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Sylvanna

T he pure devotion shining in his beautiful blue eyes almost undoes me. I can tell that he’s been waiting his whole life for this—to submit to the right woman. It surprises me how much I feel for my new Blood-servant, though I haven’t known him long at all.

Of course, part of my affection for him comes from knowing so much of his past. I’m glad that the Jewel of Knowing isn’t addictive or destructive—it’s been so helpful.

Still, I’ll take it off when I sleep tonight.

It’s better not to use any magical artifact for too long, unless it’s made to be used long term.

Like the Collar of Control and the magical cockring I placed on Alaric—those won’t harm him even if he wears them the entire time he stays in my service.

I murmur a quick cleaning spell to wipe away the wine of the circle and his seed which was spilled during the ritual. I hope my Paladin enjoyed his orgasm—it’s the last he’ll get for some time. Then I lead him into the bed chamber.

“Where do I sleep? Beside you?” he rumbles and casts a hopeful look at the bed.

I shake my head.

“No, I don’t allow my Blood-servants to sleep with me.

” I don’t elaborate on that—don’t tell him that the last man who slept at my side was Kraven and he tried to Drain me.

It’s going to take me some time to trust again.

Even a male as straightforward as Alaric appears to be will have to prove himself before I can feel comfortable letting him sleep at my side.

“Where then? On the fucking floor?” he asks, scowling.

“I have a servant’s bed—it pulls out from the foot of my own bed.”

I walk to the carved wooden end of my tall canopy bed and push the hidden latch in the footboard. A trundle bed comes sliding out. It’s not quite long enough for Alaric’s immense height, but he can curl up or let his legs hang over the end. And the mattress is extremely comfortable.

He takes a look and his scowl deepens but he only shrugs and says,

“Better than sleeping on the ground like I have been, I guess.”

“I’m glad you’re making the most of it,” I say lightly. “I will allow you on the bed for my nightly power building session but when it’s time to sleep you must go to the servant’s bed.”

“Power building session?” he asks, frowning. “What’s that? I don’t understand.”

“Magical power isn’t free,” I explain as I settle myself in the center of my bed with my back against the padded headboard. “It must be paid for—worked for. It must be earned through pain, pleasure, or blood.”

“That’s not true—my Celestial Fire just builds up inside me,” he counters.

“Only after you hurt yourself. Or in the case of the Binding Ritual, when you feel pleasure,” I point out. “Either way you’re building magical power. In time, I will train you to store your power inside your person. For now, the collar you wear will store it when it overflows. ”

“But how do you build power?” he asks.

“Come and see.” I motion him to the foot of the bed. “You may watch me but you cannot touch, understood?”

“Understood. Hands off,” he growls, but settles across from me willingly enough. He’s still naked and I can’t help enjoying the sight of his big, muscular body. His cock has gone down a little but it hardens again immediately when I spread open my robe, revealing my body.

“Gods, Mistress—you have the most beautiful breasts and the sweetest little pussy,” he murmurs hoarsely.

“Thank you, my Paladin,” I say, smiling. “Then you should enjoy watching me build power.”

“Why do you need to, though?” he asks. “Can’t you just use your Shadow Magic?”

“I did use it—several times tonight when I caught you and restrained you,” I point out. “My personal reserve is now low—I need to refill it. Also, I need to send some magic to my tower so things will keep working smoothly.”

As I speak, I reach into the drawer of my bedside table and withdraw my pleasure wand.

It’s made of a long, deep purple crystal that glows from within when I use it.

The minute I take it in my hand, it begins to hum.

I rub its smooth tip across my tight nipples.

They’re already sensitive from the way Alaric sucked them earlier and the tingling vibration of the magical crystal feels good on my delicate flesh.

“Gods, Mistress,” Alaric murmurs, his eyes suddenly lazy with lust. “Are you really going to pleasure yourself in front of me?”

“You can feel free to…to join in, if you wish,” I say breathlessly. I rather like having an audience for my power-building sessions. “I have no objections to you touching yourself while you watch me—though of course the ring I placed on your shaft won’t let you come.”

He shakes his head.

“I told you—self-abuse is a sin.”

“Then I suppose I’m going to Hell for this,” I say and begin sliding the smooth head of the pleasure wand down my body.

I spread my legs so he can get a good view and slide it between the lips of my pussy.

I moan and arch my back as the tingly vibration teases my clit.

Goddess of Pleasure, that feels so good.

