Crimson Immoderation Chapter 17: Freedom in Bondage

I awake with the feeling of suction on– “No!” I exclaim as my eyes fly open. I grab Neo by the back of her neck and pull her up and off of my cock. “What did I say?! No treats for Neo!”

If she could whine, her face tells me she would be doing exactly that as she tries to reach down to fondle my engorged balls.

“No!” A quick swat of her exposed tits has her arms coming back up to protect them. “We talked about this! Those are for Pyrrha! You can have your share tomorrow!”

My ice-cream girl pouts at me before shattering into shards of reality. Another Neo appears by her own bed, her Chocola disguise passing over her form fully clothed before she struts out the door with her nose in the air.

“I'm sure she'll come around,” Cinder purrs in my ear as she runs a hand over my chest. “The moment you give her another taste all will be forgiven.” Emerald doesn't say anything, climbing out of bed and heading into our en-suite to take a shower. “So, today is the day then?”

I nod. “Today's the day.”

“You've certainly taken your time, but there's an appeal to that,” my villainous slut hums, “To let the anticipation build up. And of course, let other things build up too.”

I grab her wrist before her hand can venture a little too low. “Do I need to remind you like I did Neo?”

“Tempting, but since my punishment likely won't be as fun as they usually are, I think I'll pass.” She slides off of the bed, walking around it to follow Emerald into the bathroom. “Am I to assume you still wish us to make ourselves scarce tonight?”

“I'd appreciate it. No need to scare her off.”

“Well, I'm sure Emerald, Neo and I can find something fun to do while you're otherwise occupied.” There's a teasing hint to her tone, but I get the feeling they're just going to go see how Roma is managing. “I do look forward to this demonstration of yours. I hope it lives up to my expectations.”

-(-)-

PYRRHA

Pyrrha Nikos did not know what to feel about Vlad Dracul.

Only a few days ago, she had. She had a very clear image of the type of person he was. Proud. Arrogant, even. Felt that he was owed respect, owed her time, owed her attention. The kind of person she had met hundreds of times ever since she started to accrue notoriety. The kind of person who wanted to use then discard her. One experience of such a person was enough, she had no desire for another.

After her meeting with him, after he abducted her just to talk to her... Well, that was a scenario that she had been warned of more than once by her manager. Thankfully the reality of it for her was much milder than she expected. The ropes had been... something (and the fact she couldn't bring herself to assign them a negative adjective was very confusing). But aside from that, Vlad had held true to his word. He had just wanted to talk, to give her a more true impression of who he was.

Her impression of him wasn't entirely wrong, she discovered, but in the important parts it very much was. He wasn't badgering her because he coveted her fame. In hindsight that belief was somewhat silly. He had fame and infamy of his own, he was in a relationship with Weiss Schnee. While Pyrrha was a famous or even household name, that facet of her life held little interest to him. He had never been trying to get close to the Invincible Girl. He had been trying to get close to Pyrrha Nikos. That she hadn't noticed the difference made her feel no small amount of shame and though he made sure she understood exactly the mistake she had made, he adamantly refused to accept any more apologies from her. That was... It was nice. Nostalgic even.

And then after shaking those preconceptions of him, he made clear that for other parts she had been right on the money. He was proud, arrogant, and an utterly unrepentant lech. She was still coming to terms with how little that bothered her. And also that for whatever reason she liked it. Much like with Nora, Vlad was unashamed of who he was, entirely open about what he wanted and his intention to get it.

She knew all about him and Weiss, everyone did. Less well known was the unusual closeness between the couple and Weiss' teammate Yang. But that was nothing on the rumour that he was intimate with his entire team. Pyrrha wasn't one to take much stock of rumours like those but it seemed that one might have a touch of truth to it. He didn't even seem to try to hide his desire for her.

Ever since the incident, he openly flirted with her. Passing touches, suggestive comments, taking opportunities to be in her space. Aggressive, dominant things like that. She wasn't supposed to accept such behaviour. She was supposed to be a role model. But she couldn't bring herself to complain, not when she took such guilty enjoyment from it. Instead, she took the coward's way out, hoping that by informing Weiss the heiress would step in, while at the same time hoping she wouldn't. Weiss had simply smiled at her, told her that if she wanted Vlad to stop then she should tell him to stop.

