Chapter 16 #2
The iron was extraordinary. With every thrust that rocked my body, the frame absorbed the force and redistributed it, so I never jolted, never jarred, never felt anything but the smooth, cradled suspension of being held in Aeldryc’s magic while a massive cock rearranged my insides.
The chest plate shifted with my breathing.
The wrist straps gave when I pulled and shifted into my hands when I needed something to grip.
The thigh bars widened a fraction as my legs tried to spread further, as if the metal was listening to my body and giving it exactly what it asked for.
The metal was Aeldryc, and Aeldryc was paying attention. He focused seven centuries of discipline on reading every signal my body gave.
“I—I need to come,” I whimpered against his hand.
“You can wait,” he said, and there was something threaded into his voice that made me realize it wasn’t kink. It was important to him. “You must wait until we are joined. Unless the pain is too great.”
“Not pain, I—” My voice broke with a cry as the cock inside me hit somewhere deep and pleasurable. “I can wait.”
I found Aeldryc’s cock again. Took him back into my mouth with a desperation that had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with survival.
I needed him—the weight, the taste, the connection, the feeling of being tethered to the man who was orchestrating this while my body was used by someone else.
Without his cock in my mouth, I was pure sensation.
He was torturing me, but also giving me the most insane gift anyone had ever given me.
The guards were his instruments. Gorgeous, well-equipped instruments with excellent stamina and nice cocks, and I was grateful for their service, truly, but they weren’t the point.
The point was the man standing in front of me with his fingers in my hair and his magic wrapped around every inch of my skin.
The man who had looked at five soldiers wanting me and instead of snarling had thought: yes.
The man who had reshaped iron with his mind to build me a custom fuck-cradle because he wanted me to be comfortable while three strangers took turns inside me.
The third guard’s rhythm was faltering. His thrusts were harder now, less controlled, his breathing ragged. Each impact drove against Aeldryc’s hands, still holding me as two men’s cum ran down my thighs, and the orgasm trapped behind the iron band was a supernova building inside a cage.
Deep inside me, the third man’s cock pulsed, and his cock twitched with it and I cried out around Aeldryc because the fullness was impossible, the sensation was impossible, being this stuffed and this denied was impossible, and my entire body was shaking in the iron frame, every muscle clenched, every nerve raw, and the band around my cock held firm.
The third guard withdrew, and though I heard him stumble, I didn’t look to see what had happened. The door closed, and I knew we were finally alone.
I pulled off Aeldryc’s cock. It slid from my mouth with a wet, obscene sound, and I tilted my head up, and looked at him through tears, and I didn’t have any charm left.
No performance, no witty one-liners, no cheerful deflection.
I was stripped down to the trembling, desperate, overstimulated core of me, and all I had was the truth.
“Please,” I whispered. “Aeldryc, please. I can’t—Please. I need you inside me. I need it to be you. Please.”
His eyes were violet fire, his jaw tight. His cock was so hard it curved up against his stomach, flushed dark, and he had been hard this entire time without any relief, watching me get fucked by three men.
He raised one hand.
The iron moved.
It was like being turned inside a kaleidoscope.
The frame rotated me—smooth, effortless, the bands releasing and reconfiguring in the span of a breath.
The chest plate became a back plate, the wrist guides repositioned, and suddenly I was facing the ceiling, back arched, legs spread wide in iron stirrups that held my thighs apart and kept me open, and I was looking up at Aeldryc’s face as he stepped between my legs.
I was still suspended and still bound, but now I could see him.
He looked at me the way he always did—like I was a problem he couldn’t solve and didn’t want to. Like I was something precious.
He positioned himself at my entrance. I was so open, so used, so slick with cum that there was no resistance. He notched the head of his cock against me and I whimpered, my whole body clenching in anticipation, the iron frame rocking gently.
In one long thrust, he pushed into me. All the way.
And he was bigger than any of them, longer and thicker.
I felt him everywhere, not just in my ass, but in the iron holding me, in the collar at my throat, in the band around my cock.
His magic connected all of it. I was full of him in every possible way.
“There you are,” Aeldryc murmured, and his voice broke on the last word. “My boy.”
“Yours,” I whimpered. “So completely yours.”
He pulled back and thrust in again, deep and hard. On the second stroke, he leaned over me, one hand braced on the iron frame beside my head, and looked down at me with those glowing violet eyes, his voice rough and reverent.
“Your hole is so beautiful like this. Dripping with three men’s loads. And still so tight for me. Still gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll leave.”
“Don’t leave,” I gasped. “Don’t leave, don’t leave—oh god, you’d better not leave.”
“Never.”
His free hand found my cock. Oversensitive, straining, aching. I bucked so hard the iron frame groaned, my body arcing off the back plate, legs thrashing against the stirrups. I couldn’t move. He had me, his magic had me, controlled, completely at his mercy, and his hand started stroking.
He was slow and deliberate, each stroke from base to tip timed with his thrusts, so I was being filled and touched in perfect rhythm, and the orgasm behind the iron band was a tsunami pressing against a dam and the dam was cracking—I could feel the fissures forming as Aeldryc’s magic read my body.
He slammed in deep. Buried to the hilt and held.
And the band around my cock fell away.
I didn’t come. I detonated.
My back arched so hard the iron frame swung on its chain.
My vision went white, like someone had turned on a floodlight inside my skull.
Every muscle in my body fired at once, my ass clenching around Aeldryc’s cock so hard he groaned, and my cum shot up between us in thick, pulsing ropes, hitting my chest, my chin, spattering the iron bands.
I was screaming, or maybe sobbing, or maybe both, and it went on and on and on, rolling through me in waves that each peaked higher than the last because my body had been denied for so long that it had forgotten how to stop.
