[Arcana] Every Which Way
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dracoqueen22Title: Every Which Way
Universe: The Arcana, post-Devil
Characters: Nadia Satrinava/Julian Devorak
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Dom/Sub Themes, Pegging, M/F
Description: Nadia always knows exactly what Julian needs, and there’s no one he trusts more than her.
For once, the Countess is the one who is late.
Julian curls on her bed, bare beneath the silk sheets, and dozes while he waits. She's promised a surprise for the evening, and anticipation fairly hums in his veins. He's been half-hard since he arrived, and it's taking every inch of his restraint not to reach down and stroke himself.
It doesn’t help that the sheets are so soft, like a caress against his skin, and they smell of her perfume. He forces himself to lay still, because every stroke of the silk makes his cock fill a little more, every inhale sends a happy thrum through his veins.
Why must she be late?
Julian rolls over and rubs his hands down his face, trying to ignore the semi-tent at his groin, the heat beneath his skin. What surprise does she have for him? New ropes? New magic? Some new contraption?
The door opens.
Julian curls back toward it, refusing to leap out of the bed like a puppy excited its master has come home. Even if he is, in fact, very excited.
Nadia sweeps inside, fatigue crinkling the corner of her eyes, but a warm smile on her lips. “Well, aren’t you a sight to come home to,” she says.
Flattery works every time. Julian’s face warms.
“Long day?” he asks as she sheds her decorative sleeves and the thick clasp of her bodice, setting them aside.
“Frustrating,” she says, and perches on the edge of the bed, tipping her fingers under his chin and tilting his head up.
He obliges, smiling as she leans down for a warm kiss, humming against his mouth.
“But all is well now that I’m here,” Nadia murmurs, fingers tickling the underside of his jaw. “Don’t you agree?”
Julian leans in closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume, still strong despite a full day at court. “For me definitely.”
Nadia chuckles and drags her finger down the center of his throat, the nail lightly scratching his skin. “I have had you on my mind all day, doctor. Have you been wondering what I have planned?”
If she would but look down, she’d see the evidence of his curiosity, but Julian suspects this is part of her game.
“Curious, yes, but I can be patient,” Julian demurs.
Her eyes sparkle at him. “Help me undress.” Her voice is light, but there’s no denying the command in her tone.
“Yes, milady.” Julian shivers.
His cock plumps up again, yet he must ignore it as he rises to his knees and starts removing the elaborate fastenings from Nadia’s hair. She sits, eyes closed, hands resting in her lap, patiently letting him attend her.
“Anything you want to talk about? A way to ease your mind, perhaps?” Julian sets the clasps aside and gently combs his fingers through her hair, easing it into a gentle fall down her back and across her shoulders. It’s a bit kinked from the barrettes, but the soft ripples will work themselves out.
Nadia hums and tilts her head into his touches. “Nothing that can’t be solved with a little pleasure. These are the burdens of a Countess, doctor. You needn’t worry.”
“If you insist.”
Julian turns now to the buttons down the back of her dress, undoing them one by one until the silken fabric falls aside, baring her brown skin. He can’t resist pressing a kiss to the back of her shoulder and the nape of her neck.
She hums approvingly.
“Should I start with a massage this evening?” Julian asks, purely to fill the silence as he eases the dress down, his fingers light over her skin.
She stands, letting the fabric fall from her body to pool at her feet, until she stands nude before him, and his mouth goes dry with want.
“Perhaps later.” Nadia tucks some of his hair behind his ear and cups his face, leaning in to press a kiss near his ear. “Be a dear and fetch the oil? I have to retrieve your surprise.”
Julian’s heart skips a beat. He presses his thighs together, cock throbbing, and fists his hands so he doesn’t touch himself.
The oil could mean many things, but usually, it is her slender fingers curving up inside of him, pushing him to release after release, until he’s a quivering, aching mess.
Julian doesn’t leap happily from the bed, but it’s a near thing. His left foot tangles in the sheet, and he nearly topples to the floor, catching himself at the last minute. He curses as he fights to disentangle his foot.
Nadia’s quiet laugh makes his cheeks heat, but it’s all in good fun. He looks up as she walks away, admiring the curve of her behind, and hopes he gets to put his mouth on her later. There’s little he likes more than when she rides his face, looking down at him, falling apart by the dutiful application of his lips and tongue. He likes to look up at her, caged by her muscular thighs, surrounded by the sweet-tart taste of her, and know that her pleasure is because of him.
