Day 11 - Voyeurism (Sex Dream)
The connection between Tally and General Sarah Alder never really disappeared after her de-biddying. It was always there—quiet, steady, like an undercurrent of warmth that reminded her of the bond they shared. Sometimes, that connection was comforting, something familiar that grounded her. But other times, it was intense, pulling her into dreams that weren't hers at all.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Tally shifted restlessly in her bed, her mind caught in that hazy space between awake and asleep, her body reacting to the pull of Alder's presence. She was being drawn deeper into a dream, but this one wasn't her own. The warmth that was usually subtle and distant now tugged at her harder, and before she could fight it, she was no longer in her bed.
The scene shifted around her, and she found herself standing in a room dimly lit by a single flickering candle. It was an old place—the stone walls and wooden beams spoke of another time, the air thick with the scent of leather and something darker, more primal. Tally's pulse quickened as she looked around, quickly realizing this wasn't the present. This wasn't even her time. It was one of Alder's memories, pulled from deep within the centuries she had lived.
But something felt different about this dream.
In the center of the room stood Sarah Alder, younger than the version Tally knew, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her features sharp and commanding. She was dressed in dark, form-fitting clothing that hugged her body in a way that made Tally's breath hitch. Even though Tally knew she wasn't supposed to be here, witnessing this part of Alder's life, she couldn't look away.
Kneeling in front of Alder was a woman—tall, strong, her long hair falling over her shoulders as she bowed her head in submission. She was naked, her wrists bound behind her back, her body trembling with anticipation. It was clear she was waiting for whatever was coming next.
Tally's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene. This wasn't the battle-hardened leader she knew; this was something else entirely. This wasn't a memory of war or strategy. This was a memory of power, control, and desire.
Alder's voice cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative. "You know why you're here," she said, her tone like a blade, slicing through the air with precision. "You disobeyed me."
The woman on her knees didn't speak, but her body visibly tensed, a shudder running down her spine at Alder's words.
Tally's throat tightened. She could feel the intensity of the moment, the way Alder's mere presence dominated the room. The power she held wasn't just in her words—it was in the way she stood, the way her eyes bore into the woman in front of her, and the way the air seemed to vibrate with the weight of her control. Tally's heart raced with something she couldn't fully understand, her body reacting in ways she wasn't prepared for.
Alder's boots echoed on the stone floor as she stepped closer to the kneeling woman. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice softer now, but no less forceful.
Slowly, the woman lifted her head, her gaze meeting Alder's. There was fear in her eyes, yes, but also something else—something deeper. There was desire there, the kind of need that craved the control Alder offered. Tally felt the breath catch in her throat, watching the way the woman's submission was so raw, so complete.
Alder smiled, but it wasn't a gentle smile. It was dark, predatory, the kind of smile that told you she knew exactly what she was doing and relished every second of it.
"You know what you deserve," Alder said, her voice smooth and calculated, her fingers brushing lightly over the woman's exposed skin. "Don't you?"
The woman nodded, her body trembling at Alder's touch, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
Tally's pulse quickened as she watched, her eyes glued to the scene playing out before her. There was something about the way Alder moved—every gesture deliberate, every step calculated—that made it impossible to look away. Alder's dominance filled the room, wrapping around the woman like a tangible force, and Tally could feel it too, the weight of it pressing down on her chest.
Alder's fingers trailed down the woman's back, slow and deliberate, until they reached the ropes binding her wrists. With practiced ease, she pulled the woman up onto her feet, turning her to face her.
Tally's breath caught as Alder tilted the woman's chin upward, forcing her to meet her gaze again. "You'll take your punishment," Alder said softly, her voice a low, dangerous promise. "And you'll thank me for it."
The woman's eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding her gaze. Alder's fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of her collarbone before sliding down to cup her breast. The woman gasped, her body trembling under the touch, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into it, her entire body arching toward Alder's hand as if craving more.
"You've been bad," Alder murmured, her voice laced with dark amusement. "But I'll make sure you remember who you belong to."
Tally's breath quickened. The way Alder held control over this woman—it was intoxicating. There was something about it that made Tally's own body react, heat pooling in her core as she watched. She shouldn't have been here. She wasn't meant to witness this, but now that she was, she couldn't tear herself away.
Alder's hand moved lower, brushing over the woman's skin with a slow, deliberate touch, sending shivers through her. The anticipation in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and Tally could feel it wrapping around her too, pulling her deeper into the moment.
The woman stood there, trembling, her body taut with tension as Alder's fingers slid down to her waist. Then, with a quick, decisive motion, Alder spun her around, pushing her back against the cold stone wall. The woman's gasp echoed in the room, her bare skin pressed against the rough surface, her wrists still bound behind her. She was completely at Alder's mercy.
"You need this," Alder murmured, stepping closer, her body now pressing against the woman's. "You need to be reminded of who owns you."
