A Fierce Vexation of a Dream?

Opening her eyes, everything felt a little foggy. As she looked down, she noticed something. She had no clothes on! She was completely naked. She desperately struggled to cover herself up as quickly as possible. She turned her head to the side in one rapid motion. None other than another naked woman with platinum blonde hair, which had beautiful shades of grayish pink, and piercing brownish eyes was staring right at her. What in the world was happening? How had she got there? Who in the world was this woman, anyway? She did not like this one bit. This didn't feel right.

"Uh, Miss...I'd like to go..." she started to say. The woman shook her head. She could be forceful when she wanted to be. This was one of those times. "No, no, no. You got to stay at least until I get to draw on you...you asked me to, after all...don't you remember?" She found this weird. She never remembered seeing her before. Something seemed odd about this whole thing. The woman's voice became sweeter. She almost felt like she was falling under a spell, especially after the woman kissed her on the cheek. She nervously twiddled her thumbs. What was happening to her?

"Sure, Miss..." she started to say, then the woman suddenly cut her off. "Manaria Sousse. That's my name. I won't put up with those I want to bed who don't know what to call me." A little worried at what this woman was saying, she cautiously said, "Okay, Miss Manaria, you can uh...write on my body...that's okay...just no funny business...you hear?" The tomboyish princess haughtily laughed. She shook her head. The nerve of this damn woman. Ugh! "Oh, don't worry. The only person doing anything funny here will be you, Miss Chelli, the so-called greatest archaeologist of all time or whatever. That's what you told me last night." It was coming back to her. She had somehow entered a strange bar, got hammered, and this woman brought her to her home.

She moved to the nearby bedside table, opened a drawer, and pulled out one item in particular: a quill ink pen. On top of the table sat a small bottle of black ink. She stared at Chelli, as her greyish silver hair continued to shine from the light morning in from outside the room. This certainly wasn't a dream, right? It couldn't be. She could feel the gaze of this woman going right through her being. Manaria dipped in the pen into the ink and brought it to Chelli's left arm. She soon began drawing swirls and writing messages expressing her love, with Chelli feeling every time the quill touched her skin. In a certain way, she liked forceful women like this, even though she could do the same thing with women. She liked to be the one who was dominant, determining her own fate. This time, she took a different tact. That way she could survive this, somehow, live another day, get on with her life, and perhaps, forget all this happened, if that was even possible.

As she continued writing on Chelli's left arm, she kept dipping the quill pen back into the ink well. Soon enough, she had reached the chest area. She continued using it, starting at the breasts, leading to a yelp from Chelli in response. Manaria smiled in such a way it would have made anyone else uncomfortable. However, for Chelli, she didn't mind since she had convinced herself that she'd get out of this soon. She'd been with so many women over the years. In that sense, she was used to this kind of thing. The woman boldly, and briefly, played with Chelli's tits, making her even more aroused. She was not annoyed in the slightest. In fact, she enjoyed the sensations so much, she felt like she was giving in too much to someone she didn't know too well and had just met.

Her voice remaining low, and seductive, she declared, "I'm so glad that you are being so agreeable, Miss Chelli. Some other people...well, they'd resist this kind of thing...you know...so thank you." Chelli still felt a bit hazy. Maybe it was the alcohol from the night before or maybe it was something else. She shook her head. This couldn't be a dream, could it? As the quill pen drew around each of her breasts, she cried out, at the coldness of the nib. The designs were intricate. They complimented her electro-tattoo reaching down her right arm. Perhaps that didn't make it bad, right? She could deal with this. She could get out of this and escape, bidding this lady adieu once and for all. It would all work out. Nothing else would happen to her that morning. This would be over.

She wasn't sure what to expect next. What should she expect? Where would the quill pen go on her body? She couldn't even predict. Maybe she should have been more attentive. Maybe she should have tried to figure out how she got there in the first place. Then she could have assessed this woman and what she was capable of. Her thoughts were immediately interrupted when woman began drawing intricate designs on other parts of her body, including her chest, in the area below her breasts. She couldn't get her mind off of it. The ink seemed to be imbued with something. She wasn't sure what. It seemed to be some sort of substance. It smelled so appealing. It seemed odd. This was just regular ink from an ink bottle, wasn't it? There wasn't anything funny going on, from what she could gather.

