charisstoma

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Title: The Door in the Field
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2130
Yes there's sex under the influence

It was a grassy woodland field complete with rocks piled up on one side and… an ornately decorated paneled door with glazed pane windows on the upper half. Why would anyone put such a thing here? There was nothing behind it when viewed from the side, what he could see not wanting to get closer to the thing, just more of the rough field with backdrop of trees.

“Looks interesting,” was said behind him. “Get closer.”

Without turning to see what the voice was behind him, “No. You want to get closer to it, then you go inspect it. I’ll just stay here and probably leave soon after.” He felt rather than heard a body move behind him, though how he knew he wasn’t sure. There was no touch of movement in the air, nor to his person.

”You know you want to discover what it is. I’ll be right behind you,” was said encouragingly almost in his ear, a hint of amusement underlying in the voice.

“Again; if you’re curious then be my guest.”

“Excellent,” was purred, “I believe I will.”

The purr was his, usurped by whoever was behind him. Oracle was the familiar here and if the voice behind him had been another familiar, than he would have sensed him when the presence had first spoken.

“I believe that I’ll just leave you to your activities then. I’ve better things to do with my time.” Without turning towards whatever was behind him, he walked away at a tangent from the door, the sight of the rocks visible on the edge of his vision.

Laughter answered him and an arm looped around his waist drawing him back against a hard body. His arms were caught in that encirclement and the breath of the laughter stirred his hair from a higher angled mouth than his own.

“But you did give me permission. Be my guest you said.” A rubbing of skin against his temple accompanied the amused words, “but I think you’ll be my guest. I have accommodations that I’m sure you will enjoy. It’s difficult to lure a familiar,” there was a cough, “or I should say seduce a familiar without the proper inducements to make them pliable.”

Oracle felt the sharp teeth latch onto his nape freezing his ability to struggle. His feet left the ground, body lifted by the arm around his waist and the solid strides as they moved to and through the door.
What happened through that doorway he wasn’t sure. After the silk blindfold came over his eyes and the scent of catnip enclosed him, it all became hazy.

Later when he woke in his bed, he wasn’t even sure it wasn’t all a dream, one filled with intensely erotic pleasure. His ass didn’t feel different, no sore stretched muscles well used that he’d heard his friends talk of, though his mouth did have a taste foreign to his normal morning breath. Was it all a dream?

It took him a few minutes to talk himself out of trying to think of how to crawl back into that dream and his cock was definitely interested. Later, for his own curiosity he’d have to see if he could retrace his steps and find that door in the grassy field, if it existed, just to see if there really was a door, and nothing else he told himself. ( Read more... )