She disappears into her closet, and Julian hurries to fetch the oil, picking up the nearly empty vial with a quiet laugh. Perhaps they indulge a little too much? He makes a mental note to replace it, or at least refill the vial. He retrieve a towel and a couple damp cloths as well. If it keeps Nadia within reach for a longer snuggle, he’s all for making things more convenient.
By the time he resettles on the bed, unsure how to position himself, Nadia returns from the closet, a box tucked under her arm and her hips and groin now wrapped in an interesting construction of straps that perfectly frame her pubis. She’s smiling, that small, quiet curve of her lips that always promises pleasure beyond comparison.
“I’ve been waiting for this item to arrive, and it has greatly strained my patience to do so,” Nadia says as she approaches, the twinkle of her nipple rings stealing Julian’s attention.
He licks his lips.
“What is it?” Julian asks, dragging his eyes back toward her and the curious box. It’s perhaps a foot long and a half foot wide, nothing elaborate about its construction.
“Something I wish to use with you, so long as you have no objections.” Nadia places the box in his lap. “Go on. Open it.”
Julian curls his fingers around the lid. “I’m reasonably sure I won’t have any objections,” he says before he lifts it away and peers inside.
His eyes widen, cheeks heating.
The item is nestled in a bed of silk, striations of bright color visible through the otherwise clear glass, polish gleaming in the light of the room. It’s cool and smooth to the touch, eight inches long, with a girth that is guaranteed to tantalize. A circular hilt on the end seems a fitting match for the metal circle framed by leather straps and gleaming upon Nadia’s pubic mound.
“You mean to…” Julian’s gaze flicks from the false penis in the box, to the elegant strapwork lovingly encircling Nadia’s waist, thighs, and hips.
“Lay you upon this bed and have my wicked way with you? Why yes, I certainly do.” Nadia leans forward, one finger pressed to the crown before she drags it ever so slowly down. “Are you opposed?”
Julian gulps.
His cock is hard enough to hurt, and he’s leaking so steadily from the tip, he’s soaked his lap. He clenches on nothing, and thinks of clenching on this glass approximation of a penis, but more than that, he thinks of Nadia leaning over him, pushing into him, crooning at him as she drives him to orgasm, and he knows his face must be pink.
“Not at all, milady,” he says.
“Good,” Nadia purrs and sweeps the box from his lap. “Then I shall finish applying my cock, while you wait on the bed for me like a good boy.”
Julian flushes harder.
There’s something about the way the vulgar word drips from Nadia’s lips that makes him feel as if he’s the vulgar one.
“Yes, milady,” he says.
Nadia beams at him with approval, her gaze raking him up and down. “You may touch yourself,” she says as she lifts the glass phallus from the box, idly tossing the box aside. “In fact, I insist you do.”
The tips of Julian’s ears are fiery red, but he wraps a hand around his cock and loosely strokes himself, thumb spreading the slick gathering at the crown, swirling it around his foreskin. He keeps his touches light, lest the evening is over before it begins, and watches as Nadia fusses with the straps around her hips.
It’s a practiced hand that notches the glass phallus into place, snug against her mound, where it is certain to apply a wondrous pleasure to her clitoris. She strokes along the smooth glass, the dark of her skin a beautiful contrast to the gleaming rainbow.
Julian’s mouth waters.
“Would you like to taste my cock, doctor?” Nadia asks as she moves between his knees, the glass jutting inches from his face, his knuckles brushing against her thighs.
He looks up at her, and has to squeeze himself to stop the torrent of pleasure throbbing through his groin. “I would,” Julian says.
Nadia cups his jaw, guiding her cock to his mouth, dragging the rounded head against his lips. “Then by all means,” she murmurs. “Open your mouth.”
Julian groans and parts his lips, letting her push into his mouth, the cool glass firm against his tongue, but oh so smooth. It’s a comfortable girth, enough to suggest the sensation of a cock, but not so much as to strain his jaw. Better still is the way she cups his jaw as she fills his mouth, stroking the glass along the flat of his tongue.
The glitter of lust in her eyes makes him moan around her cock, makes him squeeze his own, feel the throb of his pulse against his fingers. The glass warms quickly in his mouth, and she moves, rocking in and out, still cupping his jaw with her hand.
"Very good," she purrs approvingly, light rolls of her hips fucking his mouth with the phallus. "Perhaps I shall speak with Asra. I'm sure there are magical means to temporarily provide me with a fully functional cock in the future."
Julian's eyelids flutter, and he moans around the glass, his fingers digging into his thighs. His cock jumps, pre-fluid dripping from the tip, and he clenches on nothing. To feel her spill inside him, oh, he can scarcely imagine.
