Page 34 of Shadowbound

“Gods!” I groan as my eyes fly open. I see that Sylvanna is kneeling on the step stool before me and her perfect lips are ovaled around the crown of my shaft.

The sight alone is enough to make me come—how often have I fantasized about this? Almost as often as I dreamed of serving a woman with my tongue. I clench my hands into fists over my head and try not to buck and thrust the way I want to. I hold myself still, not wanting to gag or choke her. I can only imagine the punishment that would follow. The worst would probably be that she’d stop sucking me.

Sylvanna is looking up at me, meeting my eyes as she swirls her little pink tongue around the angry, throbbing head of my cock. Though I came last night, it feels like a thousand years since I had a release. I want her so badly I ache!

She pulls away for a moment and gives me a reproving look.

“No, Alaric—concentrate on the secret chamber. As the pleasure and the fire inside you build, let them spill over into your reservoir.”

She goes on teasing me like that for what feels like forever. I concentrate as well as I can, picturing the Holy Fire pouring into my heart chamber as she commanded me to. I begin to see the level rise in my mind’s eye and I wonder deliriously if I’m just imagining all this or if my magic really is going somewhere tangible.

Whatever the case, I sense that I’m getting close. The damn cockring won’t let me come, but I know the Holy Fire is going to erupt inside me, even if the cum can’t shoot from the tip of my cock.

I groan as I feel Sylvanna’s hot little mouth teasing me, licking and sucking the head as her soft hands stroke, urging me on, urging me to explode.

I’ve only felt this way in battle. This extreme build up of the Celestial Fire inside me is dangerous and somewhere deep inside, I seem to feel something else stirring, something that’s been slumbering all my life turning over in its sleep, getting close to waking.

Then it happens—my desire reaches its peak and though the cockring clamps off my cum, I can feel the Holy Fire rushing out of me. I don’t want it to hurt my Mistress, though! Desperately I try to picture it flowing into the reservoir but it’s fucking hard to concentrate when I’m so distracted with the pleasure and the throbbing ache of my shaft.

To my relief, the Holy Fire doesn’t shoot out of me and consume everything in a two-meter radius like usual. In fact, my skin gets hot but I don’t see any evidence of it at all. The reservoir I’m picturing, however, looks full.

“Good…that’s so good, Alaric!”

I look down and see that Sylvanna has stopped sucking me and teasing me with her tongue. She’s looking up at me with approval that makes my heart clench—I pleased my Mistress! I fulfilled my orders. Gods, I want more of this feeling—the knowledge that I gave her what she asked for and she’s happy with me.

But the next minute I feel a wave of shame. I’m only here to get The Heart of the Eclipse—that’s the only reason I’m submitting to this treatment, I remind myself. I shouldn’t care about her approval. But at the moment, I’m almost too exhausted to care either way.

“Gods, Mistress…” I sag, panting in my bonds. “That was…incredible. But I’m still so fucking hard.”

“Your magical reservoir is full, though,” she tells me. “Your secret chamber is filled with your Holy Fire. Now, if you wished to, you could go out and spend it without having to use either pleasure or pain to build it and goad it into action.”

I see what she’s saying.

“It’s like having a crossbolt already on the bow,” I say, thoughtfully.

“Exactly—it’s good when you’re a magic user to be prepared. There are others who won’t wait for you to bring your magic into play—it needs to be ready to go,” she tells me. “Now, let’s do it again.”

“Again?” I look at her in disbelief. Can I stand to keep on doing this?

But Sylvanna’s eyes are stern as she nods.

“We’re going to increase the capacity of your secret chamber, so you can store even more. But this time, I think we need a little extra stimulation.” And she snaps her fingers and whispers a spell.

“Extra stim—? Fuck!” I groan, for the “tail” she inserted into me earlier is now humming and vibrating, rubbing and teasing that secret spot inside me. It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it!

“Good.” Sylvanna’s lush mouth curves into a wicked smile. “Now, again.”

I don’t know how long she teases me…how many times she brings me to the brink and then the damn cockring stops me from coming though my Celestial Fire keeps pouring into the secret chamber of my heart. But it happens over and over and over until I have to beg for mercy.

“Please, Mistress!” I groan. “No more! I can’t fucking stand it!”

At last she stops. With a snap of her fingers, the “tail” inside me stops buzzing and teasing that special internal spot. I sag once more in my bonds, nearly fucking delirious with the need to come.

I want her so badly—want to fuck her, to skewer her soft little body on my cock and thrust deep in her tight, wet pussy. I want to spill my seed inside her, the way the Holy Fire has spilled again and again into the reservoir she taught me to build in my heart.

“Be calm, my Paladin.” She touches my forehead as she did the night before when the dream of the mad priest tormented me. At once I feel a cooling wave wash over me and my eyes clear. I still want her but the fuck-lust that raged inside me moments ago has been tamped down considerably.

“Why…why did you do that?” I ask her as she stands on the step stool to untie my hands.

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