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Sylvanna

F or a moment, we just look at each other.

I wonder if Alaric is ready for this. I’ve been training him with larger tails lately, but this is the first time I’ll be actually using a phallus to fuck him instead of just inserting a tail.

If he lets me. I swore to him I wouldn’t fuck him until he begged me to—he’s been resistant to it up until now.

He surprises me by going to one knee before me.

“Take me, Mistress,” he says, his deep voice hoarse with emotion. “Fuck me—I give myself willingly.”

My heart seems to swell until I think it might burst. My sweet Paladin! He’s so big and strong he could break me with one hand but he’s willing to submit without question.

He’s willing to submit because he loves you…as you love him, whispers a little voice in my head. I don’t know if that’s true—after Kraven’s betrayal, I thought my love had died. But training Alaric these long weeks has brought back emotions I thought I’d never feel again.

“My Paladin,” I murmur and card my fingers through his hair. “Thank you for being willing.”

“I’ll give you anything you want—anything you need, Mistress,” he says. “Just tell me how you want me.”

“I think I’ll need to cuff you to the frame—that’s the object the spell is tied to,” I say thoughtfully.

He frowns.

“But that fucking thing just shocked me!”

“Now that I’ve divined the spell, the magical charge should be gone,” I say. I put a hand on the black iron experimentally and sure enough, no charge.

Alaric tries it too. He puts out a hand and grips the frame then nods in satisfaction.

“You’re right—it’s fine now.”

Then he tries to shift it away from the door, but though his muscles strain and the cords in his neck stand out, it doesn’t budge so much as an inch.

“ Fuck ,” he growls. “I was hoping now that it wasn’t charged anymore I could just scoot it away.”

“No such luck,” I say. “We still have to break the spell to move the frame and open the door. Which means I’ll need to cuff you…but not just yet.”

“Oh? What are you waiting for?” Is that a note of eagerness I detect in his deep voice? My Paladin, who at first was so reluctant to submit, has become more and more willing to give me what I want in these past weeks. Maybe because it’s what he wants too, though it’s hard for him to admit it.

“I need you to get me ready first. Ready to fuck you.”

I walk over to the wall where a whole array of harnesses with phalluses already attached are displayed.

I choose one with a smooth amber crystal phallus a bit bigger than the largest tail I’ve been using on Alaric.

The spell said there had to be pain as well as pleasure—he has to really feel it when I take him.

But that’s not the only reason I’m choosing this particular phallus and harness. I like it because there’s a second, smaller phallus on the other side—one for the user to wear.

“Gods, Mistress—that’s a fucking big one,” Alaric says when I bring it back to show him. “Which end is for me?”

“You know which end, my Paladin.” I run my fingers over the long, thick amber shaft I’m shortly going to be fucking him with. “Do you think you can be a good Blood-servant and take this nice and deep for me? Do you think you can spread your thighs and let your Mistress fuck your tight ass?”

His Adam’s apple moves as he swallows hard, but I can see the bulge in the front of his trousers. He wants this and he likes it when I speak to him this way.

“Yes, Mistress,” he growls softly. “I can be good for you.”

“And look…” I stroke the smaller phallus as well. “While I’m fucking you, you’ll be fucking me as well—in a way.”

“I’ll fuck you any way I can, Mistress,” he growls and I know I’ve touched a nerve.

I still haven’t taken his virginity—that is, though I’ve teased him with my pussy many times, I’ve never let him slide his thick cock all the way inside me and spend his seed in my pussy.

Nor do I intend to, anymore than I want to drink his blood.

Either of those activities would make our inevitable parting much too difficult and painful. So using the double-ended phallus together will probably be as close to fucking as the two of us will ever get.

But first Alaric needs to get me ready.

I still have on the elaborate Court dress I wore to dinner, but I can fix that.

I say a few words and wave a hand over myself.

At once, the dark purple lace melts into a different configuration.

The bodice becomes a corset with demi cups which lift my full breasts and put my tight nipples on display.

The skirt becomes shorter and parts in the middle, displaying my matching purple lace panties.

And then the crotch of the panties parts as well, baring my pussy for my still-kneeling Paladin.

I feel a rush of pleasure as I do my magic—I’m already anticipating his mouth on me.

“Come here, Alaric.” I beckon to him. “Lick me and get me ready to fuck you.”

He growls eagerly and comes to me on his knees, his face filled with unbridled lust. I can see the flames in his eyes again—as with any strong emotion, this is raising the Holy Fire within him.

He reaches me and loops one strong arm around my right thigh. Then he lifts my left thigh up and hooks it over his broad shoulder.

“Oh!” I gasp, glad that I have the steady iron of the whipping frame behind me for support. “Alaric, I?—”

But my sentence ends in a moan because he’s already rubbing his rough cheek against the curls on my mound, then turning his head to slide his tongue between my outer lips.

“Oh, my Paladin!” I sigh with pleasure as he tastes me, pressing his face against my core as he takes long, hungry licks of my pussy. His hot, wet tongue sliding over my sensitive clit never fails to make me wet.

I love how eagerly he eats me—how desperate he is for my juices. As he tastes me, he raises his eyes to mine, seeking to know that he’s pleasing me. Which he absolutely is.

“That’s good, my Paladin—that’s perfect,” I purr as I rub myself against him, riding his face the way I know he loves. In the past few weeks he’s perfected his technique—he knows exactly how I like to be licked, exactly how to make me come.

I run one hand though his hair as I grip the harness with the double-headed phallus in the other. I can’t wait to fuck him but for now, I can scarcely think of anything but how good it feels to have him tasting me.

“Fuck, Mistress!” he growls, his voice muffled as he licks and kisses me. “You taste…so fucking… good.”