His lover gave him permission to pursue other girls, washed her hands of his actions. She would never understand the strangeness of high society.

But that polite dismissal left Pyrrha to her own decisions. To tell Vlad to stop, or to let him do as he liked, to give in. But that was the crux of the issue. Both felt like giving in. One way she would be submitting to him. The other way she would be submitting to her own fear. Because as much as Vlad's aggressive pursuit scared her, she couldn't deny the lascivious thrill she got from it. The way gooseflesh would raise on her skin wherever he touched. The one time he got a little too daring, his fingers strayed a little too close to her most intimate place, she slapped his hand away. She couldn't let him feel the wetness down there.

It was these thoughts that distracted her as she left survival class. Enough she hadn't noticed as Vlad followed her to a quiet spot in the halls. “Hello Pyrrha,” he had said suddenly, startling her into taking a step back from the voice towards the wall. He followed her there, one hand against the wall as he loomed over her, crowding her with his larger frame. There were very few men who could so completely tower over her but Vlad was one of them.

“Hello!” she greeted with a cheerful if nervous smile. Her face growing flushed at his close proximity. “How... How are you?”

“I'm doing wonderfully, thank you. I was just wondering what your plans are tonight.”

“Oh,” she uttered, glancing to her sides, she saw no one. No one to be embarrassed by for seeing her like this. “I was planning on studying for Professor Oobleck's test next week with my team?” Why did it come out as a question?

“Hmm,” he hummed, tone lilting upward as though expressing curiosity. “If I might propose an alternative? I think it's about time you and I became more intimately acquainted, don't you?”

“I... I...” Her mouth went dry. This was her moment. Her last chance to deny his advances. “I...” And yet she couldn't say the words. Didn't want to say the words.

“Don't worry, I'll make sure we thoroughly enjoy ourselves,” he promised, grinning down at her. “Just come to my team's dorm after classes today. I've made sure we'll have the space to ourselves.” His face leaned down toward hers as his voice lowered to a whisper, she felt her lips pucker without her input. “Completely uninterrupted.”

“HEY!” The spell was suddenly broken by a girlish shout. Vlad looked over his shoulder, the shift revealing a furious Jaune to Pyrrha's eyes. “Leave her alone!”

The Dracul heir backed two steps away, hands raised in surrender. “No need to shout. Just offering an invitation. Pyrrha, I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

The redhead swallowed, response on her tongue but refusing to escape her lips before Vlad was already gone.

“Pyrrha, are you okay?” Jaune asked with worry.

Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you.”

“Don't be! I'm your team leader, right? I've got your back, for, you know, however much that counts,” she hedged. “You want me to tell Nora to smash his kneecaps? She'd do it.”

“No no! Everything is fine, there's no need for that. He wasn't...”

He wasn't doing anything she didn't want him to.

Hours later, she was trying doing her best to ease the thundering in her heart as she stood outside the Team VICE dorm room. Three deep calming breaths preceded three knocks on the door. Her hesitation, her indecision had stalled her but it hadn't stopped her. Whatever this would be, she wanted it.

Pyrrha brushed down her uniform skirt a moment before the door clicked open. As it was pulled wide, she saw Vlad in what looked like most of his combat outfit, or perhaps that was simply what he considered casualwear. “Pyrrha,” he greeted with a slight smile as he stood aside, “Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you,” Pyrrha said, stepping forward and past him into his room. The very first thing she noticed was how spacious it seemed, only to realise why that was. The rumours of him sleeping with his team seemed even more plausible with how the beds were arranged. “You weren't clear earlier about... About why you invited me.”

“Oh?” he voiced as he closed the door behind her, “And here I thought I was rather plain with my intentions.”

He was. “I'm–“ sorry. The word stuck on her tongue. He didn't want to hear that. “I'm a little nervous,” she admitted instead.

“There's nothing to fear with me, Pyrrha,” he promised, laying hands on her upper arms. “I' promise to take good care of you. All you need to worry about for the next few hours is doing exactly what I say.” The breath of his words on her skin, his lips on her neck, it made her shudder with familiar arousal. “For now, all you have to do is stand right there.”

“Just... Stand here?” she asked breathily.

