R-18 - Fetish in spoiler

  SpoilerVery Light Femdom - No whips or pain, just her ordering him not to touch her as 'punishment' for the night before and asking her to make tea and shushing her. It is all actually pyful, and she is in control as she spoils him, as she had pnned the previous night. Oh, and she goes invisible so he can't see her for part of the scene.

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  "He is hiding something from us. Something important." Jaina said to John as they were returning to the Pelican's cockpit to sleep. She had immediately taken him up on the offer to join him, stopping by her tent to grab an enchanted sleeping pad she had brought from Daran. Apparently, the mages didn't campaign anywhere without one.

  "And if he is? What do we do with this information?" He replied. They had already discussed this subject several times, and he was done with it, but didn't want to be rude to her. Really, he was just getting tired again.

  They had just spent the st thirty minutes reviewing their conversation with the Prophet, and other than the man filling in more of John’s visions, both of them concluded that it changed nothing. They still had zero physical proof that the demons were involved with this Undead Scourge, just the Prophets’ and John's visions, and the word of a necromancer that Uther had threatened with a hammer.

  "Nothing. It is all just so damn overwhelming." She said, shifting John's bedroll to the side.

  John rolled the sleeping pad out. It looked like a thin air mattress, though he wasn't sure what to make of the materials they used to construct it. He id out a couple of sheets on top of it, then stood up, intending to get undressed. "Well, let's- Ah!"

  John fell backwards onto the pad, his fall cushioned by Jaina's magic before he even hit the pad, the mage having pushed him over as he was standing. "What did you-"

  "Shush! I'm angry with you. You sent me to make you tea, which I could almost forgive, but then you shushed me when I was talking with him!" Jaina said, standing over top of him, a evil looking smile on her face. "Now, pants off. I am taking out my frustrations with your royal cock tonight, and there better be no compints.

  "Heh, yes, Ma'am," he replied, sliding his pants off, little John suddenly becoming excited to be used two nights in a row.

  Jaina tossed her cloak to the side, then grabbed the base of her crop top and paused. When she was sure she had his full attention, she slowly lifted her top, pulling her breasts up with it. Just as she reached her neck, the two gorgeous white orbs dropped back to her chest with a satisfactory bounce.

  "Mmm... you look beautiful, my love," John said, taking his jacket off and ying the rest of the way back.

  "Mmmhmm, thank you. You look...dangerous...and I love it." She replied, her smile looking slightly less sadistic and more pyful. "Now put your hands behind your head, for your punishment for making me make you tea, you don't get to py with these until I say so." She jiggled her breasts with her hands to emphasize the point.

  John chuckled a bit and followed her instructions. This probably had nothing to do with the tea but with him taking advantage of her sensitive nipples st night. That was fine; he was up for a round or two if it made her happy.

  She pulled off her pants less seductively, then threw them at his face, blocking his vision for a moment. When he shook his head, he couldn't see her any longer.

  "Jaina? Wher-" he started, but felt something gently squeezing his balls. "Are you invisible?"

  "And this is your punishment for stopping me from talking. Now, my soon to be husband just y there while I finished the job I had started st night. If you're good, I might lift your punishment early."

  "You could have said something, you know." He said, lying back and closing his eye. He could feel one of her hands cupping his sack while the other was tracing lines up and down his dick. His balls felt absolutely massive these days, about the size of two small chicken eggs, and they were enjoying the palm massage she was giving them.

  "I told you that I would never deny you, John. That wasn't just about the bedroom, but with anything you ask me. Though that doesn't mean you won't hear about it in private ter." She teased, now gripping his shaft lightly near the base. "Now, just let me py with these for a bit in peace. It fascinates me that these are where your seed comes from. No cumming yet though, save that for ter. Don't worry, you will not be going to bed unsatisfied."

  "Mmm." He grunted, enjoying the fondling she was giving him.

  She started to slowly stroke his shaft, stopping just at his gns before slowly returning to the base, squeezing his testicles like she was trying to massage his semen out of them. Her hand paused the slow hand job, and he felt his cock shift towards his feet a bit, then something warm and wet dripped over the tip. Before he could figure out if she had just drooled saliva over his cock, she started pumping it again, this time at a faster pace.