My inner walls milked him. Convulsing, clenching, pulling. I felt Aeldryc’s control snap—felt it through the iron, a vibration that made every piece of metal in the room hum. He grabbed my hips and thrust again and again, wild now, filthy words spilling from his lips.
And right when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore—too sensitive, too ravaged—he was coming inside me.
It was different from the others, it was different from anything, because his magic poured through with it, an electric vibration, filling me not just physically but everywhere the metal touched my skin—the bands, the collar, the frame—so that his orgasm became my orgasm became his, a feedback loop of pleasure that made my second wave hit before the first had finished.
He leaned down and kissed me.
The kiss was hard at first, a claiming. His teeth on my lower lip, his tongue pushing past mine, the kiss of a man who had watched three soldiers fuck the person he—the person who was his—and needed to put his mark back on territory that had never actually been surrendered.
Then soft, tender. His lips gentling against mine, his hand coming up to cup my face the way he always did, thumb stroking my cheekbone. Kissing me like I was something breakable that he would spend his life being careful with.
I was shaking. Full-body tremors that I couldn’t stop, aftershocks rolling through me, my muscles twitching, my breath hitching in little sobs that weren’t sad at all.
The iron moved again. Pieces fell away and clattered to the floor, others lowering me with infinite care.
The bands released one by one—wrists, then thighs, then chest—and Aeldryc caught my weight as the frame gave me up, gathering me against his chest, one arm under my knees and one behind my shoulders.
He sat down on the stone floor, settling me into his lap so I was straddling him, my legs folded on either side of his hips, my arms around his neck, my face pressed into the warm skin below his ear.
He slid back inside me, and I clung to him, still shaking.
I made a sound when I felt him start to withdraw—a whimper, small and involuntary and embarrassingly needy—and he stopped. His hand found the back of my head and cradled it.
“Stay?” I mumbled against his neck. “Don’t... don’t pull out yet. I want to feel you.”
He laughed. “Once again, you are the one with the power here. I would do anything you ask, sweet boy. But I’m not sure it’s physically possible for me to stay hard after that.
” He was right. He should have been softening, but I was being greedy.
That was how it worked—orgasm, done, soft, out.
The basic laws of the post-nut universe.
“What’s the point in having magic if you can’t stay hard when I still need to be stuffed full?” I grumped, nipping at his shoulder, licking that spot. I tightened my arms around his waist, pressed so close that there wasn’t an atom of air between us.
Aeldryc blew out a breath, pulled me down so he was buried deep, and groaned. I felt him swell, filling the space my body tried to give him, staying exactly as deep as he’d been when he came.
“I was completely joking,” I muttered.
He burst out laughing, a raw sound that was so unexpected, it should have startled both of us. “I channeled all the iron I could command into my cock so you didn’t have to be empty, and you tell me you’re joking?”
I kissed his neck, the hollow of his throat, and the edge of his jaw.
He turned his head and caught my lips again, and this kiss was slow and deep and thorough and so tender it made my chest hurt.
His hands stroked up and down my spine, soothing the tremors, warming the skin where the iron bands had been.
His cock pulsed inside me, a steady heartbeat, a reminder: still here, still full, still his.
I pulled back enough to look at him. His violet eyes were soft in a way I’d only seen a few times—post-orgasm, post-tenderness, when the Commander had retreated and it was Aeldryc.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hello,” he said.
I kissed the tip of his nose. He blinked, startled, and a faint flush crept across the bridge of it—seven hundred years old and blushing because I’d kissed his nose, while he was still inside me, in a room that smelled like sex and iron, on the floor, after a gang bang.
“That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I told him. “And I once found a one-hundred-dollar bill in a Denny’s parking lot, so the bar was high.”
His mouth twitched. “I have no idea what that means.”
“It was a joke. And a compliment.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. Our breath mingled. His cock shifted inside me and I clenched around him and we both made soft, punched-out sounds at the same time, and then we were kissing again, slow and lazy, his arms tight around me, my fingers in his hair.
I didn’t understand.
That was the thing turning over in my brain while his tongue traced my lower lip and his hands mapped the knobs of my spine.
I didn’t understand how a gang bang with three anonymous cocks, iron restraints, and a man watching could feel like this.
Could feel like the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
Could feel like being sealed to another person in some permanent, molecular way, bonded at a level that went deeper than skin.
Three men had been inside me. I couldn’t have picked them out of a lineup.
They were bodies, sensations, experiences I’d processed and already half-forgotten.
But Aeldryc was different. He was in every piece of iron that had touched me.
His magic had held me through every thrust, every stretch, every sob.
He had been more present while other men fucked me than most of my previous partners had ever been.
I’d had sex with three guards and made love to the man who was watching.
And now he was inside me, and he was staying inside me because I’d asked, and his magic was keeping him hard for me because I needed it, and his hands were so gentle on my back, and his kiss was so soft, and I was sitting in his lap on a stone floor in a trashed sitting room and I never wanted to move again.
How the fuck, I thought, could a gang bang make me feel this sealed to one man?
The answer, I suspected, was the same answer to every question I’d asked since landing in Qoksmere with my ass out and my heart wide open.
Aeldryc.
“Ricky?”
“That’s not my name.”
“Can we stay like this for a while?”
His arms tightened around me. His magic pulsed through the collar, a soft vibration, matching my heartbeat.
“As long as you want, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Ricky.”
“Maybe less time if you keep calling me Ricky.”
“You lie. You think it’s cute.” My voice was sleepy now. I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck and listened to his heartbeat through the iron at my throat and thought: this is what it feels like when someone stays.