Chapter 25 #4
“I love you more than anything, Aurora. More than my crown. More than my kingdom. More than my life,” he said, easing the rod further inside her.
Aurora’s head spun. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for your clumsy attempt at emotional blackmail,” he warned her, slowly pulling the rod from her before gently thrusting forward again.
Triad preserve her, she was so close. “You know what you have to do if you want relief, Aurora. Beg me to make a spectacle of your pretty pussy.”
Goddesses forgive her, but she was willing, if only he would ease the ache inside her, even for a moment.
“I’ll even be generous. Take your current gift with gratitude, and I’ll give you an orgasm for each remaining gift you manage to fit inside you, provided you remain properly submissive.”
Which meant she’d be lucky to receive a single one. But need outweighed sense.
“I’ll do it,” she panted.
He rewarded her with another shallow thrust that kept her on the brink.
“Do what, my queen? Specificity is important.”
Pull. Press. Pull. Press. She nearly lost her mind as he tormented her.
“I’ll be grateful. Please make a spectacle of me,” she begged.
Pull. Press. Faster now, edging her closer to indescribable bliss.
“Do you submit?”
“I submit!” she cried.
“Have I earned your surrender?”
Deeper and deeper he plunged, until she was certain she’d taken the whole rod. She remembered this fullness. Loved it. Needed it. It took every last ounce of willpower not to thrust back onto it, to tempt his ire.
“Yes!”
One last thrust proved her wrong, filling her past the point of fullness. A single twitch and she would come harder than she ever had in her life. She couldn’t believe she’d once had a cock this big inside her. Even more unfathomable was that he’d been able to thrust inside her.
“Now, don’t move. You’re going to let yourself get accustomed. Don’t disobey me, Aurora, or you won’t get a single orgasm until we perform the rite.”
Merciful Triad, she’d completely forgotten about the rite.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive that long,” she said.
Her knees were already dangerously close to buckling, her whole body strung as tight as a bowstring.
“Oh yes, you will,” he said.
In an instant, his magic enveloped her. It licked down her spine, easing the tension, and poured into her shoulders to erase all trace of the stiffness there.
Then it skirted down her hips and thighs, restoring the strength and stamina to her legs.
What it didn’t do was soothe the all-consuming ache in her core.
“Did you really think I’d allow you to use your lack of stamina as an excuse?”
“Maybe,” she muttered.
He slapped her ass hard enough to jostle her hips, but not hard enough to sting.
She gasped as the rod shifted inside her.
The nearly unbearable stretch was already lessening.
Sweat beaded her brow. Once he was convinced she was ready for it, he was going to put something even larger inside her.
Then he was going to put her splayed, naked body on display as he fed that monstrous dildo inside her.
It must be a sign of how far gone she was that the idea inspired more titillation than trepidation.
“Breathe, my little fairy. While we wait for you to loosen up, I’ll tell you about the rite.”
Did he honestly think she could think straight, let alone listen properly? Then he had greater faith in her abilities than she.
“Before we enter, I’ll paint you and you’ll paint me.”
“H-how?” she asked, proud she had even a lick of sense left to her.
“However you feel guided to. The heartbeat will lull us into a kind of trance. When we enter the chamber, we’ll circle the stones surrounding the monolith, waiting until the heartbeat reaches a crescendo,” he said, caressing her backside.
“Then, when the heartbeat quiets, we’ll be responsible for enacting the scene you dreamed of.
” His hand dipped between her thighs, teasing the base of the rod.
Aurora shivered. He would chase her until he caught her, then drag her down into the dirt and take her until she begged him to stay by her side forever.
Her lust-fogged brain could almost appreciate the gentle way he’d spent the day preparing her to take a rough fucking while minimizing the possibility of truly hurting her when the time came.
Almost.
Denying her an orgasm was beyond cruel.
Bastard.
Theron toyed with the base of the rod once more, gently testing a shallow thrust.
“Oh fuck,” Aurora gasped.
That felt amazing. Gone was the pleasure-pain. Now, only pure ecstasy remained.
“Please, Theron. Please, please, please,” she moaned as he began thrusting in earnest.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said under his breath, humming approvingly as she met his every thrust. “Do you love your gift, my queen?”
“I love it so much!” she cried.
