Bambi ♡

Every time she goes out with her friends, she stays out until the wee hours of the morning. Then she stays at a friend's place, unless her friend goes home with a guy. Then she walks home. Alone. You needed her to walk alone.

Everything went perfectly. You saw who her friend was checking out. Perfect stranger made wingman, you nudged the dude and told him. You encouraged him to buy him a drink. Then another. More. You put it on your tab. Any cost.

Throughout the night, she kept looking at you. You could always tell when she was looking at you. You felt it streak down your spine and into each extremity. You wanted the quick release of a dance with her, but you knew you couldn't. Patience would be rewarded. All you allowed yourself was another glance her way. The moment your eyes met, everything else you'd ever wanted slipped away. Hers. Hers.

Her friend left with the guy. You closed your tab. Time slowed as the pieces fell into place. She left the bar and every part of you felt more alive than you ever had. Watching her walk down the street, you could feel the anticipation sparking through the air. She couldn’t just turn around and go home with you, however much she clearly wanted to; this was a test of your devotion and drive. You’d prove yourself to her tonight. There was no going back.

As expected, she cut through the park for a quicker route home. This choice was just another confirmation for you. Why else would she choose the cover of darkness if not to give you your chance? You wanted to thank her for her grace and generosity. She walked quickly, as always, and threw a glance toward you over her shoulder. In the dim light of the distant street lamps, you knew you saw her perfect pink lips curled into a smile. A smile for you, goading you forward, steeling your nerves. The charge it sent through you, knowing that smile was just yours in the silence and dark, it made your gut clench. You couldn’t back down. You had to preserve that feeling, of being hers and hers alone.

Your fist tightened around the syringe in your pocket. Thanks to your savings and leveraging some favors, you had exactly what you needed to prove your unwavering devotion. She wouldn’t even need to waste her energy on a struggle.

Her strides were quick, but shorter than yours. As she passed by a darkened parking lot, you knew your moment had come. You quickened your pace. Ever the tease, she did too. But it was fruitless. Her heels and blood-alcohol content inhibited her movement, and you were sober and fate-fueled. She was hot in your arms. Her precious hands wrapped around your arm as she graced your ears with a short song of pretend fear. She was no match for destiny, which burnt her name onto your heart and conviction into your mind. As the sedative entered her veins, pride flooded yours. You’d done so well. The fight left her quickly as her breath slowed. Her last mumbles wove into your tearful praise, thanking her for giving you this chance. The woman who’d tormented your dreams succumbed to her own and fell unconscious against you.

Your gleaming pride did not fade as you carried her to your nearby car. You relished in her scent and her weight in your arms. A street lamp illuminated her peacefully sleeping face. It filled you with incandescent joy. Seeing her face in full light, serene and resting against your shoulder, you couldn’t have been more sure of your actions. You tucked her into the back seat with delicate intention, knowing you were handling the most valuable treasure to find itself in the unworthy arms of humanity.

Driving through the city back to your home was agony in purest form. Each bump, stoplight, and jaywalking pedestrian was more irksome than the last. But when you got her past your threshold, your cherished bride asleep in your arms, all the world’s pieces fell into place. Her limp hands were embraced by the ropes you’d specially selected to not chafe or burn her invaluable skin. Her head found its home atop downy pillows in silk cases. With gentle touch and her favorite makeup remover, you carefully stripped away the gloss and shimmer she carefully applied. It was dazzling, but you were only more taken when you could see her natural beauty exposed. 

You took a moment to admire her sleeping form. The peace on her face rewarded your job well done. You grazed your fingers over her skin, trembling with the anticipation you’d stored for weeks on end. You knew from that moment that it would culminate here, with her in your home, saved from the mundane drone of a life that never deserved the goddess living it.

Every breath you took in her presence was a gift. You hesitated over the seams of her dress. The slinky black garment which captured the light and left it to dance over her curves, which looked more true to what it really was without the distracting club lights: unworthy. You pushed past your hesitation to rid her of the loathsome excuse for clothing. It did not deserve to touch her. It slid down her body with ease and you caught your breath as every inch of her revealed itself to you. She was more captivating than the light of a flame was to a moth, more radiant than a fresh-born star, and more tantalizing than the golden trickle of nectar from the holy amphora of Ganymede. Her body set yours alight. It was everything you’d been waiting for.

Her last garments were quickly deemed unworthy and thusly stripped away by her loyal champion. 

Your reverence built to an unimpeachable climax, and you could no longer satiate yourself by mere vision. You bowed to indulge in the scent of her sweat and perfume. Even just that made your mouth water and your eyes shut in ecstasy. She was so close, so perfect. Every touch sent pure euphoria through your palms into your body. You pressed your lips to her soft skin and moaned against her, just feeling the pleasure of finally having your personal Aphrodite in your sycophantic hands. You kissed every inch of her skin, from her finger tips down her palms and arms, across her chest and up her neck, on her sternum and stomach and inner thighs, to the backs of her knees and the bottoms of her feet. Every piece of her deserved the same worship, and you bore the honor of giving it. 

