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Castor licked his lips, leaning forward to look straight into Ianora's panic-stricken gray eyes. "But you can't harm me. The curse—"
"Oh, screw your curse. There are creative ways around it, this coffin included. I'm not technically hurting you, am I? You're still alive. No harm has come to you physically, although mentally is debatable. There is no way for the curse to trigger against me. You see, I've had lots of time to experiment with this lovely device."
At last, he popped open the first clasp holding the coffin closed, and a hiss of air released from the seal. Ianora immediately tried to move, but already the paralysis had set in, and she only managed to wobble her hand.
He reached out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, and she recoiled from his touch. "And now that you're mine for all eternity, I've found that if I start playing with my little pet while the paralysis is setting in, it heightens the experience for both of us."
"You ... you can't," Ianora gasped with the last of her strength. "I'm supposed to remain a virgin until after the wedding—"
"I plan on keeping you intact until the right time, don't be so afraid." He chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to his feet, revealing his hard cock. "But there are plenty of other ways to have fun with you in the meantime."
He took his thick cock in one hand, stroking himself a few times before leaning over the coffin to take Ianora's mouth in a deep kiss. She tasted of honey and strawberries. A taste Castor had searched for in his dreams, but never found except for when he was with her. At this point in the paralysis, she could definitely kiss him back if she wanted to, but she didn't. Her lips only twitched in determined refusal. When she didn't respond, he licked into her mouth, tasting her fear, and feeling his own arousal grow.
He pulled back slightly, and Ianora stared at him in confusion and terror. "Please, don't do this. This isn't right."
"Isn't it, though? You're my property. I bought you fair and square. Isn't it wrong foryouto denyme?" He licked his lips. "I'll tell you what. You don't want me to touch you? We can make a deal. Behave yourself for the next four days. Pretend to be the happy little bride you're supposed to be. Treat our guests with respect andenjoyyourself, and I'll keep my hands off you until it's time to consummate."
"And if I don't?" she asked with a small voice.
Castor smirked. "You'll see. I'll give you a few minutes to change your mind.
With one hand on his cock, he began to stroke himself, slow, but with a firm grip, as he imagined what it would be like to thrust inside of her while she was vulnerable like this. His length pulsed in his fist, precum dripping from the tip at the thought of sliding into her hot, tight hole. It had been a long time since he'd taken a virgin, a long time since he'd cared enough about being with another woman to bother. For so long, Ianora had been the only one he wanted, the only one he needed, that he'd seldom been interested in sex with other women. But now that Ianora was here, his cock had been raging hard more often than not, and he'd frequently had to suppress the urge to sneak into her room and fuck her.
But he had to be a little more patient before he could have her completely.
A moan bubbled up from Castor's throat, and his cock twitched and squeezed internally as he came closer to the edge. But it was far too soon to end this now. He had to find a way to bring Ianora into the game. If he gave her pleasure first, if he could make her enjoy herself against her instincts to fear and hate him, then he could enjoy this for longer.
Still stroking himself in one hand, he reached out to the bodice of her dress and gently felt for her breasts through the silk of her dress.
"S-stop," Ianora said with a shocked gasp as he began to massage them, feeling the entirety of their supple shape.
"You don't sound like you want me to stop," he whispered, taking pleasure in the way she attempted to stifle a groan when he tweaked her nipples. "You like that, don't you?"
"I—I don't ... oh ..." she sighed, and losing control of herself, she bucked against him, but this time in sheer arousal rather than fear. Watching as her body responded to such a simple touch made Castor even harder, and he couldn't resist sliding his hand down farther, smoothing the silk of her dress to find the mound between her hips, then gently brushing the crevasse between her legs.
A low moan rose from her. Castor took that as encouragement to continue, pushing her thighs apart ever so slightly to give him better access. With all the layers between him and her skin, he couldn't get a good sense of how aroused she was, but he could tell that she was trying to resist reacting to his touches.
"Tell me to stop," Castor growled. "Tell me."
"If I tell you to stop," she managed, "then you'll what? Leave me in here for eternity?"
"Not eternity. Only until you agree to behave, only until you give me the chance to show you it doesn't have to be all hot and cold between us ... it can just be hot all the time, my love. You either agree now, and I'll stop touching you, or I carry on, and you agree sooner rather than later." He chuckled as his hand roamed farther down, this time to curl around the hem of her dress and push under the skirts, searching for the prized treasure beneath. "Or you can agree, and I can carry on like this, if you'd like ..."
She didn't say anything, and so he carried on, at last finding the crease of her pussy. And her panties were ... damp. Pushing them aside, he tentatively ran a finger through her folds, and a shudder went through her entire body.
"Oh, you definitely don't want me to stop, do you, darling?" Castor's voice was husky as he leaned closer to Ianora's face, which was flush from her noble attempts not to react to him, but her body was the real traitor. "When was the last time someone touched you like this?"
A quiet moan escaped from between her pursed lips.
"Or have you let no one else but me between your skirts?"
"Shut the fuck up, you—"
"We came so close to breaking the rules, didn't we? There were so many times when I had you under me, panting and crying as you orgasmed on my hand. Oh, how easy it would have been to slip inside you then. To claim what I've spent the last thirty-four years chasing. And no one would have known but us."
Castor pushed his hand more assertively between her legs, her folds parting for him until he found her clit. He rubbed the pad of his finger against it at first, then began to flick it the way he remembered she liked until she began to quiver and moan uncontrollably.
"Have you let anyone else touch you?" he demanded. "Or have you spent the last three and a half decades dreaming of my touch?"
