Thread: Passing Strange

When next the water nymph emerges Xey is still heaped senseless across his chair, though no longer twitching, and Diddy stares morosely into the depths of the sparkling pool, one hand absently teasing about the contours of his mouth - obviously remembering and savoring the exquisite pleasures bestowed by that singularly stupefying kiss, while the other presses against the solar plexus, as if attempting forlornly to hold back what is already gone. He doesn't seem to know or to care that his gown is still pulled up round his chest.

DeMonica is beginning to stir now, lifting her pretty head to seek about as if bewildered. Immediately she checks her wounded inner thigh, rubbing over the spot with an unbelieving hand, only to find flesh seamlessly restored and blood entire gone.

Straight to her drifts the nymph, arms outstretched. And welcomingly does the Amazon lay back and part her legs to once again receive the wondrous healing touch. Serafiend begins removing the remaining bandages, briefly touching each rapturously to her mouth before piling them on the grottos floor, carpeted thickly with lush green moss.

I help with the remaining few as the treatment begins, attempting to spare myself the sweet torment watching brings, but even then the sounds alone work their magic and rapture and agony once again rise turgidly in me, hopelessly intertwined like serpents locked in death struggle or sweet embrace, for who can truly tell them apart?

Presently Eri unzips and downfolds beyond the knees the tops of each of DeMonica's thigh-high leather boots to allow unrestricted access to all her grievous wounds. The ivory skin of her right leg, as well as inside of rightmost boot, are disastrously stained with copious blood, which the nymph washes away gently with handfuls of water.

Then Sera finishes unzipping and removing DeMonica's blood-filled right boot, and I remove the other, which is slightly stained though not nearly drenched like its mate. We wash them in the surging pool, thick clouds of dark blood billowing beneath Sera's reflected face. With no brushes or rags available we simply scrub bare-handed, then lay them wide open for drying as the treatment nears its climactic conclusion.

For this the nymph gently removes the smoothly contoured metal breast plate to lave and sooth the bruises beneath it. She cups both hands beneath DeMonica's small but firm breasts and slides them upwards, pushing away the white bandeau top but covering what it concealed at the same time, casting a wicked glance my way as she does. And it could be only my imagination, but it seems Demonica as well smiles at me from behind slitted eyes.

Another straining swollen millimeter the pain rises, threatening to burst at any moment now, and becoming all but unendurable. It's driving me relentlessly mad. And now the worst part by far is the dull, weighted ache compressing everything unbearably. But knowing salvation is within reach at last I grit my teeth, stoically try to suppress as many of the groans as possible, and enjoy the remainder of the show.

Lol I know - another chapter where I continually have to ask myself "Did I really just post that??! "

It continues to amaze me that the people I'm doing this to keep Liking it. At certain times I thought surely someone would get offended and angry and demand that I stop or remove them from the story. But so far so good. Keeping my metaphorical fingers crossed.