Into The Heart Of The Adrian Toledo

Much love and thanks to my betas for all their aid and a large thank you to Batchix Dolls and her gorgeous sculpt, Orpheus, for inspiring the character of Tomyhawk.

My Lord was growing tired of the pleas of these who’d discovered their way to his citadel. I could see that from across the room, yet the ones coming to him, endlessly begging him for divine understanding, saw none of that.

I gave my head a slight shake at their willful blindness as I approached the throne. They claimed ultimate understanding of themselves and those around ’em to have made the trip as far as they had. They demanded to know secrets beyond what they were entitled, thinking that making it not solely into the Adrian but to the citadel at the center made them nice of such knowledge. They assumed that to have braved their very soul to come into my Lord’s domain was proof they could rise above all that his kingdom would show them.

Arriving at the citadel unharmed, for the majority part, only proved that one was extraordinarily lucky.

I sighed softly and drew near my Lord where that guy sat slouched on his throne. His wondrous eyes were closed to mere slits, but this chab wasn’t asleep. this guy was alert and taking the measure of all who pleaded with him to know the mysteries of the unknown. this chab finally pointed at one of the supplicants, a chap whose over-confidence made me grind my teeth together — and I was known for my utter patience in all things. My Lord crooked his finger, and the chap approached, his attitude not quite screaming his smugness at being brought forward ahead of others who’d arrived previous to him.

He would pretty soon be sorry that my Lord had singled him out, assuming the guy retained his mind. I didn’t posses the ability to watch into another’s soul at will as my Lord did, but I didn’t need that to know the one called forward was nowhere near ready to see what my Lord would show him.

This disclose would not go well for the man.

The guy stared in fascination at my Lord’s hands, and in that, I couldn’t blame him. My Lord’s skin was dark gray, but his fingers were transparent, like looking through slightly opaque glass. There were no bones showing through his transparent skin, making ’em even greater quantity eye-catching. His palms were a gray so darksome they looked almost darksome. Thousands of points of miniature glittering lights pierced his palms and the backs of his hands. this chab literally held the endless possibilities of what every living thing was and could be in his hands. that guy was not solely the god of the Adrian, that guy was the Adrian.

My Lord opened his eyes and stared at the dude for what appeared to be like solely a second, yet forever at the same time.

My Lord’s eyes contained all the colors of the rainbow and some I was sure were purely a color created just for him.

They were charming and entrancing, and as far as I knew, no one but another god could tear their eyes away from my Lord’s direct stare when that guy chose to use his vigour. Even then, I wasn’t sure if it was ‘coz my Lord released the god or not. I could count on one hand the number of non-gods who were able to endure the stare of my Lord out of flinching and have fingers left over. Staring into the Adrian was not smth u did lightly, and whilst many thought they were prepared for what they saw, they were not at any time willing for him to stare back.

The stud started to tremble, and within a hardly any moments, he was shaking so hard, one might’ve mistaken it for a seizure. Tears coursed down his face, and pitiful, wretched sounds were torn from his mouth. this guy was forced to his knees by the weight of knowledge about himself and still my Lord did not break his gaze. If u were so foolish as to demand to look into the Adrian, then you have to be prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions.

The chap fell to his side at my Lord’s feet, twitching, kicking, and moaning. A thin line of spittle dribbled from the corner of his throat to pool underneath his cheek. His eyes not ever left my Lord’s face, although it was plain to watch that he wished with every fibre of his being that that guy could look away. He’d obviously seen greater quantity than this guy ever bargained for.

As I approached, I wrinkled my nose at the acrid smell of the guy wetting himself. I signaled a servant over to take the man away and stepped up to my Lord, laying a hand on his arm.

“It is past time to retire, Lord Tomyhawk,” I told softly.

“The supplicants will need to try another time some other time.”

My Lord stared at the dude now starting to gibber at his feet for a scarcely any moments longer previous to turning his gaze on me. ‘cuz this chab willed it, I saw anything that I was and had the potential of being in his eyes. The good, the bad, and everything in betwixt was laid undressed for me to watch. I accepted what I was shown, comfortable with the knowledge of who and what I was. I was also privileged to watch what no other did when they looked into the utter girl of my Lord’s eyes.

I saw into the heart of the Adrian, and it made my own leap with enjoyment at what I saw.

He smiled sluggishly at me and rose from his seat. The servant kept her eyes lowered as that babe pulled the now senseless dude away from the throne. this babe knew more good than to casually catch my Lord’s eyes, despite being one of my Lord’s long-time servants, and possibly risk seeing that which that babe was superlatively good not seeing. One at no time knew if u would simply look upon the almost all charming eyes it would ever be your fun to see or if the Adrian would give you a glimpse into yourself you might not be ready for.

