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my 16th birthday, my father gave me a huge blank journal
and suggested that I write down my private thoughts so that they
cannot overwhelm me. I confess that I stared at it enviously for at
least a week before I so much as dared to open it! The thick wood and
leather covers were embossed with a beautiful orchard scene, which I
suppose is meant to remind me that I come from rather simple origins
– a farm. And yet, the journal is also expensive and represents how
far I have already come, and how far I still have left to go.
now, despite not really having time for something so silly as writing
my thoughts, I have decided to sit down and take my father's
may only be 16, but I feel so much older! A lot has happened to me in
the last year; not even a full year! I feel completely different than
the boy I once was. I might even go so far as to call myself a man.
I first found out that my mother was the Lady of Clan Blood, and that
I was her Heir, I foolishly thought that this made me different than
everyone else. Special... Important... A Lord! But I was wrong.
mean yes, I am a Lord, but I'm really no different than any
other man. I still have to worry about little things such as taking
care of my family and surviving the winter. The only real difference
is that now, I have to worry about all
of my people. Sometimes the vague dread that something will happen to
my people and I'll be responsible for fixing it keeps me awake at
night! Back when I was just a farm boy, I shared a room with my
sisters and took comfort in their presence at night. Now I have no
one to talk to if I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go
back to sleep.
Well, I guess that isn't entirely true. I can wake up anyone I want
and insist that they talk to me, but it really isn't the same. To
make matters worse, I am utterly confused! As much as I try to remain
focused on my duties, my mind keeps wandering to her...
think about her every second that I am awake, and I dream about her
when I am asleep. I want to go to her and order her her comfort me as
her Lord, but if she were to do that, I'd want it to be her choice...
know that she couldn't possibly want me; I'm still a child compared
then... there's the fact that she's a ward of my mother, which sort
of makes her my adopted sister. I shouldn't be thinking of her in
this sinful manner, but I can't help it! I just want her so badly!
at myself in disgust, I set my journal aside and went to bed. That
night, the dreams of her were so intense that I could almost swear
that they were real. Only, I don't yet have the experience necessary
to know what real feels like.
tried to pry open my eyes even as my dream got stronger. If I didn't
know better, I'd swear
there was someone in my bed, under my covers, sucking on me! I opened
my eyes so that I could see that no one was there, but a lump
suggested that there might actually be someone in my bed with me. I
threw the blanket aside, astonished to find vibrantly red hair
covering my groin, hiding my view. I moaned in pleasure; the sight
intensifying the feelings I'd been experiencing.
a husky laugh, she paused her task to look at me, the sunlight making
her green eyes glow like emeralds. I was astonished – not only that
this was really happening, but by who was
I gasped out incredulously. “What are you doing?!”
laughed at me like I was a silly little boy. “I would think that
should be obvious!”
moaned again as her hand continued the task her mouth had been
performing a moment ago. I will not lie and say that I didn't like
it, but I felt like I should stop her anyway for some reason. I held
her hand still, but she responded to this by crawling up my body and
kissing me. As she kissed me, she very abruptly impaled herself on my
shaft, taking my breath away.
inhaled slowly – a grimace on her face – then slowly exhaled,
softly muttering: “Ow...”
I stated with a frown, trying to wrap my mind around everything that
was happening so suddenly. “This is wrong... I am supposed to think
of you as my sister.” Even as I said this, my hands grasped her
hips and I ground into her. The feeling just too good not to explore.
Plus, I had hoped I would know the pleasure of a woman soon now that
I was the age when most girls got married and most boys took their
snorted wryly. “You may say that this is wrong, but you certainly
act like it's right!”
She kissed me again, and then sat up, still impaled by me. She still
looked a little pained.
you hurt?” I asked in concern.
she murmured unconvincingly. “I knew it was supposed to hurt the
first time, I just didn't realized that it would hurt that much. I'm
fine now,” she insisted, grinding her hips into mine to prove her
was confused all over again. “Why?” I asked. “Why me, I mean.
