Page 52 of Shadowbound

“Yes, Mistress,” he growls softly. “I can be good for you.”

“And look…” I stroke the smaller phallus as well. “While I’m fucking you, you’ll be fucking me as well—in a way.”

“I’ll fuck you any way I can, Mistress,” he growls and I know I’ve touched a nerve. I still haven’t taken his virginity—that is, though I’ve teased him with my pussy many times, I’ve never let him slide his thick cock all the way inside me and spend his seed in my pussy. Nor do I intend to, anymore than I want to drink his blood.

Either of those activities would make our inevitable parting much too difficult and painful. So using the double-ended phallus together will probably be as close to fucking as the two of us will ever get.

But first Alaric needs to get me ready.

I still have on the elaborate Court dress I wore to dinner, but I can fix that. I say a few words and wave a hand over myself. At once, the dark purple lace melts into a different configuration. The bodice becomes a corset with demi cups which lift my full breasts and put my tight nipples on display. The skirt becomes shorter and parts in the middle, displaying my matching purple lace panties. And then the crotch of the panties parts as well, baring my pussy for my still-kneeling Paladin. I feel a rush of pleasure as I do my magic—I’m already anticipating his mouth on me.

“Come here, Alaric.” I beckon to him. “Lick me and get me ready to fuck you.”

He growls eagerly and comes to me on his knees, his face filled with unbridled lust. I can see the flames in his eyes again—as with any strong emotion, this is raising the Holy Fire within him.

He reaches me and loops one strong arm around my right thigh. Then he lifts my left thigh up and hooks it over his broad shoulder.

“Oh!” I gasp, glad that I have the steady iron of the whipping frame behind me for support. “Alaric, I?—”

But my sentence ends in a moan because he’s already rubbing his rough cheek against the curls on my mound, then turning his head to slide his tongue between my outer lips.

“Oh, my Paladin!” I sigh with pleasure as he tastes me, pressing his face against my core as he takes long, hungry licks of my pussy. His hot, wet tongue sliding over my sensitive clit never fails to make me wet.

I love how eagerly he eats me—how desperate he is for my juices. As he tastes me, he raises his eyes to mine, seeking to know that he’s pleasing me. Which he absolutely is.

“That’s good, my Paladin—that’s perfect,” I purr as I rub myself against him, riding his face the way I know he loves. In the past few weeks he’s perfected his technique—he knows exactly how I like to be licked, exactly how to make me come.

I run one hand though his hair as I grip the harness with the double-headed phallus in the other. I can’t wait to fuck him but for now, I can scarcely think of anything but how good it feels to have him tasting me.

“Fuck, Mistress!” he growls, his voice muffled as he licks and kisses me. “You taste…so fucking…good.”

Before I can answer, he sucks my clit into his mouth and begins teasing the right side of it—which is my favorite place to stroke when I’m touching myself, as he well knows. I’ve showed him before—he loves to watch me pleasure myself.

“Oh yes! There, Alaric—right there!” I moan and arch my back as my grip tightens in his hair. I’m grinding against his face now, gasping and panting as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, I’m there—my orgasm rolling through me as he teases my clit with his tongue.

“Oh…Goddess of Pleasure!” I cry, my hips bucking against him. “Yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I have no need to order such things, though. My Paladin has always been eager to give me pleasure…and to taste my juices. When I feel the spasms of pleasure lessen, he dips lower and begins to lick away any honey I might have spilled on my inner thighs. Then he gives my pussy a gentle and thorough tongue bath, making me neat and clean again.

“That’s good, my Paladin—very good,” I praise him. “But now it’s time for you to help me into the harness so I can fuck you.”

His eyes go dark as he looks up at me.

“Yes, Mistress—give it to me,” he growls.

I hand him the harness with the double-sided phallus and he helps me step into the leather loops. Then, slowly, he slides the shorter end into my pussy, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he watches me take it.

“Gods, Mistress—look at your sweet little pussy swallowing that thick cock.” His voice is harsh with lust. “Wish it was my cock filling you up.”

“You know why we can’t,” I say and stroke his hair as I shift my hips getting used to the thick rod inside me. “I wish we could, my Paladin.”

“I do too.” He sighs and helps me tighten the straps. “There—how does that feel?”

In fact, it feels amazing. The smooth amber phallus has a broad upper lip that rubs my sensitive clit, making me need to come all over again.

“It feels like I’m ready to fuck you,” I purr, stroking his cheek. “Get up—I need to get you cuffed to the whipping frame.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He rises to his full height, towering over me, and I realize we’re going to have to make some adjustments for me to reach him. Luckily, I see a step stool nearby—the Queen is also much shorter than some of the submissives she trains—or used to train—here.

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