Escape from ForestBlind Ch. 03
Xandria advanced to him and closed her fist around his erection.
My god! Tiffany thought. I can feel the heat of his skin, the pulse of his stiff shaft.
Tiffany-Xandria recovered from her surprised reaction. "Hmmm, Your Majesty. This eager hardness tells me you will not be able to think straight in the midst of your lust for me."
"I will require no thinking to give myself to your beauty, Xandria," he replied, reaching his hands for her shoulders. He drew her face to his. Tiffany-Xandria slid her fist up his pulsing shaft, feeling the slippery wetness of his pre-cum as it leaked down over her knuckles, copious in its amount and clear in its message of brazen desire for her. "There is no sorcery here, my lady. There is only this-"
And he bent his mouth to her ear, his soft, warm breath bathing her earlobe before he gently closed his lips, trapping Xandria's sensitive skin, briefly teasing her lobe with the tip of his tongue.
Oh, shit, oh, damn, don't stop, Scaffaro, don't stop, Tiffany thought. She swooned slightly, the strapon and harness loosening slightly from her grasp even as she remained firmly in control of his cock with the other hand.
"You see, most beautiful woman," Scaffaro said, flexing some kind of inner muscle that flared the head of his beautiful dick inside the warm tunnel she was creating with her fist, "you need no witch's magic when you have the allure of a stunning woman, so beautiful, so mesmerizing." He moved his lips from her ear to her mouth, gazing into her eyes as he did so. "No sorcerer's divination is needed to translate the message of my hardness. It says, 'I want you. I need you. You have me at your mercy,' does it not?"
And he kissed her deeply.
Xandria's natural reaction was to melt into his arms, seal against his chest, her nipples taut against him. The strapon and harness began to slide from her hand-
Heaven, thought Tiffany. It was her nipples that were hard, just as hard as Xandria's. No, wait, I am Xandria, she thought, her rationalizing brain trying to find its way out of the fog of ForestBlind. But he is amazing, and sexy, and-
". . . and, my sweet Xandria," Scaffaro continued in his sexy baritone, still hushed within the private space that was the bubble of their entwined bodies, "does not my erect member meet your desires? You love large members, sweet lady, and I have one. It will fill you deeply, I am sure of it."
Tiffany-Xandria's pussy was gushing. Her nipples were almost painfully erect in arousal. She wanted to wrap her arms around Scaffaro's back and pull him to her.
The strapon and harness lost contact with her hand as she raised that arm to-
No! No! Tiffany thought. Don't let go of the strapon, Xandria!
She lurched to the side, barely able to snatch the strapon and harness in mid-air before it fell to the ground as Scaffaro continued his assault on every single one of her sexual senses.
Xandria squeezed hard around his cock. "You have no more magic, Scaffaro," she said, lowering her hand to cup his balls, squeezing enough to clamp them tightly in her grasp, just nearing the point of pain. "And so you revert to thousands of years of male trickery to seduce maidens and bend them to your will."
He halted all motion, understanding clearly his vulnerable position.
Xandria drew the end of the strapon cock slowly up the side of his thigh. "But I have the sorcery of this magic shaft, Scaffaro. It is no longer a fair competition between us, would you agree?"
She released his balls and again fisted his shaft, the throbbing urgency again satisfying her with its message: "I" "want" "you!" his cock pulsed, each syllable clearly communicated with a corresponding beat of his heart.
Scaffaro's trickery had finally and completely vaporized like the tiny sparks being updrafted in the fireplace's chimney.
"You have me, my lady. You own my stiff member — it is trapped in your grasp. How will you put to use the large cock that is now at your whim? Perhaps you will toy with it in many of the ways you fantasize using stiff, desirable, large shafts possessed by the handsome, naked men of your favorite sexual dreams? Will you tease me by running the head of my cock slowly up and down the wetness of your womanhood?"
His words stunned game-playerTiffany. Character Scaffaro was dirty-talking her, words meant to seduce her, perhaps in the bargain again getting her to drop her magic strapon and gain the upper hand in their ForestBlind duel of wits, magic, and seduction.
But he knows my fantasies! This character just spoke out loud a favorite fantasy of mine!
Tiffany loved masturbating to thoughts of a handsome man with a big, hard dick she was playing with, using it as living phallus to titillate her wet pussy, running it over and between the folds of-
Tiff was disoriented. This scenario was fast becoming too much to process — it was splitting her thinking, dividing her mental bandwidth between Tiffany Sorrell, game-player, and Xandria, the ForestBlind princess.
