Idris 1-7 So close!

The forest was quiet as Idris fell to her knees, her hands shaking as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling. She had walked north into the wilds, slowly heading toward distant mountains. She was hopeful that they were getting close, and thanks to Zil and his illusions, she always had a cock to suck. Then a day and a half ago, she felt the direction change. Suddenly they were slightly to her left, then directly left, then slightly behind her. She realized they had just passed her, maybe a mile away, and she suspected they were heading back to the ruins.

She ran as fast as she could, and Zil used his illusions to carry her when she tired. They covered the ground as quickly as they could, reaching the old ruins in just under two days. The ruins came into view late in the afternoon, and she nearly cried out for joy. There was a strange blue light coming from around a wall, indicating that somebody was there. She rounded the wall with Zil to find an empty compound with fresh tracks and a smoldering fire.

There was nobody to be seen, but there was something present. A magical portal ringed in blue stood open wide in the center of a clearing. Idris realized that Roric and his family must have used the door to travel away, and she ran for it as fast as her legs would carry her. She was a dozen steps from the portal when it suddenly closed, leaving her outstretched arm frozen in longing.

“No,” she gasped and fell to her knees.

“What happened?” Zil asked as he walked up beside her.

“They are gone,” Idris replied. “They felt so close. Now they feel a thousand miles to the south.”

“How could that be?” he asked, standing on her thigh. “You said they had just passed us.”

She could only shake her head in disbelief as her prize was snatched away. How could they use a portal to travel so far, knowing she was trying to find them? She felt betrayed as if they were playing a cruel game and not interested in her joining them. With tears in her eyes, she fell to the ground and curled into a ball to cry, the frustration taking its toll.

“Idris?” Zil said as he pawed at her. “Why are you crying?”

“It's not fair!” she cried. “They were here minutes ago, but they used magic to portal away.”

“Oh,” Zil replied and rubbed at his chin. “Can you make portals?”

“No,” Idris moaned. “And even if I could, I have no idea where they went. All I saw was what looked like a city, but that could be anywhere.”

“But you can still feel them, right?” he pressed and pushed on her back.

“They feel like they are halfway across the world,” Idris sobbed. “I just wanted to play their game and have fun, but this isn't fun anymore!”

“Hey,” Zil said as he walked around her head. “Maybe they will come back.”

“They aren't coming back!” she cried. “They played a cruel game, and now I'm stuck.”

“Well, by how you described them, they didn't sound mean,” Zil offered. “I think something must have happened that made them leave.”

Idris wanted to believe him, but she was reeling from the shock of being so close and then having the door slammed in her face. All she wanted was for the belt to come off, but now it would stay on for much longer. She wondered if it would be weeks or months before she got close again. How was she going to go so long unable to touch herself?

She dreamed of being in the arms of a man and having proper sex, but that wasn't going to happen now. For all she knew, Roric had intended for her to be in chastity for good, denying her any sexual relief until she crawled at his feet and begged. Maybe once or twice a year, the belt would come off so he could give her a quick fuck, then she would be locked in again and kept in denial.

She would be surrounded by women having bountiful sex while she was unable to experience it. She would probably be chained up and forced to watch as Jaina, and the others took man after man. Their bodies kept in a constant state of sexual bliss that Idris could only dream of.

Idris felt a strange sense of tension at that thought, being forced to watch other women being pleasured while she was locked up. For some reason, she felt aroused by the idea and started to grind her thighs in excitement.

“What are you doing?” Zil asked as he noticed her strange behavior.

“What? Nothing,” Idris quickly replied as she uncurled from her ball. She sat up and wiped her eyes dry before taking a moment to consider how she had just felt. She tried to justify it as a random thought, but she still felt the tension as she got up. Zil was at her feet like a loyal pet looking up with his little dragon face. She took a moment to get her bearings and looked to the south as she felt the pull of the distant Roric. She felt ashamed for assuming he had done this to her out of cruelty. Zil was right, something unexpected had happened, and Roric had to make a choice. She still had two uses of the fairy glitter left. Maybe she should try to speak to them tonight and find out what happened. Zil landed on her shoulder as she pondered that thought and used his long neck to look her in the eye.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked as his tail curled around her neck.

“I am fine,” Idris replied with a sigh. “I guess we need to go south now.”

“Why don’t I make it go a little faster,” Zil replied and hopped down. “You can ride on me.”

