Honey and Wine

Content warning for heavy drug use, heavy non-consent, explicit sex, choking, and specifically some limited violence from cis male character against cis female characters. The last paragraphs of this story may contain spoilers for the Feldavian Nights series of stories.

Real life kink requires a lot of negotiation and communication.

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Maldred checked the veil was still in his back pocket, as he tried to blend in among the backstage staff in the corridors. He’d managed to pick up one of the musician’s stools, and carried it back, roughly in the same direction the people carrying instruments had gone. This was quite an operation they had here. Maybe a dozen musicians, a dozen waiters, security, the dancers of course, and then a small platoon of hired help walking the halls.

On the second trip, music stand in hand, he spotted it. Pink door, at the end of a corridor, and a simple torchlit tunnel between him and them. No security back here, and the drink and partying in the lounge seemed to be making enough noise that they could talk in private.

Maldred ducked into the corridor, and tried to look nonchalant as he plucked the veil from his pocket and strung it across his face. It clung unnaturally to the ridges of his jaw and cheeks, forming a surprisingly clean seal around his mouth and nose. Equipment like this can’t be cheap, he noted, and even filling the club every night at 3 crowns a head wouldn’t pay for enough to fit all the staff. He made a mental note to return the veil to the waitress, Cassie, before leaving. After she’d been so helpful tipping him off to the location of the dancers’ dressing room, and their connection to the owner, the last thing he wanted is for her to get fired for losing it.

That’d have to come later, he thought, as he gently tested the door handle. Not locked. He wasn’t too surprised, they didn’t seem to be too worried about their modesty after that show.

That’d have to come later, he thought, as he gently tested the door handle. Not locked. He wasn’t too surprised, they didn’t seem to be too worried about their modesty after that show.

Maldred paused, taking a deep breath, and muttering to himself under his breath, “They’re just performers, common criminals at best, it’s just a few fancy tricks. You’re trained for this.” Puffing his chest out, he turned the handle and slipped quickly through into the small room beyond, closing the door swiftly behind him. He burst into his prepared speech, as he took in his surroundings.

Honey and Wine were sat, drinks in hand, looking overtly startled at the stranger who had just burst in unannounced.

“Excuse me, I’m here on official business, and I need to speak with you.”

The room was small, barely 12 feet across, low ceiling, no other exits. Two polished metal poles seemed to hold up the low cave-like roof.

“I need to be clear that I’m here on behalf of the department of interior security, investigating crimes of kidnap, and all citizens are required to comply with our investigation of face divine and physical judgment.”

The furnishings were nice, stone floor covered in thick rugs, exotic drapes around the edges of the room, and one length of the room dominated by a floor to ceiling mirror. A small fire burned in a narrow hearth by the sofa the two dancers were lounging on.

“With all that in mind, I must ask you to remain seated and present any weapons you have concealed upon your…”

He paused, realising how foolish this would sound. The two performers were still in their stage costumes, more or less. Besides the shoulder-length arm-wraps and waist-high tights, they were entirely nude.

“… concealed upon your person…. or to hand.” he added, trying to sound more reasonable.

The two performers laughed, as if at some inside joke, before the one introduced as Honey answered him. “Well, that’s the first time a fan has tried a line like that! Are you trying to get in to see us without paying sweetie?”

“Uh, no. This is quite serious, and I’m not here as a fan.”

Wine shifted in her sofa, appraising him as she crossed her legs modestly, “Oh, you seemed to be enjoying yourself when I dropped by you and Cassie during the show…” she gave him a knowing grin.

“I’m undercover.” he grunted, tersely.

“Sure you are, and we’re criminal masterminds who you’ve tracked down to some shady underground lair.” Honey mocked, “You know we usually charge extra for roleplay, Darling?”

They both laughed as Maldred rolled his eyes. Ok, he hadn’t really thought about fans or customers trying something like this, it would have never occurred to him as worth trying. Especially as the penalty for impersonation was a season’s imprisonment. He hadn’t brought any identifying marks as his plan had been… he frowned. His plan was to quietly observe, not to question anyone, though it was too late to turn back now.

“I assure you, ladies, I am quite serious. Several known patrons, and one of your former employees, have all gone missing in the last few weeks, and this venue is the only thing each missing person had in common. There may be people’s lives in danger, and it is most important that we try to find them. I am simply here to ask you both a few questions. Is that clear?”

He hoped, quietly, that sounding official enough, along with the few scant details given, would be enough to at least have them take it seriously.

Honey and Wine both looked at each other, still wearing the same inside joke as they laughed. “Very well. Since you’re so cute, we’ll spare you a few minutes for free!” Honey said, shifting aside and patting the cushions between them, “Please, have a seat.”

Maldred swallowed, perhaps a little too noticeably, as he took in the sight. This wasn’t the usual investigation he was sent on. He usually handed sensitive church matters, the Priest pocketing coins from the church coffers, or the bishop with a boy on the side, he’d only been brought in on the Rifter magic investigations recently, as extra help. The raunchiest inquiry he’d had until now was a couple with a forbidden piece of literature that had a few choice illustrations. But now… he was presented with two stunningly beautiful women, still in their costumes and illusory colours (Honey still appeared somewhat pink, and Wine a deeper purple), inviting him to sit with them.

He adjusted his stance, shaking his head as calmly as he could. “Thank you, I prefer to stand. First of all, can I ask your names?”

“Oh, I’m Honey, and that’s Wine!” Honey laughed, taking a long sip of her drink, “But you already knew that. You’re not the best investigator if you can’t remember that!”

Maldred scowled, “I mean your real names. What do I call you? For example, I am detective Smithie.”

Honey, reached for an unlabelled bottle on the table beside her and topped up her drink, “Oh, we don’t mind if you call us by our stage names, after all, we like to get into character for our shows! I mean, our customers certainly like us this way, wouldn’t you?”

“I… it doesn’t matter what I think… Honey.” Maldred winced at the overly familiar name. It was hard to keep a straight face whilst calling someone an affectionate pet name like that.

The two of them giggled. They must have drunk quite a bit of that, he reasoned. Or perhaps Wine’s… enhancements, were having an effect on Honey? He was glad to be wearing the protective veil now, given how confined the small room was. He turned to Wine, who seemed to be the more sober, or at least composed, of the two.

“Wine, may I ask how long you have been working here?”

She looked over at the fireplace, and took a sip, “Oh, not long, but I’ve been a performer for as long as I can remember.”

