Marcus's Lucky Night - Femdom Fury

[Vela Nanashi]

Title: Marcus's Lucky Night

By: Vela Nanashi

Teaser: He grabs his sword from the ground and turns to face me, tense, but he lowers his sword as he sees me and I see his cock start to fill with blood and go half erect and we both look each other over as we are now close, he has a nice warrior and hunter build he has black hair like me, but his eyes are a forest green while mine are violet, and he has some scars while I have none, despite his scars he is handsome for a human, and I smile as he meets my gaze "do you intend to hurt me?" he asks.

I smile wider taking a long moment to play with him a bit, I see his body respond tensing up again a bit from his fear, and I say "no, not unless you try to attack me, and trust me that sword will not be enough."

He exhales his held breath and turns to put his sword next to his bow and quiver, I take the time to look over his muscular back and butt and muscular legs, yeah he will be fun.

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Tialia:

I fly high above the land, the wind feels really good under my wings and against my bare moon oiled skin, it is a bit cool given it is night, there is a slight crescent moon and all the wonderful bright stars that help illuminate the land below, most of it is forest, but I also see some nice farms and homes here and there, a few clouds fly below me and with joy I decide to dive into the next cloud and my skin gets coated in water and my wings heavy, I unleash some lightning into the cloud and the whole cloud discharges with the spell and the cloud almost entirely turns into rain and falls and for a moment I fall with it, but I slam my wings three times fully shaking free the water and then managing to stop falling, the heavy rain of the whole cloud falling flattens a tent in a clearing and puts out a fire of a handsome traveller who was trying to cook his dinner. I did not intend to mess with him, I circle the clearing and due to the night I am hard to spot, but I see him strip out of his soaked clothes, hanging them on a nearby tree to dry and start to work on putting his tent back up, I like that much like me he is comfortable in his own skin and nothing more. I decide to go down and help him with cooking his food, and his build impresses me, so I may want to do more with him. I dive and turn with my feet down, and then as I am just a short distance from the ground I slam my wings hard stopping a short distance from the ground and it makes him and the tent get slammed with the burst of air and I glide to a soft landing on the balls of my feet.

He drops the tent and grabs his sword from the ground and turns to face me, tense, but he lowers his sword as he sees me and I see his cock start to fill with blood and go half erect and we both look each other over as we are now close, he has a nice warrior and hunter build he has black hair like me, but his eyes are a forest green while mine are violet, and he has some scars while I have none, despite his scars he is handsome for a human, and I smile as he meets my gaze "do you intend to hurt me?" he asks.

I smile wider taking a long moment to play with him a bit, I see his body respond tensing up again a bit from his fear, and I say "no, not unless you try to attack me, and trust me that sword will not be enough."

He exhales his held breath and turns to put his sword next to his bow and quiver, I take the time to look over his muscular back and butt and muscular legs, yeah he will be fun.

I look at his tent and see that its ribs are broken, it is also crap quality and very old. I consider a little bit "now I have a offer for you, if you please me for at least one full day, I will use my magic to fix your tent and make it much easier to set up, I will also provide a nice way for you to cook your food, I will even use my magic to clean, repair and dry your clothing, and I am offering this since I find you handsome" I walk up to him, and he towers above me, more so than normal elves do, we winged elves are small, I see my face and black wings reflect in his pupils. I reach over to caress his half erect cock with my right hand and feel him go fully erect in my hand.

He groans and looks very happily surprised, he reaches out with his hands and can't help himself to gently set them on my hips I feel his calloused strong hands against my skin, trembling. I smile warmly up into his eyes and he says "I am confused, why would you want anything to do with me? I have heard of winged elves in stories, you don't even like spending time with normal elves. That said I will happily do anything you like to have your company, and all that other stuff you mentioned sounds nice."

I giggle "yes most of my kind feel like we are above all others, not just in height when we fly, but for other reasons, and many of my kind fear those on the ground too, when on the ground many of us are weaker and more frail than you all. I am not like them though, I have had better experiences with those bound to the ground than my own kind, and bad experiences too" then I gaze into his eyes "I will take your words to mean yes you will do what you can to please me."

