I hum at that before an idea strikes me. “Go grab your favorite toy, beautiful. I’ll wait.”
Olbric’s face darkens with lust, and he immediately slips off his bed and disappears from sight. It only takes him a moment to return, and he’s carrying a magiline phallus in one hand, a bottle of lotion in the other. He sets them on the bed in front of him before sinking back to his kneel, his lower lip held between his teeth as he waits for my next order.
“That’s a good girl.” I give a quiet hiss of pleasure as I squeeze the head of my cock. “All it takes is some distance between us for you to be obedient, huh?”
Olbric’s grin is absolutely feral. “Don’t push your luck.”
I can’t stop a laugh at that, even though ideas are already spinning in my head. How could I punish him from a distance? I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to think on it, but for now I say, “Smart mouth. Why don’t you use it to wet that toy?”
Olbric brushes his hair out of the way before he leans down. He runs a long lick up the side of the toy, his eyes never leaving mine. Pleasure coils in my gut at the sight, and as he wraps his lips around the toy, I can almost imagine them around mine. I stroke my cock in time with the steady bob of his head, only to groan when he swallows the toy to the base. He pulls back with a gasp, a string of saliva still threaded between him and the magiline tip.
“Good girl,” I purr, seeing the shiver that rushes through him. “Now, I want you to fuck yourself with that toy. And I want to hear how good it feels.”
Olbric lets out a quiet moan. “Yes, Dom.”
I watch as he grabs the toy, slathering it with a handful of lotion. He shifts until he’s on all fours before taking the toy in hand. I can’t see all that he’s doing, but I can read the pleasure on his face as he eases the toy into himself. He lets out a soft moan, and I swear as a bit of precum helps slick the path my hand is taking over my cock.
“How’s that feel, beautiful?”
Olbric bites his lip, back bowing as he starts to thrust. “Not as good as yours.”
“That’s a good answer,” I chuckle. “Look here so you can see what you’re missing.”
Olbric opens his eyes to focus on me, his lids heavy with pleasure. The arm holding him up starts to shake a little as the other continues to thrust the toy into him. Between his legs, his hard cock hangs down, a trail of precum already leaking from the tip.
The sight of him working himself over makes my blood roar, pleasure singing through me as I speed my pace up. “Sit up, beautiful. I want to watch you ride it while youfuck your hand.”
Olbric does as told, kneeling up before sinking down on the toy. It’s a shame the toy isn’t mounted on anything so he can ride it properly, but seeing his hips jerk as he thrusts into his hand is just as good.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Keep going just like that.”
The pleasure in my gut starts to build, coiling in me as my end slowly approaches. Going off the haze of pleasure on Olbric’s face, the moans he’s making, he’s not far off either. His hand works fervently over his length, but he slows with a whimper of need.
“Dom, please,” he pants.
“Not yet, beautiful,” I say. “Hold out for me.”
Olbric’s moan makes heat surge through me. I’m not going to last much longer. The sight of him, thesoundof him, is even better than the feel of my own hand.
“Dom,please,” he begs, voice breathy with need.
I groan, feeling that point of no return. “Let me see it, beautiful. Cum for me.”
Olbric sinks down onto the toy with a shuddering sound of pleasure as his cock empties over his hand. I swear as I follow him into bliss, my orgasm coursing out of me. For a brief moment, the pleasure erases every worry, every doubt. My world narrows down to Olbric, and I just savor the sight of him in the throes of ecstasy.
Slowly, we come down from the high, and I chuckle as I meet his eye, fishing out a handkerchief from my pocket. Olbric loosens his hand from around his length, panting as he smiles at me through his mussed hair. All the things I feel for him well up, filling me with warmth.
“I love -” The image of him suddenly breaks apart, like a cloud of steam being wafted away, the sending spent. “- you.”
The silence that follows is deafening. The ache of longing, the worry and doubt I was able to forget for a time, comes rushing back in as I clean myself up. The light of my dying fire suddenly feels unable to keep the darkness at bay.
I let out a long sigh as I lay down. Holding the image of Olbric in my head, I close my eyes to sleep.
Wizardly Duty
Never discount the emotional release that can come from casting and conduiting. If you are going through a difficult time, sometimes the best place to take those feelings is into a casting room.
Magic Philosophy by Namina Kimathi
