Page 52 of War Mage

Without warning he steps away from the wall, leaving me for a moment without support, and I think he’s going to drop me. But instead, he expertly swings me around so that I’m facing the wall and he’s taking me from behind. Then, without a word, he surges forward again and at the same time brings his hand down on my flank in a stinging rebuke.

“Do not come without my permission,” he reminds me darkly, before picking up his rhythm. His cock within me vibrates with the force of hissibilanceand I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm builds. He spanks me again, that little bit of pain heightening my pleasure and I groan, squeezing down on his cock.

“How am I supposed to keep from coming when it feels so good?” I moan.

“You’ll do it or you’ll be punished,” he promises, his words a delicious threat. Then his hand comes down on my rump again.

Over and over he drives into me, occasionally spanking me, keeping me guessing. My climax builds with brutal force, but I try to hold onto it. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder what his punishment will be and anticipation grows. My desire to behave wars with my desire to rebel and my climax steadily climbs higher, almost reaching its peak.

“Can I come, commander?” I whine out breathlessly.

“No,” he growls coldly. “Hold on until I say.”

But then the bastard increases his pace, pounding into me mercilessly. And gods, the decision goes out of my hands because I come without realizing it. My back bows with the force of my orgasm, my channel bearing down on his cock and I cry out.

“Naughty hellion,” he says, though he doesn’t sound too angry. “Now you’ll take your punishment like a good female and prove that you can behave.”

I’m about to choke out a sassy retort when his thrum increases, making my words choke off and his hips still drive into me with that merciless rhythm. I come again. Then again. Then again. Soon it’s too much.

“Please!” I gasp out. “I just came! I need to rest!”

“Since you like coming so much, you’ll come as many times as I want you to, until you’ve learned your lesson,” Urim tells me, not stopping his rhythm.

I cry out as another climax rolls through me. It’s too much and tears start rolling down my face. “Please! Rest!”

“If it ever becomes too much, hellion, just remember; you can make it all stop by saying ‘surrender,’” Urim reminds me.

I shake my head desperately, even as I come again. “Never!”

“Then take your punishment, hellion,” the orc says. “You’ll stop coming when I’m finished.”

Soon I’m just a ball of nerve endings, unaware of myself. I can’t stop coming as he thrums and pushes into me. At one point I think he lifts me so that my back is leaning against his chest and pistons up into me, his hand snaking around to my front and teases around my clit. It’s too much and I sob out as another climax takes me. I’m not even sure how many times I climax and I think I even black out for a moment from the pleasure-pain of it all, because before I know it, I’m laying on one of the cots, Urim behind me, spooning me. His cock is out of me and his hands are stroking up and down my arms and sides, more soothing than arousing. His touch helps me center myself, even as my still throbbing pussy winds down.

Urim kisses my neck and temples, murmuring praises. “You did so well, Adara. Such a good female. Took your punishment so well. You were perfect, sweet girl.”

An involuntary smile grows on my face and I lay my head back on his shoulder, accepting his praises and care as I come down from the intense sensation of being made to come so many times.

“You have remade me,” Urim is saying, kissing my hair. “With your passion and fire. You are the mate of my spirit.”

I sigh in contentment at his words. “Did I do well then?”

“You were everything I could have ever dreamed of and been too afraid to have,” he says, stroking my arm again. “A mix of angel and hellion, just right for me.”

Suddenly the warm feelings of the bond are soured with a feeling of apprehension and fear.

“What is it?” I ask, turning in his arms so that I am facing him. “What’s wrong?”

“I . . .” he begins before trailing off. He starts again, “. . . I am afraid of losing you. Of what is coming. Of facing Grazrath. I have never been this afraid on a mission before. Part of me wishes to spirit you away to safety, even as I know that that would doom the whole world. My duty wars with my heart and I’ve never experienced that before.”

I stretch up my face to kiss his lips softly, comfortingly. “I must carry out this mission, Urim,” I say. “Not only to save the world, but for the freedom of my friends at the Mage’s Tower. My life is not worth the expense of so many lives.”

“It is to me,” Urim replies solemnly. “If I could, I would allow a hundred worlds to burn to keep you safe.”

“But it is not up to you,” I say firmly. “It is my decision and being your mate doesn’t change that. For all the gods’ sakes, that is why we became mates in the first place.”

“Do you not feel that things have changed?” Urim asks, still serious.

I shake my head. “Not enough to risk being selfish and allowing a demon to destroy the world and the mages of the Tower to stay little more than indentured servants to the Crown that never gave a damn about them. You are an orc, with your vaunted ideals of freedom and personal choice. Shouldn’t my brothers and sisters have the same rights as you?”

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