“Me too” chirped Honey, “We’ve travelled together for forever now, but it was only about… three moons ago that we moved in here.”

“And was Miss Foucalt the person who hired you?”

The two looked at each other for a moment, before Wine answered.

“Darling, we aren’t simple employees, we are travelling artisans, as skilled in our craft as the finest smithy is in theirs. We are entirely independent, although…” she paused, pouting, “yes, it was Miss Foucalt who offered us her protection and a place to perform, though we are more than fairly compensated.”

“And we haven’t been kidnapped, have we!” chipped in Honey, twirling a lock of dark hair between her fingers.

“No, it doesn’t seem so.” Maldred nodded back at the door, “though, your door does have a lock that operates from both sides, does Miss Foucalt hold the key?”

Wine laughed, a deep, shuddering noise that filled the room, “Oh Darling, are you worried about us? How adorable!”

She reached over to a dressing table, and plucked a key from the top drawer. “We hold the only key, it’s for our privacy of course. You never know when we might want to…” she shot a playful look at Maldred, “entertain a gentleman caller.”

He was blushing a little, but he trusted the veil would hide it. “Well, uh, I’m glad to hear that”

Wine raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean… I’m glad to hear that you are free to come and go.”

“Quite” Wine smirked, taking a long sip of her drink, “Did you have any other questions, detective, besides whether the door locks?”

“Yes. Of course.” he stammered, trying to find his pace again. “As I said, people have gone missing in the last few weeks, all of them visited this establishment. I’m here following up a lead that one of those missing, a…” he paused, he didn’t want to give up too much, but Cassie had convinced him they could be trusted to help… “A captain of the city guard was seen here one night, and we believe he was receiving payments from Miss Foucalt in exchange for being overlooked by the patrols. A colleague of mine believes those payments stopped the night before he was last seen here.”

“So you think she kidnapped him?” Honey asked, a look of concern on her face as she set her drink down.

“It’s… one possibility.” Maldred answered tersely. He didn’t want to mention the other one, which he thought far more likely.

Honey crossed her legs on the sofa, turning to Wine, “You don’t think Miss Foucalt would do something like that do you?”

“Humans do terrible things to each other,” Wine sighed, “it’s quite possible.”

Wine turned to Maldred, “Perhaps if you could tell us more about the missing man, we might remember him.” She gave a slightly more restrained smirk this time, as she stood up and took a few steps towards the door, and Maldred “I do tend to get quite close to most of our patrons.”

She slipped past him, gently turning him towards her as she did so, slipping the key in the lock and turning it with a click. “You don’t want anyone walking in on us do you, Detective?”

He took a step back, getting some distance. It was a little unusual to be around people so comfortable being nude like this. He shook his head, trying not to look too bothered, “no, but I doubt you two would be in any danger. If the coin I spent to get in here was any indication, you two are worth more than the entire building.”

Wine turned back towards him, grinning, “quite a compliment, Detective, and you don’t even know the price you’d normally pay for a… private audience like this.”

“I’m sure it’s worth every crown” he joked, in a mockingly flowery tone.

Wine smirked, “You have no idea.” flicking his collar as she returned to lean on the arm of the sofa. “So, help us remember, what did your missing man look like?”

Honey hopped up to her knees, watching Maldred intently, as he pulled a small parchment book from his pocket, and flipped to his notes. “Captain Whitley, 35 years of age, male, black hair trimmed low, athletic build, scar on right cheek. Last seen 2 weeks ago entering The Fiend’s Den.”

He looked up at Honey and Wine, raising an eyebrow, inviting them to answer the unasked question.

Wine frowned, “We have quite a few guests each night, but I’m not sure if he was one of them.” She looked at Honey, “ring a cross for you?” she asked.

Honey put a slim finger to her bee-stung lips, holding eye contact with Maldred as she made a show of thinking it through. “Hmm. Scar on the right eye, black hair? I think we did see him in here” She turned to Wine, “I can’t remember exactly, do you remember the guy who we had sit on the rugs, did he have a scar on his cheek?”

Wine seemed to pause in thought, cocking her head at Honey, “He might have, it was a while ago”.

Honey sat up straighter, “I think he did! Miss Foucalt sent someone in here herself a few weeks ago, maybe it was this…” she looked back at Maldred, playing with her hair, “Captain Whitley, you said?”

Maldred nodded.

“Gosh, I really can’t remember that well, but I know the guy we had sitting on the rugs was talking about Miss Foucalt, but oh!” she pouted, “silly me, I don’t always listen to what the customers are saying, you know? Plus, they’re not usually wearing a veil so…”

Wine chuckled, “So, the lingering effects of my oils tend to make it a little harder for them to speak clearly” she pointed over at a handful of small glass bottles on the dressing table, “Still, I think Honey has a point, there was a fairly strong-willed gentleman sent in here around that time. Honey, can you remember any of what he was talking about?”

Honey shook her head.

Maldred sighed, they aren’t detectives, so it’s no surprise they’re not as observant as him. He tried to soften his posture, and make his tone come through as supportive, or at least understanding, “Honey” (he winced), “It’s really important you try to remember. Someone’s life might depend on it”

She frowned, rubbing her eyes in frustration. “I’m sorry, I’m not great at remembering things”

Wine slipped down into the seat besides her, putting an arm around her waist and giving her a surprisingly chaste hug. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure the detective is as frustrated as you are. After all, he’s come all this way and doesn’t have anything to show for it”

He gritted his teeth at the sly dig, but didn’t interrupt as Wine continued to comfort her co-star. “Remember how we’d practice some of our older shows, you know, to help recall where we were when we performed them. We can try that, would that help do you think?”

Honey nodded. Wine turned to Maldred and smiled, a warm affectionate look that set him at ease. “Could we ask a favour, Detective, to help Honey try and recall what your missing man was saying?”

He shrugged, “sure”

“Wonderful!” she jumped up in an instant, and before he knew what was happening, she had crossed the space between them, “We will obviously play ourselves, and you can play the part of our missing victim, ok?”

Maldred furrowed his brow, “sorry, what?”

Wine looked down at him, a patronising look on her face (he hadn’t noticed before that she stood a clear 3 or 4 inches taller than him), “It’s simple. Some people’s memory is… concept based, like yours. You think about something, and then you remember it. Other people’s, like Honey’s, tends to be more visual. You present someone with the same visual cues, and they remember better. Understand?”

