Chapter 29 #3
Two more ribbons of silk came out of my bag, and I used Silkmancer to whip her breasts from both sides.
I didn’t swing them as hard as I could. The snap of fabric against skin was faint.
Her breasts were sensitive enough already, and really, the light whipping was more meant to strain the suction on her nipples.
Even the smallest whip sent her tits swaying, a motion that traveled all the way to the end of the dangling glasses.
The silk around her ankles separated to spread her legs.
As I walked around behind her, she shouted, “Thank you! I-Ah! I said, ‘Thank you.’ Please, please. I said it.”
“I decide the punishment. Not you. Your lips are beautiful, by the way.”
I paused to admire the paradise between her legs. I gave her mound a soft pat. She jerked away, but the restraints kept her from getting very far.
“You’re nothing but a slut, my dirty fuck toy,” I said. “You exist for my pleasure and my pleasure only.”
“Damn you.”
The silk whipping her breasts picked up speed and intensity. “What was that?”
The seraphim grit her teeth.
“I think that mouth has done enough talking.”
Silkmancer held her in the same position but lowered her so that her head was level with my crotch. I dropped my pants, and she recoiled away from my cock, disgusted by the flesh in her face.
The whipping quickened. With one still smacking her breasts, the other rotated around her body, abusing her back as it drifted toward her ass.
“It will be between your legs soon,” I warned. “You know how to stop it.”
She shook her head.
I shrugged.
The first strike of her lips drove her to desperation.
By the second strike, she had her mouth open, chasing the tip of my dick like a fish after bait.
As soon as her lips closed around it, I pushed my sword deep.
Her throat resisted. She coughed and gagged and gasped when I withdrew, spit running out of her mouth.
I wiped it over her face and into her hair.
“You look better like that,” I said. “Would you like to earn a reward now, or do you want the punishment to continue?”
“...reward, please.”
“Suck me. If it doesn’t feel like you mean it, you get punished.”
The head she gave was frantic. Still suspended by silks, she whipped her head up and down, moaning and groaning as she slobbered and sucked.
This would be even more fun with my harem here, I thought. They loved this kind of show.
“Good girl,” I said, removing my cock.
I flicked one of the suction cups.
“Gods! Fuck!”
“Oh, celestials curse? That’s new to me.” I tapped the glasses, setting them to pulse.
Reaching between her legs, my finger slid into her with no resistance. Despite her protests, she seemed to be enjoying this.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” I asked as I put that same finger into her mouth. “Suck on it.”
She obeyed.
“You’re getting the hang of this,” I praised, taking the finger out to go back between her legs and rub her own spit on her clit.
She purred, and her eyes fluttered. “You’ve felt pain, and you’ve felt pleasure.
Have you ever had so much pleasure that it hurt, or have you ever hurt so much that it felt good? ”
She didn’t reply.
I smiled. “I’m going to bring you to climax but never actually let you finish.”
My finger circled her clit a little bit faster. She pulled against the silks and grunted and went limp again.
“Why…” she gasped.
“Were you about to cum?”
“Uh huh.”
“Already? Wow, but you didn’t, did you?” Abyssal Permission saw to that.
She shook her head.
I tapped her clit, sending the seraphim into panicked thrashes. “It’s still as sensitive as if you had, though, huh?”
She nodded.
I lifted her up and flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Gods… Oh Gods… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.”
I paused. “Really? That was like 30 seconds.” Laughing, I added, “You’re not just going to break, you’re going to shatter.”
A few minutes later, using only my tongue and my fingers, Abyssal Permission had stopped and stored 10 of the seraphim’s climaxes.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked her.
“Please… Please… I’ll do anything.”
“Do you surrender to me?”
“Yes. Please, let me finish.”
“Completely?”
“Everything!” she pleaded. “I’m your slut! I’m your fucktoy! I need your cum. Please… please…”
I positioned myself behind her. She flinched when my tip grazed her lips.
“Fuck me, please. Give me that dick! Please!”
She shivered as I slid inside. I debated unleashing more of my cocks, but finishing her like a human felt more appropriate. With hands gripping her hips, I pulled her into me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum again.”
“Mmhmm.”
I increased the tempo. Now her ass and thighs clapped with every penetration. Her breasts swung back and forth, the weight of the suction glasses pulling down on her nipples.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped.
“What do you say?”
“Please let your little slut cum. Please, Master. I’m your slut. I’m your slut. I’m your slut.”
Her desperate shouts sounded like a chorus of voices coming together to sing my praises, like an entire heavenly host could feel my shaft stretching and pounding each and every one of them.
I released Abyssal Permission as I finished. As the pleasure surged through her, I yanked a feather from one of her wings, the point dripping with golden blood.
Then the room filled with white light, and I was back in Sanctuary South with a seraphim feather in my hand and seraphim juice dripping from my dick.