Confirmation #2
He’s already doing a damn good job of it. With his thick cock working into me, I can barely string a thought together. It’s not enough to finish me off, but gods, do I enjoy the struggle. It feels like I’m a wave about to crest, but he finds his end before I do.
His hips stutter to a stop, and I can’t stop a shout of pure need as he fills me. I quiver in the aftermath, letting out a quiet groan as he pulls out of me.
“Look here, Galiva,” he orders, and I manage to lift my head from the covers to see what he’s gesturing to.
A domed seat is set on the floor, a large magiline phallus jutting up from the top of it.
It’s meant for me to kneel over, thrust down on, and my cunt clenches as I imagine the feel of that thick toy in me.
But there’s no magiline vibrator from what I can see, and part of me wonders how much longer Arlon is going to torture me before he lets me finish.
“No, here, Galiva,” he says, and I blink glazed eyes to focus on him. He’s holding a piece of magiline that’s been carved into a shape I’ve never seen before. It’s about the size of my hand, a thin piece with gentle ridges cut into the surface, a large hole carved through one end.
Arlon takes it over to the domed seat and slips the hole over the phallus. I shiver, realizing its purpose immediately. With how it’s placed, it’s something I can grind my clit against.
“Fuck. Thank you, sir,” I gasp.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Arlon says as he motions me over.
That’s ominous, but I’m too desperate to give it much thought. As I move to meet him, some of his seed slides out of me, and I shudder as it trails down my thigh.
Arlon takes my hands before adorning each finger with at least two focuses. At any other time, I’d say charging that number of spells would be impossible, but after months of teasing and denial, I feel like I could charge the main tower of the Crux for a godsdamned lifetime.
“Ready to finish it, Gal?” Arlon asks.
“Yes, sir,” I pant.
“Good. Then let’s get you settled.”
I straddle the domed seat before I sink to my knees.
It brings the tip of the phallus against my cunt, and I moan as I brace my hands on the front of the seat before I slide the rest of the way down.
The thick toy fills me, sending chills of pleasure down my back, yet as my pelvis comes to rest against the little magiline pad, it starts to vibrate.
My entire body jerks at the sudden stimulation. After so long without, it’s nearly too much. I pull away from it, lifting my hips up, but not far enough to pull off the toy. The movement makes Arlon tsk all the same.
“Where do you think you’re going, doldora?”
I whimper as I sink back down, fucking myself on the thick phallus until my pelvis comes to rest on the buzzing pad again.
“That’s better,” Arlon says approvingly.
I bite my lower lip as I sit fully on the domed seat, hips twitching without thought.
The buzzing of the pad hits in just the right way, the thick phallus stuffing me full.
I rock my hips, savoring the feel of the unyielding length inside of me, the vibrations of the pad under my clit.
Around my fingers, the focuses spark as they start to charge.
“F-fuck, sir,” I gasp. “I’m not going to last long like this.”
Arlon’s deep chuckle rumbles through me. “Now don’t say that, Galiva,” he admonishes. “Because if you cum before I give you permission, I’ll make you regret it.”
I swear, hips jerking as a lightning strike of pleasure jolts through me at his words. It’s a losing situation. I’ve cast with Arlon enough times to know that this is exactly his style. He’s set me up to fail, but I’ll be damned if I give in that easily.
My hips shift, moving my clit to a less intense spot on the buzzing pad.
It makes the phallus rub against my sweet spot, and I gasp as light briefly sparks behind my eyes before I manage to get myself back under control.
I draw in a shuddering breath only to let it out on a moan as I try to keep my hips from rocking.
“Even now, she’s so poised,” Arlon says. His heavy footsteps circle behind me before coming to a stop. “Holding so tightly to control.”
I shudder, biting back the whimpers that are so desperately trying to break free. His big, calloused hands land on my shoulders, his lips just brushing my ear. “I want to see you fall apart, Galiva.”
Without warning, he pushes down. It forces the phallus deep into me, grinds my clit against the buzzing magiline. I scream as pleasure slams into me like a wave. “Oh fuck!”
Arlon doesn’t let up, his hands holding me firm. “Not yet, Galiva.”
My hips jerk and rock, entirely out of my control, but with his hands on me, I can’t so much as ease up on the buzzing pad. It’s hard to tell if I’m trying to seek out more or escape the sensations that feel like they’re going to bring me apart. “Oh nonono, sir, please!”
