Chapter 25 #5
“Ah, fuck! Yes. Oh fuck.”
How in the Loom was it fitting inside her? His advance was as gentle as it was unrelenting. Theron was done pausing now that she’d managed to take the widest part.
“The next time you think of being a brat, I want you to remember today, do you understand?”
The thrusts came faster and pushed deeper, until half the rod was lodged deep inside her.
“I do!”
“Because Aurora? I can always have bigger dildos made,” he threatened, each thrust harder than the last, plunging deeper than she thought possible.
Before she could catch her breath, it was fully inside her, stretching her impossibly wide.
“Do you know what the priestess said when I told her which sizes I wanted?”
“Oh goddess,” Aurora panted. This wasn’t possible. This was pure madness. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how full she was.
“That you must be quite the adventurous woman,” he chuckled. “Because Aurora? Even by the standards of a giant-born man, I’m considered quite large.”
And now something even bigger was filling her to the brim. That was it. She was going to kill him. Once she’d gotten her mind-shattering orgasm, Theron was going to die a bloody death.
“Theron,” she snarled.
“Was that defiance, Aurora?”
She froze. No. No. She wanted her orgasm. She wanted what he’d promised.
“Didn’t I just warn you that you’d only get an orgasm if you remained properly submissive?”
“Please. You p-promised,” she sobbed.
“Yes, and so did you.” He tut-tutted, shaking his head. “Not just a blasphemer, but an oath breaker too? Do you have no honour, my queen? Then you should not expect to be treated with any.”
He ground the rod inside her until she, impossibly, adjusted to the size of the dildo. Desperate and devastated, she let him use her like his own personal toy, surrendering completely, knowing she would need to take two more before she finally reached her climax.
“Luckily for you, I’m a man of my word. When you receive my greatest gift, I’ll give you what you want most. All you need to do is surrender yourself to me. I’ll take such good care of you, my love,” he crooned.
So she surrendered. No more fighting. No more defiance. No more worries. Theron would take care of it all. She let go of the reins of control, ceded them to him entirely.
“Do you remember what to say if it’s too much?” he asked.
“Mmm.”
“What is it?”
“Inkpot.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled the sixth rod from inside her and quickly prepared the next, positively soaking it in oil.
“Do you want to test your next sceptre, my love?”
“Please.”
“Such a gracious queen. I’m so proud of you, Aurora.”
He began much as he had before, teasing her with the sheer size of the thing, rubbing it against her entrance.
Oil slid down her leg and pooled by her foot.
She truly was a spectacle, as lewd as they came.
She protested not at all as he pressed the head to her entrance, nearly shocking her out of her submissive stupor with its girth.
But Theron would take care of her. She just needed to relax and let him.
So Aurora leaned back, relaxing against him as he supported more of her weight.
“That’s it, my perfect queen. I’ve got you,” he murmured in her ear, pressing the head further into her.
Despite its larger size, the seventh rod slipped inside her easier than the one before.
She yielded to the slow invasion, moaning with pleasure and digging her nails deeper into his arm, begging for more.
Once she’d taken the head, the rest was a matter of surviving Theron’s gentle thrusts until the whole of it was seated in her.
He was slower than before, lavishing her with praise with every plunge.
When it was as deep inside her as it could be, she drowned in his adoration.
Basking in his warmth, all her cares left her. As he whispered sweet words in her ears, her body relaxed more, allowing Theron to gently thrust the seventh rod inside her. Even that threatened to bring on her orgasm.
“Will you accept my greatest gift, Aurora?” he asked, softly removing the seventh rod from her. Its absence was unbearable.
“Please,” she whispered.
Her heart leapt at the sheer enormity of the rod in front of her. Oil rolled down it, splattering the floor. Aurora relaxed into Theron once more. She just needed to let him take care of her, that was all there was to it.
It was a testament to its size that even as relaxed as she was, the last rod proved nearly impossible to take. And yet with careful, patient thrusts, she took the head inside her, mewling and moaning the whole while.
“Th-Theron. Oh goddess. Oh!”
She was going to come with just the head inside her. There was no stopping it.
“Not yet, my sweet,” he purred, stilling his advance until the rising crescendo of pleasure ebbed and only a terrible ache remained.
Tears ran in rivulets down her cheeks in defeat. That was right, only Theron could decide when she got her release. She surrendered once more to the agonizing pleasure of his invasion, as much a toy as the rod now slowly filling her to the breaking point.
As it claimed her, a strange, floating feeling lifted her half out of her body.
Was this the purest form of bliss, to surrender oneself entirely to another?
To be kept on the brink of need until she was brought to plateaus she’d never imagined?
Every pause only sent her higher. Every word of praise was like a balm on her tortured soul.
Then, impossibly, she’d taken the whole of Theron’s greatest gift. She pressed her ear against his chest and all but sobbed in relief.
His breath was ragged and his heart galloping, but his voice was even when he praised her for being so good and allowing him to take care of her.
She felt as though she were floating, awash in pleasure and warmth.
She looked up at Theron, unable to stop a smile from tugging at her lips as his gaze met hers.
“So handsome,” she sighed, releasing his hair and petting his face, enjoying the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the bite of his beard. “How did Fate know exactly how to tempt me?”
His gaze raked over her, sending a wave of shivery delight across her skin. Euphoria fizzed through her veins. His brows furrowed.
“My love, how do you feel?”
“Amazing,” she giggled.
“It’s time for your reward, my queen,” he said, gently thrusting the rod with one hand while the other quested to her curls.
“Oh!” she groaned, undulating her hips as the first caress of his finger. “Yes, please, Theron!”
He built her orgasm up and up, taking her higher and higher until she believed she was floating amongst the very clouds.
Then it hit, dragging her under like a riptide.
She surrendered to the ecstasy, screaming until she’d run out of air.
Stuttering breaths preceded a needful pleading as Theron drew out her orgasm until she was certain her heart would burst. Her vision wavered until she really did see stars.
When she came back to herself, Theron was petting her through the aftershocks.
“S-stop, I can’t,” she shook her head.
He released her sopping wet curls and pressed his hand to her belly, anchoring her as he removed the rod and gently released her leg from atop his knee.
Shivers wracked her body. Theron picked her up in his arms and brought her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the sheets and sliding in next to her.
“Breathe, my love. You were perfect. Now, just breathe,” he said calmly, rubbing her back as she came down from the highest heights she’d ever reached.
And the day wasn’t even over yet.