“That's right,” his hands came around her middle, fingers playing at the buttons of first her jacket, and then her vest, popping them open. “Just stay right there, and let me admire you.” Pulling the outerwear off of her shoulders, he circled around her left, unfastening her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. On reflex her hands came together in front of her to hide herself. “No no, none of that,” he chided, “You are a remarkable girl Pyrrha, you have nothing to hide.”

She believed him. Her arms stayed at her sides from then on.

Her shirt followed her skirt to the floor next, revealing the gold-accented bra to match her panties. And soon enough, it followed, and she fought the urge to cover her bare breasts as she had tried before. Vlad did not seem in a hurry to admire them though, instead completing his task of stripping her by pulling down her panties and stockings at once. Only then did he stand and begin circling her once again. He took his time appreciating her form, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of her. As he moved behind her again he pressed against her, hard enough she could feel his worryingly large manhood pressed against the small of her back. Only then did he being touching her with purpose beyond peeling off her clothes. And if she had found herself excited by his casual touches in the days previous, they were nothing compared to the feel of them on her bare breasts, sliding down her taut abdomen to slip between her legs. Her breathing quickened as she felt herself flush from head to toe.

He hummed in her ear. “I do wonder. Do you usually wax? Or was this for my benefit?”

“Hah,” she panted, “I did it today.” It was as close to admitting she did it for him as she was willing to get.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” he said warmly, “Though I would have no problem with a little flame-red hair down here in the future, as long as it's kept tidy.”

“Okay,” she agreed, already knowing she wanted more of this in future.

“Rather wet already, are we?” he teased, stroking along her tight folds with one finger. “Nice to see you're eager, but let's see how well you can hold up your end of the bargain, hm? Arms out please.”

Once again her body moved without thinking, arms outstretched to her sides as he moved away, returning a moment later with something very familiar. Even so, she didn't move an inch as he began looping the soft rope around her chest, over her shoulders, and then as he pulled her arms behind her back, around those as well. “Good girl,” he praised her as he worked, “Does it feel good? No pressures, no commitments, no worries, no obligations. I had thought you might appreciate this sort of thing from watching you. Such a good girl. Such an eager people pleaser. But to hear your difficulties with the weight of expectation...” She gasped in discomfort and arousal as he tightened her bondage. “I knew this would be right up your street.”

He wasn't wrong. She would readily admit, in this moment there was no other thought in her mind than what was happening in that room. All of the expectations for who she was supposed to be, they were so far from what she was in that room that worrying about them was laughably pointless.

“On your knees,” he ordered, her legs dropping out from under her with a thud. “Yes, just like that. Now we can get to the real fun.” Unfastening his pants, he let them drop just a little, enough to reveal his intimidating manhood to her. She watched it twitch as she approached, knee-walking forward to get a closer look. It was huge, as were the twin orbs hanging below it. He hadn't said anything but she knew what he expected of her. She had no experience of this kind of thing but she was sure she could figure it out. She would have liked the use of her hands but Vlad had denied her that. If he didn't want her to use them, she wouldn't use them. No more needed be said.

Pyrrha leaned in, before anything else breathing in the masculine scent. Tentatively, her tongue darted out, taking small, light licks of the shaft to test the taste. It tasted rather like she expected it would. Like skin, with just a hint of the not unpleasant masculine flavour she now recognised as that of a man's cock. But next came the difficult part. She knew the mechanics of what she was supposed to do but it was... His penis was very large. She worried she wouldn't be able to fit it inside her mouth. But Pyrrha Nikos wasn't one to give up on her aims. Flattening her tongue in her mouth she wrapped her lips around the crown and got to work.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised as she forced more of his shaft into her mouth with a gurgle, sucking on it as best as she could. As she heard the words, she experienced something new. The taste of his cock was joined by another flavour as a dribble of liquid erupted from the head, a flavour she found herself unable to describe beyond wanting more of it. Her enthusiasm of wanting to do a good job was in that moment joined by a want for more of that deliciously sticky substance on her tongue. “Would you like some help?” Vlad asked. She looked up at him and felt his cock pulse in her mouth. Shaking her head, she forced herself down even further until the head kissed her oesophagus.

Another droplet of that wonderful juice. Her eyes rolled back in her head, body quaking from the wonderful flavour.

She kept going, eager for more tasty rewards and before long she got a bigger reward than she was expecting. Without warning, Vlad grabbed her ponytail, using it to keep her as deep as possible on his cock. “It's coming, Pyrrha. Do your best to drink it all down.”