Before I can answer, he sucks my clit into his mouth and begins teasing the right side of it—which is my favorite place to stroke when I’m touching myself, as he well knows. I’ve showed him before—he loves to watch me pleasure myself.

“Oh yes! There, Alaric—right there!” I moan and arch my back as my grip tightens in his hair. I’m grinding against his face now, gasping and panting as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, I’m there—my orgasm rolling through me as he teases my clit with his tongue.

“Oh…Goddess of Pleasure!” I cry, my hips bucking against him. “Yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I have no need to order such things, though.

My Paladin has always been eager to give me pleasure…

and to taste my juices. When I feel the spasms of pleasure lessen, he dips lower and begins to lick away any honey I might have spilled on my inner thighs.

Then he gives my pussy a gentle and thorough tongue bath, making me neat and clean again.

“That’s good, my Paladin—very good,” I praise him. “But now it’s time for you to help me into the harness so I can fuck you.”

His eyes go dark as he looks up at me.

“Yes, Mistress—give it to me,” he growls.

I hand him the harness with the double-sided phallus and he helps me step into the leather loops. Then, slowly, he slides the shorter end into my pussy, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he watches me take it.

“Gods, Mistress—look at your sweet little pussy swallowing that thick cock.” His voice is harsh with lust. “Wish it was my cock filling you up.”

“You know why we can’t,” I say and stroke his hair as I shift my hips getting used to the thick rod inside me. “I wish we could, my Paladin.”

“I do too.” He sighs and helps me tighten the straps. “There—how does that feel?”

In fact, it feels amazing . The smooth amber phallus has a broad upper lip that rubs my sensitive clit, making me need to come all over again.

“It feels like I’m ready to fuck you,” I purr, stroking his cheek. “Get up—I need to get you cuffed to the whipping frame.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He rises to his full height, towering over me, and I realize we’re going to have to make some adjustments for me to reach him. Luckily, I see a step stool nearby—the Queen is also much shorter than some of the submissives she trains—or used to train—here.

The stool will be useful for later, but first I want to get Alaric ready to be fucked, the same way he readied me to fuck him.

I strip him to the waist and then, using the stool, I cuff his hands over his head. Then I take a black silk blindfold from a stack near the flogging rack and use it to cover his eyes.

“Mistress?” he asks, moving his head blindly, as though looking for me. “What the fuck is this all about?”

“This is to heighten your sensations…and heighten the magic,” I murmur in his ear. “This is an extremely strong spell we’re trying to break, my Paladin. I’m going to use your reactions—your pain and your pleasure—to overcome the magic the Queen left to guard her Royal Collection.”

He shivers but doesn’t protest. Instead he says,

“Do what you have to, Mistress. I’m yours.”

His words of submission send a flutter of emotion through me. The fact that he’s willing to make himself vulnerable for me, makes me want him even more. And the sight of his big, muscular body, bare and stretched on the whipping frame, is tantalizing to say the least.

“I’m going to take my time with you, my Paladin,” I tell him. “I’m not going to fuck you to start with—we need to work up to that.”

As I speak, I pluck a long, plume-like feather from the wall of instruments and begin to slide it delicately over his exposed chest, paying special attention to the flat, copper disks of his nipples.

He shivers all over, his head turning blindly in my direction. I made sure the blindfold was tight enough that he couldn’t see anything.

“Gods, Mistress!” he groans as I slide the feather lower, tickling around the waistband of his leather trousers. There’s already a bulge in the crotch that lets me know my Paladin enjoys the uncertainty of what I might do to him next.

I flip the feather around and use the other end to scratch his skin.

He shivers but doesn’t protest as I use it like a quill to write my name on his broad chest and then lower, on his muscular belly.

I like claiming him this way—the red lines linger on his tan skin tantalizingly.

And adding a bit of pain to the pleasure has only made him harder, I see, as I look at his crotch.

Deciding I want to see the extent of his arousal, I come around the front of him and cup the long, hard ridge of his cock in one hand.

Alaric groans deep in his throat and thrusts against me, clearly enjoying my touch.

“Mmm, it seems to me that you like the idea of getting fucked, my Paladin,” I purr in his ear as I stroke him. “Do you? Well, do you? ” I ask, squeezing him the way Sister Beatrice used to—using the Grip of Correction on his shaft.

“Yes…Mistress,” he grits out, his jaw clenched. His hips buck helplessly as I tease him with this little taste of his past. “Gods, yes—do what you want with me!”

“I will, my Paladin.”

Abruptly, I unfasten his trousers and strip them down, freeing his long, thick cock. It’s harder than I’ve ever seen it and already leaking precum. My pussy clenches around the thick rod inside me at the sight. He wants this—wants to give himself to me. And I want to take him.

“You’re being so good for me,” I purr, taking him in my hand and stroking his thick length. “But I don’t want you to come just yet—you need to hold back for me, my Paladin. Even without the cockring, you have to hold back. Can you do that?”

“I’ll…do my best, Mistress,” he growls, but his hips buck, pumping his cock into my hand.

I lean down and suck the head—just the head—into my mouth as I cup his heavy balls.

I swirl the tip of my tongue around the broad crown, tasting the salty flavor of his precum as he groans and writhes in his bonds.

But he doesn’t thrust into my mouth—he knows that’s against the rules.

I’ll take exactly as much as I want and no more, thank you.

Any attempts to fuck my mouth while I’m tasting him results in the end of his pleasure—so I have trained him and he’s very good at obeying by now.

“That’s good, my Paladin,” I praise him, when I rise at last. “You managed not to come while I was sucking and stroking you—very good.”

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, Mistress!” he groans. “I can’t even see what you’re doing to me!”

“Be patient, my Paladin. You’ll know what I’m doing soon enough,” I tell him.

And then I reach for the pot of Opening ointment.