He chuckles a bit "yes, I will do all that I can to please you for as long as I can, as long as you don't abuse or hurt me, or any of my friends."

I smile warmly at that "good you have limits, I like that" I then turn my body into adamantine and he pulls away in shock and I smile as I walk over to his tent letting my form return to normal "just wanted you to understand why your sword is not scary" I pull open the remains of the tent to make sure there is nothing in there that needs to be pulled away from it before my eyes flash violet and the tent disintegrates into my magic as the essence of what it is and I draw it to my hand and create a small die with six symbols on it. I show it to him "this will become six kinds of dwellings, one of them a tent on the ground" I say and I walk over to the trees at the edge of the clearing where his clothes are and I press another of the sides and the die flies up into the air, forming a triangular large tent with a one meter walk path around it, all anchored by three small orbs, it is pitch black on the outside, a rope ladder rolls down from one side, I don't use the ladder instead I slam my wings to fly up and land on its walk path opening the tent flaps attaching them with their buttons on the outside and go inside, it is large enough for me to have my wings spread while standing and the tent material is clear from the inside so I can see out in every direction, the inside is also lit by a small lantern that hangs in the center of the ceiling on one of the hooks, under the lantern is the die and the die and lantern can be moved out of the tent, daylight illumination, but none of that light leaves the tent even through the open door. What can be seen from the outside is also brighter, it grants those inside looking through the fabric a combined low light and dark vision. I consider this a scouting and guarding tent. I like putting it near trees, but it does not need them as anchor points with the spheres.

I watch him climb the rope ladder and look inside the tent, he can clearly see there is a weak webbing pattern in the walls and floor that let you see where they are, and he steps out on it, and I am happy that the design of how it is set up works so well the floor barely flexes his eyes go wide as he walks around me "to me this is better than a palace, and you mean for me to have this?" he asks.

I laugh "I agree that back when I was very young and starting my adventure I would have seen this as a palace too yes, oh and you see those slits around the base of the walls, those provide storage, there are bed rolls in there and plenty of room to keep rations, but no fire inside the tent, it is not made for that" I say smiling.

I walk past him and out of the tent and step off the edge gliding down to the ground, I wave at his soaked wet clothing and they fly up through the air and clean, dry and mend before they are thrown inside the tent opening. I walk over to the soaked former fire and collected twigs and examine the meat that ended up in the wet ashes, I clean it with magic and float it up, just as he manages to climb down the rope ladder and join me, I see he has carefully laid stones below the fire and around it to prevent the meadow from catching fire, I stab the large spear he is using as a meat spit into the ground at an angle and shift the meat up it to be above the fire pit, then I sit down in the fire pit and say "get the twigs from woods that give good smoke flavor to meat and toss them to me, don't get too close though" I say I shift my body into living fire, most of my kin would be terrified by me in this form, it even scares me a bit even though I am the fire.

He instinctually takes a step back but then he quickly recovers and starts sorting through the different twigs for the types of wood I asked for and toss them to me, I grab them and quickly dry them and make them burn and produce smoke that I control with magic, I wrap my wings of fire around the meat and hold the smoke around the meat and it rapidly starts sizzling and popping as the fat starts to melt out of it and juices too, I catch the juices and moisture dripping them back onto the meat and I start to spin the meat on the spear, it smells delicious and it is clearly wild boar. I consume all of the wood he had prepared for the night and in this fire form it feeds me, finally after I can tell the meat is cooked through I blaze briefly hotter to lightly char the surface and then turn into adamantine form grabbing the meat from the spear and I mend the partially burnt spear and hand it to him "do you have a plate I can cut the meat on?" I ask and he nods and goes to his pack taking his shield off it, and he undoes four clasps and pulls away the handle and dampening material that is attached to the metal bowl that forms the shield and holds it out to me. I put the meat down on it and I turn my fingers into duodimensional blades and slice the meat into nice slices, and then pieces, my blade fingers passing through the meat as if it was not even there, I am careful to not shred the shield, as I could easily do that, his eyes go wide with actual terror as he sees what I can so effortlessly do.

