In the Kingdom of Smut Ch. 05

byHookedonPhoenix©

"-For example," She said, turning herself just off kilter from his waist and lifting herself from her base connection to him, "Here, I am using my pelvic floor muscles to apply pressure to just one part of your penis. When I lower myself and do this-" She dropped he weight down on him again, bottoming out as Martin let out a cry of pleasure. It felt like the base of his dick was caught in a vice; a warm, infinitely sensitive vice, that contorted around his sex like a perfect sheath to its sword. "-I can make it grip you somewhere else." She finished, her voice breathy, struggling to maintain its composure.

"What..." Martin said, awestruck by his teacher's astounding level of genital control. "What the heck is-"

"Pelvic floor muscles?" Aveline gasped out a laugh. "-If you'd been here for the Orc lesson, maybe you'd have learned a thing or two. Imagine the pelvic floor muscles as a round mini-trampoline made of firm muscle. Just like a trampoline, the pelvic floor is able to move down and up." She lifted herself off of him, and the vice moved up, like fingers circling his cock jerking him off, but with the added benefit of lubrication and warmth. "Down and up." It shifted from his cock tip to his base, clenching at his urethral vein in such a pleasing fashion. "Down and up."

"Oh Gods!" Martin shouted, his brow pulling low as he did everything in his power to keep himself from blowing his load deep in Aveline's perfect, sculpted body. Her ass jiggled in place, her waist moving in precise gyrations as she kept him locked deep within her, giving his sweltering dick no time to rest or breathe. Martin was sweating, open-mouthed breathing as he sucked in air. Aveline smiled at him, her nose lifting just so, adding a layer of puritanical education to her expression. "Although the pelvic floor is hidden from view," She instructed, her voice attaining the vocalisms of a sagely lecturer, "It can be consciously controlled - and therefore trained. Much like our arm, leg or abdominal muscles."

"By the Goddess, teach me!" He said, staring plaintively up into her face as she reveled in her control over him. She continued to move, slowly enough to be tantalizing, hard enough to be near-orgasmic. He hovered at the edge of acceptability and sanity, clinging to his erection like a man dangling over a cliff. She kneaded him with her inner muscles, milking his cock with active and erotic intent; she was triumphant in her command over him.

"Perhaps once you've mastered other lessons, young master." She teased him, sticking her tongue out, and biting it between her lips in jest. "For now, though..." Aveline tossed her head around, swiping the stray locks of hair that were coming undone from her controlled hairdo aside from her face. She really did have lovely hair, despite always keeping it so disciplined all the time. She leaned down at him, bending her back forward as she leveled her face with his own. "Let's fuck."

She started bucking. From nothing to jabbing herself with his junk in the space of an instant. Martin tilted his head back, staring skyward as the emulsifying feeling of her pussy devouring his throbbing erection in swift, abounding beats sent him into the stratosphere. "Hah! Haaah!" He groaned, unable to keep himself from vocalizing his pleasure. He was louder than she was.

"Oh!" She startled out, her thighs clenching into a triangle at the knees as she endured a sudden, twitching orgasm. Aveline's blue eyes squeezed shut as she shut her mouth and muttered out a squeal through her lips. Martin's hands ripped at his restraints, trying desperately to grab her fat ass and pound mindlessly against it. Despite his best efforts, the clasps didn't budge. "Ahn-" She said, biting her lip for a moment, "G-got a bit carried away, there! Almost let my pupil get the better of me!" She kissed his chest, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders as she steadied herself. They slowed to a stop, holding in place again as she began to work her muscle magic.

Aveline kissed him on the lips, meeting him fiercely on the oral battlefield as she competed in passionate fervour. She pulled back, a line of spittle trailing between them. "So..." She said, her chest rising and falling in her white shirt, accentuating her bust. "We're gonna play a little game, you and I." She kissed him again, smacking her lips as she tasted the sin upon his own. "Every time you answer a question honestly, I'll use those muscles you like so much. Deal?"

"D-duh-" Martin tried to say, his lungs so empty he could only let out a reticent squeak. Aveline smiled down at him, her teeth showing through the tiny porthole between her luscious lips.

"Good answer. Now:" She lowered herself down on him, engulfing his prick to the base. One of her hands reached around behind her, fondling his balls as she used his chest for leverage with the other. Her voice was melodic, a perfect pitch with which to get across her probing thoughts. "...Krysella." She said. "What happened between you two, yesterday?"

