AH Fantasies Ch. 16

Chapter 16: The Redheads

This is story takes place at the same time as AH Fantasy Chapter 12. So if you'd like to know how the poor sap (also known as 'me') ended up trussed and at the mercy of so many lovely ladies, I recommend you check out that chapter as well ;)

"Is it really the best idea to leave him with the redheads?" CrimsonMaiden looked up in feigned shock. RedHairedandFriendly and MagicaPractica shared a look that could very well have confirmed Kiten69's fears, had it been seen.

"Selena will keep them in line." Unfortunately, FallingtoFly's assessment was fairly accurate. SelenaKittyn seemed to be taking her responsibility seriously. She had even helped the other three women move him into the small room in the barn. The argument for the arrangement had been simple; 'not only will it keep others from seeing him, and wondering why he's tied up and unconscious, but he might get sick out here like that.'

Of course, Magica, Crim and Red had all spent enough time around Deathlynx to know that they could inject him with the plague and chances were good he wouldn't get so much as the sniffles. Still, Selena hadn't spent nearly as much time chatting with DL, so it served to get them somewhere a little more private.

Or perhaps, 'intimate' was batter word to describe the room. The four looked around in awe and Magica whistled in appreciation. "Only Falling would have a bedroom this well appointed hidden away in her barn!" The others laughed with her and nodded their agreement. Selena almost didn't want to put DL on the comfortable looking king-sized bed, but agreed that the bindings would have made the couch a difficulty.

So Magica, Red and Crim sat on the couch, while Selena took the comfortable recliner. The three fidgeted under the stern gaze of the fourth. Selena had moved the chair so that she could see both the captive, and the mischievous women. "Oh, don't fidget you three. Find something interesting to do! The ride alone should take twenty minutes or more. And then there's the 'picnic' they had planned. They should be gone for well over an hour." This time, Crim and Magica shared the look, while Red feigned solemnity.

Selena wasn't unaware of the glances that kept passing between the three redheads. That was the whole reason she'd been left behind. These three needed to be watched, not Deathlynx. He was out cold, and even if he woke up, Kiten knew her knots. He wasn't going anywhere, provided the women were kept in check.

Each of the three women on the couch had a mischievous streak in them. Crim was the most reserved of the three, but Selena knew even she could be wild at times. And worse still, DL was a horrific flirt. If they had decided to pull some kind of prank on him, it was likely quite well deserved. But still, Selena had been given her responsibility and she intended to see it through.

A few minutes later, all four women jumped at the sound of the phone. A flurry of confusion followed, as they all scrambled to find the barn's phone. On the third ring, Red produced it from beside the night stand. "Hello? Oh, hey! What? Is everyone okay? Awwwwww." She paused for a moment. "Not a problem. We'll bring it around."

Red hung up the phone and turned to see three expectant faces. "That was Falling. Apparently one of the horses has thrown a shoe. Everyone's okay, but the horse is going to need to be taken care of. They're going to cut things short and just come straight back, but they need the trailer to bring him back. Anyone know where the keys to the pickup are?"

Selena tried not to glance at the keys on the wall. "I've heard about your driving. You are not driving her pickup!" Red blushed slightly and looked away while she mumbled something about 'baseless lies.'

"I'll drive!" Selena's head spun to pin Magica with her gaze. She and Crim stood nearby, their hands clasped behind their backs, as they tried to look as innocent as possible. They failed miserably. They, all three, were certainly up to something. That much Selena knew. She had assumed it involved DL, but their sudden willingness to drive out to help FtF didn't bode well. Maybe running into him had been an accident that they simply needed to cover up, while involved in something else?

Trying to unravel their motivations was too much for Selena. No, it would simply be quicker to drive out there herself. If something was wrong she'd be there to help, and if not, she'd be back quickly enough to stop their misadventures. "I'll take the truck out to pick them. You three stay here. And behave!" The three nodded meekly. Their dejection seemed real enough for Selena to believe she had definitely done the right thing.

A minute later, Crim, Magica and Red heard the truck pull away. Magica instantly flopped down to recline across the top of the bed. She began to play absently with DL's hair as it lay near her stomach. "Well, that'll give us a few minutes alone with him, maybe ten tops."

