Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Finally she seemed to think I was ready because her fingers withdrew and I felt the blunt head of the black wand pressing against my entrance.
“Just take it easy, Kael,” I heard her murmur. “Be open for me—let me in.”
I tried to do as she said but it wasn’t easy—the black wand had looked slim but it was considerably thicker than her small fingers. I bit my lip and clenched my fists in the dark purple coverlet as she entered me. There seemed to be more and more of the black wand—Gods, how much more could I take? I could feel my rosebud opening slowly as she slipped it inside me—there was a little pain but not much—more a sensation of fullness as each bump and curve entered me.
At last, I felt her hips pressing against my ass and knew she was all the way in. My Mistress was inside me, as I had been inside her. She was taking me the way I had taken her. It was only fair. And Gods, it was incredibly hot. I flexed my inner muscles around the base of the wand, getting used to being penetrated—getting used to being opened.
“How does that feel, Kael?” she murmured, running her hands up and down my back. I had my wings spread so that she could reach me and I felt her stroke my feathers too—an indescribably erotic sensation.
“It…it feels good, Mistress,” I admitted, my voice a rough growl.
“And are you ready to be fucked?” she asked, stroking my back and my feathers some more.
“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned and couldn’t help adding, “Please—fuck me!”
“I’m going to give you what you asked for,” she promised me. I felt the black wand pulling almost all the way out of me…and then sliding in again. As it did, I felt the bump at the top of it find a special place inside me—one that made me gasp and jerk with pleasure.
“There it is,” I heard Willow murmur. “I wondered if angels had the same parts as human men.”
“Of course we do,” I gasped. “We are all made…by the same creator.”
“Of course,” she purred.
And then she began to really fuck me.
I groaned and gasped as she pumped inside me, the black wand filling my rosebud and back passage with every deep thrust. I tightened my grip on the coverlet and tried to brace myself but every time the wand hit that spot inside me, I couldn’t help crying out in helpless pleasure. My hard shaft rubbed against the soft mattress, leaking helplessly but unable to come as I submitted fully to her—as I took her pounding thrusts and opened myself for more.
“Good, Kael,” I heard my Mistress purring. “This is good. Open yourself for your punishment. Take what I’m giving you, the same way I took what you gave to me. After this, we’ll be even—you’ll be absolved.”
“Yes Mistress!” I panted, trying to open myself even more for her. “Yes, fuck me! Harder—deeper. Punish me as I deserve to be punished!”
That seemed to be exactly what she was intent on doing. But even as my pleasure built, I realized that it had nowhere to go—with the cock ring firmly around the base of my shaft, I still couldn’t come.
The need to release became greater and greater.
“Mistress!” I gasped at last. “Please—I need to come!”
Willow stopped fucking me. Instead, she pushed in deep and laid herself across my bare back, between my open wings. She was breathing hard. I felt her breath against my skin and the black rod still buried inside me.
“Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough now?” she asked me. “Are you going to forgive yourself now that I’ve fucked you the way you fucked me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I promised. “I will—at least I’ll try.”
“Try hard,” she warned me. “Because if you start feeling guilty again, I’ll have no choice but to strap on this wand and punish you again.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” I groaned softly. “But please—let me come! My shaft feels like it’s going to burst.”
“I’ll let you come,” she promised. “But not until the right time. Which will be soon,” she added.
Then she rose and I felt the black wand pulling slowly out of me. A moment later, I rose myself on shaky legs to tower over her. Looking down at my Mistress, I couldn’t believe that such a small, curvy human could bring me to my knees the way she had. She was so small—so delicate. And yet I loved submitting to her. So when she ordered me to climb on the bed, I did so at once.
“I want you to sit on the bed with your back against the backboard,” she told me.
This was no punishment since the cottage had changed the backboard. It was no longer carved and wooden—instead it was padded in a deep purple fabric that matched the coverlet. I did as my Mistress said, going to sit there. My bottom was still a little tender, but the mattress was cushioned and it didn’t hurt—it just reminded me that I had been fucked. I furled my wings tightly behind me so they weren’t in the way.