Swearing In #4
A finger just eases into me, and I jerk in surprise.
I’m not sure who it is until a large palm that can only belong to Jonas cups my cunt.
I grind down on his finger without thought, so lost in the spell that I barely feel my legs spread wider.
With the corset still cinched tight around my waist, my arms still trapped behind me in the binder, I feel like a wrapped gift, something to be passed around and enjoyed at their leisure.
I surrender to the degradation - it’s their right to use me, to fuck me in whatever way they see fit. Gods know I’ll never forget their names again.
I’m suddenly pitched forward with a firm hand on the back of my neck. If Rega wasn’t there to support me, I’d be tipped face first against the ground as my ass is pulled back and up.
“Twist my arm, I guess,” Patrick says before a slicked cock presses against my hole. “Do you think you can take me, Grandmaster?”
I shudder at the heat in his voice before I rock back, pulling the tip of him into me. He swears, hands tightening around my hips as he gives a shallow thrust.
“Guess that’s answer enough, then,” he says before he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock deep.
I gasp at the sudden stretch even as Rega soothes me with another achingly tender kiss.
The discomfort of the rough use is quickly eclipsed as Patrik reaches down to toy with my chafed clit, making my overwrought nerves spark with pleasure.
Rega swallows my moans as Patrik warms my hole up, thrusting shallowly at first before driving deeper.
Soon, his hips snap against my ass, my body shaking with every hard thrust. Yet it’s his talented fingers that play my clit to another orgasm, my second of the day.
I clench tight around him, crying out against Rega’s lips.
Patrik swears appreciatively before his hips stutter to a stop, and my eyes flutter as his seed spills into me. My sore hole quivers as he pulls out, and I shudder my relief only to jerk as he delivers a playful swat to my ass. “It’s been a pleasure to officially meet you, Galiva.”
The casual use makes me whimper against Rega’s lips. Then a big hand grabs my shoulders and pulls me to kneel up. My kiss with Rega is broken as Jonas’ hand strokes down the forced curve of my waist. My legs tremble where I kneel, feeling his heat and weight pressed against my back.
“You want her mouth, Rega?” Jonas asks even as his fingers pluck at the binder around my arms. He frees me from it, and I can’t help but moan my appreciation before he gently lays me back against the ground.
I look up at the library ceiling, the eyes of so many people watching. Then, two thick fingers spear my cunt.
“That’s it, Galiva,” Jonas purrs, the gentle heat of his voice washing over me. “You’re more than ready for me, aren’t you?”
In between blinks, Rega is above me, her trousers gone. She kneels over my head before bringing her cunt to my mouth.
It’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing. I moan and writhe as Jonas toys with my cunt, only for Rega to bear down on me, smothering me between her legs. The shouts and cheers are muffled by Rega’s thighs, and I can only squirm as they pleasure me, tease me, use me.
A third thick finger slides into my cunt, and as Jonas’ thumb presses against my clit, I scream as I cum again. I don’t think they were even trying to get me there, but it happens all the same. I jerk helplessly, hearing muffled cheers over Rega’s long, low moan.
“Gods, what a mouth,” Rega gasps, and I flush at the praise as she lifts off of me.
The fingers withdraw, leaving my cunt clenching, aching for more.
Then, in between long blinks, Jonas is in me.
Or at least part of him. The man is well endowed, and I moan as my cunt aches to accommodate him.
He seems well aware of his size and treats me gently, even though a vague part of me wishes he wouldn’t.
I’ve never been so deep in a spell before, my usually swirling thoughts reduced to a crawl. Around me, the wizards of the Crux cheer and laugh, hands starting to wander among the onlookers as they watch.
Jonas works into me, his pace speeding up as I adjust to the size of him.
I go to grab his shoulders, but Rega takes my wrists, pinning them over my head.
I’m held helpless as Jonas fucks me to the cheers and scattered moans of the others.
Even if they were cheering for my failure earlier, they’re just cheering me now, and it’s exactly the type of introduction I was hoping for.
Jonas groans, giving one last hard thrust before he stills, spilling into me. He gives a breathless laugh as his kind blue eyes meet mine. “Fuck, Galiva. It was a pleasure.”
I shudder as he pulls out of me, too content to talk as I bask in the aftermath of the spell. The chatter continues around me as Cancassi comes forward to pluck the laces of my corset loose, allowing me to pull in a proper breath.
“How are you feeling, Grandmaster?”
My addled thoughts slowly come back together. I look at the congregated wizards talking and laughing, and the idea I’d been piecing together snaps into place with post-orgasm clarity.
“I know how we’re going to restore people’s trust in magic.”