. It feels... right. Not safe. But right.

You lean behind me, your hands split my thighs apart as you spoon me from behind. Your right hand works my slit, lubing up before it circles my clit. 'See how wet she is for you?'

Oh my gods. Is this really happening? I want to know what it feels like to stop making decisions. You said you'd take care of me. This isn't dangerous. I trust you. I have to trust you.

I begin to rock against your slender finger, wishing for more.

'I can't take a full demon guy.' I've tried, but my blended human-ness has fucked my body up in weird ways. I've stretched out through my period of exploration, but I have limits.

You kiss my cheek. 'I know exactly what you can handle, Pet. Now sit with me.' You guide me to sitting on the bed, but you're under me. Your warmth pressed against my back feels delicious.

Your legging-covered legs slip between mine, opening me wide. 'Take him in. Share it with me.'

I open my mind to her as I feel warm, soft hands run up my thigh.

His tenor voice booms closer, on top of me. 'Do you consent to this, Pet?'

My body's way ahead of me, yearning for him to fill me. I'm already wet from before I've decided. Maybe that's the trick--you don't let me think, just feel.

I nod. 'Yes. I consent, but be mindful.'

He chuckles as he presses his massive head against my slit. I melt as your fingers dance over my clit in time. 'May the gods receive our bounty.' I whisper horsely, my heart pounds in my ears.

'And give back in their grace and gifts,' your voices merge together.

He presses in. His girth! He's within my limits. But oh my gods it's been a while since I took a guy this big. My hips rise as I whimper.

'That's right, Pet. Take him in. We want him in us.' Your breath quickens in time with mine.

He slowly pushes his head past my rim, we both groan as chills race down my thighs. He laughs as he pulls out all the way. 'You like it.'

I nod. 'More.'

He leans over, the mattress presses down taking his weight. I feel his hand on my thigh as he guides himself in again, pushing in inch by inch, pulling out slightly. He's perfect. A perfect fit.

You groan, moaning as your hips shift with mine, as if he's fucking your body. I curl my back, raising my hips as he sinks into me. I draw my pelvic floor up, tightening for him. He moans softly as his hands press down into the mattress on either side of us.

He begins to thrust with rhythm, his heavy breath warm on my exposed stomach as he rides me.

At first, everything's slow. Heavy. Each inch of him stretches time itself--stretching me as I clamp around him. I brace myself, hips tilted, breath held, trying to absorb the heat curling low in my belly.

He draws back, just a little, before pressing in again. Not hard. Not fast. Just enough to remind me who's in control.

Your heart pounds. 'Faster,' you command.

The pressure builds. He grabs my waist with his hands. My thighs tremble, desperate for more, but I stay still. For him. For you.

I clench around him on instinct, needy. He groans. His hands tighten around my slender waist and it changes.

His hips snap forward with more force. He starts to move with rhythm. I jolt beneath him, startled at the sudden shift, but we moan too--gods, yes--because it's exactly what you want.

What we want.

Behind me, your body spoons me. Your breath hits the nape of my neck, warm and ragged. Your fingers twist my tight, tiny nipples, slow and deliberate. But it's your pleasure I feel pulsing through me. Washing over my senses so close. You're linked to me, but I feel you as if you were inside my skin.

Your arousal blooms hot and unfiltered, flaring through my empathy like liquid lightning. I scream out, my back arches. My hips move without permission. You're not just behind me anymore. You're inside me, in the deepest way. Every shift of his body pushes me harder into you.

And it makes me need to please you more.

You cry out, then sink your teeth into my shoulder. I whimper as my hips tilt, offering myself to him more. He disappears, every thrust drives me closer to you, not just him. Your need claws through my senses as you bite down, exactly how I like it.

Your dominance floods me, commanding me to feel more, give more. To you. I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting to meet each thrust. I feel your hips grind into my back as he thrusts into me.

Each time he sinks into me, it's your approval I'm chasing. Your hunger that grips me. Your fingers teasing my nipples in sync with the pace. Faster now. Harder.

Your energy begins to pour into me as you come closer, tasting pure, honey heated on my tongue, dragging me with it.

I'm so close. 'Now?'

'No.' You answer breathlessly. 'After him.'

He grunts as he pounds. I feel his balls slap my ass, the pound of his flesh beating mine.

Your hand trails down my stomach back to my clit. 'Feed.'

I draw energy from all flesh touching me. Not too much, just enough.

He roars as he draws out rapidly, squirting hot liquid all over my stomach. You slick your finger up and assault my clit. 'Now.'

You coax us into a climax as you hump my back. Your climax builds in my mind like a tidal wave. I'm unravelling--because you need me to. I can feel how much it turns you on, to control me. And I'm yours. I want to be yours. Every part of me.

I don't even know whose name I scream.

I come, hot, blistering, breaking under your touch.

I think a door closes, the press of his mind slips out of my reach.

Your tongue moves with greedy precision--I hear every lick. Then, you move lower.

I moan. 'Ruun...'

'Shhhh.' You blow warm air on my swollen clit. 'You've been such a good girl, you deserve a reward.'

I gasp as your lips find my clit. You suck hard, unyielding, commanding. It hurts. Pleasure wracks me and slowly my body betrays my mild protests. I grab hold of your head, pressing you down. You chuckle, sending cascading chills through my slit.

Oh holy gods! You're so fucking good!

'Thank you,' you say, pausing briefly. You assault me, command my body, demand an encore.

I hear thumping against the bed. You're masterbating without me? I'm so fucking jealous of your hand.