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"I need you, Mace," she whispers against my mouth, hands drifting down to my waistband. "I need you."
"I live to serve," I respond, laying her gently down on the bed. I slip out of my pants and undergarments and return to the bed, kissing a path from her cute, round little ears to her hip bones. I breathe in the smell of her, the soft musk of her natural scent.The dark curls between her legs tickle my chin as I pepper kisses across her waist, eventually making my way to her core. I slip my tongue between her lower lips, dragging it slowly from her entrance to the bundle of nerves at the apex. I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips, and I revel in her soft pants and moans.
Viola weaves her fingers into my hair as I devour her, pulling me tighter against her heated flesh. The taste of her gives me a head rush, my cock straining against the bed, my hips instinctively thrusting. The soft sheets slide around my shaft, and the combined friction and the taste of my God in my mouth is almost too much to bear. I thrust two fingers inside her, the wetness of her arousal pulling my fingers in with ease.
My other hand reaches down to grip my cock, and I squeeze and thrust into my fist as I suck her clit. I've been without her for too long, my body too keyed up that I worry I'll blow my load before I even get the chance to slide inside her. "Mace," she pants my name, "bite me, please." I look up at her from my position between her legs, and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Not one to deny my numen, I nip and nibble her clit as I curl my fingers within her. She shatters around me, flexing around my fingers and legs trembling on either side of my face.
Viola's fingers tighten in my hair and yank, pulling me up her body where she kisses me soundly, chasing her flavor from my tongue. Our bodies slide against one another, my cock weeping for her, and when she wraps her leg around my hips, I notch myself at her entrance and sink down. Her moan comes on anexhale, soft and breathy, as she rocks against me. I roll my hips slowly, dragging myself out and then pushing in at a creeping pace.
"Mace," she growls, "faster."
"You'll take what you get, Miss Mistflow," I respond, thrusting my hips as punctuation.
"We're back to Miss Mistflow, then?" Her hands wrap around my waist, where they join her leg, trying to pull me down faster, deeper. I flatten my body atop hers, mouth next to her ear, where I nip her lobe and then lick and kiss the area underneath.
"You left. You didn't think you'd get away with no punishment, did you?"
She throws her head back, not in passion but in frustration. "Mace!"
"Viola," I drawl. My hips continue their languid pace, the slow drag of my flesh against hers punishing us equally. Viola sits up, her body curling like she's about to flip us over and take control, so I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed above her. "Am I going to have to restrain you?"
She wrinkles her nose, pouting. She could break out of my hold easily, but this powerful God is choosing to submit to me, and that sort of power will go to my head if I let it. Looking around the room, my eyes land on my mace, propped against the worn wooden desk, and snatch it up in my left hand. Viola eyes the mace with confusion, raising her eyebrow questioningly.
Setting my intentions for this is easy. A mist of muted gray magic reshapes the steel from the mace into a delicate chain thatI wrap around Viola's wrists and secure against the bed frame. She tugs at the chain and laughs. "It looks like you ensured that a mace was still holding me down."
I laugh, shaking my head as I pull on the restraints to test them. "Do you remember your word?"
"I'm not going to need it, Mace."
"Any and every time we are intimate, that word is in play. Now, what is it?"
"Boots," she says quietly, tongue darting out to lick her lips.
I wrap my hands around her hips and pull her onto me hard. She yelps at the suddenness of my movements. "Good girl."
With her hands restrained, I am free to touch, lick, and bite my way around Viola Mistflow's exquisite body. She writhes beneath my touch, her flesh pebbling and the sweetest sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
Eventually, the slow movement of my hips tortures me just as much as it does her, and I pick up my pace, finally giving her the pressure she's been longing for. She pulls her feet around my hips again, trying to urge me further, and I grab one leg, push it towards her head, and slap the back of her thigh. The crack of flesh is overshadowed by the yelp that comes from her pouted lips.
"What the fuck, Mace?"
"Are you using your safewood?"
She sits on it for a minute, flushes red, and shakes her head. Using her leg as leverage, I thrust harder, deeper, into her, smacking her thigh every time she bucks her hips to try tocontrol my pace. Eventually, a red flush from my hand dresses each of her thighs, and every time I add to it, she clenches around me, the pain morphing into pleasure in the moment.
I slide my hand between us, making slow, lazy circles around her clit and cherishing each gasp she grants me. I feel her tense beneath me, back arching, as her release comes quickly, and I rush to cover her mouth with my palm, stifling the noises. "Shh, people are trying to sleep, and you're being awfully rude," I chastise.
She licks my palm, and I shove my fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She closes her lips around my digits and sucks as I roll my hips and thrust into her. "Mace," she says around my fingers, "unchain me."
"Are you using your safeword?" I ask, freezing my body.
"No, I'm not upset about what's happening. I just need to touch you." Her voice is vulnerable, and I know the effort that admission took her. My Geomancy magic removes the chains and reconfigures them into the head of my mace again, and I rub Viola's wrists. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me down to lay chest to chest.
And then she flips me over.
With a look of triumph on her face, she rides my cock, her breasts bouncing with her movements. "Viola…" My voice is laced with a threat that is only partially empty as the pleasure crawls up my spine. "You tricked me."
"I did. But I did also want to touch you," she says, leaning down and placing her hands on my chest to support herself as sheslams her cunt down on my cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my fingers digging into her hips.
