Reohoko's Own Erotic Stories of Glade and Tower
Into The Woods...
The most amazing thing is not the Glade, well, of course, that is very amazing indeed; it may be one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. I must tell you, I have been to many places – more worlds than I can even name. Seems as each one was created I wandered off to explore it, and even the fascinating lands with space flight – mines and demons, could not hold my interest. Somewhere, over the horizon there was always something new waiting, but home was the lost lands, the ones I had most recently departed from. Home, home is where you hang your hat in the evening, where your heart is a handcrafted wooden plaque on your door, or where you hear the voices of all your loved ones. Yet, I have no hat, no door, and well – I guess it is time to make friends. Sitting about aimlessly in the Glade was simply not my cup of tea.
I like to map, it’s my thing, in many of the worlds I have lived in, I have mapped... thus, my day began with mapping. See, Candice and I are not always stowed away in the SBE Towers – sometimes we are other places. Today is one of those days – today I was easily a mile southeast of the Glade, following along the coast of Mistland Lake. The adorable water creatures had told me the name of the clear blue water, ah, sweet and adorable creatures – I can tell you, it is much better than a hot tub, a visit to the lake will leave you refreshed every time. They wait for you to enter the water, to take your hand, to kiss softly each spot on your body, tongues and fingers seeking to find every last crevice that needs bathed. Like nothing you can explore in most of the adventures; even explorations with Kama Sutra cannot equal the erotic pleasures these sexual creatures can offer. However, today, I simply walked along the coast, admiring the turtles that swim along the shore, and exploring the edge of trees.
It is truly peaceful here, the sounds of birds in the trees, the smell of earthy plants and flowers, and the feel of soft dirt beneath my feet – you can almost taste the spring air as it tussles through your hair. I leaned against the large oak whose roots wandered aimlessly into the lake and admired the sun heading towards the far off horizon. By now, I must have traveled at least 5 miles from the Glade; the trees seemed to go on forever, and the far end of the lake was still far out of sight. Walking along the tree roots that formed a short bridge ending in the lake, I stared out at the horizon – nothing stirred, the waves rippled in and under the root to splash along the shore, but nothing moved far in the horizon, just endless water – more like an ocean than a lake. Straddling the root, I kicked my feet over the water, watching as the fish scattered in all directions – “I am not here to eat you!” I giggled. It seemed that this world was so amazing and peaceful, as if nothing bad had ever existed. Never had I been to anywhere quite like this.
The root was not wide enough to lie back upon; I traced my fingers along the soft lines that made up the bark, and it was getting to be sleepy time. Exploration isn’t for the faint of heart – it is hard work mapping the amazing plants that grow here and there – foraging for edible fruits and seeking out vegetables – it is a bit of work, tiring at times. Pushing my hair from my face, I pondered the best place for a nap, the bark rubbed a little roughly against my skin, and I wondered if any of the leaves here would make for suitable exploration clothing. I scanned the horizon, without really looking, just thinking, when I realized I was hearing something new... something I had never heard before. Off in the distance, it seemed a whirring, nearly a mechanical sound – maybe a mile or so to the East. Hopping up to my tiptoes, I tried to peer through the trees – anything that loud must be able to be seen from here, I thought. Yet, there was nothing, nothing but tree branches, leaves, and more trees.
I could climb a tree and look, but, well it is just as easy to wander in that direction and I was up and headed there immediately. I was winding through the trees, and examining precious little, because with each step it seemed the noise was getting louder. It wasn’t like any normal machine sound, just a little like it, but a little like music too. The trees began to thin out a bit, the sounds of animals became less distinct, and soon I was standing in a clearing, a clearing that led to the gates of what seemed to be a castle.
No pearly white gates, or pristine towers; a torn down castle, walls crumbling and overgrown by vines and trees. There seemed to have once been any number of people traveling through the area, wooden wheels lay strewn about, wood rotting and eaten by the greenery. I walked slowly towards the castle, I could still hear the sound, but could not quite make out what I heard. Listening intently, I was nearly certain that I heard no others nearby. The broken walls left a gaping entrance, and I climbed over the rocks to find myself standing on a cobblestone road, that led right towards what must have once been the castle proper. Walking slowly I watched for any wandering rogues – the lands of the Glade had not proven to be unsafe yet; however, there was always a chance.
