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On the final morning of my chastity, I wake up at dawn, just like I used to in the Hobokins. I stretch, feeling better rested than I did all last week. I hate to admit it, but maybe I did need the break from casting.
The sun is just brightening the sky, so it’s too early to go to Arlon’s office. As eager as I am to get the cage off, I doubt he’ll be inclined to unlock it if I wake him up. Instead, I get dressed and head to the mess hall to grab a quick breakfast before going down to the baths. This early, it’s abandoned, and I remember why I like being an early riser. I can ease into the day on my own terms before other people enter the mix.
Of all the things I’ve had to get used to in the Crux, being around folks all the time has been the unexpected challenge. In the Hobokins, I’d talk to people maybe once a week when I went into town. Now, unless I’ve locked myself away in my room, I’m rarely alone in the towers. I’m not complaining, but it can get a little exhausting being around folks all the time. For now, I take advantage of the rare moment of solitude and take a spot in my favorite pool in the back.
I take my time to bathe and shave before I simply slide back into the water and enjoy it. I must be there an hour before I hear someone else come down the stairs. It would normally be my cue to leave, but when I look over, I see Cancassi. And they’re naked. “Can I join you?”
“Of course,” I say. I try not to stare, but it’s a losing battle. Cancassi moves like a dancer, long limbs elegant and poised. Long white hair hangs free of it’s braid, and stops at their slender waist, dripping over their shoulders to partially cover the small mounds of their breasts. Their porcelain skin glows with sweat, and I can’t help but wonder what they were doing before this. They step into the pool and my eyes are drawn to their soft cock that’s haloed by a little tuft of white hair, but it disappears under the water as they sink in with a sigh.
“Early morning?” I ask and blink hard as I force myself to refocus on Cancassi’s face.
“More like a late night,” they say and sink up to their neck. “I was helping with an enchantment spell in the dungeon.”
“Gods, all night? That sounds daunting.”
Cancassi chuckles. “Not so much for me. I was simply assisting in casting. For Thaddius though, almost certainly. But testing for mastery isn’t supposed to be easy.”
I rub a wet hand over my face. “I’m sure it’s not. Not much seems easy with magic. I’m having a hard enough time just narrowing down which school I want to study,” I say.
“Have any struck an interest?” they ask.
My grin is crooked. “That’s the problem – they all have. At least all the ones I’ve tried so far.”
Cancassi chuckles. “Maybe you should get a taste of all of them before you decide,” they say. “Which schools haven’t you delved into yet?”
I think back and count it off on my fingers. “I’ve tried abjuration, a bit of illusion, evocation and divination,” I say. “Am about to finally get out of conjuration. I’ve seen a little bit of enchantment, but haven’t tried it. And I haven’t tried transmutation or corpimancy.”
Cancassi’s grin turns sly, and their foot brushes mine under the water. “Well, then let me formally extend an offer to give an introduction into transmutation.”
Even the innocent touch makes me shiver. After five days, every brush of skin against mine is enough to light my nerves up. Cancassi’s grin widens as they slide their foot up my leg to touch the metal cage. “You get this off today?”
My breath hitches. “Yeah.”
“Good,” they say. “Later this week then? I would very much like to get you into that harness. I hate that it’s just collecting dust.”
I hope it’s not just my desperation that makes me say, “Deal.”
Cancassi smiles. “It’s a date.”
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Once first bell rings, I head towards Arlon’s office. It might still be a little early, but I’ll take my chances. Cancassi’s less-than-innocent touch helped nothing, and I’m starting to get desperate.
I’m almost to his door when someone calls my name. When I turn, I see Margeurite further down the hall. She hurries to catch up, robes billowing out behind her, but as she gets close, I see the dark shadows under her eyes. She looks exhausted.
“You’re alright?”
She gives a tired smile. “I’m fine,” she says. “You are kind to ask.”
I give her a searching look. She looks anything but. “How’s the divination going?”
She lets out a huff that reminds me canlı bahis too much of the goats my da had kept. “Slowly,” she says. “And very frustrating. None of the wizards last with our missing people are divination wizards. It makes gathering more information very difficult.”
I remember the half-heard conversation between Galiva and Cancassi on the way to the tavern the other day. It makes me wonder if others have declined to cast with her. Marguerite had been attentive and understanding with me, so I’m not sure what happened to cause the rift between her and Galiva.