“Not really, no” he muttered.

Wine laughed, definitely at him, and spoke slower, “Ok, all you need to do right now is sit down here” as she spoke she firmly held his shoulders and led him to forwards to the front of the sofa, and pressed down towards the floor, “and we’ll tell you what to do, just for a minute, until Honey remembers what he was talking about”

“Uh, look, do you think-” Maldred was cut off as Wine’s foot nudged the back of his knees and, coupled with the gentle pressure on his shoulders, he crumpled to his knees.

“Oops! Sorry, you’re a little clumsy on your feet Mister, are you sure that Veil is fitted properly” she winked down at him. Even so, he felt the need to check, tugging gently at the seams where they met his face.

“Fine. Just for a minute.” he said, his dissatisfaction with Wine’s actions clear in his tone.

“That’s all it takes” Wine said, smiling down, and ruffling his hair affectionately before turning and leaning back into the sofa, legs crossed once more, though she was now much closer than before.

“What now?” he asked.

Wine leaned forwards, smiling down at him, “So, Miss Foucalt brought a man in here a few weeks ago, well built…” she gave his biceps a gentle squeeze, “not unlike you, Mr detective. And she asked us to put on a very specific show for him. All she told us was…” Wine put on a sharp regional accent as she mimicked their employer’s instructions: “Zis man is very important, I want him to leave here satisfied and happy, do ze Wolds Dance for him”

Wine made a show of shifting her eyes sideways, as if in memory, “and then the man said… one moment” and leaned forwards, uncrossing her legs for a moment before her arms obstructed his… unintended, of course, view. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Say this: Look, I don’t want a striptease from your two pet sluts, we need to talk”

Maldred winced. The language wasn’t something he’d normally feel comfortable using. Wine seemed to sense his hesitation, and whispered “If you want us to help, just play your part, and we’ll play ours” before patting him on the head patronisingly and leaning back.

He sighed, and, as deadpan as he could manage, said “Look. I don’t want a… striptease-”

Wine cut him off “Oh, Honey! We weren’t just sitting here when he was brought in were we, we were… cuddling, remember?” before patting her lap.

Honey smiled absent-mindedly, “Oh, right yeah!” and turned to lie down, head resting in Wine’s lap, her legs resting languidly across the end of the sofa. “Weren’t you wearing more Oils that night Wine?”

Wine shook her head playfully and stroked Honey’s hair, “fine, but only because it’s for a good cause”. She reached over to one of the small glass bottles, pulled a stopped, and allowed a few drops of the amber oil to drop out onto her abs. She held a single finger up to Maldred, “just wait there a moment darling, and… if you have to stare, keep it up here” she pointed at her chest, laughing softly. “it’s okay darling, at that height, it’s only natural”

Maldred spluttered “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t… I wasn’t looking at your”

“Shhh, shh, it’s ok, and anyway, that’s not the line, ok, just…” she finished rubbing the oil in and rested her free hand on the armrest, and nodded to him “ok, now say it”

He shook his head, eyes firmly shut, before exhaling calmly, “Look… I don’t want a striptease from your two pet… sluts.” he winced again, “we need to talk”

Wine cooed at him, “Good, and then Miss Foucalt said… We can talk afterwards, but first, let me show you our hospitality… and then she shut the door”

“Then what?” Maldred asked, trying to sound neutral.

“Then…” Wine doubled over to whisper in Honey’s ear. Honey smiled up at her, and sat up, turning to face him. “Ooh, you’re here for the Wolds dance! We haven’t done that in so long!”

Honey gracefully lifted herself to her feet, and moved behind Maldred out of sight.

Wine spoke in a hushed tone, leaning down towards him, legs crossed with one foot resting inches from his face, “At this point, Honey locked the door, for privacy, and I allowed my oils to start working on our guest’s nervous system.” with that, she showed Maldred her palm, still visibly slick with the oil, and rubbed it into her leg, ankles and foot before him.

“His what?” he asked, matching her hushed tones. She rolled her eyes, “his mind, the oils contain an ingredient that short circuits some of the connections in his brain, making it…” she paused, in thought, “messing with his coordination, and creating a shortcut from what he hears outside to what he thinks inside”

Maldred tilted his head quizzically. Wine just snorted, “It doesn’t matter, you don’t really need to know how it works, call it a trade secret”

“…sure” he conceded. Guard training didn’t really cover alchemy and potion-making, so it was bound to go well over his head. All he needed to know was that these two would help solve his problem.

Honey returned to his field of view, chirping “door’s locked!” as she bent over to put on a pair of glittering heeled shoes. Maldred tried not to stare, but with her hips filling a good quarter of his field of view, it wasn’t easy. Wine didn’t help, staring lewdly at Honey struggling with the straps, as she lounged on the sofa, one hand between her crossed legs and moving suspiciously. She pursed her lips at Maldred, before whispering, “She knows she’s doing that, she wants you to look, it’s ok”

Maldred rolled his eyes, and then made a show of looking straight at Honey, for just a second he told himself, to prove a point… or something. She really did have an amazing figure. Despite being quite light on her feet, being this close he could see she really did have some strength and form to her, powerful muscles on show as she contorted herself into the clearly uncomfortable shoes.

She stood back up, and Maldred realised he had still been staring, as she turned to stand next to Wine. Wine continued, “At this point, Honey, you remember how you moved him towards the sofa, so he was facing the fire?”

“Right!” Honey chirped, stepping over maldred’s kneeling form as if he was a simple stool. Maldred did his best to avert his eyes, but found himself staring straight at Wine’s reclining form. Was she?

“what are you…” he gasped

“Shh” Wine hissed, “Your next line is – ‘wait, you don’t need to dance for me, just… wait ten minutes and save the trouble’. I’ll tell you when.”

Maldred bit his tongue. He was pretty sure Wine was masturbating right there in front of him, but his view was just obstructed by her forward leg that she could simply deny it. Instead of pushing the issue, he just nodded. A moment later he felt Honey’s arms slip under his own, and suddenly dragged him backwards until his back was resting on the front of the sofa, his knees still beneath him. Before he could object, he felt Wine’s hand on his head, “Say the line, officer”.

He panicked, the sudden movement, and the force with which he was moved, had thrown him. “Uh, yes, right, well, Wait, you don’t need to dance for me. Please just wait a few minutes and save yourself the trouble”

Honey stood before him, just a few feet away, one hand on a polished pole fixed into the cave ceiling above. “We don’t have to do anything, but Miss Foucalt expects you to be in here for a while. You might as well let us pass the time with you.”

