Its presence is all I can think about as Tristan moves my arms. I’m vaguely aware of him lifting my hands above my head and tying them to the arm of the couch. My fingers flex automatically and wrap around the wooden armrest. Something to hold on to. What a good idea.
“I’m going to turn it on now,” whispers Tristan.
Wait.
What?
Vibrations explode in my ass. The heavy weight pressing against my sore sweet spot is humming and shaking. A scream tears through my throat. The sensation is so intense I’m not sure if I am cumming or not, but I think I am. Everything is clenching and drawing up and squeezing.
I scream some more. My skin tingles and burns. Something leaves my soul, and it is the strangest feeling. What the fuck is happening to me?
“Ah, that’s it. Nisny,” growls Tristan. “Give me all your magic.”
Holy fuck. That’s my magic? I really do have some? He wasn’t bullshitting me?
The plug continues to pulse. The intense feeling dances between pleasure and pain. My breath hisses. I don’t think I can take anymore. But now there is a tugging sensation. Tristan is pulling the plug out. I grind my teeth and then sigh in relief as it leaves me.
I’m breathing like I’ve just run up Everest. I think I’m about to pass out. I’ve never felt more exhausted in my life. All my muscles are trembling. Every nerve ending in my entire body feels rubbed raw. Even my skin feels overwhelmed.
Two fingers slide into me and I yelp weakly.
“You can give me one more, my Little Nisny.”
I can’t. I really can’t. I’m done for. Utterly spent.
His fingers brush over my prostate and I wince. It hurts. I can actually feel my prostate and it is swollen and oversensitive. Sore.
He pushes down on it, and I sob. My body tries to crawl away, but it is pointless. I’m tied down and he has me. He keeps pressing and pressing and despite the pain, I can feel my cock stiffening again. Responding to Tristan’s command. Getting ready to cum again.
I twist and writhe and wail, but he is relentless. Press, press, press. Each one feels like a taser. The shock jolting through me.
And then it hits something in my soul. Something even more hidden than my magic. A tightly guarded and well defended wall. First it cracks, then it splinters. Another blast of pain-pleasure and the wall shatters. It crumbles to dust. And everything it was holding back, escapes.
A swarm of pain, fear, rejection, loneliness and despair flows through me. Thick, dark, and heavy. As endless as the abyss.
My face is wet. I’m sobbing my heart out. I sound like a pathetic broken thing, but I cannot stop. I’m feeling everything that I have ever locked away and buried.
And the jolts of pleasure-pain are still hitting me rhythmically. Pushing me more and more towards an edge.An edge I’m scared of falling over because I have no idea what is on the other side. If it is more than this, I won’t survive. I’ll be destroyed. I’m not ready to meet my demons.
“Are you satisfied, Brother?” hisses Tristan and he sounds angry.
My mind swims in confusion. He is talking to Rhydian? Does that mean Rhydian is here, watching me?
Another jolt electrocutes me, and this one is the fuse that detonates my orgasm. I’m screaming. Properly screaming. As loud as I can. Full volume. Full throttle. Scorching my throat.
My balls are tightening, constricting, lifting. Desperately trying to squeeze out what is not there. I’m dry. Empty. Spent. Tristan has already taken it all. There is no more left to give.
It is the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop screaming. I’m burning alive and it is never going to end.
“Good Nisny. I knew you could do it. Well done.”
Why does he sound so proud? Why do I care?
I’ll have to puzzle it out another time, because right now, unconsciousness is finally rising up to take me away.
I surrender fully to its embrace, and then there is nothing.
Chapter thirteen
