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Under the warm glow of candlelight, Gale lay naked atop the mattress with his bound arms stretched above his head, and his swollen cock throbbing against his stomach. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and he was lightly panting from trying to catch his breath.
Over the last ten minutes, Gale had battled wave after wave of pleasure, aching for relief. The culprit was buried inside him, a device that he’d modified with the newly added ability to vibrate. Though it was currently motionless, he squirmed with anticipation, knowing another sequence was imminent with little time to prepare.
Gale tested the ties securely binding his wrists to the bed posts. The braided hemp didn’t budge an inch and kept him firmly splayed atop silk bed sheets. His feet were unchained, sliding along the soft fabric as he searched for a comfortable foothold, failing to find one— and it couldn’t have happened at a worse moment.
A series of quick pulsations rocked through Gale and caused his back to arch, stifling a moan as he did so. It lasted for only a few seconds, but it was powerful enough to have him seeing stars. When the surge crested, he flopped back down to await the next assault on his sensitive prostate.
The magically enchanted plug stuffed in him was a source of pride for Gale. After months of extensive experimentation, he’d transformed an ordinary toy into something better, more optimal. By creating a mystical dial of sorts, it allowed for various speeds beyond a base vibrational frequency. As a result, the plug was presently set to a low simmer, meaning every ten seconds he would—
Another shockwave rocketed through him, launching his back up and off the mattress on a choked cry he desperately tried to suppress. Gale’s lips pressed into a thin line as he thrashed from left to right, successfully cutting off any negligent vocalizations. His Valsharess had instructed him to remain quiet while she went about her preparations, and he had no intention of disobeying if he wished to receive her gift tonight.
Coming back down to rest on the bed, Gale’s exposed skin was slick with perspiration, rivulets rolling off him as if he were standing back down in the Grymforge. His breathing was laboured from exertion, and the ropes were digging into his wrists, undoubtedly leaving some ligature marks behind.
But it all added to the thrill of what awaited him when his Valsharess returned.
The door to the bedchambers creaked open just as another barrage of ecstasy shot through Gale, and he scarcely managed to tamp down on a loud, guttural wail. Turning his head towards the archway as his body trembled, Gale’s breath sharply hitched.
Minthara, his lover beyond all equal and Mistress of the bedchambers, stood at the entrance, bathed in the incandescent glow of torches lining the corridor behind her. Her scarlet gaze was piercing, slicing through him with its intensity— and it only made Gale crave her more.
Gale’s cock leaked against his abdomen as his eyes drifted lower. He roved over the swell of her pert breasts, down the soft lines of her torso, before landing on another one of his inventions situated upon her shapely hips— a mage cock strap-on.
“Did you remain silent as I’d ordered?” Minthara crooned, carefully crossing into the threshold with calculated, unhurried steps. The door slowly shut behind her as she approached her bound lover, deliberately running a hand across her bare chest to rile him up.
As she did so, Gale’s brown eyes flicked from her hand to the glowing appendage swaying between her legs with each stride. The awe in his gaze had Minthara grinning gleefully, taking hold of the conjured cock once she was at the bedside and giving it a few leisurely strokes. The wizard had truly outdone himself, figuring out a method of creating male anatomy that looked and felt like the real thing in spite of being woven entirely out of Weave.
Minthara had chosen well.
Gale’s mouth was as dry as the Anauroch, a whimper of need escaping him when the butt plug vibrated again. Though he was the architect of this latest contraption, he couldn’t take all the credit for it. It was Minthara who’d conceived the idea of morphing a mage hand into something more tangible for use in the bedroom, and he’d spared no expense on achieving that goal.
Now, it was time to test it out, to see if it generated more pleasurable sensations than the average dildo sold at the Night Market.
“Yes, Valsharess, I was silent,” Gale replied hoarsely, eyes dropping back to stare at the translucent, turquoise-hued cock. It looked so much bigger from this vantage point, thick and long, and he could only imagine what it would feel like once it was pushing inside him.
