Kings and Sirens (The Blood Falls Book 2)

Leena

I lay on my side on top of Atsila’s dining room table. My arms were bound behind me, the ropes wrapped across my waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. He’d made it so I couldn’t move at all, one leg up in the air, the other flat on the table, ankles bound to thighs, my body his plaything.

He’d barely touched me though. Just a few gentle caresses as he strung me up. My nipples tingled with the need to be touched.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Atsila murmured. “Are you comfortable?”

I fidgeted, surprised to find that I was. Also, horny as hell. “Yes.”

“Good. This is the same as any other scenario. You say stop and I stop.”

“Got it.”

“Good, because I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Strangely, he hadn’t done anything with my hair, so it lay like a blanket across the cool wooden surface. My large breasts pillowed together, my nipples exposed and sticking straight out. My core ached a little too. Probably with anticipation.

Atsila moved around the table admiring me. Or his handiwork. Probably both. Heida were something else. And I’d begun to love all of their kinks and quirks. “These look lonely.” He pawed my breasts and brushed my nipples.

Finally.

I sighed with relief as my core clenched in time with each touch. “Always one of my favorite features of yours. I had no idea I liked big breasts until I met you.” He ran his finger back and forth across one nipple, then shifted slightly and allowed his hands to transform, his hand growing in size, his nails partially shifting into something more claw than nail.

He scraped that across the tips, too.

I groaned and arched as my whole body lit up with the desire for more. At first he only toyed with the very tips of my nipples, alternating between the skin of his enormous fingers and the claw-like nails. I watched as my nipples grew darker and harder, pinching up tight, and then growing as blood engorged them. Atsila took his time, enjoyed the process.

So did I.

He pressed his hand between my breasts. They were already large and when pressed together like this, table below, gravity pulling down, they seemed even larger. And that was without any of my mind games.

He stroked the hollow between my breasts like he would with his cock. “I like this. We’ll have to try this position one day.

Okay.

Then he went back to lovingly pawing at my nipples, still not touching my breasts. Occasionally he swirled my areolas. As my nipples engorged and elongated he began to touch the sides. His hand returned to normal as he took my nipples between his index finger and thumb, pinching lightly at first, then more firmly, tugging. Every touch sent a jolt to my core, my muscles tensing, jumping, or squeezing with each movement. I grew wetter by the moment.

He kept rolling. “Things will be different today. Good, but different.”

“Okay.”

“I love your breasts. So much. Playing with them is one of my favorite things to do.”

But…

“But not today.”

He leaned down and took the lower nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around it and then sucking me in with long gulps. When he moved to the other nipple I felt the first glimmer of light numbing coming on. Then he did it again. Taking my other nipple between his lips, swirling, sucking, gulping me down like he was thirsty.

Then the clamps came out, his eyes glittering as he affixed the clamp to one nipple then the other, the hard, red tips smashed between pieces of metal. My whole body tingled from my scalp to my toes. A tug or a pull forming between my legs that never seemed to let up.

“Beautiful.” He nodded once.

I sighed and moaned a little. It was good. And a little painful. But mostly…good. I prepared to be annihilated. For Atsila to lose control and fuck me every which way while I was tied up and clamped.

But instead he got a beer and admired me some more. Like a work of art on his dining room table. He sat across from me, giant throbbing erection bobbing between his legs, arcing and pulsing sometimes like a homing beacon was turning on and off.

“Does it feel good?” He took another sip.

I scanned my body. “My left nipple hurts a little, but otherwise yes.”

He stood and came closer, fingering the left nipple with his very samhain fingers. Then he took the metal in his hands and moved it around, tugged, smiled. “Fuck, that’s hot. Like you’re my little prisoner in chains, only it’s just your tits I’ve got locked up in cuffs.”

I glanced down at my ropes. “Umm…”

He laughed. “That too. They’re very hot too.” Then he tugged some more. Harder. “I was so aroused when we used these in the tent. Maybe too aroused, considering how I fucked you in the end.”

Me, head down, knees by my ears, my ass and pussy straight up in the air for Atsila to piston down into.