“Gods, Mistress!” Alaric’s deep voice is a groan and I see his big hand is hovering over his shaft.

“Go ahead,” I urge him breathlessly. Goddess, I like the feeling of his eyes on my body! Kraven was so cold to me near the end, right before he tried to Drain me. It’s been a long time since a man looked at me with such desire and lust.

“I shouldn’t,” he groans but when I slip the pleasure wand inside my pussy and begin to fuck myself with it, he can’t hold out any longer. I see his big hand sliding over his cock at the same rhythm I’m using to thrust the wand into my pussy and I know that we’re in sync.

The only difference is, though we have the same tempo and rhythm, I’ll be allowed to come and he won’t.

We stroke in time with each other and I admit, I put on a show.

I love how hot it makes me to show him my body—it boosts my own pleasure which in turn boosts my magic.

This has always been my preferred method of building power, though many in my land prefer to do it through pain or blood.

But I can build enough to refill my own inner reservoir and power my tower for an entire day with a single orgasm. Why do it any other way?

“Ahh—that feels so good!” I moan as I thrust the crystal power wand faster. “Mmm, my Paladin—imagine if it was your shaft inside me. Imagine me riding you, fucking you until you begged for more and came, shooting your seed deep in my pussy!”

“Fuck!” he groans, his eyes fixed on my body as I pump my hips with pleasure. Teasing him is making me even hotter. Despite the orgasm he gave me earlier with his tongue, I want more—I always want more. Some say there is Succubus in my bloodline—I tend to agree. I’ve always been eager for pleasure.

At last I reach the peak. Moaning, my back arching, I thrust the crystal wand deep in my pussy. It’s glowing from within, drinking in my pleasure as it explodes out of me, sending some to my tower. At the same time, I feel my inner reserves being replenished.

I can see that Alaric is reaching his peak at the same time…and then being denied. He groans as the ring at the base of his shaft tightens, cutting off his pleasure and leaving him wanting and engorged.

“Fuck!” he growls again. “I can’t fucking come!”

“Your orgasms… belong… to me , Paladin,” I remind him, panting a little. “I’ll let you know…when you’ve earned one.”

His eyes flash.

“You know, Mistress—teasing a man like this is dangerous.”

“Not when I hold the key to your collar and your cockring,” I say sternly. “Are you threatening me, Paladin?”

“No—fuck, no! It’s just…Gods, I’m fucking throbbing over here, Mistress! Watching your beautiful body…watching you pleasure yourself and make yourself come…it’s too fucking much!”

“Would you rather not be involved next time?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “I can send you from the room if you’d rather not watch.”

“Fuck no!” he exclaims. “I’d watch even if I knew the sight would make me go blind. I just…it fucking hurts .” He cups his balls, which really do look a bit swollen. But I am not prepared to be merciful.

Alaric is a big, powerful warrior who’s used to being in charge everywhere he goes.

He must know from the start who is in control.

If I cede any of my power to him, he won’t respect me and our whole relationship will be skewed.

Though I prefer to lead with love and gentleness, I must be stern at least in the beginning.

“You’ll get used to the ache,” I tell him. “Now come here.”

He comes to me at once, as though he was hoping for an invitation.

“What do you want me to do, my Lady?” he asks.

“Slide that out of me and clean it—with your tongue.”

I gesture to the crystal pleasure wand, still buried deep in my pussy.

I see Alaric’s eyes widen…then he groans low in his throat and I know something else about him.

He rather enjoys acts of subjugation and humiliation.

I suppose I should have known it from watching his earlier memories with that priestess, but it’s certainly driven home by how eagerly he obeys me.

He withdraws the long, deep purple crystal and—holding my eyes with his own—licks it clean, tasting my honey eagerly.

I’m half inclined to have him give my pussy a tongue bath too—for a virgin, he’s certainly an extremely quick learner in the art of pleasuring women.

But I decide to hold off. Tasting pussy is one of my new Blood-servant’s deepest desires.

I must save it for special occasions as a reward or when I need to raise a lot of power.

“Very good, my Paladin,” I murmur as he finishes licking my wand clean and hands it back to me. “Do you enjoy the taste of my pussy?”

“Mistress, your honey is sweeter than anything I ever dreamed of,” he says.

“Your answer pleases me,” I tell him. I decide I will be lenient after all. “You may kiss me goodnight,” I tell Alaric.

He leans towards me but I shake my head and point between my thighs.