“Good, pet. I knew I trained you well,” Minthara purred, sidling up to the nightstand and teasing a finger along their drawer of supplies. “But I’m not convinced you deserve to have me just yet.”
A whine fled past Gale’s lips before he could stop it, and Minthara’s smoldering eyes locked onto him.
“Was that a protest I heard?” Minthara inquired, adding a severe quality to her voice as she loomed over him.
“N-no, my sincerest apologies, Mistress. I’m just—ah!” Gale was cut off by the sudden pulse in his ass, shakily inhaling as a wave of bliss bombarded him and pooled low in his stomach. When it ended, it took him a second to recall what he’d even wanted to say to begin with. “I’m just excited and w-wish to serve you however I can, Valsharess.”
Minthara stared down at him as if attempting to dissect his words, before a hint of a smirk broke on her face— one Gale recognized was borne of genuine mirth.
“I will accept that answer this time— but only this time. I admit, your desire to please me worked in your favour tonight,” Minthara conceded, before tugging the drawer open. Inside was an assortment of items, ranging across a vast spectrum of toys— plugs of various girths, ball gags, anal hooks and more, all of which had featured in some way or another during their bedroom activities. But for tonight, she had something else in mind.
Keeping her gaze training on Gale’s straining body and sparing his dribbling cock a quick glance, Minthara reached inside the drawer. She briefly rummaged around before pulling out a vial of oil, a clean cloth, and a metal rod about the diameter of her pinky.
Just as Gale spotted the sounding rod clasped in Minthara’s hand, the plug buzzed to life and robbed him of his breath. His core muscles flexed and his hole clenched, shooting him off the mattress with a sob. He was wracked with ecstasy, and each subsequent oscillation on his sweet spot made it infinitely harder to rein in his voice. “M-Mistress, I–please, I want…hngh!”
“I can tell just how eager you are,” Minthara salaciously rumbled, shutting the drawer and maneuvering to the end of the bed. Gale’s legs were writhing about the entire time, and she could easily make out the audible hum of the plug as the vibrations receded. Crawling onto the mattress, she deposited the items within arms reach and snaked a hand between Gale’s legs.
While she was no mage, the wizard had taught her how to manipulate the Weave to an extent— one such lesson was how to exploit this plug through its various settings, be it increasing or decreasing the speed with a simple brush of a finger and a chant. Laying a digit atop the protruding base, Minthara whispered the necessary incantation to turn it off.
Gale felt the swirling flow of Weave inside of him abruptly cease, but the pressure of the plug remained. His body went limp, indenting into the mattress as the tension abated. Tremors twitched up his legs as he permitted himself a moment to relax, for he knew this reprieve from the pleasurable torment would be short-lived. He angled his head up, prepared for the onslaught he was about to experience.
“I’m ready for you, Valsharess,” Gale informed Minthara, eyes hooding when they met her crimson gaze once more. “Let me prove my devotion to you, however you’ll have me.”
“Your enthusiasm is noted, wizard. Now remain still, otherwise I will leave you here, tied up and miserable with no way of achieving release. Is that clear?” Minthara murmured sternly but seductively, taking the vial of oil into hand.
“P-perfectly, Mistress,” Gale stuttered, swallowing thickly as he forced himself not to move. He was agonizingly hard now and desperate for her touch in any way, shape or form.
“Excellent,” Minthara purred, before popping the cork with her teeth. She took the sounding rod in hand and drizzled a generous layer of lavender oil on it, before re-sealing the glass phial and setting it down close by.
Gale’s breathing and heart rate both intensified, eyes dilating as he observed Minthara’s hands wrap around the metal rod and spread the slick across in an even coating. It gleamed in her grip, drawing his undivided attention as he fought to refrain from shifting around, not wishing to disrupt his Valsharess in any capacity.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Minthara took swift hold of Gale’s thick cock, giving it a teasing pump which resulted in hips jerking and a small mewl. Normally, it played a larger part when they engaged in sex, but tonight it would merely serve as a tertiary member. Lining up a balled end of the sounding rod at the slit, she relished in the shiver it elicited from Gale. “Relax.”
