Apprentice Qamari #2
IN SPITE OF HIS DIM view on divination, Arlon is truly beautiful in the silver.
His muscled body strains against its immovable hold, his chest heaving as I give him a moment to breathe.
Between the pillars, I’ve posed him like a statue from antiquity, suspended just off the ground.
A warrior defeated, kneeling with his wrists crossed over his head as if bound by invisible ropes, face upturned.
Having him fully naked is a rare gift, and I treat it as such as I trail a hand reverently over his hip.
We’ve been at it for about an hour, yet in spite of my best efforts, he hasn’t made a sound yet.
His cock rises up between his kneeling legs, hard and leaking, yet as I wrap my oil-slicked hand around it again, his breath hitches.
I’ve been kinder with him than I usually am with Dom or Margeurite.
I move slow, my hand stroking firmly up and down his length.
We agreed to a check-in every half hour, but I don’t want to tip him over into panic by doing too much too quickly.
We also agreed that I would only use my hands, but with them, I’ve succeeded in turning his cock an angry red as I cup his heavy testicles.
As I work, Arlon’s breathing starts to speed up, body tense as the silver shines with color.
It’s only a brief flash of reds and blues, nowhere near enough, but as I let Arlon’s cock slip out of my hand, a deep groan rumbles out of him.
He slumps in the silver, but the sound of his disappointment sends a wave of heat through me.
As much control as I hold over Arlon in the silver, I can’t ignore the control he still has over me.
Before I put him in, he’d unlocked my cage only to slip a string of focuses into my hole.
Between that and the thick toy still filling my cunt, Arlon’s got me teetering on the edge of conspace even while casting.
I grab a pillow before I kneel in front of him, and the silver allows me to ease his thighs further apart with a touch.
I can’t help a moan as I get settled, the toys inside of me shifting.
At least Arlon and I are both living in the torment of denial right now.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to give him a taste of the desperation I’ve been living with since coming back to the Crux.
When I grab his cock again, he lets out a gust of relief, the muscles of his thighs straining.
It’s like he’s trying to fuck into my grip, move faster, but the silver holds him helpless.
I trace the aching tip of his cock with one slicked finger, my mouth so close that he can surely feel the heat of my breath.
No matter how hard he tries to suppress it, I still feel the minuscule shivers that roll through him in gentle waves.
His cock gives another feeble dribble of precum that I use to slick down his length even as my free hand reaches back, one finger gliding over the sensitive bit of skin between his testicles and hole.
I don’t press into him yet. Instead, I just trace him, spreading oil over his hole, teasing at a promise of more.
Another quiet moan escapes him as I let his cock slide out of my grip, and I feel the muscles of his ass clench like a silent plea.
A few more tortuous moments pass before I look down at my pocket watch to check the time.
We’re a few minutes shy of our check-in, so I stand, using Arlon’s trapped body as a crutch for my shaking legs before I pull the silver from his mouth. He gasps before wetting his lips with his tongue.
“I’m fine,” he says, using the brief break to try and gather his composure. The pleasure thickening his voice tells me he’s failing. “I forgot how much of a menace you are with divination.”
I chuckle as I slip the silver back into his mouth. “Menace?” I tsk, though I know he can’t hear me. “Sir, I’m going easy on you.”
I sink back to my knees, groaning as I briefly rest my forehead against his thigh.
Divination always involves some level of endurance, but that usually only applies to the conduit.
With the constant teasing pressure of the toys, the cage locked tight around me, this spell is putting me through it too.
Maybe that’s my sign to go a little harder. If there’s any way to make the last few tortuous days of my conjuration stint bearable, it would be by making Arlon whimper.
My slicked finger finds his hole again, but now, I waste no time in pressing into him. He gives a quiet grunt of surprise only to suck in a hiss of a breath as I drape a soft cloth over his cock. I clean the oil from him gently even as I work my finger deeper, teasing him open.
He must know what I’m planning. The silver holds his body suspended effortlessly, but he trembles as I adjust him, lifting him up so his cock rests at the perfect height. I run a long lick up the underside of his length even as I thrust a second finger into him.
Arlon lets out a low, guttural groan, and I smirk against the tip of his cock before I pull him into my mouth.
His choked sound of pleasure sends heat rushing through me, and I can’t stop a moan as I lap the burst of saltiness from his tip.
I lose myself in the task, savoring each quiet sound I eke out of him as I thrust my fingers in time with every bob of my head.
All too soon, the silver starts to dance with color. Far brighter now than it had been. But we’re not finished yet.
I bury my fingers deep as I pull my lips to the head of his cock.
I go still, only warming him with my mouth, and Arlon lets out a sound of pure frustration as he strains against the silver, trying vainly to thrust forward.
He must feel me smirk because he slumps, a quiet, defeated whimper escaping him.
That’s more like it.
I wait until the silver has returned to its usual shine before I lap my tongue firmly against the underside of his cock.
His groan of pleasure makes my head swim, and I reward the noise by swallowing him deep.
My eyes water as I struggle to take him, but that doesn’t stop me from curling my fingers against his sweet spot.
My throat works around him for as long as I can stand, fingers working deep as I thrust into him.