Don’s bargain with a seductive vampire.
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Lady Primrose
The long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected. There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung with high quality paintings.
However, the paintings all had a decidedly erotic bent, as if someone had decided to redo the illustrations from the Kama Sutra in the style of the Dutch and English masters of the 18th and 19th centuries.There were some portraits too, but they were all showing much more skin than normal. The life-sized painting of a reclining pale young man with a rather generous erection was not exactly what one expected to see in a respectable Victorian mansion.
Or, at least, not displayed prominently in the grand ballroom.
The guests who had been admitted through the main doors, along with Don, gathered about the tables for some fruit and water, and then gradually began to disperse along the length of the ballroom, where they mingled with a number of people who seem to have been admitted to the room earlier, or who had come in through the garden. While Don, Jerome, Bian, Rodney, and Marilyn, seemed fairly representative of the former crowd of guests and of Erosians in general, the latter set seemed quite different.
Each of these others moved with an unusually feline grace and unmistakable confidence. To paraphrase an astute (though fictional) observer of human nature, they walked as if the place belonged to them. They were all of them exceptionally good looking and possessed of an undeniable sex appeal, even for Eros. Don wasn't really surprised to note that these attendees were a bit paler than the other guests.
Music began to play. It was unobtrusive instrumental music, ideal for slow dancing, but modern enough that no one felt compelled to waltz or anything like that. Don watched as the paler partiers moved among the others, smiling and batting their eyes, selecting, and engaging. Most led their chosen partners toward the open end of the ballroom where they danced together, but some slipped off through the open doors into the garden.
Don felt a cool hand slip into his and turned to see the lovely Cessily next to him. She was now wearing a dark red evening gown with a plunging neckline that showed off most of her pale breasts to very nice advantage. Her blue eyes twinkled up at him and her lips, now crimson to match her gown, were smiling in a rather inviting way.
"Good evening," Cessily purred. "'Don,' wasn't it?"
"It was, and still is," Don nodded, unable to resist smiling back at the charming woman.
"Would you like to dance, Don?" she smiled.
"Is dancing all you have in mind, my dear?" he managed.
"Oh, well, there's always more than dancing on my mind," she laughed.
"In that at least we're kindred spirits," admitted Don.
"If you enjoy our dance, perhaps we could retire to someplace a bit more private, "
"Something a bit more shadowy, say?"
She smiled again, "If you like, though I don't mind an audience."
"Once more, we have that in common."
"I could tell I liked you right from the start, Don."
"You seem to have excellent taste, fair Cessily."
She leaned in closer, so Don could feel her lips very lightly brushing his neck, as she said, "I would love to see if your taste is so fine."
Don swallowed hard, and then managed to say, "I must say I find the thought very tempting, but, "
She placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with another of her fetching smiles and said, "Would you like Lucien to join us?"
Laughing a little, Don said, "No, that's quite alright. It's just that I'm afraid I really must save myself for Lady Primrose."
"Oh," she actually pouted a bit.
"However, if she has no use for me, "
Cessily rolled her eyes a bit, "No, she'll just eat you up, the greedy bitch."
Don was a bit taken aback, and a bit put off by her phrasing, despite his pre-existing suspicions.
"Oh, don't mind me, sweet thing," Cessily laughed. "I just had my heart set on you for the night."
"That is very flattering! In other circumstances, "
She leaned in and rose up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, then said, "If you get tired of waiting for her ladyship, don't hesitate to come find me."
Then, flashing him a bright smile and a quick wink, Cessily slipped off to find another quarry.
"I've never seen anyone turn Cessily down before," said a familiar voice from over Don's shoulder.
Don turned to see Lucien regarding him with a slight, diffident smile.
"It wasn't easy," Don admitted, "but I think it's best if I wait until I get the chance to talk to Lady Primrose."
"Interesting," shrugged Lucien. "She generally likes to make a late entrance. Normally I'd wish you luck resisting the charms of the other women, and men, here, but if you can say 'no' to Cessily, I suspect you don't need any help in that regard."
Don laughed, "Again, it wasn't easy."
Lucien nodded and left Don to fend off the advances of several other extremely attractive women who seemed quite eager to slip off to a darkened corner with him. Two of them actually suggested they share him.
"Do you mean, I can enjoy you both?"
"Oh, yes, of course," said the redhead, as her raven-haired companion licked her lips while admiring Don's neck.
Don smiled and proffered his now customary response. The two women didn't seem to mind too much, and Don soon saw them dancing with a very cheerful Rodney, as nearby Marilyn seemed to swoon in the embrace of a tall, dark stranger.
When the two women led Rodney off into the garden, Don thought he should follow. He doubted that anyone was in serious danger here, but he wanted to confirm his suspicions and perhaps see something erotic along the way.
Before he could make it to the garden though, he found himself drawn up short as a gorgeous woman slipped up next to him and took his arm.
"I understand you have been waiting for me, sir," she said in a low, sensuous voice steeped in a cultured English accent.
