Page 70 of The Jester

A jolt of pure, molten arousal goes straight to my cock as I do as she commands. She smiles at me, then dips a hand between her thighs and closes her eyes while she touches herself.

When she opens them again, she stands up, freeing my mouth, then walks slowly around me. Dragging the shaft of ice down my spine, she blows warm air on the trail it leaves, sending sparks of arousal cascading through me.

When she reaches the top of my ass, I tense.

Without speaking, she parts my legs, and the stretch of my thighs jerks a sigh from my lips.

Another breath of warm air, and then she begins to tease my tight hole with the tip of the shaft. I flinch at the sensation – cold and unexpected, and the more I tense, the more I’m aware I need to untense.

But then a small fizz of anticipation begins to build, and I realise I am leaning back towards her, searching for more pressure. She senses it too – of course, she does. She knows exactly what I want because, at this moment, I am not trying to hide anything from her.

She takes hold of my hip, biting into it with her fingernails. She starts to ease in the shaft. Then, with a suddenness that steals my breath, she presses it inside me, slowly but inexorably filling me with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

I gasp as my body tries to adjust to what is happening, and Alana sighs loudly.

I crane my head, desperate to see the look on her face, but she snaps at me to keep looking at the floor. The timbre of her voice – sharp and commanding – makes me moan.

For a moment, she just holds me still and waits for my body to adjust to the fullness. Then, slowly, she starts to move it.

My eyes roll back and I scrape the concrete floor with my nails. “Fuck, Alana...”

She hesitates, worried she’s hurting me, but I shake my head and plead with her.

“Don’t stop . . . Fuck me harder.”

I can almost feel her smiling as she does as I ask, and while she starts to thrust, I strain against the ties on my wrists, desperate to wrap my hand around my cock.

Sensing what I need, Alana reaches between my spread-open legs and curls her firm fingers around my length. Her movements are rhythmic and deliberate, and my body feels like it’s being burned alive from the inside out. Pleasure and pain collide, my thoughts disappear, everything is dark and loud, and there is nothing but feeling.

Just when I think I can’t bear anymore, she quickens the pace.

She lets go of my cock and the sound she makes tells me she’s started to fuck herself while she fucks me. I arch my back, unable to resist the force of her movements. Her wings flutter above us, casting dark shadows on the walls. She is moaning loudly. I can feel her power flowing through me. It surges through my veins, filling every fibre of my being. And it feels like... magic.

Until this second, magic has existed as only a flicker inside me. Deep in the shadowy basement of my soul. Forgotten, repressed, contained.

But it’s not my magic I’m feeling. This is different. It’s pure, and big, and powerful. So fucking powerful.

My eyes spring open.

Alana cries out. She thrusts deeper, harder, and the magic is drowned out by the sound of my orgasm. It reverberates in my chest, vibrating through my bones. I can feel it in every cell, every atom of my body. The force of her power, the intensity of her control, coalesces into a single, overwhelming sensation.

It builds deep inside me and then explodes in waves.

When she unties me and slips her hands under my arms, helping me to my feet, she stares into my eyes and smiles.

“Did you feel that?” I breathe, panting.

“Did I hurt you?” she replies.

I shake my head, trying to read her face. She didn’t feel what I felt. She didn’t feel her magic seeping into my bones. She has no idea what just happened, and I have no idea how it happened.

All I know is that I want to feel it again.

I need to feel it again.

I need her.

All of her.

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