Don’s bargain with a seductive vampire.

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Lady Primrose

The

long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected.

There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls

and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water

surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the

length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and

illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers

sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate

décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung

with high quality paintings.

However, the paintings all had a decidedly

erotic bent, as if someone had decided to redo the illustrations from

the Kama Sutra in the style of the Dutch and English masters of the 18th and 19th centuries. 

There

were some portraits too, but they were all showing much more skin than

normal. The life-sized painting of a reclining pale young man with a

rather generous erection was not exactly what one expected to see in a

respectable Victorian mansion.

Or, at least, not displayed prominently in the grand ballroom.

The

guests who had been admitted through the main doors, along with Don,

gathered about the tables for some fruit and water, and then gradually

began to disperse along the length of the ballroom, where they mingled

with a number of people who seem to have been admitted to the room

earlier, or who had come in through the garden. While Don, Jerome, Bian,

Rodney, and Marilyn, seemed fairly representative of the former crowd

of guests and of Erosians in general, the latter set seemed quite

different.

Each

of these others moved with an unusually feline grace and unmistakable

confidence. To paraphrase an astute (though fictional) observer of human

nature, they walked as if the place belonged to them. They were all of

them exceptionally good looking and possessed of an undeniable sex

appeal, even for Eros. Don wasn't really surprised to note that these

attendees were a bit paler than the other guests.

Music

began to play. It was unobtrusive instrumental music, ideal for slow

dancing, but modern enough that no one felt compelled to waltz or

anything like that. Don watched as the paler partiers moved among the

others, smiling and batting their eyes, selecting, and engaging. Most

led their chosen partners toward the open end of the ballroom where they

danced together, but some slipped off through the open doors into the

garden.

Don

felt a cool hand slip into his and turned to see the lovely Cessily

next to him. She was now wearing a dark red evening gown with a plunging

neckline that showed off most of her pale breasts to very nice

advantage. Her blue eyes twinkled up at him and her lips, now crimson to

match her gown, were smiling in a rather inviting way.

"Good evening," Cessily purred. "'Don,' wasn't it?"

"It was, and still is," Don nodded, unable to resist smiling back at the charming woman.

"Would you like to dance, Don?" she smiled.

"Is dancing all you have in mind, my dear?" he managed.

"Oh, well, there's always more than dancing on my mind," she laughed.

"In that at least we're kindred spirits," admitted Don.

"If you enjoy our dance, perhaps we could retire to someplace a bit more private, "

"Something a bit more shadowy, say?"

She smiled again, "If you like, though I don't mind an audience."

"Once more, we have that in common."

"I could tell I liked you right from the start, Don."

"You seem to have excellent taste, fair Cessily."

She

leaned in closer, so Don could feel her lips very lightly brushing his

neck, as she said, "I would love to see if your taste is so fine."

Don swallowed hard, and then managed to say, "I must say I find the thought very tempting, but, "

She

placed her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with another

of her fetching smiles and said, "Would you like Lucien to join us?"

Laughing a little, Don said, "No, that's quite alright. It's just that I'm afraid I really must save myself for Lady Primrose."

"Oh," she actually pouted a bit.

"However, if she has no use for me, "

Cessily rolled her eyes a bit, "No, she'll just eat you up, the greedy bitch."

Don was a bit taken aback, and a bit put off by her phrasing, despite his pre-existing suspicions.

"Oh, don't mind me, sweet thing," Cessily laughed. "I just had my heart set on you for the night."

"That is very flattering! In other circumstances, "

She

leaned in and rose up on her toes a bit to kiss him on the cheek, then

said, "If you get tired of waiting for her ladyship, don't hesitate to

come find me."

Then, flashing him a bright smile and a quick wink, Cessily slipped off to find another quarry.

"I've never seen anyone turn Cessily down before," said a familiar voice from over Don's shoulder.

Don turned to see Lucien regarding him with a slight, diffident smile.

"It wasn't easy," Don admitted, "but I think it's best if I wait until I get the chance to talk to Lady Primrose."

"Interesting,"

shrugged Lucien. "She generally likes to make a late entrance. Normally

I'd wish you luck resisting the charms of the other women, and men,

here, but if you can say 'no' to Cessily, I suspect you don't need any

help in that regard."

Don laughed, "Again, it wasn't easy."

Lucien

nodded and left Don to fend off the advances of several other extremely

attractive women who seemed quite eager to slip off to a darkened

corner with him. Two of them actually suggested they share him.

"Do you mean, I can enjoy you both?"

"Oh, yes, of course," said the redhead, as her raven-haired companion licked her lips while admiring Don's neck.

Don

smiled and proffered his now customary response. The two women didn't

seem to mind too much, and Don soon saw them dancing with a very

cheerful Rodney, as nearby Marilyn seemed to swoon in the embrace of a

tall, dark stranger.

When

the two women led Rodney off into the garden, Don thought he should

follow. He doubted that anyone was in serious danger here, but he wanted

to confirm his suspicions and perhaps see something erotic along the

way.

Before

he could make it to the garden though, he found himself drawn up short

as a gorgeous woman slipped up next to him and took his arm.

"I understand you have been waiting for me, sir," she said in a low, sensuous voice steeped in a cultured English accent.