She was only a little shorter than Don, wearing a black dress that clung lovingly to her body, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her generous breasts with impressive décolletage. Her skin was fair in the way the aristocracy used to find a necessary part of beauty. She had thick chestnut hair pulled back and then falling over her bare shoulders, dark red lips smiling at Don, and emerald green eyes dancing with candlelight and echoing the little glints of her earrings. She was, to put it entirely too simply, staggeringly beautiful.
"Lady Primrose, I presume?"
"Indeed," she nodded.
"I'm very pleased to meet you," Don took her hand and raised it briefly to his lips. He said, "My name is Don and I am at your service."
She smiled a bit coolly and said, "Well, we shall see about that, Don. Are you enjoying the party?"
"I am," Don nodded. "I've been enjoying the artwork, and the company is quite interesting, though now I see that it was all but a light appetizer."
She cocked her eyebrow at him and gave him half a smile, and then said, "I should 'make the rounds,' so to speak; would you be so kind as to accompany me?"
Don bowed a bit, "Of course, milady."
Patting his hand with her cool fingers, she said, "You may call me Clarissa, Don."
Arm-in-arm they moved through the guests still in the ballroom. The guests who had come in with Don seemed largely entranced by their paler companions, but those last all smiled and greeted Lady Clarissa Primrose as she passed.
As they started toward the gardens, she again addressed Don directly, saying, "You have questions."
"I usually do, yes," Don smiled.
"Curiosity is a nearly insatiable thirst, isn't it?"
"Quite."
"Indulge yourself, Don; drink deep," she smiled as she watched his face.
"Lucien called Cessily his sister, but that isn't literally true, is it?"
"Of all the questions you must have, that's the first?" she chuckled.
Don shrugged, "It's the one I'm most likely to forget and regret not asking."
"There are several ways to be siblings," she said. "They share the same mother, but not a womb. They share not genes but blood."
"And you are their mother, I take it?"
"One of them, yes."
"So, 'Lady' is a bit of an understatement."
"What would you have me called?"
"Queen seems more appropriate," Don decided.
"You flatter me, Don," she laughed. "At least this is more interesting than the usual sort. One grows a bit tired of the usual compliments."
They had already passed a couple on a shadowy bench. The woman was straddling the man's lap and had her head buried in the crook of his neck. In another corner, a woman leaned back against a wall as a dark-haired man who might have been Lucien had his mouth fixed on her exposed breast.
When they came to Rodney, who seemed to be getting a rather extreme hickey from the redhead and an enthusiastic blowjob from the darker woman, Don asked, "Are they in danger?"
"Only if they want to be," Clarissa smiled.
"Does that happen often?"
"More often than one might expect, but not what I would call 'often.'"
"And how does one become, your child? That doesn't sound right," Don frowned.
"Perhaps it's best not to strain that metaphor," she patted his hand again and turned him back to the house. "One has to drink in turn."
"Yes, of course," Don nodded.
"Is that why you wanted to see me, Don?"
He smiled at her, "No, I'm here on other business."
"Interesting," she mused as they came back into the ballroom. "You saved yourself for me, and I see that you understand what that would mean, at least normally, but you don't seem to have come for the usual reason at all, though I sense that you find the thought appealing. This would make sense if you were here to join my family."
She had led him through the ballroom and back to the entry hall, and they were now climbing the stairs.
"Moreover, there's something different about you, Don." She raised his wrist and inhaled deeply. "You have, layers, complexity."
She pressed her lips to his wrist and let her tongue play lightly over his flesh. He thought for a moment that he could feel her teeth against his skin. For a moment he thought she would bite him, and he wanted her to.
"Uh, yes, there is a depth of flavor to you, Don. It's quite unusual." She looked up at him without raising her mouth from his wrist. She smiled, "Will you give me a taste?"
Don suddenly realized that they had climbed all the way to the top floor and had come into a large candle-lit bedroom with a large canopy bed in the center of it. It reminded him of the bedroom Toshia and he had found themselves in so long ago. It also struck him as a much darker, more sinister reflection of the Lady's bedroom in that distant Manor. With a tremendous effort of will, Don remembered that he had a mission to accomplish.
"Perhaps," he finally managed, as he moved his hand to cup Lady Clarissa Primrose's chin in his hand and draw her to him. He leaned in a bit, kissing her full lips lightly.
Don just meant to put her off for a moment with that kiss, but she wasn't having any light kisses. She slipped her arms around him, one slipping up so that she could hold the back of his head, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. Her lips were cool, but her enthusiasm was heat enough. Her tongue slipped into his mouth insistently, as Don's hands moved up over her back until his fingers found the little zipper handle between her lower shoulder blades. When he'd opened the back of her gown, she stepped back a little and shimmied out of her black sheath.
She gave Don a moment to admire her beautiful alabaster body, before she stepped to him again, raising her cool fingers to caress his face.
"We could share the sweetest of ecstasies, Don," she purred as her fingers dexterously unbuttoned his shirt in what seemed both slow motion and extremely quickly. She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck as his jacket and then his shirt fell to the floor. He felt the tip of her tongue brushing his skin.
