And just like that, it was good pain again.
It took me another twenty minutes to sink my fist into her cunt. When it finally happened, it was as if she sucked my fist into her and then squeezed down on my wrist. I stood, dippedmy left hand into the oil, and slathered it on my dick. Warm. Spicy.
I stood and lined my cock up at her ass. Her pelvis tilted up because it had no choice, with my fist in her cunt.
Why is it a cunt when you’re fisting her, and a pussy when it’s empty?
Leave it to Gwen to ask questions now.
I don’t know. I don’t particularly care right now. Let me work.
My Arabella screamed when my cock slammed into her. No prep. Her pussy full.
And yes, I realized I thought of it as a pussy, and couldfeelGwen smirking below us.
I’d done this upstairs because the vampires couldn’t join us until dark, and I assumed we’d be finished long before then. This was about the wolf owning the swan. It was about the daywalkers without the vampires. The summer meant we had sixteen hours of sunlight and the Strigorii only had eight hours of night, which amounted to them awake around twelve hours per day, since they’re so strong. I preferred the winter, when we had more time for the four of us, but the summer months had brought Arabella and me closer. More time with just the two of us.
I bottomed out in her ass. Pulled all the way out. Watched her asshole close.
And then I went in balls deep and commenced to fucking her like a madman. Or, a mad werewolf. The wolf was present. I felt him. Not enough he couldchange, or enough he could send me on a rampage, but he was watching. He approved. He wanted to take the clamp off and lick her clit.
I didn’t want to stop fucking her, but I thought taking the clamp off was a marvelous idea. I ordered Arabella to do it.
She knew taking it off would hurt, but she hesitated for less than a second. A slave would be punished for that, but not a sex toy. Not to my way of thinking, anyway.
Her screams filled the room when it came off, and I went in and held while her pussy and asshole spasmed around my wrist and cock. She wasn’t allowed an orgasm without permission, and she didn’t come, but it was a close call. My fist. My fat cock. The cinnamon. It was all too much. The addition of being required to cause herself pain by removing the clamp nearly tossed her over the edge.
I’d made her go the full month of May without an orgasm. She’d been frantic by the time June arrived, and we’d spent a good part of the first day and evening giving her orgasms. Partway through, she was begging for a respite. She didn’t get it. Three of us working on her, we could rest in shifts, but we didn’t let her have a break for hours.
“Don’t even think of having an unsanctioned orgasm. Sex toys don’t get to decide when they come.” I fucked her a few more minutes before mentioning, “Did you know Kieran once kept a slave from orgasming for ten years? Edged him every day, or had him edged if he was too busy, but didn’t let him come. Milked him on Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday, without fail, just to make sure he stayed virile.”
She didn’t respond, which was fine. “You only have tochangefour times a year to stay out of physical pain. I think it might be fun to staple your beautiful cunt closed the day after youchange, and let you be anal-only for a quarter. Or, I suppose anal and oral only. We can staple your clit inside, too, so you can’t get to it. There’s supposed to be a way to put a shield over it before the lips are stapled closed, so you can’t hump something for pleasure.”
A sob erupted. “I’m yours, Sir. Yours! Whatever it takes so we both know it.”
I went in and held. The clamp had fallen off her belly, and I reached for another. And another. And another. With three on her belly, I lifted one and headed towards her nipple with it. These aren’t regular nipple clamps. No. These are industrial clamps designed for use on a construction site. Strong, with dozens of plastic teeth. Her screams made me want to pump her ass some more, but I didn’t. Not yet.
Another nipple clamp.
And then, slowly, I moved a clamp towards her clit.
“Hold your lips open for me.”
She did, and this time, I made sure to getallof the tip in the clamp. She’d skipped the tip, last time, and only clamped the top of the base. This one was big enough to fit over the entire length of her little clitty. It completely smashed it. You can’t do this on a human without risk of nerve damage.
She cried silently, but her scent told me it was as much good pain as bad. We were still doing fine.
I stepped back and let my cock come out of her ass. Slow. I sat back down and looked at the spot my hand disappeared inside her cunt. I dipped my free hand in the oil and put a single finger in beside my wrist. Then another.
And a third.
She shook her head, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“My body does, Sir, but not my mind. Please, do what you will.”
“Someday, I’ll get two fists inside you, but not today.” I stood, thinned my cock down a little, and slid it back inside her ass. I’d been practicing without telling her. Once I could hold my warrior form, re-shaping my dick size hadn’t been terribly difficult.
I slid all the way in and hit bottom. I pulsed it wider.