But the intoxicating scent of her pussy drew you closer. You could hardly resist as you kissed her hips and ran your hands over her legs. She needed to be revered. You needed to express your zealous desire. You dropped to your knees and pulled her legs over your shoulders off the edge of the bed. 

Your breath shook as you allowed yourself the indulgence of her pussy. The moment your tongue met her taste, though, your hesitation was replaced by ferocious, carnal hunger. You spread her open with your fingers and buried your face between her legs. Her body, though not conscious, reacted to you. It gave you the magnificent gift of her arousal. You sucked at her clit and traced your tongue along her pink satin folds. Your mind fogged but your senses sharpened. You could hear every hitch of breath, feel every slight tremble and clench. But the taste- oh the taste of her kept you going. Long past when your tongue tired and your jaw was sore, your fingers curled against her skin and you continued to cherish each drop of nectar brought on by your work, your worship.

You gazed up at her with half-lidded eyes and kissed her thighs. The vision of her soft curves brought your attention back to the ache between your legs. It was unbearable. You told yourself you'd only allow pleasure at her behest, but you'd already held out for so long waiting for this moment. She was kind. She would understand.

You stripped yourself without second thought and straddled her thigh. Not everything, not yet, but you'd at least feel her against you. Even the friction of her skin on your throbbing cunt was enough for you to moan and rock forward.

Her body was so perfect here, arms over her head, face framed with an angelic halo of hair and her heaven-sculpted body on full display for you. You rutted against her leg as you moaned again, wondering how you could be so blessed as to have this god in mortal form present herself to you.

Your fingers hesitated around her pussy, gingerly tracing over every detail. Your eyes stayed trained on her peaceful face, only disrupted by the slight curve of her brow as the tips of your fingers slid into her entrance. Feeling her again, you couldn't hold onto your plans. Your fingertips quickly gave way to plunging into her down to your knuckles, making you moan more loudly than you ever had. Anything before this was practice. Experiencing her was transcendence.

Continuing at a steady rhythm, you humped her leg, whimpering like a tamed beast as you listened to the soft wet sounds of your fingers curling and pressing into her pussy. You imagined it was your dick deep in her, making your hips stutter. You whimpered again and rested your head on her chest, then, drawn in by the promise of sweat on her skin, you began to lick and suck on the sweet soft flesh there. 

Her sweat was salty and intoxicating. You took a deep breath, savoring it. You were careful not to mar an inch of her skin with marks left in your wake, merely grazing her skin and moving onto a new place. Every part of her was worth this attention. You kissed up the side of her breast, eventually burying your face against her armpit. Your dick throbbed again as you took another deep breath, then another. Your eyes rolled back at her scent and your movements became more sporadic. How could one person be so infinitely enticing? How could she be real and in your bed?

But she was. She was here. Your cunt against her thigh proved that, the clench of her spasming pussy around your fingers did too. She was a dream for so long, but reality now.

Your lips returned to her breast, kissing down ferociously as her sleepy moans reached your ears. You were reasonably sure you'd made her cum a few times, but you couldn't stop chasing that. You would prove yourself worthy of her.

Her nipple hardened as you flicked it with your tongue, then sucked at it as you continued to hump her leg. Your body grew more heavy against hers.

You were so proud of yourself for finding her, for pleasuring her. You could imagine how happy she'd be to see you. You could imagine the praise. You knew her voice, and could conjure the sound in her mind, that soothing, dulcet coo “So good for me. Thank you, baby.”

You whimpered and repeated the words “Thank you, thank you,” as you finally allowed your fingers to write your own pleasure too.

It only took seconds before your body shook with pleasure reaching its peak. You came on her leg, imagining it deep inside her instead. 

You pulled your fingers out of her and sucked them clean. Tears had welled at the corners of your eyes and you rocked yourself, still straddling her leg. Guilt colored your cheeks pink. You came without permission from your goddess. Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? You couldn't help it. She's just so perfect.

Eventually, after laying against her and soothing yourself to the sound of her heartbeat, you worked up the nerve to look at her and allow yourself to bask in her glory. You gazed at her in sheer adoration. The word “beauty” was given an unquestionable definition in her face.

Three hours ago, you'd brought her home.

Three seconds ago, she woke up, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at you. “Is that really all you've got for me, darling?”

You leapt off of her like a startled cat, then dropped to your knees and started babbling pleas for forgiveness.

