Unofficial Heather the necromancer

So I was bored and imagining an idea. What if Heather decided to pretend and push her limits, then got caught and put in a very awkward place? So I sat down and wrote a few pages, and I thought I would post them here. I made no effort to edit these, so be prepared for lots of errors.

Heather crept around the small wall to find a very unusual sight. The wall formed a small enclosed space around a white marble bath. A naked woman of exquisite beauty stood at the wall, her cupped hands pouring water into the tub. She dared to approach the tub and ran a hand in the water to feel how warm and inviting it was.

She looked around at the dense forest that hid the little shrine. Something about this place had her aroused and she found it difficult to think. There was a part of her that wanted to do something daring, something sexy, but she was too afraid. Now she thought she was going to do something exciting for a change and her heart started to beat faster. She quickly undressed and piled her clothing nearby before slipping into the water.

“Ahh,” she said as the warm water washed over her. She leaned back and admired the beautiful woman on display. She had come to appreciate woman since inviting three of them to her bed. She was no longer a stranger to the touch of another woman’s breasts or the sacred places of her body. Just thinking about how passionate Breanne could be sent a wave of need through her body.

She looked about to ensure she was alone then reached low while spreading her legs. Excitement filled her body as she started to masturbate firmly, the dance hidden below the water. At first she envisioned it being Quinny, then Breanne but her mind wandered to Jaina. She imagined herself making love to the slutty woman and surrendering herself to Jaina’s hungers.

Just being naked where somebody could see her was exciting enough but to be masturbating too. The fear and sexual tension mixed into a cocktail of passion that forbid her to stop. She finally cried out as her head went back, the orgasm flavoring the bath with her oils.

A few minutes later she climbed out and realized their was no way to dry off. She would have to wait a few minutes for the water to evaporate and decided to dare herself some more. She left the shrine and clothes behind to wander into the trees, pretending to be another of the girls that prowled the magical forest.

“And what will you do if a man shows up?” she asked herself as she rounded a bend in the trail. The very thought sent her heart racing as she imagined being naked and collared before a man who would almost certainly seek to take her.

“I guess I wont have a choice,” she mused as she ran a finger over her collar. “I am a sex slave after all.” Her hands trembled despite her brave words and she struggled to walk forward, resisting the urge to run back for her clothes. She made the mental decision that she would walk for at least twenty minutes, leaving her clothing behind.

She tried not to think about what she as doing as her body dried and her toes enjoyed the feeling of grass. She twisted and turned down the trails and eventually found a small round building made of white marble. She dared herself to look inside to see it was a simple room with a very comfy looking bed. Her heart raced as she chewed her lower lip, pondering what to do next.

“You can do this,” she said to herself as she crept in. She crawled into the bed and laid down, stretching out as if putting herself on display.

“How does Jaina do this so easily?” Heather laughed as she lay back. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a man coming through the door to find her naked and in bed. Once again the image sent her body to trembling and a strange sensation crawled through her skin. She found herself fantasizing about the lovemaking that would follow and how she would have to do it. The thought that she would have to follow through only made the fantasy more powerful. It was like a drug coursing through her veins, mixing excitement with fear. She felt a twinge of shame as well as she thought of her loved ones and how her actions would be a betrayal.

“Would it though?” Heather asked as she considered the possibilities. “What if I told Frank to come to the forest and enjoy the women?” She tried to rationalize that idea, wondering if her would go for it. After all she did want to keep the collar, but Blackbast needed it back. If she could actually serve in the temple from time to time then she could keep the collar. However, Frank needed to get something out of the exchange so why not let him have the other girls? Shed tried to imagine if she would be jealous to know that Frank was having sex with Jaina, Gisley, or Evalynn.

“Why should I be?” Heather stated. “He already has sex with Quinny, Breanne, and Umtha. And besides it doesn’t really mean anything. It’s not like they might get pregnant or try to steal him away.” The more she thought about it, the more it made sense in her current hyper-aroused state. She wondered it this was what Jaina felt like all the time. This overly excited and dancing on her toes sort of feeling. She was so alive with tension that it was becoming intoxicating, a sensation she was loath to give up.