“You're a little too small to ride,” Idris pointed out, but Zil began to glow with random colors as his body suddenly grew. A few seconds later, he was the size of a small horse and folded his wings tightly back.

“I can’t keep this illusion solid for long, but since I can run much faster than we can walk, it will gain you some ground,” he said.

Idris smiled as she recognized that he was trying to help. The annoying little pest of a toy dragon was actually concerned about her. She carefully climbed onto his back and hooked her legs over his wings for support. Then he asked which way to go, so she pointed, and he took off, slowly growing to a full run to prevent her from falling off.

Ten minutes later, Zil jumped over a small brook as he thundered through the trees. She felt like some kind of strange dragon knight riding her steed into battle. The forest went by in a blur, and her zombies had been left far behind, running in their slow shuffle. Her hair flowed in the breeze as he burst into a clearing and began racing across.

“I think I can manage a few more minutes,” he said with a strained voice.

“Thank you,” Idris replied and bent over to rub at his shoulder. “This was very kind of you.”

“I wish I had thought to do this when you said they passed us,” Zil said as he turned his head to look back. “We might have caught them.”

Idris realized that was probably true, but it wasn't his fault. He couldn't appreciate what was happening in her mind, and she certainly didn’t share any of it. How could he be blamed for not knowing what she wouldn't tell him? Just thinking that made her feel guilty, especially considering how nice he had been to her recently. Even now, he was running across the landscape, taxing his powers to the limit just to make her happy. He had no idea how she felt, only that she was sad, so he was trying to help.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Idris replied to discharge him of responsibility. “I am sure we will catch them again. They said they were going to establish a permanent home, so they will settle down and stop moving eventually.”

“Do you think that's where they went?” Zil asked. “To this home and the magical forest, you were telling me about?”

“I suppose,” Idris remarked as she considered her current situation. “But I think they said they still had to build it. So, maybe they completed their task in the north and went to start building.”

“Maybe they found somebody who could get them there quickly, and they had to go right away,” Zil offered.

“Maybe, but I can seek out that Rajeen woman. She is relatively nearby and might be able to tell me what happened,” Idris replied.

“Who is that?” he asked as his pace began to slow.

Idris told him to stop and rest while she explained the tiger woman known as Rajeen. He was full of questions, especially about the harem, and wanted to know if Idris would prefer to be a part of that. She honestly didn't think so, despite preferring women to men. Still, she did appreciate the idea of being taken care of and the abundant sex on offer. Rajeen seemed like an intense but loving master who greatly treasured the girls in her collection.

Zil shrank to his normal size and collapsed to the ground, saying he only needed a minute to recover. Idris picked him up and cradled him to her chest as she walked across the wilderness. Zil was quiet for a good ten minutes as he recovered, then insisted he could walk. She ignored his pleas and kept him firmly cradled as she tried to make sense of her feelings.

An hour later, her zombies caught up, and she was grateful for their presence. She had seen several large creatures lurking in the trees and had to go wide to avoid their attention. Now her direction sense had faded, and Zil was still in her arms, gently swaying his tail as they crept through the trees.

“You can put me down now,” he insisted. “I am fully recovered.

“I want to carry you for a bit more,” Idris replied as she ducked under a branch.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he rolled over to his back.

Idris wondered why he said that and asked him to explain himself. He said that she had seemed distant since the portal closed. He was worried she didn't want to be his slave girl anymore and didn't blame her.

“Until you picked me up, it didn’t seem like you cared,” Zil said.

“You're right,” she admitted and looked down. “I am sorry, and I don't know how to explain myself. I guess I was so focused on catching up to Roric and beginning that life that I took the portal closing hard. I wish I could describe to you how much that hurt. I was so badly looking forward to finally being at his feet again.”

“You really want to be his slave girl,” Zil said as he stretched his long neck up. “It sounds like you’re hurt that it has taken so long.”

“Honestly, it's only been a week, but I crave to feel that sensation again. I don't know how to explain the feeling that fills you when you look into the eyes of your master. When you know for certain that you will do anything he says, and you hope he will test you.”

“Did you always feel like this?” Zil asked as he watched her face.

“No, it was sort of awaked in me during that night,” Idris replied. “I had no idea what it felt like to submit like that, but just that little taste left me craving more.” She paused in her thoughts and then shook her head as she realized what was truly bothering her. “And I am slowly forgetting what it felt like as the days go by. I worry that if this goes on long enough, I won't even desire it anymore.”

