“I hate it,” I said with sudden venom.
“Do you hate it enough tohaltme?” he asked carefully.
“No, but I swear, if you don’t let me come–”
“Making threats now, brat?” he asked haughtily and tweaked one clamped nipple.
I grunted with impatience but didn’t apologize. As if to goad me further, he said, “Good boys earn their release. Are you going to be good for me, Cedrych?”
Something about that phrase,good boy, turned me into putty in his hands. “Yes, sir. I’ll be so good for you,” I assured him though to be fair, I’d agree to just about anything to have him inside me.
“Your obedience now doesn’t cancel out your earlier misbehavior. You will be punished tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
Vasil dragged me down by my hips, pulling my body taut, then hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and positioned himself carefully. “Remember to breathe,” he said and then his conquest began.
When my second set of wings first came in, they were way too tight in their protective sheathing. They ached for weeks and no tincture or salve could help ease the slow burn of their emergence. Like cutting teeth, the sensation of my lord filling me felt similar. He was slow to advance, but the sheer size of him was sobering. I ached and burned and felt every pulse of pain as my lord impaled me.
“Goddess,” I said, praying for her guidance.
“That’s it, precious boy, make room for your master. I can feel your resistance.” Vasil’s arms hooked underneath my shoulders, cradling me in a close embrace. “Such a tight fit, you are a rebellious spirit through and through.”
“Please don’t stop,” I murmured, half-delirious from his slow, precise penetration.
“I won’t stop until your channel is coated with my seed. I plan to watch it drip out of you, see it streaked across your ass cheeks as you walk across the room, and smell it on your skin.”
“Will the others know?” I asked because my body was willing but my pride was stubborn.
“Yes,” he murmured and kissed my temple. “They’ll all know I fucked you, but only you will know how good it felt.”
“Will they think less of me for it?” I asked, old fears resurfacing despite my best effort.
“Everyone loyal to me wants me to have heirs. The fact that you could possibly provide them will only raise your esteem in their eyes.”
“So, I’m just a breeder then,” I asked, insulted at the hypothetical insinuation.
“No, you’re a stud. My stallion to take out of the stable and fuck as I please.” He pressed his lips against my betrothal bite, sending a fresh wave of arousal cascading through me. It both excited and calmed me at the same time. I imagined myself in a more permanent state, being bound and caged by the lord until he felt like having me again.
“I’m almost there now,” Vasil said. “A few more deep breaths and then the good part begins. Can you take it, my tough, manly prince?”
“Keep talking,” I said because it helped distract me from the pain. I’d swear he was drawing this out for his own pleasure.
“Think of a beautiful beach along the Shimmering Sea, lying in the warm sand with your naked body being caressed by the sun’s rays. The ocean waves tickling your feet as you slip into a dreamstate. That’s it, Cedrych, make yourself supple for me.”
“But you’re averse to sunlight,” I said wondering where Vasil fit in this sensual landscape.
“I have an umbrella, sweet prince, as all half-vampyre do when visiting the southern reaches. And I have an ice cube too, and I’m running it along your beautiful chest, tempting your nipples to harden.”
With Vasil now included in the fantasy, I melted underneath him, my wrists going slack in his manacles, my skin slippery with sweat. My hole, having surrendered to his relentless plunder, was now sucking him inside instead of trying to force him out. I gave a small cry of triumph as he bottomed out and held me there, open and aching.
“There,” he whispered. “The siege is over. How’s that?”
“It’s…” Annihilating, all-encompassing, mind-erasing. “It’s good.”
“Let’s see if we can make it great. Now, for your reward,” Vasil said and he finally spelled away the cage. My cock was slow to respond, conditioned by the thorn pricks of the cage, but with a few slow thrusts by Vasil, my cock swelled impressively, so sensitive that even the softest brush of skin felt like the burn of a brand.
“Poor thing,” Vasil said with mock sympathy and took hold of my shaft at the root, squeezing gently. His hand, already slick with oil, was a soothing balm, but I didn’t trust it to last.