She laughed, that mind-altering, resplendent laugh, and sat up - wait, she was tied - with a knowing smile. Her legs swung off the edge of the bed, wrists free. How? You’d tied her well. You researched knots. 

There was a peculiar glint in her eye, something cruel, something magical. Your mind felt foggy as you tried to work through your confusion. She was a shining star, blindingly beautiful. It hurt to look directly at her, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. She was as mesmerizing as she was inhuman. 

The rope you’d used to tie her slid off the bed like it had a mind of its own. Frozen in place, you didn’t even try to struggle as it wrapped itself around your wrists, tying them behind you.

“I expected you to come talk to me at least, darling, but this was a surprise, I’ll admit,” she chuckled and stood over you as she scratched her fingers through your hair. “The things you mortals will do with just a little too much love.”

Your confused mind stalled, unable to come up with an answer. She was so gorgeous above you. Her hand felt so good against your scalp. Your heavy head rested on her leg as you took heaving breaths, losing yourself again in her scent.

Then she yanked your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at her. “But I asked you a question, dear. Was that all you got?”

You gasped and whimpered, then shook your head, eyes wide. 

“Good.” She purred. With a step back she ordered, “Up. On the bed.”

Your heavy limbs moved by themselves. Even if you’d wanted to stop, you didn’t think you could. You sat on the bed as ordered, and she traced her fingers along your chest and arms. Her touch was even more electric than you’d anticipated. You couldn’t keep still; you twitched and writhed under her. Her eyes, hypnotic, shone with a cold fondness. 

“You’re so beautiful,” You choked out, the only thing on your mind. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, even as she sized you up.

Her lips curled into a smile. “Ohh baby, I know.”

She straddled you and your breath caught in your chest. Her hands ran through your hair. “And you’re so handsome,” she cooed, saccharine in tone. You swallowed her honeyed words without hesitation, allowing the ecstasy to numb your mind. You could feel her grinding on you. You groaned.

“Mmy strap..’s in the nightstand,” you mumbled, head buried against her chest.

She chuckled darkly. “Ohh don’t worry about that, baby.” 

As she pressed against you, you began to feel more than usual. You could feel her higher than typical, and even as she raised herself, you could feel her slick opening against you. Confused and disoriented, you looked down at yourself, unable to see anything different, but as she moved her hips you could feel it, even though you weren’t really touching.

“I’ve got it aaall taken care of,” she cooed into your ear, pulling your head back to suck at your neck.

Your dick throbbed. She adjusted in your lap and suddenly, with a pleased sigh from her, you could feel her all around you. You could feel her warmth and wetness and the soft pressure of her pussy.

You gasped and sputtered. Your hips spasmed. She laughed, which also felt good. You couldn’t close your mouth, just gaze up at her in wonder and bliss. What was she doing to you? How?

She only had to bounce herself for a few seconds before you were a complete whimpering mess, unable to fathom the feeling gathering in your body. Your eyes opened to beg for mercy. “Please can I-” 

“Mhmm.” She hummed with a smile.

Thrusting up into her, you felt yourself cum with jerking hips and desperate gasps. She moaned too, groping her tits in your face as you finished in her. You could feel her clench around you, and you could feel the warm squish of your cum leaking out around your dick.

Your head lolled limply. “I’m sorry I’m so quick. I promise I’ll be better. I'm sorry,” you mumbled. A strange fatigue washed over you.

She laughed again. “Oh baby.” She scratched under your chin. “It’s okay. You’re not done yet.”

Your eyes fluttered. She was still on top of you, her hips moving again. She pushed you onto your elbows. “You’re done when I say you are.” She leaned forward and you felt yourself getting hard in her again. “And I’m draining every last drop.” Her lips met yours. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, making your eyes roll back. She bit your lip and sucked on it, hard enough to draw blood. You moaned at the feeling.

She picked up her pace. She was ceaseless, insatiable. Every time you thought she was satisfied, she continued, manipulating your body like a posable doll as you pounded into her. She scratched your back and pulled your hair and made no effort to avoid leaving marks as she bit your skin and groped your chest. You were mindless, just putty in her hands thoughtlessly enjoying the feelings of being hers and the pleasure that came with it.

By the time she was done, the sun was well in the sky. You were exhausted, your vision rimmed with darkness. The only thing in focus was her, everything else was blurry. Your head was full of cotton and your dick throbbed with over stimulation. Your eyes were open only to catch glimpses of her.

She looked untouched. Her skin was near-glowing with radiance, her face bright and hair shiny. She extracted herself from you, fresh as a daisy, with a playful grin. “Good job, baby!” the magic glint in her eyes shone so obviously in the daylight. She caressed your cheek, then gave you a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. Toodles!”

As though rising from a full night’s rest, a good meal, and a morning jog, she exited your home with cheerful confidence. You passed out before she made it out the door.