Was she teetering on the edge of schizophrenia? Multiple personality disorder?
There was only one way to proceed, to hold at bay the approaching panic about maintaining enough mental capacity to keep herself together.
I am Xandria, Tiffany thought. And I am going to experience every one of my sexual fantasies with this handsome, nude man, even though Xandria must always be alert to his trickery.
She — Xandria? Tiffany? — dropped to her knees in front of Scaffaro, strapon and harness still gripped in one hand, and engulfed the head of his glorious cock in her mouth, savoring every slippery droplet of his delicious pre-cum.
"Unnghh," he moaned in pleasure. "You are surely a sorceress with your mouth, Lady Xandria."
Tiffany was all in as Xandria at this point. Her nipples were extended in arousal, she was lubricating freely in anticipation of taking this pulsing shaft — this large pulsing shaft — as deep as she could stuff it into her pussy. She wanted to ride this guy until he spurted, then she wanted to come hard, with a satisfaction as deep as the head of his cock buried inside her.
Then she wanted to fuck him with her magic strapon cock, really find out what it's like to fuck a man, to penetrate his tender opening as he urged her on, desperate to be fucked, desperate to surrender to her. To open himself up and take every inch of her magic cock just as deep inside him.
No longer concerned about a schizophrenic split, Tiffany Sorrell abandoned herself into Xandria's psyche, mind — even her very soul.
How will I mount this gorgeous dick and still maintain control of my strapon? Xandria wondered, Scaffaro's cock hot in her mouth as she savored the taste and feel of him, the velvety texture of the head of his cock so delightful on her tongue. I want both my hands free to play with his body!
Xandria tested her sorcery — she mentally commanded the strapon and harness to fix itself in space as she released it. Shield against all but me! she ordered, and the magic pleasure instrument levitated within a glowing bubble just behind her.
Scaffaro lunged at it, risking serious injury to his cock, which remained a few inches deep into Xandria's mouth.
She knew what would happen, and she trapped his cock between her upper and lower front teeth — gently, gently . . . but firmly — as a tactile and unmistakable message of who was in control.
His hands ricocheted off the glowing bubble surrounding the levitating strapon and harness. Shocked, he straightened and froze, stunned motionless by his inability to grab the magic talisman and by the gentle pressure of Xandria's teeth on the sensitive nerves lacing underneath the skin of his throbbing cock, secured beyond any doubt in his enchantress' mouth.
Slowly, she eased her teeth apart, then she ran her tongue across that exquisitely sensitive bundle of nerves underneath the plum-like head of his stiff shaft.
Xandria was on her knees of front of Scaffaro, but there was not one scintilla of doubt about her ownership of his nude body, his sexual lust, his very soul.
She released him from her mouth, and slowly rose in front of him, teasing her mouth and lips along the rippling muscles of his abdomen and up to his sternum, where she lingered, turning to lay her head against his chest to feel the strong, rhythmic beating of his heart. Drinking in the smell of him, Xandria continued straightening, and then pressed her body against his, feeling the satisfying hardness of his cock trapped between their cocoa-skinned bodies. Her stiff nipples pressed into him, creating a satisfying pressure that somehow communicated with the quickening moistness in her pussy.
"It is over, Scaffaro," she said, looking into his eyes. "I am the sorceress with complete control of you, and no treacherous intent can now linger in your mind or your body. You are mine, and I will have you to sate my lust completely."
His eyes softened under her gaze, but his cock throbbed hard between them.
"You have outsmarted every one of my schemes, fair lady. You have proven your cunning, which is not outmatched by anything save your beauty and your enchanting persona. And so-"
He paused, wrapping his arms around her pulling her tight in his grasp as Xandria encircled her arms around his back and then dropped both hands to grab the cheeks of his ass and firmly hold them, fondling them, testing their resilience.
"And so," he continued, "I now share my cleansed desire. You have released me from any thoughts that would distract me from what I desire more than life itself at this moment."
Xandria waited, knowing with certainty that both of them would experience a sexual coupling that could be nothing but magical.
"What I desire more than life itself at this moment," he whispered, "is to make love to you exactly as you wish and to surrender myself to the new experience I want you to have taking me and pleasuring us both with your enchanted strapon cock."
The words thrilled Xandria!
