[This is the very first part of the twisted tale of Venus and Adonis. My favorite Shakespeare narrative... I found this challenging because I had to write from a Domme’s perspective... please be kind. 😊]
As the sun rose above the trees, bidding farewell to the early morning, Venus spied the golden curls that framed the face of her destiny. Mounted upon a silvery white steed, Adonis skillfully maneuvered through the wood, paying no mind to the advancing Mistress. She adjusted her long blonde hair and shifted her corset just right before intercepting his path. She cleared her throat and stood proudly before the majestic animal.
Lifting her chin to the light, she spoke, “Thrice fairer than myself, the field’s chief flower, sweet above compare, stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red than doves or roses are: Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, saith that the world hath ending with thy life.”
Her lips curved into a delicate smile as she paused, taking in the blue hue of his eyes. His features must have been carved from the purest alabaster. She held her breath to disguise her growing desire, although she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She stepped closer; her fingers gently settled on the pommel of the lovely white flogger that hung from her hip. She tilted her head as Adonis pressed his lips together; his brow knitted with ire. Gently, she smiled, allowing her hand to fall from the flogger. She spoke again, hoping to ease any alarm.
“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know.” With those words, she played her tongue across her cherry red lips and brushed her hands over her breasts, along her curves and thighs.
His lips parted a fraction, drawing the Goddess’ attention. Her smile twisted wickedly as Adonis shifted in his saddle. Gaze falling to his waist, she arched a thin, satisfied brow. She gestured toward a patch of soft grass nearby before continuing her campaign.
“Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,” she allowed her eyes to linger at his waist once more with a small smile, “And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses. And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty; Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety.”
She worked her tongue again trailing her eyes up to his face as she bit her lower lip. His breathing was quick. She was affecting him. She moved closer, slowly, and purred erotically.
“Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: a summer’s day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”
She was close enough that her breasts teased against his leg. Her nipples stood erect beneath the fabric of her corset. She released a soft gasp and then felt him move away. A step closed the space Adonis made between them. She rested a hand on the back of the saddle and her other hand clasped his, gently; wringing it free from the reins. She felt him tremble a little and noticed there was moisture collecting in his palm. Her breath danced on his skin as she drew the hand to her lips. Adonis did not resist. Her eyes found his, daring not to wander. Dragging her lips across the inside of his thumb, she drew the digit into her mouth. With his eyes on hers and his thumb nestled on her tongue, she sucked on it for a moment with a soft moan. A war began to spread along his brow and in his gaze as he slid from the saddle before her. Releasing his thumb, she nuzzled his palm and dragged his hand along her cheek, to her neck, across her heart, to her breast; holding it there while her chest rose and fell, looking deeply into those two azure wells of eternity.
Discreetly, her other hand had worked a nice loop in a leather binding which, after placing his hands behind his back, fastened them together firmly. She chuckled. Almost a dark chuckle. Adonis’ eyes widened as he was being ushered backwards by her plump breasts.
Adonis was in such a stammer as his mouth tried to form words, he lost his footing and fell back upon the lush grass. The Goddess knelt and then lay beside, facing him, propped up on an elbow with a twisted smile. Adonis gasped and started to speak.
“Mistress…” But she cut him off, placing a red lacquered fingernail on his lips and clucked her tongue.
“If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.” She purred for the second time, and stroked the side of his face.
His skin was on fire as his cheeks reddened. Leaning in, she caressed his jawline with her breath. Pausing to study his face, her hand grasped hold of his yellow curls, pulling his head back forcibly. Tracing her tongue along his lower lip he tried to speak again. Words just tumbling out incoherently. With wicked laughter, Venus claimed his mouth entirely. She slid onto his lap, straddling him. There was no doubt about the growing effect she had on him. That knowledge pushed the Goddess into an assault of fervent nips and kisses on his lips, ears and neck. Her hips moved like swelling waves, building with desire.
Rocking with pleasure, her panting matched Adonis, breath for breath. The front of his pants soaked with her sweet essence. Just to the edge. She stopped. That wicked laugh. Adonis trembled and was, alas, rendered silent.
(Tbc)
