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 open my eyes but can see nothing—blindfolded. I can feel the earth and grass beneath me. My hands and feet are bound. It's painful, like thorns digging into my wrists and ankles.

"You're not going anywhere," a voice whispers.

That sultry, unmistakable accent: geographically ambiguous. Mireska, I say to myself.

"The more you struggle, the tighter the brambles squeeze," she continues. "Not preferable... unless you like pain."

"Where am I?" I shout.

Mireska shushes me and removes the blindfold. We're in a small clearing surrounded by dense forest, the canopy sparse enough for moonlight to peek at the forest floor.

"Careful," Mireska says. She's at the edge of the treeline, circling around me. The pale light of Selemene silhouettes her svelte, nubile figure. "The Dire woods are unsafe at night. You wouldn't want to wake up the beasties."

"Cut the shit. What do you want?"

"My, pushy aren't we?" Mireska circles back into view and flashes a toothy smile, her perfect white teeth hinting at a more sinister motive. "What do I want? Well, in a word: you. You see, I'm very hard to please, and when I get something in my head, I can't shake it until I have it."

"Well, if you're going to kill me, then just—"

"Oh, it's not your life I want, Sweetie." Mireska's wings flap quicker as she approaches me and whispers, "It's your obedience."

I feel a slight flutter in my loins but I'm still unsure of her intentions. "I don't know what kind of twisted fantasy you've got in your head, but I'm not your guy."

"Oh, but you are!" she giggles. "And you're going to do everything I say, you know why?" She motions toward a tree branch behind her. A cage hangs from its tip with a pink creature inside. "That's my pet, Jex—he's a murderous wisp, you see. Just the other day he killed that greedy rat Gondar. He thinks he's clever, but he's no match for me and Jex. Perhaps my father should have warned him before sending him after us. Anyways, sometimes even I can't control Jex. That's what the cage is for. Now, I don't take pleasure in violence... but no one gets between me and my desires."

"Listen, I don't care what—"

"Quiet," Mireska slaps me across the cheek. "You're mine! You're going to do what I say, and you're going to start now. First, you may not speak unless I give permission."

My cheek still stung; she had surprising power in her thin, slender hand. I don't know why, but I could feel my member beginning to grow. Still—I resist. "Fuck off."

Mireska stares at me in disbelief but gives a toothy smirk again. She gestures with her hand and the brambles tighten, its thorns digging deeper into my skin. I grit my teeth as blood is drawn.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What's that?" she taunts.

I want to remain defiant, but... I also want to obey.

She grins. "Good boy. Next, you will address me as Queen or Mistress. Is that understood?"

I exhale, completely at the mercy of Mireska. "Yes... my Queen."

She unfurls a maniacally sexy cackle and retrieves Jex from the tree branch. "Final warning: you must do what I say." She holds up Jex and continues, "Otherwise, I rattle his cage. Jex really hates it when you rattle his cage."

The brambles shift once more, this time pulling my body into a spread-eagle position.

"Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

The glee in her voice makes my groin tingle: I am her slave, and I must satisfy her. Before I open my eyes she's already pulled my pants down to my ankles, my now-fully engorged manhood standing at attention.

She gazes at it and exclaims, "I can feel it already, this is gonna be exciting!" She hovers in between my legs, wings flapping excitedly, and with both hands she firmly grips me. It feels better than I could have hoped—her slender fingers, a lifetime spent weaving spells, were now weaving their way around my throbbing obelisk. "D'you like that?" she teases. "You may answer."

"Ye–yes, Mistress. I like it v–very much." With both hands she continues stroking me—I can barely speak without stuttering.

"Well, you're gonna love this." She produces an object, transparent and circular—I can't make it out in the darkness.

"What is that?"

Mireska slaps my shaft—the suddenness of the strike makes my entire body tense up, the bramble thorns digging into my wrists and ankles. "Did I say you could speak?" she says. I shake my head, but to my surprise I was starting to... like the pain. "If you must know, it's a cockring. I'm full of surprises."

She slides it down my shaft and wraps it around the base and my swollen balls. In seconds I begin throbbing involuntarily, oozing seminal fluid. A look of excitement washes over her face. "Ohh, shiny!"

She quickly takes me in her mouth—the sensation is absolutely paralyzing. Her teeth gently skim my shaft while her grating, stiff tongue follows. She's barely begun before I let out an impassioned moan.

"Are you close already?" she stops sucking. "Answer."

"Ye–yes, please don't stop, Mistress."

"No," she says.

"But—"

Another slap sends a shockwave through my body, nearly pushing me over the edge of climax and unleashing upon my Queen.

"No cumming, else I give Jex's cage a good shake. I'll have you know, he likes to take his time when committing murder."

Without pause, she dives upon my quivering essence once more and takes it whole. I feel the back of her throat loosen each time my head passes through.

I look down to see the arresting yellow eyes of my Mistress staring back. She pulls my tense, fluttering meat from her mouth, strings of thick saliva hanging, still attached to the head and flowing down the shaft like rivulets.

"I'm just getting started," she says.

She hikes up her flower-skirt and reveals herself, tight and hairless: perfection. She sheathes my meat-blade, still glistening with her slobber, into her pink Faerie gash. At this moment, everything feels out-of-body. As if I'm an Astral Spirit, I look down in shock as Mireska grabs onto my hips for leverage and continuously slams me deep into her tight, wooden pussy. With each pump, she climbs to the tip of my head before plunging down to the base. A thick, viscous slop begins frothing around the lips of her snatch—a mixture of her drool and that sweet Faerie nectar. Each time she devours me, the slop foams even thicker.

"I'm going to milk you fucking dry," she pants.

"Y–yes, M–m–mistress—" The paralysis of pleasure has completely taken hold.

"But not yet. I got a few tricks up my sleeve."

I can do nothing but stare, mouth agape as my Queen relentlessly impales herself. Slowly, she is enveloped by shadow and darkness.

"Get ready for a surprise!"

I feel her narrow muff grow even tighter around my shaft as she descends deeper into darkness. The inside of her walls press harder and harder against me—balls-deep penetration gets more challenging with each successive stroke. My legs are twitching, jolting, begging for release.

"You want to so bad, don't you?" she moans breathlessly. "You want to explode."

I grit my teeth and nod, holding it in. I cannot fail my Queen.

Finally, she leans in and delivers me from agony and torment. "Go ahead then," she sighs in my ear. "Fill me up."

As quickly as the last word escapes her lips, I erupt inside of her. At this instant, we are the only two in the universe—Faerie and flesh are made one, joined together. Lustfully, sinfully in the moon-lit jungle, I empty myself inside my Goddess. She yelps, the sheer force and volume of my expulsion taking even her by surprise.

Still, she leans in and wraps her arms around my neck, presses her head against mine, and continues slamming that wet Faerie slit onto my violently-gushing meat to drain my seed. I shut my eyes—the sensation is unbearable; each stroke sends my body into convulsions.

Her relentless gliding on my pulsating shaft summons volley after volley from my backed-up stores, the vigor and pleasure of each burst intensified by the c-ring constricting its flow and her Shadow Realm'd snatch suffocating me.

"My Queen," I moan, "It's... It's still c–coming out—"

"Good boy," she sighs into my ear. "Give me every drop."

At the peak of euphoria, I hear a sound. I open my eyes and see the words of Pink, who'd stolen Mireska from me in the draft:

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I want to rage—that should be me on Mireska. I belong to her. No one understands the Dark Willow like I do—her curves... her delicate, sweet insides... her perfection—yet this vulgar cretin has seized her from me.

So I activate push-to-talk and respond the only way I know how:

Yes, my Queen.