Chapter 15
Aeldryc
I reached up with my magic. The iron sang to me the way it always did as I prepared to—
“Will the Queen be mad you’re using her chandelier as a sex swing for me?” Pip interrupted. “Or is it a sconce?”
I dropped my hand. “It is quite clearly not a sconce. Sconces hang on the wall. It’s a candelabra.”
“So she won’t mind?”
“This is an unused sitting room. The Queen has no reason to enter it. I informed her secretary it was reserved for specialized training.”
“Specialized training. Now that sounds sexy.”
“Let me focus, or there will be no specialized training for you at all.”
“Oh yes. Focus. I am very worried I will not be able to pay your vast gambling debts with my slutty body.”
“Pippin,” I growled. “For the last time, I do not have gambling debts. I merely recruited some volunteers to fuck you. Three, to be exact.”
“I know. It just adds a thrilling edge of danger to it, don’t you think? If I pretend I’m using my slutty body to protect you from villainous thugs.”
“Why would I want to do such a thing?”
Pip stuck his tongue out at me. “You are terrible at role play.”
“I don’t want to role play, I want to see you fucked until you pass out from the intensity of your orgasm.
I want to see you stuffed with cock, dripping with cum, and not able to come until you’re fighting and begging for a release I will not grant you until all of your lovers have been satisfied, and I’m buried deep in your messy hole. ”
“Oh.” Pip’s eyes were wide, and he reached down, adjusting the impossibly pink undergarment he called a jockstrap, palming the bulge of his hardening cock. “Okay that works for me. You’re quite good at this. Continue.”
I shook my head, reaching out again, feeling the magic as a low harmonic resonance surging from the well at my core and through my blood.
The candelabra shuddered. Pip gasped as the metal began to move, branching arms uncurling, straightening, reshaping themselves with the liquid ease of hot metal being worked by a master smith, but I was not heating it.
I was asking it to change, and it obeyed, because metal always obeyed me.
Two long, curved bands of iron descended from the ceiling as the lamp molded to my will, their surfaces shaped into gentle contours that would cradle without cutting.
It formed a chest band to hold his weight, arm straps that curved with the natural line of outstretched hands, and below, two bracing bars that would support his hips before spreading apart to force his legs wide.
Pip stepped closer, smiling as he ran his fingers over the iron frame I had made for him. “Is it—will it—”
“It will hold you. It will not hurt you. It has been formed by my magic, which means it is me.” I stepped close and lifted his chin with two fingers. His eyes were blown wide, more black than blue. “Do you understand?”
His eyes sparkled as he grinned up at me and kicked off the jockstrap, his cock springing up against his stomach, hard and ready. “I understand. You’re even kinkier than I thought.”
I ignored his cheeky comment as I lifted him into the frame, helping him position himself face down on the straps.
He weighed nothing. A hundred and forty pounds of trembling, eager human.
I settled him into the frame with the care I would give to a blade being placed in its sheath.
The chest straps held the bulk of his weight, gently bracing his upper torso and wide enough to support him from collarbones to ribs.
As he shifted against the metal, my magic read the contours of his body and adjusted.
His arms slid into straps that lined up with his shoulders, the iron curling gently around his wrists and forearms to hold him exactly where I wanted him.
He looked at me, cheeks pink, cock hard. “Don’t let me move,” he whispered. “I don’t want to escape while you torment me with other men’s cocks. Unless I use my safe word.”
I kissed his forehead as I adjusted the straps, positioning him exactly as I wanted him before using iron bands to bind him in place.
He whimpered, a string of pre-cum dripping from his dangling cock from being held like this.
His back arched in a smooth curve, and his asshole was presented and exposed, available for anyone in the room to use.
Pip tested the hold with a squirm and a twist. The iron flexed with him, allowing enough movement to be comfortable, not enough to escape. He made a sound that I felt in my cock.
“I’m in your magic,” he said, and his voice had gone thick and wondering. “I can feel you holding me everywhere.”
“Yes.” I ran a hand down his back, and through the iron, felt him settle.
It was more than vibration. I felt the frantic drum of his pulse against the metal straps, the bloom of heat in his skin.
Every sensation he had was transmitted directly to my magic, a staggering intimacy that bypassed sight and sound.
I squeezed Pip’s ass, letting a thumb trail against his exposed hole, smiling at the way he bucked against it, trying to force it inside himself. Pip gazed up at me with an expression of such luminous need that it scraped something raw inside me.
There was a knock at the door, and I slapped his ass. “Your playthings are here. I have asked them to wear hoods.”
“So they look villainous?”
“What is this obsession with fucking villains? I have asked them to wear hoods so that you might walk around the guard’s quarters not knowing who is looking at you because he wants to be inside you and who has already been there.”
“Right, that’s way better than the villain plan,” he said with a delighted little shiver.
The three guards entered, their faces concealed by dark hoods. I stepped forward and greeted them with a nod. “He has earned a reward. See that he receives it. Do not disappoint him.”
“Happy to oblige, sir,” the first man replied, eyeing my bulge. The other two stepped deeper into the room, circling Pip’s body, squeezing his ass and examining his hole, stroking his cock and balls and making him quiver as they praised his beauty and willingness.