She

was only a little shorter than Don, wearing a black dress that clung

lovingly to her body, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her

generous breasts with impressive décolletage. Her skin was fair in the

way the aristocracy used to find a necessary part of beauty. She had

thick chestnut hair pulled back and then falling over her bare

shoulders, dark red lips smiling at Don, and emerald green eyes dancing

with candlelight and echoing the little glints of her earrings. She was,

to put it entirely too simply, staggeringly beautiful.

"Lady Primrose, I presume?"

"Indeed," she nodded.

"I'm

very pleased to meet you," Don took her hand and raised it briefly to

his lips. He said, "My name is Don and I am at your service."

She smiled a bit coolly and said, "Well, we shall see about that, Don. Are you enjoying the party?"

"I

am," Don nodded. "I've been enjoying the artwork, and the company is

quite interesting, though now I see that it was all but a light

appetizer."

She

cocked her eyebrow at him and gave him half a smile, and then said, "I

should 'make the rounds,' so to speak; would you be so kind as to

accompany me?"

Don bowed a bit, "Of course, milady."

Patting his hand with her cool fingers, she said, "You may call me Clarissa, Don."

Arm-in-arm

they moved through the guests still in the ballroom. The guests who had

come in with Don seemed largely entranced by their paler companions,

but those last all smiled and greeted Lady Clarissa Primrose as she

passed.

As they started toward the gardens, she again addressed Don directly, saying, "You have questions."

"I usually do, yes," Don smiled.

"Curiosity is a nearly insatiable thirst, isn't it?"

"Quite."

"Indulge yourself, Don; drink deep," she smiled as she watched his face.

"Lucien called Cessily his sister, but that isn't literally true, is it?"

"Of all the questions you must have, that's the first?" she chuckled.

Don shrugged, "It's the one I'm most likely to forget and regret not asking."

"There are several ways to be siblings," she said. "They share the same mother, but not a womb. They share not genes but blood."

"And you are their mother, I take it?"

"One of them, yes."

"So, 'Lady' is a bit of an understatement."

"What would you have me called?"

"Queen seems more appropriate," Don decided.

"You

flatter me, Don," she laughed. "At least this is more interesting than

the usual sort. One grows a bit tired of the usual compliments."

They

had already passed a couple on a shadowy bench. The woman was

straddling the man's lap and had her head buried in the crook of his

neck. In another corner, a woman leaned back against a wall as a

dark-haired man who might have been Lucien had his mouth fixed on her

exposed breast.

When

they came to Rodney, who seemed to be getting a rather extreme hickey

from the redhead and an enthusiastic blowjob from the darker woman, Don

asked, "Are they in danger?"

"Only if they want to be," Clarissa smiled.

"Does that happen often?"

"More often than one might expect, but not what I would call 'often.'"

"And how does one become, your child? That doesn't sound right," Don frowned.

"Perhaps

it's best not to strain that metaphor," she patted his hand again and

turned him back to the house. "One has to drink in turn."

"Yes, of course," Don nodded.

"Is that why you wanted to see me, Don?"

He smiled at her, "No, I'm here on other business."

"Interesting,"

she mused as they came back into the ballroom. "You saved yourself for

me, and I see that you understand what that would mean, at least

normally, but you don't seem to have come for the usual reason at all,

though I sense that you find the thought appealing. This would make

sense if you were here to join my family."

She had led him through the ballroom and back to the entry hall, and they were now climbing the stairs.

"Moreover, there's something different about you, Don." She raised his wrist and inhaled deeply. "You have, layers, complexity."

She

pressed her lips to his wrist and let her tongue play lightly over his

flesh. He thought for a moment that he could feel her teeth against his

skin. For a moment he thought she would bite him, and he wanted her to.

"Uh,

yes, there is a depth of flavor to you, Don. It's quite unusual." She

looked up at him without raising her mouth from his wrist. She smiled,

"Will you give me a taste?"

Don

suddenly realized that they had climbed all the way to the top floor

and had come into a large candle-lit bedroom with a large canopy bed in

the center of it. It reminded him of the bedroom Toshia and he had found

themselves in so long ago. It also struck him as a much darker, more

sinister reflection of the Lady's bedroom in that distant Manor. With a

tremendous effort of will, Don remembered that he had a mission to

accomplish.

"Perhaps,"

he finally managed, as he moved his hand to cup Lady Clarissa

Primrose's chin in his hand and draw her to him. He leaned in a bit,

kissing her full lips lightly.

Don

just meant to put her off for a moment with that kiss, but she wasn't

having any light kisses. She slipped her arms around him, one slipping

up so that she could hold the back of his head, and kissed him

passionately, hungrily. Her lips were cool, but her enthusiasm was heat

enough. Her tongue slipped into his mouth insistently, as Don's hands

moved up over her back until his fingers found the little zipper handle

between her lower shoulder blades. When he'd opened the back of her

gown, she stepped back a little and shimmied out of her black sheath.

She

gave Don a moment to admire her beautiful alabaster body, before she

stepped to him again, raising her cool fingers to caress his face.

"We

could share the sweetest of ecstasies, Don," she purred as her fingers

dexterously unbuttoned his shirt in what seemed both slow motion and

extremely quickly. She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck as his

jacket and then his shirt fell to the floor. He felt the tip of her

tongue brushing his skin.