Crim nodded and smiled. "And knowing his lazy butt, it'll take at least that long to wake the boy up!"

Red's grin was rueful. "We should have all the time we could want. FtF didn't call." She held up the cell phone in her hand.

"So? We got rid of Selena, but the moment she finds the others she'll know she's been had and race back here."

"Ah, but how far will she get with only half a gallon of gas?"

Crim's grin rivaled Red's. "Far enough she won't come back here to get gas, but not far enough that she'll reach FtF and send them back on the horses!"

"Aaaaaaand," Magica started, "I saw the women ride into the trees, so the trailer can't follow directly, even if the truck could."

Red sat down on the edge of the bed and began to trace the buckle of DL's belt. "And I can certainly think of a few ways we could wake him up more quickly. Most of them would even leave him in the perfect state of mind for our own plans." She grinned as she looked back and forth between Magica and Crim. "But as things stand, we don't even need to worry about it." Her hand moved to cup the bulge in DL's pants. "Do we?"

As Red asked the question, she gently squeezed. Deathlynx, still prone and bound, couldn't help but moan as she began to caress him through the black jeans. When he didn't answer, she gripped a little harder. "All right, I'm awake!" Crim's eyes widened. Magica tensed as his head rolled to view Red.

"But...but...but...I knocked him out!"

DL's glance flickered upward to Magica and his grin turned sheepish. "It was a good hit, but too low. I just played possum to see what was going on." The thought ended with another moan of appreciation as Red worked the pants open and repeated the massage with just his boxer-briefs. His eyes slid closed to better appreciate the sensation.

"You're still our captive you know." DL's head whipped around at the whisper. Crim had moved to the opposite side of the bed from Red. He found himself surrounded by beautiful women, and all redheads. If he didn't know better, he'd have assumed that she'd hit him too hard and he'd gone to heaven. But he knew Heaven'd never let him in, troublemaker that he was.

"Captive am I? So certain of this you are?" Red squeezed once more at his gratuitous Star Wars reference. Without the protective layer of denim all three could see DL flinch. "Okay! I'll behave."

"Behave well, you will. Poor performance, punish we will!"

Deathlynx rolled his head to grin appreciatively at Magica. Red dropped her head into her free hand and paused her groping while she shook her head. Crim simply rolled her eyes. "Don't encourage him!"

DL simply continued to stare up at Magica. "Never fear, I always perform well. Although I try to behave badly at the same time." He grinned but the women all groaned.

"Can't we knock him back out? Or at least gag him?"

Red and Magica shook their heads at Crim's suggestion. Meanwhile, DL turned his cheery expression towards her. Magica looked at Red with a twinkle in her eye. "Won't work. We need him awake and able to use that tongue. Besides, I can think of a better, sure-fire, way to silence him." Everyone grinned, their minds very much on the same wavelength.

"One problem ladies." All three looked down at the captive. DL shifted so he could look at each as he spoke. "Well, there are three of you. I can certainly do my best for two of you, even like this, but three? Without my hands?" He shook his head.

"If we untied you would you promise not to run away?" Red knew what his promises meant to him. He would keep them, or die trying. She wasn't all that surprised when he shook his head. She hadn't been specific enough. She had left too many unforseen possibilities, up in the air, where he might need to flee. "How about this? Barring dangerous situations or other emergencies, will you promise to stay with us until your wife returns?"

It took him a little longer to respond this time as his mind furiously worked to make sure he could allow himself to agree with the stipulations. "I promise." Feral grins appeared on all three women's faces as they made short work of Kiten's knots. After all, they had been designed to bind one person, not secure him from others. The moment he was free, DL's grin was downright mischievous. "All I promised was I'd stay. I never said anything about anything else."

Three sets of eyes widened. DL couldn't bear to continue to stare at them as all three realized they hadn't set enough stipulations. Even worse was the disappointment he could read clearly in their expressions. "But how could I resist such lovely company?"

Magica couldn't help but squeak in surprise as his hands flew upward, to grab her hips and drag her closer. DL smiled at her reaction and kissed her stomach lightly. "I think you are overdressed!" He looked down at his own attire and then around at the other two. "In fact, we're all overdressed!"

