KIDNAPPED AND RESCUED

Feature Writer: Antarctica77

Feature Title: Kidnapped and Rescued

Published: 31.03.2023

Story Codes: Demonic

Synopsis: A fleeing young man gets caught

Authors note: This is my attempt at a femdom, light bdsm succubus fantasy story. Hope you enjoy, happy reading.

Kidnapped and Rescued

Chapter 1

“Go!” my mom yelled out.

Our sleepy small town was under attack. Gray smoke and orange light filled the sky above the treeline. The silhouette of burning huts emanated from the nearby lake. It happened so fast. Without warning. And it wasn’t all that clear to me what exactly had happened. One minute I was in my sweet dreams of heroes and conquest, the next my father was yelling to my mother to wake me up. I caught some glimpses as I was dragged out of the small hut and slammed on top of the saddle by my father, who promptly ran to join the rounded up lads to defend our sleepy small town. My mother had handed me some old rusty iron sword and sent me on my way. As if I knew where to go and how to use a weapon.

To say, I wasn’t some bitch either. I was long and lanky, yeah, but my fingers were strong, and I knew how to use them, as a tailor’s son. And I had just turned eighteen so now I was a grown up too. Riding into the night, leaving everything behind in the escape for safety, riding into solitude, I couldn’t help but feel like a damn kid. My dad, who was both mayor and a master tailor, my mom. My sister. The local baker, the fishermen. My friends. All behind, while I got away.

I chose to ride for the mountains. It was a dreaded choice, as those very mountains were said to be as ominous as they looked. Shooting way up into the skies, they were said to be haunted by wicked creatures. But I thought, if anything, nobody would follow me there. And maybe the ruckus by the lake, the killing of my people, my family, was a distraction for even whomever roamed those parts.

As close the mountains seemed to be, they weren’t. The cluster of narrow peaks was actually well away from the town, they just stood so tall that they looked like stone tosses away. I felt both hunger and thirst as I escaped the grasslands and occasional cluster of trees I escaped from, and entered into a dark, thick forest. The sun had been rising the last few hours, but entering the treeline, any natural source of light disappeared.

The ground became more treacherous, so I dismounted. I wasn’t a total beginner when it came to these forests. There were still some leagues before I was in the so-called haunted parts. My dad and I had hunted plenty in these parts, and I knew a horse could lose its step here if you weren’t careful. Even an experienced lad as Buddy could break an ankle, and that was something I didn’t want to bestow on someone who might be the last being I knew in the world. I was not an expert on world politics, but if it was the Inquisition that had burned my town, I knew what that entailed. And it was no one but the Inquisition who had ambitions that matched the burning of a small, sleepy farming town.

I hoped that if I could get past these forests, cut through the mountain range, I could find the Marin League, the closest thing to an army that was in these parts. But those folks were dangerous as well, and they only cared about one thing. Or one person. And they owed my own liege no favors. Or anyone else for that matter.

I was scanning my brain for escape routes. Marin League was probably a safe haven, but they didn’t suit what brewed inside me. I knew I wanted death onto these sorry sack of shits that had invaded my life, tearing it up and burning it all. Thinking of my dear mother, and what might happen to her… or my father… my friends from school… What had we ever done to deserve it? I clenched my fist. No, I would have to find someone who could help me bring fire and vengeance onto the Inquisition. If it were them, that is.

*

I woke up cold. I woke up hungry. I woke up alone. The flight had depleted my energy, and I had passed out as soon as adrenaline had left my veins. Right there on the cold moss I had keeled over. Waking up now, who knows how long after, I didn’t really feel well rested. I was just as depleted of energy as before. By sheer willpower and grit did I manage to roll over onto my stomach, extend my arms to get myself into an upright position, and with another portion of willpower and grit I shot myself up onto my feet. I staggered for a bit, but after a few moments of recollection and stabilizing, I figured I dared a step. And another. And one more. Heel to toe, heel to toe. And soon I was outright walking.

I would’ve called out for Buddy, but I didn’t think he heard me. And I didn’t have the voice for it either. Looking around, I saw that he was gone. Maybe he had wandered off. May as well. A horse can survive on instinct. Maybe it was the better fate for him. But not for me. It meant that if I were to cross through the mountains, it would be afoot. If I ever got that far. Fuck me. Well. I was walking, so the first part of that ordeal was dealt with. Even if the second part was walking miles on miles in terrain that went up and down up and down, but mostly up.

I didn’t dare feel secure from the Inquisition though. Not even here. Nobody ever walked these parts. Ever. The forest was filled with vile creatures, and the mountains were said to be haunted. Looking up at them, I guess it made sense. The mountains sent a chill down my spine just looking at them. If I felt I had any other choice to escape and survive, my tired brain told me this was the way. And I was not the only one. Big Burly was the town’s bravest, and he had only climbed some of the first foots of those ominous peaks. What desperation drove me up here?

The breath of the Inquisition. Even as I told myself how mad anyone would be to venture into these parts, it was as if I could hear them behind me rustling around, searching the bushes and the branches for a long lanky lad. Or the horse, because if they found the mount that lad had rode out on, they were sure to find him. Nobody could travel this terrain swiftly, least of all on foot.

But me, the lad, I strode long strides up and up, trying to convince myself I made more ground than the pursuiters would account for by taking long steps. What a moron I was. A slick rock found the underside of my foot, or rather, I lunged my foot onto a rock that was wet as hell, stumbled and crashed to the ground again. After a serious fight, I managed to get up again. I walked more. I fell more. I got up again. Then I walked, fell and got up. I had to eat something. Anything. Drink something. Water.

Water.

It was all around me! I grabbed some moss and shoved it into my mouth and sucked on it. Heavenly water. It tasted like dirt and grass, but it most importantly tasted like water. I found another fist of moss and sucked it too. When I had enough dirt ridden water, I got up to my feet again. This time much steadier than before.

I have no idea how long, or even how, I wandered for. But I wandered. The nutrients of the water had done me good. Maybe the dirt had filled my stomach some, giving me energy to press up and up. It was dark again before I started my stumbling and falling procedure again. That went on for at least an hour or so until I found a decent rock I could pass out on. I didn’t know whether I would wake up or not, but to hell with it. I had blisters on my hands and on my feet, scraped my knees and my elbows, and my head hurt as if someone was continuously beating it with a sledge hammer. I needed rest.