He put his arm around me and rested his hand on my hip as that guy let me lead him from the throne room to our daybed chambers. I smiled a little smugly at my forethought in having a tray of fruits and cheeses brought to the room when I heard a soft growling from his abdomen. he could know all the deepest, darkest secrets locked in the depths of someone’s soul, but he often forgot the small things like eating and resting. In looking into the heart of the Adrian, I knew him more excellent than anyone, and I was honoured to have that privilege.

“What would I do out of you, Eilian?” this chab asked, as that guy leaned down slightly and kissed me on the forehead in advance of reaching for a piece of fruit.

“Starve and work yourself to the bone. That, by-the-way, is the last bottle of Fei-Lau’s chokecherry wine we have. I suggest a visit to pry a little greater amount out of his cellar sometime in the not-so-distant future,” I said as I pulled the sash free from my waist and dropped it onto a stool.

“He’s so stingy with his wine. It’s not even within the realm of his powers to make wine as fine as it is,” Tomyhawk told with a thoughtful look as this chab sipped from his glass. “Our brother, Lu-Tan, always did favour him, and he says Fei-Lau has an excellent palette. I swear Lu-Tan blessed him with a minor skill in wine making after Fei-Lau flash froze Lu-Tan’s vineyards as a joke that turned out to be a boon to Lu-Tan.”

“However he does it, it is marvellous wine. I’ll set smth up with Sleet to visit. this guy loves looking into your eyes, narcissistic little psychopath that he is, and never misses an opportunity to do so,” I said as I shed the rest of my clothes and walked to my lover.

Tomyhawk laughed before taking another sip of wine, a little sigh of pleasure escaping him. I moved behind him and slid my fingers betwixt the thick darksome and golden-brown dreads, massaging his scalp. he murmured in contentment and allowed me to relax him as this chab leisurely finished his wine and nibbled on the contents of the platter.

“What would you like this evening, Eilian?” he asked in a firm voice once he finished the wine and food.

I regretfully moved out from behind him and knelt at his feet in front of him. I stared at him, meeting his gaze and seeing only the glorious colours there, passion started a slow climb through me when I saw that passion mirrored in his eyes. His lips twitched up in the barest of smiles, but his voice was stern when this chab spoke.

“No, none of that, Eilian. you will tell me exactly what you crave. I crave to hear it from your lips tonight. Your words telling me what u wish are far sweeter to me than using my godhood to simply know,” this chab said as that guy stroked his fingers over my hair.

Until I had looked into the Adrian and that guy looked back at me, I’d thought my majority secret desires were abnormal and twisted. I’d enjoyed relations with studs lengthy in advance of I thought to brave the Adrian, but I’d at no time dared to voice my want to be fastened and whipped or subjugated to another’s will. That went against anything I’d been taught as a mage. My strength of will was crucial in performing and controlling strong magics. I’d been taught that to allow another to control me was to bring about my doom.

Tomyhawk’s revealing stare changed all that for me.

It wasn’t that that guy was a god and capable of squashing me like a bug with barely a thought if this guy so chose that allowed me to give anything over to him. It was seeing the same wants in him that existed in me, and understanding that those craves were not wrong or an abomination. If a god could allow one more to control him during sex games and gain pleasure, there was totally nothing wrong with my doing the same.

“I would like a whipping,” I told in a soft voice as anticipation curled throughout me and my jock firmed.

“Only that?” this chab asked as that guy pulled the tie from my hair and carded his fingers through the pale blue-gray and white strands. “I’m surprised you’re so sexually excited by the idea of only a whipping.”

“You always excite me, Master,” I said, slipping easily into the role of uncomplaining to his taskmaster. “If I’m allowed to ask for more, then I’d like to be in chains, my arms stretched toward the ceiling with the spreader bar betwixt my feet and impaled on the schlong with the fake penis of your choice attached to it. I’d like to feel very full during the whipping.”

Desire made Tomyhawk’s eyes glitter and his voice turn rough with need. “My choice? Very dangerous offer there, my love. What if I select smth you don’t want?”

I smiled and rubbed my cheek against his still dressed knee. “Impossible. We desire the same things. We saw that in every other. It’s one of the reasons why we love each other.”

“True sufficiently. anything else you’d like in your joy tonight?” Tomyhawk asked in an indulgent tone.

“Surprise me with something. I trust you to give me exactly what I need.”

