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Rosa tugged sharply on the leash, and the pressure of the collar led him to bare his teeth in a satiable grin.
“Look at the sight of you.”
Balder wished there was a wall length mirror near the bed so he could see just that. He straddled over her hips where the lubricated shaft of her strap had rested between his cheeks. His hands were tightly bound behind his back, a quick addition made from a small strand of her raven black hair. The leather of the collar chafed against his neck. The moonlight through the partially curtained windows and dimmed bedside lamps showed the fine etched details of the peacock fowl feathers carved into it. The leash was like a golden thread from heaven's tapestry, infused with just the right amount of holy magic to radiate a golden light. Topping it all off was his hardened cock erected to the sky, pulsing tune with his heartbeat.
He could have said the same about her, the way she was propped up against the bedframe and leaning against the cushioning pillows. Her neck and chest littered with light blue lipstick that was speckled on by him during their long intimate stretch of foreplay. He desperately wanted to touch her again, feel the contrasting supple softness and battle scars from years as a hardened Umbra. Her hardened nipples and sultry lidded eyes told him how much she was drinking up the view and ready to ruin him completely.
He got ahead of himself, and without asking started to move his ass up and down, letting the strap slide between his cheeks. The tip would graze his entrance and he shuttered every time it did. A pathetic whimper spilled out in response, and almost immediately the leash snapped loudly as she whipped it.
“Bad dog, you didn’t even ask.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Maybe you don’t deserve your reward then.”
“No, no, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.
He shimmied away from the strap, and the air was cold where the lube coated his ass. He leaned in closer, trying to show his apology in earnest.
“Say the magic words darling.”
She pressed her hips upward to gently rub between him again. He whimpered through closed lips, the words lost on him then. He hoped his humiliating act would be enough to persuade her. It never was, but he always wanted to try it. He could see how her chest heaved with excited breaths when he did.
She pulled harder on his leash and yanked him closer, their lips inches away but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of embracing. Her breath still smelled of the garlic and herbs and he couldn’t help but smile. With his hands tied behind his back, he was fighting to keep balance when she did.
“Hmm?”
“Please, my love.”
“Please what?”
She lent her free hand forward, softly brushing the tip of his sensitive cock with her finger tips. He bit his lip and only exhaled air instead of the groan that was fighting to escape him.
“Please let me ride your cock.”
“Are you going to stop misbehaving and ride it properly?”
“Y-yes.”
“You can’t cum until I say so, are you sure you’re ready?”
He absolutely wasn’t. Just the mere tickle along his reddened head made him ooze pre-cum. She had been working him up all evening. It started with playful touches; gripping his ass while he cut and prepped the vegetables, bending over to pick up the oven mitt she ‘dropped’, only to show how she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her short summer dress. Even as they ate dinner, she let her hand wander while leaning in to try a bite of food he offered. He didn’t think he would make it to the bedroom, even then he was put through a tortuous cycle of edging. She eventually tied him up and slipped on his new collar and leash from that was his anniversary gift. She let him eat her out to his heart’s desire until she came twice over on his face and the sheets.
When she pulled out her harness, the heat in his core nearly erupted. It would be his downfall, and he was scared of disappointing her after all her hard work of teasing him, but he could never say no to it, especially from her.
“I’m ready.”
She didn’t smile for a moment, and stared at him with incredulous eyes. He swallowed thickly, scared his overzealousness ruined the fun. But then she grinned something devious and put slack back on the leash.
A breath hitched in his throat and he pushed back into the strap with over eagerness. The bed creaked as he moved around to position himself over the tip. He eased down onto it slowly, with it came a strained and steady moan extending out with each inch he took. His nostrils flared as he balanced between the pain and pleasure. It was the largest one she had, and it had been sometime since he’s used it. It was just as grand as he remembered, but he hopes his own ride can live up to how she can fuck him with it. She enjoyed watching his cock twitch the further down he got, his precum leaving a trail down onto her abdomen.
Balder finally sat flush to her harness, feeling every inch of the girth and length of the silicone cock. He took steady and counted breaths, which caused Rosa to chuckle.
“Well done, now ride it for me.”
He started steady, rising up and down the full length slowly. His eyes fluttered shut, half focusing on the euphoria and the other on the mission to not cum. He must have been moving too slow for her liking as she flicked the leash again, thrusting her own hips upward once to show she meant it.
“Come now, this isn’t your first rodeo, ride the cock you begged so much for.”
“Y-yes Rosa.”
The slick sound of the lubricant and ass cheeks slapping against her thighs were buried under his growing mewling with each motion. He did exactly as she said and rode her strap like his life counted on it. With each pump, the tip hit him in that glorious spot deep within him. And with each hit, he felt himself closer and closer to that edge, his cock a fountain of precum. His shoulders and arms were beginning to feel ache with them being restricted behind his back, and his thigh muscles burned like Inferno. He blushed at the thought that he kept so well in shape after all these years because of the many nights like this with his love.
