Tales of Love & Sex

No sex but femdom

Wearing only a thin nightdress refashioned into innocent yet scandalous lingerie, the woman shyly approached the edge of the tall, stone-faced man’s bed.

For a second, he seemed surprised. Theodore folded his book and placed it in his lap but kept his thumb in place.

With a wave of her hand, the door to his room swung shut.

He stared at her impassively, trying his best to seem unaffected

The warm, dim light of the candles and the shining moon through the balcony window illuminated the two.

Bashfully, she tilted her head and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her light brown strands framing her freckled face and delicate yet supple frame painted an irresistible picture of innocence and charm.

“Gosh, I’m having such a hard time looking at you like this.” She crawled onto his bed and then straddled him, since she knew he wouldn’t touch her first. A gentle, reserved, shy smile emerged on her face. “Are you... feeling the same way too?"

Her doe-like eyes and sweet, soft voice made whatever came out of her mouth sound as sweet as honey and innocent as could be. A tinted, red blush covered her cheeks, and her lips nervously pressed together.

Theodore offered no response whatsoever and continued to stare. He’d been unmoving the entire time.

“No?” She smiled and then sighed, dropping the act. “How boring.”

Rolling off, she laid beside him on the bed and stared at the ceiling and then at him.

“So, if you don’t like mature women, tutors, prostitutes, nerds, popular girls, exotic girls, older sister-types, girl next door, lonely neighbor, or innocent virgins, what type of girls do you like? I’m running out of ideas, so I’d appreciate it if you pitched in.” Her hair grew longer and turned a shimmering iridescent silver. Full, supple breasts swelled down into perky little mounds. The little freckles on her cheeks disappeared, and her eyes turned a rosy, crimson hue.

Theodore didn’t respond and went back to reading, but she knew he was listening.

“I know I’m not the problem here, so what's up with you? Are you a virgin? I know it's not ED.” She crossed her arms.

“It’s late. Go to sleep,” said Theodore, flipping a page.

“I try so hard for you every day, but you always ignore me. I think that’s called being a bad husband? Do you like being a ‘bad husband’?” Dramatically, she threw a hand over her head and heaved a large, pitiful sigh. “Maybe I should just cheat on you…pfft-”

A high-pitched laugh freely spilled out of her as she kicked her legs around, and judging by Theodore's eyes on her, she knew she had his attention as well as his rising emotions.

“You must not do that. You are now a noble, so you must act as one.”

“I am though.” She snapped her fingers. ”Nobles cheat on each other all the time, so wouldn’t it make me more noble-like to cheat on you?” A small scene of a man of orange flame and a woman of blue passionately kissing flickered in the fire of a nearby candle. “Y'know, if I cheated on you, you might actually make some friends because then you’d have something in common with the other nobles. I’d be doing you a favor, Theodore.”

The woman made of blue flame passed the man an item before disappearing and reappearing with a flickering, pudgy, and round man, also of blue flame, holding a cane.

Then, the fire was snuffed by Theodore.

“It matters not what others do. In this household, we must abide by strict oaths of faith or else we face severe punishment.”

“Did your mother’s oaths include playing around in the brothel? It must be so if she’s still around.”

He had no response for that, to which Laraine laughed, and her eyes narrowed.

“Cowering from harsh realities isn’t very noble, Theodore, but I’ll ignore it this time.” Back against the mattress, she hugged her knees to her chest, pushing the thin, altered nightgown above her stomach.

By now, he’d put the book on the nightstand. His eyes remained stable, having gotten used to her behavior.

“It’s unladylike to rest in that manner.” Theodore pointed out. “Additionally, no lady would wear such a shameful outfit.”

“Hmm, you’re right, so let’s take it off.” Smiling deviously, she sat up and began slowly slipping off her dress.

A stupefied look formed on his face.

Theodore reached out to stop her but had no idea where to put his hands or where to look. His eyes flitted nervously, lips were slightly open, and there was a slight tremble in his fingers.

There was nothing he could do as she lazily tugged off the fabric. When it was all off, she shook her head to allow her hair to fall loosely behind her.

“…put your clothes back on. It’s unbecoming of a lady,” he growled, looking the other way with a hand blocking the view.

“You mean, a wife isn’t allowed to be naked in front of her husband?” Laraine threw the cloth at his face and crawled toward him.

“No, but it’s improper—“ he was stuck and extended the fabric back toward her, “You shouldn’t strip so easily!”

“There’s nothing wrong with a wife making herself easily accessible to her husband. Did you want a math problem or a puzzle to complete before making love to your wife?” Once again, she teased him, except since his guard was down, his true emotions were playing on his face, unhidden.

Then, she striked.

