A Life Discovered
Copyright© 2025/6 by Kevin Jay
Chapter 15: Hometown Glory
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15: Hometown Glory - Rhys gets a bursary from a secretive organisation, which takes him to a foreign university and onto a course that will teach him magic. He doesn't know why, but on the way, he meets two special women, one with a mysterious background and the other a collared slave. Together, they start a new life and discover their destinies, and why so many people are interested in Rhys. Contains themes of polyamory, slavery, bondage, magic and, above all, how one plus one plus one can be more than three.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Facial Oral Sex
Jade snuggled up to Rhys. She was still in the glow of last night’s “activity”. He’d put her in that tiny cage with her head sticking out of one end, mouth held wide open with a ring gag, his cum dripping out of her mouth, her long, golden hair covered in their combined secretions where he’d wiped his cock on it, and her face held up by a nose hook tied to the top of the cage. Her pussy had been dripping, both with her own arousal and the lube running down out of her asshole. And the memory of being led around the grass outside their cottage, bound as a puppy with a “tail” shoved up her ass. She’d even cum from just that!
He’d left her there, brought Kat to orgasm with that skilful mouth of his as she watched, then he’d thrown a blanket over her cage, leaving her trussed up and leaking from both ends, before he joined Kat in bed. It was exactly the sort of thing she craved. Not all the time, but the slave she had been was still part of her and had needs. It had been the most intense and varied session that Rhys had put her through. And she had loved it. Absolutely loved it.
And then he’d come back to her later. Maybe an hour later, maybe more, maybe less. She had no way of following time in the darkness under that blanket. He’d released her and carried her to the bed, laying her down before cuddling up to her as they both fell asleep, Kat draping her arm over them as she slept.
His dried sperm was still in her hair, and she could taste him in her mouth. Her ass and pussy were both still slick. She loved it. She loved him. Granted, the cage had been her idea, but the rest of it had been his. He’d got Kat to lead her round the lawn, theoretically in full view of anyone who might have walked past. On reflection, that was probably never a real risk, but she hadn’t thought that at the time. The humiliation had been intense - she’d played “catch” for treats, and had orgasmed and squirted on the grass as she’d cum with no stimulation - only the thoughts swirling in her mind.
Her discovery that Rhys was capable of such intensity and had such imagination thrilled her. She’d enjoyed their previous attempts at “kinkiness”, but it hadn’t filled all the corners of her desire. Last night had been much better, and she shivered with anticipation over what situations he might devise for her in the future.
She really should clean herself up, she thought, but she didn’t want to move. Not because she was comfortable, warm, and snuggled up to her man, although all of those were true, but because he’d put her here. She didn’t exactly like being covered in their joint dried secretions, but it constantly reminded her of last night, and that made her happy. She briefly considered whether the balance had shifted between her pleasure slave persona and the confident free woman that she also was. She wasn’t sure whether it had, nor whether it would be good or bad. She snoozed.
–oOo–
Rhys awoke with a start. Today was the day he’d see his mum again. He was slightly nervous about how she’d take him turning up with two girlfriends, but there was no point hiding it. He wouldn’t anyway: he’d told fibs when he was younger, usually with a spectacular lack of success, but this was so different, and he wouldn’t even consider trying to deceive her.
He wormed his way down the bed, emerging from underneath the blankets at the bottom with the two women who’d slept either side of him, seemingly undisturbed. He went into the bathroom, relieved himself in the toilet, turned on the shower, adjusted it, and stepped in. He didn’t waste time luxuriating under the stream of hot water - he soaped himself, rinsed and stepped out of the shower to dry himself.
Kat appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, naked and stretching the sleep from her limbs. He walked up to her, gave her a loving kiss and said, “All yours!” She headed for the toilet as he walked back to the bedroom.
Rhys saw Jade lying in bed, watching him. He walked up to her and pulled the blankets sharply off her, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. She knelt on the bed as he put his other hand behind her head, pulling her face to his. He kissed her, plundering her mouth with his tongue as she eagerly responded. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her and carried her, naked, wriggling and laughing through the sitting room and into the kitchen. There, he dropped her onto her feet, facing the kitchen table and bent her over it. He grabbed her wrists and brought them together in the small of her back, then forced her feet apart with one of his own. Pushing with the hand that held her wrists, he bent her forward over the table, holding her torso against the wooden table top.
