Page 89 of A Crown of Lies

“Be still. No thrusting,” Rowan warned gently, carefully guiding the rod in the rest of the way, until the Maiden’s feet were resting atop the slit in his cock.

He stared at it, still trying to decide on the odd sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t amazing either. Perhaps the most fun part of it was the blasphemy of it all. Rowan had said these were his favorite toys in the dungeon, which meant he put these rods in his cock and probably came all over visages of his own gods. That was hilarious, but Ieduin couldn’t laugh. He’d move too much.

It wasn’t until Rowan started stroking his cock with that rod inside of him he finally understood why anyone would want that. His eyes widened, and he breathed, “Fucking gods…”

“Well, not technically,” Rowan mused. “But it’s as close as we’ll ever get.”

Ieduin tried to laugh without moving but just wound up groaning and hitting the back of his head against the chair. “Oh, don’t make me laugh. Oh fuck… That’s…”

“We’re not even to the good part.”

“The good part? Wha—” His words broke off into a loud moan that carried through the room as Rowan started moving the rod in and out of him with one hand, continuing to stroke him with the other.

It was like being fucked from the inside out, like having Rowan back inside him, but the location was all wrong. He didn’t know how he was supposed to cum with that thing in him, but gods above if he didn’t want to.

Rowan fucked him with the small rod until he was panting and so hard his balls ached. Yet when he slid the rod out, he let out a disappointed moan.

“I want to try another. They’re all a little different, but…”

“Which is the biggest?” Rixxis cut in.

Fuck, he’d almost forgotten she was there. The sudden reminder sent a surge of heat through him.

Rowan pulled the Judge from the box and held it out to her. The rod was as wide as his thumb and shaped like a corkscrew. “It would take a true masochist to derive any pleasure from that one. Sadly, I doubt I’ll ever get the chance to use it. Ieduin’s certainly not ready for that. I think we’ll try my favorite today.”

He carefully lifted the Thief from the box. While the rod was significantly smaller than the Judge’s, it was still wider and textured with little pearls that alternated from side to side. He coated Ieduin and the new rod in more oil before carefully inserting it.

Even though the Thief wasn’t that much bigger, the little bumps made it feel like much more of a stretch. Each time one went in, he let out a cry that was neither pain nor pleasure. It was simply an expression of intense sensation. When Rowan started fucking him with it, though, it felt like he was coming apart at the seams in the best way. Every time he moved the rod up, it felt like he was cumming, and every time it went down, he got the sensation of being fucked. It was like riding a seesaw of different pleasures.

“Sir, please!” He panted desperately.

“You may cum, boy.” He sounded incredibly pleased. He let go of the rod and it slowly slid down into him of its own accord, heightening every other sensation.

Ieduin came with a shout, the force of it enough to move the rod, which sent the little bumps rubbing against him on the inside all over again and he could’ve sworn it made him cum again. Or maybe it was just one long, intense orgasm. Either way, it didn’t stop, even after Rowan carefully removed the rod, letting his release spill down over him. Another jolt of it went through him and more erupted, coating the expensive dress. Waves of pleasure crashed one into another, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Well worth the wait.

When it was over, Ieduin slumped in the chair, quaking with little aftershocks of pleasure in a way he hadn’t for a long time. Rowan leaned over him, kissing him gently and whispering words of praise that all seemed to blur into each other.

He didn’t remember being cleaned up, taking off the ruined dress, or moving to the bed, but someone must’ve done all that because that’s where Ieduin was when he came back to his senses. All three of them were in bed together, which might’ve been the biggest surprise of the night.

“Are you okay, Ieduin?” Rixxis asked. She was at his back, gently massaging his shoulders.

He sighed and leaned against her. “I am amazing.”

Rowan traced a finger over his bare stomach. “That you are.”

Ieduin was the only one in the bed without any clothes on, but he didn’t care. It was kind of nice, actually.

“You can put your piercing back in if you’d like,” Rowan said. “I think you’d better do it yourself.”

“In a minute.” Ieduin yawned. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you go back to your room?”

“I promised I’d stay here with you tonight.” Rowan kissed the top of his head. “Remember?”

Ieudin turned his head to look at Rixxis, murmuring, “And you don’t want to go either?”

She shook her head. “I go where you go.”

Ieduin let out a contented sigh and let his hand rest on his chest. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

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