Why now? Why not do this the proper way with sweet talk and a
little...” I shrugged, not knowing the word for what was missing.
Gavin,” she murmured with a soft chuckle and a tiny smile. My hands
were more than happy to help her rock back and forth, grinding into
me most pleasantly. She looked at the ceiling to hide a light blush.
it's like this, last night, Sang-Soif, Glacèe,
and I were talking about – OH! – this and that, and I asked
Sang-Soif about sex. She's had lovers before, and I wanted to know
what it was like. I've been dying
to try it. Well, she had a lot to say on the subject, but one thing
really stood out. She told me that I was lucky to not have been raped
as a child. Both she and Glacèe
were, you know. She then said that she doesn't care if I one day have
sex with every man on the planet, but that the first time is special;
a gift... Something I can only give once and that I should choose
someone important to me that I won't regret giving this gift to.”
leaned over and kissed me again, smiling shyly. “My only thought
was of you. I think I have loved you since the first moment I saw
you! I don't care if we never have sex again, but as I lay fingering
myself this morning, I just knew it had to be you my first time. So,
I came in here before I lost my nerve!”
mouth hung open in shock. “I had no idea you felt that way!
sat up to look at the ceiling again. “I know, you're a Lord and
have to marry a fancy Lady one day and have heirs. I can't keep you
all to myself – and honestly, I don't want to! I want
to have other lovers and maybe find someone meant just for me
someday, it's just.... Well, as I said, I wanted the first one to be
brushed some hair out of Ardent's face and tugged on her until she
looked at me. Smiling, I pulled her close for a kiss. “I had
someone in mind for my first time too, but I am certain that she will
never be mine, so... Instead, my first time is right here with a
gorgeous and surprising redhead. I say that since this memory is
probably going to stick with us until we die, we should probably make
it a memory worth blushing over whenever we think about it!”
laughed happily. “I think I can manage that!”
much as I longed to simply roll her under me and bang into her until
I finally felt what it was like to pump a woman full, I meant it when
I said that I had imagined my first time. There were so many other
things I wanted to do before finishing! Such as suck on her
nipples... So, instead of rolling her under me, I rolled us onto our
sides so that we could kiss and explore each other thoroughly. We
were still joined and rocking our bodies together slowly, but it felt
incredible in a way that didn't set me off too soon.
father and older friends had all tried to explain to me – at
different times – what sex was like, but nothing they told me could
have prepared me for this. Knowing that I simply have to keep
thrusting into her until I cum – it sounds so cut and dry! They
were trying not to be crude – of course – but now that I am doing
it, I have to wonder if there's something specific I need to do to
her for her to feel good.
seemed like a good place to start, but it also didn't feel like
enough. I finally worked up the courage to just ask her. “How is
this? Am I doing it right?”
good to me,” she assured me softly, but she didn't sound sure.
I wished I knew at least one woman who could have showed me what to
do before this point, but since it was too late to change things, I
vowed to make the best of the situation. I stroked her body and
kissed her until she started purring and moaning. That had
to be a good sign.
started to feel an inexplicable urgency. It felt like I had
to speed up. It felt like I had
to pound into her. It felt like I had
to finish soon or die trying! I rolled her under me and dug my
fingers into her hips as much as possible.
was gasping and crying out as she dug her nails into my back. It felt
good even as I was suddenly grateful that she didn't have the sharp
metallic nails unique to Clan Blood. Suddenly, my blood started
feeling both hot and cold and tingly. I shuddered lightly as I roared
into her ear. The sensation of pumping her full was mind boggling! I
already longed to do it again as soon as possible.
lay tangled together, breathing heavily for some time. Unexpectedly,
she burst out giggling. “Thank you! That was better than anything I
could have expected!”
grinned at her, kissing her simply because her pink lips looked
swollen and oh so kissable. Just when I wondered if my body would
cooperate so that we could go again, a thought occurred to me that
made me gasp in horror and sit up.
