Page 38 of Shadowbound

His eyes are heavy-lidded with desire.

“Are you going to fuck yourself on me, Mistress?” he asks, his deep voice harsh with need. “Are you going to use my cock for your pleasure?”

Actually, I’d love to do that, but it’s far too much of a reward and it would bind us even more tightly than if I drank some of his blood.

“No, my Paladin,” I say, stroking his cheek. “I’m just going to rub against you. I want you to try not to come, though. Remember, the cockring has been removed so it’s up to you now. Can you be good and not come for me?”

“I’ll try.” He looks doubtful. “But I feel like I’ve been on the edge all fucking day!”

“I know.” I stroke his cheek soothingly. “And I know how hard it is. I’m very proud of how well you endured your training.”

His cheeks turn a dull red and I realize that he’s actually blushing! It’s adorable.

“Thank you, my Lady,” he says gruffly and I get a flash from the Jewel of Knowing that tells me he doesn’t receive praise very often. He’s been working hard all his life to achieve his position, but it’s all been for the glory of the GodKing he serves—he almost never receives personal recognition.

“You’re welcome, Alaric,” I murmur. Then I lower myself down so that my inner pussy is pressed against his thick shaft and begin to slide up and down against him.

18

Alaric

I try to hold back while Sylvanna rubs her soft, sweet pussy against me—I swear I do! But the Old Gods know, there’s only so much a man can bear and she’s been fucking teasing me all day long. Still, I do my best not to come at once.

“That’s right, my Paladin,” she murmurs as she rubs her wet heat against my aching cock. “That’s right, hold back—don’t come yet. Not until I tell you to.”

“I’m…trying…to hold back,” I grit out, my jaw clenched. Gods, if only she didn’t feel so fucking good against my shaft! I swear it feels swollen from being so hard for so long.

“You’re doing so well, Alaric—you’re being so good for me,” she murmurs. Her bare breasts are swaying in time with her motion, the tight, dark nipples look so suckable. I wish I could reach for them but her Shadows have my wrists and ankles bound tight to the bedposts.

I don’t know why being tied down like this makes me so much harder—why it makes me ache inside with desire and longing. What is it about submitting to this woman that breaks all my internal barriers and makes me feel helpless and so fucking hot?

There are no answers to these questions—only desire building and building as she rubs her soft, wet pussy teasingly against my cock and whispers that I can’t come yet…not yet…not until she tells me to.

At last, when I feel like I’m going to fucking explode, she kisses me gently on the mouth, looks into my eyes and murmurs,

“Come for me, my Paladin. Come now!”

Her words are what I’ve been waiting for. With a groan of pure release, I finally let myself go. I feel the seed boiling up from my balls and when it shoots from the tip of my cock, I feel the Celestial Fire exploding outwards too.

This time, however, the Fire goes directly into the secret chamber of my heart—my “reservoir” as she calls it—without me even having to send it there. Apparently her training worked, since I don’t blow everything around me to ashes.

The orgasm is the most intense one I can ever remember having—even more intense than the shameful, furtive ones I had when I was younger and trying, but failing, not to fall into the sin of self-abuse. It damn near blows the top of my head off and the cum shooting from the tip of my cock paints my belly and chest liberally with my seed.

“Goddess of Pleasure,” Sylvanna murmurs, looking down at the mess I’ve made as I lay panting under her. “Look at you, Paladin—I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a male produce so much.”

I look down at myself and groan. I really am a mess.

“I need to clean myself, Mistress,” I tell her. “Will you let me up?”

“Not just yet, I don’t think.” She dismounts from me and I see that my shaft is shiny with her sweet juices. I can’t help remembering how good they taste—how it felt to have her riding my face and my cock twitches, as though it wants to go for another round. Having her sweet pussy and ass pressed against my mouth, smelling her sweet feminine scent, and feeling her thick thighs on either side of my head as she moaned and ground herself against me was the fulfillment of a life-long fantasy…one I want to experience again soon.

Sylvanna comes back soon holding a wet rag. She uses it to clean me up, wiping away my spilled seed though I’m sure she could do it by magic. But she seems to like handling my body and I can’t complain—I fucking love her soft little hands on me.

She finishes by locking the cockring around the base of my cock again where it stays by magic, even though I’m only half-hard. Then, at last, she makes a motion to her Shadows and they dissipate, releasing me.

I reach for her at once. I can’t explain why I need to hold her so badly right now, but I do. Maybe it has something to do with being made so vulnerable—being held down as she made me come. But I need to be near her—need to feel her soft, curvy body pressed against my own.

Sylvanna seems to understand my need, for she twines her arms around me and pulls me close.

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