Sorcerer's Treasure Ch. 04

"Not so fast. For so long I have ached for you, to explore you... and that is what I intend to do this evening, my love. I shall... study you... and you know what a good study I am. I will be thorough..." He kissed her hand before placing several kisses along her waist and the inside of her arm. "And make sure that I apprise myself your charms... over and over again. Some things do bear repeated study.... and you are worth a second... and third... and so on... look. Oh Delia, I will never bore of you." There was a downright evil edge in his voice, one that told her that he would enjoy making her beg for his attentions. Her release would not come so easily this time, as it had this morning.

No, no, no! Delia thought with frustration as she heard his words. Before she could protest, he lifted her hands over her head, gently pinning them to the back of the divan, her head resting against a cushion. He let go of her hands, but when she tried to lift her arms, she found that she was pinned. She blinked and looked up at him, seeing his smirk. Oh, that smug bastard.

"Yes, I am using my magic to keep you bound. Yes, I know it's not necessarily fair to you, but what can you do?" he teased as he stroked her cheek.

"No, please, Cedric!" She arched towards him, her need deliciously apparent. "I have been aching all day and wish only to please you and have you use me fiercely." she breathed. It couldn't hurt to be blunt, right?

"Yes, I know...and I only want to worship you as you deserve. But like all delicacies...they cannot be rushed or wasted...so I plan to take my time."

"No, no, please..." Delia begged, her voice taking on the edge of a whine, she knew how much of a bastard he could be, and his capability to hold her off from her orgasm until she was literally aching for release. Suddenly her ring started vibrating, and she let out an angry whimper as she writhed around on the divan. Oh, that bastard would pay for this one day. Somehow... oh, all she wanted to do was punch that smirk off his face. Why did he have to do this to her when she'd made it clear she'd let him have her?

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Fuck. The sight of the woman he loved, naked and writhing on his divan, was a powerful temptation for him to do just as she wanted and simply take her, and tup her long and hard, but there was time enough for that. He would drive home the fact that she was his, and that only he would be able to give her the pleasure she enjoyed, and the release she ached for.

He was subject to a string of curses that he hadn't thought Delia might even know, and he let out a soft chuckle as he waved his hand, causing the vibrating of the ring to intensify. He stood there and crossed his arms, enjoying the show for a couple of minutes as she let out a keening cry that was a mixture of frustration and desire. She lifted herself off the divan by bracing her legs against the furniture, arching into the air, her cock bobbing as she moved about.

The image of her taut curves straining in the air was something Cedric would be hard-pressed to forget. She made several attempts to pull herself off the divan, but with her wrists magically pinned, she had no chance of freeing herself from her predicament. He allowed her to struggle for a while, knowing from experience that it could work to his advantage to let his captive lovers thrash around for a while and expend their energy, making them somewhat more pliable.

After several minutes, he knelt beside the divan, placing himself at her shoulder as he reached out to brush some stray strands of hair from her brow.

"I would never hurt you, Delia. You have my word on that," he whispered as he kissed her brow. "But you are right about one thing. I am a bastard."

She hissed at him, and he let out a soft chuckle before sliding over to her aching need. She offered no resistance when he slid his hand between her thighs to caress her womanhood before sliding in two fingers, and was rewarded with a low, delicious moan. He leaned his head down to place a light kiss on the tip of her blushing cock before blowing on it gently, and a frustrated whine met his ears as she squirmed around, clenching around his fingers

Cedric had bound and teased male and female lovers alike, and having a lover with both sets of genitals was an unprecedented treat. It was almost as if Delia was made, and meant for him. With his thumb, he gently massaged her clit, causing her to press into his hand.

"You're quite eager and ready for me, aren't you?" he whispered. She nodded, and he kissed along her stomach as he slowly fingered her, plumbing her heated depths.

"Please, Cedric. I am willing and eager..." she whispered in a husky moan. He smirked faintly at that.

"I wish you had said that to me years ago." His hand slid from her womanhood, and he gently cupped and massaged her balls, rolling them in his palm. "However, better late than never, I suppose. Now, tell me you are mine, and apologize for denying what could have been between us for so long..." He gave her a gentle squeeze.

