Amara slowly started to come down from the high of that last orgasm. She took stock: her jaws ached, her legs were weak, and her ass was so sore...her ass! She had let him...he had made her cum from fingering her ass. Her entire body jerked from the realization, and she felt the wizard's hand gently cup her face as her eyes flew open, dazed gold meeting steady dark brown. "There you are! Had a bit too much fun, did you?" he asked with a chuckle. Amara tried to look away but his grip tightened on her cheek, so she reluctantly turned her eyes back to his. "Do you want a break from the anal play?"
She blinked, her eyes frightened as a confused, inquisitive sound made its way out around the gag. He was asking...? What kind of rapist asked if their victim wanted a break? She took so long with her befuddled thoughts that it began to annoy the wizard. Kiernan frowned at her. "I asked if you wanted a break. Don't misunderstand, I am still going to fuck that ass." Amara made a small, choked sound. "But if you want, we can take a break from it for a little while." She felt like her ass was on fire. Yes, he had used that oil, but he had also used two fingers, and he had not done so gently. She almost felt like she could still feel the tip of his middle finger, moving in slow circles just inside her ass, one of the most intense sensations she had ever experienced. And then the way he had just slammed his index finger in as well, the roughness of his thrusts and the way she had felt completely stretched out. She nodded, hesitantly. She did not think her body could handle anymore violations there . His erection was impressively large, and Amara honestly did not believe he would ever be able to "celebrate" the way he seemed to want to.
He smiled and leaned back against the couch, draining the last of his water. He sucked an ice cube into his mouth and crunched down, staring at Amara. "Well, if you want a break, all you have to do is ask!" He chuckled, watching Amara's brow furrow. How could she ask for anything? He had gagged her, didn't that mean he didn't want to hear her? He brought her attention back to him with a soft tap to her forehead. "No, see, when you want something...kiss me." He grinned widely as Amara's perplexion turned into embarrassment. "That's right, little pet. Kiss your Master, and I'll leave your ass alone for a little bit."
Amara closed her eyes, trying to cry quietly. Sobbing with the gag on made breathing incredibly hard. She couldn't believe this...didn't want to believe this. Why did he have to keep humiliating her? What was the point of it- was he just that big of a bastard? She felt like she had escaped one cage only to trapped in another. In the Court, there were people above her, people she obeyed, but no one called themselves her Master. And no one had demeaned her with terms like slut or whore or pet. Like she was an animal. "Pet. I'm waiting," the wizard said, in a tone that let her know he was just about done waiting. Amara unfolded her legs to rise up and closed her eyes, choking back a sob as she gently pressed the ball in her gag to the wizard's lips.
O'Ryan smiled and patted Amara's head, as if she were a dog that had performed a trick well. "Not so bad, now was it?" he asked as Amara started to slump to the ground, her shame burning in her face. He reached out and grabbed her by the upper arms. "Nuh-uh! Up we go!" he sang out, pulling Amara to her feet. He took a moment to enjoy the sight as her knees shook while she tried to support herself. "C'mon, step out of the panties...good..." he encouraged her, his gaze following the slip of white and pink fabric as it slid down her legs to puddle around her slender ankles. He slid a knee in-between her legs and shoved them apart, then yanked her forward towards himself. "Now I'm going to fuck that wet cunt," he said as he held Amara up, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick opening. She moaned and tried to support herself, to keep from sliding down onto his waiting length. Kiernan reached down and pinched one nipple, twisting it. Amara whined and looked at him with a pleading expression in her eyes. He could see the conflicting emotions in her mind: fear, shame, anger, desire, confusion.
"I said we'd take a break from your ass. You've got two other holes to fuck as well," he laughed as Amara shook her head frantically. "Don't look so frightened. You're dripping wet, it shouldn't be too painful. Your body wants this." He let go of her arms, leaving her to support her entire weight by herself. Her legs buckled and she slipped down, slick, tight wetness wrapping around his cock. He moved his hand to her shoulders and pressed down, forcing her to stretch, to take in most of his cock in the first go. "So fucking tight," he grunted, resting in her for a moment, then thrusting upwards. Amara began crying from the pain and the intrusion, from being stretched so much so quickly. Her body clenched around him and forced a gasp from his throat. His fingers dug deep into her arms and shoulders as he started to fuck her faster, thrusting his hips upwards and shoving her body down onto him at the same time.
The pain was killing Amara. Every thrust felt like a lightning strike to her innermost self, while her breasts and ass hurt with every bounce. There was a large, violet bruise forming on her right breast where he had bitten her, and every time his cock slammed into her, it felt like he was biting her tit all over again. Kiernan was not being gentle, she was sure her thighs would be bruised after this was over. But as she cried into her gag, the pain turned into something else. A coil of heat and eagerness unspooled in her center. She began to crave the next moment his cock would fuck her. The combination of the pain and the blooming pleasure made it impossible to form coherent thoughts. Her cries became moans as her hips ground down against his, her cunt tightening around his cock while her body reached for something she barely knew about or understood. "FUCK." Kiernan groaned, lifting the rutting faery off of his twitching dick and laying her out on the couch. He had only meant to fuck her a little bit, he hadn't expected her body to react positively quite so quickly as it had.. She was obviously a sexual masochist, although he'd place good money she had no idea what that meant, he mused. Perhaps it went further than physical enjoyment? A naturally submissive toy could be fun. It would certainly be easier on him if she realized that she enjoyed his attentions and decided not to fight him. She blinked up at him, her eyes hazy and unfocused, hips giving one last vain thrust before she whimpered, her pussy empty and desperate.