Her mind began to imagine a strong man crawling into bed intent on making love to her. He was an orc with powerful muscles and a face that showed his hunger. She would melt under that gaze as he pulled her legs open and settled over her as he pinned her wrists. Her eyes closed as she imagined the sex beginning her body taken by a complete stranger. Without even realizing it her hand wandered low, reaching between her spread legs to rub at her body.

Her mind began to swim as she was washed away in the moment, her body building to a powerful climax. When at last it broke free, she threw her head back to pant and only then did she notice she wasn’t alone.

“You are so beautiful,” a sincere voice said as she sat upright in a start. A handsome man with dark skin and long wavy hair stood in the doorway, looking at her longingly. She was frozen with shock as she realized he had just watched her masturbate. Even worse, she was naked and in a slave collar while stretching out on a bed in the gardens of a sex temple.

Heather tried to respond, but her voice came out in a jumble. The man looked startled by her reaction and took a step back as he began to apologize.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy on you,” he said quickly. “It’s just you’re so stunningly beautiful, and I found it hard to look away.”

Heather felt the need to flee, but at the same time, she felt a warmness toward him as his compliments on her beauty struck a cord. Now she had to work out what to do next as the man stepped out of the doorway so she could go.

“I, umm,” Heather stammered as he waited outside for her.

“You are one of the sex slaves of the temple, aren’t you?” he asked as she dared to approach the door, her hands doing little to hide her nakedness.

Heather became self conscious of the collar and how it marked her as a plaything. She noticed how his eyes kept coming to her chest, trying to see the curves behind her tightly clutched arm.

“I need to go,” Heather said as she stepped outside. “I, um, have to get back to the temple.”

“I can walk you,” he offered and held out an arm.

“You want to walk me to the temple?” Heather asked as she struggled to think of a good excuse to say no. What she really needed to do was get back to the bath and put on her clothes, but how could she explain that?

“It would be my honor to walk with you,” the man said as he looked down. “I hope, that didn’t sound stupid. I am terrible with women.”

Heather felt a strange connection to this man as he reminded her of Frank. She took a deep breath and lowered her arm from her chest to sling it through his.

“Why are you terrible with women?” she asked as he began to lead the way down the trail.

“Well,” he replied and scratched at his head. “I know this will sound silly, but I am a virgin.”

“What?” Heather balked as she tried to figure out how he had remained a virgin here.

“I came here because I heard about the girls, but I was too bashful to go into the temple. I got so nervous and turned and went down the trail as fast as I could. I thought I was alone but then I heard our beautiful moans. I don’t know what came over me but I had to follow them and then when I saw you, I couldn’t look away. I am sorry, I hope I didn’t violate your privacy.”

“No,” Heather said as her mind swam in confusion. She was naked and walking with her arms linked as a complete stranger stared at her large breasts. He had already seen her pussy spread wide and  pleasured as she fondled it for his delight.

“Your breasts are divine,” he commented then blushed so violently Heather wanted to laugh.

She looked down at her own chest as it glistened as if freashly oiled. This poor man had come here to finally experience a woman and by sheer bad luck had stumbled on Heather.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “It’s just, being so close to a woman this beautiful makes me crazy.”

Heather wondered if that was code for aroused, and dared to glance down to see a bulge in his pants. She had this mans body burning with desire and in some odd way that made her aroused.

“Umm,” Heather began as her mind tried to sort out what was going on. The mixture of fear and arousal was becoming overwhelming and every time she saw his eyes taking her in it only got worse. As they passed a small gazeebo with a bed in it Heather began to have the most decadent fantasies.

“Is something the matter?” the man asked as she stopped to consider the bed.

“Maybe, we could do a little bit,” Heather said as she looked down.

“Do a little bit?” he asked.

Heather swallowed as she tried to talk herself out of what she was thinking. Every alarm bell was ringing in her head but it was being washed out by the flood of nervous arousal. She was a sex slave, after all, and she had come here pretending to live out a fantasy. Maybe one little encounter wouldn’t be too much, and she could run back to her clothing and never come back here.