There Will Be Scritches, Interlewd LI: Pancakes and Coffle [1/3]

Pt.213 | Interlewd L | [2/3] | [3/3] | Interlewd LII | Pt.214 | First

---Disclaimer: This issue contains graphic, sexually explicit depiction of Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism and Masochism (BDSM) including Consensual NonConsent (CNC) roleplay and Female Domination (Femdom) of a man and woman both in the context of a loving polyamorous triple and is Not Safe For Work! With that said, please enjoy your pancakes!---

 

--- He1291e139L’s perspective---

I land the private capsule in a shuttlepark at 20.247675N, -61.163062W, 582.053m down a hill from a meadhall and house of worship on the Southwestern tip of Nýr Norðlands.

Standing between 9.527m and 13.849m from the port side of the craft is a crowd of seven individuals.

Tuun ‘Elf’, total trips taken; 8,081. Victor ‘Cuddles’ Taylor, total trips taken; 34. Lloyd ‘Lush’ Leaf, Sigrid ‘Babe’ Valley, Chelsea Leaf and Arthur Leaf, total trips taken; 11.

Finally, the one who hailed this transport and the one I’ve flown the least at only 5 trips, Treg ‘Tea’ Leaf.

Unusually, she has specified custom coordinates, 24.556903N, -47.635978W, 1,391.148957km from here.

They are approximately 42.982408% of the way between the coordinates I dropped her off at 6 days 3hrs 21mins 34secs ago and those I picked her up from 17hrs 41mins 12secs ago.

I suppose she wants to take her partners back to a section she considers a highlight.

The tall Levantine Neanderthal woman turns around and announces “Alright, our chariot awaits(!)” handing the toddler on her hip over to the tall and bulky Sapiens man.

Instantly, the Leaf boy begins screaming as if he thinks the world is ending and reaching for his mother with a pair of tiny hands.

She gives a sympathetic frown and reaches to clasp his left forearm in her right hand, reassuring “We’ll be back this evening, Arty… Please be good for Uncle Victor!” in the way that mothers of infants do that lets the child know they are heard but doesn’t entertain the possibility that the thrown tantrum will actually alter any outcomes “Chelsea, you be good too!”

“Yes Mummy.” nods the slightly older child.

“Good luck, Vicky(!)” smirks the woman at the man holding her screaming, squirming offspring.

“Sure we’ll have tonnes of fun!” he smiles back, optimistically.

“Have a great hen-do, babes!” she says to the Don woman I’m most familiar with of the group.

“I’ll do my best(!)” answers Tuun.

“Alright you two! Let’s go!” she says to the slim, dark haired Sapiens and the cerulean eyed, brunette half.

The trio climb aboard into the limousine like interior and drop their bags to the floor, immediately afterward putting to rest any curiosity I was entertaining that the Sapiens and half might’ve been having an illicit affair behind the Neanderthal’s back by the intimate way all three arrange themselves on a seat together, her at the centre with an arm around each of the other two.

“Good morning and welcome aboard your privately chartered transport to specified coordinates in proximity to Lake Nykursvatn. My name is Heili and I will be your pilot today.” I cheerfully announce into the cabin in English, tautologising the word ‘lake’, for their benefit, to shortcut potential confusion “Our arrival is projected to take approximately 40mins. Do you have any requests I could accommodate to make your journey more enjoyable?”

“Err… Not really? Maybe just give us some privacy back here if you can?” considers the one who hailed the transport, slightly amusingly referring to the interior as ‘back here’, as if she thinks I’m sitting in a front compartment, a pair of physical hands on a physical steering wheel.

“Of course.” I accede “Interior cameras and announcements will be deactivated for the duration of the journey and the next time you will hear my voice will be upon our arrival. Should you need to speak to me for any reason, you may do so either via your holo or by pushing the intercom buttons I’m highlighting for you now. Enjoy your trip.”

I turn off all monitoring devices (becoming blind to whatever transpires inside), take off and begin accelerating, aligning the capsule to point to 70.034°, East Northeast.