She pulled back and looked him in the eye with a confident smile on her dark lips, and said, "You have some power in this world, I can taste it on your flesh, but you've never known the power I can share with you, if you'll but give me a taste of yourself. You aren't afraid, I can tell. You want to give me what I want."
Letting his hands move over her body, caressing her curves, lingering over her perfect, full breasts, Don smiled and repeated, "Perhaps."
Somehow, she had undone his belt and opened his slacks. She was up against him again now with her hand in his pants, squeezing and pulling on his cock in a grip that was exquisitely tight, but still on the side of pain that counts as pleasure.
Her nose was brushing against his, and he could feel her breath on his lips as she said, "You want to be inside me, Don. You can't deny it. You could have given yourself to Cessily or any of the others, but you saved yourself for me. Surrender yourself to me, Don."
Don forced himself to tear his hands away from touching her long enough to push his pants down, and then kicked his shoes and pants to the side. He licked his lips, swallowed, and said, again, "Perhaps."
Her eyes, so close to his now, narrowed and she growled a bit. Letting go of his sex, she placed her hand flat on his chest and shoved him backward, throwing him easily back on the silken coverings of the bed. Before Don could do more than land on his back splayed out helplessly, she was on top of him, crouched over him and looking down into his face. There was a fire in her eyes and for the first time, it was clear her canines were longer and sharper than normal. She smiled again, but now with a hint of malice, and said, "It's pointless to resist. You know you will give me what I desire."
Don couldn't resist touching her, and his hands moved up over her again, now reveling in the feeling of her tense muscles. He felt her hand between them, taking hold of his extremely hard cock and getting it into position. He felt his glans slipping into her smooth, moist sheath and was surprised at how intensely warm it was. He wanted to push up into her, but she resisted.
She chuckled low in her throat. "Why fight it, Don? You know I can just take what I want."
Don smiled again, but this time broadly as if he were himself again, and said, "Perhaps."
Calling upon everything he had learned about Eros and using the strength he had found so helpful in his fight with the Sisterhood, Don abruptly pushed up and over, flipping Lady Primrose over onto her back underneath him. Startled, she snarled and snapped up at him with her deadly teeth, but Don's hand was on her lovely throat and he pushed her back into the bed.
"Now, now," he smiled. "We could fight, and maybe you'd take what you want by force, but where's the fun in that?"
She managed a cold smile and said, "It sounds like it would be a great deal of fun, actually."
It was Don's turn to chuckle, and he again recalled that day with the Sisterhood, and haughty Daphne. He smiled and said, "Maybe we can try that next time. I was thinking this time we could come to a more mutually pleasurable solution."
To emphasize his point, he pushed himself deeper into her, quietly amazed at how wonderfully warm her cunt was. It felt like she was both opening to the pressure he was exerting and pulling him in. Her muscles squeezed and drew on him in a wonderfully unusual way, as if her cunt had preternatural abilities. He felt her hands squeezing his ass and pulling him in to her and her long legs wrapping around his. Don worked himself in and out of her a few times, eliciting a smile and a happy groan from her, and then said, "What I have in mind is a trade."
"Oh?" she was looking back up at him calmly, as if she were completely disinterested, though her body was flexing and grinding back against him rather enthusiastically. Don realized some of that enthusiasm was being exhibited by those exceptionally talented muscles of her vagina.
Don was intent on fucking her now, but managed to remember his mission and said, "I will give you what you want, though not all of it, of course, but in exchange for something."
"Something more than what you're enjoying now?" she smiled.
Don couldn't resist and lowered his face to hers to kiss her again. In the heat of passion, he didn't care that one of her fangs cut his lower lip, giving her the briefest taste of what she craved.
When he pulled away again, he said, "If you can restrain yourself, I'm sure we can both enjoy this quite thoroughly."
She rocked her pelvis beneath him, smiled, and said, "You might be right about that."
Don paused a moment, both to enjoy the feeling of being inside this gorgeous, sexy creature, and to reconsider his plan, but then forged ahead with, "I'll let you drink, but I want something in exchange, "
"Yes?"
"Your earrings."
She laughed then, and said, "Is that all?"
"Well, they do look expensive, and, "
"Done!" she smiled. "Now shut up and fuck me, Don."
Don was all too happy to do so, bending his back and shoving up into her vigorously as her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding his body tight against her. He was fucking her hard and fast, using short, fast strokes when he felt her mouth on his neck. Her hand held the back of his head in place and then he felt her fangs sink into him. It hurt, but not as much as he had expected, and what followed was a strange kind of bliss. As she hungrily sucked on his blood, Don felt a deep connection with her that transcended the sexual union that was already so very intense. While she drank from him, their bodies became one organism, joined in one glorious pumping, flowing, orgasmic circuit. Then she was coming, her body suffused with his blood and squeezing and pulling at his sex, and Don gave her his cum as well, filling her with a gushing flood.
As they ground together, Don shoving up into her, his arms pulling her down on his spasming cock, his legs shoving against the bed to push himself as deep as he could into her, Clarissa pulling him into herself, strong arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body, her cunt squeezing and sucking on his hard, thick sex, they rolled over together on the bed so that she was on top of him, shuddering and groaning with exquisite pleasure.