“You are my treasure, Eilian,” he said as this guy tilted my head up for a brief kiss before waving me off to where bright silver chains hung from the ceiling.

We didn’t always play pain games, but we did it often enough to have some things permanently in our room, the chains being one of ’em. I was likewise quite fond of the spreader bar with the attachment that impaled me on a dildo. That was a beloved of mine as there was no way for me to escape the marital-device once it was inserted and locked to the spreader bar betwixt my feet. I revelled in the sensation of being forcibly permeated and infirm to whatever whim my Master, Tomyhawk, decided to visit upon me.

I secured the metal shackles to my ankles in advance of snapping the metal cuffs into place around my wrists, the slack in the chains just barely allowing me to click ’em into place by myself. I then waited with building passion for what was about to happen. Tomyhawk trailed his fingers over my sides and kissed my cheek lightly in advance of showing me what that guy was going to vigour into my wazoo. I licked my lips, and a flutter of nerves made my abdomen clench.

The dildo this guy chose was not particularly thick at the head although it widened considerably by the time one reached the base. What it lacked in overall girth was more than compensated for in length. It was easily the length of my forearm from fingertip to elbow with bumps each inch that increased in size the closer to the base one went. The last four bumps were even thicker than Tomyhawk’s cock, and he was very nicely endowed as befitted a god. We’d played with toys with a larger girth before, but this was one of a length I’d yet to manage to take all the way inside.

Anticipation and nerves made me breathe faster and my jock rock hard.

“You will take all of this tonight, Eilian,” Tomyhawk told in a voice that told me it was pointless to protest, which thrilled me to my very core. this guy knew me so very well.

“Yes, Master,” I said in a soft voice and wished that I could watch Tomyhawk’s expression as this chab made me accept the toy.

Those wondrous fingers of his slicked my hole and shoved some thick ball cream inside me. he withdrew his fingers and just now poked the slim head of the sex-toy several inches into my unprepared gazoo. I gasped at the forceful entry and slight burn but intensely enjoyed one as well as the other as he knew I would. When I wanted a whipping, I wanted immediate and shocking pang with my pleasure, and that guy was always greater quantity than happy to give me what I wanted.

I heard the soft click of the pecker the fake penis was attached to being locked into the spreader bar between my feet, and a full-body joy shiver worked over me. There was very little play in the chains that held my arms above my head.

My feet were securely held shoulder-width apart by the spreader bar. I could raise myself on tip-toe to try and avoid the dildo, but that would merely grant me scant inches that really wouldn’t matter much one time Tomyhawk began using a little godly vigour to ratchet the vibrator into me.

Tomyhawk stepped in front of me and showed me what he’d chosen as my surprise. If I hadn’t already loved him beyond reason, what that guy held would’ve shoved me headlong into love with him. A metal band with guys lining the inside was attached to chains. those chains hooked onto clips that further had tiny weights attached to them. I was going to pain so beautifully.

“For you, my love,” Tomyhawk said as that guy closed the studded band around the base of my cock, locking it in place.

I gasped at the sharp nip of the men into my sensitive flesh even as passion made pre-come bead on the head of my 10-pounder. this chab kissed me deeply, swallowing my little sounds of pang as he tugged on the chain attached to the 10-pounder ring. he drew back and smiled when he saw that my teats were eager, hard points waiting for the bite of the vids and the pull of the weights. that guy tied the vids to my nipples, and I groaned in joy when that guy flicked the weights lightly to set them swaying gently. this guy tipped my face up to his and stared into my eyes, letting me see a little into the Adrian as well as looking into me. His enjoyment with what we were about to do and his immense love for me were easily visible. he smiled not fast at me and kissed my forehead.

“So you want it, it shall be done, my love,” this chab whispered previous to moving away from me.

For several seconds I had no idea what that guy was talking about. Then mirrors appeared floating around us, giving me 3 hundred and sixty degree view. I smiled, a thrill shooting through me at what he’d done to increase my joy. There were times when having a paramour who could watch directly into your core and what you wanted out of you needing to say a word was highly handy.

I watched with growing arousal as Tomyhawk undressed.

He was a god, and as such, it was expected that this chab would be perfectly put jointly. I thought that guy passed perfection.

He was beautifully sculpted and toned. My face hole watered a little at the thought of licking every defined muscle. His weenie was hard and flawless. My booty clenched in fun around the fake penis at the memory of taking his dong deep inside me as the thick strands of his hair brushed over my back and sides. A miniature moan of need slid from my throat when a cat-o’-nine tails appeared in his hand. this guy was going to make me hurt, it was going to be utterly nice-looking to watch, and I’d love every second of it.