She

pulled back and looked him in the eye with a confident smile on her

dark lips, and said, "You have some power in this world, I can taste it

on your flesh, but you've never known the power I can share with you, if

you'll but give me a taste of yourself. You aren't afraid, I can tell.

You want to give me what I want."

Letting

his hands move over her body, caressing her curves, lingering over her

perfect, full breasts, Don smiled and repeated, "Perhaps."

Somehow,

she had undone his belt and opened his slacks. She was up against him

again now with her hand in his pants, squeezing and pulling on his cock

in a grip that was exquisitely tight, but still on the side of pain that

counts as pleasure.

Her

nose was brushing against his, and he could feel her breath on his lips

as she said, "You want to be inside me, Don. You can't deny it. You

could have given yourself to Cessily or any of the others, but you saved

yourself for me. Surrender yourself to me, Don."

Don

forced himself to tear his hands away from touching her long enough to

push his pants down, and then kicked his shoes and pants to the side. He

licked his lips, swallowed, and said, again, "Perhaps."

Her

eyes, so close to his now, narrowed and she growled a bit. Letting go

of his sex, she placed her hand flat on his chest and shoved him

backward, throwing him easily back on the silken coverings of the bed.

Before Don could do more than land on his back splayed out helplessly,

she was on top of him, crouched over him and looking down into his face.

There was a fire in her eyes and for the first time, it was clear her

canines were longer and sharper than normal. She smiled again, but now

with a hint of malice, and said, "It's pointless to resist. You know you

will give me what I desire."

Don

couldn't resist touching her, and his hands moved up over her again,

now reveling in the feeling of her tense muscles. He felt her hand

between them, taking hold of his extremely hard cock and getting it into

position. He felt his glans slipping into her smooth, moist sheath and

was surprised at how intensely warm it was. He wanted to push up into

her, but she resisted.

She chuckled low in her throat. "Why fight it, Don? You know I can just take what I want."

Don smiled again, but this time broadly as if he were himself again, and said, "Perhaps."

Calling

upon everything he had learned about Eros and using the strength he had

found so helpful in his fight with the Sisterhood, Don abruptly pushed

up and over, flipping Lady Primrose over onto her back underneath him.

Startled, she snarled and snapped up at him with her deadly teeth, but

Don's hand was on her lovely throat and he pushed her back into the bed.

"Now, now," he smiled. "We could fight, and maybe you'd take what you want by force, but where's the fun in that?"

She managed a cold smile and said, "It sounds like it would be a great deal of fun, actually."

It

was Don's turn to chuckle, and he again recalled that day with the

Sisterhood, and haughty Daphne. He smiled and said, "Maybe we can try

that next time. I was thinking this time we could come to a more

mutually pleasurable solution."

To

emphasize his point, he pushed himself deeper into her, quietly amazed

at how wonderfully warm her cunt was. It felt like she was both opening

to the pressure he was exerting and pulling him in. Her muscles squeezed

and drew on him in a wonderfully unusual way, as if her cunt had

preternatural abilities. He felt her hands squeezing his ass and pulling

him in to her and her long legs wrapping around his. Don worked himself

in and out of her a few times, eliciting a smile and a happy groan from

her, and then said, "What I have in mind is a trade."

"Oh?"

she was looking back up at him calmly, as if she were completely

disinterested, though her body was flexing and grinding back against him

rather enthusiastically. Don realized some of that enthusiasm was being

exhibited by those exceptionally talented muscles of her vagina.

Don

was intent on fucking her now, but managed to remember his mission and

said, "I will give you what you want, though not all of it, of course,

but in exchange for something."

"Something more than what you're enjoying now?" she smiled.

Don

couldn't resist and lowered his face to hers to kiss her again. In the

heat of passion, he didn't care that one of her fangs cut his lower lip,

giving her the briefest taste of what she craved.

When he pulled away again, he said, "If you can restrain yourself, I'm sure we can both enjoy this quite thoroughly."

She rocked her pelvis beneath him, smiled, and said, "You might be right about that."

Don

paused a moment, both to enjoy the feeling of being inside this

gorgeous, sexy creature, and to reconsider his plan, but then forged

ahead with, "I'll let you drink, but I want something in exchange, "

"Yes?"

"Your earrings."

She laughed then, and said, "Is that all?"

"Well, they do look expensive, and, "

"Done!" she smiled. "Now shut up and fuck me, Don."

Don

was all too happy to do so, bending his back and shoving up into her

vigorously as her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding his body

tight against her. He was fucking her hard and fast, using short, fast

strokes when he felt her mouth on his neck. Her hand held the back of

his head in place and then he felt her fangs sink into him. It hurt, but

not as much as he had expected, and what followed was a strange kind of

bliss. As she hungrily sucked on his blood, Don felt a deep connection

with her that transcended the sexual union that was already so very

intense. While she drank from him, their bodies became one organism,

joined in one glorious pumping, flowing, orgasmic circuit. Then she was

coming, her body suffused with his blood and squeezing and pulling at

his sex, and Don gave her his cum as well, filling her with a gushing

flood.

As

they ground together, Don shoving up into her, his arms pulling her

down on his spasming cock, his legs shoving against the bed to push

himself as deep as he could into her, Clarissa pulling him into herself,

strong arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body, her cunt

squeezing and sucking on his hard, thick sex, they rolled over together

on the bed so that she was on top of him, shuddering and groaning with

exquisite pleasure.