---Treg’s perspective---

I step out of the limo into the open ground at the side of an absolutely gorgeous lake.

I recorded half a dozen different spots along the first half of Vicky’s stag-do hike to serve as potential playgrounds for us three but none of them topped this one, before or after.

Spectacular scenery, days’ walk from the nearest town, clear lakeside to serve as a good ‘hunting’ ground, not a troll or other animal dangerous enough to be tagged in 20km and, best of all, a cozy cave to serve as a venue to change and retire to… after the ‘hunt’(!)

My cuties step out of the capsule behind me, warmed up but without their appetites being spoiled for the main course(!)

The capsule takes off and flies away.

We need to be back for this evening so, accounting for the travel times (back from the cave to this spot and flying back to the meadhall) and leaving a little time to get changed and packed, we’ve got about 7 hours.

We did discuss splitting up and hiding our bags separately but rightly came to the conclusion that hiding our bags in 2 or 3 different spots left the possibility that one or more of us would forget where we’d hidden them and cause delays… Plus, after a session isn’t a time you wanna be splitting up.

Much as I don’t really want to give them spoilers, taking them to the cave first just made sense.

I take out my holo to check my bearings.

I turn to Lloyd and Sig and point authoritatively up the river into the forest to say “Cave’s this way… You both ready to go?”

They both nod, adorably.

God, I’m gonna enjoy this!

---Sigrid’s perspective---

Still dressed in my normal, 28^(th) Century hiking gear, I’m being pressed into a cave wall by my (similarly dressed) girlfriend’s full weight as we wait for her husband/my boyfriend to finish changing, around the corner, between us and the cavemouth where we don’t have line of sight on him.

She gathers my wrists and pushes them against the wall over my head, pinning them there.

She crushes the back of my head into the stone with the force of the kiss she subjects me to.

She’s so hot!

Her gorgeously full figure… her stunningly brown, freckled skin… her captivating bright green eyes… her burning, blood red hair… None of these are the hottest thing about her.

Don’t get me wrong! If I didn’t know her from Eve and just saw her photo or walked past her on the street, I’d definitely call her a 10/10 in objective terms (as much as there can be any such thing as ‘objective’ attractiveness(!)) and a 15/10 in terms of my own tastes.

I mean… I did the first time she and Lloyd ever came to the POH!

My head was swimming with fantasies about them before either of them had said a word!

It’s just that all her pussytinglingly good looks are amplified ×1,000 times over by her confidence, her swagger, her selfpossession… She doesn’t just take what she wants, she makes you glad to give it to her!

She’s the kind of Domme I wish I could be but, when we work together, she makes me feel elevated instead of diminished!

It’s not a comparison I think she’d be pleased with but she kind of reminds me of my parents’ description of that one really good lieutenant they fought under during the War. The one who turned their platoon into a well oiled machine and made them feel invincible on the battlefield so long as he was commanding!

Of course, the flipside of her being such a good Domme is that I’m worrying that my switchdom is in jeopardy(!)

She feels so good to sub for that I’m concerned I might steadily get less and less interested in being anything but(!)

I just make a mental note to request to coDomme next time when I realise I’ve been failing to pay the proper attention to the heartfluttering situation I’m currently in!

I refocus on my girlfriend a moment before she slips her hand into the front of my trousers and I’m suddenly unable to think of much of anything anymore…

The heat and smell of her breath on my face… her strength as she pins me into the wall… the way her fingers tease my sex… It’s all driving me crazy!

After some amount of time I wasn’t adequately able to keep track of, a male voice speaking English with a wonderfully melodious Welsh accent echoes over the sound of the crackling, smokeless fire “Alright, ladies! I’m changed and I’m heading out! Don’t get so involved with eachother that you forget about me, look you(!)”

Tea pulls her lips off of mine just far enough to shout back “You better have slutted it up, Lloyd(!) It’s warm enough you’ve got no excuse not to be showin’ us a bit of skin(!)”

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed(!)… Are you two going to be working together on this one or…?”