  "Mmm...that's nice." He told her, enjoying her tender ministrations. He was worried she would do something drastic to him at first, but she just wanted to be in control. He was okay with that, as long as she didn’t go overboard. A memory of all the cuffs and whips onboard the Phoenix Hawk surfaced for a moment, making him shiver. He would do it to someone if they asked, but he couldn't see himself ever being cuffed. Or whipped...not that kind of whipped anyway.

  He was pulled from that idle thought when he felt her mouth on his sac, a light suction and a slurping noise as she started to suck on his balls. Her hand had also sped up a bit more, concentrating more on his head to mid shaft, causing his Ejacution Control skill to activate. It was a really rexing feeling.

  "Oh Jaina... you're incredible." He said, resisting the urge to take his hands off his head so he could run his fingers through her hair.

  "MmmHmm...*Pop* You better remember that, my King. These are mine now, and everything that is in them. At least until I have your heir and a spare." She said, tightening her grip on his sack. "Seriously, no making babies with Sylvia until ours are born, okay. If I am going to have your children, I don't want any succession issues. Deal?"

  "Yes, my dy, it's a deal." He said, not even thinking about Sylvia. He had barely given her a thought since he left her vilge. Apparently, it had been weighing on Jaina's mind for her to bring it up now, of all times.

  Wait a sec? Was that permission to have other women in my life? My memories tell me that most of this world is monogamous. Not going to enquire about that now.

  Jaina's wet tongue licked the head of his cock, stopping further thoughts about other women. Right now, it was just the two of them, and though he couldn't actually see her, he could feel everything she was doing. She caressed his gns with that wet appendage, then kissed the tip a few times before taking it into her mouth.

  She didn't take it very deep, but kept her tongue moving, making John writhe a little. He subconsciously thrust his hips upwards a bit, wanting to go deeper into that invisible hole that was giving him pleasure, causing her to gag a little and stop.

  *Pop* *cough*

  "No moving! I have never put anything this big into my mouth before, and I don't feel like gagging right now." She said, stroking him again. "We can try to go deeper another time."

  "Of course. It was just feeling so good, my hips kind of did it on their own." He said with a sheepish grin on his face.

  "Un hun, sure they did. Just like that one time you said you couldn't hold it anymore and didn't warn me. You are lucky I like salty fvours, else I would have cast a reduce spell on you and really made it small." She said pyfully.

  John, the old man, had no idea what she was talking about, but a memory surfaced from John, the prince, just then. Apparently, he was smaller than John was in his original body, and a quick shot as well. John empathized with the old prince. When he was young, he was fast, though his endurance had improved over time. Nothing like he was today, though.

  I suppose that I can thank DEN for things like that, though I prefer genuine love... being better in bed helps too.

  John felt her hands move away from him, then felt her legs move to either side of his hips, then a hand adjusting his cock until he felt a warm sensation on its tip again. He opened his eye a crack to see just as he felt himself slide into her, his cock disappearing into nothingness. It was like he was having sex with a ghost.

  Is this what Chris and Tanya were talking about? STOP IT! You're drifting again. Focus on the woman in front of you.

  Her vagina canal, while still quite slick, was tighter and slightly less wet than st night. He could feel his tip hit her cervix yet again as she bottomed out, the pair of them letting out moans of pleasure.

  "Ahhh... hah, hah, hah... I don't think I will ever get used to you being this big... You were so much smaller and cuter before. This thing is just... intimidating." She said, panting from the quick insertion. "Just... give me a minute to get used to it."

  "You should never tell a man his dick is small and cute... ever," John said, aghast at the thought of being emascuted like that.

  "Well, I never will. This cock will be the only one that ever goes in me, and there is no bloody way I could call this battering ram cute. Light, MMMmmm, this feels good." She said, grinding herself on top of his cock.

  He could feel his member stirring her insides, her juices flowing out of her and soaking his crotch. She was indeed a very moist woman, and he was curious what it would be like to eat her out some day.

  I'll drown in that ke and love every second of it.

