Poppins’ Return

Chapter 20 – Resurrection

For the next two days, I worked with Rachael and occasionally Ananha to prepare for Marly. After that first joyous afternoon in bed with the red-headed nymph, the rest was unfortunately serious work.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed having sex with both of them, sometimes with the other watching. It was any guy’s fantasy for the most part. Except that I was trying to resist them…

The whole point of our wrestling was to show me how to make love to someone in a way that let them know they are loved for who they were. Which you might think would be an easy thing, but it isn’t. I had to show Marly that she was a human female; a woman; my lover, and not just a receptacle for pleasure. Her mind was focused on one thing right now, and that was staying in a constant state of bliss. Over the past week, she had been denied that, so she was slowly coming back out of her insanity to join the rest of the world again. But the final step to reclaim her conscious mind would be one that only she could make. It couldn’t be forced on her. She had to decide that she was human and take control again. If she didn’t, then she would be forever doomed to the life of a deranged animal; feeling, but non-sentient. X’carin’s tree had stolen that sentience, and I was going to help her get it back.

The problem was two-fold. First of all, I had to slow her down. Marly would want pleasure so badly, that she wouldn’t care who I was or how anything felt to me. Her only intent would be to get me fucking her as quickly and as deeply as possible. She would most likely use any instincts or training that was available to her unconscious mind, including all the holds and martial arts moves she pounded into me during our training, as well as the hundreds of others she hadn’t. More so, she might even unconsciously use magic against me. The later I would be ready for. I was quickly learning that I had a natural talent for magic because of my programming background. I planned to use that talent to its full advantage. And I would need it. Magic is tough to control at such close range. What affects one, will often affect two if they are close enough, and we were going to be very close indeed. Plus, Marly had her own defensive magic still in place, whether she was aware of it or not.

This was not insignificant. Marly’s defensive glyph was designed by sprites, who were old pros compared to me. But her glyph was designed to defend her, not help her get laid, so I was pretty sure that as long as I didn’t directly try to use magic against her, the glyph would stay fallow. With that in mind, I concentrated on defending myself instead.

Marly would want me. Bad. If I resisted her, even using magic, it wouldn’t be viewed as an attack. What I needed was time; time to talk to her and try to make contact with the part of her soul that had curled inside. If I could do that, and catch her attention enough to bring her out, then Ananha was fairly certain that she would click back into sentience.

As it turned out, we had much less time to prepare than we thought. Marly, it seemed, was slipping deeper into herself with each hour, so ready or not, I decided to try and bring her back that night.

Dressed in several extra layers of clothing (to slow her down), I quietly entered her apartment. Ananha and Rachael followed me in, but stayed back against one wall. They were hiding themselves using a technique Marly called “fading,” which involved a number of simple bits of magic, but ultimately amounted to something between “smoke and mirrors” and hypnotic suggestion. The effect was near invisibility. They positioned themselves so that if things went really bad, they could jump in and assist. I didn’t ask what would qualify as “bad.”

The room was a mess, even though the faeries had assured me they had cleaned recently. My love had taken to tossing things about unconsciously using magic, even though she was physically bound to the bed. The place smelled like a brothel, and at first, I thought that Marly was asleep. She was laying on her back, her hands tied with thick, but soft, wraps of tough cloth. From the looks of things, she had pushed her poor bedframe to its limits trying to escape. She was naked, and even in her disheveled state, she was still sexy as hell. Her head was turned away from me as I entered, but rolled slowly to face me as I came near. When I met her eyes, I almost ran from the room.

I can’t fully explain what it was like at that moment, except to say that it wasn’t Marly. It was her face, her mouth and nose and eyes, but it wasn’t her. If she was in there someplace, nothing of her soul was showing through. What stared back at me was literally an animal; a soulless creature without conscious or ethics or morals, only instinct. It scared the crap out of me, and took everything I possessed to hold my ground. It was also one of the saddest moments of my life, for the task of finding what was “Marly” now seemed as impossible as building her from scratch, molecule by molecule. And worse, I wouldn’t be fighting with Marly at all, but a complete stranger. And no one had warned me.

At first I was incredibly angry at this, but as I thought it through I concluded that their omission was intentional. What would they say? I wouldn’t have believed them. I wouldn’t have wanted to believe.

Even as I watched, her face changed yet again. Rising up from within her was a lust so powerful that I could almost feel its presence as a separate entity. Her eyes grew wide, and her breathing deepened. She looked almost panicked with fear. Then I saw her lick her lips while her body began to writhe on the bed; her hands straining at the bonds that held them. I knew that if this was going to work at all, eventually, I was going to have to release her.

She started to whimper, and I knew that deep instincts were driving her mad with desire. Then, in complete silence, I found myself moving closer.

This surprised me, for I hadn’t taken any steps. My feet just began to slide across the floor. It was her. She was magically drawing me closer. I finally got a clue when I was about two feet from the bed, and let go a counterglyph to keep her magic at bay. It worked, and I realized that her bonds must have been enchanted in a similar way.

Once again in control of my body, I stared down at her gyrating form, hoping to find any trace of my love therein. For one fleeting moment, I saw something like a twitch in her eye. It was confusion, and it faded as quickly as it had appeared, yet I was certain that for that instant, it was Marly that had stared back at me.

