Page 22 of War Mage

“Bastard,” I spit out, frustrated.

He stops his ministrations and cocks his head curiously. “That is not what you are to call me.”

I firm my lips together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But the insufferable orc sighs and leans back in his chair. “Then I guess we're done here.”

“Fine!” I burst out desperately. I don’t want him to stop. “Commander.”

“Good female,” he approves, then moves back to my breasts. His tongue is magic there. I have never been particularly fond of breast play, having found more pleasure in other things, but with his sibilanceplaying in the air, his vibrating tongue, and the unpredictability of his moves, I am feeling close to an orgasm, something I have never experienced though playing with my breasts alone. I gasp and sigh and mewl in pleasure, euphoric little lightning shocks dancing through my veins. I want to grab his head and pull it closer, keep him where he is as I ride closer and closer to climax, but through a great exercise of will I keep my hands above my head, knowing he’ll stop if I disobey. And I’m so, so close to my peak. I chase the sensation, but almost like he can read my mind, right when I’m about to come, Urim stops his attentions on my breasts, keeping me right on the edge.

I let out a frustrated groan. “Let me come!” I try to demand, but it sounds suspiciously like a plea.

“Patience makes the fruit of pleasure sweeter,” the orc comments, before taking his hands and moving my hips so that my clit is rubbing against his thigh again. I gasp at the sudden movement, my climax nearing again, but then when I’m about to crest the peak he stops again and moves back to my breasts. Again and again, he takes me almost to the point of climax, only to stop when I’m about to finally achieve satisfaction.

I feel like a raw bundle of nerves, my arms shaking with the effort it takes to keep them above my head, my body wound tight with frustrated anticipation.

“This is too much!” I gasp out. “Let me come!”

“If it ever is too much and you want me to stop, merely say, ‘surrender’ and I’ll stop immediately,” he says. “But I think you can take more.”

Bastard. He knows that I'll never say “surrender.” Not tohim, at any rate. But I want to come, every muscle in my body wound tight and begging for release.

“Please, commander,” I finally beg breathlessly, not caring about my pride, “let me come.”

Urim’s eyes darken as I call himcommander, my secret weapon to taunt him past the edge of his control. When I’m challenging and defying him, he can deny me all night, but when I finally break down and beg him sweetly, submitting to him, he has no defense against that.

I feel his hands leave my hips, going to the buckle at his warkilt.Yes. Yes!I almost sob with relief as he takes his cock out. It looks like a human’s, albeit green and larger than any of my past male bed partner’s cocks I’ve ever seen. It looks like it’ll feel so good, especially worked up the way that I am.

“Is this what you want, hellion?” Urim asks, though there’s no insult in his voice.

“Yes, commander,” I respond, my pussy getting even more slick as I look at his malehood.

“Then you may ride it,” he says, like he's doing me a favor. “But remember, do not come until I tell you that you may.”

I have no idea how I’m going to keep from coming. I’m so close to the edge that I feel like I’ll come if I get the slightest bit of friction. But I suppose I better try.

I attempt to shift on his lap so that my pussy is over his cock, but it’s difficult to maneuver with my arms above my head. After shuffling a bit and failing to get into position, I glance desperately at Urim, who just returns my gaze with a heavy lidded, unreadable look of his own.

“Please help me, commander,” I beg. “I can’t get into position without my arms.”

“Well, since you asked so prettily . . .” the orc returns, “you may take your arms down.”

I sigh in relief, taking my arms down and bracing them on his expansive chest. Once I’m steady, I slowly lower myself onto his ready hardness. I moan out loud, his cock splitting me open, filling me deliciously and pressing on all my sweet spots. Just like his tongue, it vibrates inside me. It takes me right back to the edge of climax and I can feel my senses teetering toward the peak.

“I’m going to come,” I groan.

“Not yet,” orders Urim firmly.

“I can’t help it,” I whine. “I don’t know how to stop it!”

“Picture the pleasure getting heavy,” the orc replies, his voice calm and hypnotic. “Picture it solidifying into a ball you can hold and keep from breaking.

I moan again, but I do as he says, picturing the feelings within me getting heavy and solid. My climax holds off, held at bay by the image, but a strange almost-euphoria spreads through my body, all the way down to the ends of my limbs, my whole body becoming an erogenous zone for the moment. A startled cry of confused pleasure spills over my lips and I feel a sense of satisfied amusement in our bond from Urim.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks. “Now, ride me and keep your climax at bay. I’ll tell you when to release it.”

With great effort, I start to thrust my hips, riding his hard cock like a mount, twisting and flexing so that he hits my sweet spots as I go up and down. All the while, I hold onto the image of my heavy climax, holding it down and not letting myself sail over the peak of my pleasure, but it gets more and more difficult the more that I move. Soon I’m whining and gasping, barely coherent as pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful overtakes my senses, unable to think of anything but release.

Just when it seems like it’ll be too much and I won’t be able to hang on any longer, Urim growls out, “Now, hellion. Come for your commander.”

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