In a flurry of activity, clothes began to fly at random. When the room settled slightly, all three had returned to their positions, except with Magica and Red reversed. All three pressed a bit closer to him, however. DL was left completely naked. Magica and Crim wore only a bra and panties. Everyone looked over at Red, who blushed in response. It appeared she had 'forgotten' to wear anything beneath her skirt, which left her bound only by her bra.

Deathlynx could not keep his hands from wandering freely over the bounty of soft curves. While his hands explored Magica and Crim, his head tilted back so he could kiss Red's body. Fingers, tongue and lips began to glide over all three women as he searched out their secrets. Scars and erogenous zones alike were laid bear to his probing digits. A quick flicker of his eyes, between kisses, showed him all three women were completely relaxed. Their eyes were all closed as they reveled in the sensation of his light caress.

He explored their bodies. He already knew their personalities. None of the three were terribly dominant. While DL, himself, preferred to submit to a partner's tender mercies, he knew how to take charge when needed. The three had eagerly grasped the opportunity that had presented itself, unfortunately each had hoped the other would lead in the seduction. After brief consideration, he decided on the best course of action.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from all three women. He took a moment to savor the content look the three shared before he began to position them. As he began to move they opened their eyes and watched him curiously. First, he rolled onto his back and pulled Crim next to him. She smiled and snuggled against his warm body. Next, his hands found Magica's. He pulled her closer, until she straddled one of his legs. He brought their hands to hold his flaccid form. She smiled sympathetically at first, but when he used their hands to brush it lightly against her covered lust, her smiled turned feral.

Deathlynx collapsed backward for a moment as Magic began to stroke life into his body. Worse still, Crim reached out a hand and carefully cupped and rolled his balls. He shuddered and had to strain his concentration to reach out for Red. Once more he grabbed her hips, but this time, instead of simply guiding her closer, he brought her to straddle his face. He understood her hesitation and turned her around and pulled her into place.

He leaned back for a moment and simply enjoyed the scenario. His body shuddered slightly as Magica and Crim continued to play with him. He could feel them pressed against him, and once more his hands began to roam across their soft skin. There was a pause in both of their play while their bodies adjusted to the added stimulus. Red filled his vision.

DL's head lunged forward. Practiced lips pushed aside Red's folds to uncover the soft pearl that burned at the center of her need. Teeth grazed across her as he pushed back the slight hood in order to leave her completely at his mercy. She gasped and bent forward to grip the head of the bed for support. His tongue slipped forward and finally tasted the light glory of her lust. She moaned in appreciation.

Meanwhile, his hands hadn't been idle. The very same attention deficit disorder that had dragged him into trouble in the first place, now allowed him to focus on all three women at once. Both Magica and Crim echoed Red's moan of pleasure as his fingers drove between their legs. Magica gripped him more furiously and began to pull harder. As she tugged and milked his flesh, she felt the blood pulse in. Very quickly, she discovered her hands pushed apart slightly as he grew severely from the tiny form to much larger. Crim and Magica looked at each other as he continued to grow and an unspoken vow formed. They would figure out a way for all three to not only experience his tongue, as they had already planned, but also feel this as well. Even if it killed him.

The thoughts didn't last long, as his hands sought downward. DL's right hand slid down his side and found Magica's legs parted by his own. Slipping beneath the fabric, to the defenseless warmth between, and he quickly flicked his finger in curiosity. Magica's hands seized around his hardening member as she moaned her own pleasure. The shaft hardened further at the firm treatment.

Crim groaned in anticipation as DL's other hand found her hip and began to slip beneath her pink panties. She had known he would recognize them from her famous avatar and wore them specifically for that purpose. His fingers pressed tight against her as they limited his mobility, but it only increased the sensation as his fingers pushed between her legs and began to massage her inflamed bud.

Deathlynx shuddered in pleasure. Any one of these women was a wondrous gift, but to be able to play with all three was delirium. He was confident that Red would finish and almost equally confident that Crim wouldn't, given his current attentions. Magica was another question entirely, but he knew they all would want to try out the tongue skills that he always bragged about. None would want for climax tonight, of that he was sure.

