Ensnared

Phrike lost her grip on the delicate threads of time in their kiss. Before she could blink, the tie on her braid was unfastened. Her hair cascaded in coiled waves down her shoulders. Madeline ran her fingers through Phrike’s hair until her scalp tingled. 

Madeline held her fast, pressing their foreheads together and inhaling. Phrike’s scent carried notes of jasmine and vanilla, with an additional layer of forbidden spice that she could not name. 

Her throat felt thick as she swallowed. Phrike blinked up at her with still-wide eyes. “I think…I enjoy it, when you show me what to do.” 

“Then you won’t mind if we take this a step further.” Madeline smirked. “Choose a word. Say that word, and everything stops.” 

Puzzled, Phrike searched her mind for an appropriate word. Was there one, in this instance? “Toméa.” It left a bitter taste in her mouth. But it was a word that would put a damper on things. 

“Fair enough.” Madeline murmured, biting her lower lip. Curling Phrike’s hair behind her ear, Madeline trailed her fingers down the pale column of her neck. The touch was possessive in a way that shocked Phrike. Madeline’s grip on her throat tightened, until her mouth fell open

Thoughts fled from her mind, as an accompanying rush of tingling warmth had her feeling lightheaded. Surely if she fainted, Madeline would catch her before she fell. 

Madeline kissed Phrike again, holding her in place. Their positioning showed who was in charge. Phrike was a live wire of nerves. Still, she opened her mouth when directed. When she whimpered in all earnestness, Madeline hummed. A contented purr resonated from her chest. 

It was a sound Phrike wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon. 

Madeline leaned back, licking her lips with an indulgent smirk. “The wine tastes sweeter on your lips, darling.” 

Phrike’s face was aflame with heat. Surely she had spontaneously combusted. She opened her mouth to respond, but there were no words. Madeline also tasted like the vintage they’d shared, with notes of black cherry that left her salivating for more. 

Please. What she yearned for, she could not name. Almost as though she’d accidentally spoken aloud, Madeline grinned. “Come with me, Phrike.” She beckoned with two fingers.

Phrike stood as though she were charmed, following behind as Madeline led her to the edge of her massive four poster bed. Had it been this big before the battle with the mirror demon? 

Madeline gave her a hand with climbing up the bed, only to pin Phrike to the mattress for another demanding kiss. She moaned in surprise, hesitating for a split second before melting against the skilled tongue discovering all of her secrets. If she had any at this moment, they belonged to the Captain. 

Another whimper escaped her, though she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see if Madeline might make more of those wonderful noises in response. There was something so compelling about the position of power she held on this vessel. It made Phrike want to put the rest of the ship out of her mind, for the time being. 

“Arms up, dear.” Phrike complied with her request, feeling Madeline’s agile fingers lifting her top. Her heart leapt into her throat, overcome by the impulse to cover herself. Still, her body responded viscerally to Captain’s touch. 

“You’re stunning.” Madeline smiled, her eyes trailing over Phrike’s body unabashedly. 

Soon Madeline covered Phrike’s exposed torso with her own, leaning in to trail kisses from her throat down to her collarbone. Phrike’s breath caught as those sinful lips drew closer to her nipples. 

“Sensitive, are you?” Madeline grinned, dragging her painted nails over Phrike’s collar bone. They weren’t very long, but still left a scratch. Phrike hissed, but found she didn’t dislike the sensation. Madeline smirked, digging her nails in harder. Phrike’s lips parted on a surprised gasp. The emerald polish on her nails reminded her of a dragon's talons.

Madeline lifted her head and arched an eyebrow. The face that asked a thousand questions. Is that good? Do you want more?

Phrike bit her lip. “Please.” Giving her desire a voice left her shaking. Still, whether it was the wine or how well their energies seemed to intertwine, she sounded more sure of herself than before.

“Please, what?” Madeline ran a teasing nail between her breasts. How could she ask a question that Phrike had no idea how to answer? Still, she felt the unshakable urge to rise to the occasion. 

