Author's note: This should be enjoyable without having read the first three, but it will make more sense if you have. It features male and female submission, dominant supernatural women, magical powers, and informed, consensual slavery.
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I woke with Meridsya spooning me tightly from behind, her legs pressed against mine, groin against my bottom, firm breasts against my back and arms possessively around me.
I felt a moment of conflicted emotions before remembering I could relax and enjoy it.
Meridsya's uppermost arm moved, her hand stroking lightly over my chest and one nipple, which tightened.
"Good morning, pet," she purred.
I grew hard.
It was the morning after she hung me from the spider and tormented me.
I had passed out and my memory of the last few things she had made the spider add to her sexual torture of me was a blur.
I had woken in this position, in bed, being spooned, and had actually whimpered and tried to shy away from her before she held me tenderly and whispered that it was over, I was a good pet, she cared for me, I had done well...
It took me a little while to relax and even then, sex was the last thing on my mind. When I did relax, she held me a little longer and then, instead of making love to me, told me to get up and put on a dressing gown.
She sat me down to dinner, giving me a luxurious feast and attentively waiting on me.
I got the distinct impression she was going out of her way to apologise, without in any way admitting that there was ever anything she might need to apologise for.
When I was sated, she took me down into the grotto and bathed me, making me feel like a pampered princess. That was when my sexuality began to wake up again.
She dried me, then, both of us naked, led up by the hand back to bed, where she used her whole body to make me feel like the centre of her universe until I didn't so much pass out from too much sex as drift from unreal ecstasy into dreamland.
I was not sure, lying there trying to piece my memories back together, if I would be able to reconcile having those two complete polar opposites happening to me in one day.
But I already had stiff nipples and an erection again and, as Meridsya shifted slightly behind me, I felt her nipples digging into my back.
"How would you like me, pet?" she purred into my ear.
I thought for a moment of getting some of my own back and pounding her while pinning her to the bed by her throat.
But I didn't actually want to. The world still felt a little too surreal.
Besides, I didn't want to break what was becoming a tradition of soft morning sex.
"I want you on top of me," I whispered.
She nipped at my shoulder muscle before pushing me away from her. I automatically straightened my legs so I rolled. When I was on my back again, she moved on top of me, all silky skin and feminine curves and soft patches and centuries of skill.
She milked me slowly and teasingly with hands and thighs and then her oh-so-tight cunt until I came three times inside her, and it was warm and loving and playful.
She let me lie and relax underneath her warm weight for a few minutes before getting off me and standing, pulling a silken dressing gown out of the air to put on.
"I'm choosing your clothes today," she said. "We're going visiting."
And that was the end of the warm, soft morning.
I knew she had said she might lend me to other succubi. Exactly what did she have in mind?
Naked, I followed her into my wardrobe.
Meridysa plucked out a lace-edged lace-up shirt, a kilt and formal sporran, and Roman sandals. Which I thought were odd choices, but I kept my mouth shut.
Meridsya made us coffee.
"No time for breakfast," she said, "we have an appointment to keep."
She did not seem grumpy. Since she had, to that moment, shown no compunctions about letting me see her grumpy or even furious, that seemed like a good sign.
"May I know who we are visiting, Mistress?" I asked, hoping I wasn't pushing my luck.
She smirked at me. "You'll see," was all she said.
Oh, good.
"Don't stare too obviously," she said, before leading me outside.
I stared surreptitiously. It was my first time outside her rooms, apart from when she summoned (copied) me into this world -- and all I remembered of that was the room itself.
Her front door opened onto a pit. A steep-sided, conical pit of rough, reddish rock.
I immediately thought of Dante's vision of Hell. It was stepped, ringed by wide walkways. Each walkway had a sturdy, decorative iron railing around parts, but not all, of the edge.
The walkway we stepped onto was at least 3 metres wide, which mitigated against the demonic aspect of the place -- until I thought about the possibility of hulking great monsters.
Above us, the widening cavern extended into misty clouds. Below us, I saw darkness lit by a flickering red glow. In each direction, tier upon tier marched into the limits of my vision, each one lined with doors upon doors.
There was no possible way that the sunshine in Meridsya's yard, outside her conservatory, could have existed if the rules here followed any sort of Earth physics.
Meridsya smirked at me. "Like it? We find it amusing."
"I can see some... artistic correlates," I said, trying to be neutral. "Is this how your world is, or..."
"Oh no, it's a consensus creation," she said airily, before striding off.
I hurried to stay close behind her, desperate to be seen to be with her.