"So let us proceed, Tiffany," he said, keeping her tight in his grasp.
***
It took several seconds for the name Scaffaro had just spoken to register in Tiffany's mind.
She shrieked. "No-o-o-o-o!"
Her hands were curled over the keys of her laptop's keyboard, but they weren't moving. Tiffany's fingers and hand position mirrored the position of Xandria's hands on Scaffaro's muscular glutes. She was completely disoriented, thrown suddenly back into the apartment she shared with Jonelle and Monica. Her gaze darted wildly around the apartment, trying to make sense of her environment. Where was the cackling fireplace? Where was Scaffaro! Why was his sturdy cock not pressed against her?
It made no sense, and the disorientation was frightening. It was like she had been pushed deep into some dream that Xandria must be having about a future time and place.
Then Tiffany caught a glance of herself in the small wall mirror opposite the sofa in the small den.
Her T-shirt was pulled up, her bra was pushed up, and her breasts and stiff nipples were in unmistakable signs of intense arousal.
Have I been playing with my breasts and nipples? My god! Have I been playing with myself?
Have I been drugged?
Then she noticed Jonelle's reflection in the mirror. She was pulling her hand from beneath the crotch of her panties, which were clearly visible because the zipper of her jeans was completely down. Her glasses had slid down her nose, and she was reaching to readjust them.
Rapidly reorienting to their apartment, Tiffany glanced quickly to Monica and saw her roommate flushed. She was topless, her bra and blouse tossed carelessly to the floor.
Monica's shorts and panties were at her knees.
"Holy fuck!" Monica exclaimed, coming to her senses and finding herself nearly nude. "Oh, dammit!" She tugged her panties and shorts up quickly and reached for her bra and blouse.
Jonelle readjusted everything, too, quickly zipping up and squirming back into some kind of normalcy in her jeans.
Tiffany pulled her bra and t-shirt back into place.
The three of them said nothing. Awkward silence hung in the air.
"So-o-o-o," Jonelle said slowly, looking at the screen of her laptop, "I think we all know what's going on here."
Monica was the last to put herself back together as she had removed or displaced most of her clothing. "Um, yeah. I'm, like, embarrassed about this, and-"
"Don't be embarrassed," Jonelle said quietly. "We were all doing it."
"He said my name!" Tiffany blurted out. "Scaffaro said 'Tiffany', not 'Xandria'!"
"You too?" Monica asked.
"Shit!" Jonelle said.
"All three of us?" Tiffany asked. "Are you fuckin' kidding me!?"
Monica sucked in a big breath. Jonelle swallowed hard.
Tiffany remained motionless, trying to process.
"How the holy fuck did this game-"
Jonelle stood up suddenly, grabbing her laptop in the process. "I am not getting into another theoretical discussion about this," she said flatly. "I'll be happy to do that later." She stepped around the coffee table, laptop in hand with the screen still open and showing her guard in all his naked glory. "But I'm not going to be embarrassed about this, and I'm going straight to my room for some privacy because I am going to have wild, uninhibited sex with my Latin fox, and I'm going to find out what it's like to peg him until we both come. Hard!"
She strode purposefully to the door of her bedroom but paused before she went in. "This is the craziest RPG we've ever played, and I'll grant you that there's something really, really strange going on." She paused, drew in a big breath, and finished: "But this game is giving me a rush like nothing else — no fantasy, no vibrator . . . hell, not even close to what Tim and Spencer and Derrick and what's-his-name from that party last semester, and shit-head Brad were ever able to come close to doing in real life. So you guys just prepare yourselves to hear moans and yells when I get fucked and when I fuck my guy with my strapon. It's gonna get noisy in here!"
And she rushed inside, quickly slamming the door behind her.
"You can have the sofa, Tiff," Monica said quietly, reaching for her own laptop, where her naked guard was on his back on the wooden prep table in the kitchen, his knees drawn to his chest, his erect cock lying flat against his belly. "I kinda want to be in my own bed for this, you know?"
She shuffled to the bedroom she and Tiffany shared in the apartment's 2-bedroom set-up. Their shared space was at least roomy enough to get two beds inside and still keep some semblance of personal space, but Tiffany understood completely why Monica suggested she stay out in the den on the sofa.
All of three of them were going to masturbate to their own private scenarios in ForestBlind.
And they all three were going to find out what it's like to fuck a handsome, eager man with a strapon cock.
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