To Tame An Angel: A Femdom Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER nineteen

TANNOR

I knew dimly that she caressed my balls and whispered my name. If I were to look up, I’m certain I’d see my traitorous cock weeping thick milky white.

But in my head all I can think about is that I underestimated my ability to handle cock. Her cock. She’s in me and it’s the most intimate act I’ve ever experienced. Like I’m attached to something which cannot be severed.

“What good boy you are, all fuckable and open for me.” A caress of her nimble fingers. “Hard for me, desperate for me.”

Her words have me rabid, torn between my wish to refute them and my desperation to bask in her praise, lap it up and memorize it in case she ever leaves me. So I can replay it over and over in my mind. The phallus didn’t feel particularly good, but there was a slow pleasure it created that left me floundering with conflicting feelings. But it wasn’t the phallus itself which intoxicated my senses, it was the entire act. This woman was fucking me into the bed. She shifted, sending a spark of pain, then she pushed forward, forward–forward FUCK! Until her skin was flushed against mine. Until the warmth of her cunt caressed my skin.

I was breathless and my tight hold on her fingers was the only thing keeping me sane. All I could feel was her–one hand clasping my hand and the other my cock, then the shaft in me, pushing my canal to the limit.

“You took it all, my angel.”

Sharp shards of pleasure drum from within. Pleasure has only ever come from my cock, so to feel it emanating from the inside out is something I couldn’t put into words. I was nearly delirious.

“Talk to me, Tannor. How does it feel?”

I licked my lips. “There’s pain, but it’s like a soreness. Like stretching, like a day-old bruise.”

Nalla brought my hand up to her lips as we stared at one another. She had me. She wouldn’t let anything happen that I don’t want. Hesitantly, I nod. She was delighted and my stomach erupted in cheers at her happiness. She pulled back a little and moved forward. I flinched, that wide stretching that burned, but it was a quick second before it pressed against that bud within.

I gasped, my eyes rolling closed.

I was nearly numb.

When I finally looked at her, she was concerned, her eyes soft as she tried to soothe me. One of her hands was still on my cock and the other caressing my leg, whispering my name softly and saying words of reassurance.

She shifted a little, and I grimaced. But then something happened as she rotated her hips. That nub within was activated, and I felt tendrils of pleasure mingling and dancing with the pain, eclipsing the discomfort. I moaned loudly and threw my head back.

“It’s too much,” she said.

“No,” I croaked out. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my body, trying to reassure it. “Just… let me adjust.”

She nodded as she kept yanking at my cock, which had deflated a little. She leaned forward and kissed my knee, nuzzling my skin.

“You’re so brave, so strong,” she whispered. “No mere mortal could handle this.”

I believe her lovely words. I believe I’m the strongest man alive. Surely, I must be.

“Move a little,” I said.

She hesitated, then pulled back slightly. I felt everything inside. The phallus dragged within me, tugging the skin inside my body. Then she reentered me and I choked when she once more presses against the nub.

“Again?” She asked.

All I can do is nod.

She did it again. My anal cavity slowly unlatched, easing open and relaxing against the invader.

Nalla thrust into me once more. Heat spurted into my cock and this time I moaned in pure pleasure. She smiled and did it once more, turning the angle. I still feel tinges of pain but it’s overshadowed by the out-of-body experience. The sensations have overwhelmed me, and I am in a cloud of delight. Her thrusting picked up a rhythm and before I could over-analyze, she was pounding into me. She was sweating, and I was incoherent, curling my legs up to allow her more access and chanting her name.

Her hands are back on my cock. Her mouth was open as she panted. Each time she thrust into me, she whimpered as it hit her cunt. Her eyes were glazed in desire and I’d seen nothing lovelier. The pleasure builds and she moaned, gyrating her hips, her teeth capturing her lip. It’s the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed in all my years.

When I see her come, she gives one last thrust and the sight of her in pleasure as she enters me, pushes me over the cliff and edge and I spurt up in giant vaults.

It’s like leaving this world and floating up, up, up, up, up into a sky where it’s only her and I and her phallus. I’m flying. For the first time since I was five years old, I’m in the air and nothing can stop me.

Blackness is all I felt. When I blinked all, I could see was her hair on top of my chest. She was still in me, but she was shifting and slowly pulled the phallus out of me.

I moaned when it slid out with a slick pop, and I felt myself open and empty. Like my hole might never go back to size. I curl into myself, feeling so vulnerable and alone. Unwarranted, I cried. I didn’t even know why. Perhaps I felt too open. Too exposed. I shivered on my side and all I could register was she was no longer in me.