“Tell me what you want. Don’t think, just speak.” Her voice had a firm edge that Phrike had never heard before. Gods.

“More. I want…more. Of your…mouth.” Phrike’s eyelids fluttered. 

Madeline tsked. “Must I teach you everything? Silly girl.” It didn’t sound like an insult. More like a term of endearment. 

“Look up at me, sweetling.” She takes Phrike’s chin. “Ask me properly.” 

“How?” Phrike asked before she could think better of it. Madeline’s lips met hers in a gentle peck; was she praising her for speaking up, or planning to leave her wanting more? 

“Call me Mommy.” 

Phrike’s eyes flew open as an embarrassing whimper left her lips. She would never again ask why that word was appealing. Madeline made it sound like temptation incarnate. 

Deep purple eyes met brilliant green ones. “Please, Mommy. Can I have your mouth on me?” A distant part of Phrike wondered where that string of words had come from. Right now, she didn’t care. The torrent of passion in that sentence set her body trembling with need. 

“There’s a good girl.” Madeline's lips trailed a delicious path down her stomach. Sliding her hands underneath Phrike’s ass, she lifted her hips to help Phrike take off her pants. The fabric got caught on the end of her shoe in her haste. She’s rewarded by Madeline’s chuckle. 

Once she’s freed from her underwear, Phrike trembles with how exposed she feels. Bleeding after a battle in front of her friends is nowhere near as vulnerable as this. 

Phrike lifts her head just in time to watch Madeline step out of her robe. Letting it gather like a puddle at her feet, before she settled herself back onto the bed.

Right between Phrike’s thighs.

The strap of her green slip dress had slipped off her shoulder. Phrike is seized by the urge to tear it away with her teeth. Still, she doesn’t move. Not when she hasn’t been told. 

Will she ever stop marveling at the turn of events this evening has taken? Doubtful. 

There was something so incredibly erotic about Madeline keeping her slip on while she’s completely naked.

After all, both of them know who’s the real prize here.

And to the victor go the spoils.

Shock registers, as Phrike feels an unmistakable tingle against her skin. 

Magic.

Was Madeline…using magic? Phrike knew she should be outraged. She tried to move on the bed, only to feel invisible bonds around her wrists and ankles. What manner of spell was this?

Whoever created it must be a sex fiend.

Madeline sat back on her heels with a grin. “You have your safe word.” It was the only warning she got, as Madeline slinked down the bed with another siege of kisses down Phrike’s body. “Hold on tight.” She winked.

“To wh—ohh!” Phrike cried out, as Madeline’s tongue drove her to distraction. It felt impossible for her to track the precision of such movements. Phrike’s hips bucked, which garnered more encouraging noses from her Captain. 

If it was really her, and not a succubus disguised to look like Madeline. The odds were low, but never impossible.

Still, it was undeniable that her tongue worked wonders.

As much as Phrike writhed about, the magic held her at an angle on Madeline’s bed. She was still able to turn her head and glimpse the enormous mirror on the bed opposite the wall. 

It was difficult to see from her position, but Phrike realized she had been bound in a wanton position. With her legs spread and her arms together above her head. 

Phrike gasped, her eyes rolling back as Madeline’s lips formed a gentle seal around her clit. While she sucked, Phrike squealed. She had never made that sound before. Her lips moved, as though she were attempting to speak. Coherent thoughts stubbornly slipped from her grasp. 

Madeline lifts her head with a contented sigh that morphs into a purr. “You don’t have to be quiet. Matter of fact, I’d prefer it if you screamed for me.” Phrike glances down before Madeline dives back in for the feast. She groans at the sudden intrusion, as she feels two fingers pushed inside her dripping cunt. 

For a moment Phrike spoke in monosyllabic grunts, until she remembered the words she needed. “It’s, unh, been so long.” Phrike ground out. 

