“Mmm, such a beautiful sight,” moaned Angela as she tipped the candle and hot wax splashed right on my pubic mound. The wax pooled, reaching for my clit as it flowed hot across my skin, only to cool before it reached my sensitive nub.
I let out a frustrated moan.
“Does my little slut want to feel hot wax burn her sensitive clit?” Angela asked, her hand tipping, threatening to drop the wax on my clit.
“I…I do, Mistress,” I groaned, squirming on the bed. “So much. I can’t believe how excited for its burning kiss I am.”
Angela tilted the candle. The hot wax beaded at the tip, the flame dancing merrily above the long length of candle. I bit my lip, trying not to squirm. I didn’t want the drop of wax to miss its target. I wanted that hot, searing kiss on my clit.
I knew I would cum.
“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t,” Angela said, straightening the candle.
I fought against my frustration and forced myself to say, “If that’s your desire, Mistress.”
Submission was exciting in its own way. Denying my own pleasures and surrendering to Angela’s desires made me so wet. It was an amazing act of trust. I loved her enough, trusted her enough, to put myself completely in her hands. I knew she would only give me pleasure.
Even if it hurt.
“No, I think I have a better idea how to use this candle.” Angela grasped me, her chainmail loincloth clinking as it shifted between her thighs, and flipped me onto my belly. She gave my ass a smack.
Then she shoved the thick base of the candle into my bowels. I groaned and shuddered as it pushed into my depths the length of my little finger. My asshole clenched around it. I wiggled and a drop of wax ran down its length to sear around my sphincter.
“Mistress,” I groaned.
“Now stay still,” Angela smiled as she rose. “I need to fetch the next participant in our game.”
“Participant?” I groaned as the wax cooled. “Who?”
Angela winked at me on the way to the door. She opened it and slipped out. The door closed behind her. My Mistress’s booted footsteps echoed as she headed down the hall to the stairs. I shuddered, my body trembling in anticipation.
Who was she fetching? Xera? The last I had seen of the elf she had taken a mature beauty to her bedroom to have hot, lesbian sex. Xera was between heats, but that didn’t mean her sex drive had decreased all that much.
“Faoril is busy with—”
My eyes widened. Another drop of wax had run down the candle and its burning heat pooled around my sphincter. I groaned and shuddered, my bowels clenching on the candle. Angela had found a way to give me such sweet torture.
Drop after drop of molten wax trickled down the candle and burned my flesh. It built cooled wax around the base. It spread through the crack of my ass, reaching in both directions. Drop by drop, it moved down my taint, caressing the sensitive flesh and growing closer and closer to my pussy.
“Sweet Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I groaned when the first drop seared my labia.
I shuddered as the burning wax trickled down my labia and vulva. I kept my legs spread wide, shivering as each new drop rolled down towards my clit, leaving cooling lines behind. The pain burned through my pussy.
One drop trickled right into my pussy hole. My insides ignited. I bit my teeth, fighting off the urge to orgasm. I hadn’t been given permission to cum. The wax trickled faster as the candle burned lower. Angela was gone for so long and the agony of the wax cooling on my labia and vulva drove me wild.
Then the first drop reached my clit.
I was so aware of the drop working across my labia, crossing patches already covered in wax and then searing new, sensitive spots with pain. I bit my lip as I neared my clit. My little nub throbbed in anticipation.
The pleasure was intense. “Slata’s hairy, whorish cunt!”
My exclamation echoed through the room as I fought against my orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly. The ached burned across my little nub. It hardened and cooled, giving me a moment of relief before a second drop reached my clit.
And a third.
“Sweet Saphique, help me fight this pleasure,” I groaned as more wax trickled across my pussy. I squirmed, the candle shaking, throwing drops off to splatter my butt-cheeks and lower back, kissing me in wonderful pain. “Let me be strong and obey my lesbian mistress’s commands.”
My clit throbbed as it was seared again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Knight-Errant Angela
I spotted the innkeeper’s daughter sweeping in the hallway, her lithe hips covered by a reddish-brown dress. She was a brunette just flowering into womanhood. Only eighteen, youthful and delicious, and I had noticed her eyes on me during supper.
I recognized the signs of a young girl’s youthful infatuation with a beautiful knight. I had the same excited awakening to the pleasures of my body at the sight of Lady Delilah when I was the girl’s age. My first crush.
It was what drove me to be a knight.
“It’s Alyiane, yes?” I asked.
The girl squeaked and dropped her broom. She spun around, her face bright red. “L-lady knight. I-is there something I can do for you?”
“Maybe,” I purred, moving to her. I cupped her cheek and lifted her gaze. She had blossomed into womanhood, her breasts large and straining the front of her dress. “I felt your gaze on me while I ate dinner. You stared with such intensity.”
“My apology, Lady Knight.” The girl trembled, her lower lip quivering, her eyes wide. My time with Sophia seemed to have twisted some of my desires. I now searched for female companionship more often then male.
Or maybe that was Thrak. I had access to his thick cock whenever I wanted and he made most men seem lacking. Faoril was always happy to share her lover with me.
“Why were you staring?”
“You’re just so beautiful and strong,” the girl gushed, “and magnificent. You’re a knight and yet you are so…so…beautiful.”
She said beautiful with such awe. I smiled. “Have you dreamed of being a knight?”
Alyiane nodded her head. “But…I’m commonborn.”
“That has little to do with it,” I laughed. I touched her between her breasts. “It matters what is in your heart. You could travel to Secare and squire with the Knights Deute, or if you prefer the companion of all women, the Knights Voizu in Thlin would train you. If you desired it enough.”
Her heart thudded beneath my hand. I moved it over and cupped her breast, squeezing through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened and a shudder washed through her body. She let out a slight moan.
“Well, do you desire it?”
“I…I…” She licked her lips. “When I look at you, I wish to be as beautiful, as strong.”
I stroked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, loving the way she squirmed. “You are a beautiful girl. A virgin?”
She nodded her head. “I…I’m shy. My father keeps me working and away from his guests as much as possible.”
“He doesn’t want you running off thinking you’re in love,” I told her. “A girl’s first time can be very special.”
Alyiane swallowed.
“Are you ready for your first time?” Her nipple was fat. I rolled it through her bodice. Another shudder ran through her.
“I…I think so,” she groaned. She licked her lips. “With you, lady knight.”