“I will help you find him,” Zil insisted. “I will go wherever you need to go.”

“That's very sweet of you,” Idris replied with a smile and looked down at his head. She lifted him up, so he was level with her face and leaned in to kiss the tip of his little beak.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Just a thank you,” Idris said as she returned him to his spot in her arms. “I appreciate that you are trying to help and that you stopped calling me a dirty slut.”

“I figured out you didn't like that,” he replied. “And I know your real name now.”

“Do you mind me calling you Zil?” she asked and looked down. “Your real name is complex.”

“I don’t mind,” he replied and blinked his eyes. “But I would like Zilix better.”

“Zilix,” she said with a toss of her head. “Alright, I can say that.”

She watched him turn his long neck, about to look ahead, and then jumped in her arms.

“Look out!” he cried as something dark leaped from the trees.

Idris tossed him into the air as she dived for a tree. He took to flying as a dark form crashed to the ground where she had been standing a moment ago. It looked like a large cat, a little bigger than a lion but had no real head. Where the neck should be was simply a large gaping maw of razor-sharp teeth. It had powerful-looking arms that ended in three-inch long claws and a tail that carried a stout barb. She saw no eyes of any kind, but there were slits on the top of the shoulders where something like red cones protruded.

The creature turned with astonishing speed and went to lunge at her, but the zombies were already on it. The beast let out a terrible growl as the first spear pierced its hide.

Idris scrambled back to a safe distance and quickly regained her senses. She stood as one of her zombies was pinned to the ground by the hulking creature. Her blood rushed, causing her hands to shake as she focused on the task at hand.

“Raging strength!” she shouted and pointed at her zombies, causing all of them to glow with red light. The one underfoot began to fight its way up while the other two quickly rushed in. Idris covered them in magical armor, then boosted their speed before giving them all a good heal. The monster couldn't escape the three zombies as they pressed the attack, fearlessly defending their master. The beast took a battery of wounds, then did something few monsters did; it ran away.

“Zil, I mean Zilix? Are you alright?” Idris called.

“I hid in the trees,” Zilix called down and flew from the branches. “I didn't want to use my power up fighting when you need it to carry you. Besides, I could see you are good at keeping those zombies alive. You don't need me fights like that.”

“Aw, did you just give me a compliment?” Idris laughed and held out her arm for him to perch on. “So, is your power recovered?”

“Not fully,” he replied. “But I have a lot of it.”

“Hmm,” Idris said as she walked on. “Let me know when it is fully recovered.”

“Aren’t I the one who should be giving orders?” Zilix asked as he moved to her shoulder.

“Well, give me an order,” Idris said.

Zilix paused to ponder what he would command, then lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

“I want you to suck the zombies,” he said.

Idris rolled her eyes in annoyance and stormed off with him holding on to her head. She reminded him that she was disgusted by that idea and that what he was asking was out of the question.

“But you did it once before,” he insisted.

“Because you tricked me,” she said angrily. “I would never have put that disgusting thing in my mouth if I had known.”

“But you didn’t really put it in your mouth,” he replied.

Idris came to a halt as she tried to understand what he had just said. Shed turned her head to regard him and asked what he meant by that.

“That was part of the illusion,” Zilix explained. “The zombie didn’t actually get hard.”

“But I heard it moan, and it responded to what I was doing,” Idris pointed out.

“Because I mapped the illusion over the zombie, it felt what you were doing, but that wasn’t actually part of its body. I am not even sure they can, you know, do that,” Zilix said.

“You mean I didn't have its cock in my mouth?” Idris asked as she felt a wave of relief.

“No,” he replied.

“I wish you had explained that days ago,” Idris said as she slapped a hand over her face. “Oh, the disgust I have been feeling over that.”

“So, you feel better now?” he asked.

“Why did you even use a zombie?” Idris complained. “Couldn't you have just made a stand-alone illusion?”

“I could have, but that takes a lot more power,” Zilix said. “I would have run out of strength before you finished. But if I map the illusion over something solid, I can keep it running much longer.”

“So all you did was use the zombie as a frame?” she asked.

“I guess that's right,” he said with a nod.

“Oh, I feel so much better,” Idris sighed.

“Then you won’t mind doing it again?” he asked.

Idris paused to consider that and looked back at the three zombies. She supposed if they were disguised and the cocks in her mouth were just part of the illusion, then why not. Still, she wondered why he even wanted to see that. Surely he would prefer some personal attention. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had been neglecting him. He was sincerely trying to help and even overtaxing himself for her benefit. The least she could do was play the role she agreed on and do her best to be the perfect slave girl.