  She started to gyrate her hips faster, sliding his cock even more inside her honey pot, increasing the pleasure they were both feeling. She kept at it for a few minutes, her moaning increasing, then switched to a rapid forward and back motion. He could feel her vaginal walls begin to constrict, a sure sign she was about to hit her peak.

  "Hah, hah, hah, Oh John... it's coming... I'm going to cummmmm!" She shouted, her body vibrating from the orgasm. She colpsed onto his chest, breathing hard, her invisible nipples poking him. John was impressed that she managed to hold that spell while having an orgasm.

  After a few moments, he felt her lips press against his, and her hips begin to rock. She had already realized she had cum before her man, and was trying to fix that situation.

  She dropped her invisibility as they kissed, her face looking flushed and her golden blonde hair quite dishevelled, like she had been grasping it as she rode on top of him. She broke the kiss, giving him a sly grin.

  "Hello there," John said, smiling back at her, his hands still behind his head. "Am I allowed to touch you yet?"

  "Mmm, just because you asked... Nope. Keep them right there. Hah, I am going to ride you all night long if I need to, and you don't get to touch. Now, cum for me, John, fill me up. Again and again." She replied as she began to move faster, gliding up and down his body, riding him hard and fast, her breasts sliding along his chest.

  He could feel himself getting close, but if he wanted to, he could hold on for quite some time, his skill having improved since he received it. He could see the desire in Jaina’s eyes for him to finish, so he decided to let the skill end and give her what she wanted.

  "Cum for me, John. Let me have your seed." She whispered in his ear in a somewhat soft and breathless tone. It was quite alluring. "It's okay, John, give me your seed, and I, hah, will have your children. Hah, it's exactly the right time of the moon for me tonight. That's why, hah, I was out with all those sorceresses, hah, earlier, to calcute when was the, hah, my right time. And it is today, John. My prince, hah, hah, my prince, give me your seed and put those babies into me!... Oh, Light, I am going to cum again! John, my prince, my king. MY LIGHT!!!"

  Her voice, starting sultry, quickly became almost desperate in her need to make him cum, and he responded. As she peaked a second time, he felt his release was imminent and let it go. His balls contracted, and he started to gush into her yet again, flooding her with his seed. She kept riding him, pushing his semen deeper into her, coating her cervix liberally with another rge volume of seed.

  She slowed down and finally came to a stop after a minute, lying on his chest and panting hard. He was still rock hard inside of her, but he didn't move, keeping the plug in her hole for now.

  "Thank you." She said quietly, her hands resting on his chest, her head turned towards the bckened cockpit windows.

  "For what? This was all you, darling. I should be the one thanking you." He said, somewhat confused. His hands were still behind his head, waiting for her to say it was okay. He was pretty sure the game was over, but he wanted to py out whatever fantasy this was for her.

  "Thank you for giving me control, at least for tonight. I seldom get to have control in my life, so this felt liberating that you ceded it, even if it was just for a little bit." She replied, nuzzling his chest. "Oh, you can touch me now, your 'punishment' is over."

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. His memories told him that while she loved her father, they had butted heads a lot while she was growing up, him trying to control his headstrong daughter and marry her off. They were ecstatic when she and John looked to be a match, and were devastated when they broke up. The fighting must have continued afterwards, but they hadn't had much contact other than the odd letter for years. An unwanted thought went through his mind right then.

  I hope he wasn't trying to marry her off. Too bad, High Admiral, your daughter is all mine now.

  "Mmm... you're still hard?" She said, looking up at him with those ocean blue eyes that he was coming to love.

  "Yeah. Ready for another round?" He asked her, finding the energy somewhere within to make that offer.

  "You're on top then, and no rules this time. Just make love to me, John." She said, then leaned up for a kiss.

  His thoughts about her father trying to marry her off forgotten, he rolled her onto her back and folded her knees to her chest. If they were going to try for a baby, he would use the position designed for it—the mating press.

  "I love you, my Queen."

  "I love you too, my King."

  Little did John know that he didn’t need to be concerned about High Admiral Daelin Proudmoore trying to marry Jaina off. That ship had already sailed long ago. It was someone else that he had to be concerned about entirely. Someone much closer to home.