Wine smiled, and whispered down to him, “I mostly stopped paying attention to him at this point.” He felt a weight settle on his shoulder, as her leg came into view, settling across his chest, “By this point they’re usually a horny, suggestible mess, incapable of talking straight.”

He grabbed her ankle and gently pushed her foot to the side, not quite succeeding in getting her leg off his shoulder, “Well, I’m… not, there. So, uh, focus on the job if you can.”

Wine mockingly poked his cheek with a sharp nail as she answered, “We always do, could you mumble a little for us?” She paused, stroking his face through the veil which seemed to scratch a little more after this long wearing it, “If you could mumble, it might help Honey remember exactly what it was our guest was talking about. And Honey, you can start now.”

Maldred considered arguing with their methods, but Cassie had said he could trust them, and that they’d want to help. It was worth sitting through a little more dancing if it helped solve the case. It seemed like a lot of work to argue with them anyway, and Honey was a pretty talented dancer. Already she had begun swaying, dipping down to the floor at points before swinging slowly back up dragging his gaze with her. She was clearly well practiced at this, at one point hooking her leg around the pole as she swung towards him, without looking back, and reaching out with an extended hand to graze his lips with her nails, before coiling backwards and springing back upright, all in the space of a second or two.

Honey frowned. “Wine, this isn’t right. He’s mumbling and sat in front of you, but… I think you had both legs around him? And his shirt was off.” she nodded curtly.

Wine chuckled, as Maldred felt the weight of her other leg settle across his other shoulder. He gulped nervously as he felt her weight shifting, her thighs tensing for a moment around his neck as he felt her leaning forwards. “How about it, Detective, are you embarrassed by your body?”

He snorted, “No, but…”

“Good!” Wine interrupted, as she gave him a firm squeeze with her legs and released him, reaching down to lift his arms up. Too late it occurred to him to fight it as he felt the warm air of the room across his stomach and his veil and vest being pulled straight up away from him. He clutched at them for a moment until he felt Wine’s thighs close around him again, the warmth and slightly floral scent embracing him as surely as her muscles were, until he relaxed and let the clothing slip through his grasp. “Good boy.” Wine whispered as she gave him another gentler squeeze and threw his clothes to the floor.

“That’s better!” Honey chirped, before he could protest, and resumed her dance.

Maldred couldn’t take his eyes off the performance, but he still wanted to object to the overly familiar treatment, he knew they were just trying to help, and he knew they needed this, but something still felt a little wrong about it. He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and tried to focus, even as Honey swept her legs in broad circles before him, “Wine, I’m not sure this is-”

She cut him off abruptly, putting one hand over his mouth, he could feel her sharp nails ever so slightly digging into the hollow of his cheek, “Shh. You don’t want to distract her, she’s trying to remember what our guest was saying, just keep mumbling for me.”

Maldred tried to say: “I don’t think it’s working”, but through her hand he only heard mumbling. Wine squeezed him once more and whispered once more, “Good boy.” as Honey seemed to slowly flip over on the spot until her legs twisted upwards around the pole, her bright eyes taking in the sight of his restrained form. Her mouth made a sharp ‘O’ shape as she spoke excitedly, “That’s right! He said something here! Oh what was it…!?”

Maldred paused arguing, it seemed like he might finally get some useful information from these two.

Honey, flipped back upright, and sauntered over to him, setting her feet either side of his kneeling form. She ruffled his hair and dropped down suddenly, landing heavily in his lap, as she cooed at him, “Oh what was that baby? What did you say?”

Maldred raised an eyebrow, Wine gave him another firm squeeze, prompting him to answer, but kept her hand held firmly over his mouth. He mumbled back, not really trying to form any proper words, since it was clearly futile.

Honey seemed pleased, her face brightening, “That’s right! It is stronger when you’re close, she’s incapacitating you! You’re being softened up, to make an easier target”

Wine whispered in his ear, “at this point, he started struggling, to try and get up, would you be so kind and do the same”

The instruction didn’t really register with Maldred clearly, given how focused he was on Honey resting her hips across his legs, but he tried to stand up anyway, his arms trying to pull Wine’s legs apart. He felt her muscles tense around his neck, easily resisting his feeble efforts. He tried to lift his legs from the kneeling pose, but Honey leaned her weight forwards, pressing his undeniably erect cock against his waist as she bore down on him.

Honey Cooed down at him once more, “Who? Who are you going to tell, hmm? Nobody will believe you, you know?”

Maldred frowned, this felt wrong, he wasn’t hearing what his victim was saying, but it sounded like he was accusing Honey of something, or maybe Wine. But the waitress said he could trust them, maybe Miss Foucalt had entered the room by that point?

His mind fought against a tide of arousal, and warmth, and a steadily creeping sense of vertigo or dizziness as he tried to piece the information together. Something was wrong about this, the overwhelming sensations and dulled senses. Wine’s warmth and scent almost suffocating as she continued to clamp down around his neck, forcing him to take short sharp breaths as the veil seemed to scratch against his face, now on both sides, and against his lips.

Honey began to gently roll her hips in his lap, tilting her head to hold eye contact as Maldred felt the panic rising. The door was locked, there was nobody else in here. It was just the Victim, Honey, and Wine.

Honey continued, “Constable Sansha? Oooh, who’s that? And what are you going to tell him anyway? That Miss Foucalt bribed you to send your teams here after hours? Or maybe…” she ground herself more firmly against him now, grinning a sharp-toothed grin, “…or maybe you want to tell him how you debased yourself at our feet… how we made you cum your brains out without even touching you? Hmm?”

The gears in Maldreds head turned heavily, as if his head had been filled with sticky honey. He saw his reflection in the wall length mirror beside him, pinned beneath this wafer-like dancer and the figurative goddess of Wine behind him, shirtless, with just a patchy veil to protect him, as Honey leaned in, grabbing his chin sharply, her nails digging into him as she peered angrily at him. “What do you mean you already told Sansha?”

Wine broke character for a moment, winking at him, and grinning, before flipping back to the, somewhat terrifying expression of anger.

The gears clicked into place. The missing victim already suspected something, and then he let slip to these two and then… Maldred looked at the mirror again. His veil. He could see imperfections in the reflection of it, by his cheek, over his mouth, and at his jawline. He dimly looked down at Honey’s other hand, confirming his fears. Her nails were sharp, sharp enough to pierce the veil perhaps? Maybe not completely, he felt tipsy, but nowhere near as bad as he had in the lounge. Perhaps just sharp enough to pierce a few larger holes in the weave?