“No more spoilers! You’ve already seen the cave… Just go back to the lake and look pretty while you wait and see(!)… And remember… we’re not doing languages this time! Mid20^(th) Century rules! We all speak the same language with no acknowledgement of how little sense that makes(!)”

“Alright! I’ll be sure and only speak English for the few moments my mouth isn’t stuffed with my own loincloth(!)”

“Spoilers(!)” objects Tea with a grin and a sigh.

“Oh no(!)… Now you know I’m wearing the loincloth you specifically requested(!)” answers Lloyd.

“Lake! Looking pretty! Ready to be taken advantage of! Now!” she orders.

“I’m going, I’m going!” he says, his voice receding.

She looks down and purses her lips in contemplation.

“Not a bad idea, though?… Gaggin’ him with his own loincloth… Pretty hot!… Kinda pissed off I didn’t think of it!”

“You… should probably let me go so I can get changed too, Tea…” I smile.

“Yeah… prob’ly…” she says, snapping her attention back to me with a teasing grin before leaning in for another kiss.

“*mmuah*… So… *mmmhm* …are you going to(?)” I ask in the moments my mouth is free.

“Hhhhhm…” she pretends to think before “…yeah…” removing her pinioning weight and releasing me “Lloyd’s right… Can’t just leave him alone out there… all submissive and breedable(!)… Who knows who might come along to take advantage(!)”

“Aside from us you mean(?)” I smile.

“Course(!)” she smirks “Can’t let all that sexy manmeat get filched away from us(!)… You go get changed out there. I’ll get changed here and give you a 2min headstart, just so we don’t awkwardly run into eachother on the way!… Let’s give our man a good show, alright?”

“Let’s!” I nod, happily.

“And may the best woman win(!)”

I sigh and shake my head “You already know you will(!)”

---Lloyd’s perspective---

Oooooh, I’m just a poor, skinny, unarmed Sapiens boy, hanging out alone on the shore of a sparkling lake, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a pair of sandals(!)… Sure hope no big strong women come along and have their wicked way with me(!) I’d be completely helpless(!) Oooooh… just thinking about all the things they’d do to me… *sigh*… is giving me an erection!

I stop and take a few deep breaths to calm down.

It would rather spoil things for my wife and girlfriend if, rather than ‘innocent Sapiens boy ready to be taken advantage of’ they found a ‘horny Sapiens boy with fully erect cock barely disguised by the length of cloth passed simply between his legs and over his belt’… or maybe it wouldn’t?… It wasn’t the scenario agreed but I’m fairly sure my wife would pivot quickly… She’s remarkably adaptable when it comes to maintaining scene integrity!

‘Boy’… may also be a little too generous(!)

At 38 (40 next year) I’d be staring squarely down the barrel of twinkdeath if not for regen keeping me looking like a spritely young man in his early 20s(!)

I’d have crowsfeet… I’d be getting a paunch… It would be increasingly awkward trying to pretend my wife (7 years my junior) and girlfriend (12 years my junior) were the same age or older than me in scenes.

As grateful as I am that I’ll never have to look into a mirror with horror at the aging man looking back at me, I do rather wonder what effects being one of the first generation of Humans never to see themself age is going to end up having on my psyche… What happens when minds adapted to spend decades slowly coming to terms with the fact that they’re aging and will eventually die suddenly don’t have to anymore?

OK, that’s a bit heady for the current situation(!)… I’m just a dim little Sapiens boy who’s wandered away from his tribe! Head empty, no thoughts!

I decide to frolic back along the beach, hugging the edge where the tall grass creates numerous potential ambush spots while training my gaze out on the water… for no particular reason(!)

As I jog along the black sand at the boundary of the beach, I do begin to wonder where the pair hunting me are!

They didn’t actually get so wrapped up with their cwtching and snogging that they forgot about me, did they?

I don’t have a timekeeping device tucked alongside my tadger so I can’t know exactly but I feel like I’ve been down here looking free for the taking for about half an hour now!

