A Rose In Bloom

to give yourself fully to the dream

to feel the rest of yourself, restin eternally in my service

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For a moment, Rose would feel herself being filled. From every angle, in every hole. The feeling of it happening again and again and again, unable to move, different restraints, utterly and completely constrained...

Except for one more thing. The feeling of soft lips against hers, a gentle and tender and caring kiss.

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ive got you

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And that was when Rose was hit with DAYS of that. Days of built up sensation. The knowledge of what she tasted like, of being bound to two, three other versions of herself, bringing pleasure that was shared and magnified, while R'xy took her again and again. So many days of what she'd traded her freedom for. The eternal service to an elder god that played in lust like others played with the sands at the beach.

And always, always, that loving, tender kiss.

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For a moment, Rose would feel herself being filled. From every angle, in every hole. The feeling of it happening again and again and again, unable to move, different restraints, utterly and completely constrained...

Except for one more thing. The feeling of soft lips against hers, a gentle and tender and caring kiss.

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"~You are MINE..."

And she would feel it when R'xy let herself go, feel all that cum pumping into her, filling her womb, flooding her rear, pumping down her throat. Filling her and filling her and filling her, claiming her body so utterly. A body she had traded in to an outer god, capable now of shifting to take every last drop pumped into her, every last load filling her up more and more and more. To watch the swollen balls as they unloaded down her throat, to watch herself bulge and bulge from every Rose R'xy was using.

To see, and feel, it all.

And then it was over.

Rose would find herself back on her bed, but things were... different. So very different. Mistress had marked her nipples, her clit. A collar was firm around her throat. And her body, shifted slightly, a perfect version of herself.

Mistress filled her. She filled her from every angle possible. Every hole she had was being used, some more than once. There was no way to describe the feeling, and it wasn't just because her brain was being filled with being Hers. No, her mostly humanish brain didn't have words for this, even if it could form any.

But it was safe to say she was getting filled like nothing she could have ever imagined.

And then she woke up.

Or, had she? Wait, that was a dream, right? A really, really sexy dream. But, as she tried to rub the crud out of her eyes, she realized she'd been changed. Those were the changes Mistress had given her. The decorations Mistress had granted her.

Rose rubbed her eyes again, trying to shake more of whatever was in her head away and suddenly she was back, covered, bound, in the dark, being fucked, but it only lasted a moment.

Everything was all tingling, and Rose didn't quite know how to scratch the itch that was not going away. It was need, lust, hunger. Her body craved the treatment she'd gotten in her "dream" and yet, she knew it couldn't have been a dream. Not to mention, whenever she closed her eyes, she could feel it again.

But those oddly soft ropes would wrap around her, dragging her arms back and over her head, binding them to trap them behind the neck of the R'xy holding her, those large breasts pressing into her back.

That large shaft, pressing against her rear.

And the pressure, pressure, pressure as her legs were pulled back as well, forcing her body to become impaled over that shaft, sliding deep into her rear with a slickness that wasn't natural, but everything needed to make her adjust for it. Her legs bound behind her to also trap her fully over that goddess taking her, taking her, taking her, before the rest of the ropes slithered over her, binding her breasts, tugging and teasing at her piercings.

"~And now, darling... Focus on me. On my voice. Hear me, understand me, know me..."

Those were maybe the most coherent thoughts Rose had been able to have in quite some time, as her arms were secured up, practically making the bound girl hold onto her Mistress who had a version of herself pressing massive tits into her back.

Oh. Oh fuck. Now this version of Rose, now she would start to writhe, as her legs were bound, and she was forced onto that cock between her ass cheeks. God, she was being hogtied to her Mistress, a thought that struck like a bolt of lightning before being lost to more pleasure from that inescapable cock.

Every version of her was unable to escape in a new and unique way, and oh god, was it ever hard to follow Mistresses' voice. It was hard to think, hard to not be her other selves, hard not to lose herself in the pleasure being fucked into her, the pain being used to make the pleasure all the sweeter, and who even knew which Rose she was? She certainly didn't.

Needy moans tried to reply to Mistresses' words. She tried, somehow, to look at her mistress, to focus on her voice, to understand, to know, but it was hard. It was so very hard.

As Rose's fingers slip inside of Loom's cool nook, their legs spred in time with the breathy sigh that she commands. Their brow furrows, and they grind with a slow back and forth motion. Words? Oh, she wanted words? Something that Loom excels at, made mute by her touch. But sure, they'll try.

"Please bury yourself inside me. And let me return the favor." They purr, bulge oozing forward a bit from their sheath, the first rung of the Jacob's ladder distending the sheath before it pops out. "Take anything you want." Barely any voice behind it, focus on arching into her touch.

"If only I could take you apart literally. Of course, I don't want you dead, oh no. I just wish I could steal your bulge. Your very living bulge, keeping it at my bedside. You're just minding your own business, and suddenly you're getting teased, and squirming, and getting a hole to fill. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Oh, one of those puffy nipples would be getting tweaked and tugged, no question, while Rose's hand keeps teasing that bulge and nook. The goal would be to get enough to properly grip, because she very much wanted to start to grind against as much of it as she could, even while Loom is still (mostly) dressed.

Before everything went dark. Not as her losing contact, she felt everything. But part of what she was feeling was the tight encasing feel of latex suddenly wrapped around her entire body, encapsulating her, trapping her, leaving her utterly bound and helpless, unable to move or touch...

But not unable to BE touched, as she'd feel herself suddenly filled with cock.