Her thumb strokes the curve of his jaw. "I can see the idea appeals to you."
He looks up at her, begging with his eyes.
She withdraws, painting his lips with the tip of the glass phallus. "For now, this will have to do," she says. "Did you find the oil?"
"I did, milady." Julian pats the blankets until he finds the vial tucked in a small pleat. He offers it to her. "How do you want me?"
"Oh, every which way," Nadia sighs, tucking some hair behind his ear. She plucks the vial with her other hand, swirling the oil within. "But for now, on your hands and knees, I think."
Julian shivers. "Yes, milady."
He turns over, hands and knees, and drops to his elbows when Nadia's palm skates over his ass, a lovely combination of soft and callused from her swordwork. He clenches his fist, tingling with anticipation.
Nadia hums appreciation, and her thumb glides over his hole. Julian twitches, ass swaying, and Nadia chuckles, brushing her fingertip over him again.
“Are you all right, doctor?” she asks, circling him with the oil, a light pressure that is more tease than anything else.
Julian gasps a frustrated noise into the pillow. “Yes, milady,” he says, and tries to ease back toward her, asking with his body that she actually fill him with those strong, slender fingers.
“Wonderful,” Nadia purrs, and two fingers slide into him, slick with oil and gently calloused. She curves them just right, nudging against that spot inside of him, and Julian trembles.
He grips the sheets, back arching, forehead pressed to the mattress. He clenches around her fingers, and her approving hum sets a fire in her veins. She strokes in and out of him, pressing against that spot on every inward stroke, and his balls draw up, his cock dribbling freely.
He makes an inarticulate noise, and her fingers withdraw completely. Julian aches from the loss, but before he can protest, she returns with a third, and they all sink into him with embarrassing ease. Or at least, he’d be embarrassed were this anyone else.
“Beautiful, doctor,” Nadia says, and he flushes from the praise. “I hardly need to prepare you, so eager you are for me. What a treasure you are, my dear.”
Julian doesn’t whimper, but it’s a near thing. His fingers tighten in the sheets, his thighs trembling.
“But I’ve teased you long enough, I think,” Nadia says, her fingers flirting over that special spot and making him writhe, stars dancing behind his eyes. “I’ve teased us both actually.”
Julian exhales as she removes her fingers, and his knees wobble, threatening to drop him, until he locks his elbows. He turns his head to the side, peering back at Nadia, and the gleam of appreciation in her eyes makes his stomach flipflop.
“I’m not protesting,” he says.
“Vocally,” she replies with a lilting chuckle. She cups his hip while her other hand wraps around the false penis, and the rounded head of it presses against his hole. “But I can read the neediness in you, sweet doctor, and never let it be said the Countess does not heed the desires of her subjects.”
Julian might have had a clever retort, had she not chosen that moment to push into him, glass warmed by her body heat, and so thick and smooth as it glides past his rim. He turns his head, pants into the sheets, toes curling as she fills him, inch by glorious inch. There must have been a subtle curve to the phallus because it rides along that spot, and Julian gasps, stars at the back of his vision, as his cock leaps and pleasure dances along his spine.
The front of Nadia’s thighs press warmly to the back of his own, and she’s fully seated, flush against his buttocks, her hands laying along his hips as if to hold him in place. Julian trembles, clenching and unclenching around the toy, sweat turning his skin slick.
“Do you need a moment?” Nadia asks, one palm smoothing up his spine and down again, fingers delicate against each nob.
Julian swallows, the sheets cotton against his lips, and he turns his head enough to say, “There aren’t enough moments to keep me from coming once you start to move.”
Nadia laughs, sounding pleased with herself. “Who asked you not to do so?” She rocks her hips, pushing the phallus in and out of him with incremental motions. “Perhaps I wish to see how quickly I can make you spill.”
“Gods,” Julian says, and Nadia laughs again, moving a little faster, a little deeper, and all of Julian’s toes curl at the rise in pleasure.
He gasps and buries his face in the sheets, if only to hide all of the embarrassing noises he’s making. His face is a thing of fire, his cock leaving a pool of pre-come beneath him. Nadia is a master, her hands roaming over his body, manicured nails leaving raised marks in his skin, and he gnaws on the sheets as he writhes.
“Beautiful,” Nadia murmurs, and the word dances into Julian’s ears and makes him shiver with heat.
It’s delicious. Julian’s delirious with the pleasure. He’s so close, but it’s just not enough. He whimpers, clenching harder at the sheets, thighs trembling.
“Shhh,” Nadia murmurs, her hand smoothing down his spine, smearing his sweat. “I know exactly what you need, sweet Julian.”