Ardent asked curiously.
father told me that I'm supposed to – uh...” I fumbled awkwardly,
blushing in embarrassment that I had to say it out loud to a girl.
at the last possible moment so that I don't accidentally get any
lover who isn't my wife pregnant.”
smiled at me in a way that made me wonder if she thought I was an
idiot. “There are herbs I can take to prevent pregnancy. I promise
I'll take some today and continue taking them for as long as we
decide to be lovers.”
in relief, I kissed her again. “Thank you. I'm already so busy
being the Lord of Clan Blood that I just don't know if I could handle
being a father too.”
I understand. I know that you
still don't understand why your mother had your father raise you on
his own, but I
do! I could not be a 16 year old mother working in the dungeon all
day and then coming out to try and take care of a child! Could you
imagine?! 'Hey sweetie, how are you? Mama beat up another bad man
today, but don't worry, I didn't kill this one!' Sheesh!”
stared at her in utter astonishment for several long moments, my
mouth hanging open. She must have thought she'd done something wrong
because she smoothed her hair self consciously and shied away from
She asked defensively.
just...” I shook my head with a helpless shrug. “Well, I never
thought of it that way before. I want so badly to be angry with my
mom for abandoning me as a baby and then leaving me again practically
I found out who she is, but... I kept telling myself that she did it
for me. So that I could be a happy little boy. Then I get mad because
happy growing up, but yet I still wanted to know her!” I sighed
heavily. “I never once thought how it must have felt for her as a
mother to do what she did...”
pulled me back atop her and snuggled into me. “Don't be too mad at
parents hated me! I was just another mouth to feed, the youngest of
six children and the only girl. I got yelled at and blamed for
everything. My father started hitting me when I was very little. He'd
come home from a long day in the fields angry and frustrated, and
he'd hit me because I was there. At first, my mom tried to chide him
and tell him to stop, but then she started doing it to. She'd hit me
whenever anything went wrong. By the time I was 12, I was so afraid
of doing anything at all unless it made one of them mad!”
felt Ardent shiver ever so slightly. “On the night of the yearly
Winter Solstice party – as my parents were getting ready to come to
the castle, I was so excited! I was finally old enough to meet Lady
Sanguine! I had heard enough about her think she must be so …
confident, so... strong! I wanted to see the Lady that – once upon
a time ago – managed to beat up Big Mike!”
wasn't really looking at me, but I saw the light in her eyes die. She
suddenly looked almost dead. Part of me was really afraid to hear
what she would say next.
took offense to my excitement. I think they were afraid that I
planned to tell my Lady about them and what they did to me, but the
funny thing is, I wouldn't have dared! I was too afraid to provoke
their anger! They decided that they couldn't take any chances, and so
told me that I had to stay home. I didn't want to anger them, so I
choked on a protest. Tears welled up in my eyes. I don't know why,
but that made them so mad! They took turns punching and hitting me,
calling me names and telling me how worthless I was, until I lay on
the floor, too broken to move. I was in too much pain to even cry! It
took all my concentration to simply breathe...”
wished I knew how to comfort her! I felt so useless! All I could do
was hold her as she fought not to start crying.
truly ironic thing is that Lady Sanguine sensed that something was
wrong. Girls my age – sort of friends of mine – softly wondered
why I wasn't at the party, and my brothers all looked miserable. When
Lady Sanguine danced with my oldest brother – he was nearly 20 and
had plans to get married and move out soon – he finally decided
that he had nothing to lose. When she asked him what was wrong, he
told her that our parents had beaten me – probably to death – and
had left me on the floor like – like.... like garbage...”
wiped away the small drops of moisture from the corners of her eyes.