Gale exhaled slowly and adjusted his lower body into a more comfortable position. He willed away the tautness bearing down on him to the best of his abilities, before nodding. “I’m ready, Valsharess.”
Easing the bar in, Minthara kept a firm grip around the base of Gale’s shaft. She pressed down against the pubic bone to prevent any undue bucking, heatedly observing the small opening accommodating around the rod as it gradually disappeared.
“O-oh, Gods…M-mistress,” Gale stammered as the rod stretched his urethra. Were it not for Minthara’s hand firmly holding him down, his hips would have lurched off the mattress.
“Keep still, lest you forgo what you’ve worked so hard to earn up until now,” Minthara curtly bit out, commencing a steady tempo of sliding the rod in and out, sinking it further on each descent.
Gale keened, doing everything in his power to prevent himself from gyrating. He felt so full with the sounding rod and plug stuffed inside him, and not moving was amplifying every single heady sensation. It was a true test of his mettle if he could resist the urge to undulate, driven by his sole desire to appeal to his Mistress and earn his right to orgasm.
“P-please…Gale beseeched, words failing him.
“Please, what? If your aim is to beg, then I expect you to do a better job of it,” Minthara demanded, shoving the rod deeper while taking care not to harm.
Gale’s nails bit into his palms, arms fighting against the ropes. His mind was awash with arousal, body shuddering with each plunge inside his cock that prodded at his prostate. The plug was pressing right against his tender zone, but the lack of motion was maddening. He needed—no, yearned for more. “P-please, fuck me, Valsharess. Take me, I beg of you.”
Minthara halted, and grinned. Even when submissive, Gale was a demanding creature. Not that it bothered her. The wizard knew that his place in the bedroom was beneath her, but she was a reasonable lover when necessary, willing to grant the occasional request. The sweet sound of pleading falling from the lips of Mystra’s former Chosen was music to her ears, prompting her to do just so this eve.
Letting Gale’s dick slap against his stomach with the rod snugly inside, Minthara traced a path downwards in an airy caress along his inner thigh. The wizard’s wiggling and whimpering aroused her greatly, causing wetness to seep out of her quivering pussy. When she arrived at her destination, Minthara circled around the base of the plug, before dipping her fingers to brush over the puffy rim.
Gale was on the verge of overheating, the gentle skimming touches setting his body ablaze. Hair clung to the back of his neck and forehead from all the sweat, and it took all his fortitude not to push his luck by begging for more. Patience was a virtue and he would exercise it for as long as he could.
Minthara continued to tease her wizard’s hole for just a bit longer, eyeing his flushed cock, his sweat-glistening abs, and his fuzzy chest all straining from her focused touch. Then, without offering any warning, she hooked her fingers at the bottom of the plug and carefully pulled it out.
The bulbous toy dragged over his prostate, causing Gale to jerk and experience a full body shudder. A lewd pop followed once it was fully out, and the void it left behind all but had him pleading to be filled again. But he had to curtail himself, biting his lip in a fervent effort to keep quiet.
“Look at you. So open and ready for me,” Minthara cooed, placing the spade-shaped plug off to the side. Grabbing the undersides of Gale’s legs, she hefted them up to inspect the gape that awaited her. It was reddened and swollen, tensing in a manner that had her tongue subconsciously darting out to wet her lips.
Shuffling herself forward to kneel between Gale’s parted legs, she dropped her grasp on one of them to wrap her fingers around the mage cock, notching it against the wizard’s entrance in preparation. “Keep your legs spread and don’t move.”
Gale was nigh on delirious with arousal, but did as directed. When he felt a blunt tip rest against his hole, an emphatic whine resonated out of his throat. His fingers and toes curled, avidly hoping to receive his reward for being so dutiful and obedient.
Wanting to express that desire while not accidentally crossing into domineering territory, Gale made a concerted effort when choosing his next words. “I feel empty without you, Valsharess. I ache for you…please claim me.”