Though

to him it felt as if she had consumed a great deal of his blood, she

held back so that he could give her more before the night was through.

After

their long, extremely intense orgasm finally faded away, Clarissa

pushed back and up, straddling him and smiling down at him with her lips

dark with his blood and thin dark red rivulets running down her chin

and splattering a bit on the tops of her perfect breasts. Don smiled and

hoped she would honor their agreement. If she didn't though, he

couldn't help but think it was quite a way to go!

Then

she was moving on him, grinding herself against his body, riding his

still very hard cock. Her hands moved up over her body to her full tits

and squeezed them, smearing some of Don's blood over her fair skin. Don

ran his own hands over her strong thighs up to her narrow waist. Then he

was reaching up to help her squeeze those luscious breasts, getting

some of that blood on his fingers. She bent down a bit and Don's hands

reached her throat and then her face, and then she was licking and

sucking the blood off his fingers.

Without

for a moment resisting the urge to move her cunt and clit against him,

she leaned down to kiss him passionately. She hadn't put her fangs away,

if she could even do that, so Don's tongue and lips felt those sharp

teeth brushing against them in the heat of passion. There was also the

taste of his own blood, which was somehow sweeter than the coppery taste

he expected.

Then

she was climaxing again, moaning into Don's mouth as her body trembled

and her cunt again milked at his cock in that weird and wonderful way.

Later,

after a long session of vigorous fucking, Don was sitting up on the bed

and Clarissa was on his lap, his cock still inside her and her arms and

legs wrapped around him. They had been moving against each other for

some time since her last orgasm.

She looked deeply into his eyes, and asked, "Why do you want my earrings?"

Don told her, but as briefly as possible.

"Ah," she smiled. "I take it that means you would not like to join my little family."

He smiled and said, "I am very flattered, milady, but I must continue my quest."

She nodded, "Of course."

"That's not to say that I'm not very tempted, though," Don added. "Would you mind if I came back to visit you, if I can?"

She smiled and kissed him again. Don felt her cunt working its magic again, pulling him closer and closer to another orgasm.

Clarissa

rode up and down on him a bit more vigorously, and she said, "Please,

feel free to visit any time. Now, give yourself to me one last time

tonight."

As

she drew him into ecstasy, she worked her body against him, bringing

herself to her own shuddering climax. When Don's body responded in kind,

pumping a fountain of hot cum up into her, she again dropped her mouth

to his neck, and he felt the sharp pain of her fangs piercing his flesh.

His hot blood filled her mouth as his seed filled her cunt and womb.

Don felt as if she was swallowing him up whole as his life force flooded

into her.

She

let him fall slowly back onto the bed, and he saw her over him, a

disheveled and bloody creature of chaos and death, and thought it was

one of the sexiest images he had ever seen. Then everything went black.

When

he woke, Don found himself in the bedroom where he and Gretchen had had

so much fun the day before. He sat up and looked around a bit

unsteadily, just as none other than Gretchen came into the room bearing a

silver platter with a pitcher of water and some fruit.

"Good

afternoon, sir," she smiled. She set the platter on a table by the bed

and set about propping Don up with some pillows. "You should drink lots

of water, and eat something, sir."

Then she disappeared into the bathroom to run a bath.

When

Don was reaching for his second apple, he noticed an envelope with his

name on it. Inside were a pair of emerald earrings and a note that said,

"Thank you for a wonderful evening. Please come again soon., C."

Don

was smiling as he finally got out of bed and made his way to the

bathroom. He caught his reflection in a mirror on the way. He was a

bloody mess, literally, but it looked like the wounds on his neck were

already healing.

After

his bath, which was a bit restrained compared to their time together

the day before, Don pushed a cheerfully cooperative Gretchen back on the

bed so he could lick her to a few squealing and shaking orgasms. Then,

back in his khaki's and polo with the envelope and earrings in his

pocket, Don went downstairs, collected his staff and headed out for

Shagbottom.

"Damn, Don," Toshia breathed. "That was crazy!"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "it really was intense."

"But she could have killed you."

He

shrugged, "I mean, maybe, but everyone seemed so polite and

well-mannered. Cessily and the others just took 'no' for an answer. I

had the distinct impression Clarissa could be trusted to not get carried

away."

Toshia shook her head disapprovingly.

"Plus, like I said to Evelyn, I was getting the impression I wasn't really in any serious danger."

"Why is that, though?"

"I'm getting to that," he chuckled.

"Fine, but how did you find your way back to the Hall of the Whatever King?"

"Oh,

that was the easy part," Don laughed. "As soon as I left Heolfor House,

I abruptly found myself in the courtyard with all the naughty statues. I

just had to go in, strip down, shower, take the earrings and my staff,

and ride the sofa back up again. I handed over the earrings and got my

next mission. Easy peasy."

Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series.

If you've read that,  perhaps you’ll enjoy these callbacks. If you

haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the

beginning. In any case, you’ll enjoy this story either way.

Chapter 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Storytime

"The next mission was a bit more straightforward, though there was a bit of a twist along the way," Don smiled.

"Oh?" Toshia prompted.

