Liberated, p.4
Liberated, page 4
part #3 of Master of All Series
“I think I’m good, Reg,” I said as I held the cup of tea in my hand.
“You sure you’ve got everything?” Reggie continued. “I can get you more blankets and pillows from the other tents. And much more tea. If you don’t like their brew, I can try to whip up some proper English tea to calm your nerves.”
“I’m not nervous, Reg,” I said as I held the cup of tea in one hand.
“Speaking of nerves,” Reggie said, ignoring me, “I was quite skilled in the shiatsu techniques of massage back in my Armed Forces days. I could give your back a quick once-over just in case--”
“I’ll be fine, Reg,” I said as I held the cup.
“I’ll bring some incense as well, create a little feng shui in here to align those chakras,” Reggie said, completely full of crap. “I’m sure I can get some from another tent, so you have what you need to--”
“What I need is for you to get out,” I said, finally losing my patience.
“Oh,” Reggie said, deflating a bit. “I didn’t mean to offend you, Will. I was just trying to help.”
“I know, Reg.” I put my hand on his arm. “The only thing I need now is some peace and quiet. If this is anything like the last few times, it’ll be an intense experience. And I’ve never done this on purpose before, so I’ll need to concentrate.”
“Then I’ll just head out then, shall I?” Reggie said as he stood there.
“Yes, Reg.” I motioned my head towards the tent entrance.
“Yes, well, I wish you a good meditation, I suppose,” Reggie said awkwardly. “You go do that… enlightenment thing.”
“Sure thing.” I chuckled as I rolled my eyes a bit.
Reggie shuffled out, leaving me to my own devices. I thought I’d finally have the peace and quiet I’d need to get down to business, but before I could so much as close my eyes, there was a swish of the curtains behind me.
“Reg, I love you like an uncle, but--”
I was cut off by the throaty voice not of my favorite Brit but the Baroness. “My champion, I know you wished not to be disturbed while you sought this inner power, but… I believe I have a way to bring you more in tune with yourself than mere… meditation.”
That’s when I got up, turning around to get a good look of a very naked Solanna in all her glory. My eyes raked over every nude inch of her, from her hexagonal eyes to her beautifully sculpted breasts, and all the way down to the splendid curve of her ass and slender legs. Her wings shimmered in the dim light of the tent, giving them an almost iridescent look.
“I’m listening,” I played dumb, inhaling sharply as bit my lip. Solanna was stunning, golden, and the very definition of royal.
“You must relax if you are going to get anywhere with your meditation.” Solanna stalked towards me, her hips swaying enticingly as she crossed the space between us. She stopped mere inches from me and dragged a honey-colored digit over my lips.
“If you were aiming to relax me, Your Highness, I regret to inform you that your most powerful presence has only served to rile me up,” I countered with a smirk, playing right into her hand.
Solanna laughed, and it was a beautiful sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You trust me, yes?”
Her finger moved from my lips, and her hand trailed down my neck, coming to rest on my shoulder. Black lips danced along the shell of my ear, and I could feel her warm breath against my skin.
“Yes,” I answered slowly, already enticed with the gentle touches and alluring ministrations.
“Good,” Solanna cooed, then with a sharp, one-syllable command, she whispered. “Strip.”
I did, of course. Who was I to say no to a Baroness? I shucked my clothes off and cast them aside. Goosebumps raced up my spine and covered my arms despite the heat of anticipation growing in my loins. The desert was cold at night, but what gave me the chills was the gorgeous woman behind me who had her hands on my body.
Solanna hummed and lightly dragged her nails over my shoulder blades before pressing her palms against my spine. Her breath hit my neck as she whispered against the shell of my ear again.
“Such an obedient champion. Do you follow other commands just as well?”
I smirked. Usually, I was the one that was giving the commands, but for her, I would gladly relinquish control.
“I can, under the right circumstances,” I replied with a low rumble, and I heard her wings buzz with a trill of excitement.
“Then we shall see if I am worthy enough,” Solanna giggled and pressed down on my shoulders. “Kneel, sweet champion.”
Again, I followed her orders, and I brought myself to my knees, cushioned by the pillows that Reggie had provided me with. I felt stiff, though, like staying in this position for a long time would later be hell on my spine. I wriggled in place, trying desperately to find a comfortable position in which to situate myself.
“You are thinking about it too hard,” Solanna said, and she lightly pushed my shoulders down again, only this time her fingers pressed into my skin, targeting my tense muscles.
A soft sigh escaped my lips, and with each passing second, my limbs seemed to relax, my muscles becoming loose under her pointed but gentle touch. Her skin was smooth against mine, I noted, and she carried the faintest scent of something sweet like honey. Eventually, she worked me until I had sunk onto my haunches, and I exhaled as the tension started to leave my body.
“Close your eyes,” came the whispered direction. I nodded, letting my eyelids fall shut and closing off the dim light in the tent. My mind entered a state of calm between the scent of amber incense and Solanna’s technique with her skilled fingers.
Suddenly her touch was gone, and I peeked an eye open to see where she had gone.