His cock was already erect and ready to go. He lined himself up with Jade’s pussy, then, without any preamble, pushed in. She groaned. He levered in and out, slowly at first, the tempo increasing with every stroke until he was pounding into her. Her ass cheeks wobbled as his hips slammed into them, her soft cries turning into wails as his intensity increased. She screamed as her orgasm seized her, her legs collapsed, and she was saved from falling to the floor only by his hand, still holding her wrists and pressing her torso down onto the table. He held her there for a few minutes, until she’d recovered slightly, then released his hold on her back, quickly scooping her into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck as he turned, pulling his head closer and peppering his cheek with soft kisses.
He noticed Kat leaning against a jamb in the doorway from the bedroom, naked except for a towel coiled on her head. She moved back into the bedroom as he carried Jade, watching as he laid her on the bed. Jade released his neck and flopped back onto the bed, looking for all the world as though all her bones had disappeared from her body. She sighed happily and rolled onto her side, curling up into the foetal position.
Kat stood, arms folded, looking at him as he stood naked by the bed, his cock still hard and now covered in Jade’s juices. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked him, nodding towards his rampant cock. He shrugged. “Well, bring it over here,” she told him, still holding her pose. He walked towards her, cock bobbing as he crossed the bedroom. She sank to her knees as he approached and, when he got in range, she used her finger to tap his cock, watching it bob up and down.
“Hmm,” she said. “It’ll do.” She gripped its base and moved her head forward and backwards, left and right, licking it from all angles, cleaning Jade’s pussy juice off it with her tongue. She moved to hold his shaft halfway up, lifting it, exposing his balls. She took one in her mouth, giving it a good tongue bath, then switched to the other. Satisfied that they were both clean, she returned to his shaft, engulfing his cockhead in her mouth, licking the underside of his glans, before pushing down.
She couldn’t take all of him, not from this angle of attack anyway, and she didn’t have Jade’s finesse and skill, which she’d acquired through long weeks and months of pleasure slave training. But she did have enthusiasm, and she used it. This wasn’t going to be a long job anyway: she was just going to finish him off after he’d fucked Jade without him cumming.
It turned out she was right. It didn’t take long. She’d barely started when he took hold of her head, one hand on either side, holding her firmly while he face-fucked her. Any technique she’d learned from Jade went out of the window as she concentrated on breathing around his strokes and trying not to choke. It took fewer than a dozen thrusts before he spurted, doing her the courtesy of pulling back slightly so he came in her mouth and not down her throat. As he pulled out of her, he bent and kissed her on the forehead before becoming aware of movement to the side of him. Jade appeared, heading for Kat. She knelt so their heads were almost level and moved in for a kiss. The two women held each other, snowballing his spunk between their mouths, wrestling with their tongues.
Rhys watched them for a moment, filled with love for both of them, his heart singing as he thought about how much they loved each other and him.
He moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a pale khaki shirt, dark trousers, brown leather casual shoes, a belt, underwear, and socks. It didn’t really matter how he dressed in this magical plane because once they moved back into their own world, they’d be wearing the clothes they were in when they’d left there. Clothes, like almost everything else in the magical plane, didn’t move between worlds. He dressed quickly, then headed out of the bedroom door, casually telling the women that when they’d finished, he’d be preparing breakfast.
As usual, the cottage had provided ingredients for breakfast. How it knew what the trio would like, he didn’t know, but today there was a pot of yoghurt, a smaller jar of honey and a large bowl of fruits - apples, pears, grapes and, unusually, blackberries. A kettle of water simmered on the range, and there was a small jar of tea leaves. He measured the tea leaves out as he spooned them into a teapot, added the hot water and then slid a tea cosy over the top - he didn’t know how long the women would be.
Taking a wooden chopping board out of a cupboard, he started to prepare the fruit, washing everything, then coring and dicing the apples and pears. He rinsed the fruit, put it all back in the bowl, added cold water, then a spoonful of honey, and swirled it around. It was a trick his mum used to stop cut fruit from going brown without affecting its flavour too much.
He heard running water from the bathroom, so at least Kat and Jade had moved on from their cum-swapping onto, presumably, getting Jade cleaned up after last night. He decided to wait for them before eating, so he opened the cottage’s front door and stood on the threshold, looking out. It was, as he’d expected, another sunny day with fluffy white clouds slowly making their way across the sky. A gentle breeze had just enough chill to be refreshing. There was, as usual, no one else in sight.