I started the next day like I had started my journey on foot. Step, fall, stand. Step, fall, stand. Then I remember. Yeah. Moss did me good yesterday. But maybe I should use the energy to find something to eat too. Moss filled water would only last me so long. And I was already having a rough start, waking up wet and cold from the moist forest ground. I swore I would never touch moss again by the time I was out of this moss infected fucking moss bed.

In some bushes I luckily found some berries I thought looked like they were not poisonous and ate them without thought. I didn’t immediately die, so I ate some more, and even grabbed a few handfuls to have with me. And then with more purposeful strides, I thought I laid some decent work that day. Still, my blisters and my scrapings didn’t take kindly to my treatment of them, and only got worse. When I passed out that day, I made sure to climb up on a rock that wasn’t nine tenths covered in moss. Fucking moss.

The next few days I survived on berries, fucking moss and willpower. Where that willpower came from, I have no idea. But it was there. And it drove me on and on, and finally, after a solid week of bleeding blisters and fucking moss, I reached the first parts of the rocky terrain. There was a cleft in between the rocks that seemed to have a path that snaked along some of the mountains. Maybe it led all the way through. Maybe I was lucky.

I wasn’t.

It was a dead end.

When I came down from the fucked path, I saw a rabbit munching on something around the clearing where I’d come from. “Fucking hell!” I thought. “Meat!”

I was in such desperate hunger, I reached for my sword. There is no way I’d be able to kill it with a blade, as it would surely just run off as soon as I tried. But I didn’t have my sword. I must’ve abandoned it somewhere when I couldn’t carry it anymore. “Well fuck it then,” I muttered under my breath.

The next few days I made almost no progress. My blisters were killing me and I had a fever that was actually killing me. My clothes were wet and torn, my energy depleted. My willpower was still there, but there was nothing left. I failed my mother, my father, my sister and my town in the conquest of survival. Here in these so-called haunted mountains, I would die. Hungry, cold, and alone. Haunted mountains my ass. The only haunted part of these fucking things would be my remains. I was a shell of what I had been. Sick and dying.

I didn’t want to give up. I had to. There was nothing more I could do. I had survived as long as I could, longer than I had expected. I tilted my head back, leaning up against a rock on a ridge way up on some mountain no one had visited in forever. Here I sat, looking up at the bright sky. I closed my eyes, resigning myself to my fate.

Chapter 2

Then I woke up. I couldn’t really tell where I was. Or if I was. I was sweating, yet cold. Trembling. Yeah. I had a fever. A pretty severe one. Through the haze of my head pounding like it was the morning after drinking, I tried to look around. I wasn’t on that god forsaken mountain anymore, that was for sure. Slick stonewall surrounded me, except directly in front of me, where bars stood from ground to the floor. I was in a cell of some sort.

I tried to move my feet so I could inspect my new surroundings better, but neither my feet or my hands could move. I looked at my wrists. They were shackled to the stonewall. Not able to look down properly, I guessed my feet were shackled as well. And from how high up I was, I was guessing I wasn’t exactly on ground level. Someone had picked me up, taken me into this wet, damp hellhole and hung me up like I was a painting.

“You are awake,” someone said. I couldn’t tell from where. The voice echoed from all around. Whoever spoke did so out of sight.

It was hard to tell from such a short sentence, and with all the echo, but the voice sounded like it belonged to a woman.

“You are awake,” the woman’s voice said again after a short while. For some reason, the way it spoke sent shivers down my spine. It talked like a predator. Like a hunter. The voice spoke softly, but with a tinge of power that was not to be tested. Not that I was in any position to test anyone in anything.

“Who are you?” the voice asked.

I didn’t respond. Sure I was young, but I knew better than to fall for treacherous women folk who hid in the shadows! No doubt she would cast a spell on me the moment I gave up who I was. Everyone knew how haunted these parts were, and I guess I got that confirmed. To my huge dismay. No, it was better to remain silent.

“I can keep you here forever, and you will remain silent forever, but if you speak, at least the time will fly all the better,” the voice said. “What is your name?”

Her voice had an ominous feel to it. Even through the echo. Like there were two voices at once. One deeper and more dangerous, and one lighter pitched, that was more cheerful and playful. What sort of treachery was this?!

I didn’t respond now either. I clenched my fists, to my huge discomfort. The shackles were way too tight. Whoever was speaking seemed to notice.

“I can loosen those up… and give you this blanket,” she began. I was cold, and the shackles were tight. Hell, I was freezing and my fever was burning me alive. But I didn’t want whoever was out there to come closer.

“No!” I yelped.

“He speaks. And he reeks. But he does not trust me. Why?”

“Ugh… I…” Why didn’t I trust her? I had no reason not to. Except… I looked at my shackles. And how I was utterly naked hanging there.

“I am alone on this mountain. So alone. I need to take precautions,” the voice said. “I could not let a strange man wander about my corridors while I am all defenseless and alone.”

I could hear movement. My eyes darted toward the opening in my cell. Outside was what looked like a mix of a corridor and a cave, with a hue of mist from the dampness hovering. I felt a shiver go through me. It was so fucking cold. My head was pounding. But I had to remain sharp. But whoever was there didn’t reveal herself. She sounded like she slid down the wall outside the cell, to sit down.

“I would roll an apple across the floor, but you can not pick it up. Maybe with more stewing on the wall, you will trust me well enough.”

“Why… why do you talk like that?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Hell, maybe it was good to know my captor some.

“Like what?” the voice sounded eager at the prospect that I was curious about her.

“Like you’re making rhymes.”

“It is not really rhyming. But alas, I have been alone for quite some time. I do not speak so often, so forgive me, I tend to, as you said, rhyme.”

“If… If I’m not let down, or let free… I will die… I have a fever… It’s getting bad, I think,” I said with a trembling voice. It was true. I had seen people perish to fevers before. If I didn’t get dry and warm soon, it would be over for me.

“I was going to put a blanket on you, but you woke up, and here we are. Blanket so close, but yet so far. Sorry, I ‘rhymed’ again,” the voice said and giggled. I couldn’t help but feel a string pulled in my cold heart. A girl’s giggle. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but here in the haunted mountains, I found it again.

Haunted mountains. I had to not let myself be tricked. It was no doubt all a play. To what end, I had no idea. Maybe cook me into some vile potion. Maybe there was some enchantment that required a nobleman’s blood, I was a mayor’s son after all. Though, the town probably didn’t exist anymore.

