Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“A tail? You mean you want me to wear something inside me?” I sound indignant—and I fucking am! How dare she say such a thing, as though it’s of no consequence? But deep inside, I feel that strange part of me—the part that’s always been there ever since Sister Beatrice gave me the Grip of Chastisement—moaning with pleasure at the idea.
“Yes, but don’t worry—the rod attached to it won’t be very thick,” she tells me, ignoring my indignation. “Not much thicker than my two fingers and you’re taking those beautifully.”
As she speaks, she thrusts in and out of me several times, making me grit my teeth to keep from moaning as sparks of pleasure flow through me.
I can’t believe I’m in this position! I’m a strong knight—a man in my prime. And yet here I am, bent over with my thighs spread, allowing a woman who’s barely half my size to slip her fingers deep inside me so she can use me or abuse me however she sees fit. I shouldn’t do this—I should hate it. But somehow, I don’t.
Gods damn her to Hell—why does it feel so fucking good?
“Because there are lots of nerves here—many pleasure receptors,” she tells me, still stroking. “But I can feel your magic rising again. For now, I think you’re clean enough.”
She’s right—my Celestial Fire had been getting close to the critical level. I have to take deep breaths to control it.
Mercifully, she withdraws her fingers, leaving me feeling opened in a way I never have been before. My ass feels slightly tender as I straighten up and turn to face her.
“Are you finished washing me now, Mistress?” I bite out.
“I am,” she says calmly. “You’re clean and claimed. It’s almost time to swear your oath. But first, I think I want to shave you. Sit on the steps again—the third one down this time so I can reach you.”
I do as she says, watching as she produces a long, silver straight razor. She uses some kind of foaming soap on my face and then scrapes it off with the razor, giving me the cleanest shave I’ve ever had.
I’m extremely aware of how much I’m trusting her. She’s my enemy and she literally has a blade at my throat. And yet, I still don’t feel as vulnerable as I did when she was fingering my ass.
Finally, she seems satisfied with my appearance because she steps back and nods her head approvingly.
“Very nice, my Paladin. You’re quite handsome when you’re clean.”
“I don’t go around dirty—I wash every morning,” I tell her, frowning.
“Well here we take our baths at night. It’s so much more relaxing.” She smiles at me. “For now, we’re finished. Are you ready to take your oath?”
I nod grimly. After everything I let her put me through so far tonight, taking an oath of loyalty seems small in comparison.
“Yes, Mistress,” I tell her.
“Good. Then let’s get out and dry off.”
9
Sylvanna
I wasn’t sure at first if he would let me enter his rosebud. Some men are reluctant to submit that part of themselves, even to a Mistress they have faith in and I’m well aware that I haven’t earned Alaric’s trust yet. But in the end, his deep need to submit and his desire to feel my hands on him overcame his reservations.
I’m glad, because it’s difficult to train a Blood-servant who doesn’t want to submit. A proper Blood-servant must wear a tail and of course, at times I’ll need to fuck him, as I told him earlier. But that would only be to raise a ridiculous amount of power or to bring him closer to me in a very intimate way. I don’t punish my servants with the pleasure rod when I strap it on—I use it as a way to bring them closer.
And now he’s ready for my service. I lead him back into the bedroom when we’re both dry and show him the wooden wardrobe where I store my nighttime robes. I have some that are quite thick, for winter wear, but it’s early summertime now so I select a black lace robe that ties with a silken sash and instruct Alaric to put it on me.
He helps me into it, holding it open like a coat, and then I direct him to the drawer where I keep my panties, garter belts, and corsets. I don’t intend to put on the latter tonight, but I select a pair of open-crotch lace panties that match my robe and frame my pussy nicely.
Without being asked, Alaric kneels before me and holds the panties open. He really is a natural at this. I hold onto his broad shoulder for balance as I step into the lacy underthings and watch as he draws them up my legs until they’re in place. This action puts his face near my pussy again and I can feel his warm breath stirring my curls as he breathes me in.