“I believe I said eyes closed, my champion,” Solanna cooed, and I smirked as I shut my curious eye again.
When I felt her touch again, it was definitely not where I had expected it. Or maybe it was, but I was so relaxed that I had forgotten that we were both very naked in this tent that was meant for meditation. A moan of pleasure slid past my lips as her nails danced lightly over the sensitive flesh of my cock.
“Remember, stay relaxed,” Solanna teased, and I wished I could see her. I imagined her leaning over, her supple breasts mere inches from my face, just out of distance of my tongue being able to reach out and lick a pert nipple, and multifaceted eyes staring at me with desire.
“It’s hard to stay relaxed when you’re purposely riling me up,” I told her slyly.
“Your point is a valid one, darling, but I must insist that, in order for this to work properly, you will have to trust me fully.” Solanna accented her point by allowing one of her fingers to drag over my balls, and I repressed a shiver from the almost ticklish touch.
“I do trust you, Solanna,” I impressed quietly, and I tried to focus my mind again. Relax. That was all I had to do. Just let someone else take the reigns and free myself of responsibility for just a little while. Let my mind go quiet.
All of this was easier said than done, but I had to try, and Solanna was with me. I knew I could do this.
The Baroness curled her fingers around the base of my cock, no longer in a teasing fashion, but with a firm, purposeful grasp, and stroked me from base to tip. Despite the urge to stiffen my spine in response and rock my hips against her palm, I simply let her do what she would. My hands, previously curled into fists at my sides in order to keep some semblance of restraint, came to a rest on top of my thighs.
“You’re doing so well for me, my champion,” Solanna praised, and I hummed pleasantly in response.
Rather than see or feel her move, I heard her sink to her own knees, then shift until she was on her stomach. At least, that was what I assumed she’d done. How else would she be able to suddenly have her pretty lips wrapped around the tip of my cock?
I stifled a moan by trying to swallow it back, and my fingers twitched, desperately wanting to tangle into her black curls and push her further down my length. Refraining, I took a long, staggering breath, and Solanna descended on her own. With each tactical press of her tongue along the underside of my cock and her lips sucking me in long, languid motions, it wasn’t long until I was rock hard and oozing from my slit.
The Baroness kept devouring me, tasting every drop and inch I had to offer her like a treat, a delicacy. While I still felt the dominant urge to touch her, to feel her skin under my hands, I remained as she wanted me.
“Solanna,” I moaned, but my voice sounded distant to my own ears. It was a surreal feeling, having my cock sucked but not being allowed to touch her. Oh, I could, but that would ruin the experience, and that was half of the fun, even if it was meant to be a relaxation method.
“Patience, my champion,” the Baroness teased as she pulled off of my cock with a slick pop. I felt the dribble of saliva along my hardened flesh, and I just knew that my cock was dripping with her. My throat tightened at the thought as I bit back another needy sound, attempting to keep my focus, as promised.
The cool desert air hitting my damp erection made me shiver, but what awaited me seconds later was well worth the short wait. Around me, though still sounding far off, I heard the rustle of pillows and felt Solanna’s slender body align itself with mine. Soft breasts were pressed to my chest, and the plush curve of her ass was seated in my lap as she engulfed my cock with the hot, slick holds of her vagina.
A pleased hiss rushed out from between my teeth, and I fought against all of my instincts not to touch her. I wanted to. I wanted to feel her honey-colored skin, trace the goosebumps on her thighs, cup her breasts and hold her to me, but I would relax. I would wait. That was the whole point of this, according to Solanna.
“Fuck,” I moaned breathlessly, forgetting my manners as I forced my mind to relax. “You’re so tight.”
The Baroness giggled in my ear, and I could feel her lips form the words against the shell of my ear. “I don’t give myself to just anyone, my champion.”
Once she was finally flush in my lap, I shivered. My fingers twitched at my sides, but I made sure that they didn’t move otherwise. I had to trust in Solanna, trust in myself and my own subconscious control.
“You must allow yourself to feel,” she murmured as her hands gripped my shoulders. Slowly, she pushed herself up until only the tip of my cock remained inside of her, then sank back down.
“To touch is a physical notion. Just because you cannot see it or put it in your hands does not mean that it is not real.” Solanna repeated the motion, this time faster. “This is true for your meditation. You must be able to let go of the physical and trust that your mind will take you where you need to be.”
My body trembled as Solanna rode me. Every descent of her hips, every clamp of her tight walls squeezing my cock, every moan that spilled from her lips sent a thrill of pleasure up my spine. At first, it was hard to fight against the desire to grab her, to pull her hips down and slam into her over and over again, but putting myself in her care forced me not to see with my eyes and my hands.
Blind to the world, I was able to forget that I was sitting on pillows, and instead, I had the feeling like I was floating on something soft, a cloud, maybe. The incense was strong, but the scent of amber and sandalwood carried me away to another place far away from the inside of a tent on the outskirts of a desert in the middle of the night.
And all the while, I felt Solanna taking my cock, giving herself to me as a means of relaxation. She trusted that I could be the champion she needed me to be, and I trusted her to help me succeed. It was an odd give and take, but it was welcome, and I could feel the edges of reality slipping.