I shift back to fully normal and pick up a hot piece of meat and toss it into my mouth and I smile "mmm delicious" I grab the plate and leap with it up into the air and walk into the tent again placing the meat a bit off the center of the tent. I look down and see him picking up his remaining things, pack and weapons, and put them over his shoulder and he climbs the ladder and gets inside the tent, and I look at the rope ladder and activate the feature of the tent's magic to pull the rope ladder up, to make it harder to reach the tent for those on the ground.

He moves up to look at one of the storage slits I told him about and he shakes his head a bit as he sees the room inside it "you are not just a winged elf, but the most powerful sorceress I have ever seen" he says with awe he then says "I am just a warrior and hunter, my name is Marcus from Skyfall."

"Oh Skyfall is pretty, sitting at the edge of that cliff with the waterfall, I have been there, though not recently" I say "I am a lot older than I look Marcus, sorceress works but does not really cover all that I do, I even fight with swords you know and bow and my wings can snap even thigh bones easily if I use them to wing buffet, in my youth I was a War Thaumaturge, but I am more now, and I was more then too" I say and then consider if I want to give him my name, since I think I am still legendary, or might have slid into myth here, then I decide to say "you may call me Tialia" that is my real name.

Marcus thinks a bit "elven for magic mistress, or mistress of magic? That is a very accurate name" he smiles "wait... I have heard and old bard sing of a Tialia, who with champions from far and wide saved this whole continent from a whole myriad of disasters and horrors, but that is more than five centuries ago according to him, and except for your eyes you look like in the prime of your youth."

I laugh "most of my kind leave the world in less time than five hundred years" I say, briefly considering misdirecting him to think I am another winged elf who calls herself Tialia "but yes, I am her, and it truly was a ridiculous time of many disasters, horrors, armies, evil necromancers and wizards and devils and demons and all sorts of other things, and my group was not the only champions of the land at the time, there were many. Though we did more than any champion has the right to."

Marcus looks at me a bit stunned "this is even more of an honor to me then, and I will gladly be at your service as long as you desire me to, but I saw what you did with this meat" he says picking a piece and looking at it "these are cleaner cuts than the sharpest knife I have ever seen, I am not sure what I could truly add if I were to travel with you" he then pops the meat in to his mouth and smiles "mmm this is the best meat I have had in a long time maybe ever."

"For one thing you could learn wing massage and help relieve some tension" I say and smile and add "well you did not have any spices for me to work into the meat, so it is a bit plain" I take another piece of meat and smile at how juicy and tasty it is from just smoke and me making sure the juices did not get to escape from it during cooking.

Marcus nods "I would happily learn how to give you wing massages and any other massages, though I don't want to scratch your skin with my callouses."

I laugh "are you attached to your scars and callouses, or would you be okay with me removing them for my comfort, and also I would prefer them gone as I think you would be more handsome without them?"

Marcus feels a few of his scars and seems to think "they help sometimes to impress women and other men, but no I am happy to get rid of them for you, besides they also hurt a bit."

"Sit here" I say and point to next to the meat shield tray, and he does so and I then gently grab his cock as I squat over it "also do not cum before I give you permission" I say with a playful threatening tone, not that I actually would care.

"I promise" he says.

I slide down on his cock facing him, he spreads his legs a bit for me so I can slide him deeper and shifts his angle a bit too and I feel myself get full just half way down his wonderfully thick cock and then I push feeling the protection magic all elves have allow me to stretch more to accommodate him fully and I moan as his balls finally touch my butt and I wiggle on him "mmm you feel good" he reminds me of my last mate a bit in how big he is, but he is not really that big, as he is just a human not a half orc.

He groans and then focuses really hard on his breathing as my pussy milks his cock, his hands come to a rest at my hips and I place my hands on his muscular male breasts, well chest as they prefer calling them, and I feel a scar that goes across one of his nipples I gaze into his eyes and my eyes glow violet and he moans as my body connects magically to his, and I regenerate every damage on his skin and inside his body, I hear a few of his joints pop, and see and feel his scars going away, his hands remain strong on my hips but now is more comfortably smooth. I caress his now healed nipples and breasts "how does this feel" I ask as my eyes fade from finishing healing him.

