By Mandy Green
Harper woke up slowly. He didn’t want to wake up: he was having one of the most intense erotic dreams of his life. Someone was kissing his body all over.
What the fuck!
Harper opened his eyes and saw…Satrina! Yep, Satrina Leander, hell-bitch minion of the Spirit of the Abyss. She was grinning up at him with her teeth lightly resting on the skin of his, now vacant, stomach.
"Hello Seamus, we have some unfinished business."
Harper tried to jump out of the bed only to discover that she’d strapped him down.
"Damn, I knew replacing those restraints was a bad idea. You have no idea how sarcastic Dylan got when I told him how I tied you to my bed. You have no hold over me now, you know. We got the larvae out."
"Seamus, I’m hurt that you think that’s all I came here for. My unfinished business is personal. I’m not here for the library; I’m here for you. Well for your body anyway."
"That could be taken one of two ways. Please tell me by ‘body’ you mean to use me like a toy and not kill me?"
Satrina grinned and made small ‘hmming’ noises. "That depends on how good a toy you are Seamus. I always take care of the things I might want to play with again."
"Uhm, untie me and I’ll show you."
Satrina laughed, "I don’t think so. I rather like the look of you all helpless down there."
Harper gulped as Satrina licked his left nipple. The erection that had popped up while he thought this was all a dream was pressed firmly against the crotch of Satrina’s tiny leather outfit. It was a little uncomfortable but he could live with it. Deciding that worrying about death when you had the hottest evil henchwoman in the universe licking you was a waste of time and energy, Harper gave up and went with it.
The tiny outfit must have had a hidden fastening or something because as soon as Satrina saw she had Harper’s full attention she slid out of it rather more easily that Harper would have thought. Not that he was capable of thought: Satrina’s lush curves ensured that Harper was just a boner and eyes on stalks.
"How long has it been?" Satrina asked.
"One year, two months and sixteen days."
"Ooooh, sweetie, far too long. Did those nasty Magog put you off?"
"Well duh!"
"Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you." Satrina slid down and rubbed her face across the front of Harper’s boxers. "I should have taken these off before I strapped you down. Silly me." Satrina sat up and ripped the fabric away from Harper’s cock. "That’s better."
Harper whimpered, Satrina had just fulfilled a long held fantasy. He whimpered again when she ran a finger lightly up the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
"Mmmm, pretty." Satrina pulled Harper’s cock up and sat down on it.
Harper closed his eyes and tried to think of something to distract himself from the feeling of hot, wet silkiness wrapped around him.
Pi to 30 decimal places…Satrina, covered in pie…Gah!
Slipstream malfunctions…Naked Satrina, bending over the access panel…eep!
Tyr and Dylan Morris dancing…Satrina as the meat in a Tyr/Dylan sandwich…Oh SHIT!
Harper exploded messily. And woke up. Alone. Again.
Damn! I knew I should have taken her up on her offer.
The End