The minutes went by as the pen kept being dipped into the ink. Before she knew it, this woman had drawn all across her arms, chest, stomach, and legs. It looked completely amazing and she wished she could keep going. A part of her was disappointed that she wouldn't get to show it off. It was then that Manaria laughed. This didn't sound good. Not at all. She prepared to leave. She got up, and out of the bed, but she felt something stopping her. She felt herself drawn to this tomboy. Her arm was not under her control! She wasn't sure how in the world this was even possible, unless there was some spell on her. Or maybe it was the ink? She didn't know. She had to get out of there before it was too late. Otherwise, she would fall victim to her own desires. She couldn't let that happen. 

Her hand touched the woman's chest. "Oh my. How forward you are," the woman declared. She was confused. She hadn't done that! What in the world was going on? Was this woman doing something to her? Or was she just imagining things? She wasn't sure. Almost if to return the favor, the woman began rubbing her chest vigorously, making her moan. She couldn't stop herself. The sounds just flowed right out of her. She liked the sensation so much that she didn't care to tell her to stop. It felt so damn good. Any pretenses melted away. She decided that she should just accept her fate. This woman was a beauty after all, so why not do it with her, right? Then she could skip out later and leave as she always did after these encounters. That's how it was. That's how she acted.

The woman stopped. She moved down her body to a precious place. She couldn’t be planning on doing what she thought, could she? There was no way. If she did, she would be completely undone. She wouldn't be able to resist it at all. "Miss Chelli, there's one thing that I want to write with, and it isn't my pen...it is something much more...intimate....than that." As she slid her fingers ever closer, her fingers then softly entered her altar of pleasure in a single motion. This was surprising. She was so caught off guard that all she could do was cry out. "Oooh! That feels so good!" she said, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. She decided to fully give into the pleasure. She's sort out all the specifics later. That was just who she was. That is just what she did. She loved it.

The tomboyish princess used her finger, rather than the quill pen, to draw out her love juices, and did her best to use it to make shapes on her own body. She wanted to draw her out even more than she had previously. Chelli couldn't believe this was happening to her. It didn't seem like a dream. This was real. She could tell that now. There was no doubt in her mind. Her breathing became heavier with every passing second. Her desires took over everything. She could think of nothing else but the woman's fingers exploring inside of her tunnel of love. Nothing else at all. This woman was consuming her bit by bit and she wasn't putting up any resistance against it. She didn't want to. She didn't care to. She wanted to submit this time. What did she have to lose?

"Will you be mine and no else's?" Chelli wasn't sure. The woman encouraged a certain answer. She entered her fingers in even deeper. Chelli's moans became even louder, bouncing off the walls of the bedroom with such ferocity. She shouted out her answer, the answer that she felt at that time. "Yes, anything you want. I'll be yours." Manaria grinned. She was incredibly pleased at this result. She hadn't expected this response so quickly from this woman. She decided to keep going. She pumped her fingers even faster, increasing the pace more and more as the minutes passed, causing a huge crescendo to shoot out and onto her face. She licked some it with her tongue. "The taste of submission. I love it. You are such a good girl, Chelli." She loved the praise so much. Perhaps too much.

Smugly staring at the archaeologist with her brown eyes, and her silvery hair shining in the sunlight, she was determined to make this woman hers. She'd win. She'd do what she wanted with her, no matter what. She'd dominate her and show her who was boss. She liked to have that power over women, particularly those who acted strong previously. With a slight smile on her face and placing Chelli squarely in her gaze, she prepared to break down this strong woman even more than she already had. Her eyes sparkled with desire as she sized up this woman. "That was just the beginning...I want to eat you up." Chelli knew what she meant. She had already given in so much that she didn't even think of telling her to stop. Why would she? She enjoyed this so damn much. That was clear.

Smiling wildly, Manaria licked her lips like she was a lion ready to pounce on her prey. She would be doing more than just playing with her. "Just relax and give in...you know you want to." Her voice was low and seductive. She coolly flicked her hair, then she moved forward rapidly to take, to seize she felt was hers. She'd fully capture the body and loyalty of this woman. She began by softly teasing the edges of Chelli's pussy, then she shoved her tongue inside the slit. Chelli moaned so loudly. There's no way this should feel this good. No way at all! Any defiance she had felt before was now completely gone as she let out heated breaths. She loved what this woman was doing to her. It felt so amazing on so many levels. She wanted it to keep going, at least while she was there that day.