“Would you be interested in going into the silver again? I wonder if we can’t find a little more information.” Her face is so full of hope that I don’t feel right denying her. I’ve got no problem with divination. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Of course,” I say. “Though it will have to be later this week. Saturday?”
Marguerite looks a little disappointed, but she nods. “Saturday it will have to be. Thank you, Dominai,” she says, and gives my cheek a quick kiss before sweeping back down the hall.
I rub the spot, and can’t wipe the grin from my face as I reach Arlon’s door. I don’t know what’s in store for me with conjuration, and my guts are already squirming with anticipation. I straighten my robe, take a breath, and knock.
His deep voice answers from inside. “Come in.”
I open the door, and Arlon look up from the papers on his desk. He gives a small huff of a laugh. “I assumed I’d see you today,” he says. “And how has your chastity been?”
“Frustrating,” I admit.
Arlon gives his close lipped grin, but I see a hint of wicked pleasure hidden in his face. “Come in. Close the door behind you.”
I do as asked, my pulse already racing. Arlon is unhurried. He finishes scribbling whatever it is that he’s writing before he gets to his feet. “Come. I want to show you something,” he says and motions for me to follow.
I didn’t notice it the last time I was in here, but there’s a door on the far end of his office. He leads me through it and down a winding stone staircase. It opens up into a large space, the lights dim to just brighter than a candle flicker. It’s cool down here and more cavernous than I would have thought. It takes me a moment longer to realize that we’re not alone.
“Morning, sir,” a woman says brightly from where she’s seated by the stairs.
“Good morning, Ambra,” Arlon says. “How is Thaddius?”
“Holding on well, sir,” she says.
“How many have been down to use him?” Arlon asks.
Ambra does a quick count. “Three so far,” she says. “Cancassi spent most of the night with him. Fey came down after, and then me, of course.”
It takes me a moment to see who they’re talking about. A naked man stands a little further in the gloom. He’s locked in a wooden pillory, forced to stand bent at the waist. There are holes in the wooden framework for his head and his hands, but I can’t get a good look at his face due to the leather hood that’s covering his eyes and ears.
A curious sort of gag is fastened into his mouth. A circular metal ring that keeps his jaws forced open. I watch him shift from one foot to the other, a quiet, tormented moan spilling from him along with a trickle of saliva.
Oh, so this is where Cancassi had been.
“That’s not nearly enough for a domination spell,” Arlon says. “Maybe we should move him to the courtyard for others to use.”
Ambra’s smile brightens. “I’d be happy to, sir. Keep him in the pillory?”
“Yes, but not the stand. Let him stretch out a bit,” Arlon says, though judging by his tight-lipped grin, it won’t be a mercy. I shudder and wonder exactly what he means by ‘use.’ Going off the gleam of liquid sliding down the man’s leg, I can guess.
Ambra goes to the pillory and unlocks the wooden frame from the stand before pulling Thaddius upright. Thaddius gives a surprised shout but stands, shivering as Ambra ties a leash to the collar I hadn’t noticed around his neck. She gives him a tug, and he blindly follows, his hands clenching. They make their way up the stairs, and out of sight.
“Enchantment,” Arlon explains. “In this case, a spell that can dominate the will of an individual. Thaddius won’t be done with it until he begs for it and he’s always had a bit of an ego. I imagine a couple of hours in the courtyard for anyone to play with will do him in.”
I remember Galiva’s mocking words to Olbric during the last spell they had cast. “Humiliation,” I say, my mouth dry.
Arlon gives me an appraising look. “A necessary component,” he says. “Enchantment plays with the mind, and so you must play with the mind of your conduit. I’m sure Thaddius was not expecting to be moved. Depending on the desired effect, hypnotism is also an effective method.”
Arlon touches one of the glowing globes that rest in sconces along the wall. All of them immediately brighten, casting light into the dungeon. It’s really… actually kind of nice. There are comfortable chairs set about as well as various casting components. I see a number of whips and crops hanging against kaçak iddaa one wall, a large bed, even the iron gibbet that Cancassi had mentioned.
“How have you been spending your time this week?” Arlon asks, snapping me back to attention. He leads me to the back of the room, towards the bed that stands in front of three large mirrors.
“I’ve been shadowing Galiva,” I say. “That and reading some of the material she’s given me.”