"It turns out there's this whole area that's set aside for people who are into less civilized things."

"I can understand that," she nodded.

"Some

of these are organized into rather male dominated tribes that engage in

all kinds of war games and treat their women mostly as commodities. I

get the impression the women must be into that whole thing. It had a

rather cave-man sound to it when it was explained to me."

"Yeah,

there are women who like that whole 'throw me over your shoulder and

take me to your cave' idea," Toshia said. "It's not my thing, obviously,

but yeah."

"There are at least a couple of female-led tribes, kind of like Amazons."

Toshia added, "Or like the Sisters."

"Yeah, I guess so," Don nodded.

Task Three:

"Anyway,

my next mission was to win a tribal chieftain's queen. It wasn't the

queen of the tribe, but the chieftain's queen. Apparently, she didn't

have any tribal authority, but as queen she was the boss of the other

women of the tribe, and she couldn't be traded away."

"Traded away?"

"For,

like, horses or other women," shrugged Don. "I had to win the queen of

the Grey Wolves. The watcher's council teleported me to the area, which

they called 'the Wilds.' I found a village on the edge of the tribal

area, got some more appropriate clothing, moccasins and a loin cloth, "

"I'd like to see that," Toshia grinned.

"Maybe

later," Don laughed. "Over a couple of weeks, I was able to find out

more about the tribal 'culture.' Apparently, there were just two ways I

could 'win' a tribal queen: defeat the chieftain in one-on-one combat or

sneak into the tribe's camp and spirit her away. I also found out that

the chieftain of the Grey Wolves was a massive guy with a serious

reputation as a bad-ass warrior."

"So, stealth-time?"

"Stealth-time," Don nodded.

Don Becomes the Sheriff of the Resort Center.

Don

moved through the forest as quietly as he could. He was devoting all

his attention to creeping stealthily toward the Grey Wolves' camp. For

the hundredth time that night he wished he had Shelonda's skills in the

woods. He was trying to bend Eros to his will, as he had done in the

Manor and against the Sisters, but he was definitely out of his element

here. All his time playing stealth characters in videogames hardly

prepared him for actually moving quietly through a forest at night.

He

hoped that the Grey Wolves had grown complacent in their long period of

being the strongest tribe in the Wilds. The villagers Don had

befriended had assured him that no one would be crazy enough to try to

sneak into the Grey Wolves' camp. Hearing that had actually cemented his

plan to try the sneaky approach.

Now,

as he approached the camp, he could see the many tents and the darkly

glowing pits where their fires had burned low. The chieftain, who he had

been told was called Omar War Eagle, was supposed to have the biggest

tent, and his queen would have the much smaller tent between his and the

wooden lodge, next to which was the large tent shared by the other

women of the chieftain. From the low rise outside the camp, Don thought

he could make out the tent he wanted. His whole plan depended on War

Eagle spending the night with one of his other women, and Don thought he

could see a light glowing through the fabric of the queen's tent.

Don

crept slowly through the camp, suddenly grateful that there didn't seem

to be any dogs in Eros. He stopped next to the backside of what he

thought must be the right tent and listened. Somewhere in the camp there

were at least three couples having sex, but most of the tribe seemed to

have gone to sleep. Shifting his staff over to his left hand, Don drew

the sharp knife he'd procured in the village and quickly cut a long slit

in the tent. In another moment, he had slipped inside.

Sure

enough, there was only one person in this tent, and it was clearly a

woman. Don could see a very feminine hip and the full swell of a

beautiful bare breast in the reddish glow of the little fire that kept

the tent warm. Don crept slowly toward the woman on her bed of furs, as

he admired her sleeping form. He resisted the urge to run his hands over

her legs while he decided how exactly he should manage the next part of

this caper. He moved in closer to try to get a better look at the

queen. Her long dark hair obscured her face, but he could tell she was

beautiful.

He

thought the usual thing to do in a situation like this was to clamp his

hand over her mouth when he woke her, to keep her from crying out, but

Don wanted to make sure he did it swiftly and gently. Hurting this woman

was completely out of the question, as far as Don was concerned. It was

bad enough that he was about to frighten her.

When

his hand slipped over her mouth, though, her eyes opened and regarded

him calmly. She made no effort to struggle or even start away.

Don suddenly realized there was something very familiar about this woman.

When

Don raised a finger to his lips in what he hoped was a universal-enough

sign to be quiet, she nodded as if she understood him, and Don drew his

hand back.

"Hello

again," she smiled. "It was Don, wasn't it?" Her accent and the way she

pronounced his name, as 'Dohn,' immediately refreshed his memory.

"India?" he asked in utter surprise.

"It is good to see you again, Don," she smiled, "but what are you doing here? It is very dangerous for you here."

"I'm here to 'win' you, to steal you away," he explained.

"Oh, that's sweet," she smiled. "But wait, how did you know where to find me?"

"I was sent by the watchers council, on a quest to earn one of those rings."

"One of these?" she laughed and held up her left hand, showing the black ring Don remembered.

"Exactly," he smiled. "I was looking for you after that one night in the Jungle Room, and here they've sent me to you."

"I am sure it was not an accident," she smiled at him. She brushed her long black hair out of her eyes.

Finding her lips irresistible, Don leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped him with her fingers on his mouth.

