Page 73 of The Kingdom of Flames

The beautiful eyes of her Lord of Summer stared down at her with icy precision.

“Feast on me, yield it. Bring it from me.”

Celestine leaned forward with abandon. As she took more and more of his length into her mouth and throat, eyes watering, her cunt sang to her. Pleaded with her. Wanting more. But Tristien leaned low as she took him, forcing her head into his abdomen. She snorted, cock and saliva choking her. She coughed slop onto him, but he held her there, bringing her forward.

Silken ribbon lashed through her collar, which he positioned behind her, so the ring was at the back of her neck and racing down her spine, across her midriff, until her wrists were bound behind her back. She serviced him, her beautiful lord.

“Yes,” Tristien groaned, his voice filling with more timbre. She glanced up, mouth and throat full, into his proud eyes. There, she saw the flicker of the Season within him.

“You are nothing but a filthy creature,” Tristien hissed as he pressed into her. “Vermin, on the floor, begging for scraps. But you please me, so I will reward you.”

Celestine’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at his praise. Her body was filled with heat, her tendons straining against her bindings. Closer and closer, she raced. Seeking his essence, his seed.

“Yes…” Tristien growled. He withdrew from her mouth. She groaned deeply, seeking his cock, but he moved her mouth to the side of his shaft. Her lips and tongue were used like a mitt upon the side of his length.

Strong hands gripped her skull, using her like a toy. Celestine’s head moved back and forth. She was property. Filthy property that he blessed her world to visit upon.

“Now…” Tristien stared down at her. She sucked greedily upon the flesh he offered her. She would eat and taste what she could.

“Behold, Celestine…” Tristien murmured, his voice growing deeper.

She stared as her head was drawn back and forth along his length, feeling his cock spasm. Her hands should be servicing him. This cock should be inside her.

He trembled and broke, and his left hand curled into a fist of her hair as his right hand stroked his cock, a long rope of pearls erupting from him in a beautiful arc.

It’s a pearled whip.

But the lash did not land on her face or chest, not on her thighs. She groaned in dismay, fighting her bindings, mouth out like a hungry beast as he stroked rope after rope of beautiful seed past her face. He denied her. Not even letting her taste his flesh. She stared down at the ground where his seed wetted the cold stone on the ground.

“Tristien,” she begged. She knew he was staring at her, but she was transfixed on the wasted come on the ground.

He held her hair tight. She strained against the bindings, seeking to clean some of his come at his thick head. Tristien gripped his cock and turned it to her, keeping it just out of reach. The collar tightened around her neck, and she pushed against her bindings.

“Please…” she groaned. The world felt so grey. It would always be grey.

Finally, Tristien loosed her leash, the silk running through his fingertips. She dove forward, feeling such abandon. Her lips and tongue latched onto his swollen cockhead, tasting his seed finally.

Summer and sunshine flooded into her. She trembled at its warmth, the vibrancy of it. Every moment of her life, whatever that had been, had brought her to this moment. She bent to the cold stone ground without asking, hands bound behind her.

“Clean it up.”

Celestine dove eagerly, her tongue slathering out, tasting his seed cold on the filthy ground. She would need to scrub this room again. When she tasted his essence, she knew truly she was nothing but a whore, a tramp. Worse than that. A whore was paid. A whore had control. Tristien had molded her into nothing but a reactionary creature, a scampering little drab that cleaned and serviced him.

It didn’t matter. Nothing did. If this was her reward today, she would take it. She ran her tongue around the flagstone, line after line, eating his seed. Cold from his body, it tasted like summer ending, and each morsel she drank and ate made her crave it more. This was the essence of a demigod.

Tristien held her silken leash, staring down at her prone body. A flog appeared in his hand. She knew it from the sound it made even in the air. Then she felt the strong thump against her ass. Several tails of it curled down and stung her quim with perfect precision, one to the left, one to the right, and one that crested across her clit, stinging her in such fabulous torment.

“Ahhh…” Celestine mumbled. She could end this with a single word. It was their way. She could leave her with a single word.

She didn’t want to.

The flogging continued. Each thud of the tails across her sex was the sweetest sting. Tristien continued, berating her, degrading her, bindings tightening as his lust grew.

“Please Tristien…”Celestine murmured. “Take me. I cannot take it any longer.”

Her Lord of Summer laughed, but he pulled her leash to the vastness of their bed. Celestine tried to climb on top of him.

Tristien sat up against the back of the bed, legs spread, beckoning her to come forth. He made her sit between his legs, encircling her from behind. He still held her leash tight, the collar around her neck choking her slightly.

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