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Alaric

I try to hold back while Sylvanna rubs her soft, sweet pussy against me—I swear I do! But the Old Gods know, there’s only so much a man can bear and she’s been fucking teasing me all day long. Still, I do my best not to come at once.

“That’s right, my Paladin,” she murmurs as she rubs her wet heat against my aching cock. “That’s right, hold back—don’t come yet. Not until I tell you to.”

“I’m…trying…to hold back,” I grit out, my jaw clenched. Gods, if only she didn’t feel so fucking good against my shaft! I swear it feels swollen from being so hard for so long.

“You’re doing so well, Alaric—you’re being so good for me,” she murmurs. Her bare breasts are swaying in time with her motion, the tight, dark nipples look so suckable. I wish I could reach for them but her Shadows have my wrists and ankles bound tight to the bedposts.

I don’t know why being tied down like this makes me so much harder—why it makes me ache inside with desire and longing. What is it about submitting to this woman that breaks all my internal barriers and makes me feel helpless and so fucking hot?

There are no answers to these questions—only desire building and building as she rubs her soft, wet pussy teasingly against my cock and whispers that I can’t come yet…not yet…not until she tells me to.

At last, when I feel like I’m going to fucking explode, she kisses me gently on the mouth, looks into my eyes and murmurs,

“Come for me, my Paladin. Come now!”

Her words are what I’ve been waiting for. With a groan of pure release, I finally let myself go. I feel the seed boiling up from my balls and when it shoots from the tip of my cock, I feel the Celestial Fire exploding outwards too.

This time, however, the Fire goes directly into the secret chamber of my heart—my “reservoir” as she calls it—without me even having to send it there. Apparently her training worked, since I don’t blow everything around me to ashes.

The orgasm is the most intense one I can ever remember having—even more intense than the shameful, furtive ones I had when I was younger and trying, but failing, not to fall into the sin of self-abuse.

It damn near blows the top of my head off and the cum shooting from the tip of my cock paints my belly and chest liberally with my seed.

“Goddess of Pleasure,” Sylvanna murmurs, looking down at the mess I’ve made as I lay panting under her. “Look at you, Paladin—I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a male produce so much.”

I look down at myself and groan. I really am a mess.

“I need to clean myself, Mistress,” I tell her. “Will you let me up?”

“Not just yet, I don’t think.” She dismounts from me and I see that my shaft is shiny with her sweet juices.

I can’t help remembering how good they taste—how it felt to have her riding my face and my cock twitches, as though it wants to go for another round.

Having her sweet pussy and ass pressed against my mouth, smelling her sweet feminine scent, and feeling her thick thighs on either side of my head as she moaned and ground herself against me was the fulfillment of a life-long fantasy… one I want to experience again soon.

Sylvanna comes back soon holding a wet rag. She uses it to clean me up, wiping away my spilled seed though I’m sure she could do it by magic. But she seems to like handling my body and I can’t complain—I fucking love her soft little hands on me.

She finishes by locking the cockring around the base of my cock again where it stays by magic, even though I’m only half-hard. Then, at last, she makes a motion to her Shadows and they dissipate, releasing me.

I reach for her at once. I can’t explain why I need to hold her so badly right now, but I do. Maybe it has something to do with being made so vulnerable—being held down as she made me come. But I need to be near her—need to feel her soft, curvy body pressed against my own.

Sylvanna seems to understand my need, for she twines her arms around me and pulls me close.

“My Paladin, you’ve been so good for me today,” she murmurs in my ear. “I know it’s not easy for a man like you to submit. You’ve been the biggest and the strongest all your life—it’s not easy to give your body and your will to another.”

“No, it’s fucking not,” I growl in her ear. But what I don’t say is though it’s not easy, it feels right. I don’t know what it is about Sylvanna—why I want to submit to her. But then again, I don’t really—do I? I’m only here for The Heart of the Eclipse.

“You can believe whatever you want to, Alaric,” she murmurs in my ear and I know she’s been reading my thoughts again. “Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better. But you can’t deny that you submitted beautifully to me today and I think, if given a chance to choose, you’d do it again.”

For a moment, I want to push her away and deny her words.

Of course I wouldn’t be submitting if I wasn’t on a quest!

But I can’t stand the thought of not touching her…

not holding her. Her skin is so soft and it feels so good to be close to her as I’ve never been close to anyone since I was a tiny child—before my Celestial Fire started to burn people.

I remember how she gave me her healing nectar the night before—how she let me suck her breasts until she drove away the nightmare of the mad priest and I know I can’t let her go.

Though I won’t admit it to myself, I’m already starting to love her. But I won’t understand the extent of what I’m feeling until I almost lose her…