Minthara chuckled, scooping the vial of oil back in hand and removing the cork-stopper. Tipping it over, she poured the remainder along the length of the spectral cock, ensuring she slathered the whole thing as she glanced down at the debauched mage. Carnal excitement brimmed from his expanded pupils as she took her time, extending the process just to tease Gale a little bit longer.
On the edge of his seat, Gale lifted his head and observed everything with rapt attention. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to disregard her earlier directives in favour of rolling his pelvis against the broad head. His shaft was thrumming around the rod buried in it, and the anticipation of having his hole filled in tandem was driving him mad with lust.
Taking the base of the mage cock in hand, Minthara rubbed the soaked tip up and down Gale’s rim, relishing in every minute twitch of his body, before coaxing it in. There was little resistance, the tight band contracting as she watched the shaft gradually disappear. Wiping away the excess lubricant on the cloth, she discarded it and lifted Gale’s legs back for a better view.
Gale groaned as each inch split him open, the empty cavity filling back up while his legs were pinned back. Incoherent groans filtered past his lips, eyelids closing and body going taut with rapture.
“Breathe,” Minthara instructed, slowing down a fraction so Gale could acclimate. She was enjoying the sight of Gale sprawled out on the bed while impaled on her magical cock, wordlessly begging her to fuck him. It was so wonderfully depraved to witness as she continued to sink inside.
Gale’s back arched once he felt Minthara fill him to the root, his body convulsing when a spark of electricity branched across every nerve. “V-Valsharess…”
Minthara gazed down at flushed, tan skin and darkened brown eyes, before glimpsing the scar engraved over Gale’s sternum— the sole remnant of what had once ravaged the wizard’s powers until Mystra finally extracted the blight. Now, Gale was free of its influence, liberated from being a slave to a twisted form of the Weave. More importantly, he was no longer beholden as Mystra’s Chosen.
And he was Minthara’s to command.
“You’re doing exceptionally well, Gale. But before we begin, there’s one final thing I must do,” Minthara announced as she closed her eyes. Within her was a small, cylindrical object that was imbued with magic much like the plug was— the pinnacle of Gale’s innovations in her opinion. It was specifically attuned to her alone, and a single whispered word activated the harmonic impulses which made her shudder in delight.
Anchoring herself by shoving Gale’s knees back as far as they could go, Minthara canted her hips. Each inch of the ghostly cock that slid out twisted the wizard’s handsome visage with bliss, whimpers and moans spilling from his lips. The covetous cadence of Gale’s voice carried a profound effect on Minthara that she had yet to fully comprehend, and when she slammed back inside of him, more erotic sounds reached her ears and spurred her onwards.
“F-Fuck!” Gale shouted to the rafters, struggling against his woven shackles as Minthara began to fuck him in earnest. Every collision of their hips struck his prostate with precision, generating a flurry of indescribable sensations that had him babbling unintelligibly. “I-oh! Mmph!”
Minthara set a punishing pace, pistoning hard and fast, fingers digging into the meat of Gale’s thighs. The wizard, clever man that he was, had devised an ingenious means of transmitting everything from the mage cock directly into her clit. As a result, every rapid plunge heightened her own arousal, her juices soaking the strap-on material that ran along her crotch.
“Such a good wizard. The perfect hole to use for my own pleasure,” Minthara taunted, picking up speed as her climax steadily encroached. She wanted to witness Gale unravel, to hear him scream her title as she fucked him within an inch of his life. The toy inside of her cunt and augmented stimulation of her clit were affecting her ability to focus, but it wouldn’t stop Minthara in her mission. Lowering one arm, her hand closed back around Gale’s forgotten prick and gently tugged at the rod.
Gale whined and rutted with desperation, his hole squeezing hard against the thick intrusion spearing him open. The ruinous statements and combined praise had him at the brink, trying to last against the hammering to his prostate as his grip on reality began to waver. The built-up pressure crept along his cock as the sounding rod was incrementally removed, and once it was out, all Gale could do was surrender to the inevitable.