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Delia had no desire to feed Cedric's ego, but in her current predicament, she knew she had little choice.

"You know I am yours, my lord..." she whispered, giving a small whimper as one finger gave her clit a brief caress. Her legs twisted around as she tried to ease the ache deep within her stomach and groin. "Please forgive me, my lord. Accept my apologies..." she moaned as she felt a gentle tug at her sac.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, and I do love you, I suppose I can forgive you..." He pressed his lips to her brow, and she shivered in anticipation of deliverance. However, her hopes were dashed with his next words. "I must have my supper first... then we can wrap up with some dessert." His grin was wicked, and she knew that her dismay must be registering clearly on her face, because he gave out a small chuckle.

He retreated from the room for a moment before returning with a tray. On a plate were pieces of fruit, vegetables, and what looked to be pieces of glazed chicken. She couldn't discern the flavor of the sauce, though. She gazed at him quizzically before he smiled and pulled up a stool before picking up the tray again.

"I expect you to remain still, Delia. I could bind your feet, but I don't think you would like that, so I am giving you the opportunity to make this easy on yourself. You will be rewarded for good behavior."

"What..." Before she could complete her sentence, Cedric procured a pair of silver tongs, keeping the tray balanced on his lap as he plucked assorted foods from the tray and placed them along her body. She flinched a little, but remembered his warning, and remained still as she felt alternating sensations of warm and cool as various pieces of food were placed at strategic points along her torso and near her groin.

It was not until after several seconds that she realized the fruit was likely covered in honey or some kind of glaze, as she felt a bit of oozing here and there around the fruit. After the tray was empty, he dragged his fingers along the plates, glaze coming away on his fingers, which he used to drip onto her nipples and the head of her organ. He repeated this several times, cleaning the plate of its drippings and adding them to the melange of flavors he'd added to her body.

"Cedric..."

"Don't worry, I'm not selfish. At least, not always. I'll share dinner with you." He lifted his fingers to her mouth, and she didn't have to be told what he wanted. She parted her lips, and he gently inserted his fingers, sucking them off. She tasted honey, and something spicy, likely whatever was on the chicken. She took her time, sucking each of the coated fingers slowly as she looked up at him, seeing the expression of pleasure on his face. She swirled her tongue around them, remembering what he'd done with his mouth against her organ, and mimicking the motions. When a moan met her ears, she could not help but smile just a bit. As his fingers became clean and he started to pull out of her mouth, she sucked on the fingers, adding some resistance.

Cedric's fingers came free with a soft pop, and he started eating, delicately plucking a piece of fruit off her stomach with his teeth and eating it before lovingly licking the area clean. He repeated this process several times with seemingly random pieces of food, eating one off the underside of her breast, and another near her navel. She let out a moan as he ran his tongue in a slow, lazy circle around her bellybutton, deliberately ignoring her erection.

"I told you I would share," he said as he picked up a piece of fruit and delicately offered it to her, letting her chew on it before licking his fingers. Next came a piece of chicken, and she eagerly took it, needing no prompt. In this way he alternated between feeding himself and her, licking every spot clean after removing an item. She was amazed at the willpower she had, not whining or begging for him to hurry up with his meal so that they could have pleasure.

Finally, all the food was gone, and she let out a soft hiss of relief and enjoyment as he started on her nipples, licking off the honey and glaze he had left on them. Her cock ached as much as ever, especially after the thick liquid he'd dabbed on her slowly, ever so slowly dripped down the sides.

"Please, Cedric..." she whispered as he lightly nibbled at one nipple, rolling the other one between his thumb and finger. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, she couldn't tell how much time had passed, the torment seemed to have lasted almost an eternity.

He finally moved to her cock, laving his tongue along the length and finally cleaning it of the substance that had already been starting to itch, and she gave out a breath of relief. She closed her eyes, simply losing herself in the sensation of having her hyper-sensitive organ licked and sucked, and she shivered in anticipation of release, though dreading that this act was just another tease, and that he would stop before completion.