“Do you want your orgasm, my love?”
“Please!”
“And you remember what you need to do to get it?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
How did he know exactly how to keep her on the edge? How to give her pleasure and yet deny her fulfilment? She was so bloody needy she would have agreed to fuck him with every noble in Altanus in attendance if he would just give her a damned orgasm.
When he took the fifth rod from her, it was as if he’d emptied her of a vital organ.
In short order, he released her from her bindings, bringing her fingers to his lips and kissing each one.
His magic worked its way through her wrists, easing even the most minor ache.
He plucked her from the footstool and then, using his foot, pushed it fully into the light.
As her heart raced, he pulled the table holding the case of dildos and oil within easy reach.
Then he set her down and stood behind the footstool, the shadow just covering him.
“Go on, stand in front of your throne and bare yourself to your subjects,” he commanded, gesturing to the spot in front of the footstool.
The rational part of her mind that protested was quickly silenced by the ache inside her.
With shaky steps, Aurora did as she was bidden.
Theron sat down on the footstool as dizzy excitement and thrilling terror pumped through her veins.
Her only solace was that the balustrade had been built with giants in mind and so came up over her head.
Unfortunately, the spacing of the posts was such that she was still largely visible.
Theron beckoned her closer. She walked into the space between his wide stance, the top of her head at the height of his collarbone.
Theron pulled her in for a kiss that made her head swim, conquering her as swiftly as it did the last of her fear.
He pulled away, his eyes nearly black with lust, and turned her around to face the city.
“Hook your leg over my knee,” he growled. “Let them see who made that honey drip from your petals all the way down your legs.”
She lifted her right leg, hooking it up and over his knee, exposing herself in the light of day.
Theron pulled her against him, a blazing hot palm against her belly.
Her head resting against his chest, she could feel his thunderous heartbeat.
His breaths came hard and fast against her hair.
The knowledge that he was just as worked up as she was more intoxicating than any wine.
With her left hand, she gripped the thick hair at his nape.
He groaned in pleasure as she wrapped it around her fist, anchoring herself.
Was that a slight tremble in his hand as he reached for the next rod and oil? He presented it to her as he poured the oil over it, coating it from head to base. It boggled the mind that anyone could ever be so endowed. It must have been a cruel joke to manufacture one of that size.
“Are you ready for your next sceptre, my queen?”
“D-do it.”
Before she lost her nerve. Before the small rational part of her mind convinced her it was impossible.
“As my queen commands,” he purred. He pressed the head to her entrance, threatening invasion. “If you can show me how greedy your pussy is for the whole thing, I’ll make you forget your own name.”
Aurora whimpered as the enormous tip spread her obscenely wide, testing the limits of her body.
It wasn’t so much a dildo as a club. She cursed, sweating, as the first thrust proved that with enough preparation, even the impossible was plausible.
The second thrust accomplished nothing more than getting a mere fifth of the head inside her.
Aurora groaned, turning her head from the sight, her breath sawing in and out of her.
She dug the nails of her right hand into his meaty arm, caught between the need to speed this invasion and to stop it altogether.
“Such a pretty pussy you have,” Theron hummed.
“It deserves to be filled to the brim.” He pulled the tip out, only to push it slowly back in, this time deeper.
Too full. She risked a glimpse of the rod.
Only a third of the head was inside her and already she doubted she would be able to fit the whole thing, never mind the other two.
“How many orgasms do you want, my little fairy?”
“A lot!” she whined.
“You know how to earn your first, don’t you? Relax and let me fill you up.”
Pull. Push. Half now. She released a shaky breath. She could do this. Pull. Push. She groaned as the pleasure-pain veered closer to pain. Aurora tightened her hold on Theron’s hair. He stilled his hand as she adjusted to the size.
“That’s right, just breathe.”
“Please,” she pleaded, hoping he would show pity and reward her early.
“Soon,” he assured her, resuming his relentless torture. Pull. Push. The head was nearly fully inside her.
“Theron,” she gasped.
“We both know you can take it,” he reassured her. Pull. Push.
“Oh fuck!”
The head was inside her.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised her, rubbing her belly. “Tell me how much you want the rest.”
“I-I want it!”
“Aren’t you so happy you submitted, my love?”
Pull. Push. Pull. Push.