“As I said before, you have a way about you, my lord.” Goddess, if only I could come.
“I’ve never tasted fae hole before. Sweet like honey, if the rumors are to be believed?” Before I could respond, the plug was removed with a long, aching pull that made my abdominals tighten. The hollowness was soon replaced by…
“Goddess divine,” I shouted as his warm, wet tongue thrust into my hole with no preamble whatsoever. I’d never received such treatment before. Vasil’s tongue was as rapacious as the man himself, darting in and out of my channel like a weapon,owning me with every stroke. The noises he compelled from me were unseemly.
“My lord,” I begged without knowing what I wanted–more, certainly, more, but every trill of pleasure increased the torture to my cock by tenfold. Every single pinprick where his thorns dug into my flesh was a searing reminder of his dominance. Like a cramped hand that could not flex, my imprisoned cock only served to remind me of my own futility. My nipples throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and my hands tugged at the chains in an attempt to regain control. I was truly at Vasil’s mercy.
“Mercier,” I said in a desperate plea. He’d stretched me to the farthest reaches, a drum skin pulled taut and ready to burst.
“Yes, Cedrych?” the half-vampyre demon taunted, now licking my hole like it was a rare delicacy. I moaned pitifully for him to end the teasing, and he slowly rose up, only to plunge two fingers inside me. My body was his for the taking. I’d given myself over to him the moment I received his bite, even before by agreeing to this betrothal. I knew I’d be sacrificing something–control, ego, my pride–but I had no idea of all that I’d gain. Vasil’s digits pumped ruthlessly, stimulating my gland to the edge of pain, while my cock wept woefully in its cage.
“My lord, please,” I moaned, ashamed of my weakness and aroused by the sheer helplessness of my situation.
“That’s it. Beg for it, Your Highness. Let me hear all those pretty noises you make. Look at how they excite me.” He gestured with his free hand the massive tent in his underclothes. The main course.
Pleasure flowed through me, my balls swollen and throbbing, my cock thwarted by his wicked cage. I decided on a different strategy. “You could be inside me right now, my lord,” I taunted, but he only smiled.
“Not yet, my sweet prince. I want you completely unraveled by your desires, knowing I’m the only one who can satisfy you.I’m going to revel in your submission a little longer.” His hand was on my cock, outside the metal of the cage, softly stroking, teasing me without mercy. “This is mine.”
I grunted in response, but it wasn’t enough for him.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“My cock is yours.”
“What else is mine?” he asked imperiously.
“My skin, my balls, my hole…”
“Your muscles, marrow, blood, and bones,” he added.
“Yes. All of it… is yours.”
“Mine to pleasure?”
“Goddess, I hope so.”
“Mine to punish?”
“Whatever you want, my lord.Anything.Only please,do something.”
My pleas sounded more like sobs as the lord discarded his underclothes to impress me yet again with the size of his cock. Long and thick and dripping with desire, the head of it so bulbous that his foreskin had peeled back and gathered behind the ridge. His prick was far too big for a beginner like myself, but I hardly cared anymore.
“Are you worried it won’t fit?” he asked with a perverse smile.
“No,” I lied.
“It’ll fit. You’ll take it, Cedrych. All of it. And you’ll love it.” His confidence was astonishing and yet, I believed him. He caressed his member lovingly, elegant fingers teasing the dome of his cockhead and dancing along the branching vein. His slit oozed with precum and dripped like honeycomb.
“Won’t you?” he said, but I’d lost the thread of the conversation.
“Won’t I, what?” I asked, blinking with confusion.
“Won’t you take it all and thank me for it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, hypnotized by his every word. “Thank you in advance for the gift of your bounty.”
“Receiving requires you to be relaxed, Cedrych. Are you?” He probed me with his fingers and I tightened up immediately. “Deep breaths,” he said, and my erratic breathing slowly settled, even more so when Vasil placed his other hand over my heart. “That’s better. Look at me. The cage stays on for now.”
