by Annie Eppa
“Please!”
“Tell me, Adelai. Tell me you’re always going to be my whore.”
“I will always be your whore!” His finger rubbed against a spot inside her that made her keen even louder.
“Say you belong to me, Adelai.”
“I belong only to you!” It felt like she was babbling, the words tumbling out of her lips without coherent thought, but she also knew that she meant each and every word she said. “No other man will ever matter! I will always be yours! Yours to fuck, whenever and wherever you want! Oh, please, Thornton! Aaaaah - “
She screamed at the top of her lungs as his fingers disappeared, replaced almost immediately by his long cock, thrusting into her without ceremony, so deep inside her she felt like he was pushed up against her womb. That thrust alone was enough to send her into a convulsing orgasm, but the captain wasn’t stopping, continuing to plow into her while she shuddered in blissful release.
“You’re mine.” The captain snarled, his thrusts still just as hard, even rougher than his earlier foreplay with the wooden cock.
“I’m your slut!” Adelai moaned without further prompting, raising her hips so he could sink even deeper inside her. That dirty promise sent her spiraling yet again into another climax, even as her pussy muscles clamped down harder around his cock, like a suction. She felt the man above her groan hoarsely, his shaft swelling up before emptying his seed inside her in long spurts. Adelai sucked each and every jet of cream from him, letting him ride her climax until she finally trembled with exhaustion, sinking back down on the mattress.
The captain collapsed down on top of her, his hard body settling against her soft curves, and Adelai welcomed his weight, welcomed the feel of his hard breathing against her back. His face was buried within the tangled mess of her hair, his hands reaching around her to stroke against her breasts, cupping them with none of the forcefulness or urgency he had previously exhibited.
After some minutes, he lifted himself upon his elbows, and kissed her shoulder. “Did I hurt you, little maiden?” He sounded brusque, still harsh from their rutting, but she detected the concern in his voice, and she had to smile.
“Uhm.” She could only sigh, happy than she had ever been. She moaned again as his hips brushed against her sore buttocks, but it still felt wonderful.
“I am sorry, sweet. But your encounter with Garrant made me angry.” He dropped a kiss down her back. “And I promised your high priestess to train you in every technique and method she wanted, in exchange for being your trainer.”
“You are truly my trainer?” Adelai gasped aloud when she felt him harden, still inside her. If he could revive so quickly like this, how was she going to survive?
“Surprised, little one?” He laughed, as her pussy walls clenched around his now-thick mast. It felt like she could feel every nerve and ridge in his cock. “A tea your high priestess prepared for me had some… unexpected effects. I’d turned down one the night of your bidding, but I thought you might like this better. I have at least one month to train you to fuck, Adelai. Barely enough time to teach you everything I know, to show you all the things I like to do. And so - again, little maiden. Again, and again, until you are too sore to cum, and then again.” And with that, he reared up and thrust hard into her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Lessons
She was taught all about endurance during those first few days of her training, where the captain would fuck her for hours on end, with no signs of letting up. His own virility came as a shock, and even though she knew that he had been taking some tea to prolong his stamina, she had no idea how long he could actually fuck her until she was pleading with him to let her rest. She knew of the tea’s properties, but she was also certain the captain was lasting far longer than the average male would have.
As a result, it felt like every waking moment she had was spent with him inside her, or with him about to penetrate her, with his cock lasting several bouts before he could be persuaded to finally cum inside her. Whenever he needed a break, the captain would return to some of the many toys provided for their amusement, keeping her squirming and crying out in pleasure as he slid shafts of various sizes into her orifices, alternating the speed and the pace to drive her wild. She was a breathless, helpless mess during those few days, with the captain pausing only long enough for her to get a drink of water and a half hour’s rest at most, before starting again. The only time there would be a break was when their meals arrived, thrice a day, their food left outside after that first polite knock. Sometimes other necessities, such as clean towels and new candles would be provided for in the same manner. It occurred to Adelai just how private and secretive the whole training process was, even if the servants were forbidden to look in on them. In the captain’s case, that was probably for the better. The less people who knew that a Sarcopian officer was inside the temple of Inne-Anneah, training one of the new shrinemaidens instead of scouting out the vast forests and cities of Atalantea, then so much the better.
Adelai had never felt so sore, although the captain was very considerate afterward, bringing her warm cloth heated from some of the lighted candles to place against her well-used cunny. While she knew that the Captain derived much pleasure from their rutting, she sensed that this was also part of the deal he had made with the high priestess. At this point, her skin so heightened and sensitized by his touch, that Adelai no longer cared if Saleia’s instructions had been to fuck her to her death, so long as it was the captain who carried out the orders.
During those days when they took a break, with her sprawled across his chest, deeply sated from a previous bout of sex, they would talk. She learned that Thornton was the youngest of three children, all sons, by a family of longstanding reputation within Sarcopia, with close ties to the previous king. His eldest brother had entered politics, his second into the priesthood, and at a young age Thornton had expressed a desire to join the military when he was old enough. He had slowly worked his way up the ranks, becoming one of the youngest lieutenants in the army by the time the last king had died and Garrant had assumed the throne.
“When Garrant came into power, everything changed,” he told her soberly, and the softer, more vulnerable expression he had worn in these quiet respites after sex hardened again. “Many of the advisors and generals who were loyal supporters of the old king were exiled or imprisoned indefinitely. Garrant knew well enough that to kill most of them outright would provoke an outcry among the people, so he foisted imaginary crimes against them and threw them into the dungeons. But those he considered dangerous he executed anyway - some of them my friends. He promoted many of the younger men into their positions - myself included. We don’t have as much influence as our predecessors, which was what he intended. The only people at court today with any real positions of power are those fanatically loyal to him.”
To ease his mind, Adelai found herself telling him a little more about herself, too. She had never known her parents, and had only dim recollections of what their faces looked. That she had been sold to the temple at three years old, and had been determined from an early age to make the most of what she had been given.
“Do you not wish sometimes, to find out who your true parents were?” The captain had asked her, his hand stroking idly at the curve of her breast.
“I do.” Adelai admitted. “But even if I did, I don’t think it would make much difference now. They were simple people, far from royalty as anyone could get. I don’t think anyone would even remember them now. They have been gone from my life for such a long time that they would be as much strangers to me as I would be to them even if they were living.” The high priestess had been very candid about telling her the circumstances of her coming to the temple, and had warned her that attempting to dwell over her parents’s death can result only in grief. Adelai trusted in Saleia enough to know that in this matter at least, she was right. “Still, sometimes I can’t help but wonder about what my life would have been like if I had never been born w
ith my eyes the way they are.”
“Any circumstance that might have prevented my knowing you, I would very much dislike.” Thornton said, kissing her eyelid.
Warring with these brief moments of peace and comfort were the days when he taught her how pain could so easily mingle with pleasure. Many days had passed with Adelai on her back, bound once more while the captain teased her flesh with various implements that both hurt and increased her passions. He had earlier introduced her to a strange device he had called a plug, and Adelai was oblivious to both its purpose and his intentions until he had oiled up her ass and sank it inside her, at the last place she expected him to. She had heard of this, of course, knew that some people enjoyed it in this manner, but hindsight had not prepared her for this burning pain.
It hurt, and she had whimpered and cried at the strange feelings as the plug sank further into her, stretching out her hole, which had never been used before. To feel something so large inside her in such a way felt both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.
“You must endure, my Adelai.” The captain said with a slow smile, as he pushed it slowly further in, until she was sure it could no longer go any further. “It will make you easier to breach with my cock when the time comes.”
That he was intending to force himself into her this way was thrilling and frightening, and sent conflicting emotions through her. He kept the plug inside her for hours on end, repeating the procedure every day even when he inflicted other tortures on her body, that gradually she grew accustomed to it. Once he had bent her over his lap for a small transgression - she had orgasmed again when he had told her not to - and had spanked her unmercifully until her buttocks were a fiery red from the force of his blows, and all that with the plug still buried deeply inside her, forcing her muscles to clench around it involuntarily with every smack. He had even fucked her cunt multiple times with the plug still fully embedded inside her, and the unexpected pressure of having two large objects inside her brought her to new heights of pleasure.
This went on for several days, until the captain finally decided that she was ready.
She was on her knees before him that day, with the butt plug inside her as she greedily devoured the captain’s cock. Her oral skills had increased tenfold during the last few days. It was one of her favorite things to do to pleasure the captain, and she loved the way he groaned as she slid his cock past her lips, sucking hard and learning to deepthroat him expertly. He would fuck her face harder when he grew close, until he came and she swallowed his thick jism down her throat, loving the salty taste.
She leaned back, his softening cock withdrawing from her mouth with a pop, her tongue licking up what traces of him that was still on her lips, when he reached down and slowly removed the plug from inside her. Adelai was by then so used to it, that the sudden gaping emptiness as her clenching hole gave up its prize, felt almost alien.
“Bend over the bed.” The captain whispered, his voice still harsh with need. Already his cock was stirring back to life.
Obedient, Adelai glided toward the side of the four poster, bending her hips to display her enticing backside to her master, knowing with a thrill what was going to happen next. He was going to take the last virginity she had left, and it felt somehow fitting that he was the man to take her and stake such a claim on her, of having firsts right to every part of her, of being taken by him in every way imaginable.
She heard the clink of a bottle, the sudden smell of lavender, and then his finger was sliding in to the knuckle inside her ass, slick with the fragrant oil. He opened her up slowly, with another finger, and then with yet another, until he was buggering her quickly with those three digits, moving back and forth in that slow sinuous way that she knew he would be repeating again with something much bigger. Adelai sighed in pleasure, lifting herself up in time to his strokes, her pussy clenching in anticipation and pooling liquid down her thighs. His fingers withdrew and his hand found her hips, holding her steady as he guided his large cock into her tight hole. Despite her practice with the plug and the exertions of his fingers, he was still so big, and Adelai had to bite back a soft whimper as his shaft pushed past the tight ring guarding that tiny hole, gently pushing in until there were now more than three inches inside her.
“Are you hurt, Adelai?”
She could have wept at the sudden tenderness in his voice, though tempered by need.
“No,” She whispered. “I want you to fuck my ass, master.”
The days spent with him had already taught her many of the things he liked, and she knew he liked it when she talked dirty to him this way. She felt him stiffen and groan at the words, felt him withdraw slightly… and then lunged forward, driving all eight inches back into her with less care and consideration, not stopping until he was fully immersed inside her tightness. Adelai threw her head back and screamed, and all too quickly his hands found her hair, pulling her back so her body was arched before him, awaiting release.
“Yess.” He hissed, still not moving, content for the next several seconds to revel in her tightness, at the way her inner muscles were pulling him, sucking him further inside.
“Beg me to fuck your delectable ass again, Adelai.”
“Please fuck my ass, Master.” She moaned, though with a little less certainty. Now that he was inside her, it felt like he could easily split her apart if he so much as moved. It burned in a strange way, but it was a good burn. The plug had done its job of taking most of the pain, although it still felt uncomfortable. She wanted to push him away, but also wanted him to move and never stop.
“Now, little maiden, that doesn’t sound very sincere.” He sounded almost amused now. Adelai bit her lip when she felt him withdraw, and that sudden unwanted movement made her groan more.
“Fuck my virgin little ass, master! Please, fuck me hard!”
“Much better, pet.” He pulled back again, spread her legs further apart, then pressed back hard into her, his hips smacking into her buttocks with a loud wet sound. He did it again, and again until he was building up a rhythm, and Adelai had no choice but to take his hard pounding, her little hole quivering at every growing assault by his cock.
Adelai cried out at the feeling of being stuffed like never before, at the tightest hole she had. She felt like she wanted to reject the intruding cock, but flashes of unbelievable pleasure accompanied the discomfort. It still hurt, but she welcomed it, at the thought that the captain was laying full possession of her at last with this gesture.
After the first several brutal thrusts the captain slowed down, this time savoring the pleasure of taking his slave’s newly deflowered hole. It was evident in the long full strokes he was making as he ravished her body, her ass having no other choice but to accept his long prick inside it. His length rasped against her inner walls, hitting a spot inside her that made her toes curl in sudden pleasure. He seemed to sense it, shifting the angle of his thrusts so that he could attack it each time. His hand wandered down toward the entrance of Adelai’s sex, teasing the tiny nub there, and rubbing it with his fingers, heightening her lust.
She couldn’t take it anymore, not when he kept on hitting that place inside of her, not when he kept teasing her clit like that. The orgasm rolled over her in waves, the pleasure crashing down on her so suddenly, and so unexpectedly that her voice soon grew hoarse from the strength of her screams. Her muscles clenched even tighter against his cock, and not even the captain’s endurance could take much more of that. As Adelai’s sobbing cries of release filled the room, the captain’s groans served as a heady counterpoint, even as he unloaded what felt like a bucket of cum into her newly abused rectum, pulsing inside her for what felt like hours.
Adelai shuddered through the rest of the aftershocks as she felt her body sinking down onto the mattress. The captain’s weight felt heavy against her, but soon he moved away, his shrinking cock slowly forcing its way out of her body, and Adelai could do little other than moan feebly. She felt him lift her up, gathering her in his arm
s and gently laying her out at a more comfortable position on the bed before joining her there. She spooned sleepily against his chest, exhausted, feeling his warm hands caressing her face, and felt his thick liquid spilling out from her.
“You have a beautiful ass, little maiden.” He murmured, kissing her shoulder. “I am going to be using it more often from now on.”
Over the next few days, he proved to be true to his word.
There were other kinks he soon introduced her to. While she had never pegged the captain to be one who strayed too far into sexual deviancy, and suspected that this had more to do with his agreement with the high priestess over her training than anything else, Thornton still seemed at home with most of the toys spread out on those many tables, and his considerable skill filled her with thrilled foreboding.
He had given her a day’s reprieve from their rough sexual excess, which still meant that the better part of the day was spent with slower, more heartfelt lovemaking. That Thornton could also be a gentle lover as much as he could be a demanding one, oddly enough, was just as alluring - and at times even more torturous than Adelai expected. To have him thrust into her slowly and leisurely like he had all the time in the world, even as Adelai fought hard to curb her mounting frustration at his pace, until she finally shattered into orgasm after what felt like hours, was sometimes even more exhausting than when he was taking her hard and fast.
