Turns out there is not one.
“Can you help me lace up the back?” Hazel asks, turning further away from me.
The strings dangle from the corset at her rear. They are criss-crossed over her creamy skin.
“What do you need me to do?”
She puts her hands around behind her and pulls at where the two strings cross. “Pull these tight.” She looks at me with a smile playing over her lips. “After all, I don’t want to be showing myself off toother males. Start at the top,” she orders as I take hold of the strings.
If I thought there was nothing else she could say or do to make my todger harder, I was entirely wrong. The thing nearly thrusts its way out of my trousers.
I take hold of the first cross and pull at it. It brings the sides closer together.
“I do not mind what you wear, my lady. But I do mind others looking at you,” I respond. “It makes me want to kill things. It is my instinct.”
“What if I’m getting directions, or if it’s one of my warlock workers?” she asks. “Are you going to kill everything which looks at me?”
Deep down, I know I would.
“Unlikely,” I growl. “But I reserve the right to.”
Having closed up the corset, a small contrasting colour panel now the only thing visible, I tie the ends in a neat bow.
“All done?” Hazel asks.
“All done,” I rasp as she turns to face me.
Her lips form a perfect “o” as her eyes alight on my trousers, tented as they are with my todger.
“My lady,” I say, as the pain in the appendage increases. “I do not wish to spill in my trousers, but the more you look at it, the more I want to.”
Yet another smile creeps over her face.
“Is this what I do to you?” she asks, moving closer.
“You have been causing problems with my todger since we first met, my lady,” I growl. “But now it has had a taste of your sweet cunt, I think it may be worse.”
“So what do you want to do with it?” she asks, trailing her hand down my chest.
It takes everything I have not to turn into my Brag form and mount her immediately.
“I want to sheathe it in you. I want to make it explode within you, not spill all my seed on the floor like I used to.”
“Did you shed your seed thinking of me?”
I don’t know whether I dare tell her what I did when I collected my Duegar from the Shadow Keep.
“I did.”
“Did you take yourself in hand?”
“I did.”
“Was it good?”
“Not as good as the real thing,” I growl, backing her up against the rough stone wall and pulling at her skirts. “Not as good as being in you. My fist will never compare to your slick cunt.”
Underneath, she wears nothing, the towels were covering her bare body. I put her into the position and slide my fingers between her thighs.