“Can… Can I please have the blanket?” I pleaded. I knew it was dangerous, but at this point I was dead either way if I didn’t get this fever under control.

“Absolutely. Just tell me your name, dear boy.”

“I’m… I’m…”

The room started to spin as darkness once again consumed me.

*

My fever was so mind crushing, I had no idea I was awake or if I was in a fever dream. I could barely tell if I was alive, or dead. Even the voice seemed like a farfetched imagination I couldn’t even start to think was real. To think at all was a struggle. Everything was. I was so exhausted. If I didn’t get medical attention, I was sure to perish. All I knew was that I yearned for it. Release, one way or the other. It had to be over.

Somewhere out there in the damp dungeon I could hear the slow flaps of wings, I could hear the cell door open. I felt claw-like nails and gentle fingers touch my forehead, causing my body, chained up or not, to spasm in pain. I retched at the contact, but I was unable to do anything of it. I convulsed and drooled vomit down all over myself. I hadn’t eaten anything, so the vomit was luckily no more than thick liquid.

My body shivered as I cried from pain and from the nausea. Hanging there on the wall, naked and drooling vomit, uncontrollable tears trickling down my face, unable to keep a single thought straight, I felt less than a person. The degradation was unbearable. I just wanted it all to end. It was just a small relief when my arms and legs were unchained. Soon I was hovering, and I would surely crash to the ground, but I never did.

Before I passed out, I swore I saw long tender feet swiftly hover across the floor.

Chapter 3

I woke up. I had done so before, but this time I was in a much better state. I felt alive. I felt like I was inside a dream. Stretching out, I could feel the soft fabric that was wrapped around me. The gentle silks so smoothly slithering along my arms and legs. Stretching as long as I was, I could tell whatever I was laying on was a big piece of furniture. If it was a bed, it surely was bigger than anything I had ever been in. My muscles ached. What was left of them. But I felt good. Like really good. I hadn’t been this good since… before my hometown got burnt to the ground. Right now, I was feeling as young and healthy as a guy my age should be.

“My big boy is awake,” the voice said. This time much closer. Reality started to set.

I turned around. I couldn’t see her. She no doubt hid behind the red bed curtains somewhere. And by god how big this bed was! I was a long man, but my toes were far from the edge. Still, she was hiding in the shadows. Maybe she was shy? She had no reason to be. If it was a she. Maybe that was a bit presumptuous, but the voice was as soft and gentle as womans. Even the darker undertones sounded gentle to him, but maybe those were sort of sterner. It gave the voice an ominous presence.

“Did you save me?” I asked. Of course she did. Who else?

“Your savour is I,” she said. She had a very slow way of speaking. It sounded like her words floated more than she said them. Deliberately, but smoothly.

“Th-thank you,” I said, as earnestly as I could.

“Oh… You do not have to thank me. It was the only right thing to do. Especially with what I have in plans for you!” the voice said and giggled.

“I knew you were up to something!” I exclaimed, trying to sit up. And I did. I was no longer a captive. No chains held me down. “I knew you were up to something!” I reiterated.

“Oh, do not act as if you will not enjoy it!” the voice said, much closer. Whoever was there had moved closer.

I looked around, but the bed curtain acted as a shield against the outside room. The room was lit up, but that was all I could gather. Then, in a small gap long, slender fingers produce themselves through the red linen. My mind must be playing tricks on me still, as I swore, in the warm orange light that the fingers were not only abnormally long, but also had a dark blue color to them. Almost like sapphire. The long fingers slowly draped around the edge of the curtain, and slowly the curtain was moved aside, revealing the rest of the figure that was behind it. And I couldn’t believe my eyes as I gazed upon her. In awe, in terror, in shock and in absolute fright.

The creature that leaned down under the curtains was a long, slender woman-looking figure, dressed in a soft silk-looking blue robe that reached all the way to her ankles. Soft in her features, like a woman. Only… it wasn’t a woman. It was… I had no word for it. Her hair was dark and thick, hanging back behind what looked like two horns that curled up in a small crown. She had even folded her hair back her horns, as if it were her ear. Her pupils were big and wide, and they shone bright orange out of a sapphired face. A big face. Not proportional too big, but the whole her was humongous! She had to be at least eight feet, if not more!

And her face. It was soft and youthful, with small spots across her eyes almost like freckles. Around her eyes she seemed to have diamond shaped tattoos in a slightly darker tone of blue, almost like she was highlighting her eyes with the ink. Her nose was a regular straight nose and her lips seemed natural. Only her ears were more pointy. But she had an almost human face.

Her arms were long, reaching way past her bare navel and her slender waist, reaching half way down to her naked thighs, almost to her knees. And those thighs looked like they could crush anything in the world. Powerful, and girthy. Wait, was I admiring those delicious thighs? No! She was hideous! No, it was hideous. She… it had a long snaky tail! And batty wings! Horns! What was this thing?

I instinctively tried to crawl away, and while the bed was large, I soon hit the headboard with the back of my head, and her giant body was on top of mine. I was helpless, laying still underneath her hovering and gliding smoothly towards me. This thing would no doubt devour me. Feed me and eat me, that was the end of it, huh?

“You do look tasty,” the thing purred, as if reading my thoughts, smiling at me.

I wanted to respond, but my heart was in my throat and my body was soon paralyzed, not able to move a single inch. I was trapped! I quivered under her, trying to disappear down into the pillows, but her orange eyes looked down at me with a patient look. As if she was letting me struggle myself tired, as if she was playing with her food. I stopped, trying to recollect my thoughts. I wasn’t dead. Yet. I have died many times in the last few days. Was this it? Whatever her plans… whatever its plans were, it took its sweet time about them.

I had so far tried to avoid eye contact with it. I desperately looked off to the side, and when she moved her larger head to get even with me, I darted to the other side. But it seemed determined, and after a few back and forths, it moved a long strong hand up to my chin, locking me firmly in place.

“There you are, silly,” it said. She. It was a she. Her voice made it obvious. And her womanly… features hanging dangerously close to me, almost spilling out of her robe… But it was surely a creature? Horns! Wings! A woman doesn’t look like this! Nothing natural does!

Unwillingly, I finally met her eyes. It was like staring into a warm pit. Glowing, and orange surrounded by blue darkness. Almost like fire and amethyst. Where I expected coldness, I saw warmth. Where I expected to see evil, I saw kindness. Where I expected a monster, I saw her.