Though to him it felt as if she had consumed a great deal of his blood, she held back so that he could give her more before the night was through.
After their long, extremely intense orgasm finally faded away, Clarissa pushed back and up, straddling him and smiling down at him with her lips dark with his blood and thin dark red rivulets running down her chin and splattering a bit on the tops of her perfect breasts. Don smiled and hoped she would honor their agreement. If she didn't though, he couldn't help but think it was quite a way to go!
Then she was moving on him, grinding herself against his body, riding his still very hard cock. Her hands moved up over her body to her full tits and squeezed them, smearing some of Don's blood over her fair skin. Don ran his own hands over her strong thighs up to her narrow waist. Then he was reaching up to help her squeeze those luscious breasts, getting some of that blood on his fingers. She bent down a bit and Don's hands reached her throat and then her face, and then she was licking and sucking the blood off his fingers.
Without for a moment resisting the urge to move her cunt and clit against him, she leaned down to kiss him passionately. She hadn't put her fangs away, if she could even do that, so Don's tongue and lips felt those sharp teeth brushing against them in the heat of passion. There was also the taste of his own blood, which was somehow sweeter than the coppery taste he expected.
Then she was climaxing again, moaning into Don's mouth as her body trembled and her cunt again milked at his cock in that weird and wonderful way.
Later, after a long session of vigorous fucking, Don was sitting up on the bed and Clarissa was on his lap, his cock still inside her and her arms and legs wrapped around him. They had been moving against each other for some time since her last orgasm.
She looked deeply into his eyes, and asked, "Why do you want my earrings?"
Don told her, but as briefly as possible.
"Ah," she smiled. "I take it that means you would not like to join my little family."
He smiled and said, "I am very flattered, milady, but I must continue my quest."
She nodded, "Of course."
"That's not to say that I'm not very tempted, though," Don added. "Would you mind if I came back to visit you, if I can?"
She smiled and kissed him again. Don felt her cunt working its magic again, pulling him closer and closer to another orgasm.
Clarissa rode up and down on him a bit more vigorously, and she said, "Please, feel free to visit any time. Now, give yourself to me one last time tonight."
As she drew him into ecstasy, she worked her body against him, bringing herself to her own shuddering climax. When Don's body responded in kind, pumping a fountain of hot cum up into her, she again dropped her mouth to his neck, and he felt the sharp pain of her fangs piercing his flesh. His hot blood filled her mouth as his seed filled her cunt and womb. Don felt as if she was swallowing him up whole as his life force flooded into her.
She let him fall slowly back onto the bed, and he saw her over him, a disheveled and bloody creature of chaos and death, and thought it was one of the sexiest images he had ever seen. Then everything went black.
When he woke, Don found himself in the bedroom where he and Gretchen had had so much fun the day before. He sat up and looked around a bit unsteadily, just as none other than Gretchen came into the room bearing a silver platter with a pitcher of water and some fruit.
"Good afternoon, sir," she smiled. She set the platter on a table by the bed and set about propping Don up with some pillows. "You should drink lots of water, and eat something, sir."
Then she disappeared into the bathroom to run a bath.
When Don was reaching for his second apple, he noticed an envelope with his name on it. Inside were a pair of emerald earrings and a note that said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Please come again soon., C."
Don was smiling as he finally got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He caught his reflection in a mirror on the way. He was a bloody mess, literally, but it looked like the wounds on his neck were already healing.
After his bath, which was a bit restrained compared to their time together the day before, Don pushed a cheerfully cooperative Gretchen back on the bed so he could lick her to a few squealing and shaking orgasms. Then, back in his khaki's and polo with the envelope and earrings in his pocket, Don went downstairs, collected his staff and headed out for Shagbottom.
"Damn, Don," Toshia breathed. "That was crazy!"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "it really was intense."
"But she could have killed you."
He shrugged, "I mean, maybe, but everyone seemed so polite and well-mannered. Cessily and the others just took 'no' for an answer. I had the distinct impression Clarissa could be trusted to not get carried away."
Toshia shook her head disapprovingly.
"Plus, like I said to Evelyn, I was getting the impression I wasn't really in any serious danger."
"Why is that, though?"
"I'm getting to that," he chuckled.
"Fine, but how did you find your way back to the Hall of the Whatever King?"
"Oh, that was the easy part," Don laughed. "As soon as I left Heolfor House, I abruptly found myself in the courtyard with all the naughty statues. I just had to go in, strip down, shower, take the earrings and my staff, and ride the sofa back up again. I handed over the earrings and got my next mission. Easy peasy."
Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series. If you've read that, perhaps you’ll enjoy these callbacks. If you haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the beginning. In any case, you’ll enjoy this story either way.
Chapter 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Storytime
"The next mission was a bit more straightforward, though there was a bit of a twist along the way," Don smiled.
"Oh?" Toshia prompted.
"It turns out there's this whole area that's set aside for people who are into less civilized things."
"I can understand that," she nodded.
