"Look at me, Lloyd May," Isobel ordered. "Eyes on me, or I drag this out until sunrise."
"Mmpff," I tried. It was difficult to talk while I was gagged by her panties.
"Shut up! Don't you dare speak unless I tell you to!"
"God, I think I'd prefer a straight fight to this 'punishment'... The 'Demon Queen' truly earned that title…"
Isobel was kneeling down between my spread thighs, her purple eyes locked onto mine with that predatory intensity that admittedly made my heart race. The chair groaned under me, my own necktie digging into my wrists where they'd bound my hands behind the wooden slats. Her damp panties stuffed my mouth, the tangy flavor of her excitement flooding my senses and choking off any words I might've spat. We'd just fucked on her bed, and I'd been reckless enough to pump my load deep inside her against her orders. And so, the "Demon Queen of Amelan" was making me pay for it.
Her fingers closed around my cock, already swelling under her touch, and she stroked from base to tip with a grip that sent sparks up my spine. My hips bucked on instinct, but the bindings held me pinned. A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in, her warm breath teasing my skin.
"Aht, aht," Isobel breathed, her voice smooth as velvet but sharp as a blade, every syllable dripping with faux disdain. "It's far too early for you to be giving in, Lloyd May."
My eyes widened as her tongue darted out, lapping along the vein beneath my shaft. She took me in slowly, her lips parting wide to accommodate my thickness, sucking with intense, toe-curling pressure. Her head moved with a steady rhythm, tongue coiling around the tip, savoring the drop of precum that escaped me. I groaned into the gag, the sound coming out muffled and raw, my body fighting the restraints. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, her hand working the base in tight twists.
The heat coiled low in my gut, balls drawing up tight as she pushed me toward the edge. Her gaze drilled into me, making me watch every second of my own desperation. I thrust up, muscles locking, the need to explode burning through me. But right when my cock twitched on the verge, she yanked back with a slick pop, her fingers clamping down at the root to kill the climax.
Isobel smiled, the expression both hostile and alluring. "You've indulged yourself enough, Lloyd May. You can do with some patience, can't you?"
She stood from her position between my legs, allowing me a moment to gaze upon her. Her curves, her breasts, as her chest rose and fell. She was beautiful, and she knew it.
"Savor it, Lloyd May," Isobel whispered, gesturing her body. Before I could attempt to answer her, she swung a leg over me, straddling my lap, her drenched folds brushing the head of my cock. My stifled begs hummed against the fabric, arms straining fruitlessly behind my back.
She laughed, low and victorious, then dropped down, sheathing me fully in one smooth descent. Her inner walls gripped me like a vice, warm and slick, ripping a full-body shiver from me. Isobel started riding, hips undulating with a brutal cadence, palms pressing into my shoulders for balance.
"Do you feel it, Lloyd? This is the price for ignoring my instruction! Your pleasure is mine!" She slammed down, twisting to rub her clit against me, her words spilling out like honeyed poison. "Now… you're… mhh~... my fucktoy! So be a good boy and… anhhh~... ahh~! Sit… still…!"
I wanted nothing more than to seize her, to hurl her back down on her bed and take back the reins, but the constraints around my wrist mocked my every twitch. My fingers balled up, nails biting skin as she picked up speed, her pussy clenching in waves around me. Sweat dripped down her body, her refined face contorting in savage bliss. My cock throbbed within her, the tension ratcheting up again, my control slipping under her rule. She bent close, our breaths tangling, enforcing that stare.
"Take it, Lloyd May…! Sit still and… take it! Be a good boy and endure… End…ure…! End-... Haah! Ahh! I'm cumming again! I'm–... Nghhh~!"
Just as I was about to approach climax alongside her, she rose off me suddenly, my length pathetically flopping down over my lap. Isobel loomed above, one hand caressing her ample breast as she mocked.
"Look at you. 'Five-Star Adventurer' reduced to a living sex toy." She scoffed, satisfaction and desire mingling on her face. "I bet you want nothing more than to– ah!"
I'd had enough. Fury and lust surged through me like wildfire. With a burst of raw will, I wrenched at my necktie, feeling it give from the wear of my struggle. One fierce pull, and they tore apart, hands springing free. Before she could blink, I shot up, clamping my hands on her waist and hauling her back onto me. She inhaled sharply, shock mingling with excitement, as I surged to my feet, hoisting her along.
My arms banded around her, pinning her flush to my torso, her thighs hooking around my hips on reflex. I drove upward into her with my years of accumulated strength, hammering her without restraint. The chair crashed aside as I backed her to the wall, pressing her against the chill stone.
"My turn," I snarled, ejecting the panties from my mouth.
Isobel didn't resist. Instead, her claws scored my back, spurring me further. "So be it. Show me the might of a Five-Star Adventurer!" She breathed, her queenly armor fracturing into willing surrender. "Ravage me, Lloyd May!"
I did just that, pelvis crashing forward, burying my cock to the depths in her drenched depths with every thrust. Her tits jiggled from the force, peaks scraping my skin, her cries rebounding through the room.
I kept her trapped, one palm cupping her rear, the other fisting her hair to bare her neck. I sank my teeth there, branding her while I rutted deeper, the wet smack of our sex loud in the air. Isobel's pussy spasmed around my cock, her voice rising in octave each passing second.
"Deeper~!" She urged. "Please, Lloyd! I'm so close!"
"So… am I…"
"Finish inside me…!"
The shift ignited me. I railed her without pause, the upright stance letting me strike as deeply as my length would allow. She melted into me in response, arms squeezing around me as she finished, her pussy rippling in pulses that dragged at my dick. I came shortly after, burying myself inside of her and erupting, flooding her with hot spurts for a second time now.
I eased us to the ground, still connected, our breaths heaving. Isobel chuckled first, and I was unsurprised to find myself following behind her.
"I'm not letting you say you aren't satisfied," I barbed.
Isobel playfully smacked me, stretching as she walked over to her clothes. "Whatever. Make yourself presentable. I'll join you in a moment."
"You sure…?"
"I'm sure. Now go, before I change my mind."
I kissed her on the cheek. She didn't turn around, though she did lean into the gesture. "Thank you, Isobel. Truly, I–"
"Just go, Lloyd. I have a few matters I'd like to settle before I return." She jabbed me in the stomach with an elbow. "Most pressingly, a contraceptive pill."