Buildings were orderly, but falling down, no signs of fire or flood were present, it just seemed as if disrepair had occurred because the residents had simply left. There were no signs of bodies – so plague did not seem a likely event and no signs of struggle – typically fire or strewn about broken weapons – it seemed unlikely that there was an obvious reason for the previous residents to have abandoned this place. This place looked very much as though it had once been amazing, once been the pinnacle piece of a strong and intelligent society. Yet, here it was today, a broken down relic of some unknown past, unknown people, with a whirring machine – possibly somewhere in the castle. I was at the doors, large doors, and I wondered if this was a sign that the leaders were giants, because the other buildings had not been much larger than would be expected for someone my size, but this was different. They did seem ornate in nature – at their size – but still, it was as if larger needs were answered with these doors.
Do I knock? I wondered. I ran my fingers along the wooden surface, and realized, it was not wood at all. I stared intently at it, as if that should help me figure out what it was. I was not listening to the world around me – as I should have been. Just as I discovered the intricate pattern around the door handle, a whispery sound was by my ear, and something was curling quickly up my leg and around my waist. “ssSSSS...” it said as I swatted at it, trying to pull it lose. “ Isss closss’d asster dassk...” it moved quickly from side to side as I swung. The grasp around my waist tightened and the curling up my leg slid deftly up my thigh to press scaly skin against my womanhood, pressing roughly, as it pulled its body firmly around mine.
“But, it isn’t dark yet...” I argued, trying to get a grip anywhere, particularly to keep the long fangs away, but also to pull it from me. “Let me go this instant!” I demanded.
“Isss not dasssk yet, m’ lady, isss not indeedss...” it whispered as the fanged mouth came perilously close to my neck. The snake’s length was amazing, another swift tug slid the scales past the protective skin of my outer lips and sliding across my clit. I trembled, I did not know the goal of this creature, its scales deftly wrapped around my chest, nearly causing rug burn along my nipples, but it would not get any expected results behaving like this. “The masstess wissses to speak with you...” The scaly length between my legs moved swiftly, as it freed more of its length to wrap around my neck and causing me to gasp, “He has wosdsss foss you...ssss.”
“I don’t need more words, I have plenty of my own,” my fingers grasped tightly to the length pulling around my throat, I finally knew that it was not an endless length, I felt the tail at the end of the large snake’s length, it tickled up my thigh. “Why are you trying to hurt me if he wants to speak with me?” I demanded tugging fruitlessly against his snake body.
“Not husstss, just sleeepssss...” it pulled snugly around my throat and instantly my vision blurred.
“Let go,” I whispered, breath refusing movement between my lungs and the world. “Let go...” and all was dark.
When my eyes opened next, it was to reveal that the daylight was gone, I was still in the ancient city, but my location was no longer by the gates of the great castle, and the whirring noise was gone from my hearing. A kink in my neck and shoulders marked that I had been in this position for at least an hour, possibly more. My hands were bound above my head to a long post that seemed to stretch across the opening of the dilapidated building, and my feet were chained to separate poles that limited mobility and kept them shoulders’ width apart. Trying to shake the dizziness from my head, I realized that a mark was in my shoulder, two marks, signifying that the snake had not simply found it enough to remove my consciousness through lack of oxygen to the brain, but had also bitten me. I supposed that the fact I lived had something positive to say about the situation, looking about the room, but I could not be certain that the circumstances would not change – shortly.
Booted footsteps resounded through what must have been another room adjacent to this one, seemingly coming down the hall. Quickly I tugged against the restraints, they jangled, and I frowned, because the footsteps paused, meaning, not only could I not gain freedom, but that my captor most likely now knew my state of being. He did. “Reohoko,” a dark shadow peered around the corner, “I see you have awakened.” The tall man stepped into the room; his facial features were hidden by a shadow cast from the beams between him and the light sources that lit up the room around me. “Atssk has enjoyed checking your scent, embracing it while you slept,” it was then that I realized the snake was curled beneath me, its tongue flicking in and out of its mouth. “We heard you had come to the lands, making your home in the Glade.”
“Who are you?” I asked as I watched the snake slowly moving towards my ankle.