She shifts, curls her arms around his waist, relies on nothing more than the power of her magnificent legs, and adjusts her angle within Julian as well. The girth of that phallus rides right along that spot within him, and stars explode behind the back of Julian’s eyes. He gasps, and turns into liquid, cock throbbing and pulse surging with each powerful rock of her hips.
It’s too much. It’s the perfect amount. He shakes, world narrowing to those points of contact, the heat of her body laid against him, the pressure deep within him, the smell of her in the sheets and around him. If he’d had any hope of showing off his restraint, it’s gone to ash, and the release takes him like a lightning storm.
He gnaws on the sheets, tastes her perfume on his tongue, as he shakes and shakes and spills, clenching down hard on the glass of her cock and everything wound tight in him. Then she has the gall to close her hand around his cock, to stroke and squeeze the last few drops from him, and Julian goes taut, wailing as the first orgasm explodes into another. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but surrender to it.
The pleasure strips him of everything, until all he can do is collapse, a puddle without strength, gasping and shaking and struggling to remember how to be inside his own body. Dimly, he registers Nadia talking, praise and quiet words, her hands stroking his back and flank. He makes an inarticulate sound and spits out the sheet he’d clenched between his teeth.
Nadia strokes sweat-damp hair out of his face and presses a delicate kiss to his eyeridge. “Are you with me, Julian?”
“Always,” he croaks, though he feels like a limp noodle and every inch of his body fairly hums with the distinct satisfaction of a life-altering orgasm. “That was…”
“Fantastic? Amazing? Transcendent?” Nadia asks with a quiet laugh and another gentle kiss to the curve of his cheek. “Feel free to stop me when I land on the correct adjective.”
Julian hums. “All of the above.” He peels open his eyes, turns his head a little to steal her lips for a kiss, though it is more an exchange of breath and a glancing brush of her mouth. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Nadia’s laid against him, all warm and weighty and soft-plush in all the right places, her hair tickling at his shoulders.
Mmm. Pleasure.
Wait.
Julian’s eyes snap back open -- when had he closed them. “Wait.” He struggles to move, though his limbs don’t want to respond and everything is warm and floaty in the way it so rarely is. “You-- I need to-- I haven’t--”
Nadia strokes hair out of his eyes. “Don’t you worry about me, doctor. I am quite content to spoil you at the moment.”
“But--”
“Hush.” She shifts, curls around him from behind again, and it takes him that long to realize he must have been out of it long enough for her to set aside the straps and the glass toy. “I am the one who decides what my pleasure is, and right now, that pleasure is your trust in me, and how beautifully you came undone under my hands.”
Julian flushes to the tips of his ears. “Yes, milady,” he says, suitably chastened, because she is right, of course. It is not up to him to decide what it is she wants, and if this is what she wants of him, he will give it to her.
“Now, if after a nap and a bath, you have the energy, I would not protest to your mouth.” Her thumb slips over his bottom lip, rubbing along the curve of it. “You are so very talented with it, after all.”
Julian shivers. “I would be honored.”
“Good.” She strokes his lip again before reaching for a light quilt, tugging it up over them. “First, a nap. Then we will see about the rest.”
Julian hums his assent. It’s hard to be anything but agreeable right now. Everything is floaty and warm and satisfied. He snuggles down into the mattress -- though he is in the wet spot, a product of his own pleasure. It’s a bit uncomfortable, so he shifts away from it -- Nadia’s bed is more than large enough to accommodate the move.
“Are you all right?” Nadia’s hand rests lightly on his hip, thumb rubbing circles over his hipbone.
“Wet spot,” Julian mumbles, and her laugh is a wondrous thing.
“But no pain?”
“None at all.” Julian squirms back, until he can tuck himself into the curves and dips of her body. He’s taller and longer than she, gangly and ill-fitting, but somehow she always makes him feel as if he is the small one.
“I am glad to hear it.”
There is a pulse of magic, unique to Nadia, and the torches in the room dim to nothing, casting everything in gentle shadows, broken only by the moon pouring in through the balcony. Nadia hums from the use of her magic, and it’s a gentle vibration against Julian’s skin. A soothing one.
“Sleep now,” Nadia murmurs, curling an arm around him, her palm resting on his chest, over his heart. Her breasts press to his back, her exhales a gentle warmth on his nape.
“Yes, milady,” Julian says. It’s an easy order to obey. He’s already half to sleep.
Nadia hums. “My dear, sweet doctor.”
Yes, he is indeed. He belongs to her and her alone.
She’s everything he wants in the world.
