Confirmation
There is never a better time to turn your conduit into an overstimulated wreck than after freeing them from a long stint in a chastity cage.
Advanced Casting Principles: Conjuration by Lionel Lorne
EVEN WHEN I’M NOT FACING the end of a three-month chastity stint, I’m not the soundest of sleepers. My thoughts can keep me up at night, sometimes force me awake in the wee hours of the morning. With the news we uncovered about Lucien yesterday, I fully expect my dreams to be fraught.
Yet there’s no underestimating a mind that’s been denied pleasure for three godsdamned months, apparently. I groan, vainly pressing my thighs together. As I open my eyes, I’m already starting to lose the details, but the aching need left in the wake of the dream lingers.
After last night, I doubt Arlon will be in the mood to free me, so I take a moment to mentally brace myself for another day or two of torment.
The sky outside is just starting to brighten, and even though it’s well before first bell, trying to go back to sleep feels useless. Instead, I get out of bed and get dressed. I take a quick trip to the abandoned baths to wash before I head towards Arlon’s office.
The focus on his office door briefly flashes, and the lock clicks open as I approach.
After officially naming me as his apprentice to the rest of the Crux, he made the modification so I had permission to be here even when he wasn’t.
Though, frankly, it’s a rare time he’s not behind his desk anymore.
As I enter, I half expect to find him already at work, but as I brighten the glow globes, the office is peacefully empty. The heat left in the wake of my dream has gone nowhere, so I immediately try to find something to distract myself with.
It’s not hard to do.
Unlogged spell sheets have piled up; supply requests from the Quartermaster have been pushed aside even though winter requisitions need to start soon. I gather everything up and am just about to take the seat I’ve laid claim to before my eyes land on Arlon’s chair behind his desk.
It’s a grand thing, made of oak, the ornate back expertly carved while the cushioned seat is upholstered in a deep red velvet. A part of me wonders if Arlon made it himself when no other chair fit him right.
Curiosity gets the better of me. I circle around the desk, pulling the spell log with me before I sink into the wide, comfortable seat.
I pick up a quill, but as I look across the half-written missives and open letters that scatter the desk, it feels like I’m intruding.
The Grandmaster’s seat suddenly feels too big for me in more ways than just its size.
I quickly return to my usual chair on the other side of the desk, shaking the feeling off, and it’s much easier to fall into work.
By the time the first bell rings, I’ve already fetched and eaten breakfast, finished logging the spells, and organized Arlon’s desk with all pressing matters stacked on top so he can’t overlook them.
I just set the final missive in place when the office door opens.
Arlon raises an eyebrow at me as I close the spell logbook. “Here I thought I was coming down early so I could stop you from working this morning.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I admit.
“You aren’t alone there,” he says through a sigh. “Which is why I think both of us could use a break today.”
He closes the office door behind him with a definitive thud. Then I hear the quiet click of the lock. A shiver of anticipation washes through me, and the feeling only grows when he stops so close to me that I can feel the heat of his body.
“W-what about your divining?”
Arlon’s grin turns sharp. “The Crown asked for information about Lucien as soon as possible. So, tomorrow it will be possible. Unless of course, you want me to extend your conjuration?”
I should know by now that Arlon works on his own timeline in regard to the Crown’s demands. In this instance, I can’t even say I’m mad about it. “No! No, sir. That’s not necessary.”
Amusement crinkles the corners of his eyes as he lifts his hand, and the backs of his fingers stroke gently down my cheek. Even the innocent touch makes heat pool in my stomach. I sway towards him without thought.
“Then let’s go downstairs,” he says, his voice lowered to a purr. He steps back, and I feel like I can draw in a proper breath. Then, he motions to the door to the dungeon. “After you, Apprentice.”
I obey the command. The cage has never felt tighter, more uncomfortable than it does as I head through the door and descend the stairs. All the while, Arlon tails me like a shadow, his silence both a threat and a promise.
When we reach the dungeon, Arlon touches one of the light globes, bringing it to a warm glow that doesn’t quite chase the darkness from the corners of the room. However, it does illuminate every piece of casting equipment he has stored down here, and the sight of it all makes my breath catch.
“I’ve noticed something about you, Galiva,” he says as he stops in front of me.