"I am the queen, Don. You cannot just do what you want with me."

"Unless I steal you away, right," Don nodded.

"Yes. There are rules," she smiled warmly.

"Ah, very good," Don rose a bit and offered her his hand. "We can slip out through the back of the tent."

"Oh,

Don, that is not how we play this game," she chuckled. Then she was

yelling, "Help! Help! Someone has come into my tent! Help!"

Toshia laughed a bit and then gaped at Don, before she said, "What the hell, Don?"

"That

was pretty much my reaction, too," he chuckled. "You'd be amazed how

quickly a bunch of naked guys woke up and swarmed to protect their

chief's queen. They dragged me out and brought me right up to the

chieftain himself, Omar War Eagle. He was huge, Toshia. Huge! He was at

least a foot taller than me and built like, well, like Sven from the

Maidenhead, but on steroids. He didn't look at all happy to be woken up

or that I'd tried to make off with his most prized possession."

"How did you manage to get out of that?" Toshia asked.

"Well, I did the only thing I could," Don shrugged. "I challenged him to a fight for her."

"I

have to admit, that's a bit anti-climactic," Don said to himself. Omar

War Eagle lay stretched out the ground in front of him, knocked out by a

single strike from Don's staff.

Rather

than wait until morning, Omar had laughingly demanded the duel commence

immediately. He apparently thought the skinny little intruder would be

so little trouble that he could finish him off and get back to bed in

short order. He called for a heavy cudgel to correspond, barely, to the

twig he saw Don carrying. The rest of the tribe gathered around, and Don

had a moment to notice that they bore very little resemblance to one

another, as one might have expected from a more traditional tribe or

clan.

When

Omar moved in, a bit recklessly, and swung that big cudgel in an

admittedly brutally fast arc aimed at Don's head, it felt to Don as if

the large man was almost moving in slow motion. It was hardly even an

effort for him to duck under the swing, extend his leg out to the side

as he crouched low, slipping to Omar's momentarily unexposed right side.

Springing up on Omar's flank, Don leapt into the air and brought his

staff down on the big man's shaved head with a loud crack.

As Omar dropped the cudgel and fell to his knees, Don was glad to see that he hadn't caved in the man's skull.

Before

Omar had finished falling forward face down in the dirt, his tribe was

gaping at Don and each other in shock and confusion.

Then,

Don caught India's eye and saw that she was shaking her head and trying

to suppress a smile. He smiled at her, held out his hand, and said,

"Milady, ?"

With

her by his side, Don began to make his way through the crowd of Grey

Wolves, when someone thought to ask, "Shouldn't one of us challenge

him?"

Don

turned sharply in the direction of the questioner and said quite

loudly, with an imperious gleam in his eyes, "Look, I don't want any

trouble with the rest of you. I got what I came for. Maybe you all need

to think about some changes around here, but do you really want to mess

with me right now?"

This seemed to be both confusing and threatening enough to distract the tribe from Don and India's exit.

Now

that he wasn't trying to be sneaky, Don could make better time, just

keeping his eye on the ground to avoid tripping in the darkness.

India

now seemed fine with following along. Once they were well into the

forest, she let herself laugh and say, "I think that was 'cheating,'

Don."

He

chuckled and said, "I don't see how. I'm pretty sure anybody can move

that fast if they really want to, at least here in Eros."

"And your weapon?"

"Well, that is special, but I don't think that was important this time."

"Don, wait," she said, tugging on his arm.

He drew up short and turned to her. She slipped into his arms and gave him a kiss, and then said, "You did your tarefa, your assignment; but before they take you away, let us have some time alone."

"Okay," Don smiled and leaned down to kiss her again.

Then

he realized he was in a very different place. There was a jungle on his

right, and a moonlit beach on his left. Behind India was a good-sized

bungalow, and there was a campfire burning brightly on the beach.

"Whoa!" Don breathed. "How did you do that?"

"Is

one of my special powers," she winked at him. Then she was leading him

out toward the water, saying over her brown shoulder, "This is my

special place, my 'hideaway.' They won't bother us here."

"Is this something you can do with your ring?"

"Yes," she smiled, "and you will be able to build things like this too."

Then

she dove into the water, leaving Don on the beach to kick off his

moccasins and take off his loin cloth, before diving in after her.

Like

Toshia would later, Don had many questions, but for the time being he

devoted himself to enjoying the playful, sensual company of this

wonderful, enchanting woman. From the warm water and surf, to a big

blanket by the fire, to a large, surprisingly cooperative hammock, they

made love until they found themselves spent, drowsy in each other's arms

as the sky began to lighten.

"I

looked for you at the Jungle Room," Don said, his lips brushing the top

of her head. "Jaden said you had been redecorating. Is that something

you do with the ring too?"

"Uh hum," she murmured, "the Jungle is my place."

"How is all of this possible?"

She chuckled a little, kissed his chest, and said, "I can't tell you, but you will see."

"I would like to see you again," Don admitted.

"You

will be able to," she said as she caressed his belly. "And you will be

able to come back here, but you should always ask, first."

"Of course!" Don smiled. "How will I ask, though?"

"Shhh, Don, let's sleep for a little while."

"You're into her too!" Toshia laughed. "How did I not notice that before?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," Don shook his head.

"How many women are you in love with, Don?"