Julian sleeps.
***
Universe: The Arcana, post-Devil
Characters: Nadia Satrinava/Julian Devorak
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Dom/Sub Themes, Pegging, M/F
Description: Nadia always knows exactly what Julian needs, and there’s no one he trusts more than her.
For once, the Countess is the one who is late.
Julian curls on her bed, bare beneath the silk sheets, and dozes while he waits. She's promised a surprise for the evening, and anticipation fairly hums in his veins. He's been half-hard since he arrived, and it's taking every inch of his restraint not to reach down and stroke himself.
It doesn’t help that the sheets are so soft, like a caress against his skin, and they smell of her perfume. He forces himself to lay still, because every stroke of the silk makes his cock fill a little more, every inhale sends a happy thrum through his veins.
Why must she be late?
Julian rolls over and rubs his hands down his face, trying to ignore the semi-tent at his groin, the heat beneath his skin. What surprise does she have for him? New ropes? New magic? Some new contraption?
The door opens.
Julian curls back toward it, refusing to leap out of the bed like a puppy excited its master has come home. Even if he is, in fact, very excited.
Nadia sweeps inside, fatigue crinkling the corner of her eyes, but a warm smile on her lips. “Well, aren’t you a sight to come home to,” she says.
Flattery works every time. Julian’s face warms.
“Long day?” he asks as she sheds her decorative sleeves and the thick clasp of her bodice, setting them aside.
“Frustrating,” she says, and perches on the edge of the bed, tipping her fingers under his chin and tilting his head up.
He obliges, smiling as she leans down for a warm kiss, humming against his mouth.
“But all is well now that I’m here,” Nadia murmurs, fingers tickling the underside of his jaw. “Don’t you agree?”
Julian leans in closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume, still strong despite a full day at court. “For me definitely.”
Nadia chuckles and drags her finger down the center of his throat, the nail lightly scratching his skin. “I have had you on my mind all day, doctor. Have you been wondering what I have planned?”
If she would but look down, she’d see the evidence of his curiosity, but Julian suspects this is part of her game.
“Curious, yes, but I can be patient,” Julian demurs.
Her eyes sparkle at him. “Help me undress.” Her voice is light, but there’s no denying the command in her tone.
“Yes, milady.” Julian shivers.
His cock plumps up again, yet he must ignore it as he rises to his knees and starts removing the elaborate fastenings from Nadia’s hair. She sits, eyes closed, hands resting in her lap, patiently letting him attend her.
“Anything you want to talk about? A way to ease your mind, perhaps?” Julian sets the clasps aside and gently combs his fingers through her hair, easing it into a gentle fall down her back and across her shoulders. It’s a bit kinked from the barrettes, but the soft ripples will work themselves out.
Nadia hums and tilts her head into his touches. “Nothing that can’t be solved with a little pleasure. These are the burdens of a Countess, doctor. You needn’t worry.”
“If you insist.”
Julian turns now to the buttons down the back of her dress, undoing them one by one until the silken fabric falls aside, baring her brown skin. He can’t resist pressing a kiss to the back of her shoulder and the nape of her neck.
She hums approvingly.
“Should I start with a massage this evening?” Julian asks, purely to fill the silence as he eases the dress down, his fingers light over her skin.
She stands, letting the fabric fall from her body to pool at her feet, until she stands nude before him, and his mouth goes dry with want.
“Perhaps later.” Nadia tucks some of his hair behind his ear and cups his face, leaning in to press a kiss near his ear. “Be a dear and fetch the oil? I have to retrieve your surprise.”
Julian’s heart skips a beat. He presses his thighs together, cock throbbing, and fists his hands so he doesn’t touch himself.
The oil could mean many things, but usually, it is her slender fingers curving up inside of him, pushing him to release after release, until he’s a quivering, aching mess.
Julian doesn’t leap happily from the bed, but it’s a near thing. His left foot tangles in the sheet, and he nearly topples to the floor, catching himself at the last minute. He curses as he fights to disentangle his foot.
Nadia’s quiet laugh makes his cheeks heat, but it’s all in good fun. He looks up as she walks away, admiring the curve of her behind, and hopes he gets to put his mouth on her later. There’s little he likes more than when she rides his face, looking down at him, falling apart by the dutiful application of his lips and tongue. He likes to look up at her, caged by her muscular thighs, surrounded by the sweet-tart taste of her, and know that her pleasure is because of him.
