Enslaved by My Forgotten Wife

The wind whips through my hair as we thunder across the open field, the rhythmic pounding of hooves filling my ears. I cling desperately to Vallenora’s waist, my arms wrapped around her slender form in a white-knuckled grip that felt oddly romantic. The sleek black stallion beneath us moves with incredible speed and grace, each powerful stride eating up the ground beneath us.

The landscape blurs into a dizzying tapestry of emerald grass and wildflowers, punctuated by the occasional tree standing sentinel in the vast expanse. The late afternoon sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a warm, golden glow.

Despite the breathtaking beauty surrounding us, I can barely appreciate it. My heart races, not with excitement, but with sheer terror. Every jolt and bounce of the horse sends a fresh wave of panic through me. I press my face against Vallenora’s back, squeezing my eyes shut and praying to whatever gods might be listening so that I don’t fall off.

Vallenora, in stark contrast, seems completely at ease. Her posture is relaxed yet regal, her movements fluid as she guides the horse with subtle shifts of her weight and gentle tugs on the reins. The wind catches her raven hair, sending it streaming behind us like a banner of midnight silk.

Sensing my discomfort, Vallenora turns her head slightly, treating me to a sultry smile that makes my heart skip a beat for entirely different reasons. Her crimson eyes sparkle with amusement and a hint of something darker, more predatory.

“You really aren’t good with horses, honey,” she laughs, her melodic voice somehow carrying over the thunder of hooves and rush of wind. The sound of her laughter is intoxicating, a siren call that momentarily makes me forget my fear.

To our right, Raven keeps pace on his own mount, a sturdy gray charger that seems as somber and serious as its rider. He catches my eye, a hint of sympathy flickering across his usually stoic features.

Raven guides his mount closer, the powerful gray charger moving in perfect sync with its rider. His eyes meet mine, a flicker of understanding passing between us.

“You were always awful with horses,” Raven says, his deep voice carrying easily over the thundering hooves. There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, softening the blunt assessment.

Vallenora’s melodic laughter rings out, clear as a bell. She turns her head, treating me to a dazzling smile. “Of course, I know that,” she says, her crimson eyes sparkling. “I know everything about my husband.”

“I’m a bit nervous,” I admit, my voice wavering slightly as we clear a small rise in the landscape. The horse’s powerful strides send jolts through my entire body, each one a fresh reminder of how precarious my position feels.

Vallenora’s expression softens, her crimson eyes filling with tender concern. “Oh, my love,” she coos, her voice dripping with sympathy. “Do you want me to use the calming spell again? It would make the ride much more enjoyable for you.”

For a moment, I’m tempted. The memory of that blissful, worry-free state is alluring, especially as another jolt from the horse sends a fresh wave of panic through me.

I shake my head, forcing what I hope is a brave smile. “No, thank you,” I reply, tightening my grip on Vallenora’s waist. “I don’t want to look weak to my wife.”

Vallenora’s eyebrows raise slightly at my choice of words, but her smile never wavers. “Okay,” she says, her voice warm with affection. “But just say something if you get more nervous. I’m here for you, always.”

I nodded, touched by her concern despite my lingering doubts about our relationship. “Okay,” I say simply, pressing my cheek against her back and focusing on the steady rhythm of her breathing.

As we crest the top of a grassy hill, the landscape suddenly opens up before us in a breathtaking panorama. But the pastoral beauty is shattered by the sight that greets us at the bottom of the hill. There, in a small valley nestled between two ridges, stands a giant of truly monstrous proportions. It towers at least twenty feet tall, its massive form a mountain of rippling muscle and matted hair.

The giant bellows in rage, its voice a thunderous roar that shakes the very air around us. With each earth-shattering step, it leaves deep imprints in the soft soil. Trees are uprooted and tossed aside like twigs.

As we draw closer, I can make out more details of the destruction. The remains of what must have been a small farming village lie scattered across the valley floor. Splintered wood and shattered stone are all that’s left of homes and barns.

Raven pulls his mount to a halt beside us, his brow furrowed in confusion as he surveys the scene. “Something’s not right,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as he studies the rampaging giant. “It’s far more aggressive than it should be.”

Vallenora clicks her tongue in annoyance, her crimson eyes flashing with irritation. “It’s been frenzied,” she states matter-of-factly as if diagnosing a mild cold rather than a rampaging behemoth.

“Look closer,” she instructs, gesturing towards the giant with a graceful wave of her hand. “Do you see it?”

As I focus on the creature, I notice something strange. A faint purple aura seems to shimmer around its massive form, pulsing in time with its thunderous heartbeat.

She turns to me, her expression softening for a moment. “I’m sorry, honey,” she says, her melodic voice tinged with regret. “It won’t be a hard fight, but it might get ugly. I have to send you away to somewhere safe, but I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.”