He watched me in the mirrors as he swished the whip back and forth, the sound gripping us the one and the other. that guy approached me from behind, pressing his chest to my back as that guy dragged the leather tails over my ramrod previous to gently bumping the weights attached to the teat clamps. this guy licked the edge of my ear and bit my neck hard enough to leave vivid red marks on my snow-white skin.

“For every five strikes, you’ll take an inch more of the sextoy in your ass. you have 2 inches inside u already, so you’ll receive ten strikes in advance of the sex-toy moves. I will not stop until you’ve taken the entire toy. u may screech and cry as much as you like, but you are not to release until I give you permission. If u fail, you will remain bound like this and impaled until I feel you’re sorry for disobeying me.”

I managed to do some quick mental math and sucked in a glad breath. The toy was roughly sixteen inches long, so I was going to receive eighty strokes of the cat. Tomyhawk had never given me that many before, despite my asking him to go further in previous sessions. I enjoyed poking my limits, but he appeared to be fearful of poking me harder than I could stand, the strength and endurance of a god unmatched to anyone else. Sometimes Tomyhawk was a little too cautious in our play, saying that this chab didn’t like some of the possibilities this guy saw if this guy shoved me harder. I wasn’t sure what made him poke the one and the other our restrictions now, but I was thrilled to my core with his plan.

“Thank you, corporalist. I will not fail you,” I said, lustful not quite beyond words for what that guy was giving me.

I had utter faith in Tomyhawk. Despite his harsh words, if that guy sensed I was indeed suffering more than I could bear, that guy would stop. he knew what was in my heart coz of what this chab was. A little smile quirked up my lips when I thought that maybe even the Adrian was sometimes afraid of what that guy saw when the one that guy was seeing into held so much meaning to him.

Tomyhawk ran his hands over my lengthy hair, lifting some of the pale blue-gray and white strands to his lips for a kiss. he sighed regretfully, loving to see my hair unbound, and let the cat dangle from the thong around his wrist as he smoothed the stands and efficiently braided my hair into a thick hank. that guy secured it to my head in a big coil, and excitement zipped through me at what that meant. this guy was not going to reserve the whipping to my back and arse. If he’d planned on doing that, he’d have simply draped my hair over my shoulder to expose my back.

The first few strikes of the cat were not quite gentle. It warmed the skin of my back and arse but was nowhere close to what I wanted. It did, however, make my arse clench reflexively around the dildo, reminding me that it was there and would in a short time be going deeper. I mentally counted ten strikes in increasing strength and hummed approval. The sextoy pushed a little deeper into my arse after some other five warmed my skin further. Tomyhawk reached around me, the cat swinging loose from the strap around his wrist, the tails brushing teasingly over my 10-pounder. he tugged on the clips on my teats sending pleasurably painful sparks throughout them as he watched my reaction in the mirrors that surrounded us.

He stepped back and five fast strikes landed on the back of my right haunch. My skin quickly warmed, and less than a breath after the last strike, the sex toy shoved further into me.

I barely had time for that joy to register before five greater quantity strikes were laid on the back of my left haunch and the fake penis moved another inch into my ass.

Tomyhawk stepped around to face me and crammed his body to mine, our rods rubbing together. this chab kissed me again, his tongue playing with mine as this chab dragged the tails of the cat over my reddened wazoo cheeks, teasing me. this guy pulled back from the kiss and cupped my face gently with one hand.

“So beautiful,” that guy told softly previous to stepping back and laying five hard, fast blows to the inside of my left thigh.

I hissed throughout my teeth at the unexpected speed and vigour. I felt the disturbance of air across my balls from the passage of the tails and instinctively tried to twist away to protect ’em. The fake penis crammed hard on my prostate sending fun streaking to my jock. The studded band dug into me as my rod twitched, and I moaned at the charming pang it caused. My breath caught as more of the fake penis entered me and another five blows with the same speed and intensity landed on my other haunch accompanied by greater amount of the sextoy being fed into my a-hole. another inch of the sex-toy entered me after five greater amount strikes, gentler than the ten I’d just received, landed on every side of my chest just above the teat episodes. 2 more inches of the sex toy made its way into me.

My skin stung and felt warm, but it was entirely bearable and very arousing. The sex-toy thrilled me as it inched its way into my ass, and I wriggled my haunches the little I was allowed for greater quantity sensation. Tomyhawk smiled indulgently at me as this guy watched me try to increase my pleasure, his weenie bobbing in appreciation at my erotic struggles for more.