She disappears into her closet, and Julian hurries to fetch the oil, picking up the nearly empty vial with a quiet laugh. Perhaps they indulge a little too much? He makes a mental note to replace it, or at least refill the vial. He retrieve a towel and a couple damp cloths as well. If it keeps Nadia within reach for a longer snuggle, he’s all for making things more convenient.
By the time he resettles on the bed, unsure how to position himself, Nadia returns from the closet, a box tucked under her arm and her hips and groin now wrapped in an interesting construction of straps that perfectly frame her pubis. She’s smiling, that small, quiet curve of her lips that always promises pleasure beyond comparison.
“I’ve been waiting for this item to arrive, and it has greatly strained my patience to do so,” Nadia says as she approaches, the twinkle of her nipple rings stealing Julian’s attention.
He licks his lips.
“What is it?” Julian asks, dragging his eyes back toward her and the curious box. It’s perhaps a foot long and a half foot wide, nothing elaborate about its construction.
“Something I wish to use with you, so long as you have no objections.” Nadia places the box in his lap. “Go on. Open it.”
Julian curls his fingers around the lid. “I’m reasonably sure I won’t have any objections,” he says before he lifts it away and peers inside.
His eyes widen, cheeks heating.
The item is nestled in a bed of silk, striations of bright color visible through the otherwise clear glass, polish gleaming in the light of the room. It’s cool and smooth to the touch, eight inches long, with a girth that is guaranteed to tantalize. A circular hilt on the end seems a fitting match for the metal circle framed by leather straps and gleaming upon Nadia’s pubic mound.
“You mean to…” Julian’s gaze flicks from the false penis in the box, to the elegant strapwork lovingly encircling Nadia’s waist, thighs, and hips.
“Lay you upon this bed and have my wicked way with you? Why yes, I certainly do.” Nadia leans forward, one finger pressed to the crown before she drags it ever so slowly down. “Are you opposed?”
Julian gulps.
His cock is hard enough to hurt, and he’s leaking so steadily from the tip, he’s soaked his lap. He clenches on nothing, and thinks of clenching on this glass approximation of a penis, but more than that, he thinks of Nadia leaning over him, pushing into him, crooning at him as she drives him to orgasm, and he knows his face must be pink.
“Not at all, milady,” he says.
“Good,” Nadia purrs and sweeps the box from his lap. “Then I shall finish applying my cock, while you wait on the bed for me like a good boy.”
Julian flushes harder.
There’s something about the way the vulgar word drips from Nadia’s lips that makes him feel as if he’s the vulgar one.
“Yes, milady,” he says.
Nadia beams at him with approval, her gaze raking him up and down. “You may touch yourself,” she says as she lifts the glass phallus from the box, idly tossing the box aside. “In fact, I insist you do.”
The tips of Julian’s ears are fiery red, but he wraps a hand around his cock and loosely strokes himself, thumb spreading the slick gathering at the crown, swirling it around his foreskin. He keeps his touches light, lest the evening is over before it begins, and watches as Nadia fusses with the straps around her hips.
It’s a practiced hand that notches the glass phallus into place, snug against her mound, where it is certain to apply a wondrous pleasure to her clitoris. She strokes along the smooth glass, the dark of her skin a beautiful contrast to the gleaming rainbow.
Julian’s mouth waters.
“Would you like to taste my cock, doctor?” Nadia asks as she moves between his knees, the glass jutting inches from his face, his knuckles brushing against her thighs.
He looks up at her, and has to squeeze himself to stop the torrent of pleasure throbbing through his groin. “I would,” Julian says.
Nadia cups his jaw, guiding her cock to his mouth, dragging the rounded head against his lips. “Then by all means,” she murmurs. “Open your mouth.”
Julian groans and parts his lips, letting her push into his mouth, the cool glass firm against his tongue, but oh so smooth. It’s a comfortable girth, enough to suggest the sensation of a cock, but not so much as to strain his jaw. Better still is the way she cups his jaw as she fills his mouth, stroking the glass along the flat of his tongue.
The glitter of lust in her eyes makes him moan around her cock, makes him squeeze his own, feel the throb of his pulse against his fingers. The glass warms quickly in his mouth, and she moves, rocking in and out, still cupping his jaw with her hand.
"Very good," she purrs approvingly, light rolls of her hips fucking his mouth with the phallus. "Perhaps I shall speak with Asra. I'm sure there are magical means to temporarily provide me with a fully functional cock in the future."
Julian's eyelids flutter, and he moans around the glass, his fingers digging into his thighs. His cock jumps, pre-fluid dripping from the tip, and he clenches on nothing. To feel her spill inside him, oh, he can scarcely imagine.
Her thumb strokes the curve of his jaw. "I can see the idea appeals to you."