Nalla covered me with a blanket, and I embarrassingly cried into the sheets. I felt so alone without her inside, like I was in a dark room. I sensed her lifting the sheets and spreading ointment on the gaping hole and the surrounding area.

She slipped into the bed naked and pulled me to her. I turned and held her like a lifeline. Like she might save me. I pressed my face into her breasts, and she clutched my head and chanted my name.

She kissed my hair, and I burrowed further into her. Before I fell asleep, I heard her whisper. “You’re mine.”

In my head I said, “I’m yours.”

I must’ve slept for hours and in my dreams, I felt alone. I’m searching the clouds for Nalla, but all I can hear are her screams coming from below. In my dream, I have wings and I cut through the sky, calling for her. She’s screaming and crying, and I lose my sanity trying to find her.

Then her hands wrapped around my neck, and she whispered my name.

When I woke with a jolt, she was gripping me, whispering my name and pushing back my hair. I search her to make sure she’s unharmed despite her reassuring me it was a dream. That none of it was real. Just the manifestation of my fears. That they’ll punish her on my behalf, that I won’t be able to get to her, not with all the strength in my arms.

Once I calmed, I slid my hand under the sheets and circled her fleshy thigh with a squeeze. She took a sharp breath, and she smiled at me. Without pausing, she leaned down and kissed me sweetly. A reward kiss. I moaned into her mouth and pushed her hair back, just to feel the threads between my fingers.

“Today we rest,” she said.

I blinked up at her, confused. “No play today?”

I’m a little… disappointed. I wanted to feel her naked body for the rest of the day. Maybe find heaven with my mouth between her legs.

“No.”

I watched as she pressed a kiss to my knuckles and opened my palms. They’re bloodied, and I realized I dug right into my skin when she entered me. She softly cleaned me with one of her ointments and I’d never felt such peace and tranquility. The detail she takes just to make sure I’m healed. My heart skipped when a hair fell over her forehead. When she applied the lotion, she blew on the cuts and nuzzled my hand.

When she looked up at me, my heart was filled with so much that I touched her chin. Nothing else in her world mattered at this moment but me, and I’d never been the center of anyone’s gravity. Like I was vital. I’ve never been fretted upon or tended to or simply cared for. When I was a boy, my mother never wished to hold me. I’d buried that rejection deep in my past.

But Nalla was the opposite. Her hands and her kisses sparked a desire in me to be held. To feel skin against skin and be nurtured.

“You’re lovely,” I whispered.

A pink flush filled her brown cheeks. Gods, she’s stunning.

“You can’t be giving me compliments or I’m going to think you care,” she murmured.

Care. Care? I’d fight the world for her if they dared harm her. She was the center of the universe. She moved to my other hand to cleanse it and watching her made me think back to the beginning. To that moment when I first saw her, like a goddess in a white dress, walking amongst morals. Little did I know then that I had watched my salvation.

“Why did you choose me?” I asked.

She paused and looked up at me. “Why did you wish me to choose you? You wouldn’t have looked at me if you didn’t.”

I was embarrassed by the truth because I didn’t wish to hurt her or showcase what a desperate, ignorant fool. She saw my hesitation and threaded her fingers with mine.

“I wished to run away. You looked small, and I thought…” my words drifted off.

Nalla instantly deflated, and I realized I hurt her. She quickly pressed a bandage into my hand and moved sharply.

“Nalla,” I said.

She looked up at me as she put away her little tool kit. “I understand. I suppose compared to my mother and sisters I don’t intimidate much.”

Pulling her to me, I ran my hands up her back and enjoyed the feel of our naked flesh pressed together. With our faces so close, I could see the sprinkling of freckles peppered on her nose. Her eyes were so wide and brown that I wished to settle my house right in their depths.

“I thought belonging to a woman would be much like being owned in the pit,” I said in a low voice. I’m almost hesitant to provide her with so much. The nakedness is more than skin-deep.

I caressed her arms, loving how she was draped over my chest. This is warm and comfortable and intimate. Far more intimate than anything we’ve experienced, even in the heightened frenzy of passion.

“In the pit, no matter how hurt you are, there’s nothing like this,” I whispered.

She watched me, as if she was afraid to say anything. I played with her hair and studied the texture of her curls.

“Like you actually care for me,” I said. “Even if it’s a game for you, a role you play. I like it. I enjoy believing it.”

“It’s not–”

But it was a role, and I shook my head. She would take other lovers, even if she didn’t wish it, and this thing between us would one day be nothing more than a memory.