“Mmph?” she tried to question with her mouth full. But as Vlad's manhood twitched, she realised what he meant. Only seconds later her mouth was flooded so suddenly she couldn't handle the load, letting it spray out of the corners of her mouth. She did her best to eagerly swallow as much as she could but it was far too much for her first experience. By the end of it her face and breasts were painted with a layer of sticky white fluid, expression one of bliss, her tongue lolled out of her head as it tried to scrape at the delicious filth around her lips.

“Ah, well, I'm sure you wouldn't want it to go to waste,” Vlad sighed, swiping his fingers across her stained skin, letting her suck his cum off his fingers. Something she was more than eager to do. “Are you ready for the main course?”

“Wehhh?” the cum-drunk redhead asked.

By way of answer, Vlad rolled her over onto her front pulling her up to her knees and gripping her rope bondage like reins. “Are you ready, Pyrrha?”

She slowly, weakly nodded. Whatever he wanted her to be ready for. She was ready for it. She just wanted more. And that was exactly what she got as she felt her pussy split open to accept the girth of her new lover. More and more of her insides were reshaped as he continued to feed more and more of his wonderful cock inside her. Weiss was a saint. She had to be. To let Pyrrha enjoy this? To experience this? Feelings she never could have imagined crashed and exploded in her brain over and over. The endless teasing and the final shock of penetration enough to light her pussy up in an explosive orgasm.

“Doesn't it feel good, Pyrrha? Doesn't it just feel right to submit?”

“Yeeeeth,” the near broken woman slurred out as her body was bounced on his cock, “Gib me cum! Make me cum! Gib me cum! Make me cum!” she chanted over and over, lost in a sea of pleasure she wouldn't escape for the rest of the night.

-(-)-

Wakefulness came agonisingly slowly to Pyrrha. Several minutes of piecing together basic facts such as her own name, before tackling the more pressing issues of where she was, why she was naked and why someone was casually fondling her breast. And of course, why she could barely summon the energy to move.

“Good morning.”

And then she looked to her left, saw the indulgently smiling face of Vlad Dracul and many pieces slotted into place. Many memories slotted into place. A night of debauchery she never imagined she would experience. She was fairly certain she had blacked out more than once during as there were gaps in her memory, little snippets of missing time. But on either side of them there was one constant. Vlad Dracul feeding her his cum or stuffing her pussy. “Good morning?” she questioned more than reciprocated. “I... Uhh... Uhh...” Her brain juddered to a halt, unable to calculate what she was supposed to do in this situation.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Vlad asked, still smiling, still toying with her nipple in a way that was... Making her want to do things that were probably a bad idea.

“I did,” she admitted, looking down.

“Hey,” his other hand came up to lift her chin. “No shame here. What happens between us, what you like, that's about you, and us. Anyone else, it's none of their fucking business. If you enjoyed what we did, that's all that matters.”

He was being oddly sweet, as well as unexpectedly coarse. She didn't think he was capable of that. And he was right. This... Whatever this was. She wanted more of it. She didn't want it to stop here. She leaned up as best she could to press her lips to his. “Thank you.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “Of course. Interested in one more round for the road?”

Light laughter escaped her. “I think I want to be able to walk today. But... I'll look forward to next time.”

-(-)-

VLAD

A month's worth of work just for one girl.

Totally fucking worth it.

A nice morning quickie would have been good but there'll be plenty of opportunity in the future to ruin Pyrrha again. I can feel myself getting greedy again, wanting to do something crazy like get that perk from the twins that lets me make dopplegangers. A dopplegangbang on a stacked, tight-bodied redhead...

I grimace to myself. I ran those numbers. It'd be nice but probably not in the budget. I'll have to come back to that, see if I can work it in.

The door opens despite my locking it so I know it's one of three people. Or not, as all three of my teammates enter our dorm room. “Shall I assume from the stench of sex and cleaning supplies your evening was successful?”

“Oh so very successful,” I drawl smugly.

“Then I believe a demonstration is in order.” Fire erupts around her eye as she points her palms upwards, roaring flames erupting from both hands. “You promised to show me power. I'm waiting.”

I grin up at Cinder, rising from my seat on our bed to stand opposite her. And just like her, I point my palms upwards, roaring flames erupting from both hands. “I did promise that, didn't I?”