She sat up and took a deeply cleansing breath. “But then everything
changed! Lady Sanguine took me away from my parents. She sent my
father to her dungeon for breaking the law – one she
had once dictated – gave my oldest brother a nice farm to work so
that he could support our other brothers and his new wife and future
children, and left my mother a bitter and broken women with nothing.
She had always taken great pride in my brothers. She loved and
cherished them! To have them taken away was so devastating that she
took her own life. My father died in the dungeon – unable to
withstand even a 10th
of what he had put me through!”
snorted a sadistically pleased laugh. “He was pathetic! Lady
Sanguine let me watch as she tried to reform him, but he was too weak
to last more than a couple of days! And now...”
pierced me with her fiery green eyes. “I'm finally happy! I owe
your mother my life!” Her expression changed, growing smoky with
desire. “And yes I really do love you, but it has nothing to do
with her. It has everything to do with who you are. How you behave,
how kind you are, how honorable
are. I know
you would never hit anyone except for in self defense.”
nodded slowly because she was right about that. She kissed me, a soft
lingering kiss that made my groin respond. Her hands discovered what
was suddenly poking her, and stroked me curiously.
don't expect you love me,” Ardent confessed, kissing me again. “But
if you want me to, I'd love to come into your room every
morning to wake you up and make your day special right from the
went cross eyed just thinking about this! I stuttered for several
long moments until my brain finally figured out how to talk again.
“Of course!” I blurted out. “I'd like that!”
lunch time, I was starving! I staggered into the room reserved for
family meals feeling like I was crawling across a desert into an
oasis. My stomach growled so loudly that I thought a lion was roaring
in the hall outside the door!
father saw me and laughed. “I know this is the first time that
you've had a break from all your work in months, but I thought you'd
be more rested. A good night's sleep and all.”
knew I had trouble sleeping in the castle, so it must have made sense
to him that I'd slept badly or something. I grunted noncommittally,
too hungry to speak. I piled more food on my plate than I could
possibly eat, and then slumped into the first possible chair –
which was right next to my father. He let me shove food into my face
in silence for a few minutes, and then finally seemed to make a
decision. He looked around to confirm that we were alone, and then
took a sip of his tea.
son...” he began uncertainly.
I asked curiously.
this is the first time you haven't been busy in ages, and since you
recently turned 16, I was thinking that perhaps it might be a good
time to...” He looked away and I could swear that he was blushing.
what?” I wondered, interested to know what could make my dad so
made a strange noise as he gathered the courage to just spit it out.
“It might be a good time for me to take you to a brothel and help
you choose a woman for your first taste of – ”
laughed, not in embarrassment like I'm sure he assumed, but because I
found his timing hilarious. “Dad... Ardent took care of that just
Dad roared in astonishment.
nodded my head in confirmation. “I know what you're thinking, that
she's technically my adopted sister and I shouldn't think of her like
that, but –”
dad cut me off, nodding in agreement. “You're right, I wasn't
expecting that, but if you'll just give me a few minutes to wrap my
head around this, I think I can – yep! I can see why you'd choose
her. She's the right age and you're around her all of the time. Plus
she's really cute!”
chuckled softly, looking down at my plate. “Actually, she chose me.
I also wasn't thinking of her in that way, but now I see that she's
gorgeous and fun and...” I shrugged, not knowing how to explain it
better than that.
My father drawled knowingly. “So that's
why you were stumbling about like a drunken sailor! No breakfast
coupled with hours of strenuous exercise...” He chuckled before
taking another sip of his tea.
why I'm ravenous!” I added before shoving more food into my mouth.
miss those days...” my father mumbled very softly before downing
the last of his tea and gathering up his things.