"I don't-" Martin grunted as she held him tight with her vaginal muscles. The effort to contain himself was too much, and he spurted out a small bulge of semen inside of her. It was only a mini orgasm, but it took the entirety of the overwrought man's concentration to prevent himself from truly busting a nut. "Gahg!" He said, twisting in his bindings.

"Naughty, nasty boy!" Aveline tittered. "The truth, now. While you've still got balls to empty. You don't want to finish prematurely, do you? Remember the last time that happened."

The clenching tightness of her delta lessened just a smidgen, and Martin fell back against the chair. He was overheated, his head a burning furnace as he tried to level his irrational, overworked brain. It was getting harder and harder to think. "W-we... we were-" Aveline grabbed his shirt by the neck with both hands, ripping it apart down the middle and exposing his naked, toned chest. Martin gaped at her as she began to circle a finger around his budding chest hair, tweaking a nipple with her other hand as she continued to sit flat upon his rod.

"Go on."

"S-she called me, to meet with her." He said.

"So I gathered," Aveline replied, pinching the nipple harder. "Obvious and innocuous facts won't save you here, young master."

"Ah! Okay, okay!" Martin breathed through his nose and his mouth. "She told me a story. About Gregor."

"Your grandfather." Aveline said, rocking her hips slowly back and forth. He could feel himself thickening around her inner walls. "She's been the priestess since Gregor was King, of course she'd tell you tales about your grandfather. Tell me what happened." Her voice was so stern, so commanding. Martin felt a thrill of fear and base excitement spark up his spine.

"You don't understand, she- I think she's..."

"An Elf?" Aveline's smile curled about her face with merciless mirth. "Obvious and innocuous! You're going to have to do better than that." The sexual torture of feeling her grasp him hard within made Martin's eyes go wide, his lungs ceasing to work as he did not trust himself to expend the energy necessary to inhale and not also erupt. "What did the two of you do, Martin?"

Martin gasped, trapped in the accursed chair by the manacles about his wrists and the weight of this wonderful, terrifying image of sexual authority atop his shaft. "W-we fucked! We fucked like rabbits!"

"Aha!" Aveline cried out, triumphant. "At last, you deign to utter some honesty!" She lifted off his shaft, giving it the blessed sensation of cool air across its glistening, pink skin. "A reward for you, for just a moment, I think." She began to bounce up and down, continuing their rough fuck with the enthusiasm of a youth in the midst of manic coitus. Martin could do little but drool and grunt as she abused him with her prime, cervical real estate. She pulled up and off of him, her legs trembling as she planted her knees to either side, giving an uninhibited view of his stock-straight cock pointing to the sky, aiming like an arrow tip at the core of his sexual target.

"A little rest is good for... for everyone, no?" She said, her own body clearly excited and overstimulated itself. A long, lone drip of white slipped free from her slit, sliding down the incline of his urethral vein on his cock. She moved her hands across his body in aggressive movements, possessive in intent and teasing in touch. Martin could not get enough of her, he did not so much as soften from his iron-hard spot, waiting for her continued assault.

The brokered peace did not last long, her hand reaching down beneath her to grip his cock, the wetness of her womanhood mixing with his own precum fluids to make her fingers slick and slippery as it jerked him to the tone of her voice. "Why did you have sex with her? For the thrill of it?" She laughed, her orange locks trailing down her face like a patch of untended flame. Her bun was coming undone, it was loose and shook with every bob of her head. "Such an ill-mannered student. Perversion will get you nowhere with the Gods, Martin."

"With her, maybe." He said, focusing on the feel of Aveline's hand upon his rod. The spirited handjob slowed, an odd pause addended to the situation.

"What do you mean?" Aveline said, sounding confused. Her grip tightened on his shaft and Martin had to once again ball his hands into fists to prevent the roaring flow of seminal fluid from coating the both of them. "She's a Priestess of Mercy."

"Of.. of course!" Martin blurted out, rendered painfully candid by the filthy crotch mauling he was receiving. He had nearly revealed everything, but Aveline had provided him the out he needed to minimize the damage. "She... we did something magical."

