“I’ve noticed something about you, Galiva,” he says as he stops in front of me. His arms are held at ease behind his back, his face serious. “You have a strong sense of duty, a dedication to this position.” The words fill me with a sense of pride, but he isn’t finished. “But in that same breath, I’ve seen that you don’t know how tostopworking when the time calls for it. You’re like me in that way.”
I straighten my back, though I grudgingly admit that there’s a drop of truth in that.
“You’ve seen how difficult this position is,” Arlon says, “and if you are not careful, it will harden you until you forget that magic is just as much about pleasure as it is pain.”
His hand lands on my shoulder, before one finger tips my chin up to look at him. “So, until tomorrow, pleasure is theonlything I want on your mind.”
A moan nearly breaks past my lips, but I hold it back out of sheer force of will. Instead, I let out a breathless, “Yes, sir.”
His touch is stern as he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. Strong hands spin me before he loosens my breast band, letting it fall to the ground. My nipples harden in the chill of the dungeon before he pulls my back against his chest. His strong arms circle me as his hands stroke over my bared skin. After three months of denial, I’m trembling already, breaths coming in short gasps as every nerve comes alight under his touch.
“So, what do you say, Galiva?” he asks as his fingers find the waist of my skirt. He unties it deftly, letting it slide over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my cage. “Would you like your first of many today?”
His hand cups my crotch roughly, and I can almost feel the heat of his palm through the metal. Teeth graze my shoulder, and my own hand flies back to cup his neck.
“Yes!”
His chuckle makes my skin shiver, but the part of me that’s still able to form thoughts wonders why the hell he isn’t taking the cage off yet. My question is answered a moment later when a finger grazes my ass, reaching through the convenient hole to tease at me.
“Hmm, but before we do, I want to have you here.”
A ragged moan of disappointment breaks free of me, but it’s quickly replaced by a yelp of surprise. Arlon scoops me easily into his arms and carries me over to the bed on the far side of the room. When he sets me down, he pushes me face first into the covers, his hand bracketing the back of my neck to hold me there.
“Ass up, Galiva,” he orders. “Knees on the edge of the bed. Spread those legs for me.”
My legs tremble as I obey, lifting my ass up as I scoot my knees to the edge of the bed, spreading them wide. The cool air of the dungeon prickles against my heated skin, sending bumps shivering down my arms.
“Such a lovely sight,” he says as the hand on my head slides down to rest against the small of my back. “What do you think,doldora? Do you want me to use your hole before I free you?”
I bite back a moan even as I nod. Hearing him call me beautiful in his native tongue makes me flush all over.
“Good,” he purrs. The slicked head of his cock nudges at my hole, and I moan as I relax to accept him. He enters me slowly, ever aware of his size, but after the focuses I suffered during our divining last night, I’m more than prepared for him. I moan into the covers as he inches deeper, opening me slowly around him.
The stretch makes my head swim, and he allows me a moment to adjust before he starts to thrust. Pleasure sparks through me, and Igasp as his commanding grip pushes my face against the bed, holding me pinned. I suffer the drag and thrust as his pace speeds up, hips slapping against my ass.
Through the grate of my cage, my cunt drips, aching for any sort of stimulation, though I know it won’t come until Arlon’s ready to give it. The thought wrings a ragged moan from my throat. Arlon knows as well as I do that I can’t finish without my clit being played with, and he doesn’t seem inclined to give me that as he uses me for his pleasure.
I’ve never been this desperate, though. After three months of denial, my nerves come alight in a way I’ve never felt before. Maybe this will be the first time I finish just by having my hole fucked.
I don’t realize he’s moved until a hand cups the front of my cage. There’s the scrape of metal on metal, and I let out a gasp of surprise as the cage suddenly loosens from around my waist. Arlon pulls out of me, freeing me fully from the chastity belt, but he barely lets me catch my breath before he thrusts into my ass again.
With my cunt fully exposed, it makes the rough fucking that much harder to bear. Especially when Arlon’s hand slides between my legs, two fingers stroking up my slit to gather the moisture that’s gathered there. Even the light touch makes my hips buck, my cunt clenching greedily to try and draw him in.
Behind me, he chuckles breathlessly. “That’s it,doldora. I want to wipe every last thought from your head.”
He’s already doing a damn good job of it. With his thick cock working into me, I can barely string a thought together. It’s not enough to finish me off, but gods, do I enjoy the struggle. It feels like I’m a wave about to crest, but he finds his end before I do.
His hips stutter to a stop, and I can’t stop a shout of pure need as he fills me. I quiver in the aftermath, letting out a quiet groan as he pulls out of me.
“Look here, Galiva,” he orders, and I manage to lift my head from the covers to see what he’s gesturing to.
A domed seat is set on the floor, a large magiline phallus jutting up from the top of it. It’s meant for me to kneel over, thrust down on, and my cunt clenches as I imagine the feel of that thick toy in me. But there’s no magiline vibrator from what I can see, and part of me wonders how much longer Arlon is going to torture me before he lets me finish.
“No, here, Galiva,” he says, and I blink glazed eyes to focus on him. He’s holding a piece of magiline that’s been carved into a shape I’ve never seen before. It’s about the size of my hand, a thin piece with gentle ridges cut into the surface, a large hole carved through one end.
Arlon takes it over to the domed seat and slips the hole over the phallus. I shiver, realizing its purpose immediately. With how it’s placed, it’s something I can grind my clit against.
“Fuck. Thank you, sir,” I gasp.
