Chapter 16
Pip
The man inside me slammed in deep, forcing me forward on Aeldryc until the head of his cock bumped my throat. His thrusts were fast, more erratic, and I knew he was close.
“You want this load, little slut?” Aeldryc asked, and I nodded, never letting go of his cock. I needed to be touching him, and the feel of his iron surrounding me wasn’t enough.
With Aeldryc’s permission, the first man shoved in deep and stayed there, shuddering against me, pumping me full of his cum as he praised the tightness of my hole, the beauty of my body. Then he pulled out.
His cum, hot and slick, slid out of my hole and down the inside of my thigh, leaving behind a hollowness that made my body clench around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
The iron bands holding my chest shifted slightly, the metal reading the new angle of my breathing and adjusting so the pressure stayed even, stayed perfect.
It was like being held by hands that knew exactly how tight to squeeze.
Because they were Aeldryc’s hands. The iron wasn’t an impersonal tool. It was alive with his magic. Through every squirm, every shudder, and every arch of my spine, it moved with me, adapting, cradling, holding me in exactly the position he wanted without a single point of discomfort.
Wide bands of metal supported my chest like a custom-fitted corset.
Curved bands around my wrists and forearms let me flex my fingers and touch the two strangers’ cocks when they offered, but never slip free.
Bracing bars against my hips and inner thighs kept my legs spread wide.
Those held more firmly, executing his control, but even those were contoured to the shape of my legs.
There was no pinching, no sharp edges, every curve was specific to my body.
Even the loops around my ankles that held me spread were contoured to fit.
I was trapped in Aeldryc’s magic, molded into it, suspended in the center of a room full of soldiers, bent forward and spread open and dripping with another man’s cum—and I had never in my life felt so held.
The first guard stepped away, and Aeldryc pulled out of my mouth.
“Thank him for his cum.”
I blushed, turning to look at the man. “Thank you. That felt good.”
“You may leave,” Aeldryc said.
The second guard’s cock was already teasing at my hole, slick with oil.
He was broader than the first, a difference I felt as soon as he entered me.
He gripped my hips and waited a beat, like the other guard had, looking for Aeldryc’s permission as he held himself positioned at my entrance.
I gasped, and the iron shifted around my chest, easing my breathing.
“Please, may I have him? Need him, Aeldryc.” I squirmed to try and get closer to the cock poised at my hole.
Aeldryc grinned down at me, stroking my chin for a beat, making the man wait.
Making me wait. I could feel him shudder as he fought for control.
Aeldryc pushed my lips open with his thumb and shoved his cock back into my mouth.
“Fuck him.”
The guard pushed in. Slow and steady and relentless, and as he filled me in one long slide, I made a sound I didn’t recognize: low, broken, and grateful. The third guard moaned, his cock wet with pre-cum as it rutted against my palm.
But I wasn’t looking at him. I wasn’t thinking about him.
I was looking at Aeldryc. I reached with my mouth, and Aeldryc rewarded me by thrusting back in.
He stood in front of me, his cock in my mouth, heavy on my tongue, and I couldn’t find the focus to suck.
I was trying. Every time the guard behind me thrust forward, it jolted me on Aeldryc’s length, and I’d manage something that was half a suck and half a moan, and another thrust would slam through me and I’d lose the rhythm completely.
My jaw was open, my lips stretched around him, and I was just holding him. Taking him in my mouth because I needed him there. I needed the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him, and the way his fingers threaded through my hair to hold my head steady while someone else fucked me from behind.
It was the connection. That was what I needed. It wasn’t the blowjob, because I was giving the worst blowjob in the history of oral sex, all messy and unfocused and interrupted by whimpers every two seconds. It was a tether.
I needed Aeldryc in my mouth, his magic around my body, his iron humming against my skin. Without that, I would have been getting fucked by a stranger. With it, I was getting fucked by a stranger while the man I—
While the man I what?
The thought tried to form and I shoved it sideways, because there was a cock in my ass and another one in my mouth and this was not the time for emotional revelations.