He reached for his dagger, in the hidden sheathe at his ankle. Honey simply continued rolling her hips in his lap, as Wine began playing with his hair. Fuck, no dagger, she must have lifted it from him like in the performance. He had a concealed blade in his belt, but there was no getting it with Honey pressing down on him like this. He tried to focus, he needed a plan, he needed a weapon.

“Please” he mumbled through Wine’s palm. She lifted her hand, stroking his nose, “What was that, Darling? Have you figured it out, hmmm?”

He nodded, despite the gently tugging on his hair, “Please, let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

Honey and Wine both laughed.

“Oh Darling, we know you won’t. You want to stay here with us, don’t you?” Wine cooed, as Honey lifted her weight a little and softened her movements.

Maldred turned the idea over in his mind. Right now, it sounded good. He looked down at the outline of his cock, straining up against his trousers. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, he could get his concealed blade, and stay here with… No. Just the blade. Get the blade and get out to raise the alarm.

He moaned as Honey lowered herself more firmly, and nodded, “Please, pants off, let me…” and began fumbling for his trousers. He was pretty sure they would believe he wanted this, after all, he was pretty sure he wanted it too.

He screwed his eyes shut. Focus, had to focus.

Wine laughed, “Of course, Darling. Honey, let the poor boy undress, he must feel so… restricted” she said, crossing her legs across his chest. “Go ahead, you want to undress for me”.

Maldred felt it, the tingle of intention when she said that. Some of the drugs were definitely slipping through. It was almost like had decided he was going to undress, just for a moment, before his conscious mind caught up. He had to get out of here, at least until he could repair the veil.

Honey sat up, brazenly stroking her labia right in front of his face. He found himself staring, before Wine snapped him out of it with a sharp tug on his hair. “Do you need us to do it for you, Hmm?”.

He shook his head, this was his chance. In one quick motion, he lifted his hips, unclipped his belt, and yanked sharply on the thicker end, freeing the short blade. Honey recoiled, throwing herself back as he swung it towards her stomach. Honey’s legs slipped away as he tried to turn it on her, and he found himself stumbling to his feet, tiny dagger swinging wildly.

Honey hissed at him, throwing herself out of his reach, as he reached the door, still swinging.

Locked. Fuck.

Wine sat, cross legged, on the sofa, an amused smirk on her face. “Ooh, I like this one. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste him.”

“Keep… keep waiting.” He spluttered, trying to take breaths of the clearer air at the door, “Where’s the key?”

Honey reached for the desk, and showed him the small brass key, held up between her fingers. “This key? Yours if you can take it!” she giggled, quickly slipping the key into the back of her thigh-high stockings.

Maldred swallowed, perhaps more obviously than he intended. He was a pretty good fighter, in tight quarters too, but this was… not what he was used to. He gripped the small blade tighter, settling the butt into his palm and the beam between two fingers, making a fist with the short blade sticking out. “I’m not… I’m not messing around. You could get seriously hurt. Just… throw me the key.”

Wine laughed, an unsettling, deep laugh, “Oh, this I have to see. Go ahead, I won’t intervene, try your best soldier-boy!”, before picking up her drink from earlier.

Honey was now pacing back and forth watching him, a spring in her step. Maldred wasn’t sure if it was overconfidence, or a scare tactic. She’d moved him fairly easily earlier when he wasn’t fighting, but he was pretty sure that was just a dancer’s physique. He was a brawler, able to take a hit and keep pummelling someone, it didn’t matter if they could handle a little dead weight, he was more than a match for either one. Maldred still fancied his chances two against one, but with the drugs in the air he’d take any advantage he could get.

“Your funeral.” he bragged, hoping they might cut their losses early.

They just laughed, sharing an in-joke once again.

Maldred shrugged, their mistake.

He fixed his stance, off-hand leg forwards, dominant-hand leg to the rear, a shoulder-width apart, just like in training. Steady steps forwards, as Honey stopped pacing, hand on cocked hips, one raised eyebrow, “Really? Ugh, you have no sense of theatre” she sighed.

Two steps away, he made his move, he dashed forwards, twisting at the hip, right shoulder forwards, arm forwards, fist and blade aimed to plunge straight through Honey’s… shoulder (‘decide your target before you swing’ he thought to himself).

He plunged forwards, bracing for the impact, only to stumble through empty air. Maldred cursed his hesitance as he felt Honey’s knee slam into the outside of his leg, knocking him off balance as he caught himself on the far wall. “That’s what I get for aiming for a shoulder” he muttered, turning with his arms up to block.

Honey simply stood there, that same overconfident smirk on her face. Not making a move. He tested his weight on the bruised leg, and advanced again, not feeling entirely steady on his feet. Honey took a step or two back towards the pole she’d been dancing on, before taking a proper stance, hands on hips as if inviting an attack.

“Center Mass” Maldred thought, as he glanced at Wine. She was sipping her drink, no threat right now, besides the passive danger of the fumes or oils she wore. Honey was the danger right now. Three paces out, don’t rush it. He stepped forwards confidently, planning to open with a quick jab to find the mark, then move in with the knife. One pace, now. He propelled his left fist forwards, straight towards Honey’s head, fully expecting her to block it.

Instead, his fist met air once more, as Honey slipped towards his left. He twisted his torso to follow her, throwing the bladed fist forwards only to miss once more, as Honey deftly ducked beneath his arm, playfully batting his wrist with her open palm.

Maldred gritted his teeth, spinning on his toes as he threw himself forward once more, grunting with the effort as he tried to jab even faster, only for Honey to leap backwards once more.

He cursed, panting, “Stop fucking running and fight me then!”

Wine laughed from her vantage point behind them, “She is… And I think she’s winning so far…”

Maldred shot her an annoyed look, trying not to pay too much attention to what she was obviously doing there, before focusing on Honey.

Again and again he threw himself, from every angle he could manage, with jabs, hooks, and punishing crosses, but with every thrown punch Honey simply ducked and weaved away from him, leading him around the room again and again, never making contact except to playfully bat his wrist, his arm, the back of his head, his cheek. Honey seemed to effortlessly avoid his strikes, toying with him as he slowly tired himself out.

