“But I don’t want it yet. Be quiet and take what I give you.”
She pulls away and her fingers massage me slowly. She spits, misses, and it lands right over my tailbone. I snuff a laugh, and she spits again, finding her mark this time.
“I see it takes practice,” she says, pretending to be unaffected, even though I see her nipples, tight and horny. Her cock bobs with her every move, weeping with precum. She loves this.
She plays with me, penetrating me first with one finger, then with two. It’s bliss and torture, and I can’t wait to finally find relief even as I pray for this to never end. Finally, she slides her cock between my buttocks, up and down, not trying to push in yet.
“You fucking tease,” I whimper, horny and angry, and so very grateful.
“You had your fun making me come eleven times in a row,” she says with quiet menace. “I’ll have my fun not letting you come at all while I play. How does that sound?”
“Perfect and obscenely wrong, love. Do with me as you please. I’m yo… I’m happy to serve.”
“Yes, you are. A good dog, aren’t you, Weles? Eager to lap my blood off the floor. There you go.”
She lines herself up and thrusts, and I yelp when it goes in, hard and girthy, stretching me painfully. She gasps and cries out, stilling completely, and we both pant.
“Damn,” she mutters, her voice on the verge of breaking. “This feels too good. How do I… Oh, damn.”
“How do you make it last?” I ask, moaning and laughing at once. “Think about something disgusting, though I’m not sure it will work. Few things revolt you.”
“Mmm. I’ll think about you kissing Mokosz. Oh. Now, that works.”
She thrusts hard, and it’s jarring and filled with spite. I howl from pain as reverberations shoot up my spine, and she pulls back, slow and careful, and does it again. My mind darkens, and I’m in my hole again, and it’s Mokosz, not Jaga, punishing me with her cock.
“I’m sorry! I hated kissing her, I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Fuck, please, slow down.”
She grips my hips and pants hard, buried deep inside me, but she’s still, heeding my words. I pulse around her while she throbs within me, and it’s utter perfection. How could I promise I’ll let her go? Mad Weles.
“Did that hurt?” she asks gently.
“It fucking did.”
“I thought you loved pain.”
“It reminded me of a bad memory, that’s all. I am damaged, love. Please, be careful with me. But don’t stop.”
She sighs and caresses my sides and back until I relax. A melody pours in through our bond, a wordless lullaby. I shiver all over, hurting yet soothed, so very pathetic, so in love. Jaga whispers a spell under her breath, and my insides slicken and warm. She rocks within me with easy, even motions, and the edge of pain is gone. It’s all bliss.
“Good?” she asks softly.
“Good.”
“What will happen if you come? I can just keep fucking you, don’t I?”
“Yes, though it will be unpleasant for me.”
“Then you’d better not come.”
She grabs the pendant with my blood, murmuring under her breath, and my entire body seizes with a powerful surge of pleasure. I exclaim from the rush as a magical force strokes my cock to the rhythm of her thrusts, easy and gliding, sweetlyunhurried. Magic flows between us, thick and anchored in my blood, and finally, just once, she uses it for good.
I relax more and more, warming and flexing around her, then maneuver my hips until I find the best angle. She nudges my prostate with every thrust, and I curse and hiss under my breath, struggling not to come.
“You really like this,” she says with satisfaction. “Such a perfect man. A god who likes to crawl.”
“I am,” I say eagerly, swallowing large gulps of air as I struggle with my looming orgasm. “I am the perfect man for you. I will be. So please.”
“And you beg so nicely. Let’s give you a reward.”