"Jealous?"

"Ha! No! I know you love me," she grinned.

"How does Sage, I mean, Evelyn, feel about this kind of thing, though?"

"She

seems to share your attitude, actually, though she is a bit more

possessive. It's kind of a strange dynamic, actually. You could call my

relationship with her my primary, if you want to use the polyamory

lingo, I guess. Anyway, it's an exaggeration to say I'm in love with

India. It's more like kind of passing infatuation. Other than being into

sex, I don't even know if we have anything in common."

Toshia

regarded him with a cocked eyebrow, then said, "Okay, if you say so.

Now, if I ask you about those things you asked India, you're just going

to say, 'I'm getting to that,' aren't you?"

"Yeah,

I'm afraid so," Don nodded. "Sure enough, right after she took us back

to the forest, I found myself teleported back to that crazy courtyard of

the Crimson Mountain King. After the usual bathing ritual and taking

the time to look around a bit for Evelyn, Nicole, and Stephanie, just in

case, I was back in the office to get my next assignment."

"You're doing quite well so far, Don," Pamela said from the other end of the table. "Three down and four to go."

"Thank

you," Don smiled. Knowing that he was almost halfway to being done

definitely put him in a better mood about jumping through these hoops.

Task Four:

"What's next?"

"Something

different in a familiar setting, I think," Pamela said with a smile.

"We want you to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort."

"Okay, but what about the current sheriff?"

"The position is currently vacant, I'm afraid."

"Okay, well, it seems like an easy enough job, I can take it on until someone else comes along."

"You

misunderstand," Pamela said with a smile of a different sort. "You're

to take over the role of sheriff in the Resort for a year."

"A year?" Don gaped down the table at the council.

"Moreover, you are not to have any sex for that year."

"Wait, what?"

"Be the sheriff for one year without having sex," Pamela repeated.

"A year, fine, but, wait, what counts as sex?"

"You're clearly familiar with the concept, Don."

"Yes, but what's the exact thing I'm supposed to be avoiding?"

With

the slightest expression of exasperation, Pamela looked to the

witnesses to either side, but if they gave her any feedback Don couldn't

see or hear it. Finally, she looked back at him and said, "No physical

contact with another person for the purposes of sexual titillation or

gratification either for yourself or the other person, or persons."

"So, masturbation, "

"Yes,

that's fine," she cut him off a bit impatiently, "but you should be

careful not to try to test the boundaries of our rules. We will not tell

you if you have failed the task until the end of a year."

"So, I probably shouldn't try touching someone with a sex toy, I take it," Don frowned. "Do I have to keep track of the time?"

"No," Pamela said. "Stay in the Resort, and we will let you know when your term of service is done."

"Okay," Don shrugged. "Any other conditions to be met?"

"No, that's it."

"Okay, I guess I'm ready, then."

Then,

Don found himself standing in the sheriff's office in the Resort. He

was wearing boots, jeans, a light white shirt and a denim vest with a

star on it. His trusty staff was still in his hand. With a deep sigh of

resignation, Don began his year as Sheriff.

"A year?! That's crazy," Toshia shook her head. "Plus, no sex, damn!"

Don laughed, "Oh, I agree completely."

"What does the sheriff even do, really?"

"Not

an awful lot, it turns out," Don smiled. "I mostly wandered around

making sure people didn't 'disturb the peace'—you know, running around

playing tag when people are trying to fuck, that kind of thing.

Apparently, maturity and consideration aren't required for getting into

Eros. Our crashing into the pool on our flying carpet definitely counted

as disturbing the peace, by the way. Sometimes people get confused and

lost, and it was nice to help them out. Of course, they often wanted to

'thank me' for my troubles, but I was a rock and politely declined."

"It must have been very hard," Toshia winked and gave him a little nudge.

Laughing, Don said, "Well, I've gone longer than that without sex out here, but the XYZ certainly made things, difficult."

"A year in the Resort, all that hot sex going on and you couldn't have any, damn!"

"Well,

I could, and did, masturbate, a lot, but it was supposed to be a

challenge, so, I did amuse myself by wearing increasingly outlandish

outfits from the Wardrobery, which was fun. And there were occasional

breaks in the monotony. One of the things all of us agreed to before

going for these rings was to check in with the sheriff any time we

passed through the Resort. So, I was in a good spot for finding out how

the others were doing. And, as it turned out, it was only about a week

and a half into it when Evelyn turned up."

"Oh, that's good! How was she doing?"

"She was doing well and had some stories to tell."

"Well, what do we have here?" said the familiar voice from the doorway.

Don

jolted upright in his chair behind the desk, where he had just been

dozing a bit in preparation for his mid-afternoon nap. Then, when he saw

the woman framed in the entrance to his jail, Don bolted to his feet,

circled his desk quickly, and wrapped her in his arms. Then they were

kissing passionately, in an embrace that lasted several minutes. Only

when their lips finally parted did he say, "Sage, I mean, Evelyn! It's

so good to see you!"

"Right back at ya, stud!" she grinned. "Shouldn't you be in Gotham City?"

Don

stepped back to show off the Batman costume he had found in the

Wardrobery, then tapped the sheriff's star on his chest, and said, "It

seemed appropriate to the job."

"No mask, or, cowl, right?"