"Some of these are organized into rather male dominated tribes that engage in all kinds of war games and treat their women mostly as commodities. I get the impression the women must be into that whole thing. It had a rather cave-man sound to it when it was explained to me."
"Yeah, there are women who like that whole 'throw me over your shoulder and take me to your cave' idea," Toshia said. "It's not my thing, obviously, but yeah."
"There are at least a couple of female-led tribes, kind of like Amazons."
Toshia added, "Or like the Sisters."
"Yeah, I guess so," Don nodded.
Task Three:
"Anyway, my next mission was to win a tribal chieftain's queen. It wasn't the queen of the tribe, but the chieftain's queen. Apparently, she didn't have any tribal authority, but as queen she was the boss of the other women of the tribe, and she couldn't be traded away."
"Traded away?"
"For, like, horses or other women," shrugged Don. "I had to win the queen of the Grey Wolves. The watcher's council teleported me to the area, which they called 'the Wilds.' I found a village on the edge of the tribal area, got some more appropriate clothing, moccasins and a loin cloth, "
"I'd like to see that," Toshia grinned.
"Maybe later," Don laughed. "Over a couple of weeks, I was able to find out more about the tribal 'culture.' Apparently, there were just two ways I could 'win' a tribal queen: defeat the chieftain in one-on-one combat or sneak into the tribe's camp and spirit her away. I also found out that the chieftain of the Grey Wolves was a massive guy with a serious reputation as a bad-ass warrior."
"So, stealth-time?"
"Stealth-time," Don nodded.
Don Becomes the Sheriff of the Resort Center.
Don moved through the forest as quietly as he could. He was devoting all his attention to creeping stealthily toward the Grey Wolves' camp. For the hundredth time that night he wished he had Shelonda's skills in the woods. He was trying to bend Eros to his will, as he had done in the Manor and against the Sisters, but he was definitely out of his element here. All his time playing stealth characters in videogames hardly prepared him for actually moving quietly through a forest at night.
He hoped that the Grey Wolves had grown complacent in their long period of being the strongest tribe in the Wilds. The villagers Don had befriended had assured him that no one would be crazy enough to try to sneak into the Grey Wolves' camp. Hearing that had actually cemented his plan to try the sneaky approach.
Now, as he approached the camp, he could see the many tents and the darkly glowing pits where their fires had burned low. The chieftain, who he had been told was called Omar War Eagle, was supposed to have the biggest tent, and his queen would have the much smaller tent between his and the wooden lodge, next to which was the large tent shared by the other women of the chieftain. From the low rise outside the camp, Don thought he could make out the tent he wanted. His whole plan depended on War Eagle spending the night with one of his other women, and Don thought he could see a light glowing through the fabric of the queen's tent.
Don crept slowly through the camp, suddenly grateful that there didn't seem to be any dogs in Eros. He stopped next to the backside of what he thought must be the right tent and listened. Somewhere in the camp there were at least three couples having sex, but most of the tribe seemed to have gone to sleep. Shifting his staff over to his left hand, Don drew the sharp knife he'd procured in the village and quickly cut a long slit in the tent. In another moment, he had slipped inside.
Sure enough, there was only one person in this tent, and it was clearly a woman. Don could see a very feminine hip and the full swell of a beautiful bare breast in the reddish glow of the little fire that kept the tent warm. Don crept slowly toward the woman on her bed of furs, as he admired her sleeping form. He resisted the urge to run his hands over her legs while he decided how exactly he should manage the next part of this caper. He moved in closer to try to get a better look at the queen. Her long dark hair obscured her face, but he could tell she was beautiful.
He thought the usual thing to do in a situation like this was to clamp his hand over her mouth when he woke her, to keep her from crying out, but Don wanted to make sure he did it swiftly and gently. Hurting this woman was completely out of the question, as far as Don was concerned. It was bad enough that he was about to frighten her.
When his hand slipped over her mouth, though, her eyes opened and regarded him calmly. She made no effort to struggle or even start away.
Don suddenly realized there was something very familiar about this woman.
When Don raised a finger to his lips in what he hoped was a universal-enough sign to be quiet, she nodded as if she understood him, and Don drew his hand back.
"Hello again," she smiled. "It was Don, wasn't it?" Her accent and the way she pronounced his name, as 'Dohn,' immediately refreshed his memory.
"India?" he asked in utter surprise.
"It is good to see you again, Don," she smiled, "but what are you doing here? It is very dangerous for you here."
"I'm here to 'win' you, to steal you away," he explained.
"Oh, that's sweet," she smiled. "But wait, how did you know where to find me?"
"I was sent by the watchers council, on a quest to earn one of those rings."
"One of these?" she laughed and held up her left hand, showing the black ring Don remembered.
"Exactly," he smiled. "I was looking for you after that one night in the Jungle Room, and here they've sent me to you."
"I am sure it was not an accident," she smiled at him. She brushed her long black hair out of her eyes.
Finding her lips irresistible, Don leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped him with her fingers on his mouth.
"I am the queen, Don. You cannot just do what you want with me."
