“If you can’t stay here on your own, I will give you a more painful incentive,” Arlon warns.
“Fuck!” I manage to get myself under some semblance of control as I let out a shuddering, “Y-yes, sir.”
Arlon hums, sounding unconvinced, but I moan in relief as he releases my nipples. “You told me you wanted to cum, Galiva. I’m just doing what you asked.”
I watch through fuzzy vision as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a little piece of magiline. It must be linked tosomething, and I shiver, waiting to see what will happen. He grins at me before rubbing the focus until it glows. Then, the rigid phallus inside of me starts to move. It seems to shrink only to expand upwards again, fucking deep into me.
Even though I was half anticipating it, I can’t stop a shout of surprise. With my legs bound, my arms pulled up behind me, I’mhelpless to do anything but accept it. The phallus fucks into me, the pad buzzes against my clit, and it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to crash through me.
I scream and writhe as the waves of pleasure start to feel like they’re drowning me. It turns sharp, and I can’t help but pull back to give my abused clit a little relief. The buzzing immediately stops, the phallus going still in me, and I drag in a desperate breath.
Arlon tsks, but it takes a moment to get my eyes to focus to see exactly what his disapproval will earn me now. I blink, vision clearing enough to see the silver nipple clamps that have appeared in his hand. “Oh nonono, sir, please.”
His grin is full of a cruel kind of sympathy. “I said I was going to let you cum, Galiva, and we’re nowhere near finished.”
I whimper as he closes the clamps over my nipples, and the little sparks of pain are almost a relief to my pleasure-wrought nerves. There’s a length of chain connecting them, and Arlon grins as he crouches in front of me. He toys with the chain before he twines it around his finger andpulls. It leaves me with two options - suffer the pain in my nipples or lean forward to grind my overworked clit back against the magiline pad.
I choose the latter, only to scream as the pad starts to vibrate again. Arlon touches the linked focus, and the phallus resumes its hard, steady fucking. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. With the overload of sensation, there’s not much to differentiate pleasure from pain, and I sob as another orgasm slams through me.
“Again,” Arlon orders, pulling my chain down until I’m practically laying across the seat.
My body trembles and jerks, completely out of my control. I’m lost in the onslaught, my mind blank of everything but the mix of pain and pleasure warring through me. My next peak is ripped out of me on a scream, and I don’t think I can take another.
The stimulation suddenly cuts off, both the pad and the phallus going still. I sag in my ropes as Arlon says, “Just breathe,doldora.”
I drag in a ragged breath as a bead of sweat slides down my cheek. My heartbeat seems to resonate through my cunt and clit, making every pulse throb. I moan, sagging forward to bury my face against Arlon’s chest. He chuckles as he strokes my sweaty curls from my face.
“Have you had enough, Apprentice?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I moan, the aftermath of pleasure almost as good as the start of it.
Arlon hums, and for a second, I think he might start it up again. I wait, holding my breath, but then his fingers gently untie the ropes around my wrists. I let them fall, too tired to move before my legs are freed next.
One strong arm circles my waist before I’m lifted off the phallus and the domed seat. I’m glad for the help. With my legs turned to water, I don’t think I could manage it on my own.
Arlon scoops me into his arms before he carries me over to the bed to lay me down. I let out a drowsy little chuckle as he comes to join me, pressing his body close. I’m not usually a cuddler, but after an intense spell like that, I’ve come to relish these quiet moments. The calm after the storm. I bury my face against his chest, savoring the feel of his hand stroking gently down my back. It makes my overworked nerves thrum, but after the onslaught, the touch is pleasant.
“Congratulations, Master Galiva,” Arlon says. “You have more than earned your conjuration mastery.”
The words fill me with pride, and I smile as my hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “Thank you.” I let out a tired laugh and say, “I’ve already jotted down some ideas for my enchantment and transmutation masteries.”
Arlon hums. “I’m sure you have.”
“Want to hear them?”
“I think I need to mount you back on that seat and start this all over again if your mind is going back to work so quickly.”
I shiver at the threat even as I turn my grin up at him. “So that’s a no?”
He frowns even as he tightens his arms around me. “You arerushing, Galiva. Why?”
He’s not wrong. Ever since the Eastern Tower, there’s been this sense of... urgency. Like if I just hurry and gain my full mastery, a weight will be lifted.
“I...” I swallow and say, “I don’t think you’ll like my answer.”
“Try me.”
I frown and gently extract myself from his too-warm arms to roll onto my back. It’s easier not to look at him as I say, “Because I want to be ready if the next attempt on your life succeeds.”