He looks up at her, begging with his eyes.
She withdraws, painting his lips with the tip of the glass phallus. "For now, this will have to do," she says. "Did you find the oil?"
"I did, milady." Julian pats the blankets until he finds the vial tucked in a small pleat. He offers it to her. "How do you want me?"
"Oh, every which way," Nadia sighs, tucking some hair behind his ear. She plucks the vial with her other hand, swirling the oil within. "But for now, on your hands and knees, I think."
Julian shivers. "Yes, milady."
He turns over, hands and knees, and drops to his elbows when Nadia's palm skates over his ass, a lovely combination of soft and callused from her swordwork. He clenches his fist, tingling with anticipation.
Nadia hums appreciation, and her thumb glides over his hole. Julian twitches, ass swaying, and Nadia chuckles, brushing her fingertip over him again.
“Are you all right, doctor?” she asks, circling him with the oil, a light pressure that is more tease than anything else.
Julian gasps a frustrated noise into the pillow. “Yes, milady,” he says, and tries to ease back toward her, asking with his body that she actually fill him with those strong, slender fingers.
“Wonderful,” Nadia purrs, and two fingers slide into him, slick with oil and gently calloused. She curves them just right, nudging against that spot inside of him, and Julian trembles.
He grips the sheets, back arching, forehead pressed to the mattress. He clenches around her fingers, and her approving hum sets a fire in her veins. She strokes in and out of him, pressing against that spot on every inward stroke, and his balls draw up, his cock dribbling freely.
He makes an inarticulate noise, and her fingers withdraw completely. Julian aches from the loss, but before he can protest, she returns with a third, and they all sink into him with embarrassing ease. Or at least, he’d be embarrassed were this anyone else.
“Beautiful, doctor,” Nadia says, and he flushes from the praise. “I hardly need to prepare you, so eager you are for me. What a treasure you are, my dear.”
Julian doesn’t whimper, but it’s a near thing. His fingers tighten in the sheets, his thighs trembling.
“But I’ve teased you long enough, I think,” Nadia says, her fingers flirting over that special spot and making him writhe, stars dancing behind his eyes. “I’ve teased us both actually.”
Julian exhales as she removes her fingers, and his knees wobble, threatening to drop him, until he locks his elbows. He turns his head to the side, peering back at Nadia, and the gleam of appreciation in her eyes makes his stomach flipflop.
“I’m not protesting,” he says.
“Vocally,” she replies with a lilting chuckle. She cups his hip while her other hand wraps around the false penis, and the rounded head of it presses against his hole. “But I can read the neediness in you, sweet doctor, and never let it be said the Countess does not heed the desires of her subjects.”
Julian might have had a clever retort, had she not chosen that moment to push into him, glass warmed by her body heat, and so thick and smooth as it glides past his rim. He turns his head, pants into the sheets, toes curling as she fills him, inch by glorious inch. There must have been a subtle curve to the phallus because it rides along that spot, and Julian gasps, stars at the back of his vision, as his cock leaps and pleasure dances along his spine.
The front of Nadia’s thighs press warmly to the back of his own, and she’s fully seated, flush against his buttocks, her hands laying along his hips as if to hold him in place. Julian trembles, clenching and unclenching around the toy, sweat turning his skin slick.
“Do you need a moment?” Nadia asks, one palm smoothing up his spine and down again, fingers delicate against each nob.
Julian swallows, the sheets cotton against his lips, and he turns his head enough to say, “There aren’t enough moments to keep me from coming once you start to move.”
Nadia laughs, sounding pleased with herself. “Who asked you not to do so?” She rocks her hips, pushing the phallus in and out of him with incremental motions. “Perhaps I wish to see how quickly I can make you spill.”
“Gods,” Julian says, and Nadia laughs again, moving a little faster, a little deeper, and all of Julian’s toes curl at the rise in pleasure.
He gasps and buries his face in the sheets, if only to hide all of the embarrassing noises he’s making. His face is a thing of fire, his cock leaving a pool of pre-come beneath him. Nadia is a master, her hands roaming over his body, manicured nails leaving raised marks in his skin, and he gnaws on the sheets as he writhes.
“Beautiful,” Nadia murmurs, and the word dances into Julian’s ears and makes him shiver with heat.
It’s delicious. Julian’s delirious with the pleasure. He’s so close, but it’s just not enough. He whimpers, clenching harder at the sheets, thighs trembling.
“Shhh,” Nadia murmurs, her hand smoothing down his spine, smearing his sweat. “I know exactly what you need, sweet Julian.”