"Unless I steal you away, right," Don nodded.
"Yes. There are rules," she smiled warmly.
"Ah, very good," Don rose a bit and offered her his hand. "We can slip out through the back of the tent."
"Oh, Don, that is not how we play this game," she chuckled. Then she was yelling, "Help! Help! Someone has come into my tent! Help!"
Toshia laughed a bit and then gaped at Don, before she said, "What the hell, Don?"
"That was pretty much my reaction, too," he chuckled. "You'd be amazed how quickly a bunch of naked guys woke up and swarmed to protect their chief's queen. They dragged me out and brought me right up to the chieftain himself, Omar War Eagle. He was huge, Toshia. Huge! He was at least a foot taller than me and built like, well, like Sven from the Maidenhead, but on steroids. He didn't look at all happy to be woken up or that I'd tried to make off with his most prized possession."
"How did you manage to get out of that?" Toshia asked.
"Well, I did the only thing I could," Don shrugged. "I challenged him to a fight for her."
"I have to admit, that's a bit anti-climactic," Don said to himself. Omar War Eagle lay stretched out the ground in front of him, knocked out by a single strike from Don's staff.
Rather than wait until morning, Omar had laughingly demanded the duel commence immediately. He apparently thought the skinny little intruder would be so little trouble that he could finish him off and get back to bed in short order. He called for a heavy cudgel to correspond, barely, to the twig he saw Don carrying. The rest of the tribe gathered around, and Don had a moment to notice that they bore very little resemblance to one another, as one might have expected from a more traditional tribe or clan.
When Omar moved in, a bit recklessly, and swung that big cudgel in an admittedly brutally fast arc aimed at Don's head, it felt to Don as if the large man was almost moving in slow motion. It was hardly even an effort for him to duck under the swing, extend his leg out to the side as he crouched low, slipping to Omar's momentarily unexposed right side. Springing up on Omar's flank, Don leapt into the air and brought his staff down on the big man's shaved head with a loud crack.
As Omar dropped the cudgel and fell to his knees, Don was glad to see that he hadn't caved in the man's skull.
Before Omar had finished falling forward face down in the dirt, his tribe was gaping at Don and each other in shock and confusion.
Then, Don caught India's eye and saw that she was shaking her head and trying to suppress a smile. He smiled at her, held out his hand, and said, "Milady, ?"
With her by his side, Don began to make his way through the crowd of Grey Wolves, when someone thought to ask, "Shouldn't one of us challenge him?"
Don turned sharply in the direction of the questioner and said quite loudly, with an imperious gleam in his eyes, "Look, I don't want any trouble with the rest of you. I got what I came for. Maybe you all need to think about some changes around here, but do you really want to mess with me right now?"
This seemed to be both confusing and threatening enough to distract the tribe from Don and India's exit.
Now that he wasn't trying to be sneaky, Don could make better time, just keeping his eye on the ground to avoid tripping in the darkness.
India now seemed fine with following along. Once they were well into the forest, she let herself laugh and say, "I think that was 'cheating,' Don."
He chuckled and said, "I don't see how. I'm pretty sure anybody can move that fast if they really want to, at least here in Eros."
"And your weapon?"
"Well, that is special, but I don't think that was important this time."
"Don, wait," she said, tugging on his arm.
He drew up short and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and gave him a kiss, and then said, "You did your tarefa, your assignment; but before they take you away, let us have some time alone."
"Okay," Don smiled and leaned down to kiss her again.
Then he realized he was in a very different place. There was a jungle on his right, and a moonlit beach on his left. Behind India was a good-sized bungalow, and there was a campfire burning brightly on the beach.
"Whoa!" Don breathed. "How did you do that?"
"Is one of my special powers," she winked at him. Then she was leading him out toward the water, saying over her brown shoulder, "This is my special place, my 'hideaway.' They won't bother us here."
"Is this something you can do with your ring?"
"Yes," she smiled, "and you will be able to build things like this too."
Then she dove into the water, leaving Don on the beach to kick off his moccasins and take off his loin cloth, before diving in after her.
Like Toshia would later, Don had many questions, but for the time being he devoted himself to enjoying the playful, sensual company of this wonderful, enchanting woman. From the warm water and surf, to a big blanket by the fire, to a large, surprisingly cooperative hammock, they made love until they found themselves spent, drowsy in each other's arms as the sky began to lighten.
"I looked for you at the Jungle Room," Don said, his lips brushing the top of her head. "Jaden said you had been redecorating. Is that something you do with the ring too?"
"Uh hum," she murmured, "the Jungle is my place."
"How is all of this possible?"
She chuckled a little, kissed his chest, and said, "I can't tell you, but you will see."
"I would like to see you again," Don admitted.
"You will be able to," she said as she caressed his belly. "And you will be able to come back here, but you should always ask, first."
"Of course!" Don smiled. "How will I ask, though?"
"Shhh, Don, let's sleep for a little while."
"You're into her too!" Toshia laughed. "How did I not notice that before?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," Don shook his head.
"How many women are you in love with, Don?"
"Jealous?"