Arlon nods in approval. “Good,” he says. “And has anyone touched you?”
“Other than Olbric and Cancassi teasing the crap out of me, no,” I say, wondering at the odd question. Am I not allowed to be touched?
Arlon tsks and pushes my robe off of my shoulders before draping it over the back of a chair. “They were being kind,” he says. “Desperation can make for a powerful conjuration spell. How did it feel watching the spells that Galiva cast and knowing you wouldn’t be able to find your own release?”
I shiver and run my tongue over my lips as Arlon starts to unbutton my trousers. “Maddening,” I say, a little breathless.
Arlon grins, and I see a hint of teeth. “You don’t know maddening,” he says. “Not yet.”
Suddenly, I’m on the bed without really knowing how I got there. In spite of his size, Arlon is fast. I struggle to sit up, but he holds me down, overpowering me with an ease that scares me. He pins my hands over my head with one of his own, his free hand exploring my chest. He must see the fear on my face because he is gentle as he strokes my cheek.
“The cardinal rule applies everywhere in the Crux,” Arlon says. “Even with me. You stay stop, and I will stop. That is a rule we don’t tolerate being broken.”
I let out a breath. “Right.”
I knew I would get the cage off, but I hadn’t expected a private lesson with Arlon. But the promise of an out puts me at ease, and the thrill of fear turns to excitement. I even scoot my hips to help Arlon pull my trousers the rest of the way off. He doesn’t bother with my shirt, and instead pulls me up and turns me so I’m kneeling in front of him, my back flush against his chest. I’m put on full display in front of the mirrors and watch as he runs a large hand down my chest and stomach before toying with the cage around my cock.
“Look at yourself,” he orders quietly.
I swallow and my face reddens in my reflection. Other than glimpses in ponds, I realize I’ve never really gotten a good look at myself. Not like this – splayed out and half-naked.
My mussed auburn hair falls onto my face, covering one green eye. I’ve never really noticed them before, but I have a dusting of freckles over my sun tanned face to match the ones on my shoulders. Years of wandering the Hobokins have left me with wiry muscles and more than a few scars. My cock looks small inside of the cage, and I flush even brighter. Olbric is right – I’m not like the bloodline wizards here. There’s a rough edge about me that’s missing from the rest of them.
Except Arlon.
Arlon seems to read my mind. “Oh, but you are an impressive one,” he says, and I see him watching my reflection appreciatively. His hand trails down between my legs, pushing them further apart. “You should feel no shame at not having a name to put to your magical lineage. Not all of us do and we are usually more powerful for it.”
I shudder as Arlon’s strong fingers caress my hips and ass, his breath hot against my neck. “Speaking from experience?” I ask.
Arlon chuckles and his teeth graze my shoulder. “No one expected an unnamed bastard to rise to be grandmaster of the Crux, and yet here I am,” he says. “But that was years ago now, and you are one of three non-bloodline wizards to appear since.”
His uncertainty about me suddenly makes a lot more sense. “I would never have known if Allisande hadn’t told me,” I say, but whatever followup thought I had is lost when Arlon leans me forward. He pushes my chest against the bed and lifts my ass up.
“Lucky that she did,” Arlon says as spreads my cheeks apart, wringing a moan of anticipation out of me. My cock throbs inside of the cage, which only aggravates my desire more. “I think you will do well here, Dominai. So long as you don’t wear yourself out in the first month.”
I feel his breath against the small of my back before his tongue darts out to taste my skin. His teeth follow, nipping gently. My freshly washed skin is still sensitive, and I break out in gooseflesh as my hands fist in the covers of the bed. “Temperance is something you will have to learn,” Arlon says. “There is power in delaying gratification – especially with conjuration.”
Arlon’s fingers twine through my hair before he pulls my head up, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. I see his grin reflected at me before he dips behind me. He takes his time, leisurely exploring as if I’m just a new toy for him to play with. His tongue darts over my tender flesh, traveling up the bridge of skin from my still-trapped balls. He nibbles gently, teeth scraping the inside of my thighs and scrotum.
Then, his tongue is at my ass. My eyes shoot wide in the kaçak bahis mirror, and I jerk in surprise. He tightens his grip on my hair and holds my ass still as his tongue circles the pucker of flesh. I can’t stop a moan. I’ve gotten used to the fascination with my ass here, but this is certainly new. Then he pokes his tongue into me, and I make a rather undignified noise of surprise. I feel his huff of a laugh.