“Seems like you’re warming up just fine.” Madeline replied, gradually working her fingers in and out until Phrike’s inner muscles began to relax. Grunting, Phrike sucked in a breath. Her toes curled. “Fuck…” She murmured.

“Stop being shy, Phrike.” Madeline admonished. “It’s nothing the crew are not used to hearing.” 

Madeline’s fingers curled, and Phrike didn’t bother holding back her groan of ecstatic pleasure. More encouraging words, that made her squirm in her bondage. Panting, as her back arched. A hand splayed over her stomach, halting her movements.

“Hold on, something’s missing.” Madeline reached for the closest pillow. Lifting her hips, she met Phrike’s gaze as she delivered a slow, tonguing kiss while sliding the pillow beneath her lower half at the same time. 

“That’s better.” Madeline murmured a few words in a language unrecognizable to her ears. The magic holding her ankles bent Phrike’s knees slightly. The hand over her stomach still held her flat.

Phrike winced as her nails bit into her palms, her fists clenched tightly. She tried to keep her eyes on Madeline, but found it too difficult. With her eyelids fluttering, her head fell back on the bed. Jolts of arousal made her body shake, as though enduring the tremors of a seismic event. 

Part of her wished she could have held onto the sheets, or gripped the bedpost for leverage. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of being thoroughly ravished by the powerful woman between her thighs. Devouring her like she was dying of thirst and the only way to replenish herself was the wellspring that was Phrike. The harder Madeline’s fingers thrust, in her quest to claim Phrike that started with her cunt, the more she gushed. 

Everything else was swept by the wayside when faced with this mind bending pleasure. The thought of being reduced to nothing more than her Madeline's plaything all but shoved Phrike closer to her release

“Please, Mommy. Make me yours.” Tears pricked at her eyes, with the vulnerable admission. Feeling her desire being pried up from deep beneath the surface wasn’t easy to realize

“Ah, darling. You’re such a good girl. You haven’t realized it yet. You were mine when you walked through that door.” Madeline growled, the movements of her tongue growing wild as her curled fingers thrust harder and faster. 

“I won’t wait until you’re ready. You’ll cum now, because your Mommy said so.” It wasn’t a promise, so much as an erotically charged threat. Madeline’s eyes blazed with heat as she licked at Phrike, who was unable to witness the inferno as her eyes slammed shut. 

The word she screamed at the top of her lungs was an indecipherable amalgamation. Phrike had been trying to say, ‘Madeline’, ‘Captain’, and ‘Mommy’ at the same time. 

Madeline’s grip tightened on her thighs, face buried between Phrike’s legs, fingers working ceaselessly to carry her through relentless waves of her orgasm. 

Tears streamed down her face, from Phrike's eyes that were at once blank and yet alive with unexpressed emotion. Soon, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breathing evened out in the space of a few seconds. 

Phrike lapsed into unconsciousness. 

~*~

The sunlight streaming in from the window had her lifting her hand to shield her eyes. Blinking at her wrist, as she realized her hands were freed. She was curled up on her side, tucked beneath the blankets in Madeline’s bed. 

More accurately, her head was in Madeline’s bare lap. Phrike blinked, her eyes comically wide at the sight of her completely naked Captain. Madeline chuckled. “There you are. I was beginning to think I lost you to the void.” 

It was out of place here, but jokes about the void always made her remember the Shadowfell. Still, she pushed those thoughts aside. Her lower half tingled, her legs feeling wooden and unable to work. 

Deciding there were no words to express the joy she felt in this moment, Phrike nestled further into Madeline’s upper thigh. 

The brush of Madeline’s nails over her scalp made her shiver pleasantly. Her eyelids fluttered closed, as she dozed in the strong arms of her Captain. 

~*~

Slammed back into reality, Phrike glanced at her palms. Finding several crescent moon shaped impressions in her palms. 

“Fuck.” Phrike whispered, into the chill morning air.