"Ha! No! I know you love me," she grinned.
"How does Sage, I mean, Evelyn, feel about this kind of thing, though?"
"She seems to share your attitude, actually, though she is a bit more possessive. It's kind of a strange dynamic, actually. You could call my relationship with her my primary, if you want to use the polyamory lingo, I guess. Anyway, it's an exaggeration to say I'm in love with India. It's more like kind of passing infatuation. Other than being into sex, I don't even know if we have anything in common."
Toshia regarded him with a cocked eyebrow, then said, "Okay, if you say so. Now, if I ask you about those things you asked India, you're just going to say, 'I'm getting to that,' aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so," Don nodded. "Sure enough, right after she took us back to the forest, I found myself teleported back to that crazy courtyard of the Crimson Mountain King. After the usual bathing ritual and taking the time to look around a bit for Evelyn, Nicole, and Stephanie, just in case, I was back in the office to get my next assignment."
"You're doing quite well so far, Don," Pamela said from the other end of the table. "Three down and four to go."
"Thank you," Don smiled. Knowing that he was almost halfway to being done definitely put him in a better mood about jumping through these hoops.
Task Four:
"What's next?"
"Something different in a familiar setting, I think," Pamela said with a smile. "We want you to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort."
"Okay, but what about the current sheriff?"
"The position is currently vacant, I'm afraid."
"Okay, well, it seems like an easy enough job, I can take it on until someone else comes along."
"You misunderstand," Pamela said with a smile of a different sort. "You're to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort for a year."
"A year?" Don gaped down the table at the council.
"Moreover, you are not to have any sex for that year."
"Wait, what?"
"Be the sheriff for one year without having sex," Pamela repeated.
"A year, fine, but, wait, what counts as sex?"
"You're clearly familiar with the concept, Don."
"Yes, but what's the exact thing I'm supposed to be avoiding?"
With the slightest expression of exasperation, Pamela looked to the witnesses to either side, but if they gave her any feedback Don couldn't see or hear it. Finally, she looked back at him and said, "No physical contact with another person for the purposes of sexual titillation or gratification either for yourself or the other person, or persons."
"So, masturbation, "
"Yes, that's fine," she cut him off a bit impatiently, "but you should be careful not to try to test the boundaries of our rules. We will not tell you if you have failed the task until the end of a year."
"So, I probably shouldn't try touching someone with a sex toy, I take it," Don frowned. "Do I have to keep track of the time?"
"No," Pamela said. "Stay in the Resort, and we will let you know when your term of service is done."
"Okay," Don shrugged. "Any other conditions to be met?"
"No, that's it."
"Okay, I guess I'm ready, then."
Then, Don found himself standing in the sheriff's office in the Resort. He was wearing boots, jeans, a light white shirt and a denim vest with a star on it. His trusty staff was still in his hand. With a deep sigh of resignation, Don began his year as Sheriff.
"A year?! That's crazy," Toshia shook her head. "Plus, no sex, damn!"
Don laughed, "Oh, I agree completely."
"What does the sheriff even do, really?"
"Not an awful lot, it turns out," Don smiled. "I mostly wandered around making sure people didn't 'disturb the peace'—you know, running around playing tag when people are trying to fuck, that kind of thing. Apparently, maturity and consideration aren't required for getting into Eros. Our crashing into the pool on our flying carpet definitely counted as disturbing the peace, by the way. Sometimes people get confused and lost, and it was nice to help them out. Of course, they often wanted to 'thank me' for my troubles, but I was a rock and politely declined."
"It must have been very hard," Toshia winked and gave him a little nudge.
Laughing, Don said, "Well, I've gone longer than that without sex out here, but the XYZ certainly made things, difficult."
"A year in the Resort, all that hot sex going on and you couldn't have any, damn!"
"Well, I could, and did, masturbate, a lot, but it was supposed to be a challenge, so, I did amuse myself by wearing increasingly outlandish outfits from the Wardrobery, which was fun. And there were occasional breaks in the monotony. One of the things all of us agreed to before going for these rings was to check in with the sheriff any time we passed through the Resort. So, I was in a good spot for finding out how the others were doing. And, as it turned out, it was only about a week and a half into it when Evelyn turned up."
"Oh, that's good! How was she doing?"
"She was doing well and had some stories to tell."
"Well, what do we have here?" said the familiar voice from the doorway.
Don jolted upright in his chair behind the desk, where he had just been dozing a bit in preparation for his mid-afternoon nap. Then, when he saw the woman framed in the entrance to his jail, Don bolted to his feet, circled his desk quickly, and wrapped her in his arms. Then they were kissing passionately, in an embrace that lasted several minutes. Only when their lips finally parted did he say, "Sage, I mean, Evelyn! It's so good to see you!"
"Right back at ya, stud!" she grinned. "Shouldn't you be in Gotham City?"
Don stepped back to show off the Batman costume he had found in the Wardrobery, then tapped the sheriff's star on his chest, and said, "It seemed appropriate to the job."
"No mask, or, cowl, right?"