To feel not only her first body being fucked, the chains pulled tight and kept helpless, but that second body being filled, taken from behind while utterly unable to move, to feel the different pace, the different positions, the utter helplessness of it all...

And so was the other R'xy. Oh god, the other R'xy. Darkness filled her in a way that she'd never imagined, as did the sensation of being sealed. She couldn't figure out how to move in this new bifurcated state, not when both parts of her where being played with the way they were. No, she was just an absolute mess of writhing orgasmic moans, or attempts of writhing and attempts of moans.

It was a form of bliss.

But then it too started to fade. Once again, she was pulled out of her body, and this time there were two of her. She wasn't her other selves, but could feel the glost of their need, and as much as their need was being fulfilled, hers was not. Her brain, for lack of a better term, was breaking. She was being fucked. She was being denied. She was nothing but a bound latex fucktoy lost in orgasmic bliss. She was an observer in an impossible fantasy that made her hornier than anyone could possibly reasonably be.

And pounded into her.

This was what had been asked for, teased about and built up to. The constant revisions and edits to Rose, from the moment she'd accepted this deal, but that was because of one minor point. Rose hadn't truly understood what she'd GAINED from this.

Yes, yes, bondage sex and a mistress who treated her like a plaything, that was all well and good, but she had been granted part of the power of the Great Void Mother, and if Rose would not exercise that power... Well, R'xy would help her understand what it truly meant.

Thus the piercings. The restraints. The deep pounding thrusts that would sink more inside Rose than she'd ever been able to take, redefining her frame.

And, as the second R'xy stepped back, Rose would suddenly feel one more strange thing, the overlap of sensations as she felt herself... pulled away from herself. To see herself in that moment, being driven over R'xy's shaft, while she was also forced to stand aside to watch, to feel everything at just one point removed.

And then, she felt something else. She was able to think more thoughts than whatever begging she was trying to let slip her lips. At first it was as little as 'what's this?' but soon, far too soon, she realized she could see herself as that, for lack of a better word, part of herself was no longer getting fucked.

She wasn't even sure how she was moved, either. But now she could see what was happening to herself, watch her body writhe, even more lost in the pleasure than she had already been. And it ached not to be able to feel it. Ok, not be able to feel it enough. Well, surely, whatever had been done could be undone, right? She could just go back into herself if she wanted to, couldn't she? All she had to do was try, surely that was all it was. It must be some kind of disassociation brought on by too much pleasure, her body's way of protecting her.

But she didn't want to be protected!

Ah, this was new. Loom had almost never been spoken to like this. Not nowadays. Common in meteor days, less than pleasant. Oh, but this. Coming from her, dripping disgust from her blacked lips. Goodness, her moans are lovely.

"Oh, ah-" Breath hitches, moans low and dulcet. Their hips roll up into her touch, practiced smooth motions. Rose'd find that a plump, swollen tip greeted her, and a nook that only got wetter as she spoke. Jewellery littered their nook, their sheathed bulge. As the seer gropes them, she'll find a firm grind has already made her fingers slick. Their eyes already look glossed over, cheeks so blue and starry.

Of course, she wasn't just going to stop playing with a slick, dripping nook, not once she found it. It was important to run her fingers around the edge, to tease the bulge clearly aching to slip free of its sheath.

"Please? Please what? You have words, don't you? You know how to ask for what you want properly, don't you? Or am I going to have to train you from scratch?" The most fun came from demanding words while making those impossible. Like how, as she spoke, she pushed her fingers into their nook.

A trill deep in Loom's throat rises up, tapering off into a sigh. Oh, their neck, littered in scars and history. One of a laundry list of weaknesses. "Mm, hmm." Their head crains to allow her access. What a silly question. "Made to be good". Zahhak never head to be made to be anything, it would be requested, and their partner's wish was law.

So, it was.

"Undress me and I'll show you." They purr, "Skin me and I will heal to your liking." As they speak, hands move from her bare hips to pluck one more hair - this time, Loom rests their elbows on Rose's shoulders, the strand corded around her neck tightly. The sensation is replaced by a full body tightness.

Slowly, from her neck to her toes, an outfit to her tastes fades into reality around her. Tight latex, properly lubed and shiny. Slick, a similar Damascus texture to her bandanna, deep purple, iridescent against black. It plays tricks on the eye, looking like a shifting oilslick. Her robe is still on over the garment.

Once their gift is given, Loom's hands round to caress her ribs, thumbs caressing under her breasts, forehead resting on her shoulder. "Make me yours." Tonight, for tonight.

They long to ache under her touch, see just what she considers 'good', and if they will be good enough for her.

It was the stuff dreams were made of. Fantasies, even.

"Then Loom, I must tell you, I just fantasized keeping you as my own personal wardrobe. I don't actually know if you enjoy the idea of being used as little more than furniture, but I personally find the idea very hot." There's no point in pretending she's not getting worked up. Not point at all. Running her fingers over her latex clad form, she loved this look even when it wasn't made of magical latex. So of course she quickly strips out of her robe. It's no longer worthy of her skin. Or really, her second skin.

But Rose has two hands.

And that other hand starts to move to Loom's hips. As worked up as she is, she hasn't remotely lost control of herself. Even if she is letting out some pretty teasing moans.

"But do you actually expect me to sully my hands undressing you?" Her hand did slip inside the band of their pants. "Is it my job to strip you? Is it actually my responsibility to do the work for you? Do I really have to do all of the work with you? Or are you going to be a good pet and strip for me?" She slips that hand deeper into their pants.