“I’m going to prepare his hole. Don’t leave him wanting, he likes his mouth and hands filled, too, little addict.”
The leader reached him first (gods, the boy was eager), unlacing his trousers with hands that trembled only slightly. His cock was a respectable length, fae-proportioned, flushed dark with blood. I reached for him, stroking his hot length as I dragged the swollen head across Pip’s lips.
The guard reached between my legs and palmed me through my pants. “Watching him get fucked makes you hard, sir?”
I glanced at Pip. “Controlling him until he’s sobbing for another load of cum makes me hard.
Pip, be a good boy and show our friend how grateful you are for such a treat,” I said, and Pip kissed the head of the guard’s cock as I guided it into him, licking and sucking at what he could reach.
The guard moaned, bucking forward as I placed a hand on his ass, coaxing him to fuck Pip’s mouth.
The sight was so transfixing that I wondered why I had not thought to watch him suck cock before. His lips stretched so perfectly around the guard’s shaft, his eyes slipping closed as pleasure overtook him.
The other two were kissing, their hands still on Pip’s body as they freed their cocks. I saw Pip strain toward them, his fingers twitching. With a thought, I loosened the iron around his left wrist just enough for him to reach out and wrap his hand around their shafts.
I pulled the vial of oil from my pocket, coated my fingers, and parted his ass, finding his hole already twitching, eager to pull me in. He lifted his hips and moaned around the cock in his mouth.
“My good boy is still quite stretched from the rough treatment I gave him last night,” I murmured and slipped a finger easily inside him, then two.
When I added a third finger, curling them a little, Pip let out a low keen around the guard’s cock.
I worked him until he was loose and wet and trembling, his cock dripping onto the stone floor, the iron frame rocking gently with his movements as his eager body fucked my hand, while the guard made good use of his mouth.
When I withdrew, he released the guard to turn his head and glare back over his shoulder at me. “More.”
“He’s ready,” I told the guards.
The one in Pip’s mouth moved first, circling to position himself behind Pip, one hand on the iron bar at Pip’s hip, and looked at me.
He was asking permission, with his cock an inch from my human’s hole. I appreciated the way he still paused, still gave me that control.
I reached out, feeling the velvet heat of him as I dragged him against my boy’s needy hole, circling the opening until both men groaned, and I lined him up, guiding him into my boy.
He pushed in, and Pip cried out, and the sound went through me like a current finding ground.
It wasn’t pain. I knew Pip’s pain sounds; I had catalogued those too during the less gentle moments of our nights together. This was pleasure, the way Pip felt it when another man was buried deep inside him.
I squeezed his ass, spreading his cheeks and watching the man’s cock drive deep. Pip’s hole fluttered around him; the sight was an incitement.
Pip looked toward me, and I could feel him reaching for me through the iron I’d caged him in. “Oh fuck, oh god, oh—Aeldryc, baby—”
The first guard froze mid-thrust, eyes darting to me in alarm. I waved him on. Pip could say whatever he wanted. My name in his mouth while another man’s cock was inside him was not a violation. That was the point.
He was mine.
The first guard found his rhythm. I watched him take Pip with the increasing confidence of a man overcome by lust, his hips snapping forward, his hands gripping the iron bars for leverage.
Pip was vocal, his words a continuous stream of desperate, filthy encouragement that made the other two step closer, moving to either side of my boy.
Pip was still idly stroking their cocks, going from one to the other as best he could while being fucked senseless, and their hands began to roam his body, exploring him, encouraging him.
This wasn’t sharing. This was orchestration. Every shiver of his body was a note I felt through the iron, a symphony of pleasure conducted by my will. The control made my magic sing, and even as other men used him, through it all, he was still reaching for me.
“Aeldryc.” Pip’s voice had gone ragged, stripped of performance. “I need—I need you—please, I need to feel you. I don’t like not touching you.”
I was at his head in an instant, and the view was stunning from here; I could see the pale curves of his ass spread wide, the thick, slick shaft pistoning in and out of him, and two big cocks pressed together in his hand.
I unlaced the front of my trousers and freed my cock, already hard, already aching with reflected sensation from the iron that held him.
I stepped in front of Pip and cupped his face with one hand, tilting it up.
His eyes were glazed, tear-streaked, brilliant with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Open,” I said, and he opened his mouth wide.
I slid between his lips, and the sound he made around me was a moan of pure relief that vibrated through my entire body.
His eyes stayed locked on mine. He was being fucked from both ends like a little slut, holding a cock in each hand, and he was looking at me with a reverence that felt almost holy.
The first guard slammed in, and Pip jolted forward, taking me deeper. Pip’s eyes widened, that glazed over expression that he got when his orgasm neared.
I threaded my fingers into Pip’s hair and held him steady as my iron wound around his cock, edging him. He bucked, whimpering around me, eyes frantic.
“You do not come until I let you come.”
He made the poutiest expression a man with a mouth full of cock could make. But he didn’t tap out, and he didn’t use his safe word, even when I pulled out of him for a moment to check in.