Page 59 of Boundless
To his delight, it didn't take much more to tip her over the edge once more, Daega keening her release into his ear. But he only had a moment to enjoy his victory before the world was sliding around him, and Len found himself on his back, his pants being ripped open by sharp claws as a demon-woman loomed over him. His cock twitched against his leg, precum seeping out the swollen tip.
"That's enough teasing," she groaned, straddling his hips as she finished freeing his straining member. "You forget who's in charge, pet." She stroked him roughly, squeezing his head with one hand while tugging on his sac with the other, pulling his balls away from where they were trying to snug up closer against his body. He cried out, his head falling back.
"Y-you're always in charge, D-Dae," he promised her, his hips canting into her grip as she continued to stroke him roughly. She was usually more gentle with him, but there was something about the edge that she was adding now that was thrilling him. He bit his lip, his eyes locked on her hands and on her bare glistening pussy just behind them, hovering over his lap. "I just w-wanted to take care of you."
Her tail thwapped against his bare thighs like a switch, making him jump and yelp from surprise. "Naughty pet, telling fibs." She tugged on his sac again, rolling his balls and pressing a finger down along the seam to separate them. He hissed, the sensation not quite pleasurable, but exciting all the same. "I told you what I wanted," she continued, her voice low and dangerous and so, so delicious, "and you decided that you knew better."
"Whatever shall I do to punish you?" she asked, her sly grin making her fangs glint.
Len was rapt, his eyes locked on her face as she considered him. She could decide to draw and quarter him and he thought he’d still be game. Something gleamed in her eye, and then she was up, shuffling to the small wooden box she called her treasure chest, where she kept all the lovely toys she liked to use in their bedsport. She withdrew a sizeable leather strop, slapping it into her palm to test it. The reverse side, he noticed, was covered in something soft, piquing his interest further.
“Hands and knees, pet,” she growled, and he scrambled to obey, his dick throbbing hard where it hung heavy between his legs. She stopped at the edge of the bed, silent, ears straining for any sign of what was to come.
He started the littlest bit when something plush trailed over the curve of his ass, the touch warm and featherlight, goosebumps prickling in its wake. He tries to subtly arch his back and cant his hips back, chasing the sensation.
But the instrument left his skin, to be replaced by a stinging slap as leather met flesh, making him cry out and jolt. In the next moment, the softness was back, and Len whimpered, his cock an aching bar of iron.
She did it again, smacking the meat of his ass and then soothing it. “How is this, pet?” she asked, her hand on him, kneading where she’d struck.
“I—more, Mistress. Please. I…want you to keep punishing me.” He bit his lip, waiting to see what incredible thing she’d do next. She gently fisted his hair, pulling his head back until she could reach his throat to nip at him carefully.
“That’s myverygood boy,” she growled, and his shivered.
“P-please,” he begged, whimpering when she released him to smack him again, this time at the backs of his thighs. She struck him again, just a little higher, and he spread his legs, exposing his sac to her. As if reading his mind she lashed out a third time, the pain this time sharp enough that he loosed averyundignified squeal, his sac throbbing from the blow, but his arousal working itself to to an incredible height.
She switched to soothing, pressing reverent kisses to his hot skin. “Still alright, pet?” she murmured, stroking the soft side of her strop up and down over the spots she’d abused.
“Yes,” he breathed, sagging forward so that his face hit the mattress. “I c-can take it. I want it.”
She hummed appreciatively, resuming her attentions. This time when she struck him he stroked himself, crying out as pain and pleasure fused and set every nerve alight. She was careful with him, giving him a firm hand but avoiding causing too much pain in any one spot.
After a few more rounds with the strop she set it aside, coaxing him back onto his back and mounting him. The both groaned as her slick heat wrapped around him, her weight a comforting pressure on his hips. His backside burned and throbbed pleasantly, and his hands went to her thighs, stroking up and down the smooth skin.
“You enjoyed that, did you?” she asked breathily, riding him in earnest. From how soaking wet she was, he knew she’d thoroughly enjoyed herself.
“I did. Th-though I don’t feel very punished, I’m s-sad to say.
Daega laughed, throwing her head back, and he laughed along with her, his hands caressing her sides and stroking her swelling belly reverently. "What do you need, my love?" he murmured, catching her eye. "We've been left alone for too long. Someone's b-bound to come bother us any minute now, and I want you to c-come on my cock."
Daega sighed, shaking her head, but began to ride him in earnest, her wings shivering behind her as her pleasure began to build. He kept one hand on her hip and used the other to pet her clit. She cried out, her rhythm stuttering. He thrust up into her harder, pleasure licking up and down his spine in a hot caress, his eyes sliding shut as his awareness tightened in on Daega's slick heat slowly pulsing and squeezing around his cock. He felt her come, but it was weaker than her orgasms had been, so he rolled them, easing her onto her back and getting one leg up over his shoulder. She was so much bigger than him that it was her knee, rather than her ankle, by his ear, but he'd long since stopped being self-conscious about their size difference, because it was stillhiscock driving into her, making her dark gray skin flush, and it washisbody working hers to such heights, so that her eyes rolled and noises poured out of her like she was dying, like she was possessed—the signal that she was close to a big one.
"Sweet Delenaa, Len—" Her hands gripped his biceps, her claws digging in hard enough to draw blood that he could then feel dripping down his arms, but that was all so far away in comparison to the vise grip of her cunt around his cock, milking him, dragging him to his own peak while her screams of pleasure coated his ears like sweet honey. He lost feeling in his legs briefly as pleasure like a bolt of lightning cut through him, wrenching his balls up tight against his shaft so they could empty into her tight body in hot spurts that rocked through him. He wanted to sob, his whole body shuddering and throbbing with the force of his orgasm.
When it was over, his vision didn't clear like it was supposed to, and he swore faintly, collapsing onto his stomach beside Daega.
"Len? What?—Oh, fuck, is it a fainting spell?" All he could manage was a weak grunt and a nod, but by now she knew what to do: she emptied one of the elixir pouches Granny had cooked up into a cup of water and mixed it, helping him roll over and sip some. Once he'd managed to drain the cup he was feeling less like he was going to immediately faint, but he still wanted to lay still for a bit just in case.
"V-Vitrin's mercy, Dae," he mumbled, finding her thigh when she lay beside him to cuddle him. "I know you wanted to punish me…but that was a l-low blow..."
She slapped his chest, snorting. "Don't be a cunt. No one told you to come that hard. 'S no one's fault but your own." She loosed a yawn so huge her jaw cracked. "Feeling better then, pet?"
"Yes, thank you. For that and...for distracting m-me."
She huffed a laugh, peppering his face with kisses. "I like to think of it as more like...reminders. That for all that your father is a bastard, full of spite and close-minded hate, you havemenow, full of love and care and absolutegallonsof your seed."
They both laughed at the mental image, but Len had to admit that when he looked into her eyes, when he held her hand or stood close against her side, he felt that love and that care, and he felt a fire inside himself that burned with the desire to protect those beautiful gifts she'd given him, no matter what else it might cost him.
Even if it was beginning to look like he might have to kill his own father. To protect not just Daega and their growing family, but the treaty and the hope and peace that it promised.
