Page 66 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Please what, Rooster?”

“I want that big truncheon inside me.”

“You do, do you? Well, isn’t that convenient, because that’s just what you’re going to get.”

The swish of oil on flesh preceded him nudging the tip of his battering ram at my rear entrance, hot and impossibly large. But the egg had prepared me, and he sank in with little trouble.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered. “Oh God.”

He was not any quieter.

“Jesus. Oh, Jesus, fuck. Fuck it. I want to ravish you.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Rooster. I shall flood you with my seed and perhaps even get you with child. You never know. There is some magic at work in you.”

The very thought of the captain planting his seed in me proved intoxicating. Though I didn’t think a babe would result, the idea of Captain Martin attempting such a thing aroused me to no end. He was a man of his word and did plow me to within an inch of my life, holding the ropes that held me captive and reaching places inside me that had never been touched before. Of that I was certain.

His sounds of pleasure and excitement were even more exquisite. I babbled, moaning and pleading for him to continue, harder, harder, more, more.

His breathing became more and more urgent, his grunts and exclamations more frequent. He had one hand on the rope and one hand painfully digging into my hip when he went deep and stilled, crying out as he emptied into me.

I felt euphoric and contented, in a spiritual way, as if I served as a vessel for an important ceremony. Except, now I was on the edge of completion. And I couldn’t touch myself.

“Please, Captain. Please!” I begged.

He laughed softly, withdrew himself to my whimpered protest, and slipped the stopper back into me.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my God.”

“There. A suitable vessel for my seed, you are.”

He slapped my arse and walked around to stand in front of me.

“What the fuck, Captain?”

“What’s the matter?”

“I need to spend. I’m so fucking close.” I sobbed with frustration. “Please!”

“How can I say no to my beautiful Rooster?”

I laughed hysterically with relief as he poured more oil into his hand and wrapped his fingers around my cock, giving it several hard jerks.

“You’ll have to be quick, mind. I’ve other things to do.”

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I cried out. “Fuck. Fuck!”

His free hand slipped over my hip and found the base of the stopper, which he shoved and twisted.

I gasped as I spent in huge bursts that shot over his knuckles, my body spasming as the beam that held me creaked and protested.

“No, no, no!” I stuttered as the pleasure took me, protesting the way my culmination overcame me without my control. “Oooh!”

Finally, the intensity of the blissful spasms eased, and I became a boneless bag of jelly.

“There we go. Now you’re happy, aren’t you?” He sounded immensely pleased with himself.