Background : These characters are from a fantasy fiction novel that I hope to publish one day. In a moment of boredom, I wondered what a bedroom scene between them would be like, and came up with this. It will never be part of the finished piece but I thought it might be appreciated here.
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Aurora is a former peasant who has been taken in and tutored by a powerful wizard named Ahern. When she was fifteen, he married her to legally transport her across the border of their war ravaged country. Their relationship was purely platonic, more teacher-student than anything as he began teaching her the sword and magic, grooming her to be head of an army one day to overthrow the tyrannical queen who has taken over their country.
Aurora is now eighteen and considered a prodigy in the skills of a warrior. However, she is inexperienced sexually, despite having experimented a bit with a young man of whom she is quite fond, whose name is Rhys. Rhys has gone south to join the rebellion and Aurora has begun to realize that she is in fact in love with Ahern, her teacher. Ahern is old and cynical, an ancient warrior who once held the country in terror. Having changed both his ways and his name, he has lost interest in 'deflowering virgins' as he puts it.
Aurora grows frustrated when he spurns her advances and resigns her position of captain of the militia that belongs to the lord that she and Ahern are attached to. When she threatens to leave Ahern and head south to the rebellion, they have a huge argument. Ahern is furious that she is willing to throw everything away because of an infatuation that she has for him, and in a moment of intense heat, finally snaps..
If anything, this scene is about Aurora, who is very proud and fears no one, learning to submit to the one person who can still keep her in line, during an encounter that she refers to as a 'contest of wills.'
"Fine." said Ahern, as something dangerous sparked in his eyes. I wouldn't have had the chance to retreat if I'd wanted to. Quick as a striking snake, his hand shot out and he tangled his fist in my hair. My resignation notice fell out of my hand and went fluttering to the floor. The loose knot in the sash of my dressing gown untied and the robe came open, revealing my nude body beneath. "I groom you to run the army which we have been building together and you decide to run off because your hormones are out of control?!" Ahern snarled in my face. "Fine. You want it? You're damn well going to get it."
Jerking hard on my hair, he shoved me to my knees before him and started unfastening his pants. Any wild ideas I had of fighting him died instantly as I realized what he had in mind. Looking up at the angry look on his face, I knew he was going to make it as hard on me as he could, but I didn't care as long as I ultimately got my way.
He yanked my face close to his crotch, but I hardly needed any urging. He was thicker than Rhys had been, and hard as a rock. I was absolutely dying to wrap my lips around him. I went to work immediately, sucking him hard and fast. I was a woman possessed, unable to get enough. I took him deep into my throat, choked slightly, but repeated the maneuver all the same.
"That's not a virgin mouth." said Ahern darkly. "If I'd known you were this talented at sucking dick, I'd have given in to the temptation long ago. Who have you been practicing on?"
I was far too preoccupied to answer. I kept sucking him with abandon, my lips sliding eagerly up and down his hard, thick erection. His taste and scent were even better than I'd imagined.
"Maybe that's why your men like you so much." Ahern continued harshly. "Been sucking them all off, have you? Maybe we could raise money for the war effort by offering your services to the nobles."
I didn't answer. I sucked harder instead.
"You're having way too much fun." said Ahern, pulling me off him by the hair of the head. His penis came out of my disappointed mouth with a loud pop. "You slut." he said, looking down at me in a scathing sort of way that I knew was mostly due to his anger with my resignation, than disgust with my adeptness at pleasuring him. Once more he pushed his erection into my mouth with the quiet command "Hold still and take it." Then he drove himself all the way down my throat until his balls rested against my chin. I choked, but he held me still by the hair of the head, forcing me to accept the assault.
I didn't care. I had wanted him too much for too long, and I was willing to have him at any cost. If he needed to be forceful, if he needed me to be submissive, then so be it. Everyone else around the castle jumped at my word. The turnabout was fascinating.
In that moment of resolution, I allowed all will, all desire except that which I had for Ahern, to drain out of me like water from a glass. I held still and let him use me for his pleasure, concentrating on not choking as he roughly thrust into my throat.
"Cock sucking slut. You like it don't you?" he asked, seeming to take half his pleasure from scolding me. "If I'd known you were such a whore I'd have been fucking you right along. Bet Rhys never gave it to you like this, did he?"
Ah. So he'd figured out who I'd 'been practicing on'. Well, Ahern was no idiot after all. He half smothered me as he pushed in so deep that my face was pressed into his dark patch of pubic hair. He held still for several seconds while I struggled not to gag and to keep breathing.
He began thrusting again with renewed vigor, his balls smacking heavily against my chin. My throat was burning but I knew he was getting close to finishing. I could tell because he was swelling and thrusting with more violence. My heart sped up with the desire to taste his seed in my mouth, but he robbed me of that pleasure. At the last moment he pulled out and splattered my face with semen instead. There was so much of it, and sticky ropes of it oozed from my forehead to my nose and smeared my cheek.