Looking into her eyes I could feel my own mind blank out. My shivering fright started to ease out. Being close to her, seeing her eyes, I was astonished at what I saw. I thought her eyes were orange at first but being up close to her now, I could tell they were more goldy. Almost with small spots of red too. Looking into her big, narrow catlike eyes, my nerves started to calm. Surely this was a trick? To comfort me? Let my guard down?

“My name is Kinsey,” the thing said down to me. “What is yours?” She was more demanding in her voice now. “I saved you, I healed you. Give me your name!”

“Skye,” I replied, seemingly powerless to stop her. It was torture laying here, staring into something so hideous and scary, yet not being able to flee. My arms and legs locked as her body was draped outside of mine.

“Skye, not so hard was it,” Kinsey said, sinking her face closer to me. Before I knew it, she darted down into me, nibbling her apparent fangs into my neck. It tickled, but as much as my body wasn’t able to resist, my mind was reeling. I wanted to scream, but her spell worked its magic on me and I instead laid dormant, letting her eventually eat my flesh.

“It is no spell, you are just a bit… bewildered,” Kinsey moaned, sliding her mouth up and down my neck, grazing her teeth and sucking me.

But the nibbling never became biting. Instead I felt her lips suck itself into me, tickling me even further, her big dominant tongue shoved against my skin, swirling around as if trying to taste my essence. I tried moving my hands in between us, but only ended up landing my smaller hands up around her waist. I tried to push, but she just pressed into me harder.

“You are not getting anywhere,” Kinsey purred, sending a shiver through my whole body, before shoving her lips back onto my neck once more.

“Just let go… You will enjoy it,” Kinsey advised. As if that were supposed to soothe me! Her big hands had been gently rubbing my shoulders but were now slowly traveling down my body.

“Please… don’t,” I pleaded. Anything but this!

“Oh please what? Mercy? Is that what you want? I think you will like it.”

As her big hand traveled along my naked body, I could tell I was betraying myself. My dick was hard, and I had goosebumps all over. I was trembling in eager anticipation of what would be next. I didn’t know what to expect. Looking into her eyes didn’t feel so comforting anymore with the new fire that was within them. Instead, I closed my eyes. Trying to bury myself.

“Will I be your first? Are you a virgin?” Kinsey said abruptly, leaning up from my wet neck. She looked at me with curiosity. I didn’t have to reply, my face told it all. “How extra delicious. Don’t worry, I will train you properly.”

“So that is how it is? You saved my life so you could r… rape me?” I asked her.

“Oh, it is only that if you want it to be. But your body tells everything I need. You want me as I want you, and by the old and the new am I going to give it to you. I have missed it so much, to be with someone…”

Her head dove back in. This time she didn’t lick and kiss, she purred her head up against my chin, making sensual humming noises, as if she was some feline. Even if my mind was starting to adjust, I still tried to force myself to think how this really was. To remind me of the real situation I was in. As much as she tried to convince me, this wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted a natural girl. I was promised to a young woman when I was old enough. Hell, I was old enough! But surely that girl was no longer… maybe this was all there was left for me. Trapped in a mountain, in a ginormous bed with a big, ginormous monster, who would in no hesitation have her way with me.

“I have been so alone, for so long, and now I am gonna fuck you to the bone,” she purred up against me, turning her head to look up at me. “And despite what you may think, you will enjoy it whether you like it or not. I can make you feel things. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. I can easily break your bones and break your neck. But while pain can be fun, with you I do not want to be so destructive. I will be tentative. I can be caring. But you do look so delicious.”

I gulped. She looked at me with warmth and hunger. An odd mix that made me try to press myself even further down into the pillow.

“May I please bite you? Properly?” Kinsey asked warmly. As if that was something you just ask someone! Even a total stranger.

“N-no!” I managed to say.

“Alas. I will settle for this, then!” Kinsey said and moved her right hand down to my naked, and now throbbing crotch. “My my, I am a lucky girl. Oh, do not pout. By the time I am done with you, you will be ruined for all other girls. You will want nothing else than sexy old Kinsey to warm your bed. And trust me, Skye, I can make you very warm.”

I gulped again. The confidence in her voice was almost intoxicating. A part of me, the primal part of me, wanted to give in. Just let her have me. Please let her ravage me. Let her take whatever she wants and do with the rest as she pleased. I wanted to be on my knees for her. As I looked into her eyes that I had to admit held dangerous beauty. Evil beauty. No! I couldn’t be like this! No!

I made one desperate wiggle for escape, but Kinsey just giggled. I somehow got up, but before I made it out of the bed, she had darted in front of me. Lightning fast, she struck me with the back of her hand, and before I could land she had grabbed me around the neck. My feet no longer touched the ground as she held me up. Her hand was so big it swallowed most of my neck, and I am no small boy to say the least. But next to Kinsey I was powerless.

As she held me, Kinsey gave me another smack across the face with her hand. She was so powerful she could no doubt take my head off and kill me on the spot. But no. She wanted to punish me. She squeezed her grip around my neck increasingly, slowly cutting off the air supply. It didn’t take long before I started to run out of air.

She held me up to her face, looking into my eyes once again, but this time more sternly. Yet, with a small smirk creasing her lips. Up close, even now, I caught myself studying her eyes and then her mouth. It looked full, and with a slight bow. Like she was almost smiling. Perhaps she was. But she spoke, breaking me out of my studying of lips.

“Naughty, naughty. You deserve to be punished now, naughty boy,” Kinsey purred warmly. “How do you want to be punished? Hmmm. Do you want to be spanked, perhaps? Or what if I make you swallow my spit? Oh, how about I let you feel these thighs around your neck? A good boy like you, who acts naughty all of a sudden, no doubt would take all three.”

“Please… don’t… Let me go,” I gasped.

“Spanking it is then,” Kinsey said with dangerous sweetness. “And after, you will give mommy a good kiss, right?”

I didn’t answer. She could probably take whatever she wanted, so why even bother. Kinsey didn’t wait either. She let go of me and I stumbled back to the soft mattress. I rolled onto my side, trying to extend my arms to get up. Big mistake. Kinsey placed her hand on my shoulder to hold me in place. Then a sharp pain seared through my entire body, starting at my asscheeks. Another sharp pain. And a third. Like an unruly kid, I was actually getting spanked. I felt so dehumanized and humiliated, I just wanted to disappear.