His mind wandered back to the prospect of today’s return to his childhood home in Solvstrom. He was nervous, and he didn’t know why. It had only been a couple of weeks since he left home, but he wasn’t sure he was the same person as he was then. A lot had happened to him in that short time. He was nervous about introducing Jade and Kat to his mum. He had no particular reason to be nervous - they were both remarkable women, and he knew his mum would like them both. Neither was he bothered about his mum’s reaction to him being in a polyamorous relationship, although his friends were likely to be as jealous as hell. He smiled to himself at the thought. Maybe everyone had nerves when introducing their first serious partner to their parents?
He heard Kat’s and Jade’s voices behind him, so he turned towards them, closing the door behind him. They both had summer dresses on with sandals, and both looked stunning - coordinated but not alike. “It’s like being in a dress shop,” Jade commented, “where we can try clothes without actually buying them!”
They all sat down to breakfast, Rhys emptying the honeyed water from the fruit bowl and pouring the tea into mugs from the pot. After they’d finished eating and drinking, they left the dirty dishes in the sink, knowing the house would deal with them as it had previously, and got ready to travel to Solvstrom. They stood in a triangle and held hands, each closing their eyes to minimise the dizziness they all felt when travelling like this.
Rhys had already considered where would be suitable to “arrive”, somewhere where no one could see them appearing out of thin air, but also somewhere where their sudden presence would not be unusual. He’d thought that his old bedroom would be a good idea, but then realised that they needed to walk into his mother’s house, not just appear there and risk frightening her. So he chose a clearing on the edge of the forest, a short walk away from the village.
They opened their eyes to see trees. Lots of trees. It was a mixed woodland, not the sort of monoculture forest that loggers planted for their own convenience. This was ancient woodland with extensive, varied wildlife and an example of how Seibjerg sought to strike a balance between the needs of nature and commerce. Solvstrom had both ancient and commercial forests around it. They were each holding their luggage and shopping from the previous day, which had been returned to them as they re-entered the real world.
Rhys could point out the oak, beech, and ash trees that formed the woodland canopy, as well as the shorter hazel, rowan, and wild cherry trees. He didn’t actually point them out; he could do that later if anyone were interested, so for now, he strode away towards the nearest path.
Jade followed Rhys, but Kat stayed still, amazed by the amount of nature around her. Until Jade and Rhys had freed her, her environment had been almost entirely urban or at sea, with only very occasional visits to the gardens at her original owner’s mansion. More recently, as a free woman, she’d experienced the garden at Rowan Tree Road and some of the parks around Chatamor, but those were all tamed versions of nature. But this. This was magnificent. This was nature in all its wild glory. She breathed in deeply, marvelling at the freshness of the air and the faint scents from the trees and the understory layer of saplings, grasses and mosses.
She probably should have been nervous, even scared, at this new environment. She knew a forest should have wild animals in it, and the thought of some of the larger, toothier ones did scare her, at least at a conceptual level. But here and now, she felt relaxed. It could have been Rhys’s comfort at being here that reached her across their connection or, on a more prosaic level, just his physical presence, the thought that if there were the slightest danger, he’d know and deal with it.
Jade and Rhys stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Kat with smiles on their faces. Eventually, Kat looked towards them, smiled back, and walked over. “Amazing!” she told them. “Now let’s go and find your mum.”
The forest path led to a road, wide enough for a single cart, unmetalled and with plenty of bumps and potholes. They picked their way along it, soon coming to a wider road made of finely crushed rock and in a much better condition. This road led to the centre of Solvstrom, where Rhys pointed out the facilities that a village deep in the forest needed - a general store, a hardware shop, the school, the local inn and the municipal buildings, which contained the police and fire stations, the health clinic, the mayor’s office, the post office and the village hall.
The road ended at the village jetty, where the river barges docked. These were the lifeblood of the remote villages, carrying passengers and goods between them, farther downriver to the lowland plains and, eventually, Roligvan. Rhys, though, led the women down a side road that skirted the riverbank. Kat hopped down to a small shingle beach at the roadside and picked up a pebble before turning and flinging it into the river with a joyous laugh. She stooped and picked up another pebble before freezing in mid-motion. Rhys and Jade felt their connection to her waver and then fail. All three of them gasped. Kat dropped the pebble, and the connection immediately came back, though noticeably weaker.
