Kinktober: Talder One-Shots

Day 11 - Voyeurism (Sex Dream)

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.