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In some sense of the word, Saheeli’s lover, Huatli, was nude, yet in others, she was very much not. An elaborate body cage of filigreed brass encased the warrior-poet as tight as a second skin, highlighting her assets and leaving her completely immobilized. In her current predicament, Huatli was unable to even lift a finger, as even those had been individually trapped by her new gilded cage. Her mouth hung pried open by an o-ring, her tongue held out by a web of brass to drip saliva down onto her naked breasts. Saheeli had certainly outdone herself this time. This was no mere bondage. Huatli had been transformed into a work of art, from which she could never escape on her own. The cage had been constructed through Saheeli’s magic as one, solid piece - no joints, no keyholes, nothing - and could only be removed by that very same magic. The artificer couldn’t help but admire her handiwork. From the flexing of her girlfriend’s muscles as she struggled in vain, the muscles of a honed warrior, yet unable to budge even an inch; to the moans and whines that occasionally slipped out, to the glazed look in Huatli’s eyes that betrayed just how hot and bothered she was getting, the mere sight of her made Saheeli’s core ache.
She gripped Huatli’s tongue between her thumb and forefinger, then leaned her face in close. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” She smirked. “Or how pathetic?”
Huatli replied with the most pitiful, desperate whine she could and nearly turned Saheeli’s insides to jelly.
With iron will, Saheeli managed to keep her composure. “I bet you want some attention now, don’t you, H?”
Huatli desperately strained to nod her head, but the bonds were too strong to overcome. She settled on simply whining in assent.
Saheeli giggled. “I suppose I could be persuaded, darling.” She ran her hand up along her lover’s side, nails dragging across her flesh. She felt the woman shiver underneath her. “At least for a little bit.”
Saheeli wrapped one arm around Huatli’s waist, their bodies pressed together. Huatli’s tongue was taken up in Saheeli’s mouth, her free hand stroking through the poet’s hair. Huatli could do nothing but close her eyes and moan gratefully. The artificer’s hands began to wander. Fingers traced down Huatli’s spine, nails scratched up and down her back, across her ribs, her sides. Occasionally Saheeli would break the kiss just long enough to leave another one elsewhere on her face or trail down her neck. After a while of this, Huatli stopped squirming, the haze of arousal making her melt in her restraints. By the time her girlfriend finally broke eye contact, her tongue was no longer the only thing drooling.
Saheeli shifted, slipping behind Huatli’s back. For a brief moment Huatli whined in disappointment, afraid she was finished, but it soon bled into a guttural moan as her breasts were seized and teeth met the flesh of her neck. “I’m not nearly done with you yet, my beautiful masterpiece,” Saheeli whispered to her partner. “Not even close.”
Bite marks soon mingled with the lipstick stains and scratches adorning Huatli’s body. Her nipples grew stiff as expert hands rolled and twisted and flicked them, helpless to do anything to stop them, and unwilling even if she could. Saheeli circled her prey, applying a kiss here, a caress there, decorating her victim with tooth and claw. Just like her machines, she had learned through trial and error exactly what made Huatli tick, how to coax the exact reactions she wanted from her lover. She was nothing if not an artist, and at this moment Huatli was her canvas. The poet panted heavily through her gag, nostrils flared as she tried to oxygenate herself. Every exhale was either a sigh of pleasure or a long, needy moan of delirious lust.
The one part of Huatli’s body that had been left uncovered and untouched in this sensory assault throbbed and dripped, desperate for the attention the rest of her was getting, but Saheeli liked to savor her meals and take her time. “How are you feeling?” she purred into her lover’s ear.
Huatli whimpered and glanced down at her engorged cock.
“Yes, I agree. I think it’s about time for that, don’t you think?”
She ran a finger up the underside of Huatli’s shaft, now thoroughly sticky with her juices. Huatli shivered in ecstasy. Saheeli chuckled at her reaction and wiped the precum on Huatli’s extended tongue. Pressing her breasts into Huatli’s back, she grabbed hold of the shaft with one hand, the other sinking between her partner’s legs. She rubbed at the back of its head with her thumb and stroked along the base with her other hand, right where it connected to the underside of her pelvis. Where Huatli’s pussy would be, if she had one. She was agonizingly gentle. The warrior in Huatli strained against her prison, desperate for more, while the poet let out her most pathetic whines yet, hoping to earn her girlfriend’s pity.
Saheeli pressed a kiss into her girlfriend’s neck. “What, you thought it would be that easy?”
Saheeli shifted once more, now kneeling before her trapped lover’s dripping member. Once more she seized hold of it, now planting kisses along the head, dragging her tongue along the shaft and tip, licking up the juices that dribbled out of it. Huatli’s breath grew ragged and frantic as Saheeli finally picked up the pace, as she pressed her dick into her sternum and ground against it with the heel of her palm. Coupled with the stroking underneath, Saheeli knew that this would finally drive her girlfriend over the edge if she kept it up. But, more importantly, she also knew Huatli. She knew what to look for. The way her moans shifted pitch and grew louder, the way her body tensed up, the way she pulsed right as she was about to cum, Saheeli knew it all. And that was why she knew exactly when to stop to leave Huatli dangling on the edge of orgasm right before she finally got the release she craved. Her girlfriend practically sobbed in frustration as she pulled away, straining fruitlessly for that last little bit of stimulation to send her over. Saheeli simply stood and kissed Huatli on the forehead.
“Not quite yet,” she said, “we wouldn’t want to spoil things this early, would we?”
Huatli whined as Saheeli peeled herself away from her lover to retrieve an aether-powered device from a drawer. Saheeli made sure to sway her hips as she walked, knowing it would drive her partner even more crazy for her. After some calibrations, she activated the device and it beeped, denoting that it was primed. She needed to work quickly now before the timer on it ran out.
“Now for the fun part.”
She draped herself over Huatli, foreheads touching, arms wrapped behind her neck, her fingers laced together. She shifted her hips and, with considerable ease thanks to Huatli’s hardness and her own wetness, hilted herself on her lover’s cock. Huatli gasped as she felt the familiar warmth envelop her. Her legs wrapped around Huatli, her cage now the only thing supporting the two of them. With her magic Saheeli adjusted the positioning of Huatli’s cage so that the arms were now wrapped around her waist. After a few more adjustments to get more comfortable, her plan came to fruition. Another pile of filigreed brass that had been sitting in the studio flew into place, propelled by Saheeli’s powers. They fused to Huatli’s cage, expanding it to envelop Saheeli as well. Within moments the two lovers were bound as one, trapped in one another's embrace. As the last pieces melded together, Saheeli stuck out her tongue and pressed it against Huatli’s just in time for it to be locked in position.
The aether device beeped once more and released a fine blue mist across the room. The final piece of the bondage. Saheeli tested it, trying to move part of her cage, but she barely succeeded in nudging it before the mist absorbed and countered her magic. She moaned in helplessness. Without her magic, there was no way to remove their mutual cage. And without their sparks, there was no other way to escape. They were stuck here until the timer on the device ran out in two hours. Her pussy clenched against Huatli in satisfaction, drawing a groan from her similarly-bound partner. Saheeli finally tested her range of motion in her binds and found them as unyielding as she had expected. So tightly bound were they that she couldn’t even buck her hips to ride Huatli and herself to a much-deserved orgasm. Huatli too realized the predicament they were in, groaning in frustration at how much longer she would have to wait. Saheeli replied with a grin around her gag. She knew that as soon as she freed them, she would be tackled to the floor by Huatli, pinned down, and fucked senselessly. She was counting on that, in fact. Looking forward to it. But for now, all they could do was marinate in one another's lust.