He moans "all my aches are gone, mmm and your hands feel so good on me" I squeeze his cock inside my pussy "mmm fuck and your pussy is insane" he adds.

I laugh and moan softly "mmm your cock feels good too, now feed me" I say as I hug my legs around him and shift my hands down to caress his legs and I lean back and start to gyrate my hips on his cock, leaning back a little further every revolution of his cock inside me.

He groans and with a shaky hand he pulls the meat closer and grabs a piece reaching over to feed me and I accept it into my mouth and enjoy the taste, he takes a piece for himself too.

I then say "my breasts are feeling neglected, and I want you to worship my body in every way you can think of" I say.

He caresses up my sides and then cups my breasts, his hands are large enough that he can fit my breasts perfectly in his hands and he massages them, not a clumsy grab and squeeze, but more thoughtful massage, like he has handled breasts of a woman before not for his own pleasure but for hers, that is a pleasant surprise. Then he let's my left breast go with his right hand and caresses down my belly as I lean further back and I feel him massage my pubic mound through my silky black pubic hair and he feels his way to my engorged clit, but he does not go straight for her hood but he uses two fingers to massage my clitoris above the hood, that hard part more deeply inside my flesh and that feels really good, his fingers still to down all the way to my hood but not against my exposed clit, while he does that his left hand alternates breasts and he leans in to kiss and lick and suck on my nipple on my other breast. I moan for him and hug him a bit tighter, probably painfully tight with my legs, I wrap my wings around him enclosing us in a wing embrace and I gaze into his eyes as he proves to me he knows how to pleasure a woman, but he let's me remain in control and right now I love that, but I may tell him later to take a more active role. For now I love his slow touch and my slow gyrations, every so often he moves his hand from my breast to grab two pieces of meat one for me and one for him, and we make short work of the wild boar meat.

After the meat is gone I speed up my gyrations and he supports my back more, massaging me, while still working my clit, but he does not try to shift the angle I am gyrating him at, I can feel myself be close and he groans "may I cum mistress?" he asks.

I laugh and moan at him calling me mistress "mmm if you promise you can stay awake and make love to me again soon" I say, I have magic for that too, but I want him to want to "and you better wait to cum until I ooh orgasm mmm" I moan at the end as I am getting really close.

Marcus chuckles and groans "I confess I want to make love to you as often as I can get hard again, I wish to break my record of twenty times in a day, so I promise."

I laugh and moan and speed up my gyrations "I am going to cum shortly and when I do I want you to force me to stay on your cock and help me keep moving, and rub my clit under her hood too, don't stop until I say blue."

Marcus nods moving one hand down to grab my hip, and he rubs my clit deep above her hood and then I feel my orgasm unleash and I try to keep gyrating, and he shifts his hand now so that he grabs my leg a bit and still massages my clit with his thumb, and he slides it down touching my pee hole and then slides my clitoris hood back burying my clit in the soft pad of his thumb and rubs my clit deep and that makes my wings thrum as they shake as fast as a humming bird's wings and I cry out loudly, but the tent prevents anyone outside it from hearing anything, I feel him erupt in me and he wraps his arm around my hips to hold me down as my body start to try to push off his cock, he cries out with me and yet he starts to thrust as he is cumming and hold me down on his cock like I told him to and he tries to also keep me gyrating and rubs my clit hard as I told him to and he pushes my already intense orgasm to crazy new heights, my arms give up holding me up and he pulls me up against his hot sweaty chest and now gyrates into me and thrusts, he pulls his hand from between us, something I would have ordered if I had words as I want to feel him against me. He massages my butt cheeks and hips moving me on him I wrap my arms around his neck and slide up into his shoulder length hair and pull him down to kiss me. My moon oiled skin makes our scents and the scent of our love making permeate the tent, marking it as ours, without it being a bad smell like sex can have sometimes, just the good parts of the scent enhanced, I love moon oil for that, and his scent is really good now too. I never speak the word blue, as he can tell when I reach the point when the sex is more intense than pleasurable and also he is starting to feel a bit more pain than pleasure on his cock, he shifts his position, up against one of the walls to allow me a more comfortable resting angle on him and he gently starts to explore my wings with his hands "let me know what feels good, and bad, and if I need to do something different" he says as his hands explore the anatomy of my wings, he is so gentle at first and after he has figured out where muscles, sinews and joints are in my wings he starts giving me a nice wing massage, and seems to realize I prefer to have my feathers not be bent too far back from their resting position, I moan as he manages to find tense muscles and firmly and gently coax them to relax.

