by Annie Eppa
The candles had been one of the first toys he used on her. To think that such an innocent device could excite the most exquisite of agonies was maddening. He had bound and trussed her on the bed, and then watched her, smiling, as he dripped candle wax on her breasts and thighs, until she was all but begging him to put an end to her torture, and still he wouldn’t let up until the candle had burned down an inch. After every session he was quick to bring her to another soul-wrenching orgasm with his mouth and his hands, his fingers buried deeply inside her even as he carefully tongued an orgasm out from her.
At another time, he had pushed another long wooden cock into her pussy, and then added the anal plug in for good measure. He had sat back and watched her squirm for nearly an hour, occasionally moving the phallus in and out of her, but never enough to induce her to climax. When he finally pulled out the plug she thought she might faint from relief that the session was finally at an end - only to moan again in despair when he replaced the plug with another phallus, as equally long and thick, into her already sore asshole. Finally taking pity on her, he had divested her of both cocks and rewarded her with his own, taking both her pussy and her ass in equal measures, until they both collapsed, sated at last.
He had even made use of the long hook on the ceiling, using rope to bind her hands and hang her upon it so that her feet dangled inches off the ground, a small wooden swing she was draped over the only reprieve from feeling the strain the position would have caused. He had fucked her hard in this position too, and the combined arousal and feeling of helplessness had been such a turn-on that she had cum at least four times before he was satisfied.
It went on for the entire month. Adelai had feared at first that the captain would not give her an opportunity to clean the room, so they need not spend a whole month on dirty and soiled sheets, but it turned out that even this had been anticipated. The small connecting door did lead to the baths, she had discovered, and it in turn also lead to another room similar in appearance to the one they stayed in, almost down to the toys on the identical tables. Every few days a knock would sound at their door, and a voice from outside would announce the need to change the sheets. The captain had obviously been briefed regarding what to do, for he would roll out of bed and help her to her feet, bringing her to the next room beyond the baths. Here they remained for the next several days, and the process is repeated all over again.
The baths were one of the things Adelai was slowly growing fond of. She never bathed alone, for the captain was always with her, soaping her back as an excuse to allow his hands to wander her body. Adelai had once feared that he would grow tired of her, but he never seemed to, exploring her in a way that always made her feel like he was seeing her again for the first time.
She learned to love his body, loved to explore his in turn. Just as it was difficult for Thornton not to touch her, Adelai found it hard to keep her hands from wandering to his strong chest, his muscular abdomen, and especially his hard, throbbing shaft. She was straddling him now, doing nothing more than kiss him. Their hunger had been sated over an hour ago, and both were content with light foreplay - although, knowing her captain, Adelai knew that could change quickly enough.
For now, she was focused on exploring him, on seeking to memorize every inch of his body. She already knew the places he liked her to touch, could by now gauge the extent of his desires and know where her hands could bring him the greatest pleasures. She knew of the sensitive spot behind his ear, at his throat. Pulling at his hair whenever she achieved climax excited him further, or that while he loved to fuck her from behind, it also aroused him greatly to have her on top, riding him hard.
Her hands asked the questions. Thornton’s body bore numerous scars and war wounds, but they did nothing to detract from the beauty of his physique; rather, they only enhanced it. Her fingers ran over a large purple scar, ugly and intimidating, underneath his collarbone, and she made a small, curious sound.
“The last war with Highrolfe.” Thornton murmured. His eyes were closed, and he was stroking her back, content for now to allow her access to him without retaliation. “Rigged up one of their buildings to cause an explosion, was hit by debris. Sneaky bastards.” Her hands wandered down, this time to touch a long white scar that ran horizontally across his left side. “First wound I received as a soldier. Blindsided by a Corvusican bandit. Stupid mistake on my part.” Next she traced a long jagged scar on his stomach, the skin around it puckered and stretched. “Took a sword meant for Garrant. It was one of the reasons he appointed me captain of his guard. It was early into his rule then; I had no idea….”
He trailed off, but Adelai could guess at the rest. He had taken a sword meant for a cruel king. The extent of his loyalty to the throne must run deep, and it would have taken something tragic and terrible to force him to renounce such devotion now. Not for the first time she wondered how different things might have been, if she and Thornton had met on different terms, rather than a shrinemaiden and a Captain of the Guard on opposing sides of an impending war that neither wanted.
He must have sensed a little of what she was thinking. As usual, there was very little trace of expression on his face, although his eyes were warm. He reached up and grasped her face with his hands, urging her down so he could capture her mouth with his. The kiss was slow and heartfelt, as if he was trying to wipe away her fears and anxiety with that alone. He shifted then, hands now at her hips, the tip of him lodged against the entrance to her sex, holding her immobile there. Adelai found herself whimpering, straining for him, and was granted that wish when he slowly began to enter her from below, her body sighing into his as she sank her full weight down, his cock nestled fully in her depths.
“Move with me.” It didn’t sound like a command at all, more like he was willing to give her full control. Planting her knees on either side of him, she began a slow, steady rhythm as she rode him gently, little moans escaping her lips at the feeling of being constantly filled by his throbbing shaft. Though his hands were on her hips, he made no move to force the pace, content to use them only as leverage as he watched the beautiful maiden on top of him shudder in pleasure.
Their eyes met and locked, neither looking away as she continued her ministrations, sometimes rotating her hips into his, and sometimes rocking back and forth, the position a perfect angle for her tiny sensitive pearl to grind against the base of his turgid cock. It felt good, just as good as all the other times he took her hard and fast, and soon she couldn’t suppress her cries, growing louder as she arched and came, muscles clamping tight around his cock, refusing to let go until he had emptied himself into her in turn, which he did with a low, raspy groan.
Still shuddering through the aftereffects of their mutual orgasms, Adelai slumped down on him. She felt him turn their bodies sideways so that she was snuggled up against his chest, his cock still deep inside her body and showing no signs of withdrawing. “I wish I could spend forever like this, with you,” she murmured sleepily against his shoulder. She heard him laugh quietly, felt lips press against her forehead.
“Such nonsense, my little Adelai.” He whispered, though the affection in his voice was genuine. “Now go to sleep.”
Wrapped up in his scent, with no inkling of what was to come, Adelai did just that.
CHAPTER NINE
A Different Game
When Adelai’s monthly flow arrived a couple of days later, she soon realized that this proved no barrier to both her and her captain’s lust. The captain simply switched his attentions from her pussy to her ass, and a week was spent blissfully with her often on her hands and knees, whether on the bed, on the floor of the room, several times on the table with the toys scattered about them, and even a few times in the bathtub, as Thornton powered into her from behind. She was used to being fucked there by now that they no longer needed the anal plug to stretch her, and sometimes as a respite she would kneel before him and finish him off with her mouth, the taste of his seed as he emptied himself down her throat a newfou
nd addiction.
Her monthly flow had ceased the day before, and Adelai was looking forward to new ways by which he could pleasure and torture her with. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, missing his cock all too well. The captain had hinted upon trying something new that day, and she had been too anticipatory to notice the slight hardening at his jaw when he spoked the words.
She had bathed quickly when he had asked her to, the first time she did so alone. She wrapped herself in one of the robes one of the servants had left that morning, though she knew that Thornton would be peeling it off her body soon enough. Smiling to herself, looking forward to the rest of the day with her captain, she stepped back into the room, and stopped.
There was another man in the room, dressed in a simple tunic and short breeches. He was heavily muscular, perhaps only a shade less than Thornton, and he was waiting placidly against one wall, bowing his head when he saw her. He was very handsome, with corn-yellow hair and green eyes. It must be one of the temple’s regular trainers, Adelai guessed, because no other males would have been permitted here. She started, taking a step backward, but felt Thornton’s presence behind her, his hands closing against her wrists.
“My lord? What’s going on?”
“It’s a part of your training, little maiden.” The captain’s voice sounded bland - too bland than what was normal, even for him. He bent his head and began kissing her neck.
“What’s going on?” Adelai asked again weakly, though she suspected that she was, in fact, beginning to understand. “Please,” she whispered softly, “must we do this?”
Thornton’s voice was like ironclad steel when he answered. “Yes.”
He led her slowly toward the other man, who was now stripping off his clothes to reveal a bronze chest and a tanned abdomen. In a daze, Adelai could do nothing but submit.
“Close your eyes.” The captain instructed, and she did. She could feel the feathery caresses Thornton was making on her skin, the quick tug he made that caused her robe to fall away from her body, leaving her naked. His familiar fingers cupped her breasts, squeezing reassuringly, even as his mouth continued its path up her neck. Adelai moaned.
She stiffened when she felt another pair of hands on her, stroking her shoulder with just as much assurance. “Relax, my Adelai.” The captain said quietly, kneading her left breast, as the other hand guided her own down to the base of her thighs, the warmth of her sex now against her fingers, the soft curls there brushing against her palm. He pressed her own fingers into her, forcing her to rub at the tender folds there, and Adelai could feel her apprehension lessen, as she slowly succumbed to the insistent rubbing he was making her do.
She felt the strange hands move down her shoulders, to cup the breast the captain had abandoned. The trainer was experienced and just as skilled, the pad of a thumb scraping across her rapidly hardening nipples, and Adelai felt her knees buckle. With two pairs of hands on her body, touching her so intimately, it was hard for her not to give in to her sensual nature, to accept the rush of pleasure no matter who was giving it. And then the fingers disappeared and now a rough, unfamiliar mouth was against her breast, sucking sweetly on her nipple, and she cried out at the sensation she hadn’t expected to enjoy.
She could feel both men moving her toward the direction of the bed, laying her down against the covers that until then, only she and her captain had shared. She wanted to resist, to demand that all she wanted was Thornton and no one else, but knew it was a futile effort. She would be expected to lie with other different men like this, she had known that from the start. The knowledge did not make her feel any better, or make her heart not feel so heavy.
“That’s it, Adelai.” Thornton encouraged, spreading her legs so both men could find better access to her. “Doesn’t this feel good, Adelai?” He laid down beside her, his mouth and tongue at her ear, while she felt the bed dip to accommodate her second lover. Hands shifted underneath her thighs, drawing her gently forward. A long tongue lapped at her pussy, and Adelai’s eyes flew open, her head coming off the bed in surprise.
The trainer was kneeling before her, his face in between her legs, slowly and skillfully licking at her folds. Adelai’s first instinct was to push him away, but the captain’s arms were unforgiving, pinning her down so she could do little but wriggle and whimper.
“Relax,” he whispered again, bending so he could sample her breast with his mouth. Adelai allowed her head to fall back on the bed and moaned. It was too much, the feeling of a mouth suckling at her, and another drawing out her pleasure with his tongue, stabbing repeatedly at the hard nub of pearl and forcing her to respond.
“Oh gods,” she whispered. The captain was rougher than he normally was, leaving small marks and lovebites across her breasts. The other man had lifted her legs up till they were on his shoulders, and his licking only increased in intensity, until she was sure she would melt under the pleasure strumming through her. “Oh, please, no,” she found herself saying, but it was too late. The climax came quickly and unexpectedly, and she thrashed a little, even as the trainer continued to lave at her soft flesh, not letting up until the worst of it was over, before slowing down to tiny licks and nuzzles.
The man left, and the Captain took his place, spreading her legs in the air as wide as she could go, nearly bending her in two in the position he liked her in when he wanted to go deeper and rougher. There was no hiding the arousal in his eyes, as if he himself could scarcely control his own reactions to her being lapped at by another, but Adelai had little time to analyze the expression on his face. All too quickly, he was pushing into her body, his cock burying into her pussy until he had bottomed out inside her. His first thrust had been almost brutal, stretching her tunnel mercilessly with the force of his stroke. And still he did not let up, his thick shaft splitting her open over and over again.
Despite the harshness of his entry she was helplessly wet, both from her natural lubrication and the other trainer’s tongue fucking, and as before the pain combined quickly with the pleasure. She was not given the opportunity to respond to his thrusts. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her upwards to meet his pistoning rod, her pussy helpless against his pounding cock. While on other occasions he was cognizant of her own needs, taking her for as long as it took to bring her to orgasm - often, several orgasms - he was different now, like he was trying to spend inside her as quickly as possible.
Despite his hurry, Adelai was already on her way to her own release, her hand moving back down desperately to rub herself. But the captain took her hand away, forcing both her wrists above her head while the other remained clasped about her waist, goading his cock into her tiny sheath with rapidly increasing force and speed, preventing her from finding satisfaction as he shuddered and spilled his seed into her. It was the first time he had come without her, and Adelai nearly screamed in frustration when his cock withdrew from her unsatisfied cunny.
The captain rolled off her body, and the young man took his place. Adelai gasped as she felt herself being mounted again, now an unfamiliar cock pressing against her cunt, that until then the captain’s cock had only ever ravaged. She looked up at Thornton’s face, trying to assess what he felt about this, if he was really allowing her to fuck another man. But the look on the captain’s face remained stony and unchanging, and it was his hands that continued spreading her legs, aiding in the other man’s preparation to take her.
The trainer had a long, thick cock, nearly of the same size and length as the Captain’s, though paler. For a few minutes, the man was content to stroke his cock along the outside of her folds and Adelai, still unsatiated, soon found herself arching toward him without meaning to, trying to angle her hips to increase the pressure of his shaft against her pussy. At some unspoken signal by the captain, the man finally assuaged her desire, and Adelai felt his prick push past her entrance, pushing a few inches into her before withdrawing to return, deeper, inside her, until his full length was finally lodged inside her cunt.
The man starte
d with short, rolling thrusts at first, getting her accustomed to him. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her cunt suck him tightly in, instinctively. Adelai could tell that the other man had done this countless times before, with countless other inexperienced shrinemaidens… the way he rocked back into her and always seemed to hit that spot that made her go wild… the controlled thrusts he made to draw out both their pleasures, the way he angled the downward thrust of his hips so he could keep hitting that same sweet place within….
Already too sensitive, it didn’t take long for Adelai to climax, convulsing on his thrusting cock with a long scream. As her body shuddered and quieted, it became clear that the man was not done with her. Soon she found herself lifted up and set down on his lap, his cock poised to enter her again from this new position. She looked up, her hands on his shoulders, and saw the captain looking at her. The yellow-haired man was seated on the other side of the bed facing away from him, and Thornton stood on the other end, so it was Adelai that faced him. There was no mistaking that mix of jealousy and intense lust on Thornton’s face, and she knew on some level that as much as he hated this, he also found it heavily arousing.
Suddenly aware of this knowledge, Adelai locked eyes with him, then made a show of licking her lips, watching the man’s face darken with even greater passion, before she deliberately lowered herself on the trainer’s large cock, heard the captain’s groans mingle with the trainer’s as she sank down on the latter. Her tight cunt swallowed up his hard shaft until their groins met, pressed tightly together.
Only then did Adelai close her eyes and squirm on top of him, rubbing herself against the base of his cock before beginning their pace. She moved slowly at first, a rocking, gentle motion where she grounded her hips against his, and then began to ride him harder and faster in turns, faster and faster until her breasts were bouncing deliciously on her chest. Knowing that the captain would see her presenting herself like this, turned her on even more. The captain would see too, the way the trainer leaned forward to taste her nipples, the small bites the captain had given her standing out against her pale flesh even while another man licked and nibbled at her soft skin.
