Page 69 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Fuck yes.”
I smile and bite his ass cheek lightly again.
An explosion of thunder and a white-hot blaze of lightning from outside shock me for a moment. Deep in my head, there’s still a pounding dullness, but I’m holding it at bay for now. My skin is unusually hot, and my heart rate is high, and yet neither seems unmanageable or dangerous at the moment. Ashvelon is the ideal distraction.
Once again, my tongue bathes the tiny ridges around his hole and laps the delicate skin just inside his opening. He’s pitifully sensitive, whimpering in the most pathetic, helpless tones. His usually deep voice is about three octaves higher when he’s on the edge like this.
“I’m going to step away for a moment. Stay here and be still,” I command him, with a light smack to his rear. “Nowrithing or rubbing yourself against the floor. You may not come until I say so.”
He moans, but he remains motionless while I fetch the little tub of lubricant. It has magical properties: it warms on contact, and it helps to enhance pleasure as well as easing the passage of anything I might choose to insert into my lovers or myself.
Scooping a generous dollop onto my first two fingers, I swipe the gel over Ashvelon’s entrance, dipping a little way inside and smoothing the lubricant along the inner walls of his channel. He sucks in a shuddering breath at the invasion.
“If anything I’m doing doesn’t feel good for you or makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop.”
“Thelise.” His voice dips lower, a trace of annoyance in the tone. “You do not have to keep asking me. How can I convince you that anything you do to me is more than welcomed, it is fuckingcraved.Demanded. I ache for new pleasures, and you are the goddess who supplies them.”
“I just want to be careful with you. Some of this may hurt a little, just at first,” I warn him. “But the result will be exquisite.”
“I trust you. You know that. Do to me whatever you wish. I submit my body to you.”
“Fuck, sweetheart—you know just the right words to make me wet,” I say archly. “Very well then… try to relax.”
I stand up and buckle on the slender straps of the harness. They’re lined with the softest fur, and they hug my rear, my hips, and my waist perfectly. Once I remove its covering, the fake cock protrudes from between my legs. Behind it, just a little lower on the inside of the harness, is a smooth nub designed to stimulate my clit while I’m fucking Ashvelon. I loosen the device a little so I can apply a bit of lubricant there, too. When I tighten the straps again, the tingling heat of the lubricant against my clit makes me hum with pleasure.
“Pull your knees underneath you, pet, and lift that gorgeous ass,” I tell him.
He’s still a bit clumsy with his long, powerful limbs, but I help him achieve the right position. With one of the scarves, I bind his wrists together against his back.
When he’s in place, with the side of his face pressed to the floor and his ass in the air, I walk into his line of vision so he can see me wearing the false cock.
His eyes widen. “Is that…”
“Is it going inside you? Yes, precious.” I bend down, running my knuckles along his check. “But we’re going to start with this.” I hold up the jeweled plug.
Ashvelon licks his lips, a hot flush coloring his cheekbones.
“Let’s see how you feel about this plan.” I peer underneath him, between his legs. Clear liquid is drizzling from the tip of his cock onto the stone, and as I watch, his length twitches. “I think you like the idea.” I run my fingers lightly over his cock, and he sobs with delight at the contact.
I let him watch while I slick the jeweled plug with more lubricant, until it’s shining and ready. Then I circle around to his rear and insert it gently, slowly, pushing it into his hole. He grunts at the pressure, but he takes it easily.
“Shit, I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks with that sparkling stone shining there.” I kneel and kiss his inner thigh before circling his cock with my fingers and stroking downward.
Ashvelon releases a heavy groan. “I want to come. I have to come, it feels so good, I can’t hold back, I swear, I swear, please…”
“No.” I flick his cock. “Bad pet.”
As punishment, I don’t touch him for several minutes. I leave him there, with the plug in place and his cock weeping arousal. He groans desperately, hands bound against his back, utterly at my mercy. I know he could easily break free and fuck every hole I have, but like the born submissive he is, the thought of defying me never enters his mind.
After watching the storm for a while, I return to his side. “You didn’t come. Good boy. Are you ready for me now?”
“Please,” Ashvelon begs. “Please.”
Standing behind him, I smooth my palm along his side, to the hollow of his hip. He trembles. My fingers sweep over the arch of his rear, then wrap around the jeweled plug and pull it out.
His stretched hole springs back to its tight, puckered state, and he whines.
“Stay with me, handsome,” I tell him, bending to lick his entrance reassuringly.
