26 Welcome Home

NSFW Warning: A bit of smut is at the end of this chapter

Asher groaned as he opened his eyes, groggy and disoriented as it felt as if he'd been asleep for days. Blinking beneath a dim light, he slowly looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. He was laid atop a large, king-sized bed that was topped with a thick comforter that bore a blue crown emblem, while his head was back against a large, fluffy pillow. Sitting up, his mind foggy, Asher saw that he was in a large bedroom that was adorned with a huge set of drawers, a wardrobe, and what he assumed were closet doors. The room itself was notably windowless. 

Sliding off the bed, his bare feet touching cool, white-tiled floor, the young man noticed that he'd been stripped of his clothes and was now clad in a white undershirt and a simple pair of light blue boxers. Scratching his head, he nervously began to walk towards the presumed door, where he turned the knob and peered out into the hallway outside. Wide and a stark grey-white in color, the hall looked like it belonged in a hospital, where it was lined with numerous other doors and dimly-lit florescent lights in the ceiling. 

Smelling something nice in the air, Asher gingerly stepped out and followed his nose down the hall towards the source. He could see light at the far end, where reaching it, he stepped out into a large, open kitchen that had a big fridge, dishwasher, sink, and other kitchen appliances throughout. Looking very modern and digital, with many of the electronics featuring screens, the kitchen was lit warmly, but as his eyes drifted towards the stove, that's when he spotted her.

Dressed in a blue bathrobe that showed off her bare, pale legs, and her blonde hair draped over her shoulders, Passion Princess whistled to herself as she flipped a large pancake in the frying pan in her hand, before attending to the coffee machine that sat on the counter top nearby.

"How do you take your coffee, Sweetheart?" the towering woman asked without even turning around. "Hehe, just kidding. I know you like two sugars and a splash of milk. I even got that donut house blend that you like."

"W-where am I?" Asher asked weakly, stumbling over to a table and leaning against one of the chairs. "Ugh, my head."

"Poor baby, the drugs are still wearing off," Passion Princess kissed towards him as she turned around, a wide smile on her face. "Forgive me, but I had to make sure that you stayed asleep while I got things ready. Here, this ought to wake you up."

Stepping over to him, the stalwart heroine put her strong arms around Asher's shoulders and forced him down into the chair he was leaning on, before setting a steaming mug of coffee down in front of him.

"I've made pancakes, I know its one of your breakfasts of choice," Passion Princess continued as she used a spatula to move the thick, fluffy morsel onto a plate that already had 2 pancakes stacked on top of one another. "I know you have a sweet tooth, so I've got plenty of syrup too!"

Setting the plate in front of Asher on the table, the buxom blonde next held up a large bottle of maple syrup and dispensed a generous amount on top of the fluffy cakes, before backing away with her broad smile in anticipation.

Wordlessly looking at the stack of pancakes, the young man looked to the coffee, and then to the fridge, and then back to the heroine towering over him. Blinking slowly, his wide eyes then moved back to the plate, where he held his hands on his lap as he hunched forward, seemingly mesmerized by everything in front of him.

"Awe, are you still a little out of it?" Passion Princess asked as she picked up the knife and fork on either side of the plate and began to cut a piece off of the pancake stack. "Here, let me help. I'll feed you! Open wide, honey!"

As the forkful approached his mouth, Asher suddenly shook his head as he finally snapped back to reality. Scooting the chair back, he stood up and backed away from the table.

"Where the hell am I?" he demanded.

"You're home, silly," Passion Princess replied simply, before gesturing towards the chair with the fork in her hand. "Now sit down and eat up, you need to get your strength back. You've been asleep for the last 16 hours."

"T-this isn't home, I don't know where 'this' is!" Asher exclaimed as he stumbled around the kitchen, before finding the hallway again and walking down it. "H-how do you get out of here? Where's the exit?"

"Asher, come back and sit down, please," the heroine instructed, her voice growing more stern as she stood up slowly.

"Where's Gold Boxer? Where, where even is this?" the young man cried in anguish as he began to open the doors in the hall at random, finding a bathroom first. "P-please take me home, I didn't agree to any of this! Does anyone know I'm here, even?"

"Asher, babe, please come back and finish your breakfast," the heroine repeated, her hand trembling as the fork bent in her grasp. "I'd really like to give the tour afterwards. You can get yourself comfortable, it'll be real nice. You'll learn that this will be the best home that you've ever known. With me."

"Y-you fucking kidnapped me!" Asher stammered as he pointed towards her accusingly. "I didn't ask to be here! Or agree to this! Please, Miss Princess, let me out of here, or at least tell me how to get out. I promise that I won't tell a soul!"

In the blink of an eye, Passion Princess lifted off and sped right over to Asher, looming over him and glaring at him with her bright blue eyes.

"I don't like your tone, Honey," the heroine stated as she wrapped an arm around his waist and to Asher's shock, hauled him over her shoulder and began to carry him down the hall. "I'm going to keep you safe in here. Were you not in witness protection? Down here with me, you'll never have to worry."

"W-what are you doing to me?" the young man cried as Passion Princess kicked open a door and walked inside. She'd returned him to the bedroom that he woke up in.

Tossing the man on her shoulders down to the ground, Passion Princess stood over him as she began to untie her bathrobe. Trembling as his eyes widened in shock, Asher watched while the garment fell to the floor, revealing the tall heroine in full nudity.

She was gorgeous. From her face to the tips of her toes, Passion Princess sported a body that was no doubt considered desirable to many a men. Her strong, yet feminine shoulders led down to her immense breasts, which despite their large size, the creamy mounds were still perky and bounced weightily with every slight movement, her bare nipples firm and pink. Despite possessing ab muscles, Passion princess's stomach was lean, yet had with it a firm amount of healthy curves. Her body was rounded out by her smooth, wide hips, behind which was a large and plump bubble butt that like her boobs, seemed prone to jiggling slightly as the heroine moved.

"Mmm, I hear your heart beating faster," Passion Princess commented as she stepped forward. "Do you like what you see? Here, why don't you take a closer look?"

Crawling backwards, Asher attempted to get away, but was quickly jumped by the naked woman and pinned down to the ground. His arms pressed to the floor beneath her thick legs, Asher attempted to squirm away, his wide eyes watching in horror as the heroine sat firmly on his chest, her weight furtherly preventing him from moving as she spread her thighs wider to expose her crotch.

"Can you see it?" she asked, almost moaning. "It's wet for you. Maybe you're not hungry for pancakes, but for me."

"W-what are you doing?" Asher whimpered as she scooted forward, hauling her body up one more time before coming to rest on his face. "I-I don't want--- MMMPPHHG!!"

Asher was cutoff when Passion Princess abruptly sat on his face. Shaven and true to her words, slick with sexual excitement, the heroine's pussy smothered the young man, settling right on top of his nose and mouth while the towering woman moaned gently as she ran a hand through his hair before gripping tightly. 

"How's it smell? How does it taste? I bet it's delicious," Passion Princess said as she bit her lip, her red face looking down hungrily at the man beneath her crotch. "Why don't you stick your tongue out? Be a good boy and help me out here. You're the reason its so wet down there."

Letting out a muffled plea, Asher's senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of the heroine's sex. Feeling his cock twitch with excitement in his boxers, he attempted to overpower his male brain.

"NOOO! I don't want this!" he screamed to himself.

As he'd soon find out, what he 'wanted' was of no concern to his captor.