Before I can respond, Vallenora reaches out and touches my arm. Her fingers are cool against my skin, sending a jolt of magical energy through my body. “Go to a safe place,” she intones, her words resonating with power.

In an instant, the world around me blurs and shifts. The grassy hillside and rampaging giant fade away, replaced by an opulent throne room I’ve never seen before. Massive pillars of obsidian stretch towards a vaulted. Blood-red tapestries hang from the walls, their intricate designs seeming to writhe and move in the flickering torchlight.

As my vision clears, I find myself standing before an ornate throne carved from what appears to be a single piece of crimson crystal. The seat pulses with an inner light, casting eerie shadows across the polished floor.

On the throne sits a figure that takes my breath away. Her skin is a deep, vibrant red, smooth as polished rubies. Delicate horns curve up from her forehead. A thin tail flicks lazily behind her, its spaded tip gleaming in the torchlight.

Her eyes, pools of liquid gold, lock onto mine with predatory intensity. Full lips painted a shimmering onyx curl into a sultry smile, revealing pointed canines. She rises from the throne with feline grace, her voluptuous form barely contained by a revealing gown.

“Oh,” she purrs, her voice like honey and smoke, “did the boss send me a snack for once?”

As she slinks towards me, each step deliberate and sensual, I feel an unnatural heat building within me. My heart races, palms growing slick with sweat. There’s an almost magnetic pull drawing me towards her despite my rational mind screaming warnings.

‘What is she?’

She draws closer, the scent of exotic spices and smoldering embers washing over me. My breath catches in my throat as tendrils of desire coil through my body, growing more intense with each step she takes.

“My, my,” she murmurs, now close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from her crimson skin. “Aren’t you a delicious little morsel?”

A single clawed finger traces along my jawline, leaving a trail of tingling heat in its wake. My legs tremble, knees threatening to buckle as waves of arousal crash over me. It takes every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to close the remaining distance between us.

She pulls my face close, her golden eyes hypnotic as they bore into mine. “Don’t worry,” she purrs, her breath hot against my skin, “I know you’re feeling it, right? I’ll take good care of you.”

Suddenly, her eyes go wide. She sniffs delicately, her nostrils flaring. Then she leans in, pressing her nose to my neck and inhaling deeply. In an instant, her demeanor changes completely. With a yelp of panic, she throws me to the ground, leaping backward with inhuman grace. She lands nearly ten feet away, crouched in a defensive stance.

“Ahh, sorry!” she exclaims, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to throw you so hard. You reek of the boss.”

Her golden eyes, moments ago filled with seductive promise, now shine with naked terror. She backs away further, her tail lashing anxiously behind her.

“You must be her husband,” she says, her words tumbling out in a panicked rush. “Please, don’t tell her about this. I swear I didn’t know. I would never... Oh gods, she’ll kill me if she finds out!”

The demonic-looking woman flees, leaving me alone in the grand throne room. The unnatural heat continues to build within me, an inferno of desire threatening to consume my very being. I writhe on the cold stone floor, every nerve ending aflame with desperate need. My skin feels too tight, and my clothes are an unbearable prison.

“Please,” I call out weakly, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Turn it off... make it stop...”

But there’s no one left to hear my pleas. The arousal grows stronger with each passing second, clouding my thoughts and overwhelming my senses. I can barely form coherent thoughts through the haze of lust.

Suddenly, the air shimmers and crackles with arcane energy. Vallenora materializes in a swirl of purple light, her crimson eyes widening as she takes in the scene.

“Sorry about that,” she says nonchalantly, brushing a stray lock of raven hair behind her ear. “I meant to send you to the castle, not here.”

I struggle to my feet, my legs trembling beneath me. The sight of Vallenora, resplendent in her shimmering gown, only intensifies the burning need coursing through my veins. Without conscious thought, I lunge forward, my hands grasping desperately at the silken fabric of her dress.

“Val,” I moan, my voice thick with desire.

Vallenora’s eyes widen in surprise, then darken with desire as she takes in my desperate state. A delighted smile spreads across her face, her crimson eyes glittering with excitement.

“My, my,” she purrs, her melodic voice heavy with arousal. “What’s gotten into you, my love?”

She allows me to guide her backward until her legs hit the ornate throne. In one fluid motion, she sinks down onto the seat, pulling me with her. My trembling hands fumble with my belt buckle as Vallenora hikes up her shimmering gown, revealing creamy thighs and the lacy edge of her undergarments.

With a growl of frustration, I finally free myself from the confines of my trousers. Vallenora’s nimble fingers push her delicate underwear aside, exposing her glistening folds. She’s already soaking wet with arousal, her body as eager as my own.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in her welcoming pussy. We both cry out at the sudden joining, pleasure crackling between us like lightning. Vallenora’s back arches, pressing her breasts against my chest as her legs wrap tightly around my waist.

