The library at the far end of the keep appears just as abandoned as everywhere else, but Simon makes sure of it by checking every corner. Light fades as the hour grows late, and without Zeff's magic keeping torches burning in the sconces all around the keep, lengthy shadows are everywhere.
Simon places his pack and the books he's been studying onto the large oak table, and begins searching the shelves for a particular tome while Raya settles into one of Zeff's reading chairs. The temporal projections are still about, but Simon has warded the library so Zeff can only conjure them out in the hallways, and the heavy door and thick wood paneling of the library mercifully muffles the sounds.
Simon finds the book he's looking for, and flips through the pages quickly, nodding emphatically as he does so. A few minutes drag by, and Simon puts the book down, drumming his fingers on the library table and looking thoughtful.
"My lord?" Raya asks.
Simon sighs. "It seems if this magic is to work, I'll need a gemstone to act as a conduit. I saw one that will suffice in Zeff's lab. I'm debating if I should leave you here now to get it, or if we should resign ourselves to spending the night in the keep."
Neither of those prospects sounds at all appealing to Raya. "My lord, maybe I could go with you to the lab?"
Simon shakes his head. "This room is already warded. I don't have enough energy left to keep you safe on the move. I can only protect myself."
Raya nods in understanding. She doesn't want to be left alone, but the sooner the collar can come off and she can leave the keep, the better. She gives her consent for Simon to go retrieve the gem, and Simon takes a few minutes to gather up the weapons and supplies he thinks he may need, and leaves on his mission.
Left alone, Raya's eyes flutter from shadow to shadow, as if Zeff might be lurking in any one of them. She's being ridiculous, she knows. Simon would not have left her if there was any real danger. The wards are up. She's safe.
Safe, and more importantly - she's alone. She's been at Simon's side, stewing in her own juices for hours and hours since her aborted orgasm attempt from the vibrating pipe, clit throbbing from the lingering effects of the rousal, pussy pulsing from the humiliation of having to sit naked by the handsome paladin's side while watching the pornographic projections of her past self.
And now - a few blessed moments of privacy.
Egged on by the sound of one of her projections cumming loudly just outside the library door, Raya spreads her legs and slips a hand down to her sopping wet crotch, and throws back her head and moans lustfully at her own touch. Almost immediately she feels the orgasm starting to build. She rubs her thumb over her clit, and just like that she's nearing the edge.
The human body just isn't meant to take this much arousal without any satisfaction, Raya decides. It simply isn't right. She's been operating in a fog of lust all day, unable to function properly, unable to think of anything but her slutty wanting pussy. Finally, finally - the torture is ending. She's still in the keep, the collar is still around her neck, Zeff is still alive, but at the moment those are lesser problems beside the all-consuming need to cum. Everything will be ok once she gets her orgasm, and oh god, she's
so
close now.
But the collar... why is it so tight? Tight, and getting tighter by the second, cutting off Raya's air supply. Desperately she claws at the leather band, frantically trying to slip a finger between it and her skin. She can't breathe, but just as she's starting to feel faint, the collar loosens slightly, and Raya chokes in a strangled breath.
What the hell? The collar only acts like that when she's disobeyed some command. But she hasn't; there's nobody around. Is Zeff doing something to her?
The collar is back to normal now; still snug as it always is, but no longer painfully so, no longer interfering with her breathing. Raya shrugs it off. A mystery for later, when she can think clearly again. And speaking of which...
Raya closes her eyes and leans back with a moan, as her hand returns to her pussy, stroking and playful. Even getting almost strangled hasn't made her pending orgasm fade by much, and it takes very little for Raya to get the fires stoked again, to get herself built right back to that edge...
This time the collar's tightening is more sudden, and even more powerful. Her neck is being squeezed so violently it feels like her head might pop off. Raya collapses onto the floor, scratching desperately at the unyielding collar, until finally it loosens just as Raya is sure she's going to pass out, leaving her gasping for breath on the cold stone floor where she's fallen. The fucking collar! Why won't it let her orgasm in peace?!
And suddenly Raya knows. The words echo back to her, from what seems an eternity ago, but had only been this morning. Simon waking from his rest and catching Raya in the act, trying to jill herself off after her sex-charged dream.
"Please can you try to refrain from this... getting yourself off?"
The words resound through her memory like a death sentence. She hadn't consciously registered it at the time, but it had been a command - or at least, enough of one that her cursed collar seems to be enforcing it.
Raya feels tears suddenly well up, still lying there on the floor, still catching her breath, her pussy still pounding with need, dripping onto the stone. That damn paladin. It isn't enough that he's not willing to properly fuck her like any decent hero would, he has to deny her masturbation too? It's all too much.
There's a loophole; there just has to be. How long has Simon been gone? Not more than a couple of minutes. Raya still has time. She looks frantically around the library for some inspiration. And then she sees it, tucked into a corner. The device that's the answer to the dilemma.