Aveline tilted her head for a moment, before a wan smile built upon her face. "Oh, young master: poetic language? I did not take you to be the fanciful romantic. Maybe Lady Yasu would appreciate a little verse from time to time. The way you tease her, you'd think she was just a-"

"No!" Martin said, his face pulling up in fright as Aveline began to lower herself once again atop his cock, which at this point was absolutely drooling with precum. The peak of his slit was prodding into her entrance, the stifling heat of her hellish confines wafting across the sensitive thing, giving him shivers. "You don't understand! I..." She sat down on him again, and Martin cried out.

"There we are- hn!" Aveline said, sinking low atop him as she shifted her butt this way and that atop his waist, as if searching for a comfortable spot to perch. Thoughts of thrusting madly against her rear while groping her tits swam up into Martin's delirious mind, further loosening his restraints. He felt something building, deep within him. It felt familiar... like a remembrance of starlight.

"Mmmm." Aveline said, steadying herself for a moment. "Did you just get bigger? It's getting a bit harder to- hnng." Martin felt her tighten about his rod, and he nearly passed out from the pleasure. "Nevermind! I've... I've got another question for you, young master."

Martin could do little but squirm beneath her and breathe, trying his damndest to prevent a horrible, orgasmic accident. "Shoot." He said, clenching his stomach in an attempt to deny himself the pleasure. His testicles were now twinging with blue-balled pain. He needed to cum; he wanted so badly to cum.

"What was it like, with the lithe little Elf?" Aveline grinded her hips against him, wiping herself back and forth across his stomach with her rear as she see sawed atop him. He felt her twitching deep inside, clenching with far less control around him than before. "I've heard they can be a bit... 'frisky!'" She laughed to herself, "Not that I've - mmh - done any field testing myself, of course!" The sexual grin she gave him told him how lightly she was taking her own expectation of genuine honesty in answering.

Martin remembered flashes of the experience, blasts of pleasure mixed with memories that weren't his own, shining eyes and a tender smile. He remembered touching her face as he flowed within her, thrusting to the sound of choirs and floating amongst luminous bodies of light in the pitch darkness of the night sky. What words could-

Aveline squeezed him tight with her thighs once again, and Martin screamed, jostling in place as his hips began to thrust mindlessly upward. Another small dab of jizz squirted upwards into her as he lost control again. She could feel him throbbing with potent power, deep inside. "Oh!" she said. He knew that she could feel the heat of his cum inside her. Only her firm grasp of the chair's arms prevented him from beginning a rough mating session. She steadied him. "Not yet!" Her voice was high pitched, half-intoxicated itself. "A-answer tr- huh- truthfully!"

Martin opened his mouth, breathing hard as his vision narrowed to the pinpricks of Aveline's inquiring eyes. "We-" He whispered, "We made love." The admission alone was a transgression of what the true, immutable impact of the experience was and what it meant to him. It wasn't making love, it was the act of love itself. "She- we floated. Above the rafters, amongst the-" He let out a shuddering sigh, it sounded like the whine of a wounded animal. "The stars."

"Stars, huh?" Aveline said, "...Did she drug you first, like me?" Her words were teasing, but still they wounded him. Perhaps he could not admit her Godhood, but to let what happened in that church be misinterpreted as erotic abuse was sacrilege to his spirit.

"No." Martin said, feeling a strange well of calm within him as he said the words. For the time it took him to speak, he felt no sexual need. He was still, like a placid pond mirroring the tranquility of the sky above. "She didn't. We flew in the air, she used her magic to bring us there."

"...Magic?" Aveline seemed taken aback at the earnestness in Martin's voice, the calm that seemed to come over him in a moment when the intensity of the sensation should have knocked him off kilter. "What are you talking about, Martin? Krysella is no mage."

"Are you..." he said, his breath steadying. The feeling from the church was building like a wave within him. He looked up at Aveline, and her breath caught in her throat. "Are you sure about that?"

"Wh-" She started, her body hanging around him. Martin felt a strange awareness, like he could feel Aveline's entire form through his connection to her dripping sex. Her heartbeat pulsed, her breath shifted her body, her muscles shifted and responded, congregating amongst the split of sensations she rewarded him with. His eyes lidded, his mind drifting on cosmic clouds as his body began to move to an unseen wind that moved within him. Aveline began to quiver and vibrate above.

"Aaahn." Aveline said, her noble face twisting in unexpected pleasure. "Young master." She said the words without command; it was feminine, an entreaty rather than a directive. Without preemption she began to buck against him, lifting and lowering in a sexual mating dance, bouncing atop his sex as she shifted her weight forward, sitting upon her knees as she planted her hands atop her thighs, using her weight to induce further pleasure, rather than hold it to ransom. Deep in Martin's head, something warm and comforting settled into his psyche.

She worked her hips, diving atop his mountainous maleness as she began to fondle herself, enjoying the ride rather than endeavouring for more information. Aveline's mouth opened, her head turning upwards as she began to act in a method of sexual union, coupling against Martin as their naked, wet navels met and became indistinguishable. She tickled his overfull balls again, smashing her hips against him before drawing to the tip of his sex. Instead of cooling him, the cold air furthered the sensitivity, and when she dropped down, he hit a sweet spot each time, eliciting a frantic mewl from her lips.

Martin's wrists worked against the manacles that so ensconced him, and he felt something groan in the metallic bindings. He paid it no mind, merely noting that his hands were not free, they were prevented from touching this creature of carnal delight. He thought of the small things, of the way her hair waved and bent as she leaned her head down, of her long lashes, blinking like a hummingbird's wings, the repetition increasing as she bottomed out in him. He thought of the loud, wet squelch of her vagina, the muscles closing about him in a sheath of velvety softness, the tiny freckle on her bum, both a beauty mark and an assertion of individuality. She was unique, this one, unlike any he'd been with, just as every other was a new and wonderful experience. He loved them all; it was an abstract notion, and not all of them embodied the word in quite the same way. But still, the man felt it, he felt it through the organ of his pleasure, the thing that gave, and granted it in turn.

Just names. They were both just names.

Martin thrust upwards, ignoring the voice that protested from far away. He noted with a dim awareness that it wasn't telling him to stop, merely mumbling how this wasn't how it was supposed to be going. Soon enough the two were moving together, syncing in motion and body language, mating in an abject expression of passionate furor. He shoved deep into her, she rolled her hips; he pulled back, and she dropped down on him, planting her hands atop his chest as her fingers curled across the skin. They were fucking so hard that the chair was screeching in protest, the wooden feet slowly dragging across the floor as the momentum propelled the heavy thing to scratch up Aveline's pristine wood flooring.

"Ah! Ah! Ahn!" She screamed, "O-oh Gods!"

"Haaaah," He replied, adding his deeper voice to hers to create a cacophony of sexual tension. It sounded wonderful, the music of drifting starlight. He felt her against him, and wanted to feel more of her, to touch her, to breed her. He pulled hard against the things that held him to the chair. It felt as weightless as if he were floating, and suddenly his hands were free.

"W-what?!" Aveline gasped, "How did you-"

Martin didn't respond, he merely grabbed at her pristine, white shirt, ripping it in half in counter to how she'd done with him, sharing with her the experience of exposure. Aveline's jaw dropped as her pendulous breasts spilled from her top, her body shaking as Martin's hips continued to gyrate against her, even as he reached up and fondled her fantastically soft mounds of flesh in great handfuls. He pinched her nipples, the lovely nubs pierced by a set of salacious studs. Aveline squealed when he rolled them between his fingers, even as he grabbed her around the small of her back and pulled her tight to his body. She stammered out a protest, but he sealed her mouth with his own. Martin's hand drifted up her back, tickling her neck before reaching up, pulling the needle free from her hair bun, letting it fall like rain across her head, trickling down to meet his own. Fiery orange and Golden blonde. The colors of desire. He continued to kiss her, their bodies now truly matching in fury as both became tied to one another directly: skin to skin. There was not a micron's distance between them, and as Martin built to his explosive conclusion, he knew instinctively that she would finish at the same time, as well.

It built deep within him, his testicles tightening as the overflow of his need caused him to shove his implanting piece as deep within her receptive hole as he could. The engine of his inseminating power pumped, bounced and twitched. His urethra filled with the deluge of pearlescent virility so quickly that he didn't realize he had started cumming until after Aveline let out a banshee scream and fell atop him, shivering in place as his arms held her tight, riding the waves of pleasure together. Martin felt his eyes roll up into his head, his slit widening as a fountains worth of cum blasted forth from his body so quickly that he could see the indent of it swelling Aveline's belly.

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