This wasn’t working, she was making him do all the work, whilst the tainted air slowly filtered through the damaged veil, dulling his senses. The taunts stung almost as much as her playful slaps in return, but pulled him onwards. He had to win, he wasn’t going to be outsmarted, out manouevred, out-fought by some stage performer.

Wine mocked him as he fought, encouraging him onwards, promising him that he’d connect eventually if he just kept following. It was if they were dancing now, as if each dodge was matched in perfect sync with his own lunge, until he wasn’t sure which was coming first. He’d see Honey step around him and follow, drawn by his tired arms into the space she had been in.

After just a minute of this, Maldred started to feel his muscles complaining. The veil was good at blocking most of Wine’s toxins, but it made it hard to breathe as well as he needed to if he was going to keep this up. He could feel himself getting slower, and Honey seemed to notice it too, becoming more confident with each missed strike, lingering that little longer before him, posing just a moment longer in her obscenely revealing ‘costume’, before slipping around him.

He wasn’t winning.

Maldred paused, trying to catch his breath, only to feel something wet on his lower back. He spun in confusion, realising he had stopped with his back to Wine. Looking over his shoulder, she simply grinned up, brandishing a small blade, and a long slice of what looked like his jacket and shirt in her other hand. She smirked up at him, “Just trying to make you more comfortable, you look so warm. Wouldn’t it be easier to fight if you weren’t so damned hot, hmm?”

Maldred could feel it, the suggestion racing straight to his muscles, his jacket falling off his shoulders before he caught it. “No, I… I think” he tried to argue out of principle, before mulling it over. They were nude before him, no armour, and neither had tried to use a weapon on him… the heat might be intentional, an advantage they were using against him. He shrugged, and his jacket and shirt slipped off. Wine tugged at his waistband with a probing finger, “Are you shy, Officer? Is your modesty really so important that you’d risk getting captured?”

He was more prepared this time, but even so his hands had moved to his clasp before he caught them. “To me, yes.” he tried to say with gravitas, even if it came out quieter than he would’ve liked.

Wine laughed up at him, “it’s your funeral…” then looking around behind him, she nodded. He realised too late again that he had turned his back on Honey this time, as he felt a solid impact hit between his shoulder blades, throwing him off balance, and tumbling forwards towards the sofa. He collapsed, the air forced out of his lungs. He landed, his fall softened by Wine who sat, legs spread, entirely unconcerned as he collapsed against her chest and midriff, his knees settling to the floor below him.

Maldred scrambled to get up, his arms sinking into the soft furnishings as wine laughed at his predicament. “There’s no rush Darling, take a moment to catch your breath.”

Maldred did, the exotic scent much stronger at this distance, smothering that little voice that screamed for him to get up, to run. It took a few moments before he noticed the suggestion for what it was, Wine’s voice. Before he could rally his willpower, he was listening to her again, “Relax, you can stay here a moment, she wouldn’t attack whilst you’re… exposed like this.”

He frowned, that didn’t sound right, he wasn’t exposed, he was just catching his breath. He coughed slightly, the strange smell tickling his nose now as he felt Wine stroking his jawline. “Such troublesome little things these veils, it’s so hard to be physical when you can barely breathe, isn’t it?” she asked, softly. Maldred nodded, she was right, he felt far too warm, far too tired. He knew Honey was behind him, waiting for him to get up, but as long as he stayed here, his head resting in the safety of Wine’s chest, he was safe. She was whispering something to him, but he had missed it, whilst thinking about Honey behind him. He tried to pay attention to the whispers, but it was hard work as her fingers kept drawing his attention away from the gentle noise, gently teasing up the edges of the veil before letting the magical force pull it back down against his skin once more.

The sensation was pretty distracting, but a quiet voice in his head told him it was ok to ignore everything else for now, that he was safe as long as he was resting here. Maldred realised his hands had already moved, slipping his trousers down past his waist before he realised he hadn’t meant to do that. He furrowed his brow, staring up at Wine’s adoring, cooing face above him. If he hadn’t meant to do that, it meant one of them had suggested it. Wine seemed to notice his resistance, and leaned back, tangling her hands into his hair as she held him gently but securely against her stomach. This was right where she had dripped the oil across her abs, he realised, not quite sure why that was a bad thing as he relaxed a little further again.

His head was spinning pleasantly now, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, as he felt his own hands in the waistband of his underwear, allowing himself to wriggle out of it as Wine poured encouragement and praise down on him. It was hard to think through the constant stream of praise. Every time she called him a “good boy”, he felt it in his core, a warm glow of adoration that flooded his whole sense of being. It was like, just by saying it, she made him good. And every time he tried to move his arms to lift himself back up, she would praise him for being so docile, and so he was.

Somewhere, deep down, Maldred was slowly realising what was happening, but it was taking longer and longer each time to fight off the suggestion and assert his own will. He dimly knew he still needed to get up. He knew that, for whatever reason, he needed to get the key and leave. It was just… so hard to focus on that when every other second his brain short circuited and wiped out whatever thought he was trying to focus on. Every time Wine spoke, his willpower evaporated.

He needed to stop her from talking.

He heard Honey behind him laughing cruelly. It seemed like Honey had come to the same conclusion as she mocked him, “Poor boy can’t help but listen to a pretty lady, can he? He gets all confused and obedient doesn’t he?”

Maldred nodded before he really thought about it, but it was enough of a taunt to drive him to action. He reached up, with just one hand (the other was now holding his cock, like good boys do when they’re told to, he reasoned distantly), and managed to reach Wine’s neck. He winced inwardly. He didn’t want to resort to violence against someone who had just been persuasive. Wine didn’t seem alarmed, instead stroking his cheek and teasing him, “Oh, look at the fight in you! You’re so adorable… I think… fighting turns you on, doesn’t it? The more you fight, the harder you get. The more you try to hurt me, the more you want to fuck me, isn’t that right?”

Maldred’s subconscious recoiled in horror, even as he felt his cock going hard as he tried to cut her off. His hand clamped around her throat, firmly but cautiously clamping down where her arteries should be. He grunted with the effort, still dimly aware that he was stroking himself harder now, almost desperately. Wine, much to his horror, didn’t look alarmed at all. In fact, she seemed to moaning, or trying to, as he felt the deep vibration against his hands, and against his chest, and against his hips as her thighs slowly closed around him.

‘Fuck’ he thought to himself, not sure if that was a curse or a wish.