I blurted out before he could leave. I blushed because even when he
had first tried to explain sex to me, I had never thought to ask
this. “Was... was there ever... any other lovers? Other than mom?”
women in the brothel,” he stated with a shrug. “I never wanted
anyone other than her.”
about now? She's married now; don't you deserve the same?” I asked,
wishing for him to find happiness again.
shook his head just a tiny bit. “I don't know, maybe, if I find a
good woman who has already had her children and just wants
companionship, but... I don't really need to get married just to have
sighed morosely and nodded in understanding. He once confessed to me
that he had waited his whole life for my mother to marry him. It
seems that he hasn't given up on her just yet.
of the best things about living in a castle as a Lord is that I can
do pretty much anything I want. If I want to invite people over, I do
it! And if I want to learn something new, it's just a matter of
inviting the right
person over. That night at dinner illustrated the point well.
learning so much!” Lord Godric of Clan Storm boomed proudly. “All
three of you!” He grinned at my sisters for a moment each, and then
focused on me. “It's rare for a man not born to it to take up the
sword and do so well, but I think that you could probably defend
yourself pretty well in a fight. … So long as you aren't fighting
your mother or her wards,” he added in a quiet mutter.
father heard him and laughed. “Or
her sisters!” He sent an amused grin to Lord Godric's wife, the
pretended to glare at him for a moment, and then chuckled softly.
“It's true that your children aren't at the level they would need
to be to work in the dungeon, but that's not their goal. I think that
they have come very close to achieving their goal, which is simply
knowing how to defend themselves.” Her husband nodded in agreement.
Godric of Clan Storm was renowned throughout the Kingdom as the
strongest and best warrior. He spent many a year traveling the world
picking fights just to test and improve his skill, before returning
and entering their Majesties service. If he truly thought that my
sisters and I were doing well, then it must be true, but I didn't
like I was getting any better at handling a sword.
he was simply referring to my skills in unarmed combat. We were all
learning how to fight from Abattre just as I was learning the sword
from Godric, and I'll admit that I was pretty good at disarming my
opponent and using his weapon against him, it's just that I really
wanted to be an expert swordsman like a Lord is supposed
sighed, reminding myself to have patience. If Godric saw potential in
me, there must
be potential. Right? I'm still amazed that – according to my mother
– I am somewhat related to this legendary hero! It was a shock to
sit next to him at my mother's wedding, but after the initial awe had
faded a bit, Godric was an easy man to get along with. He had a sense
of humor that perfectly complimented his wife's no-nonsense attitude.
It was funny to watch them interact; they were a bit like Ardent and
glanced over at Ardent, wondering if she had thought about me at all
during the day. She was serenely eating her dinner, which was
actually unusual for her. It was normal for her to be yelling and
arguing over everything! I'd love to think that our morning had tamed
her inner beast, but I knew that the real culprit was that she was
also training with Godric, and he had sparred with her until she
literally dropped from exhaustion. I am almost certain that she
simply didn't have the energy to argue about anything!
sensed me looking at her, looked up, and gave me a tiny smile. I
returned her smile, and then shifted my attention to Glacèe,
who was frowning at me. This was also unusual as she was normally the
one who was serene at all times.
I wondered, my interest piqued.
are trying to learn the wrong weapon!” Glacèe
informed me. “You're talents are better suited to speed than
strength. Much like – well – most of Clan Blood. Lady Sanguine
and Sang-Soif have their nails, I have my lightning, and you...”
She shook her head in disapproval. “You're trying to learn the
sword when clearly
you'd be better with lightning or a whip or something light and
Godric mused, stroking his beard. “You might have a point...”
the sword!” I protested. “It's the weapon of a Lord!”
boomed with laughter. “That's certainly true! But it's not the only
weapon suitable for a Lord.”
guess,” I mumbled, letting the subject drop as I finished my food.
I – for one – would love
to learn how to use lightning!” Lily stated, puffing her chest up
sure you would, little one,” Godric replied, ruffling her hair
affectionately. “But I'm afraid that your father has forbidden you
from learning anything other than basic self defense until you are
Lily groaned. “That's so unfair!” She was clearly upset by this,
but she didn't bother to argue. She knew our father wouldn't change
his mind until he was good and ready to.