"They had one but, it was seriously uncomfortable, and nobody was getting the joke anyway," he shrugged. "Come on in and have a seat! Where have you been? How are things going?"
She laughed, "That's what you want to do first?"
"Ah, well, you see, 'want' isn't the right word here," Don frowned as he sat on the edge of his desk. He quickly outlined the details of his current task.
"Oh wow!" Evelyn said. "That really sucks. Which one of your seven is this, then?"
"Four," he said as he watched her move into the room. She was wearing a green tank top that fit her snuggly, a brown skirt, and a pair of hiking boots, in short, the same outfit she'd been wearing when they had gone together to the Crimson Mountain weeks ago. She propped her staff against the wall before she took her seat. Don was deeply distracted by her bare legs as she crossed them.
"Ah, so we each have things to tell each other about," she smiled. "You go first."
Don related his story about Shagbottom and Lady Primrose, which Evelyn pronounced, "Extremely hot!"
While he was telling the story of his quest to 'win' India, Evelyn asked a number of questions about India, ultimately concluding, "She sounds like fun. I want to meet her!"
"We can go look for her at the Jungle Room," Don smiled, "but it's your turn."
"I don't know, lover," she smirked. "Your stories have got me a bit hot and bothered, "
"Well, I can't help you with that," Don said wryly. "We could go find you someone to play with, "
"What if I kill two birds with one stone?" she smiled as she uncrossed her legs and hiked her skirt up a bit. She ran her hands over her thighs, smiled over at the lust-filled expression on Don's face, and then began, "Well, my first assignment was right here in fact. I had to spend a week 'wearing the red' in the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite."
"Ah yes, we did that our first day here at the Resort, but just for one shift." Don laughed a bit, "You definitely weren't the captain there; that must have been a challenge for you."
"I think that was the idea," she chuckled. "Those 'watchers' do seem to know a lot about us, don't they?"
"Yeah they do," he nodded. "We had to do six hours. How long was your day?"
"Ten hours, with three breaks in there, for refreshment and rest. That left me time each night to explore the Resort a bit before sleeping." She was idly toying with her lips, pulling and stroking on them.
Don forced himself to look up at Evelyn's eyes and asked, "Where did you sleep?"
"Here and there," she shrugged. "There's no shortage of beds and comfy loungers here, and nobody messes with you when you're asleep."
"They better not!" Don grinned. "The sheriff won't stand for that kind of nonsense."
"Good man," she smiled.
"Any particular things stand out from that week?"
"Well, it took me a while to get used to just letting anyone who wanted to paw me and boss me around. By the way, women are just as bad as men about that. My ass seems to be some kind of grope magnet."
"It is particularly tempting, I must admit," Don smiled.
"'Sure you don't want to start your year over?" she winked.
With a frown, Don shook his head and said, "It doesn't work like that. They'll just tell me at the end of a year if I pass or fail."
"Boo!" she said with an exaggerated pout. "Well, after I got used to the situation it got pretty easy to just go with the flow."
"Any favorite jobs?"
"Well, one woman wanted a gangbang and they needed a fluffer."
"That's a bit surprising, to be honest, I mean here in Eros," Don mused.
"I thought so too, but there I was, giving head to like 30 guys."
"Damn! I'd like to have seen that!" Don adjusted the rising bulge in his Batman trunks.
"It was hot," she nodded as she slipped one of her fingers up between her lips. "On the other hand, having all those hard cocks to play with but no cum for me was a bit frustrating, and, after a while my jaw started to hurt."
Don frowned in sympathy.
"Oh, one day they asked me if I could dance. 'Turns out there's a little club in there.
"Yeah, the Temple's a bit more Vegas than Aphrodisia’s."
"You're really such a nerd, aren't you?" She laughed. "Anyway, they wanted some novitiates to dance on tables and the bar. That was fun. At first it seemed like it was just going to be a chance to enjoy some music and dance, which was a nice break, but yeah, things got a bit, heated."
Evelyn had her own little stage about two meters across where she danced barefoot and naked to the very sexy pulsing music. For this assignment, she and the other dancers weren't wearing their usual red tunics, but had long red ribbons tied around their wrists, biceps and waists. The table on which she was dancing glowed white under her feet, and there were red and blue spotlights above focused on her. There were four of these tables, each with a dancer, two of them men and two women. At either end of the bar was another dancer, again one man and one woman. With the lighting as it was, it was a bit hard to see people who weren't dancing or over at the fairly well-lit bar. Evelyn could make out the people right at her feet, but the other 'patrons' of the club were just indistinct shapes in the shadows.
At first, Evelyn was content to sway to the music, letting her body move along to the beat as if she were dancing just for herself. It had been a long time since she'd danced at all, and she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Of course, the fact that she was naked in a spotlight, with XYZ coursing through her veins, made her very conscious that she was putting on a show, whether she was trying or not. Soon, her hands were moving over her body as she danced, gliding over her hips, cupping her breasts, caressing her neck and her face. Now and then her fingertips reached down to brush lightly over her lower lips, which were getting increasingly dewy.
To be continued.
By BradentonLarry for Literotica