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)
“I can feel your need to come, my Paladin,” she murmurs as she thrusts into me again and again. “Do you think you could shoot for me when I tell you to?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I gasp. “I can come for you—just tell me when.”
“Now!”
She thrusts into me hard—sliding the thick phallus to the hilt inside me. I feel her small, strong hands on me, stroking and pumping and I feel the cum boiling up from balls.
“Come for me, my Paladin,” she says. “Come now and come hard.”
“Fuck! Yes, Mistress!” I gasp and I come for her, my cock jerking in her hand as I shoot over and over, unable to help myself, unable to stop.
As I come, I feel something strange happening around me. It feels like many tiny bubbles are breaking on my skin and then I hear a loud click like a key being turned in a lock. I want to look in the direction of the noise, but of course I’m still blindfolded, so I can’t. I sag for a moment, panting—I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life!
“We did it!” I hear my Mistress say.
The blindfold is whipped from my eyes and I blink, trying to adjust to the light. She’s still buried inside me but she pulls out slowly, still talking.
“We broke the spell—the door to the Royal Collection is open now,” she tells me. “And look—there’s The Heart!”
My eyes adjust at last and I see what she’s talking about. The small door behind the whipping frame I’m still cuffed to is open wide and inside is what looks like a kind of treasure room. It’s very like Sylvanna’s collection with various magical artifacts displayed on stone pedestals. And right in the middle is something that can only be The Heart of the Eclipse.
It’s exactly as the old texts I studied before coming on my quest describe it—a deep purple stone as big as my fist. It’s roughly oval—shaped like a human heart—and wrapped with delicate gold wire at the top and bottom.
For now, it’s dark, though the texts I read said that it must be lit from within to be activated. Not that I worried about that part—my only goal has always been to just deliver it to the GodKing. But I’m not so sure about that now. Should I really bring such a powerful artifact to him?
My thoughts are wandering and I’m sagging in my bonds, still panting from being so thoroughly taken by my Mistress. It feels good but also, I’m fucking tired. I need to get unhooked from these damn silver cuffs!
“Mistress—” I start to say, but then a cold voice cuts me off.
“Well, well—thank you so much for doing such a lovely job opening the Royal Collection, my love. I knew you and your Paladin could do it.”
29
Sylvanna
My blood runs cold as I whip around and see Kraven standing there. There’s a familiar smirk on his face that lets me know he’s got something planned—something I won’t like.
I start to talk but he raises a hand and throws something. I see only a flash of silver and then I feel strong strands of wire so cold it burns wrapping around my flesh.
“Ah, I see that I’ve caught the two of you at an inconvenient time,” Kraven remarks, striding further into the room.
“What the fuck did you do to my Mistress?” Alaric growls. “What’s that wrapped around her?”
I could ask the same thing—if my mouth would move. But I seem to be completely frozen in place with the silver strands wound around my entire body.
“I simply used the Net of Stillness on her,” Kraven tells him. “It’s a little known artifact but quite useful, I find. It neutralizes magical abilities and freezes the subject in place. As you can see,” he says, nodding at me.
“You fucker! Get that thing off of her!” Alaric yanks on his cuffs, but for some reason he can’t break out of them, though they’re only made of thin silver.
“Don’t bother trying to get free,” Kraven tells him. “I replaced the regular cuffs on that particular whipping frame ages ago with unbreakable silver. Unless you have magic stronger than mine—which I very much doubt—you’re staying exactly where you are, Paladin.”
“Fuck you!” Alaric growls. “You touch her and I swear I’ll fucking kill you!”
“It’s not your Mistress I’m concerned with—it’s the Royal Collection. And more specifically, The Heart of the Eclipse.” He gestures at the fist-sized purple gem lying on the stone pedestal. “You know, I was certain when I sent those ‘dreams’ to his Seer, that your GodKing would want The Heart for himself. Especially when I added the part about how the Heart would grant him everlasting life and get rid of his biggest rival for the throne of Solaris.”
“What are you talking about?” Alaric demands. “The GodKing has no rival.”