Pits, Poems, and (Marital) Problems

The heavy rope smacked into the ground around Jonah, the diminutive man having shrunk in on himself to provide the smallest target. Almost directly after the last bit of rope descended, Bismuth's voice boomed down the hole at them.

 "Are ye okay laddie? Confounded rope slipped outta mah hands!"

 Looking up at the dwarf, Jonah noticed Llewinne leaning over with a hand covering his mouth, obviously stifling his laughter.

"Wow, can you not you slinky Elven fuck!" Jonah shouted back at him, throwing a loose stone up at the duo, only to yelp as it fell back down to nearly hit him.

“No worries Jonah! Aleksandyr and Erik will stay here while we return to town and get some more rope!” Llewinne shouted down, chuckling a bit still before he and Bismuth retreated out of eyesight.

Jonah contemplated throwing another rock when he felt Vasha’s hand squeeze his shoulder. Turning toward the taller woman, she gave him a small smile before pointing toward a corner of the pit, releasing his shoulder and walking into the darkness. Jonah started to follow, fumbling around his pack for the small ever-burning lantern he’d received for playing at a town watchman’s funeral. A quick whispering of the keyword caused an orange light to flicker inside its confines, quickly brightening to illuminate where Vasha was leading him.

The pit they were in was rather large, looking as if one would catch a giant in it as opposed to simple game or even the random wanderer. It was certainly deep enough, as the two of them had been quite lucky to not be seriously injured in the fall, even though Jonah could manage a quick healing spell should they have. From what Jonah could see, there was no way out besides the opening they fell down. Vasha had found a small cluster of boulders; seating herself on one she had begun to sharpen her axes with a whetstone from one of her belt pouches.

Jonah sat himself across from her, setting his pack on the ground to rummage through for something to keep his attention for what could be several hours of boredom. His pack didn’t carry the normal supplies everyone else had, mostly cooking implements and various books filled with everything from ancient history to his own written songs, along with the works of other bards. Picking up his copy of Ser Mercartes’ Symphonies of Sins, Jonah thumbed through the worn pages, looking for something to practice during the long wait.

To be honest, he didn’t care for Mercartes. The man was positively obsessed with… well sex. His works were all that of pure lust, the carnal acts that weren’t spurned on by unrequited love, nor ended with happiness. Most ended as abruptly as they’d started, and left a bad taste in his mouth like sour milk, but the few tragic ones were quite nice. As he flipped past a tale about a harem orgy, he noticed two pages were stuck together. Prying them apart with his fingertips, he came upon a song he’d never seen before.

“Ode to Maribelle”

The (short) ditty was a complete heel-face-turn from his normal style, detailing a love between a man and his blind wife, and it was quite possibly the most beautiful thing Jonah had the pleasure of reading. It started with their breaking of social structure to marry (him being a pauper, and her a duchess), on toward her blinding at the hand of her family, and finally to the consummation of their love at a small cabin’s pier in a secluded forest.
He had to play it.

Unburdening his lute, Jonah set the book flat on the ground so he could read as he played, and oh how he played. His fingers seemed to move on their own, flying across the strings as he quietly sang the tale of Maribelle for a crowd of none, plinking notes echoing off the rocky pit walls as he poured his soul into this one song. It wasn’t until he finished that he remembered Vasha was there, and that she’d been staring at him the entire time.

He felt the smirk on his fact start to fall as he noticed the look on her face… the same look she’d had the night of their “wedding”.

Oh gods… the song wasn’t a song at all… IT WAS A SPELL!

Before she’d even begun to move, Jonah’s head snapped toward the coil of rope that’d fallen into the pit from Bismuth’s clumsy hands. Striking a power chord on the lute, the rope shot toward Vasha, wrapping itself around her arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Husband…” she cooed “Why am I being tied up?” her eyes fluttered as she spoke, something she’d never done before.

“Because… I think you’re under a spell,” he slowly said, picking up the book.

Vasha struggled for a second, hips wiggling on the boulder as she strained to free herself from her bondage.

Flipping through the book again, Jonah tested each page to see if maybe there was something detailing exactly what the song did.

“Husband… I don’t need my hands for this…” his wife lustfully whispered as he felt something touch his crotch.

Pulling his eyes from the book, he looked up to see Vasha’s bare foot caressing his covered shaft, the Orcish woman having kicked one of her leather boots off. Vasha’s eyes still screamed lust, and a hint of amusement that she’d found a small bit of victory in the hardening lump against her sole as she continued to rub on him. Turning back to his task, Jonah ignored the growing pleasure in his loins (despite not even being a fan of such a thing) and continued to preen through the pages.