The woman whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tally's chest tightened as she watched. There was something intoxicating about Alder's power, the way the woman melted into her dominance, giving herself over entirely.
Alder's hand moved lower, her fingers skimming over the woman's stomach before slipping between her legs. The woman's body tensed at the touch, her head falling back against the wall as a soft, desperate moan escaped her lips.
Tally's heart raced, her body reacting to the scene in front of her. The intimacy of it, the control Alder wielded—it was overwhelming. Alder's fingers moved slowly, teasingly, drawing out the woman's desire but refusing to give her what she craved. The tension in the room was palpable, every second stretching longer as Alder took her time, enjoying the power she held.
"You're going to beg for me," Alder whispered, her lips brushing against the woman's ear, her breath hot and filled with control. "And I want to hear it."
The woman's thighs clenched, her body pressing harder against Alder's hand, desperate for more. "Please," she gasped, her voice weak, filled with need. "Please, ma'am."
Alder smiled, dark and slow, her fingers moving just enough to make the woman squirm. "Not good enough," she purred. "I want you to beg like you mean it."
The woman whimpered, her body trembling as Alder's fingers slowed their movements, hovering on the edge of pleasure but never pushing her over. Tally's breath hitched as she watched the scene unfold, the weight of Alder's power filling the room like a physical presence. The woman's desperation was palpable, her body writhing under Alder's touch, but it wasn't just the physical control that had her begging—it was Alder's voice, her command, her unwavering authority.
"Please, ma'am," the woman repeated, her voice louder now, more frantic. Her body arched against the wall, her hips shifting, chasing Alder's hand for the release she so desperately needed. "Please. I'll do anything."
Alder's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. "That's better," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. Her hand pressed more firmly between the woman's legs, her fingers teasing the wetness there with deliberate, torturous strokes. The woman let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing as she tried to hold herself together.
Tally's heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of the moment building inside her like a storm ready to break. There was something mesmerizing about the way Alder moved, the way she commanded the woman's body with such ease, such confidence. It wasn't just about pleasure—it was about control. Complete and total control.
"You've forgotten who you belong to," Alder murmured, her lips brushing against the woman's ear, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "But I'm going to remind you."
The woman whimpered again, her legs trembling as Alder's fingers worked her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm sorry," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Please, I belong to you. I'll do anything."
Alder's smile widened, her fingers moving faster now, pushing the woman closer to her breaking point. "You'll remember this time," she growled softly, her breath hot against the woman's neck. "You'll remember who owns you."
The woman's body arched off the wall, her head falling back as a cry escaped her lips. She was close—so close—but Alder wasn't done yet. She wanted more. She wanted the woman to beg, to truly submit.
"Say it," Alder demanded, her voice low and rough, her fingers never faltering in their movements. "Say who you belong to."
"I belong to you," the woman whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Only you, ma'am. Please, please let me come."
Alder's eyes darkened with satisfaction, her grip tightening as her fingers worked faster, harder, pushing the woman right to the edge. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with dark praise. "Now come for me."
The woman's cry echoed through the room as she came, her body shaking violently as the orgasm ripped through her. Alder's hand never left her, her fingers still moving, still coaxing every last bit of pleasure from the woman's trembling body. The intensity of it was almost too much, the raw power of Alder's control crashing over both of them like a wave.
Tally's breath came in short, uneven gasps as she watched, her own body reacting to the scene in front of her. She could feel her pulse racing, her skin tingling with a mixture of awe and something else—something deeper. She had never seen Alder like this before, so commanding, so in control, and it made her chest tighten with an overwhelming sense of... need.
Alder finally pulled back, her hand resting gently on the woman's cheek as she leaned in close. "You've learned your lesson," she murmured, her voice soft but still filled with authority. "Haven't you?"
The woman nodded weakly, her breath still coming in shallow gasps as her body slowly came down from the high of her release. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Alder smiled, a soft, almost tender smile now, as she brushed a strand of hair away from the woman's face. "Good girl," she said, her voice filled with approval. "You've done well."
Tally's chest tightened at the sight of the tenderness in Alder's touch, the way her dominance gave way to something almost affectionate in the aftermath. The contrast between Alder's control and her care was overwhelming, and it made Tally's heart race even faster.
As the scene began to fade, the edges of the room dissolving into darkness, Tally felt a sharp pull, like she was being dragged back into her own reality. The warmth of Alder's presence still lingered, but the memory—this intimate, private moment—was slipping away.
Suddenly, Tally was back in her own bed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she blinked up at the ceiling. Her heart was still racing, her body still trembling with the intensity of the dream. But it wasn't just the dream that left her shaken—it was the way it made her feel. The way Alder's control, her power, her dominance had affected her.
Tally pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing, but the images from the dream were still vivid in her mind. The way Alder had commanded the woman, the way she had made her beg—it was intoxicating. And even though Tally knew she shouldn't have been there, shouldn't have witnessed it, she couldn't help but feel the weight of it pressing down on her, making her pulse quicken all over again.