"Mmm are you sure you have not massaged wings before?" I ask.

"I have not, but I have examined bird wings, and now your wings, yours feel like they are a second pair of arms, wing shoulder blades, and shoulders, and arm sections" he says as he massages each part "and then the wings themselves are like really large hands and fingers, with membrane between them, is it ticklish like on a hand" he asks as he playfully makes his caress very light over the membrane and I squirm and giggle "yes, but please don't tickle me. Too much at least."

"Alright, I won't" he says kisses me and keeps working my wings until they are really relaxed and then gets to work on my shoulder blades and shoulders and back and I melt in his hands as he does a really good job, only my female winged elf lover and champion gives a better massage of my wings, and they are pretty tied on full body massages, while he does that I keep milking his cock gently keeping it half erect and inside me, not letting his cum leak out of me or him to fall out.

After a while I feel his cock go erect inside me again "mmm, I want you to make love to me the way you would desire, but I have safe colours" I shift to telepathically talk in his mind 'blue means stop immediately, yellow means slow down, green means perfect don't change anything, and red means more harder' I flash the colours in his mind.

He pulls a few of the pillows I made for his tent out and a bedroll and he puts the bedroll down and then some pillows and he lifts me and lays me on my back on the pillow and it gives some space for my wings to not be carrying the weight of my body and have some space to move, he then massages from my feet up my legs making sure my legs and hips are nice and relaxed, he then grabs both my feet and hug them to him kissing the soles of my feet and licks me making me giggle a bit, but I signal just yellow, and he slides his cock back inside me then he gently pushes my legs slowly back more and more as he leans down on me I have to spread my legs to make room for him against my body and then he presses me down on the pillows and my wings are still comfortable he then tests moving my legs to the sides outside my shoulders and then looking surprised that moving my legs like that is so easy for me pushes my feet behind my shoulders and I flex a little by slipping my feet under my neck and grabbing my own hair with my toes and supporting my head with my own feet, sure that is a light strain for me.

"Wow" he moans out caressing my legs and he can tell that there is some strain in there, but I am signalling green to him, then red as although is caresses to figure out how I am doing this is cute I want to be fucked, he chuckles a bit "I am just in awe of you, physically too, not just magic."

He then pulls his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and then slams it balls deep in one hard deep thrust that slams up against my front wall and my sweet spot before fully filling me and his balls slap loudly against my butt, he moves his hands to grab my breasts a bit more firmly than before my nipples between his ring and middle fingers as he kneads my breast muscles, still in a way I enjoy a lot, but also more indulging himself too. He starts to pound me hard and fast and we both soon glisten with sweat and our song of love and pleasure fill the tent, I keep signalling red to let him know I enjoy this and he can push harder, I would want him to. These safe colours are usually meant to allow a submissive to tell her dominant when he goes too far, but I use them in a more controlling way, demanding more from him and he really tries to do more, but at the same time I had told him I wanted him to show me how he wanted to make love, and he is.

It does not take me very long to have my orgasm and I shift from red to green in his mind, but he keeps pounding and soon my body starts squirming as my orgasm becomes a full body squirting orgasm, he roars as he pounds me even harder and soon he erupts inside me and he grabs me and lays down, pushing the pillows aside to rest on the bed and I shift my trembling legs and get comfortable on top of him drifting into sleep together.

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