Vasha’s rubbing sped up for a second, her foot rubbing the now fully erect lump in circles as she squirmed more on the boulder, the magic song having set a fire in-between her legs that the rough texture of the rock underneath her only worsened. The stony ridges poked her in the right places, but weren’t large enough to be anything more than a tease. She ground herself on those spots, wetness soaking her pants as she threw her head back, her foot still insistently pressing her husband’s crotch.

She wanted him, now, to feel that thick little hunk of flesh pound her insides, and to experience that hot rush of his seed filling her womb again. Her eyes rolled back as she came a little from the phantom feelings from memories of their nights together, legs spreading to give Jonah a peek at the slowly growing dark spot in the leather legging she wore. The fact that he was ignoring her turned her on even more, the physical dominance of being restrained, paired with the plain disinterest he seemed to show drove her wiled.

“Husband… Jonah…” she moaned, toes curling around the bulging head of his cock, squeezing the bulbous tip.

Restraining a grunt, Jonah pried apart the back of the book, finding a small paragraph written by the author. It detailed a warning about the song he’d just played, stating that if played around someone of the opposite sex; it caused a strong urge to lay with the player until exhaustion. However, if played around someone who harbored true love of the player, it would cause lust paramount to the caliber of the love harbored, curable only by consumption of the seed of the player (if male), or feminine fluid (if female).  Jonah felt a shiver up his spine as he read that, having never had his member anywhere NEAR Vasha’s mouth.

Except now…

Feeling the pressure against his groin lessen, he looked down to see Vasha’s tongue lolling out as she gave the crotch of his pants a long, slow lick. As she knelt between his legs, Jonah felt his brain explode at the mere thought of actually receiving oral sex from her, and his hands fumbled at the ties of his pants.

“Please hurry… Please…” she moaned again, sitting back on her ankles as he stood to wrench his cock and balls from their prison.

The second the engorged head was in sight Vasha dove, jamming as much of the thick member as she could into her mouth, lusty moan vibrating from her throat all over his length. Both hands grabbing her hair, Jonah guided her over his shaft as she suckled hard enough to cave her cheeks in. It felt wonderful, her mouth creating a near airtight seal (due to her tusks), and her tongue desperately working around the thick vein running along the underside of his cock trying to please him as much as she could. He took full advantage of the situation as well, thrusting his hips back and forth, loud “glurks” and “glacks” exiting her mouth every once in a while as he pushed in too far for her gag reflex.

Realizing that this may be the only time he got a free ticket like this, he pushed her off his crotch, holding her at arms’ length as she furiously tried to get back to his crotch. Her mouth hung open, a small trail of drool coming out of the corner as her pulled at her vest, her movement making it quite hard to undo the simple knots. Growling in frustration, Jonah stuffed the fingers of the hand holding her back in her mouth, eliciting an excited squeal from the normally dominant woman as she quickly suckled on the small digits just as if they were his cock.

With her preoccupied, Jonah easily undid her top, unleashing her large green breasts to the warm cave air, dark green nipples proudly standing out. Pulling the fingers from her mouth, he twisted her around, and pushed her onto her back before straddling her chest. Fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, Jonah nestled his cock in the space between the large orbs before squeezing the jiggling flesh around his length. Vasha looked down for a second before locking eyes with him as he began to hump, saliva-slicked shaft squelching as it slid along the sweaty expanse of skin, each full thrust bringing the mushroom-shaped head in contact with her chin and causing her to let out a small moan.

Feeling him bump against her chin Vasha craned her head down, opening her mouth to let his enter her mouth with each thrust, tongue lashing at the pre-cum dripping from his piss-slit before it slipped into her waiting mouth for a quick suck. Jonah began to quicken his pace with this new assault, moaning loudly as he looked his wife in the eyes, the two sharing lustful gazes as he felt his balls tighten.

Sliding up her body, Jonah stuffed her mouth full of cock as he came; holding her head into his crotch as several ropes of sticky seed quickly filled her hungry maw. So much was let out that what wasn’t immediately forced down her throat bubbled out between her lips, creating a frothy white ring around her mouth as her eyes rolled up into her head. Vasha’s lower body spasmed with orgasm, the dominant act of her lover being too much for her to handle, each twitch of the cock in her mouth sending another wave of pleasure through her loins, and she felt herself being to pass out when Jonah pulled his cock free from her lips.

They sat there for a few seconds, Vasha planting wet kisses on his slowly softening member as he sucked in great gasps of air.

“Ech laddie you could at least’ve waited until after we got back to town fer that!”

Bismuth’s voice echoed down the hole, causing the lovers to blush at their being caught in the act when Jonah shouted something back up that threatened to make her come again.

“I’m not done yet old fart! Now bugger off for a minute while I remind my wife who wears the pants here!”

There was a round of laughter from the surface as Jonah looked back down at his wife, his softening cock quickly building itself back up. Loosening the ropes around her arms, he backed off to sit on one of the boulders, slowly stroking himself.

“Ready for round two… wife?”