Yeah, it was hot. I still dreamt of that night. Mostly because of how wildly he wanted me.

“Now what?” Not that I didn’t enjoy being Atsila’s personal work of art, but I had a feeling there was more to come.

“I take my time enjoying you.”

That could mean anything…

“But, to answer your question, next comes the stone.” He went to a box and withdrew a massive jade dildo.

I swallowed hard. “Uh, Atsila.”

“Don’t worry. It’s imbued with special properties from the Plane.”

Special properties? “Such as?”

“It’s bound to my aura, for one. So I’ll feel things as I play with you.”

Oh, fuck! “That’s pretty incredible.”

His eyes glittered. “You have no idea. But you’re about to.” He touched the stone to my clamped nipple, the cold surface a shock to my system. I gasped, seeing stars. “Hell yeah.”

“Th-there’s more?” What else could this magical stone dildo do?

He touched it to my other nipple, enjoying watching as it overwhelmed me. Or…was he feeling something too? What pleasure did he get out of touching it to my nipples?

“What do you feel when you do that?”

He switched back to the first nipple, eyes laser focused. “Mostly a warm buzz. A little bit in my nipples.”

So where he touched mattered.

Atsila’s eyes began to darken, his eyelids growing heavy as he played with me. He didn’t answer my first question. Probably because he wanted the stone’s next trick to be a surprise.

“Because it’s linked to my aura…your body should respond in kind. I would think.” Then he pressed the cold, smooth surface against my clit.

I arched on the table, the ropes holding me in position moving with me. He slid it down my folds, to my entrance. It was too big for me, but he pressed it inside anyway.

Slow. Slow. Slow.

Something entirely new to me. The cold was different and exciting. Feeling it press me open. Sure enough, my body did respond as if it were Atsila’s actual cock entering my channel. I felt the amazing pleasure as blood flooded the tissue, stretching to accommodate the stone.

“So fucking sexy. I like being able to toy with you like this. I can see exactly how you stretch for me. How much you can take. This angle is amazing.”

Push, push, push. I cried out in pleasure and maybe a little pain. My arms immobile. My body his.

“There we go, little Wren.” He massaged my legs a little.

I grew warmer inside, like the stone were the source of the change in temperature. And then…oh my.

 Oh my!

“Is…is it vibrating?” I could barely choke out the words I was so turned on.

“It is. It responds to your arousal by changing temperature. When it grows hot, it vibrates.”

Everything started to get darker as my vision tunneled. Sparks flew behind my eyelids. A coil inside me tightened and tightened until I snapped. Coming in a rush that never seemed to end. My inner muscles squeezed and clenched around the object. It kept heating and vibrating. It felt similar to when Atsila came inside me and his semen soaked into my core. The electric shocks I felt now were almost as good.

Almost.

I barely noticed that Atsila walked away, returning with several smaller stones. He placed one against my nipple on the table and another between my folds, against my clit.

Then he began to massage my rear clit. At this point I was essentially in a constant state of orgasm, moving from one wave to another. The moans coming out of my mouth so loud anyone in a five mile radius would have heard.

But there was no one that close. It was just me on a table, strung up like a sex doll, getting my mind blown.

A sound caught my attention and I had to force my eyes open to find the source. Atsila sat on a chair beside me, his hands behind his head, his body arching. Between his legs, his cock had grown. It bobbed heavy and thick, all the way down to his knees. On the floor was a puddle of cum.

Another round shot out as I watched. “Fuck!” He cried out. His voice warbled as he shouted, a mix of pleasure and pain.

His eyes met mine. “See?” He grinned. “I feel it too.”

“Is it like being inside me?”

He began to slowly pull the stone out of me, moaning as he did so. “Not quite. It’s different. But good different, you know?”

“Oh I know.”

Then he pressed the stone into my ass. Just as slowly. The new stretch felt good. My core throbbed, wanting something to fill it. Atsila began sliding the smaller stones into my channel. One at a time they disappeared inside and began warming and vibrating.

I swallowed hard. My nipples tingled.