“How many do you want? Three? One for each step you took before I caught you?”

“Please, no more.”

“I can give you more, if you want. And a lot harder. Oh ho, a looot harder. But maybe you can give me something hard. Please, naughty boy, now it is my turn to beg you. Punish your mommy for spanking you! Do it! Else I am getting the belt!”

I looked at her. What sort of twisted psychological torture was this? Yet, the monster laid back on her bed, showing her features in full earnest. I looked at her. No, I stared at her. Her breasts softly jiggled as she laid back, her big powerful thighs parting slightly. Like inviting me in, but not really showing me the whole way. And her slender waist. I thought she wanted to devour me, but in my animalistic lust I wanted to devour her just as much! What was she doing to make me feel like this? And those breasts… so big… so soft…

“Oh you will learn to love it. Just a bit rough this time. Just to get you over the edge,” Kinsey said and winked. “Now come to your mommy.”

“You- you’re not my mother,” I said defiantly. “She’s-”

“It is just a figure of speech. That is why I am your mommy, not your mom or mother. You can also call me mistress, but I would prefer mommy as I truly want to take care of you. Now come here.”

I started to slowly crawl toward her across the big bed. She let out a deep, sweet groan as she saw my act of submission. I got beet red, but didn’t stop until I made my way over to her.

“Good boy,” she purred again.

“What do you even get out of this? You’re so much… bigger,” I asked. It was an honest question, truly. I couldn’t fathom how a regular, maybe a bit taller guy like me could please such a large beast.

“Oh, you are plenty,” Kinsey said, her eyes darting down to my crotch. It made me blush further. It was awkward getting complimented in such a way. Especially by someone like her. Big, powerful. Beautiful. But also, from a monster. “And like I said. I have been alone for so long, and when a sweet, cute little boy falls asleep on my doorstep, who am I to deny him access?”

“I didn’t fall asleep,” I started, but Kinsey was now turning her sternness on again.

“Come over here and fuck me like a good little boy, or I will break your back and so much more,” she warned.

Even under the threat, and under the coercion of doing something like this under duress, I hesitated. Her demanding ways did have an effect on me, as much as it surprised me. But still, she requested the impossible.

“But… I… I…”

“Spit it out. Or spit in my mouth, just come get me,” Kinsey said.

“I don’t… know… how…” I mumbled. Surely the women in the town talked with their mothers, older sisters and friends about these things. But it wasn’t really something the boys talked about. Not any more than false bravado, anyhow. So if I was physically apt for her, my ‘skills’ weren’t.

And why would that even matter? I was truly getting aroused like never before by this woman… no… she was way more than just a mere woman… but on the other hand, I was at the exact opposite. I was ashamed and humiliated. She was forcing me along, only coaxing me to get what she wanted. It made me sick. But still. That aroused side of me wanted to be good. To please this divine being. My mind was in shambles as my confusion battled within me.

“Oh, my bad. Lay down, and I will show you the new world,” Kinsey said, turning her voice warmly. While I was forced, her warm comforting eyes and voice trickled into my emotions. Like my feelings were cold, and her words were warm water slithering comfortably through, slowly heating me up.

“It’s… It’s not right,” I mumbled. Yet Kinsey rose easily from the bed with such grace, pushed me gently at my chest until I was on my back again, all in one fluid motion.

“Do not worry, big boy, I got you,” Kinsey whispered in my ear. Her breath tickled me, and I got goosebumps all over. Kinsey then climbed further up. She was so much bigger than me that when she positioned herself on my cock, my face was in her voluptuous cleavage.

If this was torture, I could surely endure a bit more. Wait, what? Now even my mind was betraying me. Maybe… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Kinsey’s hand traveled down my body, finally lining my erection up, and while it was my first it seemed like she knew what she was doing. She found her entrance and pressed down slightly.

“Do you want this?” Kinsey asked, her voice thick with arousal. I couldn’t answer, I just nodded.

A moment later I groaned out loud, as Kinsey found the way home and pressed down, making me enter her. Though, I was muffled as Kinsey’s body came crashing down with a groan of her own, her breasts enveloping my face completely. I could feel the sheets pull around me as she clutched them with her giant paws. Looking up I could see she was closing her eyes. Was she truly enjoying this?

“F-finally,” she groaned, opening her eyes and looking down at me. “How is it? I have been… needing this for so long.”

“It feels… different than I thought,” I said with jagged breath, in full earnesty. That made her smile, as she still tried to regain her breath, licking her lips in the process.

It truly did feel different from anything I’d imagine. It was wet, warm and she was squeezing me tightly. I thought I would disappear in her bigger body, but Kinsey seemed to know her way around. Or maybe she just felt this amazing because she was what she was? Surely it wasn’t this good with humans?

“I will one day maybe let you try a ‘regular’ female, and you will see the difference,” Kinsey said proudly from above. Still holding her hips still, not even pushing further down. “Though I am very possessive.”

Kinsey leaned down some, placing her elbows on both sides of my head. She then caught me staring at her. Her big juicy breast. Her tiny waist. Hell, even her

wings and tail were arousing to me now that I was inside her, feeling how magnificent she truly was.

“You can touch me if you want,” Kinsey encouraged. I immediately shot my hands around her waist. While her blue color looked to give a cooler radiation, her skin felt like a warm blanket. Soft to touch, and glazing hot. I found myself wanting for her to crush me under her warmth. To devour me. Hell, even to bite me. I could surely endure a beating and a bite, if this came with it?

My own thoughts sickened me.

I started stroking her midsection with my hands, but she slapped my hand away and giggled. Wow, as ominous she was, her giggle was so cute! How could it be that such a creature could make such sweet sounds? And to think she was ticklish!

“Oh, you will have me make all kinds of sweet sounds soon enough. And if you are extra good, not so sweet sounds too,” Kinsey said, biting her lip naughtily. Like she had been caught doing something bad.

“Can you read my mind?” I asked.

“Ssh, it is a secret,” Kinsey said, giggling again. I nodded.

I then refocused on the rest of her body. Moving my hands from her waist and up to her big breasts. Her skin was soft, but even so her globes felt firm. Like muscle, but also not entirely. But it felt good, for sure. They felt wonderful. I could maul these wonderful things forever. Things? Now I was being rude. These ‘things’ were all part of the same creature. Kinsey. My assailant. My first. All of this body was all her. How had I come upon such luck? And I still struggled to determine if it was good or bad luck.