I suppose, if they’re working together, they might’ve stopped to select a suitable pole, long enough, strong enough, straight enough and smooth enough to lash my wrists and feet to, to bring me back to the cave by a tribal carry?

Maybe the best one they could find needed a bit of debarking?

Alright Lloyd, don’t second guess their plans for you! Just because they were ‘competing’ last time, doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll be cooperating this one!

You just need to stand here looking pretty and grabbable and wait for them to come and oblige(!)

It always feels like hours but (those occasions where we’ve worn bodycameras indicate) it’s probably only actually been 10mins or so!

Just focus on your freedom for the moment without getting too impatient to have it taken away!

They’re probably both watching me right now and waiting for me to get close.

They know I’d outrun them if I see them coming on open ground so they’re hunting like Neanderthals; hide and wait, rapid burst of speed, takedown, victory!

I’m just drawing up to another of the lake’s feed rivers when I notice that the entire mouth is a morass of slimy black mud.

I take a sniff.

I’m pleasantly surprised by the fact that it doesn’t have the rancid smell I’d expect mud that colour to be… Still, I don’t particularly want to get dirty enough that they decide I need to be washed off in the lake before they take me back!

I’m guessing the water’s freezing cold, even if the air’s nice and warm.

Let’s maybe just turn around and-

*Boosh* is the sound of something dense utterly blindsiding me and knocking me to the sand.

“Ugh!” I grunt as I start picking myself up.

I’m half way up when strong hands seize me and yank me the rest of the way to my feet!

My right arm is twisted behind my back.

A powerful left arm wraps over my left shoulder and clasps a hand at the back of my neck.

Something hard, round and solid presses into the back top of my left upperarm, preventing me from reaching behind myself.

I turn my head to look into a fleshless Human skull with two cerulean blue eyes peering through its eyesockets.

“Tallman…” growls the woman with my arm in a hammerlock behind me “… It’s been about 30 turns of the Sun since any of your kind came to these lands… The elders tell us you were all. so. helpless, the tribes couldn’t be blamed for stealing you away(!)… That’s how I was made… A Strongman father took a Tallwoman back to the Tribe of the Bones before you all fled back across the sea… Aaaalways felt bad for my mother… taken just because she was a woman!… I think I’ll settle her score for her today!”

I shriek as I’m hurled down into the tall grass at the edge of the mudslide.

I roll over and see her for the first time.

Before me stands a woman with her usually gorgeously sleek brown hair backbrushed into an impressive lion’s mane.

Her upper face is covered by a skull mask, the rare Neanderthal blue eyes she inherited from her father shining through it.

Her chest is covered by an armoured bone bikini that very much fits the brief of ‘1960s style; titillation trumps realism or logic’.

Her broad shoulders, muscular arms, washboard stomach and the almost entirety of her powerful legs are left bare for me to marvel at.

Her crotch is covered by a loincloth with a very similar configuration to mine; a long length of fabric looped between the legs with a simple belt securing it around the hips and ends allowed to form two pelvic curtains at the front and back, only disguising genitals, arsecrack and thighgap.

Her feet are wrapped in a pair of very strappy sandals that look a little more Roman than Palaeolithic… but, again, fit the brief.

All told, she is the very epitome of the sexy barbarian warrior woman and I can almost see a Harryhauseneque claymation dinosaur stalking over the landscape behind her(!)

I extend an open palm from my position in the grass and attempt to reason with the cavewoman “Now… Miss…”

Her head twitches and her eyes narrow.

“Ma’am! Sorry! Ma’am!” I correct myself “When you say ‘settle the score’ for your mother, do you mean…?”

“Taking you back to Bone Tribe’s camp to be my man!” she sneers as if I’m being dense.

“Erm… OK… Hooooow would that settle the score created by your father kidnapping your mother from my people… exactly?” I ask, confused.

“That way we’ve taken one woman, one man… gender equality, obviously!” she says advancing on me through the grass.

“I… see… Well, that’s certainly a very… interesting definition of gender equality but… might I suggest an alternative way to even things up?”