"They

had one but, it was seriously uncomfortable, and nobody was getting the

joke anyway," he shrugged. "Come on in and have a seat! Where have you

been? How are things going?"

She laughed, "That's what you want to do first?"

"Ah,

well, you see, 'want' isn't the right word here," Don frowned as he sat

on the edge of his desk. He quickly outlined the details of his current

task.

"Oh wow!" Evelyn said. "That really sucks. Which one of your seven is this, then?"

"Four,"

he said as he watched her move into the room. She was wearing a green

tank top that fit her snuggly, a brown skirt, and a pair of hiking

boots, in short, the same outfit she'd been wearing when they had gone

together to the Crimson Mountain weeks ago. She propped her staff

against the wall before she took her seat. Don was deeply distracted by

her bare legs as she crossed them.

"Ah, so we each have things to tell each other about," she smiled. "You go first."

Don related his story about Shagbottom and Lady Primrose, which Evelyn pronounced, "Extremely hot!"

While

he was telling the story of his quest to 'win' India, Evelyn asked a

number of questions about India, ultimately concluding, "She sounds like

fun. I want to meet her!"

"We can go look for her at the Jungle Room," Don smiled, "but it's your turn."

"I don't know, lover," she smirked. "Your stories have got me a bit hot and bothered, "

"Well, I can't help you with that," Don said wryly. "We could go find you someone to play with, "

"What

if I kill two birds with one stone?" she smiled as she uncrossed her

legs and hiked her skirt up a bit. She ran her hands over her thighs,

smiled over at the lust-filled expression on Don's face, and then began,

"Well, my first assignment was right here in fact. I had to spend a

week 'wearing the red' in the Temple of Venus and Aphrodite."

"Ah

yes, we did that our first day here at the Resort, but just for one

shift." Don laughed a bit, "You definitely weren't the captain there;

that must have been a challenge for you."

"I think that was the idea," she chuckled. "Those 'watchers' do seem to know a lot about us, don't they?"

"Yeah they do," he nodded. "We had to do six hours. How long was your day?"

"Ten

hours, with three breaks in there, for refreshment and rest. That left

me time each night to explore the Resort a bit before sleeping." She was

idly toying with her lips, pulling and stroking on them.

Don forced himself to look up at Evelyn's eyes and asked, "Where did you sleep?"

"Here

and there," she shrugged. "There's no shortage of beds and comfy

loungers here, and nobody messes with you when you're asleep."

"They better not!" Don grinned. "The sheriff won't stand for that kind of nonsense."

"Good man," she smiled.

"Any particular things stand out from that week?"

"Well,

it took me a while to get used to just letting anyone who wanted to paw

me and boss me around. By the way, women are just as bad as men about

that. My ass seems to be some kind of grope magnet."

"It is particularly tempting, I must admit," Don smiled.

"'Sure you don't want to start your year over?" she winked.

With

a frown, Don shook his head and said, "It doesn't work like that.

They'll just tell me at the end of a year if I pass or fail."

"Boo!" she said with an exaggerated pout. "Well, after I got used to the situation it got pretty easy to just go with the flow."

"Any favorite jobs?"

"Well, one woman wanted a gangbang and they needed a fluffer."

"That's a bit surprising, to be honest, I mean here in Eros," Don mused.

"I thought so too, but there I was, giving head to like 30 guys."

"Damn! I'd like to have seen that!" Don adjusted the rising bulge in his Batman trunks.

"It

was hot," she nodded as she slipped one of her fingers up between her

lips. "On the other hand, having all those hard cocks to play with but

no cum for me was a bit frustrating, and, after a while my jaw started

to hurt."

Don frowned in sympathy.

"Oh, one day they asked me if I could dance. 'Turns out there's a little club in there.

"Yeah, the Temple's a bit more Vegas than Aphrodisia’s."

"You're

really such a nerd, aren't you?" She laughed. "Anyway, they wanted some

novitiates to dance on tables and the bar. That was fun. At first it

seemed like it was just going to be a chance to enjoy some music and

dance, which was a nice break, but yeah, things got a bit, heated."

Evelyn

had her own little stage about two meters across where she danced

barefoot and naked to the very sexy pulsing music. For this assignment,

she and the other dancers weren't wearing their usual red tunics, but

had long red ribbons tied around their wrists, biceps and waists. The

table on which she was dancing glowed white under her feet, and there

were red and blue spotlights above focused on her. There were four of

these tables, each with a dancer, two of them men and two women. At

either end of the bar was another dancer, again one man and one woman.

With the lighting as it was, it was a bit hard to see people who weren't

dancing or over at the fairly well-lit bar. Evelyn could make out the

people right at her feet, but the other 'patrons' of the club were just

indistinct shapes in the shadows.

At

first, Evelyn was content to sway to the music, letting her body move

along to the beat as if she were dancing just for herself. It had been a

long time since she'd danced at all, and she'd forgotten how much she

enjoyed it. Of course, the fact that she was naked in a spotlight, with

XYZ coursing through her veins, made her very conscious that she was

putting on a show, whether she was trying or not. Soon, her hands were

moving over her body as she danced, gliding over her hips, cupping her

breasts, caressing her neck and her face. Now and then her fingertips

reached down to brush lightly over her lower lips, which were getting

increasingly dewy.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica