Derik's Luck 22

From TSade

[edit] Trying Again

“I’m not done with you.”

She withdrew the fake cock from his body and he slumped down against the side of the tub. Feeling drained, he stared at his own cum splattered on the wall and managed to stand up.

When he turned around, he was shocked into stillness at the sight of her there, wearing nothing but a harness and a large cock bobbing from her hips. For a moment, she was the most beautiful creature on the planet. His mouth opened in surprise and he felt tears rising up.

“What is it, Dora?”

“Nothing, Madre.”

“Are you lying?”

He hesitated, “Yes.”

“That’s one.”

“Sorry! I just thought you were beautiful.”

She beamed as she slipped out of the harness. He saw that the cock had a protrusion on the other end, glistening and soaked. No doubt pushing up into her. He blushed as she handed it to him.

“Thank you.”

He cleaned the cock off in the water and drained the tub. Getting out, he dried her off but she remained naked. She did the same for him before drawing him to the chairs by the bed.

Instead of fucking him again, she surprised him by pulling out tools for working nails. He watched as she worked his nails, giving them almost a womanly elegance that he always admired.

“Do you like sapphires?”

His heart jumped, but he nodded.

“Y-Yes.”

“Madre. And I’m glad. I never asked you what color you like, but with those eyes of yours, all I could think of was the Eye of Hamel.”

He fought back a whimper as he stared down at the sharp file she used to bring his nails to a rounded peak.

“Too bad it is so large,” she looked up with a smile, “it would look so beautiful in your hair.”

Derik opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He tried again after a few heart-pounding seconds.

“Thank you?”

“You’ll notice that most of the girls here follow a color theme. It isn’t required, I just happen to prefer it so I normally start them off with a solid color. After a while, most of them may change the color but they stick with the same. Others, like Nightingale and Sherrel, sometimes change colors or patterns every couple days or weeks.”

“Oh.”

“Just tell you, you have a chance. How do you like your nails?”

“I... I...”

Madre grinned, “I bet you never had them colored in your life.”

“Um, no.”

“Do you like a style?”

He thought back to the girls he grew up with. Few of them could afford nail color. He remembered one whore he used, she had some of the most striking nails he remembered.

“I-I like the ones with the white tips, like a curve.”

“You’re blushing,” Madre chuckled which only made his blush hotter.

“I-”

“-don’t worry, just teasing. Sometimes, it really is hard to believe you don’t belong here. You are thinking of a Karith Crescent. I’ll show you how to do it...”

It took longer than he expected but soon he had both finger- and toenails in striking sapphire, with a thin white strip along the polished edge. He stared at them in shock, surprised at the feeling of happiness he felt.

As they waited for them to dry, Madre told him about her youth, in the battle school. He remembered some of the cryptic statements Wendi made and realized that both Madre and Wendi grew up in very similar places. It scared him and fascinated him; it was a way of getting close to Wendi in a way he never thought possible.

At least not after fucking her mother on the altar.

And stealing the family silver.

He chuckled at the thought. Madre relaxed and they just chatted about nothings. She didn’t push him for his secret and he was content to refer to his life in veiled details.

Soon, it was late and they were both yawning. He admired his nails, hardened and crystalline. He smiled as Madre put away her tools.

“You like?”

“I... they’re beautiful.”

“You are.”

He blushed, “Thank you, Madre.”

Derik looked up as she came back, then stared in shock at the rope in her hand. His eyes widened as he shook his head.

“Not another night, please?”

Madre leaned forward, her naked breasts teasing his thighs.

“Last night was my mistake. I should have never trusted Nightingale to forgive you so soon.”

“But...”

“Do you trust me?”

He said nothing and she repeated her question.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y-Yes, Madre.”

“Then tonight, you will enjoy this.”

He feared for the endless hours before him, but he stood up with a bowed head. She caught his chin and lifted him gaze to her.

“And smile, you have such a pretty smile.”

He did his best. She raised an eyebrow.

“That’s it?”

“Sorry.”

“That’s two.”

His cock jumped at the thought of being spanked. She pointedly looked down.

“At least something likes being paddled.”

Derik chuckled, “Sorry.”

“And there is my smile. Come.”

She pushed him to the bed, placing him on the bottom half on his back. He was confused as she trailed the end of the rope along his cock, sending a surge of pleasure. Pushing his left leg up, she pressed his ankle near his buttocks, then tied his folded leg together. Precum oozed out of his cock as she did the same to his other leg, pushing them near his chest and leaving him exposed.

“Now, I enchanted these ropes not to bind or to cut off circulation. They won’t hurt in the morning, but you’ll be just as helpless to escape them.”

He tried to shift his legs, but they refused to budge. All he could do was spread or tighten his legs. Looking at her eyes, he kept them spread, exposing his cock and asshole to her. She nodded in approval.

“Now, give me your hand.”

He held out his hand and she pushed it against his leg, spreading him out wide before tying his arm along the side. In a matter of seconds, he realized he was fixed in place, his arm preventing him from closing his leg. Precum pooled on his belly as she did the same for the other side, binding him in place, spread for her enjoyment.

He moaned as she started to tease him. Trailing her own polished nails against his inner thighs and cock, teasing his balls and down around his anus. He felt his breath coming hard as she playing with the streamers of precum from his cock and stroked along the swollen member.

“Now, can’t have you coming tonight.”

She spoke with a playful whisper but he could do nothing as she took a thinner rope and wrapped it around his balls, separating each one and wrapping it around his base.

“But in the morning, you are probably going to come like no tomorrow. If you’re good, I’ll let you come somewhere good.”

He wondered if she had Teri in mind, but the rope around his base seemed to magnify his cock, swelling it up to an angry red and throbbing with a sudden need to come.

“You have two tonight, and that means I’m going to fuck your mouth and ass twice tonight.”

Derik let out a whimper, then his eyes widened as she pulled up something that looked like a two-headed cock with a strap in the middle.

“But it isn’t your tongue, I’ll be using.”

He shook his head as she brought the penis gag to his lips.

“Trust me.”

It took all of his effort to part his lips, to feel the rounded head sliding past his lips. He wondered what it would feel like with a real man and his cock bobbed with the thought. It filled his mouth and tickled the back of his throat by the time the middle reached his lips. He whimpered, looking up at her with pleading eyes, but she just strapped it around his head.

“No blindfold, though. Just enjoy tonight.”

She left him along, wiggling at the bottom of her bed. He felt helpless but different. There was a tenderness in her movements and he didn’t feel as trapped.

Not having a huge cock in his ass didn’t hurt either.

He watched as she bustled around her room, finished up some of her paperwork, and even straightened her clothes. Despite watching her do everything but pay attention to him, he just felt a lust growing inside him, the feeling of anticipation. His breath ran along the length of the cock gag and when he leaned back, he just saw himself looking up at fourteen centimeters of hard, rubber cock. He swallowed at the unfamiliar feeling of something in his mouth. Using his tongue, he played with it, working it in his mouth as he grew used to having something stuffing his mouth.

When she finally turned off the lights, he felt dread rising up inside him. She just crawled into bed and ignored him. His heart pounded as he listened and felt for her. She settled into a comfortable position and drifted to sleep, leaving him on the knife’s edge of anticipation.

He just leaned back and settled into his own place. His precum dripped down both sides of his balls and he managed to drift to sleep himself.

Hours later, Derik woke up with a start, blindly trying to move as his bound body refused to budge. He groaned, then leaned back as he felt fingers holding his cock, jacking his slick member as the rounded end of a dildo pressed against his entrance. He trembled with lust and lifted his hips to accept it.

Moaning, he felt it slide into him, lubricated and slick and filling him completely. He moaned as she stroked with both hands, pumping the thick member in his ass and stroking his cock until it pulsed but didn’t give him release. He pushed down with every stroke, enjoying the pleasure that came from the wide intruder. His body seemed to rise up to the crest of an orgasm, but she withdrew just as he almost reached it. Then, ignoring his whimpers for more, she dropped it on the floor and settled back into her sleep.

He found himself vibrating on the edge of excitement, his body shaking with every beat of his heart. His body felt on fire and alive. Every breeze in the room set afire more passions but soon sleep took him again.

She woke him again, this time straddling his face. He felt the pressure in his mouth building as she sank down on his cock gag, surrounding his head as he drank in the scent of her pussy. The end in his throat pushed down, gagging him, but he could do nothing as she ground down.

When she finally bottomed out, his face was buried in her pussy and his nose touched her hard clit. She ground down with a guttural moan of pleasure, rocking back and forth before pumping herself up and down on his gag. She drove his head into the blankets and the cock deeper into his throat. The intensity of it was overwhelming as he tried to reach up to her, to find some other way to bring her pleasure but she just used him, fucked his face like a midnight toy. He shuddered with the edge of pleasure, but she came to her orgasm before he could and slip off.

His whimper echoed in the room as she crawled back to her spot and returned to sleep. He was left alone, his face slick with her juices and the taste of her cum seeping past his lips. He swallowed and tried to ignore the ache of his manhood as it danced and throbbed with every pulse.

This time, he couldn’t sleep. He thought about everything he could, from pretend explorations of the grand hall to how he pleasured Teri and the others that first night. He relieved being spanked. No matter what he thought about, the anticipation of being used again just seemed to bring him up to a slow boil.

He was awake when she started to move again. He wondered if it would be his ass or mouth but she answered when she straddled his face again. He couldn’t see in the dark, but he felt the pressure on his gag, choking him but not as much. This time, it felt different, a tighter pressure as she slowly slide down his cock. He squirmed and she grabbed his cock; he realized she was facing the other way this time.

Then it came down but his nose only pressed against the smooth curve of her ass. He tried to imagine her position as she fucked herself again on his mouth, driving long and deep, a slow orgasm that seemed to take forever to build in her.

