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“Oh-kay.”
Jester stepped back and cast a critical eye over her work, hands resting on soft hips as she slowly looked over the bed.
“Hmm. Not bad. The ropes could be more colourful but otherwise you look really good, Fjord!”
He didn’t answer her. Couldn’t, with the gag in his mouth. His arms were bound behind his back, shins tied back to his thighs in a manner that had his legs held shamelessly open, an intricate, criss-crossing weave across his torso.
He couldn’t believe he’d let her talk him into this…still, he couldn’t help but admit he was rather looking forward to what she had planned. He could feel his cock twitching and swelling between his legs as he looked up at her helplessly.
She was a vision as always, naked but for the shimmer of her tattoo in the low light. The single warm lamp cast shadows over her soft curves and rolls, leading his eye down to her hard and pretty cock, framed by her fluffy blue bush. She was lovely.
Vaguely aware he should probably respond, he made a low grunt around his gag and she giggled.
“Are you excited, Fjooord?” She teased, leaning in closer.
Swallowing nervously, he nodded.
“Got your bell?”
He jingled the bell he held clenched in one hand. With his mouth bound, dropping it was the only way he could alert her to an issue.
“Perfect. Now then…hmm.”
His skin felt warm and two sizes too tight under her gaze as she began to pace around the bed, Fjord unable to close his legs and hide bashfully as was his instinct. All he could do was lay there, pinned under her gaze like a bug.
And he kind of loved it.
A hand on his thigh made him twitch, pulling him out of his reverie.
“Stay with me, Fjord.” She was closer now, leaning over him as he nodded.
“Good boy.”
She leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss on his gag and why in the hells was that doing something for him?
He let out a weak groan as she stepped back and knelt down, reaching under the bed.
“I think…you need a pretty little toy to play with tonight. You’re being sooo good, after all.”
He could hear her rummaging in the little chest they kept under the bed, his imagination running wild at the sounds he heard. Perhaps the clamps she so loved him to use on her? Or the little flogger? Or-?
She stood up and Fjord’s eyes bulged, a muffled noise caught on the gag as he reflexively tried to cry “Little?”
The dildo in her hands was huge. He didn’t recognize it. She must have bought it recently. For him. His pulse roared in his ears as he stared wide eyed at the thing. It must have been as thick around as his wrist, at least!
“Pretty, right? Now, I know you’re only used to me, so don’t worry. I’ll ease it in. Good thing you bathed before we started playing!”
Then she was kneeling between his legs and lowering her head and Fjord jolted, a muffled shout swallowed up as he felt the wet warm touch of her tongue someplace a good deal lower than his aching dick.
She’d-
She’d never-
Not like this-
He tried and failed to hold back the noises ripped from his throat as he felt her tongue work him open. It was wet and smooth and gods above and below did it feel good! He wriggled against the bonds and moaned as he melted into it, the stiffness of shock washing away at her touch. His hard cock lay against his belly, the red hot line of it throbbing in time to his rapid heartbeat as she ate him out like she was starving.
The press of an oiled finger came as a welcome surprise, Fjord instinctively trying to spread his legs wider despite the ropes. His addled mind flashed back to the first time he’d agreed to let her mount him, how he’d gone from nervous and stuttering to biting into the sheets as he frantically worked himself to the best orgasm of his life. Gods, she was going to ruin him.
“Relax your belly, OK?”
He nodded, drooling around the gag as he forced himself to relax, breathing slow and deep as he tried to focus on keeping his hole relaxed. Something big and blunt and cool pressed against him, and he thought he’d be more afraid but that wicked tiefling tongue had licked the fear right out of him, and all he could do was lie there and tremble with lust as she slowly, slowly thrust the dildo home.
Gods…
It was so big, so thick…
Fjord tossed his head helplessly on the pillow, groaning as she worked it deeper. Every time he thought that surely she’d put the whole thing in, another inch nudging its way inside would knock the wind from his chest.
By the time she sat back, her sweet blue face flushed a deep indigo, he swore he could feel it up inside his lungs. He was burning up, desperate for the wet friction that came with a good hard fuck, wriggling in his bonds as his eyes locked onto hers, pleading.
“Oh, you’re very pretty.” she said, breathless. Almost absently, she fondled her cock as she watched him. “In fact…You’re so pretty, I just have to draw you.”
And with that, she pulled up a chair and grabbed her sketchbook from the bedside table.
You cruel vixen! He wanted to scream. He was so hard and hungry and desperate and she was going to make him wait!
