Chapter 47: Book 1: Explicit Interlude 1.2

(This mini chapter contains explicit sexual content. If that’s not to your reading taste you can skip on to the next chapter without missing any story elements)

Shana stood before me, one knee crooked, and blinked her brown eyes coquettishly. Her large nipples were already pert and engorged, and she tweaked them both, hard. Blood rushed to my rod and my trousers became constricting and uncomfortable.

I shoved the stool I’d been sitting on with Anastasia out of the way and turned to the end of the bed. The eight-poster was so large that it had six sets of pillories at the end, two in each gap between the four posts at the foot of the bed. You could lift the upper bar from the centre and the hinges of the side-by-side pillories abutted the opposing posts.

“It would be a shame not to make use of these,” I said and patted one of the central pillories. “Since Anastasia went to all the trouble of putting them in.”

Shana’s eyes widened with joy, and she practically skipped as she rushed over to join me.

I lifted the upper bar of one of the central pillories. They had three holes, the larger middle one to place the neck in and two smaller, about a foot on either side, for the wrists.

They could be used as stocks by putting the ankles in from the bedside if you chose, and I noted that the pillories were attached to the bedposts by circlets that could be loosened. Thus, allowing you to elevate the pillory from the mattress if you wished. This would force the penitent to stand straight on the floor or you could use it as a pillory from the bedside, with the penitent kneeling or standing upon the mattress.

The pillories were made from the same strangely malleable crystalline material the rest of the ship and bed were built from. I ran my finger along the edges of the divot for the head and confirmed it was firm, but soft, and wouldn’t cut or abrade the flesh of those locked in them.

Shana didn’t need an order before she leant down and placed her neck and wrists in the semi-circular depressions. I brushed her long, dark hair out of the way and lowered the bar and locked it in place. The pillory fit snugly around her graceful neck, and she groaned with lust.

With Shana being as tall as she was, her ass wiggled invitingly in the air, above the height where her head and wrists had been locked.

 I decided not to alter the height of the pillory, we only had time for a short session, but would have to do so for lengthier playtimes in the future.

“I want you to keep your legs straight, do you hear,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” Shana responded, and shuffled her feet a few inches further forward to help keep her legs locked in position and her posterior on display.

I walked around her and inspected what was before me, caressing the small of her back and supple ass as I did.

Shana shivered with pleasure in response.

The position of her butt exposed her folds fully and they were moist with anticipatory precum. I let my fingers brush her lady lips teasingly.

“Unnghh!” she moaned gutturally.

“You’re a needy one, aren’t you,” I whispered.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “Your soulbound slut needs her punishment.”

“My, my. You’d almost think you misbehaved on purpose,” I tsked.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. But I need it so baaaad,” she whimpered.

“That is not how this works, Shana,” I scolded her with mock sterness.

Then I slowly disrobed, as my clothing was getting in the way, and retrieved the stool. I put it down a few feet behind the pilloried shadowborn elf and sat down quietly, saying nothing more.

“Sir?” Shana pled after a minute had passed.

I said and did nothing, just gloried in the view of her needy, quivering, pussy.

Another minute passed and Shana began to fidget, she kept her legs straight, as ordered, but tried to crane her neck and look behind her. Sadly, the pillory prevented her from seeing anything directly to the rear, like me.

I said and did nothing but watch.

“Sir, please…sir, I’m sorry,” she whined after another minute.

Shana was almost jumping on the spot, she lifted her ass further into the air as she went up on tiptoes, my silence and inaction driving her wild.

Then her begging truly started in earnest.

I let that go on for a full five minutes, by which point I’d reached my own breaking point. If I wanted to punish her like this again in the future, I would need to find a way to slip out unheard and unseen, as watching her lithe, naked, body writhe before me was far too tempting.

I rose quietly.

Shana had descended into needy sobbing, whimpering, and pleading for my touch into the black silk sheets.

Without speaking my palm whipped down and smacked her butt cheek on the right and then slapped the left cheek in the same manner.

Shana squealed with both delight and pleasure. “Thank you, sir. Thank you. May I have some more? Your disobedient chattel begs to be punished for her sins.”

Well, if she was going to beg so eloquently, who was I to deny her?

My hand rose and fell on her backside in a steady beat. I changed up my strike pattern with each smack, making sure to redden up the whole of her ass and the sensitive upper thigh areas. The last few smacks were reserved for her pussy lips which dripped her tangy nectar between her legs.

Once I’d finished, I let my fingers rub over her pussy, collecting her juices, which I sucked from my fingers.

She tasted delectable.

“I hope I have made myself clear, Shana? Others might be willing to indulge their submissives playing games to fulfil their own craving for discipline, but I will not,” I finally spoke.

“Yes, sir. Crystal clear, you will brook no disobedience, of any kind, and punish me accordingly,” she gasped penitently.

Her gasp was in part due to the three fingers I thrust past her sodden labia without warning.

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“Worry not, my pet,” I crooned soothingly as her ass wiggled in the air while I played with her vagina and thumbed her clit with my other hand. “You will not lack for discipline. You can rest assured that I will see to that properly, and regularly, at my convenience.”

“Yessss,” she wailed as my double-action brought her to a shuddering climax.

“Now, I’m going to use this wet pussy for my pleasure,” I barked and withdrew my fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes, yes please, sir,” Shana begged. “Fill me with that massive cock and plant your seed deep in my wanton cunny.”

Her dirty talk was a huge fucking turn on.

