Dys-Romance (Tags inside)

Dys-Romance

by Khatorine

(Mistress and Apprentice - Scene 1)

(Female-Futa, Light BDSM)

The sound of hooves trodding over the ground sounded in the distance.

Thud, thud! Their bodies rocked the bedpost against the wall. One

body crashed into the other like the waves of the sea. Sara dug her

fingers into Morgan's back. Morgan pulled Sara down on her hips.

Both women whimpered in heavy breaths against eachother's flesh.

With a whinny the horse reared on its hind legs, stopping just shy

of trampling Sara.

"Step aside," Morgan commanded from atop her horse.

"As soon as you hand over your valuables," Sara stated, wielding a

long dagger.

"Really, a dagger against a horsed woman?"

"Not just a dagger," Sara grinned.

From the trees lining the side of the road bounced out an imp with

yellow eyes and a long nose. It began to gather balls of fire to its

hands.

"Yazzip, convince the woman."

Morgan broke out into laughter, taking away Sara's steam. "That imp

is almost as pitiful as the dagger you threaten me with."

Yazzip's fire began to diminish the moment he heard Morgan's

laughter and he dove behind Sara.

"You're dumber than that imp..." Morgan leaned forward and rested

along her horse's neck.

Sara growled at Morgan.

"Let me show you a real demon, Whelp."

Morgan dismounted her horse. "Ake na tu de'rah! Zak ald ne maddeh!"

she chanted. A shackled hand burst through the earth and soon

another. Before long they were pulling a hulking eight foot demon

out of the ground. The creature had a flesh, pale with green like

that of death. It groaned and turned its furious eyes on Sara.

"Zegazzar would love to eat you," Morgan smirked. "But I'm giving

you a ch--"

"Can you teach me?" Sara interupted. Her eyes were more full with

admiration and a lust for having such power than the fear that

should have been instilled with the presence of the creature.

"What did you say?"

"Apprentice me, you're a Demon Caller, right?"

"Yes, but--"

"Apprentice me then. I'll serve you and learn from you."

"I have no ne--"

"I'll pack your horse, take care of all your things."

Morgan paused for a moment to consider the proposition. "You know

that the moment you try to prove you're better than me by killing me

off I'll destroy you?"

"I understand, Mistress."

Sara's muscles began to tighten. She could feel Morgan's tightening

as well. Taking a deep breath, she waited. Then she felt that final

crash as Morgan splashed into her body. She cried out long until her

muscles released and she lay whimpering on the bed.

Morgan leaned over Sara to steal a kiss from her soft lips. Her own

followed the kiss with a smirk.

"One of the most important rules in Demon Calling," she spoke

through bated breaths. "Is to bind your demon..."

Morgan took a leather strap from the nightstand and tied Sara's

hands tightly behind her back. She followed it with a strap at the

ankle of either leg, tying them to opposite bedposts, keeping Sara's

nethers spread.