The Gingerbread Dungeon (2 page)

“Escape,” the prince sighed, seeming to look into a world that no one else could see. “That sounds nice.”

Adamantium touched his cheek gently to bring his attention back to the Satyr and her. “Would you like to join me?”

“For a drink?” the prince said.

“Well, I suppose we could do that too,” Adamantium responded, and flicking a meaningful glance over her shoulder led her new companion to an empty corner booth.

The prince and Adamantium did drink, and talk, for what seemed like hours. Words stormed between them, on topics as diverse as politics, esoteric fighting styles, and the best plants to grow in mountainous areas that were highly susceptible to drought. The vast bulk of the conversation, however, was on the nature of the activities that took place at the Satyr’s Staff.

They talked about the people who liked whips and those aforementioned heavy steel chains. They talked about the people who liked to play with the power they were not allowed, or could not escape, in the rigid class structure of the world outside. They talked about people who simply longed to touch and be touched in ways that most individuals could never imagine desiring until finally the prince asked, “But how do they know?”

“Know what?”

“That one of them is interested in hurting, while the other one is interested in being hurt? Or that someone likes to watch while someone else wants to be observed?”

“There are signals,” Adamantium replied. “Someone who wears their whip on the left the way you do is saying they want to wield it, while someone who wears it on their right…”

“I just do this because I’m right handed,” the prince said, with surprise, reaching for the whip that was coiled around his left shoulder.

“Oh,” said Adamantium.

Catching her disappointed tone, the prince quickly responded, “Not that I don’t. I mean, I do. I mean… you want me to?”

“Why do you think I came up to you?”

“Oh.”

“Yes. ‘Oh,’” Adamantium replied and, smiling, rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “I must be losing my touch.”

“No,” the prince said, leaning across the table to take her chin in his hand and turn her face back toward him. “You were just angling for mine. Yes?” His fingers caressed her cheek.

“Oh yes,” Adamantium responded. “Would you like to get a room?”

The prince pushed himself up from the table and laughed. “Lead the way, beautiful, lead the way.”

Adamantium led the prince to a small quiet room in the back of the second floor, which was decorated with a bed, a chair, and a collection of metal rings mortared into the brick wall.

After taking off his sword belt and slinging it over the back of the chair, the prince turned back to Adamantium, and began to uncoil his whip. “Am I correct in my understanding that you would like me to use this on you?” he asked.

“As a matter of fact,” she responded, “you are.”

“Well then...” Taking one end of the whip in each hand, the prince used it to push Adamantium back up against the wall. “I think you are wearing far too much clothing. You should do something about that.”

Adamantium’s eyes flashed black as she responded, “Yes, sir!” Then she held his gaze with her own as he stepped back so that she could remove her garments.

“Lovely,” the prince said, as his companion slowly peeled her leathers off under his gaze. Without clothing, Adamantium’s body was just as beautiful as he’d imagined it would be. She was all lean lines, dusky skin, and muscle. He ran his finger slowly down her sternum, and over her firm abdomen, before stopping just above the dark triangle of hair he found there. He stepped in closer to whisper in her ear, “Turn around.” When she did, he pushed her upper body forward so that she was leaning with her arms pressed up against the wall.

The first stroke of the whip fell gently across Adamantium’s back, making her sigh. She made small happy noises as the whip continued to fall, pop after pop slowly coloring her skin a soft red.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” the prince asked, with a smile in his voice, taking pleasure in watching the beautiful woman writhe and gasp under his attentions.

“You’re very good with that whip,” Adamantium responded.

“Thank you,” the prince replied, and began to hit her harder, so that her gasps turned into soft cries of pain and her back slowly became covered with a series of thin red stripes, with deeper circles forming where the knot impacted more sharply on her flesh.

The beating continued until the prince noticed that Adamantium’s knees were starting to sag, and then he brought her over to the bed and laid her across his knee, running his hands over the heated skin of her back, and as his hand passed over her ass he felt her pressing up into it.

“You still want more?” he asked, and smiled as she nodded and pressed closer into him, the feeling of her warm naked body on his lap causing a surge of arousal.

Running his palm gently over her ass one more time, the prince then raised his hand and brought it back down with a hard smack, making her jump under him. He repeated the procedure a few more times, stroking her ass gently with his hand and then surprising her with a smack, before simply giving in to his desire and spanking her with his bare hand until both it, and her ass, were hot and red.

When he let his hand wander lower, between her legs, he found that Adamantium was dripping with desire. “You do like that, don’t you?” he asked, gently using his fingers to spread the wetness up and down her lower lips, before slowly pushing one finger inside.

Adamantium moaned and said, “Oh yes,” enjoying the combination of sensations – the heat and pain on her back and ass, the growth of his arousal she felt pressed into her stomach, and the pleasure of his hand where it moved between her legs.

“Do you know you have a birthmark in the shape of a crown right here?” the prince asked as he bent to place a kiss in the hollow of her back.

“Yeah, stupid fairy blessings,” Adamantium replied distractedly, enjoying the sense of arousal that the prince’s ministrations were spreading throughout her body. “In my kingdom all true born royal children have them somewhere. I was lucky, I suppose. My great aunt Cardamom apparently had hers in the middle of her forehead. Personally, I think that seems a bit obvious, even for the crown princess. AGH!” she squeaked indignantly as she suddenly found herself dumped unceremoniously on the floor. “What the hell?”

The prince had stepped over her naked body and was backing away from her with a look of horror on his face. “No way. No how,” he said. “I do not do princesses.”

“Oh for goodness sake,” Adamantium responded. “You’re going to walk away from what was shaping up to be some really hot sex simply because I have royal blood?”