“I have many names,” he whispered, suddenly inches from face. I jumped, tugging uncomfortably on the bands that attached my wrists to the metal chains.
“I see,” my whisper was completely untrue; I could see nothing but his silvery blue eyes. A familiar feeling was wrapping slowly around my ankle, I knew where it was heading, but I could not look away from this man – this strange, tall, dark haired man with the mesmerizing eyes.
“I understand that you are unlike other visitors,” his fingers brushed along my cheek, sliding down over my chin, a gasp escaping my lips. “Never any clothes,” the other hand settling on my hip, “Wandering between the homeland and the city.” There was a smell about him too, a scent that felt familiar but so far away. “Precious to the holder,” the rough skin of the snake was along my thigh and feather flick brushed air past the tender skin of my upper thigh, “guide to the worlds of Libris Erotica.”
“Precious?” I whispered back, his lips so close I could almost taste them; the world around me seemed shrouded in mist, except his eyes.
“Precious,” he answered, “Precious, I imagine, to any exposed too long,” his hand was on the inside of my thigh, separating it from the other limb where the snake moved closer to the growing warmth between my legs, “too long to the tantalizing aroma...”
Suddenly it was there, pressing a rough rounded nose into the dampness, a flicker against the inner lips exposed to its explorations, and the tremor of the creature shivered along my leg. Its full length now wrapped snugly around my leg in many twists and turns. It nearly awoke me from the trance, the faded world coming into focus as I realized my predicament. “No!” I gasped, “It’s a, a...” pressing forcefully against my inner lips it slid back and forth to spread my juices along the entire length.
“Snake?” He asked, his lips pressed against mine and my rapid breathing caused my chest to press against his in an almost frantic pattern. I tugged at the ankle bracelets that kept me attached to the floor and his kiss went deeper, his fingers pressing forcefully against my inner thigh to prevent my legs from closing. His lips sweet, sweet like ripe Arillian berries, his tongue pushing in to taste mine, and the world spun out of control again.
The snake was hissing softly, moving forward, and back, rubbing against my swollen clit as I ceased to fight against my bindings. A part of my mind rebelled, struggled to find the sense in this scenario, but it didn’t come, and the waves of warmth were building as a fiery battle that threatened to consume me. His lips released mine, and sought my neck as I gasped in needed air. Rough hungry kisses exploring my earlobe, tracing my vein along the side of my neck, and placing a sensual warm kiss in the space where my collarbone meets. The warmth of his strong hands was under my breasts, pressing them upward while holding to my ribs. I trembled, the touches were driving my need, and even I could smell the scent of my sexual desires.
“Pleasant and powerful,” he whispered, his tongue flicking gently over my nipples in the same slow moving pace as the snake, as it continued its slow exploration of my drenched pussy. “You will not be disappointed with today’s adventure,” he continued, his mouth wrapping around my nipple and sucking roughly on it. It seemed as if this was the cue for the creature between my legs to take a more aggressive approach to its discovery. With a swift move it pressed the diamond shape of its head firmly at the entrance to the soft opening within, wiggling, pressing, I gasped, my hips instinctively moving against the palm that was suddenly pressed against my mound.
My fingers wrapped unconsciously around the cool metal chain holding my bindings, “Um,” I whispered, small gasps escaping my lips, “ummm, it’s too big.” The fingers pressed into my lower stomach as his thumb pushed against my clit, causing me to jump, and a sudden squeak – that was as much surprise as pleasure – echoed through the room. Mounting pleasure, as if nearly every nerve in my body was on fire, and the diamond shape wiggled again, seeking entrance, seeking to force itself deep into me, but I struggled, fearful of the size; though his lips brushed against mine, and his thumb pressed small circles over my clit, I struggled.
Back and forth, it wiggled, its tongue flicking in like a blade of grass feels on the inside of your elbow, tickling, causing me to squirm, but still my body responded to the seeking creature with warring fear and desire. My hips pushed my clit against his thumb as he drew circles, and let the diamond shape force itself in with a sudden pop, as the larger end drove in deeper, my gasp sucked in the sweet breath of the stranger. As quickly as it had gained slight entrance, it was pulling away, just to quickly thrust in harder – deeper. His hand was wrapped into my hair and the nape of my neck, holding my lips to his as I screamed in response to the constant popping as the base entered and pulled back away again. My screams seemed to be eaten up by him, feeding him as his pet drenched itself in my juices. There was no fight, my body could not cease to let them have their prize, capture and bound – naked and unable to resist their needs; and the pressure building was sending constant waves over my body, ecstasy, trembling ecstasy that encouraged the creature to press in deeper, rhythmically making my body respond to its endless movements.
