“Naughty little princess runaway,” he teases me, running his big palm over my exposed cheeks. “What happens to naughty little princess runaways?”
I still can’t speak and he knows it. But the question isn’t one to be answered. It is one to send quivers of anticipation through my bound body.
He’s making me wait for my punishment. He’s not rushing this even a little. In fact, he’s drawing it out, tracing the tips of his fingers over my skin, charting the curves of my form from the crest of my ass all the way to the crease where my cheeks meet my thighs.
If I could speak, I’d tell him just to get on with it. Hurt me, forgive me, untie me. Please. Don't hold me in this limbo forever.
SMACK!
He grants my silent wish with startling and swift intuition. I learn then that all these ties do not get in the way of his hand meeting my ass. I am trussed so securely I can hardly move at all. I can’t touch myself even a little, but he can touch me. He can touch me hard.
“I like to spank you,” he reveals. “I like the way it makes your skin redden. I like the way you squirm and writhe. I even like the way you cry. Your tears are beautiful to me.”
He is twisted and dark. He is excited by my pain. I think there is something about my signs of soreness which makes him hard.
I don’t know whether to be afraid of him, or completely terrified. Either would seem to be a sane response. But my body is in charge of my response, and I am not physically afraid. There is no terror response. There are quivers of fear, but they are delicious. They make my thighs wet with desire which seems to come from the very core of me.
His slaps continue to fall, building to a punishing crescendo which makes my toes curl. I am grunting through the pain, still unable to speak, but my body speaks for me as I squirm and writhe as much as these infernal bonds will let me.
Triton
I am so glad she ran away. It was a pathetic attempt at escape, and it has given me the opportunity and pleasure of punishing her. I do love spanking a wayward young woman, and I love spanking this one more than any other. She has a full ass and skin which shows color beautifully. Every time my palm lands against her blushing bottom, her flesh blooms and then settles into a deeper hue.
She deserves every bit of this. She is disobedient and willful, and she is intent on putting herself in harm’s way. I knew she would make an attempt to leave at least once. I had this planned the moment I knew she was coming to me, right down to the way my ties wrap around her nubile form, accentuating her curves and containing her wayward flesh.
Many humans would consider what I am doing wrong, perhaps even evil. Here I am, taking advantage of the predictable innocence of a princess just barely on the threshold of maturity. But Lucy needs someone to bring her into herself. She will never become what she was meant to be if she doesn’t experience adversity, and if nobody ever challenges her misbehavior.
Lucy needs to be spanked, and by all the gods, I need to spank her.
Lucy
There is heat in every part of me. It sinks through my ass and finds a home inside me, at the nexus of my being, igniting parts of myself I did not know existed.
This is not like the punishment he gave me the first time he spanked me. This is something far more intense and adult. Perhaps it is the war which heightens everything and imbues each moment with meaning. Whatever it is, it is fucking hot. I am dizzy with lust, dripping with need. I am like a filly in season, my sex displayed in all its slick, wet, glory.
“What shall I do with you now, little princess?” He murmurs the question to himself, not to me. I am an object to be acted upon now. I am a trussed little captive ready to be claimed by the big bad god.
I know what he’s going to do next. It is so inevitable it may as well be carved in stone. We are going to, as my sister would say, fuck. Rut like animals. We are going to forget that we are gods and we are going to be as base and desperate as any beings made of limited flesh.
Triton lifts me off his lap and bends me over the bed, still very much bound. I lay, waiting for what must surely come, knowing that it will change everything forever.
Triton
Dare I claim her for my own? Of course I dare. I have nothing to fear from god or man. I promised to keep her safe. I did not promise to return her untouched. The pairing of an innocent princess and an ancient god is a perfect one. She brings all the beauty of the new, a mere nineteen years of life leaving her soul and body equally untouched. It will be a depraved pleasure to watch the seam of her lips spread around my cock as she is taken for the first time.
Lucy
I feel the thick head of Triton’s manhood find my sodden slit and rub up and down. I know what this is. This is the last step in his seduction. This is the final barrier between me and the womanhood I want so desperately to claim.
Triton denied me that once, a year ago, but he is not going to deny me it now. He is going to give me everything I need, everything I have craved in the quiet nights where I lay awake, pretending to sleep, my fingers drifting across my most intimate parts.
I have climaxed over and over imagining this. I knew that I would be hot and sore when it happened. That first time he spanked me, I felt his hunger in the core of me.
Much has happened between then and now. I have been trussed. I have been punished. I have been made his captive and now, as his cock slides inside me with a torturously slow motion, I become his lover.
I let out a moan and discover that I have found my voice. I can hear my own lust, my own sweet release as Triton’s cock glides inside me. He is slow and he is careful, but he is also thick and hard. My inner walls are spreading around him in accordance with his will, giving me delicious pleasure.
My bindings feel tighter, but not because they have physically tightened. They feel tighter because I am expanding, glowing with desire. My legs are trying to part to allow him to go deeper. My back arches as his big hands take hold of my punished cheeks and spread them to give his cock more room.
A growling sound emanates from him, a rumble of pure possession and absolute desire. He pushes deeper, deeper until he is all the way inside me, my sex wrapped tightly around him.
Triton
This is everything I have wanted for a year. There is hot, almost entirely human flesh wrapped around my cock. This is my ward, my protectee tight around me. I am sheathed inside her so deep I can feel her every quiver and reaction. The beautiful arch of her back lifts her hips up, presenting the perfect rounds of her ass to me.
There is no way for her to know how desirable she is, how incredible the sight of her prone body is. She has a stunning face and an elegant figure, but even from behind she is something to behold. I could stare at her all day long, and indeed I might. There is no rush. I am not a mortal man, desperate for orgasm, plunging myself like a rutting animal inside her. Perhaps I will lose control like that later, but not now. This is her first time, and I want to make it as pleasurable as it is instructive.
Her pussy is delicious, buttery hot around my flesh. When I draw myself out, her inner lips grip my cock and cling to it before relinquishing it. Every part of this young woman’s body is designed to be claimed. Nature knew what it was doing when it made her, and the spark of divinity inside her only serves to highlight what animal wisdom chose to form.
I fuck her long and slow. I take my time. I make sure she feels every inch of my cock as I revel in the remnants of her virginity. I have conquered her, but it is not a conquest of war. It is one of will. She has bent more than her body to me. She has bowed that proud spirit which comes from the heavens above, the golden glow of the eternal sun which lives inside her and manifests in so many ways, not the least of which is her molten sex which seems to be growing hotter with every thrust.