To her surprise and relief, he did continue his ministrations, bringing her to the release she'd been aching for all day. With a soft cry, she came into his mouth, all the nerve endings in her groin seemingly on fire as his lips and tongue continued their work, drawing out her pleasure and making her squirm. Her balls felt lighter, and her head lolled against one arm as she opened her eyes, seeing him lazily lick and suck her before letting it fall out of his mouth. It came to rest just above her stomach, still semi-hard.

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Cedric slowly rose to his feet, and undid the drawstring that held up his pants. He had on no underwear, and he reveled in the desire he saw in her eyes as his erection came within her view.

"You want this, don't you?" he whispered, and she nodded firmly. Good, he thought. There was no hesitation or shyness, and that pleased him more than anything else at that moment. Reaching down, he gave himself several slow pumps, seeing how transfixed she was by the very sight of it. He grinned at her before stepping out of his pants and approached her, spreading her legs. He did not miss how pliant she was, and how he had to apply very little force to her legs as she willingly opened herself to him.

He'd waited long enough for his own pleasure, so he decided to waste no time, and knowing already how aroused she was, Cedric plunged into his lover's slick womanhood. She arched upwards, and he started thrusting greedily, deciding to forgo any slow attentions. One of his hands was on the seat of the divan to support himself, and he used his free hand to stroke her, bringing her back to full erection.

"Yes, yes... oh gods, yes... Cedric..." Her tits jiggled as he thrust within her, her cock weeping with joy as he pumped it, and Cedric himself was subject to no small amount of bliss as he felt her clamp down on him hard, her intimate muscles gripping him in such a way that made it clear just how much she was enjoying this.

He leaned down and latched onto her throat, placing fierce kisses along it, inhaling her scent, noting the mixture of swear, her own feminine musk, and a faint trace of perfume oil – jasmine and freesia – as he laved his tongue along the small hollow where her collarbones met.

Finally, his ardor became so much that it was hard to do anything else besides thrust, so he slid his hands behind her back and simply focused on fucking her as hard as he could. Though he didn't have a ring to tease him as Delia had, he'd been thinking about her all day, his passion still hot, even if he managed to keep it at a low burn all day. He'd been tempted to masturbate, oh so sorely tempted, but was able to exert enough willpower to not give in.

She wrapped her legs around his middle, and he nodded to show her his approval Her face became a mask of bliss and anticipation, and Cedric recognized the impeding orgasm. He simply continued his fierce thrusting, and paused only briefly as she clenched down hard in the throes of bliss.

He was not long in coming, and felt her inner walls spasm around him as he released his own load, his fingers digging into her back as his day-long tension melted away in the zenith of his pleasure. He crushed his lips against her own, and she parted her own, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth.

Even after the pleasant aftershocks of his orgasm passed, he made no move to pull out of her, and was content to simply continue kissing her, feeling her clench around him as if she didn't want him to pull out.

Slowly, he let his hands slide from her back, and reached up to lazily caress her sides and breasts, feeling her erection stir against his stomach. One of his hands reached down to languidly stroke it, feeling her squirm against him.

"See, Delia," he whispered as he nibbled along her earlobe. "You were made to receive such pleasures, and share them." Rolling his hips against her to emphasize his point, he smirked. "Aren't you sorry you kept saying no to me?"

"But..."

"Shh... no buts. That was then, this is now. There will be only us, and what we share, and will continue sharing." Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled her legs from his sides and slid out of her, leaving her spread. He could see a bit of his cum oozing out of her.

He undid the magical binds he had on her wrists, and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed and depositing her on it. He climbed onto the bed and reclined on several plump pillows before he pulled her into his arms, savoring her closeness.

"Have I sufficiently earned your forgiveness, Cedric?" she asked as he lazily played with her hair.

He smirked at that. "You will never finish paying your penance, my dear... but I will ensure that everything you do for it will be pleasurable for you. And me, of course."

"If I'd known that you would be accepting of..."