“Very good, my love. You’re more than halfway there.

However, I haven’t heard any of your sweet cries of ache yet. I must not be using sufficiently strength. It’s so hard to tell what is sufficiently and what isn’t when your pale skin marks so wonderfully from even a light kiss of leather. Or perhaps I’m simply not applying the cat in the right places,” this chab said, a teasing tone in his voice since that guy was very aware of how much force was needed to make me yell.

I cried out in surprise when that guy laid five burning strikes down my ribs from armpit to thighs. A grunt was coercive past my lips when some other bump on the dildo made its way inside me. It still wasn’t as thick as Tomyhawk’s cock, but it was wonderfully uncomfortable to be compulsory to accept the toy without preparation. this chab iterated the strikes on the other side of my body, and one more of the spreading bumps poked past my hole.

Tomyhawk stepped back and watched me as that guy closed his fingers around his shlong and started to wank himself.

My mouth watered. I loved the feel of Tomyhawk’s cock in my face hole nearly as much as I loved the sensation of him unfathomable in my gazoo. more than one time I’d managed to find release from the elementary fun of bringing him off, tasting his seed and knowing I’d pleased him. I not quite desperately wanted to have my lips around him, engulfing him during the time that my skin burned from his expertly applied touch of the cat.

I had no idea why I was surprised at the sudden slack in the chains holding my wrists. It wasn’t the first time

— and it of course wouldn’t be the last time — he’d used his godly power to arrange me how this guy wanted. My upper body slid forward, wringing a tiny pained sound from me as my arms were pulled back into an awkward position.

The weights attached to my teats swung wildly at the sudden change in my position, pulling on the distended tips and making me gasp with tortured delight. A petite whimper twisted from my throat when Tomyhawk rubbed the slick head of his weenie over my slightly parted lips. I did not need to be told to suck.

“So beautiful and eager, my love. Have a care with the teeth. A little gentle scraping is arousing. Biting will result in this play ending immediately,” Tomyhawk told as this guy rested his hand lightly on my head.

I didn’t know why that guy thought I’d bite him until the cat began to fall over my shoulders in slow, measured, stinging blows. My shoulders soon ached from the position they were in, and my skin felt hot and delicate as Tomyhawk whipped me with greater quantity power than he’d used previous to. he shoved his jock unfathomable into my throat making me take nearly too much and cutting off my breath for several lengthy seconds at a time. The weights on my nipps swung with his each thrust, the pull and harsh pinch on the now sensitive tips exceedingly erotic to me. My weenie throbbed, and every surge of blood made the studs of the weenie ring pressing into my flesh feel like sharp little teeth. My balls ached with the need to release, and it was yet some other layer of nice-looking pang wrapping around me.

I didn’t think I’d ever been so aroused by our pang play before.

My gazoo was beginning to feel uncomfortably full, and I was fairly sure I’d at no time had greater amount length inside me than I did at that moment. I was afraid and yet eager for more.

Tomyhawk pulled his cock from my face hole with a regretful sigh, and I groaned at the loss. The chains at my wrist tightened again, and I was once greater quantity upright.

“As much as I love your throat on me, I have other plans for where and when I’ll release. You’ve done very well, Eilian. you have twenty strikes to go and some other four inches of vibrator to take. Four inches doesn’t sound like much does it? I’m sure that you’ll be revising that opinion in the next little whilst though. Although, you probably just need something to take your mind off how much is going up your gazoo to make it easier to bear,” Tomyhawk told as this chab drew back his arm and struck my hard pecker with the cat.

I screamed and instinctively tried to jerk away. The sex tool buried unfathomable in my butt and the chains and cuffs at my wrists and ankles prevented me from moving greater amount than a not many inches. The weights on my nipples bounced against my chest making me whimper at the sharp ache. Tomyhawk laid some other strike to my cock, and I shrieked and tried to twist in my bonds, my struggles doing nothing to free me and adding to the pull against my nipps and the pressure in my gazoo. 3 greater quantity strikes landed on my now burning pecker. I sobbed and hung my head as another inch of the fake penis was forced into my clenching, protesting arse. The pain was immediate and intense, and my arousal surged.

I wanted desperately to come, but I wanted to obey Tomyhawk greater amount. What he was doing for me was completely consummate and utterly what I’d wanted in this session.

Tomyhawk tipped my face up to look at him, and I was immediately lost in the beautifully fractured rainbow of his eyes. I saw the uncertainty in him and knew then that this chab was using none of his all-seeing godly powers to know what I wanted from him. He’d at no time done that in advance of saying he didn’t want to take the chance of really hurting me when it could so easily be avoided. It thrilled and humbled me that that guy set aside his godly powers ‘cuz that guy knew I’d have a fun the extra jolt of danger to our play despite how uneasy it made him.

“Give me more, master. you will at no time hurt me the way you fear u will. at no time. u know me too well. I have absolute, unshakable faith in you. I’m asking for this pain, and what you’ve given me is beautiful, but I desire more,”

I said, the combination of arousal and pang making me a little breathless.

“I do not merit you, Eilian. The Adrian shouldn’t hold one so giving, but I can’t let u go.”

“I’ve at no time asked or wanted u to let me go. I belong with you, to you. I’ve seen into the heart of the Adrian, and it is a reflection of my heart. Finish me. Please. I feel like I’ve waited forever for you to do this for me. You’ve seen inside me countless times. u know how much I’m loving every single strike u give me.”

Tomyhawk smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. “As you wish, my love.”

He stepped back, and the cat descended on my penis and balls once more. I writhed against the hawt kiss of leather to my sensitive rod. The pang was exquisite, and I panted as I struggled against the need for release. Tears slid down my cheeks, and I made a choking sound in my mouth as one more inch of the sex tool was worked into my booty. Tomyhawk was right in that four inches could be a hell of a lot with the right perspective.

He moved behind me and pressed his chest to my welted back and gazoo. His lips travelled over my neck, and his voice when he whispered into my ear was the sound of velvety sin.“You insist that u can handle the vigour of a god. There is still much of the gutsy little mage left in you as when u braved the Adrian and made your way to my citadel so long ago. I discover that captivating and arousing. Remember, Eilian, you are not to come until I give you permission. I have plans for that enjoyable hard pecker of yours.”

I shivered in anticipation. “I won’t fail you, Master.”

“You could never fail me, my love,” this guy told softly as he kissed me gently on the back of the neck.

Tomyhawk moved back, and I watched his arm rise in the mirrors, anticipation curling tightly through me. The hit of the cat against my arse was unlike any of the ones in advance of it. The pain was intense and immediate, ripping a cry of torment from me. this guy waited for me to look in the mirror so I could see the stripes bursting into bloom on my white skin in advance of his arm rose anew and he brought the cat down on my other butt cheek. I screamed and tried to twist away but solely succeeded in squirming around on the dildo, which made me groan in over-stuffed joy. The next 2 strikes caught me on either side of my back and had me sobbing anew before that guy laid some other in a wide swath across my a-hole. I shouted as the marital-device went further into me, feeling intensely uncomfortable, but so very precious at the same time.

“Revel in what I give you now, Eilian,” he told in a commanding voice that sent a rush of wish spiraling throughout me. this chab was going to make me hurt so very good.

My eyes went wide when I saw an identical cat appear in Tomyhawk’s other hand. I had time for one startled breath in advance of he moved so fast my eyes couldn’t track him. that guy stood in front of me half a heartbeat after he’d been at my back and swooped down to claim my lips in a fierce kiss, the cats no longer in his hands.

Pain exploded over my body, and I screamed into his mouth.

My ass, back, chest and the front and backs of my haunches were on fire. The strikes had happened so fast, my nerves hadn’t even registered it previous to Tomyhawk was in front of me kissing me. I felt dizzy and euphoric from the pain.

My balls ached fiercely with the need for release. The feel of Tomyhawk’s touch against my welted skin was blissful torment. My wazoo was stuffed beyond what I thought I could bear. I sagged in the chains, feeling wrung out and energized at the same time, greater quantity than a little shocked that I’d managed to hold off my orgasm from smth so intensely good.

Tomyhawk gentled his kiss, and the next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes open. We were lying on our bed, him on his back and me draped over his chest. My hair was loose and overspread us like a silky blanket. I felt wrung out but intensely gratified despite not reaching my peak yet.

My skin burned in fiery undresses from Tomyhawk’s expert whipping. The vids and weights were gone from my nipples, and I hissed as the sensitized nubs throbbed in time with my heartbeat. The weenie ring was gone as well, and a little smile turned up my lips when I found that I missed the bite of the chaps and the weight of the band. My eyes went wide when I realized that the fake penis was still fully seated in my ass.

“You are amazing, my love. I will not at any time doubt u anew when u say that you can handle the excitement of a god.”

The love and praise in his voice made warmth swirl through me. I could feel his erection against my abdomen and had to concentrate hard not to grind mine into him; otherwise, I was sure I’d come on the spot. My skin hurt where it touched his but that was the pay off for the whipping I’d asked for, so I wallowed in the sensation.

