Hey all - Been a minute since I updated this story. It's a high fantasy story set in the fantasy world of Atalantahna. For the plot to make sense, please check out "Lady Mielikki's Amulet, Ch. 01," and "Ch.02" as well. If you're just here for the kink though, knock yourself out. All characters are over 18. This story goes *really* hard on the sweat fetish stuff, as well as feet/ass worship, and also cuckoldry stuff, so if none of that is your thing, you might not be a fan. As always, this is fantasy - it says nothing about my actual views on things in real life - but...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Tofi had Lady Mielikki's chamber pot just about clean when he heard the door open downstairs.
Wednesdays were usually one of the heavier cleaning days because Lady Mielikki tended to be out of the house for longer between work at the Archive of Hela City and then her social engagements afterwards. It meant he didn't get in her way when he was washing her clothes or, as now, cleaning the chamber pots.
But regardless of where he was in the cleaning, he knew Lady Mielikki expected him to greet her at the door when she entered. It wasn't a chore; he hadn't been able to think about anything else all day -- not during the hours he'd spent on his knees scrubbing the floors or washing the undergarments only her Man, Ullr, got to see her in anymore -- but he suspected she'd turned his arousal up on Cuckold Amulet at least a notch or two. He hadn't ground his teeth against the arousal in his core this much since he'd been nullified.
It had taken awhile to adjust to having his penis removed by an irreversible spell. The Witch's ritual had, of course, left him in a perpetual state of arousal and frustration, his body screaming for an outlet that no longer existed. True to her word, Lady Mielikki had been, by and large, fair (not that a cuckold should ever have the temerity to question their cuckoldress, Tofi knew) and hadn't toyed with his Cuckold Amulet simply for her sadistic amusement. Lady Mielikki wasn't that cruel, or at least, she wasn't *usually* that cruel. The only times she'd used his Cuckold Amulet to ratchet up his need for an orgasm he would never receive was as a punishment -- he'd broken a goblet or forgotten a chore. He understood that and, at least conceptually, he also understood that was The Witch's nullification ritual, cursing him with all the servile mannerisms of a dog eager to obey regardless of how it was treated.
But it still didn't change the fact that he still thought Lady Mielikki was maybe the beautiful person he'd ever met, and serving her still felt like an honor, even if it hurt or was humiliating in the moment.
Or even when she did treat him as something akin to her personal plaything. Lady Mielikki was never much for witchcraft -- she'd hypnotize him every now and then with a few charmed anklets -- but recently she had tried her hand at a small-time spell. It was something Duchess Cybele, the true sorceress in that friendship, had shown her, something designed for use specifically on Nullified Cuckolds. She'd cast a Curse of Sensitivity on him, which meant not only did he feel the need to cum constantly, it was worsened by the slightest brush of anything against his balls. Like his tunic. It had only been a few days, but already she'd caught him unable to help himself, reaching underneath the hem of his pink tunic for anything resembling relief. She seemed to enjoy it.
And even now, as he opened the front door to Lady Mielikki's manor, he still cast a quick glance down at his tunic and ground his teeth against the burning desire he felt in his groin.
He opened the door and greeted Lady Mielikki, still dressed in an outfit appropriate for the Archive of Hela City, albeit a casual one: a short-sleeved blouse and a short skirt, over her high leather boots. These were the hottest days of the summer, but even Tofi knew the Mistress of the Archives had her rules about how scholars had to be dressed if they were to enter the building's halls.
"Good evening, My Lady," Tofi said, and knelt in front of her.
"Good to see you, Tofi," she said, and bent to kiss him on the forehead, a strand of sweat-damp golden hair brushing Tofi's face as she did. "Goddess, I've had a day."
"I bet, my Lady," Tofi said.
Even from here he could smell the sharp -- but not unpleasant -- aroma of her body, drenched in sweat after a long day in an Atalantahnan summer.
She stepped inside, into the main entryway of the house and spun, the skirt splaying out around her waist and revealing the tight, corded muscle of her thighs as she did.
"The house looks clean, cuckold," she said. "And it smells so fresh too. I take it you used some of the pine The Witch sent over?"
Tofi winced at mention of The Witch -- he couldn't help but think of her Nullification Ritual as well -- but he nodded.
"Yes, Lady Mielikki," he said. "I lit the candles just this morning. They were high quality."
"I'll have to send you over to her to say thank you," Lady Mielikki said with a teasing wink. "I'm sure she'd love to see you again, after condemning you to a lifetime of sexual frustration and a burning desire to serve me. She's mentioned to me a few times how much fun she had with you."
Tofi swallowed hard. "Yes, My Lady."
Lady Mielikki paused, stood in the center of the room, her hands on her hips, and cocked her head, as if thinking. She pursed her lips, and Tofi's heartrate increased. He couldn't read her like this.