Her pace quickened still, and soon the soft clap of skin sticking to skin reached my ears as she fucked herself on my cock. The light buzz from her wings became a beautiful hum in the background. Everything seemed far away, even the heat that coiled in the pit of my stomach as my orgasm built up.
“Does it feel good?” I asked the Baroness. “Do you feel good riding me like this?”
Her only response was a sharp moan as she squeezed her thighs against mine. I could tell that she was getting close, and I yearned to feel her lose herself on my cock.
What happened next was a blur, but I distinctly recalled Solanna screaming my name as she came. Her orgasm saturated my lap, and she continued to ride me well into my own, milking me for everything I had to offer her. I tried to touch her, to ground myself, but there was a disconnect. I couldn’t move at all, but I didn’t struggle, either.
After that, my vision went white, and I basked in the afterglow of our sex as I fell to my back. My head hit another one of those fancy pillows that had been collected for me, and I heard Solanna laugh.
“It seems my job here is done, my champion,” she whispered on my lips before she kissed me. “I’ll be waiting for you after you’ve completed your mission.”
5
Libritas
William had always been asleep when I touched him with a vision such as he needed, one that would expand his knowledge of his powers and increased our bond. While it no doubt seemed random to my dear wielder, they always came when I felt he needed them. At least his time with Solanna had relieved much of the tension that I had felt building inside of me.
“Don’t worry so much, William,” I cooed in his ear as the Baroness swept out of the room. “I’ll be right beside you every step of the way, helping you like I’ve always done.”
“Thanks, Lib.” His voice was soft and content. “Once more into the rabbit hole?”
“Once more,” I echoed as I sensed calm take over his body. He closed his eyes, and as I felt his mind focus inward, I drew upon his memories, his experiences, and my own to craft the right place to discuss what we needed to do. The divine energy was there inside him, faint but growing, but he went deeper. Into his own mind and into his dreams.
Slowly. Gently. Softly. Quietly. Finally, William fell into the vision I prepared for him.
When he opened his eyes, he took in the endless desert I had conjured for us. The wind poured sand over our bare toes, tickling them as the dune shifted beneath our feet. The twin suns slowly descended in the distance as the light flowed over his skin. It was beautiful, like a beam of noonday bliss.
Gods, did I want to touch him then, to run my hands over his chest, to feel the things I wanted to feel not in a dream, but in the flesh... but not now. Not when he needed the power I had to give him.
William took a long moment to take in the serene beauty of the desert as I lingered close, waiting for his attention… but my patience was short-lived. I couldn’t help myself, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down into the sands. My golden finger ruffled through his hair, and when his eyes snapped to me, the surprise melted into the handsome smile I craved. His eyes roamed up and down my steely form, lingering at all my bare curves, and the heat that roiled off him had little to do with our desert environs.
“Hello, Libritas,” he said as he put my hand on my cheek. His warmth flooded into my cool metal flesh, and we simply floated in that moment.
“Hello, dear William,” I whispered at last.
“So, where do we go from here?” he asked, his hand sliding down my side as he brought himself closer to me.
“As much as I would love to simply move to the… entertaining portion of this vision,” I began as I leaned my head on one golden hand, “there is an important matter we must attend to first. I must show you how to channel your divine essence through the chains that bind you and your circle, or else we will never make it through the Miasma to find the answers you seek.”
“Business then pleasure?” William grinned as he stroked my cheek one last time. “Sounds like a plan, Lib.” With that, he hopped to his feet, then offered me a gentlemanly hand up, which I gladly accepted.
“While we work, though, there is… something else.” I frowned a bit as I considered how to go about this. What I meant to reveal was painful for me, but I had come to terms with that. A millennium had done much in that regard, but at the same time, this was information William needed for the trials ahead. “But let us start with the simple things.”
William raised a hand. “How about we start with the hard things?” As I blinked at him, he grinned as he shook the sand out of his hair. “What can I say, I’m an overachiever.”
“If you so desire, my love.” I could never deny William anything, I knew that to be true. “We shall combine both then.” As I turned around, I beckoned for him to follow, my chains clinking as I moved.
“Don’t worry, I’ll follow you anywhere,” Will said as he fell in step behind me.
“We shall see.” Though I didn’t need to breathe normally, I felt a sigh was still appropriate. “What I have to tell is about my past, about the history of the Brands that brought us to this low moment. In the end, you are the only one worthy to judge what passed.”
“Well, if you’re afraid that I’ll think differently of you because of it, you’re wrong,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Nothing you say will change my opinion of that.”
I stopped. This place was fine, especially as William’s words filled me with joy. “Thank you for your confidence, Will. I hope to retain it for all our years to come together.” I spun to face him, my chains swirling like a dancer’s scarves. “Now, focus, William. Look to your own chains that connect you to the world.”
“Right, understood.” Will closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in deeply, and then opened them again. There was that familiar wince as the cavalcade of chains almost overwhelmed him, but that was one reason I brought him here for this. In the dream world, there were only his chains and mine… though mine were copious from millenia of battle.