I returned to my room that night, I wanted nothing more than to fall
into bed and pass out. I was exhausted! Not even a hot and relaxing
bath sounded appealing, which would probably make my mother frown in
disappointment, since she'd once told me that a bath at the end of
each day was an excellent way to unwind and let go of anything I
didn't want to think about.
stared at the tub in shock, rubbing my eyes because I was certain
that I had something in them, making me see the impossible.
I murmured in confusion. “What are you doing bathing in my
took a deep breath and then purred as she exhaled it. “Well, I
guess you could say that I've gone mad...” She stood up so that I
had a good view of her naked body. I watched all the little streams
of water flow back down to the tub, drinking in the sight of her
was undeniably gorgeous in face, but her body was a bit on the plain
on the other hand, was rather plain in face, but her body was full
and curvy in ways I had only dreamed of seeing! I never once imagined
actually seeing Glacèe's
body, but now that I was, I sincerely wanted to touch it too!
smirked at me mysteriously. “Sit!” She commanded as she swept her
brunette hair up into a towel and twisted it in a way so that it
would stay on top of her head.
I murmured in confusion.
pushed me into a chair, nearly making it fall over in the process,
but one of her strong hands caught it before I tumbled to the floor.
She got eye to eye with me, her dark brown eyes staring intensely
into my own light brown ones, and then did absolutely nothing. I
found this a bit unnerving for some reason.
What are you doing?” I asked, still utterly baffled.
night, Sang-Soif, Ardent, and I had a very interesting conversation.
She was giving advice to Ardent, but I found myself surprise to
realize that some of it applied to me as well. You see, I was once a
slave. I had one rather decent master, and he took good care of me...
except that he liked to have sex with me whenever he wanted. He was a
small man, so he didn't hurt me – and by this I mean that he was
literally a midget with a penis the size of my little finger. He
couldn't hurt me, so I was able to more or less ignore what he was
elsewhere in my mind, I suppose. I formed an icy shell and retreated
inside it. My name is now Glacèe
for a reason...”
smirked at me again. “I had no choice until my master died and Lady
Sanguine bought me in the slave auction. She freed me and transformed
me into a confident woman. I don't have to let anyone touch me ever
again! But... I want to. I like to! I like having certain prisoners
at my mercy...”
frowned, not really understanding what she was trying to say. “What
does any of this have to do with me?”
purred again, a sort of menacing sound that made my hair stand up a
tiny bit. “Well, Sang-Soif told Ardent that she should make sure
her first time was with someone she wouldn't regret – since she had
a choice in the matter – and it got me thinking. If the only men I
ever have sex with in my life are a slave master and dozen or so
lucky prisoners, then what does that say about me? I just know I
would regret dying if I hadn't added at least one good man to the
mouth suddenly went dry and I gulped like a fish out of water. “Wait,
nodded very slowly so that I could see how serious she was.
why me?” I wondered. I didn't really want to do this if her answer
was that I was the only man available that fit her description of
I can already see how great you are going to be. You aren't going to
be the type who would ever get thrown in a dungeon. Your father
raised you to be kind and caring. You make me want to protect you
from men like those in my dungeon, and you make me want to be there
for you when you need me. I wouldn't call what I feel love. It's more
like... admiration maybe, or respect, but after thinking about having
sex with you, I suddenly realized that I would regret
not. Does that make sense?”
a strange way, it did. I think. Not able to speak because I was far
too nervous, I nodded.
stated. She gracefully rested her bottom on the table in front of the
chair I was sitting on, and then delicately placed a leg on each of
the arm rests. Her hand shot out and grabbed my hair, yanking my head
forward until it was buried in her womanhood. “Now, here's what I
want you to do.”
her directions, I quickly learned what a woman tasted like and that
there actually was a spot to make her feel good. I was ordered to
lick her for a long time, varying between circles and up and down
strokes. She even wanted me to suck on a tiny appendage that got
somewhat hard like a nipple. Doing so made her shake uncontrollably
and cry out in a way that was very loud and unashamed. I didn't
believe it was possible for Glacèe
to make such noises! She was always so quiet and calm.
when I felt like I was starting to understand what I was doing, she
pushed my head away, gasping: “Enough!”
watched her melt onto the table and wondered what I should do next.