“V-Valsharess!” A molten rush erupted out of him, ribbons of cum drenching his chest as a strangled groan was wrenched from his lungs. His heart thumped so fiercely Gale could hear it beating in his ears as he was wrung dry, shaking from the intensity of his orgasm as his eyes watered.
With a pleased hum, Minthara tossed the rod away and chased her own release with each snap of her hips. Every spasm of Gale’s inner walls translated to suction on her clit, and the cylinder oscillating in her pussy did just enough to tip her over the edge. As Gale came undone beneath her relentless thrusts, Minthara tossed her head back as she was wracked with tremors, her peak quiet and more reserved.
A barely audible moan snuck out as her hand stroked along Gale’s length to ensure he was spent of every last drop. Her core rippled around the small cylinder, and she croaked out the incantation to shut it off once it bordered on overstimulation. Her movements turned irregular as the last few tides of ecstasy cascaded over her, before tapering off entirely.
Gale was absolutely winded, chest heaving to take in air and grateful when Minthara finally came to a halt. A round of shivers rattled him, and the soreness of his hole was becoming more prominent as the high of release died down. Not that he was complaining in the slightest, for Gale felt completely and utterly sated.
Their experiment was a resounding success, and Gale had every intention of fine tuning additional functionality for the conjured phallus in the near future.
Minthara sighed with contentment before sitting back on her haunches. Once the thrumming of her core and tautness in her muscles subsided, she stared down at Gale’s loosened gape, revelling in how it clenched around nothing once she slipped the spectral prick free.
Gingerly lowering the wizard’s legs to rest upon the mattress, she dispelled the mage cock and shuffled off the mattress. Minthara rose onto slightly unstable feet before rounding the bed to sit next to Gale. She cupped his sweaty cheek and ran her thumb across the faintly tear-stained, ruddy skin as she took in his disheveled state. “How do you feel? Any pain I should be aware of?” she inquired softly.
“Mmm…it was amazing. Though I admit, I’m a bit sore,” Gale replied, turning his head to place a kiss against Minthara’s palm. Her attentiveness to his needs after so thoroughly dominating him always brought Gale immense comfort.
A fond smile broke through Minthara’s normally stalwart facade, fingers skimming along Gale’s cheek before she scooted higher up on the bed. Unfastening the ropes and gently unwinding them from Gale’s wrists, she inspected them for any damage incurred during their vigorous coupling. Aside from some mild bruising, they were none the worse for wear but would still require her attention. “Rest for now, Gale. I will go fetch a wash basin and tend to you here before reorganizing everything.”
Gale nodded, exhausting prodding at his eyes and beginning to set in. “I will. Thank you, my love. This was most enjoyable. I hope we can engage in it more often.”
Minthara smiled at perhaps the one man who’d ever truly ensnared her heart. There was a time where such a thing would’ve been inconceivable, but Gale had somehow, over the duration of their journey across the Sword Coast, managed to chisel his way through the block of ice encasing her.
“If that is your wish, I will grant it. However, for now I ask that you rest, as before,” Minthara murmured, arranging Gale’s arms by his sides before brushing away an errant strand of hair stuck to his forehead.
“I will,” Gale acknowledged, lamenting the loss of her touch as Minthara rose to her feet and padded away from him. Once she vacated the room, Gale was left alone in the blanketing silence with ample time to think.
In the comfort of his tower, Gale had everything he needed. As a tenured professor of Illusion Magic at Blackstaff Academy, and Minthara now a high-ranking member of the city guard for Waterdeep, life couldn’t be better for them financially. With the world no longer in a state of peril and Gale permanently freed from the orb’s stagnating effects, exploring the deeper aspects of their relationship was truly a whirlwind experience.
His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second of contemplation, vision growing slightly distorted and blurry. Though Gale wished to remain awake for the aftercare, he could only protest his body’s demands for so long. The last conscious sound he heard was a pleased chuckle from Minthara, before ultimately succumbing to the beckoning slumber.