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“I told you to relax.”
“This isn’t what I... expected.”
“Come now,” the Apprentice presses their fingers deeper, and Valerius stutters his next breath.
“Can’t,” he moans.
“Relax.”
Valerius’ chest is flush with the sheets, ass high in the air. The Apprentice fingers, three now, bury as far as they’ll go. He’s shaking, legs weak. Two orgasms will do that to a person, but the Apprentice isn’t done with him yet. Valerius delights in how the Apprentice takes their time, breaking him apart bit by bit until he’s sure that he can’t be reassembled. He wouldn’t even hint at a complaint, not when they take such good care of him.
“How can I help you relax, dear? I love having you like this, but this is for you. You love being on your knees for me, holding yourself together with threads as I do whatever. I. want to.”
Valerius shudders as the Apprentice strokes harsh over his prostate, enunciating their words. He sags into the pillows spread on their bed, keening pathetically. It’s so much. He’ll never be prepared for this much pleasure all at once. He doesn’t want to. It’s better like this.
“I’d keep you like this if I could. No worries, only my hands on your skin and the orgasms I wring from you. I’d rig you up in knots, something blue or purple. They’d look so good, match the bruises I’d leave. You’d look so good. Can you imagine it?”
Their words stop as they kiss along his neck, and Valerius’ mind runs wild. He’s seen the marks they leave often enough, in the mirror at his vanity. Valerius wishes he had the strength to lift his head, to kiss them back. He can’t do more than press closer as they work to mark a line along his shoulders. The nip of teeth and the lave of tongue is enough to distract from the way their fingers slow to a harder pace. He aches, and by the time they’ve satisfied themself Valerius misses their voice. Their teeth pinch as they dig and dig into the meat of his shoulder, one last time. Valerius finds his voice, gathers his thoughts as they pull back to admire the impression of their teeth.
“Tell me more. Keep talking,” he asks, and though it is muffled into the pillow, the Apprentice understands.
“I’d keep you in my bed, hard for me. I would ride you until your dick was chaffed, and not let you come without my permission. I’d keep you plugged up with the stone plugs, the obsidian ones would look lovely against your skin. I could bring others as well. Lucio is always at my beck and call. Nadia and Julian enjoy you as well. They would be jealous that I had such a pretty, well-behaved pet. Doing just what I told you, just what you were made for.”
Valerius is swept up by their words. He’d get too used to the comforts of the Apprentice’s bed. Their pillows, their praise, their touch would spoil him, until the outside world made him ache for their rooms. Valerius whines as images continue to blink across his eyelids.
“I know you like the beads, from Nadia’s toy collection. The ones Asra enchanted. You like the way they stretch you wider when you squeeze down on them. It always makes you twitch when they do. I’d stuff you full, and work you up, but I wouldn’t let you come. You would relax, and when they had shrunk again I would get a hand on you, bring you to the edge before stopping again. Get you caught in your pleasure until you can’t think past being filled and getting off.
“Imagine I used the plugs instead. Nadia’s are bigger than any of the ones we use. I could train you, spend hours on you until you can take the biggest plug she had. I like that thought. You’d be sloppy with lube by the time we were done.”
The Apprentice hooks their fingers against his prostate, and Valerius jerks. A moan erupts from him, but he doesn’t do more than tremble against them.
“You— ah,” Valerius starts and stops again, mouth hanging open to drool on the pillow under him as he near screams into the pillow.
“Asra and I have been working on spells, you know? The things I can do to you with just a snap of my fingers because we haven’t used those yet. My hands will be hot sand or tundra snow against you, and you’ll never know which I will choose as you writhe under me. Each brush could feel like millions. You could have two of me, that never tire. I’d be filling your greedy mouth and gaping ass for days. We would fuck you between us until you couldn’t sit up, let alone walk. But I wouldn’t let you’d cum. I’d keep you on edge until you begged me for it.”
“More!” Valerius pants, bleary eyes meeting the Apprentices. They smile down at him.
“Or I might make you come until you beg to stop. I don’t know which I like more.”
Valerius falls apart spectacularly then, climax taking him impossibly. He comes dry with a shudder and a shake that collapses him fully to the mattress. Gravity helps him settle. The Apprentice’s fingers slip out of him. He feels empty and open, but his is a mush of skin, muscle, and bone.