She shifts, curls her arms around his waist, relies on nothing more than the power of her magnificent legs, and adjusts her angle within Julian as well. The girth of that phallus rides right along that spot within him, and stars explode behind the back of Julian’s eyes. He gasps, and turns into liquid, cock throbbing and pulse surging with each powerful rock of her hips.
It’s too much. It’s the perfect amount. He shakes, world narrowing to those points of contact, the heat of her body laid against him, the pressure deep within him, the smell of her in the sheets and around him. If he’d had any hope of showing off his restraint, it’s gone to ash, and the release takes him like a lightning storm.
He gnaws on the sheets, tastes her perfume on his tongue, as he shakes and shakes and spills, clenching down hard on the glass of her cock and everything wound tight in him. Then she has the gall to close her hand around his cock, to stroke and squeeze the last few drops from him, and Julian goes taut, wailing as the first orgasm explodes into another. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but surrender to it.
The pleasure strips him of everything, until all he can do is collapse, a puddle without strength, gasping and shaking and struggling to remember how to be inside his own body. Dimly, he registers Nadia talking, praise and quiet words, her hands stroking his back and flank. He makes an inarticulate sound and spits out the sheet he’d clenched between his teeth.
Nadia strokes sweat-damp hair out of his face and presses a delicate kiss to his eyeridge. “Are you with me, Julian?”
“Always,” he croaks, though he feels like a limp noodle and every inch of his body fairly hums with the distinct satisfaction of a life-altering orgasm. “That was…”
“Fantastic? Amazing? Transcendent?” Nadia asks with a quiet laugh and another gentle kiss to the curve of his cheek. “Feel free to stop me when I land on the correct adjective.”
Julian hums. “All of the above.” He peels open his eyes, turns his head a little to steal her lips for a kiss, though it is more an exchange of breath and a glancing brush of her mouth. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Nadia’s laid against him, all warm and weighty and soft-plush in all the right places, her hair tickling at his shoulders.
Mmm. Pleasure.
Wait.
Julian’s eyes snap back open -- when had he closed them. “Wait.” He struggles to move, though his limbs don’t want to respond and everything is warm and floaty in the way it so rarely is. “You-- I need to-- I haven’t--”
Nadia strokes hair out of his eyes. “Don’t you worry about me, doctor. I am quite content to spoil you at the moment.”
“But--”
“Hush.” She shifts, curls around him from behind again, and it takes him that long to realize he must have been out of it long enough for her to set aside the straps and the glass toy. “I am the one who decides what my pleasure is, and right now, that pleasure is your trust in me, and how beautifully you came undone under my hands.”
Julian flushes to the tips of his ears. “Yes, milady,” he says, suitably chastened, because she is right, of course. It is not up to him to decide what it is she wants, and if this is what she wants of him, he will give it to her.
“Now, if after a nap and a bath, you have the energy, I would not protest to your mouth.” Her thumb slips over his bottom lip, rubbing along the curve of it. “You are so very talented with it, after all.”
Julian shivers. “I would be honored.”
“Good.” She strokes his lip again before reaching for a light quilt, tugging it up over them. “First, a nap. Then we will see about the rest.”
Julian hums his assent. It’s hard to be anything but agreeable right now. Everything is floaty and warm and satisfied. He snuggles down into the mattress -- though he is in the wet spot, a product of his own pleasure. It’s a bit uncomfortable, so he shifts away from it -- Nadia’s bed is more than large enough to accommodate the move.
“Are you all right?” Nadia’s hand rests lightly on his hip, thumb rubbing circles over his hipbone.
“Wet spot,” Julian mumbles, and her laugh is a wondrous thing.
“But no pain?”
“None at all.” Julian squirms back, until he can tuck himself into the curves and dips of her body. He’s taller and longer than she, gangly and ill-fitting, but somehow she always makes him feel as if he is the small one.
“I am glad to hear it.”
There is a pulse of magic, unique to Nadia, and the torches in the room dim to nothing, casting everything in gentle shadows, broken only by the moon pouring in through the balcony. Nadia hums from the use of her magic, and it’s a gentle vibration against Julian’s skin. A soothing one.
“Sleep now,” Nadia murmurs, curling an arm around him, her palm resting on his chest, over his heart. Her breasts press to his back, her exhales a gentle warmth on his nape.
“Yes, milady,” Julian says. It’s an easy order to obey. He’s already half to sleep.
Nadia hums. “My dear, sweet doctor.”
Yes, he is indeed. He belongs to her and her alone.
She’s everything he wants in the world.
Julian sleeps.