I wanted to poke the sex tool from my body and slip onto Tomyhawk’s cock, but no matter how hard I pushed, the sex toy wasn’t going anywhere.

Tomyhawk chuckled and drew my head down for a idle kiss. “The sex toy stays where it is for now, my love. I’m quite taken with the idea of u filling my ass during the time that yours is so full and u can do nothing to remove what fills it.”

My weenie gave a hearty twitch at that idea during the time that the rest of my body seemed incapable of moving, the muscles feeling like over-cooked noodles. I was stronger and hardier than a mere mortal, but the intensity of our earlier play made even that edge dulled.

“The spirit is very, very willing but the body isn’t co-operating at the moment,” I said with a frown when I still couldn’t seem to receive co-ordinated enough to do what we’d the one and the other enjoy.

Tomyhawk chuckled and strength suddenly surged throughout me. “A little temporary godly boost for our mutual pleasure.”

I kissed him in heartfelt thanks. whilst I most often had the pleasure of Tomyhawk filling my ass, this chab enjoyed riding my cock, and I enjoyed having him seated there. We’d have the one and the other been incredibly frustrated if the grand finale was cut short. I started to reach for the table beside the couch where we kept all manner of creams and oils, but that guy stopped me with a mischievous look and a gentle hand on my arm.

“You’re not the only one who discovered that whipping very erotic. I’m a little eager to feel u inside me. I’m ready for u now. There are times I truly appreciate being a god.”

I laughed and kissed him again previous to moving betwixt his widen legs. this guy solely had to think of having a lubed up and stretched ass, his or mine, and it happened if this chab willed it. There almost any of course were advantages to godhood. I crammed the head of my schlong to his gap and sank smoothly into wonderfully taut heat. Sweat broke out over my body, stinging oh so pleasurably where it oozed over the welts. I bit my lip at the unbelievable fun of being buried balls deep in the man I loved whilst my body ached from the pain I’d asked him to give me.

“Don’t hold back on my account, my love. I crave to see u come undone for me and feel your enjoyment fill me.”

I moaned softly and began to move my hips. each thrust shifted the vibrator in my gazoo making me very aware of it and distracting me from reaching my peak, which was probably his plan. The softness of my hair brushing over the welts on my skin stung fiercely, but that only increased my arousal.

Tomyhawk watched me intently, and I got caught in the hotty of his gaze. I fell into the heart of the Adrian and felt a wave of love and acceptance building in me. that guy reached up and traced over the welts on my chest that he’d made, my skin burning at the gentle touch and adding another layer of pleasure to what I was already feeling.

My big o caught me by surprise, and I stiffened as I jerked my thighs taut to Tomyhawk. I groaned as I pumped my seed into his body. he shivered and canted his hips to take me deeper, a sound of enjoyment winding from him. I panted and stayed crammed to him, reluctant to move from the heat thrilling my schlong. I noticed then that that guy was still hard, and I reached for his cock.

“I have a much better idea than using your hand, alluring as it is. acquire on your hands and knees, Eilian,” he demanded.

My heart thudded in my chest as excitement started to build in me once more. I did what that guy asked, a little groan escaping my lips as this guy traced a finger painfully over the welts on my arse. he brushed his fingers repeatedly over my pucker before leaning forward and telling me to poke the sextoy from my body. I pushed, and I felt my booty stretch wide as the first of the large bumps popped free.

Tomyhawk petted the raised marks he’d made over my ass, thighs, and back as I lazily pushed the lengthy toy from my body. His light touch over my abused skin hurt, and it wasn’t facile to shove the very big bumps from my ass, but I gloried in the sensations. I tried to remove the toy from my butt faster but it moved at a maddeningly slow pace that allowed me to savour the feel of each bulge as it left me. I was sure that slowness was Tomyhawk’s doing, and I loved him for his forethought. The movement of Tomyhawk’s fingers over my now tender skin stung but I loved every second of it and the way that it added to the enjoyment of the dildo’s exit. I was panting another time by the time the fake penis finally left my ass, and my weenie was not quite hard again.

“Come sit on my cock, your back to my chest,” this guy ordered.

I eagerly complied. After having so much in my wazoo for as long as I did, it felt achingly empty now. I positioned myself over his weenie and sank easily onto him, the one and the other of us groaning in joy. Tomyhawk skimmed his hands over my ribs and lightly touched my still engorged nipps. My eyes closed, and I groaned at how sensitive they were. The temporary strength he’d given me ebbed away, and my mind slid back into pleasurable submission as I sagged in his arms and he moved me as this chab wished.