Ripping away the blanket in his moment of weakness, Laraine was pleased to see he had an erection and felt herself getting excited.

She tossed the blanket behind her where he couldn’t reach it and held both of his wrists against the headboard, keeping them in place with magic. His face became flustered and turned rosy the closer she approached him. Seeing this, she could barely control herself and giggled while smiling with delight.

Straddling him, she leaned in close.

“You’re so adorable,” whispered Laraine as she cupped Theodore's face with both hands and locked eyes with him. She began peppering kisses on his neck and then wrapped her arms around his neck when she was sure he wouldn’t twist his head to get in her way.

Soon, she brought her tongue out to begin tracing paths along his neck and gently bit down and sucked on his skin just for fun. When she did so, red marks would appear.

Theodore remained quiet, but his breaths slowly became heavier and labored.

After a few minutes, she laid her head on his shoulder, faced away from him and looked out at the balcony. Her ears were focused on the strong thrumming of his heartbeat, and her hands, which caressed him, slipped inside his shirt.

One hand stopped at his heart, and the other continued to explore his toned body. She resumed licking him but switched sides.

It would’ve been a shame to leave one side untouched, after all.

Gently, she pressed a few kisses to his cheek, and noticed his eyes tremble ever so slightly as their eyes connected. She wondered what face she was making right now.

Was it one of lust? Mischief? Adoration? Affection for the small creature she held?

As she couldn’t see herself, she didn’t know.

Her hands retracted from his torso, and she pulled back, placing her hands on his shoulders. A pleasurable fog was taking over her mind, and she needed to calm down.

Breathing deeply in and out, she could practically taste the man in front of her, and she felt herself tingling right in the core.

“This is the first time I’ve tried this with my actual appearance, isn’t it?” Laraine undid his shirt and peeled it back so it wasn’t in the way. Pressing a hand to his heart, she felt a lively heartbeat thudding away. “Y’know, Theodore, if you get this excited, you’ll make me think you’re happy about this.”

His heart beat faster underneath the warmth of her palm, and he turned his head away.

Drawing back closer to him, she began licking his nipples and reaching into his pants. His breath hitched, and his knees shot up when she grabbed his dick, causing her to slam her hand on the wall beside his head and lurch forward.

She giggled and teased him again when she understood what happened before resuming her work, bringing out his rod.

His tip was leaking, and she gently rubbed circles over the top of it with her thumb.

“H-How— What,” he choked out. He was unable to form a coherent sentence, so he stopped there.

She covered his eyes and spoke sultry whispers into his ear.

His heavy breaths radiated desire and lust. A heavy blush decorated his body, along with the marks she left behind. His fingers twitched at the foreign pleasure.

“You’re so handsome and justful; a true noble. It’s a shame no one wants to be friends with you, so why not play nice with me? I’ll be pestering you for the rest of your life anyway,” whispered Laraine into his ear, stroking his virile cock coated in precum. “I’ll give you lots of money and jewels, just like your family wants.”

His eyes turned red and glassy, resigned.

She stopped massaging his dick and sat up. Laraine didn’t like this look.

Facing each other, eyes locked, chests rising and falling, the two had a moment of brief silence as Theodore caught his breath.

When he showed some more signs of intelligent thinking, she started speaking.

“In case you didn’t know, this isn’t in our legal contract.” She gently squeezed his dick still in her hands. “I only promised to bring glory to your family, which doesn’t include sex whatsoever. What would you like me to do, Theodore? You can still escape this, y’know?”

He winced when she squeezed but pondered deeply the matter. His parents hadn’t informed him of this and had simply told him to help her adjust to high society and allow her to do as she pleased.

She, who knew this, was curious about the decision he’d make.

Laraine released her magic binding his wrists to the headboard and patiently awaited his answer.

Her chest was growing cold as she had nothing on, excluding her underwear.

Watching the inner conflict rage within his eyes, she knew it’d take a while and decided for him. Kissing his cheek, she temporarily distracted him and took both of his hands in hers, positioning them around his dick.

Unhurriedly, she moved his hands up and down around his shaft. An almost innocent naivety decorated his face, and she had to resist the urge to tease him and gently chuckled instead.

Gradually, his dick became hotter and more sensitive. Theodore attempted to let go, but Laraine wouldn’t allow him the privilege. He was close to moaning out loud but held it in, panting hard instead.

A few moments later, a thick, hot, white liquid flew out from the tip, and his hands trembled in her grasp, which continued to move up and down. The liquid dribbled over his hands, and she glanced at his reddened, quivering hands and shocked, starry-eyed face.

She awaited his descent back from heaven.

“Good job, Theodore,” cooed Laraine, drinking in his expression while swinging her leg around and off him. “Now go take a bath.”

Then, she left to her room connected to his and shut the door.