“Oh!” she gasps, her crimson eyes wide with delight. “Does my loving husband want to ravish me right here on this throne? Be as rough as you want with me, honey. I am incredibly durable.”

Lost in my desire for Vallenora, I grit my teeth and growl as an unspeakable lust courses through my veins. Despite the collar around my neck, I feel more powerful than ever before.

I’m beyond myself as I plunge into her depths again and again, our bodies colliding in a frenzied dance. Her tight pussy envelops me like a drug, and I can’t get enough of her.

“You... you’re mine... Vallenora... only... mine..." I pant out between ragged breaths. Frenzy fills my eyes, but she only smirks in response.

“Of course, my love,” she coos, running her nails down my back in a sensual caress. “I belong to you and only you.”

Spurred on by her words, I pound into her harder, driving us both to the brink of sanity with each relentless thrust. Our moans fill the throne room, bouncing off the high ceilings and mingling with the chaotic sounds of battle outside. It’s as if the world has been reduced to just the two of us.

“Faster... faster... harder!” Vallenora gasps, her fingers digging into the armrests as she arches her back and pulls her gown beneath her shoulders, presenting her breasts for my hungry gaze.

I growl in response, picking up my pace, my hips smacking against her ass with a wet, rhythmic tempo that echoes through the room. Vallenora’s moans spur me on, fueling the fire within me.

As my cock plunges into her depths, I can feel her tight pussy constricting around me, milking my length with every powerful thrust.

Vallenora’s cries of pleasure only serve to stoke the flames of my desire, driving me to new heights of lust-fueled madness. I watch in primal satisfaction as her body quivers underneath mine, her chest heaving and breasts bouncing with each impact.

“Damn, you feel so good,” I groan, lost in the sensation of our bodies crashing together. “So tight... so fucking perfect.”

Vallenora’s response is nothing more than a mindless whimper, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as her orgasm builds within her. With a final brutal thrust, my hips slam into hers, and I erupt inside her, filling her with my potent seed. Purple electricity explodes around us as our climaxes collide, the very fabric of reality trembling under the sheer force of our release.

But even as I cum inside her, my raging erection doesn’t relent. If anything, it only grows harder and more insatiable than before.

“Again... again...” Vallenora shrieks with excitement. Her voice hoarse with lust as her fingers dig into the throne.

Vallenora’s eyes glisten with a depraved delight as she senses my unrelenting desire. With a devious smile, she hovers in the air and flips us around. Pushing me onto my back and straddles me, her slick folds mere inches away from the tip of my aching manhood. “Is this what you want?” she teases, grinding herself against me, denying me the sweet release I so desperately crave.

“Yes... yes... fuck,” I moan, my sanity dangling by a thread. “I want... I need... inside you... now...”

She cackles with delight, her crimson eyes blazing with sadistic glee. “Such a good husband,” she purrs as she lowers herself onto me, impaling herself on my shaft inch by agonizing inch. “Mine.” She growls, her nails digging into my chest as she takes control of our union. Her hips began to rock in a punishing rhythm, grinding against me as she plunges me deeper and deeper into her depths.

The pleasure intensifies tenfold as Vallenora takes the reins, her wet pussy milks my cock with every bounce. I can feel her inner walls squeezing me like a vice grip, my senses overwhelmed by her scent and the intoxicating sight of her bouncing on my shaft like she’s taming a wild stallion. Each bounce of her hips sends me one step closer to the brink of insanity, my vision blurring with desire.

As Vallenora continues to ride me with wild abandon, the crackling bolts of purple lightning intensify around our joined bodies. The air itself seems charged with raw, primal energy as arcs of electricity dance across our sweat-slicked skin. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through us, the magical energy responding to our shared ecstasy.

The ornate throne room bears witness to our frenzied coupling. Tapestries smolder and curl at the edges, singed by stray bolts of arcane power. The crystal throne beneath us hums and pulses with an otherworldly glow, resonating with the rhythm of our passion.

Vallenora throws her head back, her ebony hair a cascading waterfall down her arched spine. Her crimson eyes roll back in rapture as she impales herself on my throbbing shaft again and again. The sight of her lost in throes of pleasure pushes me over the edge.

With a primal roar, I erupt deep inside her welcoming cunt. Thick ropes of my essence paint her inner walls, filling her to overflowing. As I climax, the magical energy surrounding us reaches a fever pitch. Blinding flashes of purple light illuminate the chamber as if we’ve been struck by lightning.

“I love you!” Vallenora screams, her voice raw with emotion and lust. “Oh gods, I love you so much!”

Her own orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her inner muscles clenching and spasming around my still-rigid member. She collapses against my chest, trembling and gasping for breath.