Later. I’d deal with the what later. Right now, the second guard was finding his rhythm, and it was a good rhythm, and my body was opening for him, and Aeldryc’s thumb was stroking the hinge of my jaw, gentle, tender, while his hips stayed still and let me hold him.
“You’re doing so well,” Aeldryc said, and his voice was low and rough and it hit me in the center of my chest like a tuning fork. “Spread his cheeks.”
The guard whose cock had been in my hand moved, gripping my ass and spreading me wide so his buddy could drive in deep. The new stretch and position made me buck and writhe, my body fighting the iron band that was staving off my orgasm.
I could hear them kissing, enjoying each other as they fucked me together.
I whimpered around him. Tears were leaking from my eyes: not from pain or sadness, but from pure overflow.
There was too much happening, too much sensation, too many inputs.
The guard behind me was getting close—in the shortening of his thrusts, the tightening of his grip on my hips.
Aeldryc’s cock was hot and hard in my mouth, pulsing with his heartbeat.
And around the base of my cock, snug and implacable, was the band of iron that would not let me come.
That band. That fucking band.
It wasn’t painful, because Aeldryc wouldn’t hurt me.
It was just enough to hold off my orgasm.
Every time the pleasure built—wave after wave, each thrust pushing me higher.
It wasn’t painful, just the right amount of pressure to trap the orgasm inside me, gathering, dense and enormous and desperate.
I pulled back from his cock. “Please.”
He cupped my chin, slipping out of my mouth and checking in again. “Are you in pain? Are you using your safe word?”
I shook my head, writhing against the cock fucking me, each thrust making my own cock jolt.
“Then you will come when you have satisfied every man in this room and I am inside you. Not before.”
He shoved back into my mouth. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for a release that the iron ring would not allow.
I was going to die. I was going to actually die from not coming.
They were going to find my body suspended in a magic candelabra-based sex swing and write “death by edging” on the incident report.
The second guard was much luckier than me.
He asked Aeldryc if he was allowed to fill me, and Aeldryc gave him permission.
I was fucking jealous as he spilled hot inside me.
I let Aeldryc slip from my mouth as I fought my restraints, slamming back against the man inside me in the desperate hope that he could bring me what I needed.
I clenched around him as he tried to pull out.
“Almost there, sweet boy,” Aeldryc murmured, stroking my hair.
Two guards down, one to go, and then I’d finally get my Aeldryc.
The second guard stepped back. More cum slid down my thighs. I was a mess: I could feel the slickness and the heat of it, the way my hole was loose and used and gaped open.
I’d never felt this wrecked, this open, this thoroughly fucked, while still being denied the one thing my body was screaming for. The pleasure and the frustration had merged into something I didn’t have a word for. Something that lived in the space between agony and worship.
The third guard positioned himself behind me.
And he was big.
The broad head of his cock pressed against my used entrance, spreading me wider than the other two had, and my whole body went rigid in the iron frame. I begged as he waited for Aeldryc’s permission, like a wild, needy thing made only of lust.
And when he started to push in, my head snapped back. He was slow, thick, endless, and he kept going past the point where I expected him to stop. I kissed Aeldryc’s cock, but I could no longer suck it.
“Oh fuck,” I managed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, he’s—”
Aeldryc’s hand cupped the back of my neck, steadying and grounding me. His thumb stroked the edge of the collar. He placed the side of his palm against my mouth.
“Bite,” Aeldryc said. “If you need to.”
The third guard bottomed out and held, and I was so full I could feel him in my stomach, could feel the pressure of him against everything, and the iron frame adjusted, shifting the angle of my hips down by a fraction of a degree so the stretch went from overwhelming to devastating in the best possible way.
He started to move. I bit down on Aeldryc’s hand, whimpering. He didn’t flinch, stroked my hair and called me a good boy.
This man fucked in long, slow strokes that pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in.
Each one punched a sound out of me—not words, not moans, raw noise, the kind of sound you make when your body has been given more than it knows how to process and all it can do is vocalize.
I could hear him kissing the man who’d just come inside me, could feel the other man’s hands on my body, holding me, teasing my swollen cock.