“Why don’t you take your humanoid form,” Idris suggested.

“That takes more power,” he replied. “And I wanted to save it for carrying you.”

“I appreciate that,” Idris said as she reached up and plucked him from her shoulder. “But I think  it’s time I served my master’s needs.”

“Oh,” he said with a blink, fluttering from her hands.

She smiled as he glowed brightly with colorful light, and a moment later was a tall dragon man with scales for skin and a very dragon-like face. He looked down at her with a gaze of hunger as she realized this needed to be more special than normal. She dropped to her knees and reached for the scaly sheath that concealed the large cock. She began to stroke the pouch until that dark glistening shaft finally began to swell out. Idris kept stroking as she teased the cock with her tongue, coating it with a slick layer of saliva. She sucked at the tip as he grew to full length, then used her hands to coat him with saliva as she ran her lips up and down the shaft. She worked for several minutes until her hands ran wet over his shaft, and he was shaking from her attention.

“Why are you being so different,” he groaned as she ensured he was good and wet.

She smiled and stood up, turning her back to him as she guided his cock between her thighs. She then leaned into his chest and squeezed her legs tight, pressing them between her thighs and the smooth metal of the belt. Idris held her arms up so he could grab them, then started a swaying motion as she dragged her thighs up and down his long cock.

“This feels good,” he groaned as she smiled from the tension in his words. She knew it was good and wanted to ensure he knew he had more options than oral. She put her entire body in motion as she rode along his shaft, stimulating him with her skin. He began to groan as his hands tightened around her wrists while she worked hard to keep her thighs tight. A minute later, she felt him tighten up and knew he was close. With a stuttering cry, he leaned into her back and let her hands go as he lost himself. Idris quickly fell to her knees and grabbed his cock, stroking him firmly as she wrapped her lips around the tip. She was hungry to get him inside and not miss the reward of her efforts. She also needed to refresh her direction sense to keep up the pursuit. She hungrily stroked him, knowing that every swallow would trigger her orgasm.

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned as her mouth filled with hot seed, spilling around her lips and down her chin as the flood rushed in. She immediately orgasmed with him, her body throbbing with each swallow of his cum, as she milked him for every drop she could get. She squeezed and sucked to get one last renew of her orgasm, then fell into his groin as she enjoyed the release that ran wet down her thighs. A minute later, she was recovering from her exertion, and Zilix looked as if he had run a marathon.

“That was amazing,” he panted, looking down at her wet face.

“You didn’t last long,” Idris teased as she stroked his limpening cock. “That took me less than two minutes.”

“You had me so excited,” he replied. “You have never been like that before.”

“I wanted to show you I appreciate what you are doing for me,” Idris replied. “But I will still kill you if you broke this chastity belt, and they can't get it off.”

“I was trying to help,” he said defensively as he tried to back away, but she held his cock firmly.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Idris said with a smile.

“You should let me carry you while I am in this form,” Zilix said.

“I suppose that's a good idea,” Idris replied and stood up. She ran a hand along his chest, enjoying the strength of this frame. She found it hard to believe this was an illusion that she could touch, smell, and even taste.

Zill swept her into his arms and ran off, easily pacing across the open land with powerful strides. He assured her he wouldn't last long but would take her as far as he could. Idris smiled and let her legs sway as her champion carried her across the countryside. She began to wish this was his true form, and the tiny cat-sized dragon was one of the illusions. Then she could sleep in his arms and feel that wall of scales protecting her at night. She dreamed of what it would be like to have a dragon warrior at her side and the sex that would happen regularly. With a sigh, she put those thoughts away and tried not to think about them any further. She didn't want to admit she was developing feelings for him, but in truth, it was this form she liked. She simply couldn't see him as a good partner as the little dragon, and try as she might, she didn't take him seriously as a master. But as this powerful humanoid, she was ready to fall to her knees and bow her head.

He carried her for nearly an hour before setting her down and losing his shape. Once again, he was the little dragon, and she carried him in her arms as he curled into a ball to sleep. How funny it was that she called this tiny thing master and pretended to be his slave. What would other people think if they saw him walking down the road, pulling a leash attached to her collar?

She didn't care what anyone thought while deep in the north, miles from a settlement. She would worry about that problem as she got closer, but for right now, she would carry her little master asleep in her soft arms.