“Open your eyes, my love. Look how glamorous we are together,” Tomyhawk said in a desire-heavy voice as his thighs moved his ramrod slowly in and out of me.

The mirrors were back and showed me something I’d not ever dreamed of seeing. My white skin was a marked contrast to Tomyhawk’s black gray skin. I thought the bright red whip marks slashed across my body were beautiful cuz he’d put them there for our mutual pleasure. My nipps were hard, fiercely-red points, and my knob lightly slapped my stomach with every thrust. The skin of my back burned where it rubbed against his chest, and I revelled in that, petite whimpers bursting from me with each one of his thrusts.

Tomyhawk cupped my legs behind the knees and pulled ’em up and apart so that I had a clear view of his 10-pounder pumping my hole. he raised himself up on his knees, widening them a little and supporting my weight as if I were no thing greater quantity than a feather. I watched with growing longing as a thin trail of my seed oozed out of his ass and down his thigh, the white stark against his gray skin.

I’d never seen anything so wickedly erotic in my life.

“Take your knob in hand, my love. Come one more time for me,” this chab whispered into my ear.

He shifted his grip so my knees were cradled by his elbows and my haunches pulled constricted to my chest. His fingers pinched my sensitive nipples, the miniature pang piling onto the ache he’d already given me. I wrapped my hand around my jock and stroked myself as I watched Tomyhawk dominate my hole without leniency. My balls drew up after an embarrassingly short time, and I managed a breathless warning that I was coming. Tomyhawk surged into me and held himself still as my dick spurted my seed over my chest, the muscles of my wazoo squeezing and releasing him.

“Exquisite,” this guy murmured as he released my nipples and clutched behind my knees once more with his hands.

Tomyhawk moved me forcefully over his pecker. My breath hitched at the burning pang of the welts being rubbed against his skin, but I wouldn’t have asked him to stop for everything. this chab caught my eyes in the mirrors, and I looked into the heart of the Adrian. Love and serenity flowed throughout me at what I saw. this guy thrust once greater quantity and breathed my name against my cheek as his peak found him.

I hummed my pleasure at feeling him fill me with his seed and closed my eyes at the utter enjoyment this chab gave me.

I blinked slowly and became aware of the throbbing of my skin at the same time that I realized the soothing lub-dub beneath my ear was Tomyhawk’s heart. I tilted my head up and saw his face, his eyes closed and a gentle smile on his lips. I started to raise my hand solely to discover my fingers laced with his. he opened his eyes to cunts and brought our joined hands to his face hole for a light kiss.

“I wore u out, my love. I didn’t think that was possible. How do u feel? Are you all right?” Concern coloured his words.

“I feel priceless. A little sore, but that’s a pitiful price to pay for how worthwhile u made me feel. What we did was… it was priceless. Especially the last strikes u gave me. I don’t think I could play that hard all the time, but one time in a whilst is greater quantity than sufficiently for us,” I told confidently as I moved up and kissed him on the lips. “And u now know for absolute sure that I can not only handle but deeply have a fun the passions of a god. How u could’ve doubted that for as lengthy as you have when you are the Adrian and know exactly what’s inside me, I have no idea.”

“Yes, once in a during the time that for that level of play is just valuable for us. I at no time doubted you, my love. I only doubted myself and that my wishes were truly what I saw reflected in u and not just some wishful thinking on my part. Do you desire me to heal your welts? It will hurt a bit as healing is not something in my scope of powers, but it’ll be over relatively quickly.”

“No, I like the physical reminder of what we did.

Besides, they’ll likely be gone come morning, and I know you like seeing the marks as much as I do.”

“True enough. Have I told you this day that I love you?” he asked as that guy stroked a hand over my hair.

“No, but I know u do. I have looked into your heart greater amount than once,” I told softly as I returned the favor and ran my fingers over his velvety dreads.

Tomyhawk smiled. “And the Adrian has looked back at you and was instantly smitten. I may not need to tell u what u already know, but I crave to. It’s important that u hear it. I love you, Eilian.”

“I love you, Tomyhawk,” I said as I closed my eyes and snuggled into his side.

Tomyhawk held me carefully to avoid causing me greater quantity pain, and I sighed in pleased contentment. So long agone I’d thought to brave the Adrian in the name of seeking ultimate power. I’d been prepared to sacrifice much for one miniature glimpse. I’d gambled and won so much more than I dared to fantasy from looking into the heart of the Adrian and having him look back at me.

End.