When he was done, he yanked me to my feet and dragged me to the dressing table, pushing me nose to nose with my reflection in the mirror. "Look at yourself." he said severely. "You nasty, cum faced whore. I should take you down to the barracks and let the men mark you too."
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at the white fluid slowly drying on my face, and this time it was my eyes that snapped with sudden resolution. "If you wish.." I answered with a touch of my old fire. "Whatever you can dish out, I can take. I don't care as long as I'm not a virgin any more when you're done."
His eyes were quite wild as I watched him in the mirror. "Think you can take it, do you? Whatever I want? We'll just see, shall we? Don't move and don't wipe your face. You look good with your face plastered in semen. No pretenses -- you look like the slut that you are."
"How about you give me some more?" I challenged him.
"Oh I'm going to give you something." he said darkly as he headed for the wardrobe, shedding the remainder of his clothing as he went.
I couldn't see what he was doing, but I recognized the soft metallic clink of his belt buckle as he removed it from its hook. Oh, so he wanted to play that game did he? Fine. I was no stranger to pain after so many years as his student in the arts of both the sword and magic. He had taught me that lesson well. As I watched him approach me in the mirror with a supple leather belt in his hand, I wondered if sex was a contest of wills for everyone, or just us.
"Take off that robe." he said quietly.
I did as he asked, standing naked before him without shame. Hanging open as it had been, the dressing gown had been of little use anyway. I watched him smugly in the mirror. His dark eyes were smoldering, and the hand that wasn't holding the belt was idly sliding up and down his renewed erection.
"You're insolent, Aurora." he pointed out. "That's my fault for teaching it to you. On the other hand, I never taught you how to be a slut. So....you sucked off Rhys did you?"
"Yes. Right here in this room. And in the stable, and in the woods, and once up in the north tower in that alcove outside the sunroom. I enjoyed it immensely." I answered fiercely.
"Apparently. So you didn't fuck him?"
"No. I was saving that for you."
Ahern laughed, a bitter mirthless laugh. "You might just regret that. You know I do like a woman with a nicely tanned ass."
"I told you -- whatever you want. You made me what I am, Ahern...you won't break me."
"We'll see." he answered, but his eyes glittered with a touch of the old pride in his prize student, just before they went dark and hard again. Goosebumps charged up and down my spine as he caressed my back with the end of the belt. His other hand was still stroking his erection.
"You're bigger than Rhys is." I told him as he trailed the edge of the belt over the soft swell of my backside and down one of my thighs. "Want me to suck it for you again?"
"Later." he said shortly as the edge of the belt prodded between my legs. "What a slut you are, Aurora. You're soaked. You really do need a good whipping, don't you?"
My swollen clitoris was throbbing at the feeling of leather caressing my slit. "If you say so."
"Ask for it. Face me, get on your knees, and beg me to whip you."
After that horrible trip north, I had sworn that I'd never beg for anything again so long as I lived. I found the very idea repulsive, and after all -- he had trained me that way. He had instilled me with a sense of stubborn, unyielding pride. That was probably why he was watching me deliberate with an expression of mild amusement.
But I wanted him too badly. The desire could not be denied. Cheeks pink against the white fluid still drying against them, I got on my knees before him. He was still stroking his erection and I was half mad to taste it again, but I knew that it was my submission that he wanted. Feeling very embarrassed, I quietly asked him to whip me.
A slight smile curled his lips. "Is that what you want?"
"If that's what it takes to get you to fuck me." I snapped.
"You aren't convincing me." he laughed. "I said 'beg'. Show me that you really want it."
Very well then. With a haughty toss of my head, I leaned down with all the dignity I could manage and kissed one of his feet, slipping my tongue between each toe in turn. Above me, I heard him give a sharp intake of breath and knew I had won a point. "I want you." I told him in complete sincerity. "Whatever it takes. If you want to be rough, fine. I love you and I know you love me -- romance is rather redundant. If spanking me arouses you, then I want you to flay me with that belt until you're ready to explode. I can take anything you can give me, and I want to." Incredibly, I suddenly did want it. Badly. I licked the supple leather of the belt, letting my tongue just graze his fingers. "Please. Knowing that you want it makes me want it too. It's beyond wanting....I need it. I'm begging you to whip me, Ahern."
"A kinky slut like you deserves it." he said quietly.
"If you say so. Please Ahern?"
He seemed to be enjoying dragging it out. "Please what?" He asked, watching me through slightly narrowed eyes as his hand lazily slid up and down his erection.
"Remind me that one person is left in the world who can still bring me to heel." I said huskily.
"Since you ask so eloquently, turn around and bend over the table. Press your dirty face to the mirror."
Trembling with lust, I got to my feet. "Don't be gentle." I said thickly.
Ahern laughed. "I won't. You know full well that gentleness has never been one of my faults. Feel free to cry all you like, but if you fight me, I'll tie you down. You don't want me to have to do that."
The words that came from me next were not the words of a sorceress and army captain, but those of a naughty little girl. "I'll be good."
"Slut." he answered. "You deserve this."
