He pulled back and thrust in again, deep and hard. On the second stroke, he leaned over me, one hand braced on the iron frame beside my head, and looked down at me with those glowing violet eyes, his voice rough and reverent.
“Your hole is so beautiful like this. Dripping with three men’s loads. And still so tight for me. Still gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll leave.”
“Don’t leave,” I gasped. “Don’t leave, don’t leave—oh god, you’d better not leave.”
“Never.”
His free hand found my cock. Oversensitive, straining, aching. I bucked so hard the iron frame groaned, my body arcing off the back plate, legs thrashing against the stirrups. I couldn’t move. He had me, his magic had me, controlled, completely at his mercy, and his hand started stroking.
He was slow and deliberate, each stroke from base to tip timed with his thrusts, so I was being filled and touched in perfectrhythm, and the orgasm behind the iron band was a tsunami pressing against a dam and the dam was cracking—I could feel the fissures forming as Aeldryc’s magic read my body.
He slammed in deep. Buried to the hilt and held.
And the band around my cock fell away.
I didn’t come. I detonated.
My back arched so hard the iron frame swung on its chain. My vision went white, like someone had turned on a floodlight inside my skull. Every muscle in my body fired at once, my ass clenching around Aeldryc’s cock so hard he groaned, and my cum shot up between us in thick, pulsing ropes, hitting my chest, my chin, spattering the iron bands.
I was screaming, or maybe sobbing, or maybe both, and it went on and on and on, rolling through me in waves that each peaked higher than the last because my body had been denied for so long that it had forgotten how to stop.
My inner walls milked him. Convulsing, clenching, pulling. I felt Aeldryc’s control snap—felt it through the iron, a vibration that made every piece of metal in the room hum. He grabbed my hips and thrust again and again, wild now, filthy words spilling from his lips.
And right when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore—too sensitive, too ravaged—he was coming inside me. It was different from the others, it was different from anything,because his magic poured through with it, an electric vibration, filling me not just physically but everywhere the metal touched my skin—the bands, the collar, the frame—so that his orgasm became my orgasm became his, a feedback loop of pleasure that made my second wave hit before the first had finished.
He leaned down and kissed me.
The kiss was hard at first, a claiming. His teeth on my lower lip, his tongue pushing past mine, the kiss of a man who had watched three soldiers fuck the person he—the person who was his—and needed to put his mark back on territory that had never actually been surrendered.
Then soft, tender. His lips gentling against mine, his hand coming up to cup my face the way he always did, thumb stroking my cheekbone. Kissing me like I was something breakable that he would spend his life being careful with.
I was shaking. Full-body tremors that I couldn’t stop, aftershocks rolling through me, my muscles twitching, my breath hitching in little sobs that weren’t sad at all.
The iron moved again. Pieces fell away and clattered to the floor, others lowering me with infinite care. The bands released one by one—wrists, then thighs, then chest—and Aeldryc caught my weight as the frame gave me up, gathering me against his chest, one arm under my knees and one behind my shoulders. He sat down on the stone floor, settling me into his lap so I was straddling him, my legs folded on either side of his hips, myarms around his neck, my face pressed into the warm skin below his ear.
He slid back inside me, and I clung to him, still shaking.
I made a sound when I felt him start to withdraw—a whimper, small and involuntary and embarrassingly needy—and he stopped. His hand found the back of my head and cradled it.
“Stay?” I mumbled against his neck. “Don’t... don’t pull out yet. I want to feel you.”
He laughed. “Once again, you are the one with the power here. I would do anything you ask, sweet boy. But I’m not sure it’s physically possible for me to stay hard after that.” He was right. He should have been softening, but I was being greedy. That was how it worked—orgasm, done, soft, out. The basic laws of the post-nut universe.
“What’s the point in having magic if you can’t stay hard when I still need to be stuffed full?” I grumped, nipping at his shoulder, licking that spot. I tightened my arms around his waist, pressed so close that there wasn’t an atom of air between us.
Aeldryc blew out a breath, pulled me down so he was buried deep, and groaned. I felt him swell, filling the space my body tried to give him, staying exactly as deep as he’d been when he came.
“I was completely joking,” I muttered.
He burst out laughing, a raw sound that was so unexpected, it should have startled both of us. “I channeled all the iron I could command into my cock so you didn’t have to be empty, and you tell me you’re joking?”
I kissed his neck, the hollow of his throat, and the edge of his jaw. He turned his head and caught my lips again, and this kiss was slow and deep and thorough and so tender it made my chest hurt. His hands stroked up and down my spine, soothing the tremors, warming the skin where the iron bands had been. His cock pulsed inside me, a steady heartbeat, a reminder: still here, still full, still his.
I pulled back enough to look at him. His violet eyes were soft in a way I’d only seen a few times—post-orgasm, post-tenderness, when the Commander had retreated and it was Aeldryc.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hello,” he said.