"You know Tofi," she said. "You've been exceptionally good lately. I was even mean to you and I cast the Curse of Sensitivity on you, just for fun. It didn't phase you at all, even though you were so cute in how frustrated you got. Or, rather, how frustrated you still *are.*
"And I haven't been able to talk to you about this much, but things have been extremely stressful lately. Queen Feronia has all the scholars in the Archives more or less all the time now, and she's also gearing the Army of Atalantahna up for something big. I can't say too much yet but...I'm tired, my little cuckold. I spent 12 hours in the Archives today, and then another two on the archery range. In these boots, because the damn Mistress of the Archives wont let us wear sandals. Even in this heat. So."
She paused, put two fingers to her lips in thought.
"I am going to use you to help me relieve some stress," she said. "But I think it will be a reward for you too. I..."
She paused, then walked toward him and put two fingers under his chin, raised his eyes to hers.
"I'm not going to humiliate you," she said. "I'm not going to turn this into a torture session for you. You've been good, and I just want to relax on a hot summer evening with my cuckold. How does that sound, Tofi?"
She bent down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
Tofi resisted the urge to pass out from pure pleasure. "Beautiful, My Lady," he whispered.
"Good," she said. "Go get two goblets from the kitchen and the wine from last night, then meet me in the bedroom."
She must have caught the apprehension in his gaze, because she smiled, apologetic.
"The two goblets are for you and me, cuckold," she said. "It's just us tonight. I promise."
It had to be a dream, Tofi thought. It *had* to be a dream.
It wasn't though.
He retrieved the bottle and the two goblets from the kitchen, then climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Lady Mielikki had closed the shutters but the hot summer breeze still hissed its way into the room, smelling of lilacs and honeysuckle. He set the wine and the goblets on the bedside table.
Lady Mielikki had splayed herself out on her stomach on the fourposter bed, face buried in the blankets, her feet -- still clad in her boots -- in the air above her. She looked up when Tofi entered.
And then a block of ice dropped into his gut, because she had his Cuckold Amulet in her hands. He would have recognized that heart-shaped sapphire anywhere.
A teasing smile crossed her lips.
"Don't worry, cuckold," she said. "This is your reward, remember? You've been good. Here..."
She sat up, put the Cuckold Amulet in the lap of her skirt.
"Let's remove that Curse of Sensitivity," she said, and snapped her fingers, but not without a giggle. "I'm sorry, Tofi, but that was fun. I'm remembering that one. I might have to use it as a punishment. Or..."
She paused.
"I might make you thank Cybele for it," she said. "Wouldn't that be something? If I sent you all over Hela City to personally thank every woman on my behalf who gave me ideas on how to tease and torment you?"
Tofi blinked, and now Lady Mielikki laughed.
"No matter," she said. "We don't have to figure that out tonight. Tonight I want to make you feel good."
She paused.
"Or as good as you can feel," she said, and brushed her fingers across the Cuckold Amulet in her lap.
Tofi gasped. Everything -- the agony of needing to cum; the merest brush of the tunic against his skin sending him into a spiral of arousal; the marrow-deep yearning for an orgasm -- faded.
Relief. Or at least, the closest thing to relief since the Nullification Ritual.
He blinked. Lady Mielikki smiled at him.
"Come here, cuckold," she said. "I want to kiss you. Come help me relieve some stress."
He didn't have to be told twice. He slid onto the bed next to her and she took his face in her hands and then kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth, her hands all over his body in a way they hadn't been in a long time. He breathed deep, and the smell of her body -- her sweat -- filled his senses.
She bit his lip. Hard.
He yelped and gave an involuntary pullback.
She was laughing now.
"I mean, I want to bite you too," she said. "But only a little."
She kissed him on the lips again.
"Cuckold, my back and my shoulders are killing me," she said. "I want you to rub them for me. I know you're good at that because I trained you. And then after that, I want you to lick the sweat from every part of my body. Every single part. It was so hot today, Tofi. It was scorching in the *Archives.* That was before the hours I spent on the archery range, in the sun. And Queen Feronia was...so fucking mean today. No breaks, no nothing."
She looked at him with massive green eyes, her best teasing look.
"Can you make my exhausted, sweaty body feel any better, cuckold?" She asked.
"The thought of you doing that turns me on. It might make me cum. I think it turns you on too although..."
She paused.
"I think at least *one* of us should get to cum, don't you?"
Tofi took a shallow breath, his heartbeat in his ears now.
"Yes My Lady."
"I've turned your Amulet down as far as I can," she said, and winked, then rolled over onto her stomach again, rested her face on her forearms. "I know it's always going to torture you at least a little bit, but are you ever going to deny I took care of you?"