I gave Shana’s bottom another quick smack and left my hand in place to manoeuvre her and gripped the base of my hard erect shaft in my right hand. The glans of my cock was swollen and almost purple with blood as I lined it up to her well-lubricated gash.

And then I thrust forward forcefully, separating her vaginal walls, and slamming my long, thick dick deep inside her.

Shana moaned loudly as I plunged to the base of my member. I had to shuffle forward a little to get into a comfortable stance and she wriggled against my sheathed shaft pleasantly. I grabbed hold of both her hips firmly and started to pump in and out of her silken hole.

I wouldn’t say I started slowly at first, but I didn’t pound her pussy as hard and as fast as I could to begin with. This allowed me a little room to build up towards a crescendo.

“Does…my…pussssy…please…yoooou…sir,” Shana squealed between half a dozen of my rapid-beat thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunted over the sloppy wet slaps of my balls and thighs on her peachy ass and swollen clit. “You have a perfect little pussy, taut and tight like a virgin, but you squeeze my cock so well, like a goddamn fucking sex goddess,” I roared.

Then I slid a hand up her trim figure and fondled her tit, teasing and tweaking her nipples, which in turn triggered another orgasm in Shana. Her pussy clenched my cock tighter and more tangy fluid gushed forth, which dribbled onto my thighs and the carpet beneath.

Anastasia would have one hell of a cleaning job to do after we were done.

Thinking of the diminutive blonde, I couldn’t help but imagine her here with us. It would be fucking epic to be back like this, Shana in the pillory, me ploughing her fertile furrows furiously with Ana underneath sucking on Shana’s swinging tits and fingering her clit.

Then after I’d cum and filled Shana, swap them over and do it all again.

The imagery was enough to erode my patience and the aching flex in my iron rod began building to breaking point. My hand returned to Shana’s hip and my pace went into maximum overdrive.

“Get ready, girl. I’m going to paint your womb cream,” I warned Shana, though if her wordless screams were anything to go by, she didn’t need it.

Then with one last deep powerful thrust I pushed right up against her cervix, my balls spasmed and with a mindless roar, my cum jetted up my shaft and poured into her wanting womb.

“By the Goddess of the Dark, fuck me full of your strong seed,” Shana moaned and rammed her hips up against me so hard I’m sure my cockhead breached her feminine barriers.

I held her in place until my testicles had disgorged their contents in full, and then held her like that for a few minutes longer as we panted and gasped, both unable to speak.

Until Quixbix chose to puncture the post-coital cooldown good mood. <Well, that was intense. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone actually take someone’s Hit Points with their cock before, but I have now.>

As unwelcome as the comment was, it did spur me into action. I pulled my member from Shana’s vagina; it had lost a little of its firmness but none of its size.

A deluge of our comingled juices poured from her well fucked entrance and onto the green carpet. I quickly unlatched the pillory bar and lifted it, freeing her.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you too badly at the end, did I?” I asked with genuine concern.

Shana giggled and answered by lifting her lips to mine. We kissed passionately then as I devoured her lips, mouth, and tongue.

“I think I did the damage myself when I pushed back at the end,” she whispered breathlessly as our lips parted. “But it was only a few points, I’ll be good as new in a few minutes,” she assured me.

“Good, you had me worried there for a second,” I said, and planted another sloppy kiss on her lips.

“Sorry, Torin. I didn’t mean to worry you. I don’t know what came over me, it was very primal, I felt a deep undeniable need to have you impregnate me,” Shana confessed.

“As long as you are okay, that’s all that matters,” I replied and brushed her hair behind her long ears.

Shana shivered as I feathered her sensitive lobes. “Do you…Do you think…I mean we haven’t used any protection…maybe…you know…maybe you have put a baby in me,” she stammered and looked up at me, hope and concern warring in her eyes.

<No need to worry Shana, he hasn’t knocked you up. The pair of you aren’t compatible for breeding> Quixbix interjected unhelpfully.

There was such a look of loss and despair on Shana’s face at Quixbix callous reply I would have slapped him silly if there were a way to separate us.

“What the insensitive asshat means, is that we aren’t compatible yet, not that we aren’t compatible ever,” I growled.

<Well, d’uh, of course, that’s what I meant. All Darkwyrld characters can breed with one another given enough time. Everybody knows that> the imp huffed.

“No, not everybody knows that, you dick,” I muttered at the imp. “Dean explained it to me, kind of. The Framework requires higher-tiered species to build a physical bond with potential mates before conception is possible,” I explained. “Good news, you build that bond by boinking as often as possible, so we have that to look forward to,” I joked to inject some levity. “Dean suggested it would require a few hundred intimate moments, so you should be receptive to me in a few months.”

My attempt worked and Shana smiled coyly at me. “Maybe we should go again, help speed up the process,” she suggested. “As long as that’s what you want, of course,” she added with a worried frown.

“If you had asked me that last week you would have had a very different answer,” I smiled. “Now, whenever I see this trim and beautiful flat waist,” I said, and trailed my fingers across her stomach. “All I can think about is seeing it swell with my child. And all the fun ways of making that happen.”

Shana squealed happily and we kissed deeply for a few minutes longer. Long enough that I’d been sorely tempted to take her up on the offer to go again.

But we needed to get the ship sailing before we gave into our baser urges again, so I broke our kiss instead.

“Come on, we need to get dressed, Ana and Jackson will be waiting for us in Navigation,” I said.

“It’s about time you remembered us,” Anastasia’s voice echoed across the room, surprising us both.

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