My ass stretched and stretched as he filled it with the stone, only this time it stayed cold. Almost icy. The combination of sensations was wild and made my clits ache for attention.

He soothed them with his tongue and mouth, then undid some of the ropes, moving me onto my knees, the ropes holding my body up over the table, my hands at the small of my back.

“You ready?” His fingers hovered over the clamp. At some point I’d stopped feeling much of anything from my nipples other than the inner tug in the center of my core.

“Ready.”

He released one, soothing the red nipple with his mouth and its gentle numbing agent, then the other. The sudden rush of blood to the tips felt good. Even better when Atsila ran his rough tongue over them. Between my legs he bound one of the larger stones in place against my front clit.

As Atsila tongued my nipples it warmed and began vibrating. There was nothing I could do to move away from it. “This is…this is a lot.” I began to pant as my arousal spiked, another orgasm beginning to coil inside me.

“It’s meant to be a lot. For both of us. To bind us together.” His large hand smoothed over my bare butt check. He gave it a light smack, pressing my cheek against the jade stone still seated in my ass, cold and thick. He sat on the table beside me, looping one arm round my legs while he dipped his fingers inside my core, playing, stroking, and moving the stones around. “You’re so aroused. It calls to my body, more than ever. It melds us into one.”

With his fingers still inside me, his other hand slid up my legs, over the ropes around my torso, to my bare breasts, hanging freely. He gently touched my nipples, testing them first, then began to play again. Pinching lightly while finger fucking me. I swayed on the ropes. As my body moved forward it created a tug on my nipple, as I swayed backward onto his fingers, they plunged deeper.

“And the stones?” I managed to get the words out before another orgasmic wave swept me away. The pleasure barreled through me, the vibrating stone against my clit almost punishing in the way it pressed against the raw tip.

“Connect us. Multiply our pleasure.” He moved behind me on the table, his large body seemed larger than normal since I was tied up. It made me vulnerable. “You’ve surrendered entirely to me, the ultimate act of intimacy, the greatest honor for a Heida male.”

He fisted his enormous cock at the base and maneuvered it to press against my core.

“Your arousal drips out of you, my love. Are you ready to take my real cock now?”

I ached with need and anticipation. “Yes.”

“Good. Because I need you.”

I felt pressure. Overwhelming, amazing pressure. Heard the suck and slurp as he wet himself on me. I cried out without knowing exactly why. I felt too many things at once. My nipples tingled, my scalp and ears burned, my toes curled.

Atsila roared.

Then my mind began to pick out even more. The stretch of my entrance around the head of his cock, the weight of it resting inside me, the pulsing of Atsila’s arousal.

He pressed deeper, stretching me wider around his thick length, the jade dildo creating a vice around him. Atsila kept moaning, his hands shaking when they touched me. He began to thrust in and out, inching deeper. The twin sensations both felt real…as if Atsila were fucking me with two cocks.

It was…incredible.

With each thrust he pulled both cocks back, emptying me out. Then he plunged back inside, stretching me wider than ever, forcing me to take him in both places at once.

I began to swing on the ropes, spearing onto his cocks and then flying out again, only to be speared all over again. My lover went wild, his roars shaking the cabin as he fucked me relentlessly, spilling inside when he couldn’t hold back, my thirsty body drinking it all up.

“You feel it, right? Filling you up everywhere at once? Two cocks inside you?”

“Fuck, yesssss.” I couldn’t stop moaning and coming.

“You like it don’t you? Love being fucked senseless by me and only me?” The possessiveness turned me on even more.

“Yes Atsila.” I made sure to use his name. “I love it when you fuck me completely. Take me however you wish.”

He moaned, folding his big body over me as best he could. “You say all the right things to make me lose my mind, female. My female.” He pumped slower now, both cocks moving in my channels in the just the right way to build up my next orgasm slowly.

The stones vibrated inside me while the one against my clit kept up its relentless torture.

“Let me hear that beautiful orgasm,” he murmured.

I came for Atsila one last time, a warm feeling of peace, love and euphoria washing over me, and then excitement when he came, too.