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I do as she asks, going back to my knees on the velvet pillow. I can still feel the hard flagstones beneath it. My new position puts my face just a little higher than her lovely, bare breasts. Her dark nipples are tight and still shiny with the Binding Honey she painted them with.

“Are you ready to speak your oath, my Paladin?” she murmurs to me.

“Yes,” I hear myself say. “I am ready, Mistress.”

“Very good—let me hear it and then you may seal it by licking the honey from my skin.”

My voice is hoarse as I say the words. Part of me can’t believe I’m taking her Oath…

but part of me can’t wait to be hers. I don’t know if that’s sick or weak…

or if, as she claims, it shows a special kind of strength.

I only know it’s part of me and I can’t stop myself from wanting her and what she’s offering.

“I yield my body, strength, and pride

I vow ever to be at your side

Your mark I wear, your name I bear

In bonds of love beyond compare,” I say to her.

“Very nice.” She nods approvingly and I feel a surge of pleasure in knowing that I pleased her.

“Now let me clean the honey from your skin,” I say hoarsely.

How many nights have I dreamed of such things?

Of pleasing a woman with my mouth and tongue?

Often I had to rise and use my flail, striping my own back bloody to quell the illicit desires within before pain took the place of pleasure and I could go back to sleep.

“Oh, Alaric…” Her glowing eyes are soft and she strokes my cheek. “It breaks my heart that you felt the need to hurt yourself, just for having normal needs.”

“I didn’t want to let them get out of hand,” I admit in a low voice. “I didn’t want to hurt a woman—to burn her with my Holy Fire if I tried to act on my desires.”

“You can’t burn me, my Paladin.” She caresses my cheek. “Come, clean the Binding Honey from my skin.”

She doesn’t have to ask me again. I reach for her…only to have her step back.

“No. Hands behind your back,” she orders. “Your mouth only may touch me. Later you may earn the right to use your hands but not tonight.”

I put my hands behind my back and she nods.

“Very good. Now, again…”

She steps forward and I capture her left nipple in my mouth. It’s tight and sweet with the honey and I suck it hard, swirling my tongue around the ripe tip as she moans and cards her fingers through my hair.

“So eager, my Paladin!” I hear her say. “That’s right—suck me hard. Your mouth is so hot—it feels so good!”

Gods, I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven! Though the priests at the Citadel would no doubt say this is Hell—this sin of submission and pleasure with a wicked NightBorn Shadow Magic wielding sorceress. I don’t give a fuck. If this is Hell, then let me stay here with her and never fucking leave!

I switch to the other nipple when she taps my head and says, rather breathlessly,

“All right now—that one is clean, I believe.”

I suck and lick, taking as much of her full breast into my mouth as I can. I love to hear her moans and feel her fingers in my hair, urging me on. But finally, she pulls away.

“Enough now—it’s time for you to clean the honey from my clit,” she murmurs.

“Your…your pleasure pearl, you mean?” My voice is ragged and my breathing is harsh in my own ears. My heart is pounding—I’m so fucking close! I can feel the Celestial Fire building inside me, the same way it does when I give myself pain and will it to fill me for a battle.

“Yes, my Paladin.” Reaching down, she parts the lips of her pussy, showing me her pearl, still shiny with honey and with her juices. “Come now, can you clean me?” she purrs.

I’m going to come if I taste her—I won’t be able to fucking help it. I know it to my bones and I can’t fucking wait.

I lean forward, remembering all the times I pressed my face to the place between the priestess’s thighs and was stopped by her long robes. But this time there are no robes between me and my prize—finally I can have my heart’s desire.

Hands still clasped behind my back, I press my mouth to her sweet center. I can feel her heat against my tongue and taste her sweet and salty juices. Her scent—a warm, feminine aroma—envelops me and my cock throbs.

“Good, that’s good, my Paladin,” she croons.

I can feel her tugging my hair and pressing my face against her.

I only wish she was lying down so I could open her and explore her more thoroughly.

I want to slip my tongue inside her. Or even better, I wish she was above me, riding my face.

Gods, the thought of her ample curves pressing down on me as she feeds me her sweet pussy is too fucking much!

With a groan, I feel myself start to come. For a moment, I’m sure that the magical cockring will stop me. But then I hear her say,

“Just this once, Alaric.”

And then the cum is surging out of me. Even though she isn’t touching my cock it throbs with release as ropes of my seed splatter on the flagstones again and again, over and over as I press my face between her thighs and lick and suck and taste as I’ve been longing to do from the moment I first saw her.

Finally, I finish coming…and yet my cock doesn’t go down. I’m still licking her—I don’t want to stop. And she doesn’t seem eager to make me stop either.

“Oh yes—there! Right there,” she moans and grinds her face against me. Is she reaching the edge as well? Am I giving her so much pleasure that she’s coming? The idea makes me even harder. Gods, it’s like I never came at all!

But at last she shutters to a stop and pushes my face gently away.

“You’re doing so well, my Paladin,” she murmurs as I look up at her, panting. “I’ve never had such excellent service before! Truly, your tongue is magical.”

My cock surges again at her words and I feel a sense of pride I’ve only felt in the past when I laid the head of a dragon at the feet of my liege lord. I gave her pleasure…and her honey is still smeared all over my mouth and chin and cheeks.

“Thank you, my Lady,” I say hoarsely. “For fulfilling my fantasy. For giving me what I’ve dreamed of for years.”

“Ah, Alaric—this is only the beginning,” she promises, smiling down at me. “You know, for a virgin, you’re very good at giving pleasure. How did you manage it?”

I feel my cheeks get hot but I answer truthfully.

“I’ve dreamed of it so often…rehearsed in my mind what I would do.”

“Of course, you did.” She strokes my cheek. “You were meant to be owned—meant to be mine.”

And at that moment, belonging to her is all I want. I forget that I’m the highest ranking knight in all of Solaris. All I want is to stay kneeling at her feet, pleasuring her with my mouth until the end of time.

Unbidden, new words rise to my lips.

“My Lady Sylvanna,” I say. “I vow myself to your service. My body shall be your shield, my shoulders shall bear your burdens, and my lips shall keep your secrets. I will pleasure you in times of joy and comfort you in times of distress. Not a drop of your blood shall fall unless all of mine has first been shed. I will not leave your side until you bid me to go.”

Her eyes are suddenly bright.

“Oh, Alaric—that’s beautiful . Thank you,” she says gently.

“Mistress, I mean every word,” I tell her. I wish fiercely that I could gather her into my arms. I want to hold her now…or maybe I want her to hold me. I can’t tell. I just know I want to be close to her.

But apparently that isn’t allowed for she takes a step back and closes her robe to hide her beautiful body.

“Rise, my Paladin,” she says. “The Ritual of Binding is over and your Oath has been accepted. I will keep you by my side until you ask to be released.”

I can’t imagine wanting to leave her now—though a part of me knows I’m here on a quest that has to end sometime. Eventually I must get The Heart of the Eclipse and bring it back to the GodKing—to whom I also swore a binding oath.

But for now, I just want to stay here with Sylvanna and never leave her side.