Under his commanding grip, I can only watch, seeing the haze of pleasure fall over my reflection. I’ve never been a vain person, but even I can admit that it’s arousing to see. The cage around my cock feels impossibly tight as his tongue prods and teases me until I want to scream at him to get on with it. I grab the cover of the bed and press back into him.
As if on cue, Arlon pulls away. I moan at the loss, but I’m not left waiting for long. His tongue is quickly replaced by a finger, slicked with lotion. I bite my lip and press wantonly back, spearing myself on his digit. He finds the sweet spot inside of me with a hunter’s precision and massages it with one finger, and then a second. His fingers are large, and even with two, I feel full.
He works them slowly, moving with a leisure that is completely at odds with the burning need inside of me. After a week of deprivation, the stretch of his fingers coax the fire back to life with ease. Every touch feels new; every teasing nip and kiss against my shoulders and back, every slow, gentle slide of his fingers into me.
Suddenly, he pulls me up to kneeling once more, my heated back pressed against his chest. “Look at yourself,” he growls, his voice thick with pleasure. I can feel his erect cock against my back, and I can tell he’s enjoying this slow torment.
I do as told, and a hard shiver runs through me. My face is flushed with more than just embarrassment now. Arlon is a shadow behind me, holding me with an arm around my chest and his fingers seated deep inside of me. Inside of the cage, my cock is leaking, a thin stream of liquid oozing from the trapped tip.
Arlon twists his fingers inside of me, and my hips jump, making the cage rattle. It’s maddening, but at least his godsdamned pace picks up. He spears me steadily, working his fingers in and out, always curling just enough to drag across that sweet spot. It sends ripples of pleasure through my body, and yet as good as it feels, I doubt I can finish with the cage on.
He fondles my captured balls with his free hand and squeezes a third finger into me, spreading me wide. I reach back and grab his neck, tossing my head back with a shout. The initial stretch burns a little before fading to a throbbing sort of heat as I relax around the intrusion. He is slow and meticulous, exploring and stretching my hole thoroughly. And here I’d thought the cage was maddening, but this is a new level of torment.
A moan rattles out of me as I push down on his fingers, but he stops me, his arm tightening in a commanding grip around my chest. I’ve never been overpowered like this. I feel trapped, helpless, even though it’s just his hands holding me. I realize that Arlon could do this for days, keeping me teased and desperate, all the while holding the key to my release. I’m shocked to find that a part of me wants that.
He’s right – there is something in delaying gratification – as tortuous as it is.
I hadn’t realized I’d been resisting him until I submit, sinking against him with a desperate moan. “Arlon, please,” I gasp.
“Not yet,” he says and pulls his fingers from me.
I feel empty. My cock aches, and I wiggle my hips as if the friction of the cage will do anything to ease it. It doesn’t, of course, and Arlon chuckles. He tugs my shirt off and tosses it aside. He doesn’t takes his clothes off – doesn’t even get rid of his robe, but in the mirror, I see him release his sizable cock from the slit in his trousers. I feel his powerful hand on my hip and watch his reflection slick a good amount of lotion over his length. It swells under his grip, and I’m suddenly very grateful for the amount of time he’s spent stretching me.
“I am going to fuck you, Dominai,” he says, his deep voice rumbling through me. “And only after I am satisfied will you have your freedom.” He turns me sideways to the mirrors and bends me forward until I’m on all fours, his hand fisting in my hair. “And I want you to watch.”
I’m intimidated by the size of him. Olbric was well endowed, but Arlon is proportional to the rest of him – both in length and girth. I feel the tip of his cock prod at my hole before the head of it eases in, and as big as he looks, he feels larger. The stretch of him makes me whimper, and I grip the covers and bury my face against the bed. He stops, only a couple of inches sheathed inside of me.
For a second, I think he’s stopped to give me a second to adjust, but even after I relax around him, he stays still. I swear and pull my head from the covers and open my eyes, realizing that keeping them open is going to be harder than I thought. A soon as I focus on my reflection again, Arlon resumes. I watch him push into me, inch by tortuous inch. He goes slow, obviously aware of his size, and I’m grateful for it. Even the gentle treatment makes me feel like he’s going to split me in half. He eases in until his hips are flush against me and lets out an appreciative little hiss of pleasure.
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