Sure enough, she flicked the sketchbook open and took up a pencil, the room filling with the sound of its busy scratching. Occasionally, she would put it aside to briefly stroke herself, before taking it up again as Fjord thrashed and snarled and worked himself up into a frenzy of lust. Every time he moved the dildo gave him just enough of a nudge inside to tease him, but nowhere near enough to give him what he craved, what he needed.
“You’re being so patient, Fjord. Does it feel good?”
He barely managed a nod, already nearly soaked in sweat. With his heartbeat roaring in his ears, he’d almost missed her speak.
Laying down her sketchbook, she reached out and brushed a lock of damp hair from his eyes.
“How about this? Does this feel good?”
She muttered a command word.
And the dildo sprang to life inside him.
Fjord jerked as the sudden shock of the vibrations jolted through him, before arching his back as much as he was able and letting loose a full throated scream, the gag muffling it to nearly a whisper. It was so much and so deep and so good, the pleasure of it rattling through his bones as he writhed and wailed, hips jerking against it and driving it deeper into him. His prick twitched and jerked, dripping pre in a near constant leak.
“Good boy, good boy. Hold that pose, OK?”
He vaguely heard her scramble for her sketch book, but he couldn’t care less. The vibrations rattled him apart, right down to the very soul of him, filling his veins with pleasure he was helpless to temper as it built and built and-
His eyes widened as he felt the sudden tightening of his balls. He’d never-not untouched!
Gasping around the gag, his world narrowed as everything built to a crescendo, a rushing filling his ears as it overwhelmed him, helpless to do anything but shudder and watch as he shot load after load over his own belly, striping himself with hot white seed.
“Oh, Fjord…”
She must have whispered a command word, as the vibrations stopped suddenly, the loss of them like a lurch in his belly.
And then, like a breaking sunrise over the waters, peace flooded over him, a soothing wave of endorphins drifting over his thoughts, the dildo still lodged inside him.
“Wow…wow. That was so…I mean…I didn’t think…I can’t take it anymore, hold still.”
In his warm, heady state of mind, he smiled indulgently as Jester climbed on top of him, her face and chest flushed blue. The dildo was tugged out swiftly and Fjord felt a pang of loss, before Jester was pressing inside with a desperate groan, not as big, maybe, but better because it was warm and velvety and her.
With a shuddering gasp, she began to fuck him with vigour, little residual sparks of arousal jolting through his belly as she thrust hard and deep, gasping and yelping and babbling. She was always so noisy in bed…
He was drifting slowly now on a warm pink cloud. Time stopped holding meaning to him in this space, and for all he knew, she had either fucked him all night or lasted barely a few minutes before she was cumming inside him with a cry.
For a long, still moment, she was quiet, catching her breath. Haloed by the light of the lantern and deified by the golden space he floated within, he could have looked at her face all day, slack with post coital glow.
But all moments must come to an end, and she finally pulled out of him, reaching out and untying the gag from his mouth. His jaw felt stiff and slightly numb as he swallowed a few times.
“You OK, Fjord?”
He tried to speak, but found words wouldn’t come to him, his thoughts slack and pink. All he could do was nod.
“That good, huh?”
Another slow nod.
In the warm gloom, he lay back and let her fuss over him, unwinding ropes and gently massaging stiff joints. The dildo was wrapped in a towel and tossed aside to deal with later. Jester reached for the silver bowl they kept in the bedside cupboard, enchanted to fill with warm water whenever they needed it, and set to work washing the sweat and lube and cum from off her exhausted lover.
The glorious golden feeling began to fade slightly, shifting into a bone deep, satisfied exhaustion. As jester finished rinsing herself off and settled herself next to him, it was all he could do to tuck his head under her chin and hold her close.
“Man, that was good. Like. That was so good holy shit we should do that more often! Like-oh, hang on…”
She reached over and he heard rustling, before a sweet was being dangled in front of his mouth. He’d never much been big on sweets, but after the exertions of the night, the taste of chocolate on his tongue was welcome. He let it sit and dissolve as Jester chattered on merrily about future plans for the soft ropes now piled on the bedroom floor.
“Another sweet, Fjord? There’s the nougat or the candied lemon.”
“Lemon…” he muttered, opening his mouth and letting her pop the sweet in between his tusks, the sweet-sharp taste of candied lemon jolting him awake a bit,
“Good?”
“Hmm. It’s nice.” A pause. “Although…for the future. Maybe something savory too? Meat? Cheese? Not sure. Too comfy to think.”
Jester gasped.
“Fjord. Fjord, an after-sex charcuterie board is the best idea you’ve ever had.”
He smiled against her collar bone.
“I like to think I’m not just a pretty face around here.”
She laughed, sweet and bright, and Fjord basked in it, curled up warm and sated, the taste of lemon on his tongue, in this perfect moment.