His arms are held at ease behind his back, his face serious.
“You have a strong sense of duty, a dedication to this position.” The words fill me with a sense of pride, but he isn’t finished.
“But in that same breath, I’ve seen that you don’t know how to stop working when the time calls for it. You’re like me in that way.”
I straighten my back, though I grudgingly admit that there’s a drop of truth in that.
“You’ve seen how difficult this position is,” Arlon says, “and if you are not careful, it will harden you until you forget that magic is just as much about pleasure as it is pain.”
His hand lands on my shoulder, before one finger tips my chin up to look at him. “So, until tomorrow, pleasure is the only thing I want on your mind.”
A moan nearly breaks past my lips, but I hold it back out of sheer force of will. Instead, I let out a breathless, “Yes, sir.”
His touch is stern as he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head.
Strong hands spin me before he loosens my breast band, letting it fall to the ground.
My nipples harden in the chill of the dungeon before he pulls my back against his chest. His strong arms circle me as his hands stroke over my bared skin.
After three months of denial, I’m trembling already, breaths coming in short gasps as every nerve comes alight under his touch.
“So, what do you say, Galiva?” he asks as his fingers find the waist of my skirt. He unties it deftly, letting it slide over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my cage. “Would you like your first of many today?”
His hand cups my crotch roughly, and I can almost feel the heat of his palm through the metal. Teeth graze my shoulder, and my own hand flies back to cup his neck.
“Yes!”
His chuckle makes my skin shiver, but the part of me that’s still able to form thoughts wonders why the hell he isn’t taking the cage off yet. My question is answered a moment later when a finger grazes my ass, reaching through the convenient hole to tease at me.
“Hmm, but before we do, I want to have you here.”
A ragged moan of disappointment breaks free of me, but it’s quickly replaced by a yelp of surprise.
Arlon scoops me easily into his arms and carries me over to the bed on the far side of the room.
When he sets me down, he pushes me face first into the covers, his hand bracketing the back of my neck to hold me there.
“Ass up, Galiva,” he orders. “Knees on the edge of the bed. Spread those legs for me.”
My legs tremble as I obey, lifting my ass up as I scoot my knees to the edge of the bed, spreading them wide. The cool air of the dungeon prickles against my heated skin, sending bumps shivering down my arms.
“Such a lovely sight,” he says as the hand on my head slides down to rest against the small of my back. “What do you think, doldora? Do you want me to use your hole before I free you?”
I bite back a moan even as I nod. Hearing him call me beautiful in his native tongue makes me flush all over.
“Good,” he purrs. The slicked head of his cock nudges at my hole, and I moan as I relax to accept him.
He enters me slowly, ever aware of his size, but after the focuses I suffered during our divining last night, I’m more than prepared for him.
I moan into the covers as he inches deeper, opening me slowly around him.
The stretch makes my head swim, and he allows me a moment to adjust before he starts to thrust. Pleasure sparks through me, and I gasp as his commanding grip pushes my face against the bed, holding me pinned. I suffer the drag and thrust as his pace speeds up, hips slapping against my ass.
Through the grate of my cage, my cunt drips, aching for any sort of stimulation, though I know it won’t come until Arlon’s ready to give it.
The thought wrings a ragged moan from my throat.
Arlon knows as well as I do that I can’t finish without my clit being played with, and he doesn’t seem inclined to give me that as he uses me for his pleasure.
I’ve never been this desperate, though. After three months of denial, my nerves come alight in a way I’ve never felt before. Maybe this will be the first time I finish just by having my hole fucked.
I don’t realize he’s moved until a hand cups the front of my cage.
There’s the scrape of metal on metal, and I let out a gasp of surprise as the cage suddenly loosens from around my waist. Arlon pulls out of me, freeing me fully from the chastity belt, but he barely lets me catch my breath before he thrusts into my ass again.
With my cunt fully exposed, it makes the rough fucking that much harder to bear.
Especially when Arlon’s hand slides between my legs, two fingers stroking up my slit to gather the moisture that’s gathered there.
Even the light touch makes my hips buck, my cunt clenching greedily to try and draw him in.
Behind me, he chuckles breathlessly. “That’s it, doldora. I want to wipe every last thought from your head.”