“Don’t thank me yet,” Arlon says as he motions me over.
That’sominous, but I’m too desperate to give it much thought. As I move to meet him, some of his seed slides out of me, and I shudder as it trails down my thigh.
Arlon takes my hands before adorning each finger with at least two focuses. At any other time, I’d say charging that number of spells would be impossible, but after months of teasing and denial, I feel like I could charge the main tower of the Crux for a godsdamned lifetime.
“Ready to finish it, Gal?” Arlon asks.
“Yes, sir,” I pant.
“Good. Then let’s get you settled.”
I straddle the domed seat before I sink to my knees. It brings the tip of the phallus against my cunt, and I moan as I brace my handson the front of the seat before I slide the rest of the way down. The thick toy fills me, sending chills of pleasure down my back, yet as my pelvis comes to rest against the little magiline pad, it starts to vibrate.
My entire body jerks at the sudden stimulation. After so long without, it’s nearly too much. I pull away from it, lifting my hips up, but not far enough to pull off the toy. The movement makes Arlon tsk all the same.
“Where do you think you’re going,doldora?”
I whimper as I sink back down, fucking myself on the thick phallus until my pelvis comes to rest on the buzzing pad again.
“That’s better,” Arlon says approvingly.
I bite my lower lip as I sit fully on the domed seat, hips twitching without thought. The buzzing of the pad hits in just the right way, the thick phallus stuffing me full. I rock my hips, savoring the feel of the unyielding length inside of me, the vibrations of the pad under my clit. Around my fingers, the focuses spark as they start to charge.
“F-fuck, sir,” I gasp. “I’m not going to last long like this.”
Arlon’s deep chuckle rumbles through me. “Now don’t say that, Galiva,” he admonishes. “Because if you cum before I give you permission, I’ll make you regret it.”
I swear, hips jerking as a lightning strike of pleasure jolts through me at his words. It’s a losing situation. I’ve cast with Arlon enough times to know that this is exactly his style. He’s set me up to fail, but I’ll be damned if I give in that easily.
My hips shift, moving my clit to a less intense spot on the buzzing pad. It makes the phallus rub against my sweet spot, and I gasp as light briefly sparks behind my eyes before I manage to get myself back under control. I draw in a shuddering breath only to let it out on a moan as I try to keep my hips from rocking.
“Even now, she’s so poised,” Arlon says. His heavy footsteps circle behind me before coming to a stop. “Holding so tightly to control.”
I shudder, biting back the whimpers that are so desperately trying to break free. His big, calloused hands land on my shoulders, his lips just brushing my ear. “I want to see you fall apart, Galiva.”
Without warning, he pushes down. It forces the phallus deep into me, grinds my clit against the buzzing magiline. I scream as pleasure slams into me like a wave. “Oh fuck!”
Arlon doesn’t let up, his hands holding me firm. “Not yet, Galiva.”
My hips jerk and rock, entirely out of my control, but with his hands on me, I can’t so much as ease up on the buzzing pad. It’s hard to tell if I’m trying to seek out more or escape the sensations that feel like they’re going to bring me apart. “Oh nonono, sir, please!”
I’m teetering right on the precipice, ready to fall into bliss.
“Not yet,” he warns, but I can’t stop it, can’t help it. My orgasm rocks through me like a storm swell, powerful and unstoppable. I scream as I cum, hips bucking and jerking as my cunt clenches around the phallus.
The pleasure seems like it goes on forever, stealing my breath even as my vision goes fuzzy. The aftershocks of it throb from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet, beating in a rapid pace.
Then, blissfully, the vibrations of the magiline pad cut off. I drag in a ragged breath just as Arlon says, “Aww,doldora, that sounds like you finished without my permission.”
His hands gently squeeze my shoulders before he lets go of me. I slump against the domed seat, panting for breath, though I notice with no small amount of pride that every focus around my fingers is glowing with charge.
“Such an eager cunt,” Arlon says before ropes circle my right leg. He frog-ties me with the efficiency of long practice, looping the rope around my shin and thigh. It keeps my leg bent, and I shudder as he does the same to my other side.
I shift on the domed seat, but with the way he’s tied me, I can’t unfold my legs, can’t pull off of the phallus without using my hands. And he takes that option away from me next as he binds my wrists behind my back and connects the long end to an anchor point somewhere overhead. It forces me to lean forward to save my shoulders the strain, simultaneously forcing me to grind my sensitive clit against the magiline pad. For the time being, at least, the pad is still.
Arlon circles in front of me, one hand hooking under my chin to lift my head. I whimper as I look up at him. “You want to cum so badly? Then let’s give you what you want.”
The magiline pad starts buzzing again, and I scream as the sensation jolts through me. I try to straighten on instinct, pull away from the vibrating magiline, shoulders be damned, but Arlon grabs my nipples hard and pulls me back down.