“Nalla,” I said tiredly.

“It’s not!” She pushed herself off my chest, her tone raising. Hurt and pain are painted over her face. Like my words harmed her. I felt a sudden incredible guilt.

She looked away, pressing her hands against her cheeks. “They say mother loved my father deeply. He was her first, and they were faithful to one another until I was born. She doesn’t speak about him or what happened to him.”

Nalla uncapped another one of her ointments.

“My sisters claimed he would hold them when they were children, play with them, but I have no memory of it.” She sighed. “But if my mother allowed them to be held by her angel, then it means they were truly together.”

She looked at me shyly. It’s such a change from when she’s over me commanding me, that I become enamored with her layers. I loved both sides of her personality. Her lack of concern over being one thing over the other.

Nalla tapped my knee, and I bent it. “I need to put this on you. I cut you a little last night. No more ass play for a while so you can heal properly.”

I felt nothing–wait. Shit. My breath hitched as she moved my ball sack out of the way and my cock twitched.

“No play today, Tannor. Don’t get excited,” she said coyly.

I chuckled. When she said it that way, it didn’t help at all. I feel her seek my hole, which is admittedly tender. She softly lathered the soothing ointment. Our eyes met as she slowly inserted a finger back into me. Why did she do all of this? There’s a soft intimacy that lives in this moment. Something that only the two of us know and understand. Like mending after a cloth is ripped.

When she’s done, she pressed her lips against my knee. I couldn’t help myself as I reached for her hair and caress it.

“Play is play and we do what we do in play. But I wouldn’t hurt you outside of the play. I want… something deep.” She capped the ointment and put it back into box. “And real. Like this. Soft and sweet.”

Nalla offered me so much that I feel like I brought nothing. Like I’ve arrived in her home with empty arms. I shifted and beckoned her to me. Willingly, she slid into my embrace, caressing my stomach as I kissed her temple. I thought back to her father, to the man not so different from me. Who watched his woman birth his children and could only love them in closed rooms. My stomach soured.

“What happened to him? To your father?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I think… I think he sprouted his wings. I think they killed him,” she whispered.

My grip tightened on her. Yes. I fully understood this man from long ago. Better him than his girls.

“It’s why she’s so cruel to her other angels,” she admitted with great shame. “None of them are him.”

I swallowed as I stared at the ceiling. The pain in my back was continuous, my wings were desperate to release. There would be no hiding them, and their knock against my bones felt like the ticking of a clock.

“Aren’t you afraid that’ll happen to me?” I asked, close to confessing what I was experiencing.

“You don’t like me very much, Tannor. Wings only sprout for unconditional love,” she said and pushed back my hair.

The act was so normal, so mundane, that I found myself nuzzling her hand. “You make it very hard to dislike you. With your little kit and your sweet kisses.”

She smiled naughtily. “And my cane.”

“I hate the cane,” I lied. “But I like how you fret over my skin and how you kiss it and tend to me. I like that quite a lot.” The truth.

Her smile was so wide and tinging on innocence that I feel all warm and soft, like I was light without weight.

“I like it a lot, too.” Her fingers lingered on my hand, tracing the gauze on my palm. “I’ve not branded you. They’ll inspect you when this is over.”

I understood her words without her saying much. I would have to be paraded to prove that I was tamed. Prove that I was devoted to her, her loyal slave. And though the thought of worshiping at her feet while it was the two of us was incredibly arousing, to showcase it to others filled me with dread. She noticed my hesitation and her arms tightened around me.

“I won’t do it until you’re ready,” she blurted.

“Ready to have my skin burned? Can’t wait,” I said waspily.

But she slid her hand down my chest and onto my stomach. I quivered under her touch. Her eyes blinked innocently up at me. I felt myself leaning towards her.

“What if I… kiss it,” and she kissed my chest while meeting my eyes, “and make it better.”

My cock twitched as I tightened my grip on her arm. She slid her tongue over my nipple, and I held myself still as I watched her.

“You’ll have to spend the days after with your ass in the air. Imagine how I’d worship you.”

This fucking minx with her little words and her little tongue.

“I thought there would be no play today.”

“There won’t,” she said and smiled. “But we could engage in traditional coupling. If you like.”

I pulled back and stared down at her breasts, all pressed against me, ready to be devoured. I turned her so that we faced one another.

“If that’s the case,” I whispered while I perused the curves delicately encasing her bones.

Her mouth parted, and I saw the desire in her eyes.

“I’d like to eat you out,” I said.