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“You know, I really don’t know why I need to do this. You’re plenty wet already.” Gideon didn’t even bother to look up from where she was lazily drizzling lube onto the shaft, as if she was applying ketchup onto a picnic hotdog, and not about to absolutely ruin Nova’s life.
Nova, for her part, was putting on an exceptionally brave face. Several hours of merciless teasing and edging had taken their toll on the young woman. Black hair, in a state of sweaty disarray she’d never allow in any other situation. Her sweat slicked skin, marked with bruises and bites, seemed to gleam under the lights.
This wasn’t a candlelit fuck in the shadows.The lights were on, bright, oppressive, and disorientating in her current state, Gideon wanted to see every detail of this. She craved every single expression in reaction to what she was about to do.
Nova’s hands remained bound to the headboard, a restraint that Gideon knew couldn’t hold her unless Nova herself willed it. That knowledge, the acceptance and submission, had her throbbing. Her legs were also bound, spread wide and bent at the knees. Gideon was sweet enough to tuck a pillow under her cav’s hips, a pillow now drenched as everything was put on display for her amber eyes to rove over hungrily.
Cunt spread open and weeping, the scent of her flooded the room, making Gideon’s mouth water. A testament to her own restraint, as the taste and smell of Nova was her greatest addiction. Especially after an orgasm, and Gideon had to fight to prevent herself from wringing one out of Nova, and selfishly diving in facefirst. Clit, swollen and exposed, and would no doubt be feeling the abuse and denial Gideon had put it through in the past hour or so. “Seems like your stamina and resilience is working against you.Lesser women would’ve cum already. Although,” she teased, fisting the shaft and pumping lazily. “Lesser women would’ve already gotten to squirt all over my lap. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Nova groaned, and Gideon’s lazy pumps got a little less lazy as her hungry eyes watched another gush of wetness rush out of her. “But you’re my good girl, aren’t you, pet? Won’t speak unless given permission, won’t cum without permission.” She slipped between Nova’s legs, reveling in the heat radiating from her core. “You have permission to speak, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” Nova’s voice was hoarse, a combination of the constant wailing and mewling, and having had her throat used earlier. Gideon arched her eyebrow in warning. “I mean, thank you, Reverend Daughter.”
Perhaps not the most appropriate use of her rank and title, but certainly the most reverent. “I think you’ve had enough teasing for today, love. I’m gonna fuck you now. When I thrust into you, I want you to cum.”
“Thank you, Reverend Daughter. Thank you-” Nova’s praise was cut off as all the air escaped her lungs, Gideon sheathing herself inside in one, powerful snap of her hips. The force of it pushed her back up on the bed several inches, and her toes curled at slight burn of that pleasant stretch. Nova’s world was blinding white as her jaw dropped, breathy screams rising in pitch.
This is how things should be, Gideon thought. Her woman, bound and spread before her, trembling and cumming. As Nova’s convulsions began to stop, Gideon pulled back, taking note of the disappointed gasp her cav made at suddenly being empty. Her disappointment didn’t last long, as Gideon thrust deep again. Nova wailed, but Gideon stopped, and tutted in disapproval.
“Sweetheart,” she pushed as much disappointment into her voice as she could. “When I said I wanted you to cum when I thrust into you, I meant every time I thrust into you, I want you to cum.”
Flint colored eyes snapped open, fear and arousal mingling into a potent mix. “But Reverend Daughter, that’s imp-“
“Don’t concern yourself with what you think is impossible,” she snarled, nails digging into the soft skin of strong thighs. “Only what I command of you. What’s the point of having trained you to cum on command if you don’t do it?”
Slim fingers traveled to her clit, and though she was unattuned to necromancy, Nova felt the evidence of her adept’s work. Flesh magic was a more subtle art than bones, and while she could not feel the manipulation of nerve endings and mucous membrane, Nova felt herself melting around the glorious intrusion splitting her in half, sensitivity increased to the very edge of pain.
