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)
To my relief, the Holy Fire doesn’t shoot out of me and consume everything in a two-meter radius like usual. In fact, my skin gets hot but I don’t see any evidence of it at all. The reservoir I’m picturing, however, looks full.
“Good…that’s so good, Alaric!”
I look down and see that Sylvanna has stopped sucking me and teasing me with her tongue. She’s looking up at me with approval that makes my heart clench—I pleased my Mistress! I fulfilled my orders. Gods, I want more of this feeling—the knowledge that I gave her what she asked for and she’s happy with me.
But the next minute I feel a wave of shame. I’m only here to get The Heart of the Eclipse—that’s the only reason I’m submitting to this treatment, I remind myself. I shouldn’t care about her approval. But at the moment, I’m almost too exhausted to care either way.
“Gods, Mistress…” I sag, panting in my bonds. “That was…incredible. But I’m still so fucking hard.”
“Your magical reservoir is full, though,” she tells me. “Your secret chamber is filled with your Holy Fire. Now, if you wished to, you could go out and spend it without having to use either pleasure or pain to build it and goad it into action.”
I see what she’s saying.
“It’s like having a crossbolt already on the bow,” I say, thoughtfully.
“Exactly—it’s good when you’re a magic user to be prepared. There are others who won’t wait for you to bring your magic into play—it needs to be ready to go,” she tells me. “Now, let’s do it again.”
“Again?” I look at her in disbelief. Can I stand to keep on doing this?
But Sylvanna’s eyes are stern as she nods.
“We’re going to increase the capacity of your secret chamber, so you can store even more. But this time, I think we need a little extra stimulation.” And she snaps her fingers and whispers a spell.
“Extra stim—? Fuck!” I groan, for the “tail” she inserted into me earlier is now humming and vibrating, rubbing and teasing that secret spot inside me. It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it!
“Good.” Sylvanna’s lush mouth curves into a wicked smile. “Now, again.”
I don’t know how long she teases me…how many times she brings me to the brink and then the damn cockring stops me from coming though my Celestial Fire keeps pouring into the secret chamber of my heart. But it happens over and over and over until I have to beg for mercy.
“Please, Mistress!” I groan. “No more! I can’t fucking stand it!”
At last she stops. With a snap of her fingers, the “tail” inside me stops buzzing and teasing that special internal spot. I sag once more in my bonds, nearly fucking delirious with the need to come.
I want her so badly—want to fuck her, to skewer her soft little body on my cock and thrust deep in her tight, wet pussy. I want to spill my seed inside her, the way the Holy Fire has spilled again and again into the reservoir she taught me to build in my heart.
“Be calm, my Paladin.” She touches my forehead as she did the night before when the dream of the mad priest tormented me. At once I feel a cooling wave wash over me and my eyes clear. I still want her but the fuck-lust that raged inside me moments ago has been tamped down considerably.
“Why…why did you do that?” I ask her as she stands on the step stool to untie my hands.
“You’re much bigger and stronger than me, Alaric.” She gives me a serious look. “I have my Shadows to protect me, but you also have magic stored in you now. I can’t be too careful with another magic wielder around—especially one as powerful as you are.”
“I’m not a magic wielder—I’m a Holy Warrior,” I say, but my voice lacks conviction.
“Come, you’re all worn out,” is her reply. “Let’s get something to eat and relax for a while. Then later, I’ll let you bathe me.”
My cock, which has been aching and leaking for what feels like hours, surges again. Gods, I want to put my hands on her! I want to cup those full breasts and roll her tight nipples between my fingers. I want to slide into her pussy and tease her sweet little clit…
“When can I bathe you?” I ask, my voice husky with need.
She gives me an amused glance.
“In good time.”
And with that, I have to be content. Because my Mistress still holds the cards—she has the key to the collar and the cockring and the Shadow Magic to hold me in check. I’ve never felt so fucking vulnerable…or so fucking hard and hot in my life.
I know she’s told me that I have a reservoir of magic now, but I’m not quite sure how to use it. It feels dangerous inside me—like having a cocked crossbow in my hands but not knowing which part of it is the trigger that might set it off.