When he felt her wet pussy against his chin, he realized she was fucking her ass on his penis gag. His eyes opened with surprise, but he could see the magical rune on the small of her back flickering just on the edge of his senses. Her hands reached down to hold him steady, moving faster. He surrendered and used his neck to thrust up into her, fucking her ass to the limit of her ability. Madre rewarded him with a hand job, bringing him almost to the edge of orgasm before she let out a soft cry of pleasure and crawled back to her sleeping spot.

He wondered if he would get any sleep.

To his surprise, he did. He woke up as she slipped off the bed. He moaned softly, raising his hips in anticipation of being impaled once again. He heard her wry chuckle in the darkness, then his world exploded into sparks of surprise pain as she spanked him twice.

“Greedy little slut?”

He moaned as his cock pulsed, desperately trying to come. The rope around his base felt like a vise as he tried to come again and again, but soon his body surrendered in a shuddering sigh. He swallowed at the cock in his mouth as he waited.

It came, huge and thick. A massive member dripping with lubricant. It felt so big against his tiny opening, but she worked it in and out of him, fucking him until his relaxed enough to take it. He gasped at the sensations, feeling how it stretched him to even more limits as it sank into him, burying deep. Then, a feeling of a ridge that stretched him even more. She kept pushing as he whimpered and writhed in place.

Slowly, his body took in the thick butt plug and he felt it slurp into place, cementing him as he felt the thickness filling him to his limits. His cock surged and drooled. Derik whimpered at the thought of a long night, but Madre wasn’t done.

It was the feeling of her pussy pressing against his swollen, aching head that he realized what she was doing. His body froze solid as he drew every iota of attention to the heated velvet that slid down his cock, swallowing him into the sacred place of her body. He groaned and moaned, shaking with the intensity of her hot pussy wrapped around his cock. The rope and plug in his ass only made it that more intense as she rode him.

Up and down, in and out, slow and steady. He felt every movement until her pussy was his entire world. His cock pulsed and surged, screaming with lust as he tried to fill her womb with his seed. But, nothing came out but more precum. He groaned as she took her time, fucking him for what felt like hours.

When she loudly came, grinding her pussy against his stomach until he whimpered with need, he thought she would pull up, but she continued to ride him to another, then a third orgasm, using him even as he screamed out with his need to come.

Finally, her torture ended when she came to a halt, still impaled by his cock. Their shared breath came in shudders. She leaned forward, settling into the position of his body and bringing her lips to his ears.

“Did you enjoy that?”

He moaned and nodded. She smiled in his ear, then shifted slightly, still impaled by his cock. Then, she drifted to sleep. He remained there, pinned and cradling her weight, holding her soft wonderful body against his own. His cock surged in the confines of her pussy, but he was nothing more than her pillow.

Derik didn’t want to sleep anymore. For some reason, he wanted to spend the rest of the night just being hers.

When he woke for the last time, she was pulling his swollen cock out of her pussy. It dripped with juices as she chuckled and ran a fingernail along it.

“So thick, I bet you have to come, don’t you?”

He blinked at the light in the room and groaned. His cock felt like a sausage, ready to split at any second. He watched as she worked a huge plug out of his ass and set it down on the ground. He felt a horrible void in his body as she released his binds and then his gag. Her fingers delicately worked out the rope around his base, freeing his cock. He gasped at the feeling as he felt the ache deep inside.

Madre gestured down with her fingers.

“Go on, come.”

He stared at her, then wrapped his hands around his shaft, pumping hard and furiously. His fingers slurped through their combined juices as he brought himself to an orgasm. It took longer, but when he finally found release, he let out a long gasping groan and sank to his knees, splattering his cum on the floor behind him as the world spun around.

He kept on coming as he pumped. His fingers dripped white as he pressed his forehead to the ground, praying to the ground and hand working in a blur.

Each surge felt like forever but soon he was empty. Gasping, he looked up to see Madre standing over him, smiling broadly.

“I bet that felt good too?”

Speechless, he could only nod.

Madre reached down to stroke his face.

“You should probably get some more sleep. So, clean that up and head into the other room.”

He looked down at the puddle of his own cum. He thought about what she said. Then, he made another decision in his depravity. Fighting back the feeling, he leaned down and began to lick up his cum.

Madre gasped as he did it, swallowing the taste of his own seed. He thought about other men, wondered if it tasted the same, then almost came again. The taste wasn’t as bad this time, not as forbidden, and he licked the floor clean. His hand stroked his shaft slowly as he finished up.

Then, he realized he was almost enjoying it and felt shame burning on his cheeks. He sat back to look up at Madre. She had her hands between her legs, stroking hard as she stared at him with open lips and lust in her eyes.

“I-I meant, fuck it. Fuck me. Now!”

She grabbed him and pulled him to the bed. Spreading her legs, he stared down at the swollen opening of her pussy. Her folds glistened with her juices. Madre growled and pulled him into her.

He sank into her pussy with a sigh of long forbidden pleasures. Velvet and smooth, he was there as a man, not as a woman. Her hands were frantic as he pumped, driving into her until they both came to a screaming orgasm and he flooded her pussy.

Madre gasped as she clutched him.

“Goddess, you are the hottest damn submissive I have ever known.”

This time, he got to sleep in her bed.