She tested him further as she swiped a thumb pad across his head to clean his mess. He groaned a quick ‘ah god’, and turned his chin downward in his chest. His skin was dripping with sweat and it soaked through his platinum hair.
“You’re making quite the mess darling, you seem ready to end it.”
He wasn’t sure if it was a trick to answer truthfully or not. He feared if he was earnest he begged she would keep him on for longer. But he knew she wouldn’t believe his lie either. He chose the latter in hopes she would find it more amusing.
“I’m doing fine,” His words could not be said with less confidence, as his voice reached two octaves higher and he refused to meet her eyes.
“Oh? Are you sure? You looked like you’re to pop,” She entered dangerous territory and grabbed his whole shaft, jerking him off purely through the motions of him going up and down. He thought he would lose it there, but somehow managed to keep it at bay. This has to be the longest I’ve gone, he thought. He didn’t have the will to answer her again, merely doubled down and rode harder.
He took slower pumps but slammed down with much more force. He mumbled out small praises, half for worshiping her cock and the other half just worshipping her. He looked at her directly, keeping a solid eye contact as his mouth hung open and spilled the slurred words and pathetic moans. He watched her eyes light up, and in turn she swiped a good amount of the precum off herself and shoved her fingers into a gaping mouth. His tongue was ravenous over her digits.
“Who's my good boy?”
“Mmhm, m-me…”
Removing her hand from his mouth, she ran it through his short hair before gripping it tightly by the roots, pulling his head back.
“You want to cum for me so badly, don’t you?"
He couldn’t hide it any longer from her, he was scared to lose now.
“Yes, yes, oh God yes!”
She lessened her grip and leaned up to meet his face and kissed him. She smiled through it as she felt how desperately and selfishly he took in every part of it, like he would never get to kiss her again. All the while he still bounced up and down on the strap, tears welling in his eyes as he couldn’t bear it any longer, the meaty head hitting his prostate over and over again.
She pulled back and kept his eye contact. She replaced her hand back over his cock, this time jerking him on her own accord; harder and faster, working over his head specifically.
“Cum for me, darling.”
“Oh, yes, yes!”
His words devolved into a mewling mess as he rode as fast and hard as he could, chasing the pleasure right up to the end. He thought he would black out, as his whole body convulsed and trembled as he finally crossed the finish line. She let go of his aching cock just as he came, moaning her own words of encouragement to him as he shot thick ropes onto himself and her. She watched with lip-biting glee at the glorious site of him unfolding. He whimpered and cried out her name as he rode the orgasm out. He struggled to keep himself up right as he came back down from the high. He opened his eyes to see how much he had came on her, and even onto himself. His cock was still hard, and even dribbled out a few droplets more as she murmured more praises to him.
He slowed down to just a few pumps, his throat dry from all his resounding sounds of pleasure. Just as he was about to stop completely and thank her, Rosa without hesitation grabbed hold of his cock again and kept the momentum going over his short length. He choked on a cry, tears finally breaking over his eyelids. He managed to speak briefly, encouraging her even more. She snapped her hips up into him, over and over again. The overstimulation caused Balder’s brain to go blank with white noise, a bliss he could only ever pray for. It didn’t take long with her fucking him that she she rung out one last orgasm from him. His cock sputtered a smaller amount of cum, and the thick of it ran down and over Rosa’s fingers.
“Good boy,” She says airily, her own chest rising and falling.
She steadily brought him back down onto the mattress, seeing his body sway more as he pulled himself up and off of the strap. She undid the bind on his wrist with a quick spell and he felt the relief as his muscles could stretch outward again.
“I got you dear,” She carefully laid him down onto his back. His eyes glossed over as he stared at the ceiling.
“Goodness,” Is all he could say. She had to stop herself from laughing too hard.
“It was that good then?” She trailed a hand over his now soft cock, his legs flexed and recoiled just from the smallest touch.
“Unbelievably so.” He didn’t even have the energy to look over at her as she got up. She quickly took off the harness and grabbed a towel to clean him and herself off. He had tried to help her but she only chuckled as his tired body struggled to register where he was wiping. He didn't miss how wet her cunt had gotten again. He wish he wasn't so fatigued now so he could have endulged on a second dessert.
They shared a glass of water, bringing Balder back from the dead so he could finally stand up again. They opted to shower to freshen up before bed. Renewed and sated, they crawled back into bed and fell into their usual positions. Rosa laid across his chest, hearing his heartbeat thump rhythmically against her ear. Balder caressed a hand through her hair, feeling the cold air tickle his skin where she laid.
It would have been something so rare for them to share, ages ago when the world was so different. Now they indulged upon each other with a ravenous love whenever they wished. It was a privilege he bashfully feared that would eventually fade away once it had lost its rarity.
He was happy to be reminded by nights like these that no such thing would happen.