“Yes!” the prince responded. “Princesses are… well… they’re nothing but trouble!”

Adamantium rolled onto her hands and knees and looked seductively up at him. “I hate to point this out,” she purred,” but just a few minutes ago you seemed to be really into my kind of… trouble”

“Princesses are dull,” he squeaked as she began to kiss her way up his leg. “They don’t know how to do anything! They can’t talk about anything other than embroidery!”

“So our discussion about the best way to disarm a left handed opponent when he has a broadsword and you’re stuck with only two daggers and a leather cloak was just a figment of my imagination?” she asked quietly, unlacing his codpiece and planting a kiss at the base of his rapidly hardening penis.

“Um,” the prince found himself holding onto his own hands to keep from using them to encourage her attentions.

“And I don’t know how to
do
anything?” Adamantium asked, licking slowly along the underside of his cock. “Well, I guess if you want me to stop, that would be the princessly thing to do.” She sat back on her knees to look at him.

“You…” The prince was breathing hard, “are not like any other princess I’ve ever met.”

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Adamantium couldn’t resist stroking her tongue along his cock one more time. “Or does that mean you’re going to let me suck this gorgeous cock of yours into my mouth and then fuck me so hard I can’t walk?”

“To hell with it,” the prince said. “So you’re a princess? So what? How big a mistake can this be?”  And with that, he fisted both hands into the luscious curls of her hair and shoved his cock deep into her throat.

Adamantium moaned around his cock, running her tongue along the ridge of the head before once again sucking him deep. As he began to slowly fuck her face, she concentrated on relaxing her throat so that she could swallow him as far as possible.

“God, but you’re good at that,” the prince said, looking down at the beautiful young woman who knelt before him with her eyes closed and her mouth wrapped tightly around his manhood. “Would you mind terribly if I let myself come like this?” Holding her hair more tightly in his hands, he pushed so deeply into her throat that she gagged. “I’m sure I could make it up to you somehow.”

Adamantium resumed sucking his cock with such frenzy, that it was clear what her answer was. For the next few minutes the room was full of soft, wet noises as the prince continued to fuck her throat until finally, pulling her mouth so tightly against him that she couldn’t breathe, he came.

The prince enjoyed the feeling of her gasping and swallowing around his cock for a moment, and then pulled out and stepped back. “Now for you,” he said and, picking her up, carried her back to the bed.

Adamantium moaned and squirmed as he laid her down on the sheets, feeling them rough against the sensitive skin of her ass and back where he had beaten her so beautifully earlier in the evening. Taking his whip off the floor, where he had dropped it, he coiled it around her wrists and then looped the handle around headboard of the bed to stretch them above her head. She opened her legs in invitation.

“Want to be fucked, do you?” he asked, stroking the wetness he found between her legs. “I can see that you do. Fortunately,” he said pulling his sword from its scabbard, “I have just the thing to fuck you with. You may have temporarily softened my sword, but I always carry an extra.”

Adamantium gasped as the cold metal of the pommel pressed between her legs and then writhed as the prince slowly worked the leather wrapped grip into her hot and ready cunt. She could feel every turn of the leather as he pushed it inside her all the way until the curved metal of the crossguard pressed against her clit.

Holding the blade high up by the hilt, where it hadn’t been sharpened, the prince watched her face as he fucked her with the sword, turning it to stroke the sweet places inside her. This princess, he thought, was surprisingly enjoyable. He pressed his other hand against her clit and began to fuck her harder with the sword. He wanted to hear the noises that she made when she came.

Adamantium was overwhelmed by the feeling of being fucked by the hilt of the sword. The combination of the solidity of the metal and the roughness of the leather dragging along her insides was quickly bringing her to a peak. As the prince pressed his thumb against her clit and began to rub, she screamed and went over the edge.

When Adamantium came back to her senses, she found that the prince was still fucking her with the sword, his hand on her clit now causing as much discomfort as pleasure. She tried to draw her legs together to get him to stop.

The prince clicked his tongue at her. “Fucked so hard you can’t walk is what you asked for,” he scolded her gently, unable to conceal the grin on his face. “So spread your legs. I don’t think we’re quite there yet. Besides,” he continued, “you wouldn’t want to cut yourself.”

“Please,” Adamantium said. “Your hand.”

“What?” the prince responded happily, intentionally misinterpreting her request. “You want me to fuck you with my hand? I suppose if you insist.” 

Pulling the sword out from between her legs, he quickly replaced it with three of his fingers, stroking them deeply inside her while continuing to use his other hand to play with her clit. She squirmed against him, and tried to pull away.

“You want me to stop?” he asked. “But you asked for it!” He pushed a fourth finger inside of her and continued to thrust. “And you’re so wet and open. Are you sure you want me to stop?”

Adamantium shook her head, and began to press once more against his hand.

“You do want me to stop?” The prince began to slowly pull his fingers all the way out of her body, but stopped when he saw her shaking her head violently again. “Oh. You don’t want me to stop.” As she nodded adamantly, he began to work his hand further and further inside.

The prince watched Adamantium moan and writhe around his hand as her body slowly opened up for him. It was incredibly exciting to him to see his fingers disappearing inside her and feel the muscles of her cunt welcoming him in. He tried several times to fold his thumb into his palm to push his whole hand inside of her, but kept backing off as she’d clench more tightly around his fingers and make a little noise of pain. Finally, however, she was ready and, as though her body had merely been waiting for the right moment, her cunt accepted his whole hand and she began to orgasm powerfully around his fist.

“God, girl,” he said. “You fit me like a glove.” The prince smiled as he looked down at the woman still convulsing around his hand.

When Adamantium finally opened her eyes, she found him still looking at her, grinning.