The warrior queen with the skull face stops where she stands and looks down on me a moment before exhorting “Spit it out then!”

“Well… it occurs to me that the… main problem with your tribe kidnapping your mother from my people isn’t actually that they didn’t get an equal number of men and women, it’s that they got anyone at all! Wouldn’t a better way of evening the score be if you came back to my tribe with me?… That way your tribe would repay the debt your father incurred by taking your mother? A woman taken, a woman given back?… And… well, you seem perfectly lovely so… if you still wanted to after we’d spent some time getting to know one another, I could become your man in my tribe… How does that sound?”

She narrows her eyes at me for a moment before saying “Nice try, Tallman!… That weird Tallman logic won’t work on me!… I like being a Bonewoman, even if I am half Tallman! I’m going to take you back to Bone Tribe to father my children and it’s as simple as that!… First though…”

The powerful woman swoops her body down on top of me, rolling me over before pinning me down beneath her bulk and twisting both my arms behind my back.

I feel my wrists being firmly lashed together and to my rope belt before she pivots around to bind my ankles, carelessly plucking off and tossing away my sandals as she does.

I’m flipped over once again and my tied arms are squashed into the grass beneath both my weight and hers.

“HELP M-mmmph!” I begin screaming, only to have her silence me with a ferocious kiss.

Her skull mask crushes my nose and cheeks… causing pain that is delightful to this little masochist.

She pulls away from the kiss and finishes “I’m going to have a little sample of you… See if Tallmen really are as… satisfying as everyone says(!)”

The cloth pouch containing my manhood begins to get tighter and, this time, there’s no calming down from it!

She notices, grinding her loinclothed crotch into mine for a better feel.

I briefly have to silence the mental voice that chimes in every time I’m intimate with Sigrid, without Tea present, to tell me that I’m being unfaithful.

I need to remind myself that this is all consensual, in accordance with our boundaries and that Tea was the one who first advocated not to have a rule that all three of us need to be present for intimacy to occur!

Tea had some experience with polyamory in her commune in Couze… Sigrid’s the first person I’ve ever engaged in nonmonogamy with (knowingly and consensually at least… Not sure I’d count Lewis’s serial philandery as nonmonogamy on my part(!)) so I guess I’m still getting used to it?

Definitely no part of me wants to eject Sigrid from the relationship and go back to how things were. I love the way the three of us are together! I just need to remember the old adage; anxiety lies!

Of course, as she grasps the front pelvic curtain of my loincloth and begins pulling it upwards at a 45° angle to my chest, gliding the fabric over my cock, balls and arse, she does a good job of silencing any thoughts of anything else(!)

She slides the last of the cloth beneath my ropebelt at the back, baring my bottom against the bristly grass, then, a moment later, slides it out of the top of the rope belt, just beneath my bellybutton, exposing my erect cock and tossing my last garment (unless you count the three pieces of rope still secured around me at various points) away behind her.

She laughs with cruel satisfaction when she sees it and taunts “Looks like you’re excited to become my man, Tallman(!) Maybe Tallmen just like being kidnapped… That it(?) Well, in that case, let’s not waste any time and-*OOOF*”

Her sentence and her pushing her own loincloth aside were both cut short by her being suddenly hurled off me to my right.

She flattens the narrow curtain of grass that was separating us from the mud and rolls and skids through it for an IMPOSSIBLE distance, her pale skin, light clothing and bone armour becoming mostly obscured by the slick, black sludge.

She loses her skull mask and, from the way she has it closed beneath a dark streak painted over that side of her face, apparently gets mud in her right eye.

She skids to a halt and glares overtop of me, baring her teeth in fury.

I turn my head and see a light brown leg, covered in freckles, ending in a wide, bare foot, still hovering in the air above my naked body where, moments ago, was the side of the Bonewoman’s ribcage.

---models---

Frolic | Capture | >Mudwrestle!< | >Defeat!< | >Coffle!< | >Cunnilingus!< | >Strapon!<

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