I’m teetering right on the precipice, ready to fall into bliss.
“Not yet,” he warns, but I can’t stop it, can’t help it. My orgasm rocks through me like a storm swell, powerful and unstoppable. I scream as I cum, hips bucking and jerking as my cunt clenches around the phallus.
The pleasure seems like it goes on forever, stealing my breath even as my vision goes fuzzy. The aftershocks of it throb from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet, beating in a rapid pace.
Then, blissfully, the vibrations of the magiline pad cut off. I drag in a ragged breath just as Arlon says, “Aww, doldora, that sounds like you finished without my permission.”
His hands gently squeeze my shoulders before he lets go of me. I slump against the domed seat, panting for breath, though I notice with no small amount of pride that every focus around my fingers is glowing with charge.
“Such an eager cunt,” Arlon says before ropes circle my right leg. He frog-ties me with the efficiency of long practice, looping the rope around my shin and thigh. It keeps my leg bent, and I shudder as he does the same to my other side.
I shift on the domed seat, but with the way he’s tied me, I can’t unfold my legs, can’t pull off of the phallus without using my hands.
And he takes that option away from me next as he binds my wrists behind my back and connects the long end to an anchor point somewhere overhead.
It forces me to lean forward to save my shoulders the strain, simultaneously forcing me to grind my sensitive clit against the magiline pad.
For the time being, at least, the pad is still.
Arlon circles in front of me, one hand hooking under my chin to lift my head. I whimper as I look up at him. “You want to cum so badly? Then let’s give you what you want.”
The magiline pad starts buzzing again, and I scream as the sensation jolts through me. I try to straighten on instinct, pull away from the vibrating magiline, shoulders be damned, but Arlon grabs my nipples hard and pulls me back down.
“If you can’t stay here on your own, I will give you a more painful incentive,” Arlon warns.
“Fuck!” I manage to get myself under some semblance of control as I let out a shuddering, “Y-yes, sir.”
Arlon hums, sounding unconvinced, but I moan in relief as he releases my nipples. “You told me you wanted to cum, Galiva. I’m just doing what you asked.”
I watch through fuzzy vision as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a little piece of magiline.
It must be linked to something, and I shiver, waiting to see what will happen.
He grins at me before rubbing the focus until it glows.
Then, the rigid phallus inside of me starts to move.
It seems to shrink only to expand upwards again, fucking deep into me.
Even though I was half anticipating it, I can’t stop a shout of surprise. With my legs bound, my arms pulled up behind me, I’m helpless to do anything but accept it. The phallus fucks into me, the pad buzzes against my clit, and it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to crash through me.
I scream and writhe as the waves of pleasure start to feel like they’re drowning me. It turns sharp, and I can’t help but pull back to give my abused clit a little relief. The buzzing immediately stops, the phallus going still in me, and I drag in a desperate breath.
Arlon tsks, but it takes a moment to get my eyes to focus to see exactly what his disapproval will earn me now. I blink, vision clearing enough to see the silver nipple clamps that have appeared in his hand. “Oh nonono, sir, please.”
His grin is full of a cruel kind of sympathy. “I said I was going to let you cum, Galiva, and we’re nowhere near finished.”
I whimper as he closes the clamps over my nipples, and the little sparks of pain are almost a relief to my pleasure-wrought nerves.
There’s a length of chain connecting them, and Arlon grins as he crouches in front of me.
He toys with the chain before he twines it around his finger and pulls.
It leaves me with two options - suffer the pain in my nipples or lean forward to grind my overworked clit back against the magiline pad.
I choose the latter, only to scream as the pad starts to vibrate again.
Arlon touches the linked focus, and the phallus resumes its hard, steady fucking.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
With the overload of sensation, there’s not much to differentiate pleasure from pain, and I sob as another orgasm slams through me.
“Again,” Arlon orders, pulling my chain down until I’m practically laying across the seat.
My body trembles and jerks, completely out of my control. I’m lost in the onslaught, my mind blank of everything but the mix of pain and pleasure warring through me. My next peak is ripped out of me on a scream, and I don’t think I can take another.
The stimulation suddenly cuts off, both the pad and the phallus going still. I sag in my ropes as Arlon says, “Just breathe, doldora.”