Right now it felt like good luck. And Kinsey seemed to have waited long enough, as she pressed down further. Her wetness enveloped me further and I had to release her tits to clutch the sheets myself. I held on for dear life, but to no avail. I shot up into her, spilling all inside her from no more than three small thrusts. Fuck, I was pathetic. There was no way she was enjoying it. Not after such a short time. Now it felt like bad luck.

“The night is young,” Kinsey said warmly, looking down at me. “Do not worry, you did great. It was your first time, and I can tell you find me rather exceptional. Really, it is flattering.”

Her words were certainly helping. I wasn’t feeling as bad about it. If she truly meant malice, why would she be encouraging? She truly seemed to want me to be comforted. She slid off of me, floated back down so that we were eye to eye again.

“Do not worry, Skye. We can wait a bit, then go again. And again. And again. And you catch my drift. I have nowhere else to be,” she said, folding her hands across my chest, in return resting her chin on her hands, looking up at me.

“So. Want to go again?” Kinsey asked, smiling broadly at me.

“N-not really… you forced me…” I said. It was true. I had no part in this. Though I had given her the nod, she had coerced that nod out of me.

“I knooow! Is it not hot? How I just took you? Just took you against your own will!” Kinsey said beamingly. Not what I expected? But yet… I couldn’t help but feel a bit tingly from the excited way she spoke of it. Of just taking me, as she so nicely put it.

“What? No!” I exclaimed, horrified.

“You are like candy. I should not have some, but I just have to take a bite!” she went on, as if I hadn’t said anything. “Have you ever seen yourself? In a looking glass… a mirror I think you would call it?”

I didn’t really know how to reply to that. I knew what candy was. It was tasty for sure, and if you ate too much you would gain weight in the wrong ways. And the local physicians always attested that a diet of candy and sugar led to an early grave. Did Kinsey truly compare me to that? And as for a mirror… I guess I never thought about it. Mirrors were mostly for grooming, and I was neither a girl or a horse, so I never needed it. My hair was pretty short.

“Fiiine, I will let you rest,” Kinsey pouted. It was sort of seeing this big scary creature, as powerful as she was, pout. Over me. I couldn’t tell if I was supposed to be flattered. “But later, you better believe you are not getting any of this pesky rest!”

Chapter 4

“Kinsey,” I started.

We had been resting for a bit. I don’t know if I had been asleep, but she seemed to have been dozing off. Getting calmed down and… drained, sort of, had given me some more room in my mind to think. I had too much on my mind. So many questions. About her. About me.

I had sort of come to terms that there was no escape. Maybe it was shallow of me, but after our… coupling… I was sort of coming to grips with this new fate. I was resistant before, but after I had become more… mellow. Curious. Especially for what her plans were regarding me. What on earth did she want from me? But first and foremost… I was curious about her.

With the warmth and comfort around me, I was wondering so many things. Like, if Kinsey had all this, her mountain, so to speak, why was she here alone? And how had I truly ended up with her? And who was she truly? She talked about being here for so long, but what did that entail?

But one question was front and center. I had been humiliated and tortured, tormented in so many ways. All for what? Why was she doing this to me?

“Yes, darling?” she replied. Darling? A shiver went up my spine. Was it bad, or was it good? She looked up at me from my chest. Those big glowing eyes swallowed my gaze completely. It had to be a spell, right?

“Why are you doing this? I said no, I even begged,” I asked, fighting against her seduction. I tried being sincere. I also tried to sound like I wasn’t judging her, but rather curious. Truth was, I was still terrified. I felt like I was going to cry and vomit at the same time. Was this what I escaped to? Being her plaything inside her mountain? Isolated from everything else?

“Oh, silly. Have you seen yourself? I told you. I knew you were too weak when I found you, but when I saw just how weak, I knew I had to restore some of your power using my own. So I healed you. It would be advisable for you to eat something and drink water, because you are only remaining on the lifeline I tossed to you.”

“What does that mean?”

“I used a spell. I thought if you were to die, my only other being in the world, I had to have you. Like I just said, you really should eat.”

“Am I dying? Now?”

“That is a possible outcome,” Kinsey said, slowly sitting up. By the gods, she was big. Slender, but long. Though, her hips were still broader than my shoulders. Her proportions seemed perfect from how big she was. Sitting up, she was almost as tall as me standing. And laying down here, looking way up at her, I was quickly reminded about the power difference. Me, a shell of a strong youth, Kinsey probably the most powerful being I’d been in contact with. No, she was definitely the most powerful.

“So you did use a spell on me?” I asked in resigned defeat, sinking my head. The suspicion was confirmed. Her charm was from her healing spell no doubt. Nothing was real. Dread sunk across my shoulders and down through my body at the realization.

“Not like you think. I am confined to some mere spells, but not those you think of. One thing is to read, another is to control and trick. Yes, I know what you think of me,” Kinsey said, turning her head away. “But I have not used any spells to alter your mind. I can not do it, even if I wanted to.”

Why did I feel bad? She had forced herself on me, tricked me, tortured me. Beat and strangled me. And when I realized I may have upset her, I felt like the worst human being. But I had every right to be. With the treatment I got? She struck me! Threatened me with death!

“Do not worry, I will not read your mind on a continuous basis, but sometimes it is written plainly across your face. Though I understand your predicament, I hope I can in time provide you with a new outlook of me. One day, maybe I will teach you to hide it better. For now, please gather in my arms. I have a tub, and I want to clean you up. Then I will feed you.”

*

I was a grown young man, yet next to Kinsey I was a small boy. She even insisted on me being bathed like a child. She placed me on a stool and warmed water in a kettle. It didn’t take long. While she said her spells were mere, her fire seemed to burn hotter than a natural one.

I grit my teeth as she helped me into the tub, as I was still weak I needed assistance. But I had to say, sitting in the warm bubbly water, with Kinsey’s face to look at, as she sat right next to me. It wasn’t a bad experience. For what she was, she had a fair face. Cozy, yet dangerously pretty. And her iris always glowed special like when she looked at me. Fire and hunger. Kinsey even caught me staring, but just hid her smile under her long fingers as she rested her chin in her hand on the edge of the tub.

“Do you need any help? You’re forgetting to scrub,” Kinsey said, as I laid there looking at her. Curiosity had made me forget what I was even here for. Kinsey released her cheek and grabbed a spunge.

