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Alaric

“I magine your heart,” Sylvanna says, which surprises me.

“My what?” I ask.

“Your heart,” she repeats patiently. “It has four chambers. Now imagine that there’s a fifth chamber—a secret one that no one but you knows about,” she says.

“This secret chamber is your reservoir. It’s where you’re going to keep the overflow of your magic.

When it gets to be too much and you feel the ‘Holy Fire’ flooding you, I want you to picture it pouring into that chamber. ”

“How is this going to help me?” I ask. “How—fuck!”

Because she’s reached into my trousers and taken my shaft in her hand. She’s caressing it with long, firm strokes that make me feel weak in the fucking knees!

“Mistress!” I groan and I feel the Holy Fire rising.

“Good, now let it rise in you, then send it to your reservoir,” she says, still stroking me.

I struggle to do as she says. The pleasure of her touch is so much more than I ever hoped for—I just want more and more of it. And she seems willing to keep stroking me as long as I do as she says.

With difficulty, I bring the picture of a secret chamber in my chest to my mind’s eye. Then I picture the Holy Fire rising in me like liquid flames. I see it pouring out of me and into the chamber, filling it slowly but surely.

“Good, that’s good my Paladin!” The Jewel of Knowing flashes and winks at me from her temple. I know she can see what I’m picturing and she approves. I must be doing it right.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I picture the golden streams of magical fire flowing through me. And since my eyes are closed, I miss what happens next. I don’t know anything about it until I feel something warm and wet enveloping the head of my cock.

“Gods!” I groan as my eyes fly open. I see that Sylvanna is kneeling on the step stool before me and her perfect lips are ovaled around the crown of my shaft.

The sight alone is enough to make me come—how often have I fantasized about this?

Almost as often as I dreamed of serving a woman with my tongue.

I clench my hands into fists over my head and try not to buck and thrust the way I want to.

I hold myself still, not wanting to gag or choke her.

I can only imagine the punishment that would follow.

The worst would probably be that she’d stop sucking me.

Sylvanna is looking up at me, meeting my eyes as she swirls her little pink tongue around the angry, throbbing head of my cock. Though I came last night, it feels like a thousand years since I had a release. I want her so badly I ache!

She pulls away for a moment and gives me a reproving look.

“No, Alaric—concentrate on the secret chamber. As the pleasure and the fire inside you build, let them spill over into your reservoir.”

She goes on teasing me like that for what feels like forever.

I concentrate as well as I can, picturing the Holy Fire pouring into my heart chamber as she commanded me to.

I begin to see the level rise in my mind’s eye and I wonder deliriously if I’m just imagining all this or if my magic really is going somewhere tangible.

Whatever the case, I sense that I’m getting close. The damn cockring won’t let me come, but I know the Holy Fire is going to erupt inside me, even if the cum can’t shoot from the tip of my cock.

I groan as I feel Sylvanna’s hot little mouth teasing me, licking and sucking the head as her soft hands stroke, urging me on, urging me to explode.

I’ve only felt this way in battle. This extreme build up of the Celestial Fire inside me is dangerous and somewhere deep inside, I seem to feel something else stirring, something that’s been slumbering all my life turning over in its sleep, getting close to waking.

Then it happens—my desire reaches its peak and though the cockring clamps off my cum, I can feel the Holy Fire rushing out of me.

I don’t want it to hurt my Mistress, though!

Desperately I try to picture it flowing into the reservoir but it’s fucking hard to concentrate when I’m so distracted with the pleasure and the throbbing ache of my shaft.

To my relief, the Holy Fire doesn’t shoot out of me and consume everything in a two-meter radius like usual. In fact, my skin gets hot but I don’t see any evidence of it at all. The reservoir I’m picturing, however, looks full.

“Good…that’s so good, Alaric!”

I look down and see that Sylvanna has stopped sucking me and teasing me with her tongue.