Raya has no real idea how the clockwork fucking machine works. It's a puzzle box of intricate dwarvish engineering; cogs and springs and levers and wheels. Raya also has no idea if the device has been repurposed from some unknown original intended use, or if it had always been intended to be a fucking machine. The mental image of doughty bearded dwarves having sex lives is mildly repulsive, though Raya supposes baby dwarves must come from somewhere. All Raya really knows is that Zeff has somehow acquired it, and good lord does it work.
But will it get around her collar-imposed restriction? Raya is sure it will. The collar hadn't caused her any problems earlier after all, when she'd been mounted on the vibrating steampipe set-up. Simon's order had been that she shouldn't get herself off; having a machine do it for her seemed to be exactly the loophole she needed. And if she's wrong, well, she knows the collar won't actually kill. Just strangle her until she passes out. She's willing to risk it.
Before she can second guess herself, knowing that Simon might even now be on his way back, Raya mounts the device and checks the setting of the lever that controls speed. Zeff had often enjoyed spending evenings relaxing with arcane tomes in the library, which meant Raya had often enjoyed spending evenings locked tightly in the fucking machine as entertainment, and she's intimately familiar with the device's settings. Depending on Zeff's whims, she might be in for a maddeningly slow fucking that would have her whimpering with need for more, or an inhumanly fast pistoning that would wring orgasm out of orgasm out of her, and all usually under the threat of severe punishment if Raya made so much as a peep to disturb Zeff's reading.
Raya flicks the lever up to max speed, and locks her ankles and wrists into the restraints that will bind her in place.
As soon as the metal clicks shut, she realizes her mistake. Why did she lock it? She hadn't been thinking clearly, and in her cloud of horniness she's acted on auto-pilot. Every time Zeff had ordered her onto the machine she'd had to lock herself in, so she's locked herself in this time too. There is no escape for her - this is how Simon will find her.
But maybe that's for the best. Maybe Simon will just assume it was Zeff's doing, like he had when he found her on the steam pipe vibrator. Maybe her collar even requires her to be locked in, or it would count as "getting herself off".
It's too late to worry about though - it's done. And as the the wheels of the clockwork begin to turn, and the rubber-coated rod nudges against her opening, then slips smoothly into her lubricated pussy, deeper and deeper until it fills her utterly, painfully but wonderfully - then withdraws, then pushes in again, and withdraws again, slowly at first but picking up speed as the contraption begins to hum with the released energy of hidden springs and mechanical wonders, Raya finds a comfort in that. It's done. She can't change it now. She has no more choices to make, and ironically, there is a freedom to her lack of freedom. She can do nothing but lie there, get fucked, and finally finally get her orgasm.
Only it isn't that simple. It always takes the machine a while to really get going, and as nice as it is simply to feel so full of cock, even mechanical cock - in Raya's state what she really needs is a pounding. And it is beyond frustrating that thanks to the high angle her slit is being entered at, and with her hands secured uselessly out of reach, Raya can't get any stimulation to her throbbing clit. Cumming from penetration alone is something that, before her stay at Flintborn Keep, Raya would have sworn she couldn't do. She now knows better, but still - even in her overheated state, the orgasm needs time to build.
Raya throws back her head and moans lustily as the speed picks up. Raya easily slips into a fantasy that the cock sliding in and out of her is Simon's; he's taking her from behind and she in turn thrusts back into him, welcoming and encouraging him. "Oh my god, Simon," she whispers, egging on her imaginary lover. "That's so good. Faster, please. I'm going to cum so hard for you..."
The machine is still going slower than Raya wants, but with all the build-up of the day, Raya feels her climax looming. But then, faintly, but growing louder - footsteps. Simon must have found what he needs, and is almost back.
Frantically Raya strains against her bonds, desperately working her hips to try to generate more friction with the mechanical dildo. It's working, the orgasm is so close that Raya can all but taste it - but it's not working quickly enough. With the clockwork fucking machine still not ramped up to full speed, and the lack of clit stimulation, Raya just can't quite push herself over the edge.
The library door swings open, and there stands her mighty paladin. For a brief moment, the two lock eyes, and Simon stands frozen processing what he's seeing. In that moment, Raya imagines the tableau they make. Her, naked, hair a sweaty mess, sex juices dripping down her thighs, tears of frustration in her eyes, tightly bound, unsupported tits swaying back and forth beneath her as the mechanized dildo rams in and out of her - and him, holy paladin, clean white armor, steely gray eyes, clean-shaven jaw, holy symbol clenched piously in hand. It's quite a couple they make.
And then the moment is over. With a cry of rage, Simon hoists his mace high, casts a quick spell and then another, and begins scanning the room for threats, eager to find a target for his wrath. There is no enemy to find of course, but Simon doesn't know that, and all the while the fucking machine continues its relentless job. Raya is past the point of caring that she has an audience. The orgasm is just seconds away. A few more thrusts is all that she needs, and with Simon still hunting for Zeff, she's going to make it.