In a certain way, she felt comfortable. Maybe she didn't mind being her plaything. The tomboy gently caressed the other parts of her body, even moving around her supple breasts, part of her ample chest, causing her moans to get even louder, filling the room with sound. She couldn't believe how she felt. The pleasure washed over her. She was unable to think straight. The area in-between her legs was getting even more sopping wet than before. She could barely think about what happened next. Manaria had, without a doubt, thoroughly dominated her. Her love juices squirted out and onto the tomboy's face again. She felt a sense of release and happiness at that moment. She was over the moon. She was feeling things that she had felt from no one before, in her entire life.

While Chelli writhed and bucked, Manaria kept going. She became even more intense, as the air soon became heavy with the mixture of slick, sweat, and cum. She continued breathing heavily, while one thing was clear: this princess had bested her. She couldn't believe it. She attempted to fight off another bout of pleasure, but she couldn't stop it. She gave in once more. Her love juices came out once again and covered her thighs. She was a strong woman. Here she was vulnerable and at the mercy of this damn tomboy, who could do anything to her if she wanted. That dynamic was obvious. Chelli didn't attempt to upset this balance. She had no reason to do so. She wanted to keep it in place. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to feel these sensations. That isn't what she desired.

One thing was clear: she wanted this, no matter her earlier resistance. She could have left. She could have pushed her away. She did not. Instead, she leaned into what was happening with all her body and her entire being. At the same time, she was unable to stop any of the sensations, especially when this woman rubbed her breasts in small circles, then roughly squeezed them, leading to goosebumps. She knew what she was doing. When the woman rubbed each tit between her fingers, she lost her composure once more. "Miss Manaria...that's enough," she pleaded. Her words were cut off when this woman roughly cupped her boobs, pushed them together, then sucked on both tits at the same time. She buried her face in them. She couldn't believe this princess was doing this to her.

As she savored each one, she tugged on them so hard it caused Chelli to yelp so loudly. As she licked the tips and flicked the buds back and forth, she took in as much as her suckling mouth could handle, like a pig drinking water at a trough. She was starting to have her fill. She wasn't done, not yet. She had one more play. "I'll let you go, if you call me your mistress." Chelli wasn't sure she wanted to go that far. She asked for this to be over. Her words were soon jumbled around, more toward encouraging increased pleasure than resisting it. "Y-Yes...no!" As the tomboy was ravishing her breasts, she stuck her knee between her legs, rubbing it back and forth on her clit. She moaned once more at yet another sensation. She could barely hold it all together. She was doing her best.

She was falling apart, leading to even louder sounds coming out of her mouth. It felt so good! Something inside her changed at that very moment. She kept panting, as her toes began to curl and her eyes rolled back. She was being pushed over the edge and submitting to this damn princess completely and fully, without any question. All of this stimulated what she'd been keeping tender, and deep, within herself. It soon came out in a huge way, more than she had thought possible. Her juices of desire spurted out like a rushing waterfall. As this happened, the tomboy didn't care to lick it up. Instead, all she said was, “that's a good girl, Chelli. That's a good girl." As she looked around, she saw the evidence of her desire on the sheets and the floor. She couldn't believe it.

Rather than any sort of unrest, yet another guttural moan came from her chest. Manaria moved her knee between the archaeologist's legs quicker than before, increasing the pace once again. The sensation was so amazing. She uttered words which she never would have thought she'd ever say in a million years. "Mistress, please help me finish. I only want to be for you...please." Manaria had been waiting for exactly those words, exactly that pleading. She had tapped into the woman's sexual arousal, allowing it to completely override her reason. She rubbed her knee even faster. She came. The excitement was over and she was almost a little bummed by it. At the same time, she was glad she had this experience with her, something which any of the many exes out there would never do.

Love juices tricked down her legs and those of her now-mistress. She couldn't help but moan, as her body feeling more stimulated than ever, even as the sensations were starting to fade away, more and more, with every passing second. The firm voice of Manaria grounded her. "Don't worry. I'll let you leave later today. Rest now. I'll be sure you never forget me." Chelli couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden. She didn't know if she had become this woman's playtoy or not. She did know one thing, however: she liked this sexually charged situation a lot. For now, she was willing to play her cards with her. It wasn't what she thought she'd be doing, but why not have a fun time, for now? She could get out of there somehow. She was completely sure of it.