Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Mmm, Mistress—you’re making me enjoy being punished,” Alaric rumbles. “But these little ties you’re using are pretty damn useless—I could snap them in a heartbeat.”
“Try it then,” I challenge him, smiling.
He tugs on the leather ties, lightly at first and then with all his strength. At last he stops, panting for breath.
“What…the fuck?” he growls, frowning.
“Don’t feel bad. The fastenings are magically reinforced—a great white bear of the North couldn’t break them,” I tell him. “Now just relax and listen to me.”
Alaric turns a wary gaze on me as though he’s not sure what’s coming next. I dare say, it surprises him.
16
Alaric
“Imagine your heart,” Sylvanna says, which surprises me.
“My what?” I ask.
“Your heart,” she repeats patiently. “It has four chambers. Now imagine that there’s a fifth chamber—a secret one that no one but you knows about,” she says. “This secret chamber is your reservoir. It’s where you’re going to keep the overflow of your magic. When it gets to be too much and you feel the ‘Holy Fire’ flooding you, I want you to picture it pouring into that chamber.”
“How is this going to help me?” I ask. “How—fuck!”
Because she’s reached into my trousers and taken my shaft in her hand. She’s caressing it with long, firm strokes that make me feel weak in the fucking knees!
“Mistress!” I groan and I feel the Holy Fire rising.
“Good, now let it rise in you, then send it to your reservoir,” she says, still stroking me.
I struggle to do as she says. The pleasure of her touch is so much more than I ever hoped for—I just want more and more of it. And she seems willing to keep stroking me as long as I do as she says.
With difficulty, I bring the picture of a secret chamber in my chest to my mind’s eye. Then I picture the Holy Fire rising in me like liquid flames. I see it pouring out of me and into the chamber, filling it slowly but surely.
“Good, that’s good my Paladin!” The Jewel of Knowing flashes and winks at me from her temple. I know she can see what I’m picturing and she approves. I must be doing it right.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I picture the golden streams of magical fire flowing through me. And since my eyes are closed, I miss what happens next. I don’t know anything about it until I feel something warm and wet enveloping the head of my cock.
“Gods!” I groan as my eyes fly open. I see that Sylvanna is kneeling on the step stool before me and her perfect lips are ovaled around the crown of my shaft.
The sight alone is enough to make me come—how often have I fantasized about this? Almost as often as I dreamed of serving a woman with my tongue. I clench my hands into fists over my head and try not to buck and thrust the way I want to. I hold myself still, not wanting to gag or choke her. I can only imagine the punishment that would follow. The worst would probably be that she’d stop sucking me.
Sylvanna is looking up at me, meeting my eyes as she swirls her little pink tongue around the angry, throbbing head of my cock. Though I came last night, it feels like a thousand years since I had a release. I want her so badly I ache!
She pulls away for a moment and gives me a reproving look.
“No, Alaric—concentrate on the secret chamber. As the pleasure and the fire inside you build, let them spill over into your reservoir.”
She goes on teasing me like that for what feels like forever. I concentrate as well as I can, picturing the Holy Fire pouring into my heart chamber as she commanded me to. I begin to see the level rise in my mind’s eye and I wonder deliriously if I’m just imagining all this or if my magic really is going somewhere tangible.
Whatever the case, I sense that I’m getting close. The damn cockring won’t let me come, but I know the Holy Fire is going to erupt inside me, even if the cum can’t shoot from the tip of my cock.
I groan as I feel Sylvanna’s hot little mouth teasing me, licking and sucking the head as her soft hands stroke, urging me on, urging me to explode.
I’ve only felt this way in battle. This extreme build up of the Celestial Fire inside me is dangerous and somewhere deep inside, I seem to feel something else stirring, something that’s been slumbering all my life turning over in its sleep, getting close to waking.
Then it happens—my desire reaches its peak and though the cockring clamps off my cum, I can feel the Holy Fire rushing out of me. I don’t want it to hurt my Mistress, though! Desperately I try to picture it flowing into the reservoir but it’s fucking hard to concentrate when I’m so distracted with the pleasure and the throbbing ache of my shaft.