Page 25 of Shadowbound

The only difference is, though we have the same tempo and rhythm, I’ll be allowed to come and he won’t.

We stroke in time with each other and I admit, I put on a show. I love how hot it makes me to show him my body—it boosts my own pleasure which in turn boosts my magic. This has always been my preferred method of building power, though many in my land prefer to do it through pain or blood. But I can build enough to refill my own inner reservoir and power my tower for an entire day with a single orgasm. Why do it any other way?

“Ahh—that feels so good!” I moan as I thrust the crystal power wand faster. “Mmm, my Paladin—imagine if it was your shaft inside me. Imagine me riding you, fucking you until you begged for more and came, shooting your seed deep in my pussy!”

“Fuck!” he groans, his eyes fixed on my body as I pump my hips with pleasure. Teasing him is making me even hotter. Despite the orgasm he gave me earlier with his tongue, I want more—I always want more. Some say there is Succubus in my bloodline—I tend to agree. I’ve always been eager for pleasure.

At last I reach the peak. Moaning, my back arching, I thrust the crystal wand deep in my pussy. It’s glowing from within, drinking in my pleasure as it explodes out of me, sending some to my tower. At the same time, I feel my inner reserves being replenished.

I can see that Alaric is reaching his peak at the same time…and then being denied. He groans as the ring at the base of his shaft tightens, cutting off his pleasure and leaving him wanting and engorged.

“Fuck!” he growls again. “I can’t fucking come!”

“Your orgasms… belong… to me, Paladin,” I remind him, panting a little. “I’ll let you know…when you’ve earned one.”

His eyes flash.

“You know, Mistress—teasing a man like this is dangerous.”

“Not when I hold the key to your collar and your cockring,” I say sternly. “Are you threatening me, Paladin?”

“No—fuck, no! It’s just…Gods, I’m fucking throbbing over here, Mistress! Watching your beautiful body…watching you pleasure yourself and make yourself come…it’s too fucking much!”

“Would you rather not be involved next time?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “I can send you from the room if you’d rather not watch.”

“Fuck no!” he exclaims. “I’d watch even if I knew the sight would make me go blind. I just…it fucking hurts.” He cups his balls, which really do look a bit swollen. But I am not prepared to be merciful.

Alaric is a big, powerful warrior who’s used to being in charge everywhere he goes. He must know from the start who is in control. If I cede any of my power to him, he won’t respect me and our whole relationship will be skewed. Though I prefer to lead with love and gentleness, I must be stern at least in the beginning.

“You’ll get used to the ache,” I tell him. “Now come here.”

He comes to me at once, as though he was hoping for an invitation.

“What do you want me to do, my Lady?” he asks.

“Slide that out of me and clean it—with your tongue.”

I gesture to the crystal pleasure wand, still buried deep in my pussy. I see Alaric’s eyes widen…then he groans low in his throat and I know something else about him. He rather enjoys acts of subjugation and humiliation. I suppose I should have known it from watching his earlier memories with that priestess, but it’s certainly driven home by how eagerly he obeys me.

He withdraws the long, deep purple crystal and—holding my eyes with his own—licks it clean, tasting my honey eagerly. I’m half inclined to have him give my pussy a tongue bath too—for a virgin, he’s certainly an extremely quick learner in the art of pleasuring women. But I decide to hold off. Tasting pussy is one of my new Blood-servant’s deepest desires. I must save it for special occasions as a reward or when I need to raise a lot of power.

“Very good, my Paladin,” I murmur as he finishes licking my wand clean and hands it back to me. “Do you enjoy the taste of my pussy?”

“Mistress, your honey is sweeter than anything I ever dreamed of,” he says.

“Your answer pleases me,” I tell him. I decide I will be lenient after all. “You may kiss me goodnight,” I tell Alaric.

He leans towards me but I shake my head and point between my thighs.

“No—kiss me there. But just one kiss, mind you,” I tell him. “I’m trusting you, my Paladin—no licking or sucking—just a single kiss.”

His eyes are heavy with lust as he nods.

“Just a kiss, my Lady,” he rumbles. “I swear it.”

Then he leans forward and slides his hands under my ass. I give a little gasp of surprise as he pulls me forward—I didn’t realize how strong he is—and half-lifts me to his lips.

“Alaric!” I begin to protest but then his hot mouth comes down, covering my pussy eagerly and he begins a long, slow, open-mouthed kiss. He’s not really licking me but his tongue is still busy, rubbing against me as he kisses. It feels so good I can barely stand it!

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