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Then Oryll stepped up. "It's time. For our first session of the day, Priest Eladehl of the Path of the Body and Priestess Nariana who claims the Path of Temptation will give us a display of sexual bondage. The pair of you have ten minutes to get into place and prepare. Your guardians can take the corners of the stage area."
We moved, and quickly. There was a collection of supplies provided at the back beside the basin of tears. Thankfully, she'd chosen an easy outfit to remove, so we both got to work. She stripped; I found the exact supplies I needed, and hurried to set this up the way I wanted. Just as I finished, the light on the stage dimmed as a cloud passed over the dome.
It got darker. Then darker still until the entire area was as black as night.
I helped Nari into position and stepped back, just as the possibly divinely-inspired cloud passed and light fell through the temple to shine on Zeal's Chosen. Nari knelt with her head down, bare, her lace covering her like some erotic lingerie. Her arms were bound behind her back, her hair fell across her face and chest, and her skin shone against the darkness around her.
It was perfect.
I could hear the crowd begin to murmur in appreciation. All that was missing was music, but I could make do. This was my chance to prove my love to her. To prove my trust to Wraythe. To prove my courage to Talin. Most of all, it was my sacrifice to my god, and I was going to make sure the entire temple had the chance to see it.
I stepped forward, just as naked as she was. Around my left hand was a leather strap with a metal roller on the end, but no true buckle. My other hand was free, and as soon as I was close enough, I buried it in Nari's hair and pulled.
Her head snapped back, exposing both her face and breasts. Those golden eyes found mine, filled with nothing but acceptance, and then I lifted. She stood, giving me complete control, and I spun her to face me. That allowed them all to see the marks down her back, but I just wanted to kiss her.
Our mouths met hard, and she relaxed into my hold. This was surrender. This was what I'd longed to feel, and my dick was rising quickly. Using that hand in her hair, I bent her back a little more, kissing my way down to her chest even as I walked her back. Thrusting her breasts toward the crowd before me, my teeth teased her nipple, stretching it so the viewers could see there was nothing fake about this - and she moaned. The sound was so sweet, so seductive that I wanted more.
One more step, and her ass hit the bench in the center of the stage. So I pushed. Nari landed on her bound arms, sprawled across the narrow surface of the bench. My hand came out of her hair and I grabbed her throat, but didn't squeeze. No, I used it to hold her just where I wanted, off-balance and at my mercy. If I let go, she'd slide over the edge, toppling down before everyone watching.
Dropping the leather on the bench beside her hip, I grabbed her thigh and spread her open. They couldn't see her pussy, but that wasn't the point. This was Sexual Bondage. This was about keeping this woman at my complete mercy while having my way with her. This was about my own temptation, and I was willing to give into it.
The moment she was bent far enough, I used her leg to hold her there, hooking her calf against my back. That allowed me to let go of her throat, so I moved her other leg over my shoulder and straightened so her ass was no longer on the bench. Then I dragged my tongue across her already slick folds. Oh, the taste of her was amazing. The gasp she made was loud enough for everyone to hear, but I didn't care.
She couldn't hold on to anything but me. I thrust my tongue across her again, pausing to tease the hard knot, and felt her legs twitch. If she forgot to grip with her legs, she'd fall. If she tried to fight me, she'd fall. If she gave in, I would make sure that didn't happen. Holding her almost upside down for the viewers to appreciate, I devoured her, sucking at her clit, thrusting my tongue deep into her entrance, and teasing her until those gasps became cries of passion, and still I didn't stop.
Her back arched. Her body writhed, and she couldn't stop it. I couldn't use my hands, not while holding her up. My arms were burning from the effort, but this was so worth it. My dick was throbbing, begging to be inside her, but not yet. Not until I made her come at least once.
Her clit was between my lips, and my tongue was thrashing it in the best way when she tried to sit up. I felt it, so I lifted her hips higher, flexing her a little more, and she was helpless. Her thighs gripped my body tighter. Her breath was getting ragged, but I refused to stop. A harder flick with my tongue, another suck, and then my woman exploded against my mouth. The scream of passion that came from her lips was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.
But I didn't wait for her to finish. Letting go of her legs, I dropped her feet to the ground, overly aware that I could just slide into her like this, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel her breath catch, her body try to fight me, and know that she didn't care at all. I wanted to take every last bit of this woman's strength and devour it like a drug, stealing it away for just a few seconds, but when I grabbed her to flip her over, our eyes met.
The impossibly golden color was filled with passion. I could see trust, need, and desire all right there. What I couldn't find was fear. There was no agony. Like this, with everyone watching, the only thing I could find in my partner was complete and total acceptance.
She was mine. As I flipped her over, I was sure of it. It took two seconds to grab the leather strap and wrap it around her neck. Then I braced my body to move all of her weight. Using nothing more than the strap around her neck and a grip on the knots between her arms, I lifted.
"Knee," I ordered.
As if she was reading my mind, Nari shoved her leg forward, getting it bent between her belly and the bench. It gave her something to push against. Some way to keep me from going too far. It also spread her open at just the right height for me to slide my aching dick down her seam, find her opening, and then push into her body.
I groaned. The feel of this woman around me would never get old. She was slick from her last climax, and her walls gripped me, begging for even more. I thrust into her hard. Her body jerked forward, hitting the limits of the collar around her neck, and the leather tightened. I knew her breasts were swaying. I could tell that everyone was panting with need for this woman, but she wasmine.
All mine, always mine, and forever mine. Each time I thought it, I buried myself inside her again. The strap around her neck tightened, arching her back. Her breath was a hoarse wheeze and she couldn't manage a moan. Her entire body was held between her bound arms and the strap around her throat, and it felt so good.
The strap around her neck was so tight. The knots running the length of her arms - making her hands useless - dug into her flesh. From where I stood, thrusting myself into her body as hard as I could, I had the perfect view of the tension in her back. She couldn't get a full breath. This woman was completely helpless. I wanted to slap her ass so bad, but this wasn't the display for that.
This was about bondage. It was about her not being able to hold me and yet still finding a way to show she wanted it. No, that she wanted me. I pulled the collar a little tighter, watching the leather bite into the skin at the back of her neck. A strangled sound escaped her lips. My balls clenched, wanting more, just a little more, but not this time.
I fucked her hard, feeling her clench around me as she tried to keep her balance with that one knee. She was mine. Completely mine, and her life hung in the strength of my hand on the leather. The best part was that she didn't try to fight. Completely helpless, Nari gave herself to me, and I took. As hard as I could, as violently as possible, I claimed her body before the eyes of the entire temple and the god that ruled it.
I claimed his Chosen as my own, and I vowed that I would let no one take her from me. My beautiful temptation. My shadowed girl who could always see the light in me. Most of all, my salvation, because this woman was the place where I always felt like I didn't need to be a monster.
And then she threw her head back, her body tensed, and her core clamped down on me so hard. She came, and I kept going, riding her through it, taking what I wanted - no,needed- and giving it all back to her. Each wave that wracked her body gripped me. Every time I pumped into her, I had to struggle to hold off. She came first. She would always come first. She deserved nothing less than my all.
Just as her orgasm began to fade, I released the hold on her throat, shoved my now-free hand to the top of the bench, and cried out as my climax hit. I heard her gasp, sucking in great breaths of air, but for a moment nothing mattered. Mine. That was all I could think, and the word was filled with everything good I could imagine in the world.
Mine, and we'd done this together.
Yet before I could even withdraw from her body, someone began to clap. Then someone cheered. A whistle split the air and the cheers kept growing. I got Nari's feet on the ground, pulled the leather from her neck, and pulled the piece of rope that released the knots. She just looked up.
