Page 59 of War Mage

Just when I feel that I can’t take more, he stops, dragging me off his face, and sits up, letting me fall boneless next to his proud, jutting cock.

“My turn, hellion,” he says, but there is affection in his voice. “Show me how well you can worship a cock.”

I take his words as a challenge and raise myself onto my knees. I hover my face over his cock, smelling his clean male scent, the scent of sweet oat soap mixing with his natural musk. I breathe on his cock, knowing that the blowing air will be a tease.

“Remember to say ‘surrender,’ if it gets to be too much,” I tease.

“Hellion,” he says, but his tone is still affectionate. Then I swallow him down, as deep as I can get him. He’s big, the biggest cock I’ve ever sucked, but I am stubborn and determined and have trained my gag reflex away years ago with other partners. So I take him into my throat and swallow around his length before bobbing up and working his cock with my mouth and throat. Urim groans and growls in approval, his hand lightly holding the back of my head encouragingly as I move over his hard length. His precum spills out of his tip, shockingly sweet and pleasant, unlike human spend at all. I hum with pleasure at the taste and his hips jerk lightly as he moans at the sensation. I feel powerful in this moment. I want to bring him to his knees, felled by my mouth on him. I move faster and faster, sucking harder and harder, my jaw aching.

He grunts, “That’s enough Adara. I’m going to come.”

But I don’t stop. I want him to come, I want to see him undone and at my mercy. He groans again. “Adara, hellion, mate, I . . .”

But I plunge him all the way down my throat at that moment and swallow again and he comes, his sweet flavor filling my mouth and throat as he reaches his climax. When he finishes I pull off him and cheekily show him my empty mouth, the evidence that I swallowed all of his spend.

“I knew it,” he growls. “An angel and a hellion all wrapped into one, just for me. Now you need correcting, hellion. You need to learn to do what you are told.”

“You like me not doing what I’m told,” I retort. “Otherwise, you couldn’t punish me.”

His hand shoots out and he drags me across his lap, his cock already hard and ready again. When my rump is in the air, he brings his hand down on my upturned bottom, the stinging rebuke sending shocks of pleasure and pain through my body as his thrum still plays in the air.

“You know what to do, hellion,” he says, raising his hand up again. “Count.”

“No,” I breathe out, just to see what he will do.

“You’ll get two more strikes for each time you refuse to count,” he warns. Then he strikes two more times, the last time hitting right on my wet cunt.

“Ah!” I cry out. “Bastard!”

“That’s not my title,” he says calmly, bringing down his hand again. When I don’t count he brings his hand down twice more, both times on my pussy.

“Fuck!” I call out. “Six! That’s six!”

“Good female,” Urim approves, stroking a finger along my seam and teasing my clit. “Four more.”

“Four?” I choke out incredulously. “Ten strokes just for sucking your cock?”

“For making me spend somewhere other than your pussy,” he confirms. Then his hand comes down twice in quick succession.

“Ugh! Seven, Eight!” I count.

“Good. You are doing well, my mate,” Urim says, his voice warm. Then his hand comes down again, right on my pussy.

I cry out again, but this time the sting of his hand stokes something deep in me, like an amalgamation of pleasure-pain coiling deep within me. Could I come just from being spanked?

“Nine,” I barely gasp out in time.

“Last one,” my mate says, his tone steady but sounding almost proud of me. The bond is alive with affection and a darker feeling of possession. Then his hand comes down, this time on my rump and I don’t know if I’m disappointed or not.

“Count,” he reminds me.

“Ten,” I breathe out, collapsing across his lap and feeling spent. But Urim isn’t done with me yet. He pulls me and I find myself on my back, covered with his strong body.

“You did so well, my mate,” he purrs out, notching his hardness at my throbbing pussy. “But you can take more can’t you?”

“Yes, commander,” I say, smiling cheekily.

“Good hellion.Myhellion,” he says and then surges forward, seating himself inside me. I barely have time to adjust to the intrusion when he pulls out almost completely and then surges forward again. And again and again. Eventually, we build a rhythm and I meet him stroke for stroke, a deep orgasm building. When I get to the peak I remember to ask, “Can I come, please, commander?”

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