There was fear in Nova’s eyes. She did not feel in danger or unsafe with Gideon. Never. Not ever. This was the fear of disappointing her Reverend Daughter, and Gideon enjoyed that. The scion of the Ninth was out in full force, ready to rut and dominate its plaything. “I’m sorryyy,” Nova wailed, struggling against her bonds.
“Don’t be sorry,” Gideon growled, reaching out to pinch that swollen clit and slamming her hips forward. “Just cum.”
God, the sounds of Nova’s cries were music to her ears. The cav's buttocks clenched and she let out a garbled sound as Gideon pulled out again, only to return with a deep, distending push. “Cum,” she ordered, and Nova did.
“You ever think about how much I’m ruining you right now?” She pulled back. “Do you honestly think anyone else could do this to you?” She thrust back in. “Cum.”
“Though I suppose I can’t really be ruining you for anyone else if there is no one else.” Pull out. “You’re mine. For life.” Push back in. “Tell me you’re mine, Harrowhark.”
“Ah-hnng!”
“I love you too,” Gideon cooed. “Cum.”
The lackadaisical tone she took was a direct antithesis to everything she was going between Nova’s legs. This was power. This was dominance. To repeatedly end her lover’s world and build it anew, over and over again.
“Honestly I’ve half a mind to have you like this right at the pulpit. Wouldn’t that be hot?” She drew back. “Of course that’s only a fantasy. You know me, I’m too jealous.” Thrust. “Cum.”
“Ooohhh~!”
“I really shouldn’t be having to tell you to cum. I already told you at the start what I wanted you to do.” Out. “You do realize there’ll be consequences for this, right?” In.
Nova seized, and Gideon’s thighs flooded with the ensuing torrent. Tears were streaming down her face, and Gideon leaned forward to kiss them away. “Much better. Good, Nova. My sweet cavalier, you’re doing so good. Didn’t even need to be told this time.”
Nova’s tears were not from pain, or emotional distress. In their years together, Gideon had learned that overwhelming sex had that effect on her girlfriend. Terrifying when it first happened, but absolutely adorable now. “This pace is slower than I’d like, love. I’m gonna speed up a little, okay?” There was a pause, a moment for Nova to tap out, or safeword, or even beg for rest. Instead, the love of her life was barely clinging to consciousness, head lolling and drool beginning at the corners of her mouth. Gideon snorted. As proud as she was for getting her into this state, Nova was supposed to look like that when Gideon was done, and not a moment before.
Taking a moment, she reached for the glass of ice water on the website table, taking several gulps. Then, with a wicked grin, Gideon tossed the remaining water and ice onto Nova’s chest. The cav snapped back to the present, sputtering wildly.
“Up and at em, cutie,” Gideon grinned. “Remember. Cum every time I thrust.” And she proceeded to jackhammer into her girlfriend.
“You biiiiiiiiitch~” Nova screeched, even as she came undone, again and again.
Gideon cackled. “I’ll let that one slide. You were the one begging to cum only a couple hours ago. Now you’re not allowed to stop.”
Nova, when recalling, was 100% sure she died that night. Gideon would only laugh and smile.
In the immediate aftermath though, Nova felt simultaneously decadent and filthy . Covered in sweat and tears and saliva, the cum between her thighs worked into a froth from the intensity of Gideon’s fucking. She was dimly aware of her bindings being undone, a gentle hand running over her wrists and ankles to check for damage. Gideon let out a pleased hum, flipping Nova over.
The cavalier felt her asscheeks spread, and let out a whimper. “Whuu-?”
Gideon kissed her sweetly, knowing the sound is not one of protest. “You got off so many times,” the Reverend Daughter pouts. “I wanna cum now too.”
Nova smiled weakly, love and trust flooding her heart as she thrust back lazily. The love-slicked shaft pushed into her ass, Gideon swearing reverently. She was tired, and sticky, and boneless, but she was also warm, and happy, and floating on an ocean of love and trust. Teeth buried themselves into the back of her neck as Gideon rut into her ass, growling. Nova closed her eyes with a smile, reaching up to scratch at the fuzzy hair shorn close to her necromancer’s scalp. Her adept shuddered at her touch, and Nova was content to ride the waves.