For the first time in several minutes, Maldred realised the suggestions had stopped, neither of the two were… teasing him, or calling him a good boy, or telling him what to do with his hands. So… why was he still stroking himself. He needed time to think, he reasoned, trying to look at Honey behind him. “Give me the key or…. or I’ll squeeze harder.” he grunted, his head spinning so much more now as he felt Wine’s fingertips teasing over his lips as he spoke.

“This key?” Honey snorted, swanning around to stand behind Wine as she plucked the key from her stocking and showed it off to him.

“Yes, that… fucking key” he spat, trying not to slump forwards into Wine’s chest as he spoke.

Honey put a finger to her lips and smirked, “Sure thing! Except…” she paused, “Except I don’t think you will squeeze harder, will you?”

Maldred lifted his tired body up, pushing Honey’s head further back into the sofa. He barely suppressed an embarrassing moan as he felt something hot and wet against his cock, not daring to break eye contact with Honey to look. He tried to sound menacing, “I could break her fucking throat”. He felt his cock throb, much to his horror, as he said it.

“mmmmm, and I’d love to watch” Honey smirked, leaning over them both now, “but I bet you remember what Wine said last, don’t you?”

The words were still echoing in his head, of course he remembered.

“She said…” Honey lowered her voice, a surprisingly convincing imitation of Wine, “The more you try to hurt me, the more you want to fuck me.”

Maldred couldn’t suppress it this time, a deep moan escaping before being caught by Wine’s teasing fingers at his mouth. He felt her ankles interlocking behind his back as he stroked himself harder now, the threat alone seeming to be enough to trigger Wine’s suggestion.

“But…” Honey leaned over him now, stroking his hair, as Wine continued slipping her hand between the Veil and his face, letting more and more tainted air in. “But… think about it… what happens if you let her go… she’ll just plant another suggestion into that lovely pliable little brain of yours… its so easy now…” Honey paused, seeming to think for a second, “You want to take off the veil, it’s catching fire!” she chirped, excitedly. As if by magic, he felt and saw the flames, and in a panic, clawed it off of his face, throwing it away.

He was so confused now, taking a moment to really be sure which hand he’d used. He looked up, past Wine’s firm breasts, to confirm he still had her in his grip… and vice versa, her thighs around his waist reminded him.

“You see!” Honey laughed, “But Wine’s so much better at it than I am… could you imagine what she could do to you when you’re like this?”

He shook his head dimly, trying to focus on his free hand as Honey continued.

“Exactly, you couldn’t think twice about it right now… I mean…” Honey hopped up to lie along the back of the sofa, brazenly stroking her clit, “if she told you… for example, you were a puppet on strings, you would believe her, wouldn’t you?”

Maldred nodded, before he could really think of the answer. “I guess so” he conceded, after a moment. He tried to focus on his free hand, but Wine drew his attention away as she shifted her waist harder against him. He reflexively squeezed on her throat, only to find himself mindlessly rolling his hips against her now. He had to get some distance, he had to…He slipped his free hand between them, finding in an instant her pussy beneath his fingers.

“oooh, you’re such a giving lover! Go ahead then, use your fingers, you want to make her feel good don’t you!” Honey commanded unsubtly, laughing a moment later as Maldred dimly realised he had started stroking her slick folds already. It was taking him so long now to try and notice the suggestion, nevermind trying to fight it. Wine had been far more subtle, like a predator carefully laying a trap, leading her prey into it before slowly encircling them and striking… but Honey was far less subtle. Her suggestions were obvious, Maldred tried to assess his position, even as he felt Wine arch her back, her chest now pressing against his face and immersing him in the slick oils that he could feel sticking to his skin.

An idea struck him. Honey wasn’t subtle, and it was obvious where she was going to take this. As long as Wine couldn’t talk… couldn’t melt him away to nothing with her adoring praise, he could play Honey. He moaned, making a show of it, driving his fingers deeper as he felt Wine’s hips buck against him. He tried to focus on a point, the very tip of Honey’s forward leg, where she had stashed the key.

“Aww, poor Boy is getting carried away isn’t he?”

Maldred nodded, still trying to unsubtly focus on Honey, as he tried to keep her on the back foot, “I’ve…always been giving, I just… didn’t think it would be Wine that I gave myself to”

Honey raised an eyebrow, a lecherous smile on her face, “Oh really? And why did you think I would even let you touch me, hmm?”

She asked him a question, and he had to answer, even as he fought to try and pull his answer the way he wanted. “You’re so impressive, the way you tied my legs in the bar, the way you fight”

Maldred moaned as he felt Wine’s hand on his cock suddenly, stroking him forcefully as he pressed his own palm harder against her, two fingers slipping deep insider to hook around against her slick walls. He felt her shudder around him, as he fought to continue, “Even before she drugged me, I would have knelt before you, just for a taste…” he bit his lip, trying not to overdo it. He didn’t want to make it too obvious.

Honey turned to face him, her hips resting behind Wine’s head on the sofa, one hand stroking her partner’s hair playfully. “Is that so?” Honey smirked.

Maldred let himself flick his eyes, with faux subtletly, at her foot once more, praying inwardly that she’d think she caught him out.

He tried to gauge her reaction as he felt pressure against his palm on Wine’s throat. She was trying to speak. As subtly as he could manage, he pressed down again, as Wine’s earlier suggestion flared into life in his head, blocking out almost everything else for a moment as he gasped and collapsed against her chest as it rose to meet him. In a blur, he realised he was thrusting ineffectually with his hips, the head of his cock brushing the back of his own hand as he continued to drive his fingers gently but firmly against Wine’s hot flesh.

It took a second before Maldred realised his plan had worked… partially, as he felt a new sensation pressing against his lips. He looked up, along the length of Honey’s stockings, past Wine’s flushed face, and to Honey’s triumphant smile. “Open your mouth, boy” she commanded, and before he could even choose to agree, he had already acted. “If you’re so giving, show me, rather than telling me”.

Maldred wasn’t sure if it was just his excitement at his plan working, the effect of some earlier suggestion, or if he was just getting carried away, but he almost attacked Honey’s stockinged foot with his enthusiasm. He felt like a thirsty man in a desert finally being allowed to taste the object of his desire. Honey seemed to be enjoying it too, her eyes closing at she pressed harder, pinning his tongue to the floor of his jaw painfully before letting it go. It was only after a few moments of this that Maldred remembered to look for the key, clearly seeing the impression of it against her firm skin, high up her leg still.

