Richard sighed with the opening of his pants, a slight shudder running through him. His reaching hands immediately and more effectively – restrained over his head.
Not able to hide his body in any way, Richard at least pouted – a token protest: “No fair, not letting me touch. But accurate, unfortunately… at least I would assume s-”
Another hiss interrupted him, when the next button was opened and an appendage and slipped inside- Slipped and grabbed and liberated.
Dick stood to attention. Wrapped in blue and pressured in a seeming rhythm. Ricard breathed deliberately.
One of his legs still slipped from it’s angled position, scrambling to find a foothold. but giving up soon enough, breathing through the blue ministrations, his pants still in place.
It did – still – nothing to obscure the view.
Which was somewhat obscene, since something should. Like a hand. Or anything else, coaxing tiny noises from him, making Richard flush nor only in teased area, but also his chest and… ears.
Certainly not unaffected.
“S- ‘s somewhat… embarrassing… that,” his feet dragged over the fabric of the sofa, teeth clenched and trying to breath in a controlled fashion.
The blue mass spread partially over his body, he leaned his head back and breathed. One. Two. Keeping it together while his dick twitched – very noticeable since it was still on full display, no discernible movement to be made out around it, Richard writhed and tugged at the strings around his wrists uselessly.
“M… mh keeping the fantasy… ah-hh … to… myself. This time,” he looked really a bit stricken, and got pressed into the couch with a gasp.
Richard laid there, squirming, and everything moved just the slightest bit, he arched his hips upwards and-
Came with a shudder, an exhale. Trembling, changing the translucent blue into opalescent, obscuring the few properly.
I was almost more indecent.
He made a conscious effort to stretch his fingers, the indentation in his hands still visible.
A somewhat silent affair throughout.
More subtle.
Now, of course, Richard gasped for air, breathing harder than usual and trying to regain his composure.
He tried to wipe his brow with his wrist, but he was still bound, giving up soon enough.
“Aaand… just like that… ah… there… there is no mess,” he said, smirking.
And he was right, the opalescence was gone.
Unlike the ties around his hands. Wrists.
Richard took three more deep breathes, looking slightly puzzled when he noticed said remaining part of the creature.
Until he was pulled forward on the table, belly first.
I was right to take more money than I would actually need with me.
The first repairs needed to be paid two days into the journey.
Of course, Michelle had stirred trouble.
But people remembered her fondly. As usual.
After I paid for the damage, I took a night in the in. I was not going to outpace her on the way.
There had been no doubt that Raphael would arrive later.
Another doubtless thing was that there would be bandits. I looked like I carried valuables.
When I was one day threatened in this night’s quarters – with a knife, no less – I simply knocked the idiot out.
My ability to give a damn was limited. In this particular moment, I had reached for a reason why I should give one. And had drawn a blank.
When I left in the morning, I left a man in the lateral recumbent position. No one questioned me about it. But a stable hand was missing.
Thankfully, I could saddle my horse myself.
Incidentally, I didn’t pay either.
… when the torches were raised to slay the ‘fair folk’, I took the easier approach, touched iron and actually cut myself.
The very next time I blessed the whole bloody village and left to sleep in the woods.
People apparently got more superstitious the further south I got.
It was somewhat tiring, but I got to see more of the world. Away from the battlefield. It was not all bad.
At least people all remembered my little sister. And if I only was a horse ridden too fast through the town.
Getting into the actual harbour city at the end of my journey was the hardest part. There were guards on every door into the city, and he city wall was thick.
Of course, I could have used the fear of the ‘fair folk’ that one of the guards displayed, but that would only go wrong afterwards.
So I approached the main gate and signed in as a trader and agreed to have the books I brought copied.
A good rule, on principal.
It certainly brought a well of knowledge to the city.
But when I only saw men on the street, I questioned that.
At least I could find a place close to the embassies, if I was lucky. The amount of foreigners in this harbour city was a lot bigger than in my home town, so… I might be able to get to know a few of the cultures I learned about from the books.