His teeth held lightly to Red's tender lust. His tongue pressed at the soft flesh and tormented it, even as it rubbed slightly against his upper teeth and aggravated it from above and below at once. His jaw worked slightly back and forth, in time with his assault, to press and roll against the muscles and nerves, just below the skin, between her lust and her depths. Red gasped and gripped the headboard tighter, as her body began to shudder.

Between the finger that danced between her legs, and DL's reaction to her soft caress, Magica felt herself began to moisten. The slick flesh only added to his torments. His finger slid faster and pressed harder against her. She closed her eyes and let loose the moan that built within her. It did nothing to ease the building pressure within her, but he felt blood pulse anew beneath her hands at the sound. Her body hungered for the almost grown form. She kept her eyes closed in case either of the other women looked over and saw the primal desire in her eyes.

Red clung to the headboard. Already, her body was so close. So much sensation warred within her! But one truth already plagued her; with the inferno he had already built in her, she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. Her body shook against the constant assault. Her skin seemed to conduct pure electricity. Molten lust poured through her veins, but there was something missing. It wasn't quite right! She growled in frustration as she seemed to hand perilously close to the edge. Was he deliberately keeping her from orgasm?

Magica fought to control her body. She wanted nothing more than to jump forward and impale herself on the thick flesh beneath her grip. She peeled her hands free and was rewarded with the sight of his manhood standing firm and straight. Her grin turned positively feral and she prepared to lunge for her desire. Her breath caught as a single finger dipper deeper between her legs and pierced her. His hand froze and the message was clear; 'it's not your turn yet!'

Red screamed and began to squirm above DL. Her sweet cream began to flood across his goatee and caused him to grin. It had taken him a little longer to find the correct combination than he liked. The result was a brief inability to push her over the edge, but the other aspect of that was generally a more powerful climax. She didn't disappoint, as her hips crushed downward to grind herself mercilessly against his mouth and her body writhed helplessly.

A single finger stroked deep within Magica, and quested for the most sensitive recess. Her hot depths clenched at his intrusion, but sought to pull him deeper. He used the finger to control her, to guide her off of his leg and onto the bed next to him. She continued to kneel, but the rest of her body collapsed to cuddle against the arm that bedeviled her. The ball of his palm continued to press and rub against her lust, even as his finger dug deep to antagonize the core of her need.

As expected, Crim still only sighed and gasped as his trapped fingers played with her. His slight actions had been but taunts to keep her body from going cold. From the slight moisture that seeped from her, he knew he had succeeded in that much, if nothing else. Reluctantly, he slid his hand free of her. She responded with a moan of disappointment, but Deathlynx quickly caressed her through her trademark lace panties as a promise that he was nowhere near done with her.

DL managed to flatten his head into the pillows and away from the delectable morsel before him. His, now free, hand wrapped about her hip and tugged. Red looked behind, noticed that no one was between his legs and eagerly crawled down his body until she poised above the thick shaft. The moment it was clear she understood his new direction, his hand moved back to Crim. She smiled as she understood his intention. His mouth was now free for fresh treats.

With alacrity equal to Red's, Crim stripped off her panties as she crawled up the bed. Deathlynx's head pressed into the pillows, harder, as Red impaled herself. She groaned in mixed pleasure and pain as she forced herself to accept all of him. He was thicker than she expected, and she much tighter. Once her hips reached his, she leaned back and let her body relax into the sensation of being filled. This time, her moan held no pain and little even of pleasure. This was a sound of pure contentment.

Crim reached DL's head and paused. He looked up at her and her brown eyes held uncertainty. He smiled and his hand snaked around her waist. From his position he couldn't truly pull her over himself, but the slight motion acted as the guidance and the reassurance that she needed. She lifted a leg to straddle him, but then her eyes twinkled with mischief. She let her legs slide out to either side and let herself settle onto his mouth. The feel of his jaw pressed, by her own weight, against her sensitive lust was a treat in itself. When he didn't even struggle, but rather wrapped his arm tighter around her hip, she groaned in appreciation. Deathlynx used two fingers to not only free his nose enough to breath, but open fully Crim's luscious flesh to his mercies.