She panted heavily for a few moments, and then started laughing
huskily. “Well done! Now it's time for you to get undressed.” She
rose up onto her elbows as she said this so that she could look me in
the eye. “I want to watch, and feel free to be embarrassed as you
get naked for me for the first time.”
wondered how she knew that? I mean since this wasn't technically my
first time having sex, shouldn't I be past the embarrassing
awkwardness of getting naked in front of a lover? I unbuttoned my
shirt slowly, her eyes making me all the more nervous until my hands
grinned at me in a way that was almost evil, clearly cherishing as
each piece of clothing came off. Suddenly, I was naked. I felt shy
and unworthy for some reason. I had an overwhelming urge to cross my
legs and hide the prominently hard proof that I was ready for her.
stood up from the table and started purring again as she stalked me.
I unconsciously took a step back each time she took a step forward,
until the back of my legs hit the side of my bed. I squeaked
pushed me hard enough for me to fall onto my back, and then reached
under a pillow. A moment later, she pulled a rope out of hiding, but
I had no idea how it had gotten there! I suddenly wanted to escape
from her, but she was used to dealing with men bigger and stronger
than me. I literally could not resist her as she tied my hands behind
my head in a way that I couldn't move them without choking myself.
she purred happily. “Now that that's settled...”
surprising strength, she repositioned me so that I was comfortable on
the bed with my shaft pointing emphatically at the ceiling.
Is this really necessary? I don't like having my hands tied up,” I
informed her, testing to see how much I could wiggle without
depriving myself of air.
worry, you'll be fine!” She assured me with a fake grin that
worried me to no end. I had visions of any number of terrible things
that she might do to me. Things she'd learned to do in a dungeon that
my father still
refused to let me see. Not even for a second; not even despite the
fact that this was my
castle and my
than beat me, as I half expected, she simply sat down on me, sliding
onto my shaft in one smooth thrust. Her womanly orifice was so soft
and silky and warm! I loved the feeling of her on my shaft.
remember one very important thing...” she warned me with a
mysterious smirk. “The only thing that matters is what I want. If
you try to shoot your load inside me – or worse, if you actually do
– you are going to be punished!”
Punished how?” I wondered, very apprehensive.
don't go off and you won't have to find out,” she stated with a
took her a few moments to get truly comfortable, but then she was
ready. One of her hands buried itself between her legs – no doubt
finding that spot she had shown me – and her other hand massaged
her breasts and pinched her nipples. All the while, she was sliding
up and down on my shaft. I went cross-eyed from the pleasure,
chanting : “Oh gods!”
rode me however she wanted, alternating between faster and slower.
Her inner muscles would get tighter each time she was about to start
screaming again, and then they would clamp down on me randomly. Each
time made my toes curl and I wished I could grab her hips and hang on
for dear life.
became apparent before too long that I wanted to fill her up. I ached
to fill her up! It was all I could think about, but I didn't want to
find out what a professional torturer would do to me as punishment if
I did. It became a form of torture figuring out how to stop myself
from cumming inside her when I wanted to so very badly.
am impressed to say that I lasted much longer than I would have
thought possible. The clocked chimed the quarter hour three times
before I could not hold back any longer! She was screaming for the
third or fourth time, and the way her muscles rippled all around me
felt like sheer and utter heaven.
Gods, please help me!” I begged, but it was too late. I was pumping
her full and it felt better than anything I have ever experienced in
my whole life! My throat felt raw as I roared in triumph.
laughed at me. A throaty laugh that indicated that she was planning
to do evil things to me. “I was wondering how long you would last.