Just as I thought there could be no more, my clit tender to his touch, my juices puddling beneath our feet, his lips began to explore. His lips moving along my neck again, down slowly over each breast, his hands grasped my hips, his whispers were lost in the shivers of my skin as the deep thrust caused me to press my stomach against his mouth. I closed my eyes; though the moonlight was above my head, the world was already dark as I was lost in the feelings, the touches. The chains jingled with each wave that overtook my body, as his lips and tongue floated around my belly button, and over the tender skin on the inside of my hips.
His thumb had left my swollen clit, but it was not freed from the exploration, I felt the rougher skin, the scaly skin of the creature that thrust with never-ending rhythmic motion into me was using what could only be its tail to slide back and forth slowly over my clit. It moved with a methodic motion that kept the pleasure building, as if no release would be found, as if the dozens of smaller orgasms were meant to keep me wrapped in their grasp – an eternal tease. His lips were on my back, moving over my bottom. His fingers placing a firm grasp on my cheeks, and his tongue and lips breathing kisses up my spine. The shiver overcame me again, causing another orgasm to rock my body, and the wave that flowed up into my head brought forth another gasping scream that I could not hold back.
As I thought I would explode from the endless barrage of erotic exploration, his breath was in my hair, on the back of my neck, and something hard, something thick, pressed against my bottom. Fingers rubbed my inner lips, around the thrusting creature that seemed to be oblivious to the intrusion, and they slipped along the juices, pulling them between my cheeks, sliding up and into my bottom, I struggled again, desperate and fearful of the intentions of the exploring fingers, of the hardness pressed against me. “No, no, no, you can’t, please.”
A groan breathed into my hair, “I can,” his other hand reached around to cup my breast firmly, a loud moan escaping my lips, “and I will.” He answered my struggles with methodic back in forth movements that lubricated his intended entrance. The ribbed end of the snake’s tail ran over my clit, bouncing it tweaking it, causing me to gasp and respond to the four explorations as one; though I wished to prevent the one... my body would not obey my command. In a single swift movement, the fingers were replaced by the round bulbous tip of his manhood. His grip on my breast tightened in anticipation, and my body answered his need with a soft kiss to the seeking manhood – a kiss in response to the orgasm that rocked my body in answer to a desire that had never been present before.
It was as nothing I have felt before, in a single swift movement it was in me, a grip that was not of my control grasped his manhood and the uniformed motion of the two rocked my body and confused my hips. His groans were loud, in my ear, increasing the unmistakable desire that overcame my body and kept my gasps and trembles coming. Over and over again, they rose and before the next one had ebbed, another was flowing over it. As his fingers dug into my hips, controlling the motion, the speed, and ultimately the pattern of the waves that rose over my body; forcing me to lay my head back on his shoulder, as his lips and teeth pressed into my neck. It seemed eternal as my muscles tightened over the thrusting members. Tightened so much that had my mind not been overcome by the ecstasy I might have concerned myself over whether I were to hurt them, but his groans grew, louder, faster, and deeper. Then, as his rhythmic motions became uncontrollable need, rough thrusts of need that demanded release, the room was gone, my body a tuning fork of ecstatic pleasures, and as the shooting warmth of his need filled me, my mind filled with bright colors that surrounded the orgasmic trembles that shook my body and brought unconsciousness.
I awoke the next morning, in the Glade, and though I knew it had not been a dream, little evidence was available to demonstrate the adventure. Chloe was by my side, a damp cloth in her hand, her bright blue and pink wings fluttering. “We found you on the edge of the forest, Mistress.” I shook my head to remind her it was ‘Reo,’ but she continued, “You probably should not be wandering out there, it isn’t really very safe.”
“Indeed?” I asked, letting her dab the cool damp cloth to my forehead. “And why might that be?” I smiled innocently at her.