Rhys and Jade jumped down to the beach, rushing to check that Kat was OK. She was, but had been shocked by the sudden loss of her two lovers from her head. She bent down and pointed at the pebble she’d picked up. Jade crouched and slowly moved her hand towards the rock in question. Rhys and Kat felt the connection to her weaken more and more as her hand got closer to it. The stone was small, rounded, black - very black - and smooth. Rhys also bent down to look at it.
“It’s jet,” he said. “There’s a lot of it around here. Some of the river’s tributaries run through gorges, and you can find it in bands in the cliff faces. It’s very distinctive. If it falls into the water, it gets tumbled around and takes on this smooth, rounded shape. Marlie, who lives in the village, takes a canoe upriver, collects it fresh from the cliffs and makes it into stunning jewellery that sells well in Roligvan.”
He stood up and looked around. A young man was walking down the path towards the village centre. “Hugh! Hugh!” Rhys called. The young man looked around, noticed Rhys and jogged over, hugging him and slapping Rhys on the back. “It’s good to see you again, my friend. I thought you’d gone over the seas!”
“I had,” Rhys smiled back at him, “but I’m home for a few hours. Look, could you do me a big favour?”
“Of course,” Hugh said.
“Could you see if you can round a few folk up and collect as much jet as you can find off the various beaches, then bring it up to my mum’s house?”
Hugh looked at him strangely. “That’s a weird favour to ask,” he told Rhys, “but if that’s what you want, I’ll see what I can do. Now, who are these two?” as he nodded at Kat and Jade.
“They’re, errr, my girlfriends,” Rhys said.
Hugh grinned at him. “Both of them?” Rhys nodded. Hugh grinned again. “What happened to shy little Rhys? Mind you, you were always the lucky one. OK, go on and see your mum, and I’ll call up later. With your rocks.” Rhys thanked him again, patting him on the shoulder as he turned back to the path with Jade and Kat following. They both grinned and winked at Hugh as they passed.
Rhys led Kat and Jade towards a collection of houses set on a low hill on the edge of the forest, a little way away from the village centre and the river. The houses were all modest, made of wood with two storeys and a covered porch out front. They were all well-maintained, had neatly kept gardens and not a sign of peeling paint. Rhys led them up the pathway of one of the houses and put his hand on the front door’s latch, making to open the door. But he hesitated. He didn’t live here anymore, and his mum wouldn’t be expecting him. He couldn’t just open the door and go in, singing “Hi mum! I’m home!” like he used to. So he took hold of the brass knocker and rapped it on the door.
Kat and Jade stood behind him, one on each side, each touching him softly, sensing he was nervous and letting him know they were there for him. They could feel him in their heads, of course, and he could feel them, but the physical touch was important.
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman stood on the threshold. She was slim and relatively tall, almost as tall as Jade, with chestnut-coloured hair and a short pony-tail. She started for a moment, not quite believing what she was seeing. “Rhys!” she shouted, lunging forward and enveloping him in a tight hug. “Oh, my goodness!” she mumbled into his ear. “What in all that is sacred are you doing here?” She pushed away from him and looked at him sharply. “You’ve not dropped out of university already?”
“Mum,” Rhys protested. “Of course I haven’t. Jade, here,” he indicated Jade with his hand, “has business in Roligvan, so we thought we’d come and visit while we were in Seibjerg.”
Rhys’s mum, Aoline, looked at Jade. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she took a step back, stopping suddenly as Jade frantically shook her head. Rhys, unaware of Jade’s signal from behind him, looked strangely at his mum. Kat, sensing an awkward moment, stepped forward to fill the silence. “Hi,” she said, in perfect Seibjern and a perfect local accent, “I’m Kat. May I hug you?” Aoline nodded mutely. Kat stepped forward, and the two embraced. Rhys joined in, as did Jade.
They hugged for a minute or two before Aoline suggested they go inside. This was a small family home and not a city townhouse, so it didn’t have a formal dining room or a sitting room where four people could talk. Only the kitchen table had enough room for them all, so that’s where Aoline led them, and they sat, one person on each side of the table.