I lie there panting heavily, utterly spent yet still achingly hard inside her. The unnatural arousal continues to burn through my veins like liquid fire. Vallenora lifts her head, a devilish smile playing across her lips as she feels my unwavering erection.

“My, my,” she purrs, her voice filled with desire. “It seems my darling husband is utterly insatiable today.”

With a sensual roll of her hips that makes me groan, she begins to move again. Her breasts sway hypnotically before my eyes as she finds a new rhythm, slower but no less intense than before. I’m helpless to do anything but watch in awe as she takes her pleasure from my body once more.

*****

We lay tangled together on the cold stone floor of the throne room, our bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath after hours of frenzied lovemaking. Vallenora drapes herself across me, her skin flushed and glowing in the aftermath of our passion. Her raven hair spills over my chest like a silken waterfall.

The air around us still crackles faintly with residual magical energy, purple sparks dancing lazily through the air before fading away. The once-pristine throne room bears evidence of our marathon session. Scorch marks mar everything in the room.

Vallenora nuzzles into the crook of my neck, a contented purr rumbling through her chest. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my skin, sending little shivers of pleasure through my overstimulated nerves. The extended duration of our lovemaking, made possible only by Vallenora’s magic sustaining my stamina.

“Mmm, honey,” Vallenora murmurs, her voice husky and sated. She props herself up on one elbow, crimson eyes twinkling with mischief and lingering lust as she gazes down at me. A radiant smile spreads across her face, brighter than any sun. “What got into you? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. That was... exquisite.”

I swallow hard, suddenly nervous about revealing the catalyst for my uncharacteristic behavior. “Well,” I begin hesitantly, “when you transported me here, I saw this demon-looking girl. She seemed to use some kind of spell, and then I just felt... overwhelmed with desire.”

Vallenora’s eyes go wide as I describe my encounter, her crimson irises expanding until they seem to swallow the light. The air around us grows thick with tension, crackling with barely contained energy. Her delicate brows furrow, creating a small crease between them that I find oddly endearing despite the seriousness of the moment.

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath, her melodic voice tinged with frustration. “I should have paid more attention to where I sent you.”

Her gaze locks onto mine, intense and probing. “Did you...” she begins, her voice trailing off as if she can’t bring herself to finish the question. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. “Did you do anything with this demon bitch?”

I shake my head emphatically, relief washing over me as I realize I can answer truthfully. “No, not at all,” I assure her. “As soon as the red-skinned girl smelled me, she ran away like her life depended on it.”

Vallenora’s tense posture relaxes visibly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Good,” she says, her voice a mixture of relief and lingering annoyance.

An awkward silence falls between us. Vallenora’s gaze darts around the room, studiously avoiding eye contact. Her fingers fidget with a lock of her raven hair, twirling it nervously. It’s clear she’s trying to appear nonchalant, but her discomfort is palpable.

“I wonder,” she muses, her voice overly casual, “who that demon could have been. How strange.”

I raise an eyebrow, my lips quirking into a smile. “Val,” I say gently, “she called you ‘boss.’”

Vallenora’s eyes widen, a flicker of panic crossing her ethereal features before she schools her expression into one of exaggerated innocence. Her crimson gaze darts around the room, refusing to meet mine as she fidgets with a stray lock of her raven hair.

“I don’t know any demons,” she says, her melodic voice pitched slightly higher than usual. “Nope, not a single one.”

Her words tumble out in a rush, each one more unconvincing than the last. It’s like watching a child with chocolate smeared across their face vehemently denying they’ve eaten any sweets. The contrast between the powerful, seductive woman I’ve come to know and this suddenly flustered version of Vallenora is both amusing and oddly endearing.

‘As long as I’m alive, I’m happy. I don’t know a goddamn thing about demons. Clearly, if I stay with Val, I’ll be safe.’

I let out a long, weary sigh. The events of the day, from the giant attack to our marathon lovemaking session, have left me utterly drained. “Can we just head back to the castle?” I ask, running a hand through my sweat-dampened hair.

At my dismissive tone, Vallenora’s eyes light up like twin crimson stars. Her entire demeanor shifts, relief washing over her features as she realizes I’m not going to pursue the topic further. A smile spreads across her face, transforming her from a nervous child to an ethereal goddess in an instant.

“Of course, my love,” she purrs, her voice once again smooth as silk and rich as honey. With a graceful wave of her hand, purple energy crackles around us, enveloping our bodies in a cocoon of arcane power.

The world blurs and shifts, the opulent throne room dissolving into a swirl of color and light. When my vision clears, I find myself lying on the impossibly soft mattress of our enormous bed in Vallenora’s castle.

Vallenora curls up beside me, her lithe body fitting perfectly against mine. She nuzzles into the crook of my neck, her breath warm against my skin as she lets out a contented sigh. “Home sweet home,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction and lingering desire.