It was all the hope I needed. Kneeling, I started to remove the binding on her right hand. Her breathing quickened when she realized what I was doing, and I started talking to her.

“Marly… I… I know you’re in there, so I want you to listen to me. I’m going to untie you. I’m going to free your limbs, but you must not run away…” The second her hand was free, it shot down between her legs.

“NO!” I yelled, so loudly that she blinked and jumped. I snatched her hand back and, with some difficulty, held it up at her belly. It startled me how strong she was, even in her weakened state.

“Look at me!” I demanded. “Don’t look away from me, Marly!”

To my surprise, she listened. Without glancing away, I started to work on her other hand. In order to do this, I had to reach over her. When the other arm was released of its prison, I suddenly found myself gripped like a vice between her legs and flipping over on the bed. As expected, she was trying to get on top of me. It was hardly a fair fight since she had lifted us both into the air and left nothing to push against. She slammed us back down to the mattress and immediately stared ripping my clothes off.

Slowing her down was made doubly difficult by the fact that my own lust was growing by the minute. It took every bit of will I had to remember even the basics of what I had learned from Rachael and Ananha earlier. By the time she had worked my belt open, we were both drenched in sweat. She all but ripped the seams of my jeans as she yanked them down to get better access to my manhood, and I yelped; panic starting to get the best of me.

“Not so fast, Poppins!” I barked in her face. And then it was there again, that look of confusion. It was like I had momentarily caught her attention enough to see the real Marly under all that passion. Her breath caught, and she actually drew back for a moment. Then her gaze dropped to my lap and she moaned; climbing up my body in order to get me under her sex.

“MARLY! Look at me,” I ordered.

She did, pure panic in her eyes. I let go of her wrists and grasped each side of her head gently, but firmly. She was still moving herself into position, but I could see her wavering.

“Marly, you must control it… You have to wait, please!” It wasn’t working. The panic was still there, and an almost painful look of guilt, but she continued to lift herself over me. Either I had to let go of her face, or risk her coming down on my shaft at any moment. I knew it would be a thousand times harder to reach her once she had me inside her. I had to find that glimmer of hope again, and then hold onto it somehow.

“POPPINS!!” The force of my voice was coupled with a bit of magic I had whipped up at the last minute. It was a glyph that gave the simulation of a cold bucket of water cast of the head of the recipient, and it caused Marly to gasp in shock. At that moment, I noticed her nipples. They pulsed in arousal under the jolt of adrenalin, and it gave me an idea. While she was still stunned, I moved my hands to her breasts.

“MARLY,” I yelled while staring deep into her eyes. The spark of confusion flickered again, but this time I was ready. I tweaked her nipples in unison.

“UGHNNN!” She gasped at the sudden sexual stimulus, my dick being forgotten for the moment.

She started to drop her gaze and I hit her again.

“Marly POPPINS!”

Again I saw the twinkle in her eyes, and once more I sharply caressed her nipples.

“AHHH! MMMmmmmm…”

“MARLY… MARLY… Marly!” Each time I said her name, I stimulated her breasts, and each time I noticed that familiar look cross her face. And it was starting to stick.

“Marly… Marly my love. Marly, come back to me…” I was gently rubbing my palms over her nipples as Rachael had instructed me. It was a light grazing of the flesh that, when done correctly, caused an almost hypnotic effect in the person. After a minute or so of this, Marly did something akin to a total release of all air from her lungs, and then bunched her brows in utter horror. I recognized her at once, and snatched up her chin when it started to drop to her chest.

“Oh no you don’t, Poppins. You didn’t give up on me, and I’m certainly not going to let you get away that easily!”

It was time.

Grasping her hips, I adjusted myself with one hand, and scooped her forward with the other. Before she understood what I was doing, I was sliding into her.

“UGHHHHHHH!” She groaned, her head snapping back. I pulled it back down so that I could lock eyes with her as I slowly worked myself into her depths. She was amazingly slick, and to my surprise, resisting.

“Ummmmm… Ughnnnn…”

Once she was fully impaled on me, I stepped things up and started to roll my hips, forcing myself to slide within her sheath. Each time I eased into her again, I spoke her name, coupling the sensation with her title. Tears formed in her eyes as consciousness slowly came back to her, and with it, a rising state of ecstasy. Before long, she was rolling with me, her breath getting more and more shallow as her moment drew near. I knew that I absolutely had to hold on until she came. If I let go before she did, it would destroy everything. Keeping myself from slipping over the edge at that moment was the hardest thing I have ever done. Our bodies pumped together in unison for nearly five full minutes, growing more and more intense the whole time. Near the end, she was clutching me so hard that I’m sure she left bruises on my back and neck. And then, in a blaze of released bliss, she cried out and spasmed atop my hips.

“UGHHNNNN!!!…MMMM-M-MARK!!”

I finally let go, and joined her in an orgasm so intense that it nearly knocked me unconscious.

Our bodies still twitching, she collapsed on top of me. Her frail form trembled for many minutes before she finally stopped and looked up at me. She was smiling.

“You came back…”

“Damn right, flame-top,” I answered softly while I stroked her hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two figures quietly leaving the room.

Everything was going to be just fine.