“I didn’t, but I… I don’t think I would mind it,” I dared to say. Getting washed down was always comfortable, even if I was a grown person who could do it himself. Like being taken care of.

“Oh really? You want help from your big, dangerous, vile capturer?” Kinsey said, smirking at me. “Or is it dangerously pretty? I like that one too. You think I’m dangerous?”

I sunk my head a bit down and nodded. She had her way of truly making me feel like nothing at all… but I found it weirdly arousing. Like it wasn’t meant to demean me, but rather up her as the dominant specimen. Kinsey moved her free hand down to my belly, tickling her long claw like nails around my belly button. But instead of creeping her hand down, she moved her hand up to neck and once again lightly squeezed.

“I could easily end you,” Kinsey said, looking me straight in the eyes.

That’s when I cracked. I couldn’t help it. I was so confused. Beaten, tortured, fucked, cared for and then threatened with death again. Tears welled up in my eyes. I never sobbed or let out a gasp, but my tears trickled down my face and onto her hands. Kinsey recoiled her hand as if the tears burned her. Her eyes changed from evil wickedness to those of surprise and horror.

“I-” she started.

Kinsey then picked me up from the bathtub with incredible ease, holding my face into her chest as my feet dangled out in the free. She held me tightly, one hand around my waist to hold me up, the other to the back of my head rubbing into my head gently. Soothing me. I cried into her chest as she held me. I could tell her sincerity, so I didn’t resist. I took solace in her embrace instead. I moved my arms around her to clutch myself to her body. Time seemed to stop as we held. As I was held. Was I really that forgiving? Or was I in such need of comfort from the recent traumas? Even my captor would do?

“Skye, you’re safe with me. I won’t punish you. Here,” Kinsey said with more warmth than I would expect from her, especially with what she had done. She gently slid me down into the still warm bath. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

I groaned as I was back in the water, resting up against the edge. I looked at her. She seemed eager to change to not dwell on what had happened. I was onboard with that. A man shouldn’t shed tears like that. Best to forget it!

“Tell me about your family,” Kinsey requested, moving over to the ladder to the tub. She dropped her garment, revealing her magnificent body once again. The tub was fairly big, so when she climbed in, even at her stature, there was still plenty of room. The room between us was swiftly closed as she scooted over. And when she moved closer, I swore the warm water grew even warmer.

“M-my family?” I stammered, looking up at her. I was still not at my strength yet, but . She moved her long fingers along my stomach, gently tickling me.

“Yes. You have a father, and a mother, I presume? Siblings?” Kinsey said, not really advancing with her fingers. Instead she moved me so that I was resting sideways in her lap, with my head on her shoulder. I was cradled in her arms again. I moved one of my arms across her, holding her tightly. I don’t know why, despite the torment I felt safe in her embrace.

“I do. My father is… or was… a master tailor. But he hadn’t practiced in years. Ian was his name. He was mayor for the longest. My mom, Cynthia, was a baker until the kids were born. Me and Willow. That is my sister. I don’t know if she survived, but I hope so. She wasn’t in town when the Inquisition came.”

“If Willow is half the survivor you are, I am sure she’ll be out there,” Kinsey said assuringly. She bent down and landed her lips on my forehead. She held there for a moment, then pulled back. I felt like I was glowing warm where she had been. “You know, I watched over you for weeks in your cell. For weeks did I watch your frail little body cling to life. You were very sick. Near death. I realized that you would not survive. But you fought. Seeing that, I carried you to my bed, easing the struggle. I nourished you, bathed your naked body. Watched over you in my bed. Weeks in my cell, and days woven in my fabrics. Had I only brought you up here earlier… Maybe I am being foolish, but witnessing something so visceral, something so strong in another being, that creates something. I sat with you all the time, and in the end because I wanted you to survive so badly. Maybe I was being selfish, as my primals took over. But I promise I can be good.”

I looked up at her and she looked down at me. She wasn’t foolish at all. Her sentiment was sweet. I also felt a small tickle, knowing she had looked over me for way longer than I had known. “So wanna see how good?” Kinsey then purred. I nodded, brushing my nose against the side of her tit. At my second nod, Kinsey moved the hand that cradled me up behind my head and guided my face down her breast.

Soon my lips brazed across her nipple, and that’s when she pressed my face into her, forcing my mouth to suck on her tits. My whole vision was now blue skinned breasts. All my senses were filled with her being. Her odor was like perfume and it emanated strongly from her chest, and I felt even dizzy from drawing too deep breaths of her scent. I swirled my tongue around her nipple and I heard a small gasp from Kinsey. I reaffirmed my grip around her, not wanting to be let go just yet. But Kinsey never moved me away.

Instead, she took the spunge and stuffed it in the soap and warm water, and dragged it across my back. She was essentially massaging my back while cleaning me, as her fingers firmly pressed into my muscles through the sponge. God, she was strong. If Kinsey wanted, she could rip through my back in a moment, it felt like. But she was gentle. Gentle and caring. I sat in her grip, licking and sucking at her tits as she gently washed me all over.

She was particularly tentative when she finally reached my genitalia. She easily wrapped her big hand around my cock, using the sponge almost like a glove between us. I gasped out against her breast as I felt her grip start to slowly edge me up and down. It was such a delight. Being in the warm water, clean, alive, my face smushed into a powerful woman’s wonderful breasts, getting taken care of in one of the best ways.

The situation became too much. Her expert strokes got me off in a few moments. I squirmed in her grip and shot my load into the water. It felt like an eternity, as she never let go of my now very sensitive cock. And before she let go, I felt myself grow again. In mere moments she had me shooting my second load. And my third. And then I was spent.

“Good boy,” Kinsey moaned, pecking me on my cheek. She used the sponge to rinse the drool from her chest, and then started to get up. “Let’s eat.”

*

We sat at a giant dinner table. Or maybe it was just a bed table to her, but it was a big table nonetheless. Kinsey had let me rest in her bed while she had left to find something for us to eat. I remained in bed, as I started to feel weak again. Fragile. Like the return of the fever was marching slowly back into my body. So while I wanted to escape, I couldn’t. However, I was a bit surprised that she would also eat, but I guess whatever she needed to eat as well. So she brought a tray of cheese, chicken, grapes, apples and other fruits, along with pitchers of wine and water. And when I say she ate, I mean she ate. I was big for my townsfolk, standing over most of my peers, and I ate like a horse most people said. That was nothing compared to the appetite of Kinsey, who mauled down one thing after the other. Sitting in a blue silky robe creating some modesty, leg folded over her other leg elegantly, just mauling down food like none other.