She’s looking up at me with approval that makes my heart clench—I pleased my Mistress!

I fulfilled my orders. Gods, I want more of this feeling—the knowledge that I gave her what she asked for and she’s happy with me.

But the next minute I feel a wave of shame. I’m only here to get The Heart of the Eclipse—that’s the only reason I’m submitting to this treatment, I remind myself. I shouldn’t care about her approval. But at the moment, I’m almost too exhausted to care either way.

“Gods, Mistress…” I sag, panting in my bonds. “That was…incredible. But I’m still so fucking hard .”

“Your magical reservoir is full, though,” she tells me. “Your secret chamber is filled with your Holy Fire. Now, if you wished to, you could go out and spend it without having to use either pleasure or pain to build it and goad it into action.”

I see what she’s saying.

“It’s like having a crossbolt already on the bow,” I say, thoughtfully.

“Exactly—it’s good when you’re a magic user to be prepared. There are others who won’t wait for you to bring your magic into play—it needs to be ready to go,” she tells me. “Now, let’s do it again.”

“Again?” I look at her in disbelief. Can I stand to keep on doing this?

But Sylvanna’s eyes are stern as she nods.

“We’re going to increase the capacity of your secret chamber, so you can store even more. But this time, I think we need a little extra stimulation.” And she snaps her fingers and whispers a spell.

“Extra stim—? Fuck!” I groan, for the “tail” she inserted into me earlier is now humming and vibrating, rubbing and teasing that secret spot inside me. It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it!

“Good.” Sylvanna’s lush mouth curves into a wicked smile. “Now, again.”

I don’t know how long she teases me…how many times she brings me to the brink and then the damn cockring stops me from coming though my Celestial Fire keeps pouring into the secret chamber of my heart. But it happens over and over and over until I have to beg for mercy.

“Please, Mistress!” I groan. “No more! I can’t fucking stand it!”

At last she stops. With a snap of her fingers, the “tail” inside me stops buzzing and teasing that special internal spot. I sag once more in my bonds, nearly fucking delirious with the need to come.

I want her so badly—want to fuck her, to skewer her soft little body on my cock and thrust deep in her tight, wet pussy. I want to spill my seed inside her, the way the Holy Fire has spilled again and again into the reservoir she taught me to build in my heart.

“Be calm, my Paladin.” She touches my forehead as she did the night before when the dream of the mad priest tormented me. At once I feel a cooling wave wash over me and my eyes clear. I still want her but the fuck-lust that raged inside me moments ago has been tamped down considerably.

“Why…why did you do that?” I ask her as she stands on the step stool to untie my hands.

“You’re much bigger and stronger than me, Alaric.” She gives me a serious look. “I have my Shadows to protect me, but you also have magic stored in you now. I can’t be too careful with another magic wielder around—especially one as powerful as you are.”

“I’m not a magic wielder—I’m a Holy Warrior,” I say, but my voice lacks conviction.

“Come, you’re all worn out,” is her reply. “Let’s get something to eat and relax for a while. Then later, I’ll let you bathe me.”

My cock, which has been aching and leaking for what feels like hours, surges again. Gods, I want to put my hands on her! I want to cup those full breasts and roll her tight nipples between my fingers. I want to slide into her pussy and tease her sweet little clit…

“When can I bathe you?” I ask, my voice husky with need.

She gives me an amused glance.

“In good time.”

And with that, I have to be content. Because my Mistress still holds the cards—she has the key to the collar and the cockring and the Shadow Magic to hold me in check. I’ve never felt so fucking vulnerable…or so fucking hard and hot in my life.

I know she’s told me that I have a reservoir of magic now, but I’m not quite sure how to use it. It feels dangerous inside me—like having a cocked crossbow in my hands but not knowing which part of it is the trigger that might set it off.

These thoughts circle my mind as I pull on my trousers and follow her up the spiraling staircase with my cock still hard and my balls aching.

I wonder when she’s going to let me come?