He moaned loudly, as he felt Wine quiver beneath him. Somewhere, dimly he knew this was a sign that at least one of his hands was working, though he worried his grip on her throat might be too tight. Honey interrupted his attempt at caution, mocking him again, “Is that all you have, I know you can go harder than that… go on, try and hurt me…”

The suggestion sank in instantly, as he clamped his jaw down around Honey’s muscles, confusion brimming as his teeth failed to break through the seemingly thin stocking material. Whatever this was, he wasn’t going to tear it. Wine’s earlier suggestion flared into life with each attempted bite, unable to stop himself he nearly threw himself against Wine, feeling his cock slipping across the top of his hands to leave Wine’s stomach slick with the proof of his growing need.

He swore, under his breath, and against Honey’s greedy advances, as he felt Wine starting to claw at his hand around her throat. He wasn’t squeezing any harder, but he knew it was enough that she’d eventually pass out… The thought sent a shiver down his spine, even as his hips continued to thrust mindlessly, and still ineffectually, against Wine.

Honey seemed oblivious, her head arched back, the outline of the key as clear as day in the firelight. Honey moaned down “Fuck, you’re so goddamn Good at this!”

Maldred smiled inwardly, as he felt the praise briefly blanking out his plan. When his conscious mind surfaced again, he realised Wine had stopped trying to pull his hand away from her throat, she was fiddling with something on the side table, obscured from his view, but distinctive enough by sound. He saw her hands return, at the edge of his vision, as she emptied an entire glass bottle of the oil out across her hands, the excess spilling out across her chest and dripping down quickly to smear across Maldred’s chin.

It was like… pure alcohol in the air, just a taste, but enough to make his eyes roll back. He felt Wine’s hands return to work now, and saw them, as she hurriedly massaged the slick oils into Honey’s foot before him, the slick fingers easily slipping into his mouth and wiping globs of the strange substance off.

Honey was watching with interest, as the oils immediately hit him. His body began to slip away from him, first his extremities, his hands felt distant, almost disconnected, his feet and legs felt numb, barely there. He saw his hand on her throat tensing up as he tried to move it, but couldn’t feel it. His whole body felt weak as he found himself slumping against Wine again. He needed to do something now, but it was like moving through a dream. Then he heard Honey, asking a question, but not to him. “Do you want him to fuck you, baby?”

Wine nodded urgently.

Maldred flinched, which didn’t go unnoticed by Honey. “Oh, I think he heard you too…”

Honey wasn’t keeping him flooded with suggestions like Wine had. Wine was the real danger here. Maldred braced himself for what was coming, the deluge of mind-numbing toxins were slowly stripping what little willpower he had left, he focused on the key. The tiny outline. As soon as he had it, he could run for the door, he could get out of here.

He could…

Honey leaned down, a cold malice in her voice as she spoke. “Listen carefully… you want to fuck her, and you don’t want to stop”

The suggestion completely filled Maldred’s being. His fingers slipped out of Wine, and without a hint of self preservation, he brought his cock head to her entrance, as her legs wrapped hard around his back, pulling at him. She could have forced him inside like this, even if he wasn’t drugged. But he was, and Maldred gasped as he felt himself slide deep inside of her, resting for a moment, as if waiting for some approval, before both of their hips began to move. Maldred wasn’t honestly sure who was doing it, but the sensations quickly drowned any questions or concerns, as he moaned in ecstasy. He felt his other hand on her throat slipping, but it was hard to care when she had him immersed in a world of mind-numbing sensation and drugged bliss.

Honey laughed cruelly down at him, mocking him, “Where is all your swagger and fight now, huh?”

A light flicked on in his head. He had swagger, he had fight. He just needed to get the key. As he chanced a look up, spotting the outline of it once more, wine wrapped her arms around his head and pulled. Everything went dark, as he felt his hand slip from Wine’s throat, instead holding onto her shoulder like a drowning man clings to a life raft.

He heard Wine gasping, even between pleasured moans, as she slowed her own movements down, no longer urgent, but now more… insistent.

Maldred only had a few moments to make a move before she caught her breath. He just needed to get the key. Honey’s strongly worded command still swallowed any thoughts of actually escaping before they reached the surface, but Maldred remembered he had fight, that he wanted to hold the key.

He pawed at Honey’s calves, pulling at her, as he felt her relent and lay her leg across his back. He could feel it, the sharp point of the key behind his ear. Honey stroked one of his hands, gently guiding him further up, past Wine’s shoulder, stretching to the limits of his reach until he felt something else slick and warm once more. “Show me what you can do” Honey moaned, releasing his hand as the suggestion took over.

Every time he thought he was getting the upper hand, something would break his concentration. Wine’s hands around his own neck came next, clamping threateningly around it, as she wiped more and more of the debilitating oils off across his slackening face.

Wine was coming back to her senses. He slipped the key as deftly as he could manage from Honey’s stocking, though he couldn’t see if they noticed it. His world right now was an overwhelming cacophony of sensation. The smell of Wine’s body mixing with the oils, the heat of their arousal, the pressure of Wine’s legs and hand holding him there, as Honey humped his immobilised dominant hand somewhere above him. The slick, demanding pressure of Wine’s pussy milking him now, a deliberate, demanding pressure as she let him pull out just an inch before driving him back into her with her legs. Maldred was in Heaven, and he had the key in his hand. He could leave any time he wanted.

He heard the thought again as it settled into his mind.

And again.

And again, in Wine’s voice.

And again, was it his own?

“You can leave any time you want. But right now, you want to keep fucking me, don’t you?”

Maldred couldn’t bring himself to answer, only managing to moan as Wine rolled her hips against him, sitting more upright now.

“That’s right. You could leave any time you wanted, so you can choose to stay, just a little longer, ok?”

Maldred nodded dimly, as Wine smeared more oil across his face, her fingers spreading it across every inch, slick oils forming a film across his gaping mouth, which burst with a loud pop as he tried to breathe in. Wine’s hips continued to roll against him as he felt her other hand stroking his clenched fist around the key.

“So… if you don’t want to leave… if you want me to fuck you… if you want to be guided down to the floor”

As she spoke, Maldred felt the world tipping around him, as everything she said just… became true, before he could even consider the possibility that it wasn’t. He felt the soft rug at his back as she described it.

“If you want me to gently guide your cock back inside me, trapped beneath me”

Maldred gasped as he felt it happening, unable to tell if it was really happening, or if he was just so drugged that it felt real.