After having eaten at least a dozen chicken legs and drank a whole pitcher of clean mountain water(Kinsey ate three times that), new questions emerged. If she had been on this mountain alone, and for a long time, how did she feed herself?

“I have stock and a garden downstairs. I know it does not seem in any particular way hospitable down there, but they have a warm cozy cave down there they can hide from the weather. I provide shelter, they provide me with eggs, milk and meat.”

I was sheltered. Did that mean I provided one of those commodities?

“No,” Kinsey replied. “You are my guest in need of shelter, that does not mean that I will eat you. Humans taste terrible.”

Kinsey then laughed heartily, seeing my reaction.

“I am joking, do not worry. Though, I desperately want you to let me bite you. And kiss you. And come to think of it, maybe I do want to devour you.”

I gulped. But the way she looked at me when she said this, it didn’t make me scared in particular. Before, yes, but now not so much. Curious, rather. And I had many questions. Maybe this, while over dinner, we could get some of those answered. So I dared to speak, rather than getting my thoughts spit back at me all the time.

“Why? Why do you want to bite me, but don’t? I mean, I can’t stop you,” I said.

Kinsey put her elbows on the giant table, folded her long fingers and rested her head, staring at me.

“That has a long answer, and a short one. Short one first; no, I can not bite you. I can not kiss you. I had to force a yes to mate with you. I can surely do most other things, but these things were robbed from me. So the long answer, which might answer a series of other questions that you may ponder. Some time ago, I am not sure when, as time has been lost up here, I was trapped on this mountain. I can not leave. And no one really knows I am here, I imagine. Why did I get trapped, and why can I not force intimacy from you? I will explain. But let me carry you to our bed first. In case you fall asleep.”

Carry me? Like I’m some child? Yet… I didn’t put up any resistance when Kinsey draped her long arms around me, pressed my body to hers and let her wings float us the small distance over to the bed, before gently putting me down onto the bedding. She literally was sweeping me off the floor.

“So when I was younger, I was a fiery thing. Not worse than my sisters, though, that would take some effort,” Kinsey began.

“I… I stole, I traveled and ruckus unraveled. Fire and stone, you are to be locked on to this mountain for your crimes you must atone. Pardon, Skye, it is part of the curse that was cast upon me and this bleeding mountain. I may or may not have barked up the wrong tree. There was a king, I am not sure which as I do not care for politics. He had a son, and a daughter, and a wife-of-a-bitch. You laugh? Is that a snicker I see? Your secret is safe with me. I am glad I can make you smile, Skye. So the king and his family. I did… something similar that I did to you, but to their daughter. She was your age. The King was not as happy, wanting me for slaughter. Did I mention I burned his crops and poisoned his harvest? Hunger crept through his petty kingdom, all the way into his own nest. But every court had a court mage then, maybe now as well. So he ordered the old bat to cast a spell. Forever am I to remain on this mountain, and no longer will I feel intimacy, for to me it is poison. Though, breaking from my little rhyme scheme, there is a loophole. I can be given it. I can not take it. So I ask you, can I bite you, can I kiss you? I can not do these things unless you want to.. Fucking is easy to coerce, but a true kiss? Not so much. But once the gate is open, it is not so easy to close. So that is how I ended up here, and here I have been ever since.”

A small silence fell, as Kinsey unfocused her eyes, thinking back to the times she surely were free. What she had done was truly horrific… But what things didn’t we do when we were young? And surely she looked to be remorseful. And to trap someone for an eternity on a cold mountain?

“How long have you been here?” I asked gently. Kinsey didn’t reply right away. She tried to think it seemed.

“I guess I do not know anymore. The seasons blend up here in the north, at least at this elevation.”

“Maybe I can help. What is the closest major event when you were locked up? If you can remember.”

“Eeerh.”

“Or the king’s name. Or daughter.”

“The king was Wallace of Flint. He ruled somewhere near here.”

“Flint? The Inquisition executed that family a long time ago. What was the daughter’s name?”

“Ellinor. Who is this Inquisition?”

“Queen Ellinor? Wait… that was two hundred years ago. Queen Ellinor died two hundred years ago, I mean!” I exclaimed.

Kinsey nodded knowingly. It didn’t seem to faze her at all. Maybe a tinge of regret to hear that her last lover was long gone. Sorrow hid in the corners of her eyes, as she looked at me.

“Are… are you immortal? You look so young!” I asked. Kinsey shrugged. It didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about the past that much. Maybe it still pained her. Well, it was still the reason she was here. So I decided to change the subject.

“Have you made all these rooms yourself?” I asked. I hadn’t really gotten around to see her other chambers, except her dungeon and this room we were in. Kinsey perked up, some pride striking her suddenly.

“I have. Do you like them?” Kinsey asked.

“Absolutely! If you have made rooms like this, that would make some of the most skilled masons look like hunchbacked imbeciles with thumbs for fingers,” I said, honestly.

I started truly looking around. The room was big and wide, but not damp like her cellar. It was made out of stone, but the red tapestry and her furniture made the room seem cozy and warm. Even with her blue color, the room emanated hospitality. The table we sat at was next to a giant door, and the roof above us was no more than ten feet high. To me, that was too far up, but to her I figured it made sense. The walls and floors had furry carpets, giving the room that warm feeling I noted earlier, with a color scheme from green near the door, to blue to orange and red surrounding the bed. I was sure she had made all of it herself. Kinsey surely had the time to do it, and she had been neatly at it by the quality of how the colors seemingly went from one to the other. And the furniture looked like something a king would’ve-

“Want to go again?” Kinsey asked, breaking my inspection. I quickly turned my gaze back onto her. To her warm gold and sapphire eyes. Her blue skinned face, her thick locks that were as dark as her darkest blue tones. Last time she asked, I had refused her.

Now I wasn’t as hasteful in denying her. Looking at her, I could tell she was beautiful, as hard as I found that to admit. And as I thought that thought, Kinsey even looked like she was blushing, though there was no change in color. She had surely read my thoughts, again. Or maybe my eyes gave me away.

“What are you?” I asked, more astonished than anything. Kinsey scooted closer, to cradle my head in her big hands, back under me and one atop. Laying on top of me, she draped a leg across me. She held my eyes and I held hers. Though I didn’t have any choice in the matter.