I thought for sure that you were going to lose it right after I
started, but thanks to you, I feel glorious!” She leaned forward to
kiss me. “However, that doesn't mean that you won't be punished. I
I protested the best I could with a dry throat and heaving breaths.
“You just admitted that you kept going until I finished! If you
didn't want me to do it, then why didn't you stop a while ago?
I wanted to see what kind of stamina you had, and how long you could
last,” she admitted, then kissed me again. It was a lingering kiss
that would have helped wet my mouth if hers wasn't bone dry as well.
Then – as abruptly as she had slid onto my shaft – she stood up
and stepped forward until she was in position to kneel over my head.
She lowered herself until my face was once more buried in her
know what to do, and don't bother being squeamish about it. I'm not
going anywhere until I feel you've been punished enough.” Glacèe
wiggled her hips slightly, smearing the juices of our lovemaking on
my cheeks and chin.
was reluctant at first, but then she shifted just enough to cover my
nose and make it impossible for me to breathe. I had no choice but to
open my mouth and try to breathe that way, but it was no use. The
taste of us was strange, sort of sweet and salty at the same time. I
probed her with my tongue, finding the experience rather enjoyable
considering that I couldn't breathe and this was supposed to be a
punishment. She relented by leaning back just enough for air to reach
have no idea how long she made me suffer my “punishment,” but I
am certain that she was clean long before I was allowed to stop. She
shuddered delicately from time to time, sighing and moaning in
pleasure as she ground her hips into my face, but she didn't start
screaming again. Eventually, she gasped out: “Finally!”
wondered what she meant by this, but a hand soon let me know as she
reached back to stroke my shaft. “You also took quite some time to
get hard again, but I don't mind. It just means that you are not
likely to go off again no matter how long I play with you.”
stood up as abruptly as she did everything, and then settled herself
so that she was sitting on my shaft again. She was in no hurry this
time. I don't think she was in a hurry the first time, but this time,
she went frustratingly slow. She wasn't rubbing herself, but rather
rocking and grinding her hips as if searching for something. The look
on her face was one of deep concentration at first, but as time
passed, she looked blissful – as if she had found heaven or
something very close to it.
was then that she started thumping herself down on me in hard strokes
that made me grunt. It felt incredible, but I wondered what this was
doing for her. Each thump shook the whole bed, making a racket as if
someone was pounding on the wall. The walls were made of stone – I
think – so I'm not sure they could be pounded on and make that
noise, but it was interesting to think about.
thump also sent thrills from my groin throughout my body. I liked it
and wanted her to thump just a little harder, if possible. She
didn't, instead maintaining a steady pace of thumping for a good two
hours. By this time, I seriously wanted to fill her up again and go
to sleep, but she looked so happy that I was reluctant to interrupt
her. And besides, whereas before I couldn't stop myself from cumming
inside her, now I couldn't make myself do so! Instead, I was hovering
just on the edge, which slowly started to feel like another form of
she gasped softly. Her breath changed from focused to tiny pants –
as if she was trying to catch her breath but there was no air to be
found. One last powerful thump had her gasp and then sound as if she
was choking. She threw her head back and cried out to the ceiling as
her hands clutched the hairs on my chest. I could feel her whole body
vibrating in an almost magical way. It was contagious in that I now
had the ability to do what I desperately wanted to do; pump her full
and pass out.
she was done, she collapsed on top of me. Each breath was almost
musical as she moaned and sighed happily. She laughed softly, and
then kissed me.
I suspected, you were...”
I wondered, struggling to stay awake long enough to hear her answer.
best I've ever had,” she murmured in my ear. She kissed my cheek
and ruffled my hair, and then untied the rope binding my hands
together and to my neck. Finally, she slipped out of bed.
go,” I mumbled in sleepy protest. I wanted her to stay and help me
sleep, but honestly, I think she had taken care of that already.
must,” she insisted. “I can't stand anyone touching me while I
with that, she pulled a robe on and left my room.