"We have plenty of time yet to make up for lost opportunities." He kissed her brow before looking down at her. Even at twenty-eight, she could still pass for a teenager with her youthful, soft face. It was said that futanari tended to age well, and now he would have the opportunity to see for himself whether or not this was true.

He smiled to himself as he thought about the information he'd come across futanari in his studies. The medical term for them was hermaphrodites, the word futanari being an ancient one which had meant, according to some sources, half and half, others said 'of two kinds'. The latter was the more correct meaning, as Delia didn't have merely half of one part or the other. The word had come to take on a slightly more flexible meaning, being used for people of an androgynous gender, or both. Such knowledge was still relatively uncommon though, the word futanari showing up only in his magical studies as medicine did not use that term. Ever since he'd learned of them, he'd had a curiosity and even attraction to the idea, and wondered if this was why he found male lovers charming in their own way. That the woman he loved was a futanari made it even sweeter.

"I prayed to the gods every night you would come to desire me as I desired you...." Cedric whispered to her tenderly, kissing along her shoulder, "Ever since I first saw you, and spoke to you, I knew it had to be you or no one else." He gently ran his fingers along her cheek.

She looked down shyly for a moment before returning her gaze to his face. "I was surprised that you kept coming back to propose to me, no matter how many times I said no. I did find you very attractive, though." she admitted. He smirked at that.

"Well, now you no longer need to hold back your attraction. I will give you all the attention you need... and want," he promised, feeling her shiver under his touch.

"You make it very easy to want you... even when you're being a bastard," she said with a cute little pout. A soft chuckle escaped his throat before he grasped her waist and pulled her to rest on top of him, her breasts pushed into his chest. His hands slid down to her rear end, firmly gripping both cheeks and squeezing, causing her to moan and wiggle. One hand slid down between her cheeks and past her perineum to stroke her slick inner lips, feeling their mixed juices.

"More already?" she said with a blush, thinking about how much passion he'd shown before. "And here I was thinking I'd maybe do a bit of studying," she teased as she rose to a sitting position, looking down at him as she loosely straddled him. This position caused her pussy to move out of reach of his hand, but he compensated by grasping her organ instead.

"The nights belong to me... the days are yours to do as you will...but when the sun sets to when it rises...you and your time are mine," he grinned at her, flicking the swelling head of her cock with his thumb, palming her testicles again. She gave a moan and wiggled against his groin with her pussy, trying to arouse him as well. Of course, she didn't even have to try, but he certainly appreciated her efforts.

With a flick of his finger, her ring started to vibrate, and she arched a little.

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She moaned and arched, his hand and the ring ensuring that she was at full hardness. An image from the book of intimacy materialized within her mind, and she looked down at him again, feeling his other hand lazily massage her ass.

"Please... will you let me ride you? You can stay as you are, and let me move on you." she asked, full of passion despite their earlier activities. A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes before being rapidly overtaken by one of pleasure and approval. He gave her a brief but eager nod, releasing his grip on her breast and cock so he could lightly rest his hands at her hips.

Thrilled at this, she shot him a grateful smile before lifting her hips and then lowering herself on him, her body welcoming him as she clenched around him slickly. She remained where she was for several long moments, not moving, simply savoring the feel of him inside of her. Despite having been well-fucked less than an hour earlier, her cunt still ached for more. After several moments, she felt Cedric shift around, feeling his hips roll upwards.

Placing her hands on his chest, she felt the light scattering of dark hair across his solar plexus, and the thick muscles under his pale skin that marked him as a powerful, virile male. A drop of precum from her cock dripped onto his stomach, just above his groin, not that he seemed to mind at all. She moaned softly as she looked down at him before starting to sway her hips in a circular motion.

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Though Cedric tended to be the dominant one in bed, he was at times receptive to having someone else take the lead, and he was not about to object to Delia giving him pleasure. She was normally so shy and taciturn, and it thrilled him to see a peek of assertiveness here and there. He whispered words of encouragement, allowing her to set the rhythm so she could become more comfortable with this particular position. With a flick of his finger, the vibrating around her ring stopped so that she could focus more on riding him.