Chapter 8

I was nearly ready to penetrate her. She had given me a tittyfuck, blowjob and a thighjob.

First was time for revenge.

I'd bring her to consecutive orgasms, but just like how she had teased me without allowing me to penetrate her. I would do the same. I'd focus on her clit that I'd made ultra sensitive. If she consented I had restraints easily made. A vibrator I'd enchanted, coarse fabric and my own fingers and tongue.

She would feel my pleasure and suffering, but I'd make it ten times as wonderful and terrible. I laughed at my pseudo-evil thoughts.

I told her my plan and showed off my steel restraining bars where she would hang from and be restrained.

"If it is ever too intense you can take control. Just say 'apples' and you will be released from the restraints."

"Apples got it." She confirmed.

"Apples will be our safe word if you want me to stop."

"Why would I ever want to stop?"

I blushed at her sincerity. I doubted we would need the safe word. However, what is better than safe, happy sex? I would rather feel a little awkward doing this prep talk than miss it out and accidentally put her in a position where she felt trapped and terrified.

I started off using my own magic electricity to send gentle electrical stimulation. It should feel like pins and needles.

"Too much."

"Again?"

"Less, and yes."

I sparked her again.

"Yes." She shouted.

"Again?"

She nodded. I glanced at her waiting for her to say it.

"Again." She requested.

"What was that?"

"Again, Master."

I sparked her again and she yelped in pained pleasure. A light, teasing pain. She really was a bit of a masochist.

"Oh, yes!"

She rather enjoyed it.

"Is that all?" She bluffed.

I looked at her gushing slit.

I soaked a coarse, but not quite harsh, fabric in her own juices.

I rubbed the fabric across her clit. She squealed. Up and down, I roughly stimulated her most sensitive part. She came repeatedly. She shook from the intensity of the pleasure. She babbled nonsense, but made no protests to stop nor did she say the safe word.

Then, I used what I had earlier created a new metal that felt soft like silicon smooth and velvety to touch. I'd needed to or otherwise risk hurting Tulisa with the magic wand also known as a vibrator.

Electric vibrator did its work well. I wanted something I'd head of once. A machine that pulls on and holds the clit and gyrates it. How I'd make such a thing, I didn't know. Also, gloves, cock rings, oils, lubes and so on. So, I kept to the more simple vibrator.

She hung limply from the steel restraining bars. The main sign of life was her heavy breathing. Her sex juices gushed out of her like a waterfall and she dripped with beads of sweat. I breathed in and smelt only her: only the thick odour of sex she exuded after her exertions.

I knelt down and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed.

"How are you?" I asked with mild concern.

Her eyes opened and she grinned, "Amazing."

I grinned in turn, filled with smug satisfaction.

"You're the best."

I'd had my revenge.

I undid her restraints and took her to bed. We lay for a while cuddling and I eased any pains she might have. I whispered words of loving affection and praise.

Now was time for penetrative sex.

We lay in bed and she rested after my relentless feat of making her orgasm consecutively. Tulisa pressed her face to my chest. Her warm, gentle breath was ticklish.

"My gentle saviour. My second and dearest love. Please, I'm yours so take me and fill me. Let my house your seed and raise the child I've dream of these many cold winters."

"I want you to. Tulisa. Let me show you pleasure and give you child."

"Of course, gladly."

She got on all floors ready to serve me. I was full mast and her hot breath made me throb.

"If you permit."

"I do."

It was her way and she called me Master as she serviced me with her warm mouth.

She licked and slurped from tip to base and back again. She knew the shape and seemed to take a rare, genuine pleasure in service.

She delivered a blowjob with the utmost care and sincerity, and the most experience.

I could smell her arousal without even needing to use magic.

I watched her hidden smile, her starbright eyes and the jiggle of her breasts with every sucking motion.

"If my mouth makes you happy, I would do this for the rest of my life."

"Oh, yes."

"Master whatever you want, whatever I can do for you, I wish upon the stars to do it the ebay I can. I swear to you."

Her tongue does heavenly work and she increased her work.

"I believe you." I gasped.

"I'll swallow it all. Again. Watch me, Master."

"I'm cumming."

I let it all out. She tries to swallow it all, but my magic trickery I release far too much. SO she swallows a pint but more spills out of her nose and mouth and cum over her face, hair, and tits.

I wanted to be inside her as soon as possible.

"Please, fill me Master."

I held and placed myself at her entrance. She pulled me in. I slid smoothly in and she wrapped around me tight and warm. Her breaths were heavy and fast with excitement.

We've both got experience and after two false starts we move our hips as one. Arousal generating from us further linked an embrace of mutual pleasure.

I indulged in Tulisa's body thrusting in her. I don't hold back and treated thoroughly, close to rough, but without cruelty or pain, and she responded the same. Challenging me to be stronger and faster in our passionate joining. Her truly enormous breasts shook with every thrust.

Soon the sounds of wet smacking of flesh filled the room dancing with the smells of sex. Like the sexual union of her bodies, so too did our saliva and sweat pour and mix together into an ugly beautiful disgusting drink of love. Slick with our love juices we lost ourselves to the blank ecstasy of our carnal pursuits.

"Please give me your seed. Inside. I want your child!"

Though she did not wrap around me more tightly, her words drew me to my limit. I groaned and let it out inside her.

"Oh Damian."

"Tulisa."

"My master."

"My maid."

My hips trembled and I buried myself in her with my back arched and toes pointed. I let out copious amounts of fertile seed spilling out from my cock.

My joy, however, was cut short.

I heard a cry from outside, "The Romans are coming. The clans have betrayed us. Run!"