Loud and Proud

Once she knows I’m not going to struggle much, Opalina whispers, “Good boy,” into my ear from behind. Her hand slowly runs up and down the length of my manhood, stirring and playing with me just enough to make my need grow. She’s really set on doing this, even though we’re awaiting a particular Chamberlain to return with the requested tea.

Her touch is delicate, and the way her fingers slide across my shaft serves only to tease. The mature witch presses her large breasts against me from behind, smiling like an imp while squeezing me hard by the root.

“You’ll calm down a bit if we jerk a load out of this naughty thing of yours, won’t you, Dear?” She tilts her head, teasing my sensitive rod harder with her slender fingers.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt...”

Opalina notices a chance to put me on edge, so she takes it. Her hand grips my shaft even tighter, making me rear my head back and wince. “I could MAKE it hurt if that’s what you want?”

“No! Agh-” I clench down on my teeth, rearing from the pleasure bordering on pain. Thankfully, my cock is so wide that she can’t actually dig in enough to hurt all that bad.

She giggles and loosens her grasp, kissing me on the cheek with her puffy lips to make up for little games. “There there, Sweetheart. You know I wouldn’t hurt you...” To emphasize her point, Opalina soothes my cock by finally taking firm hold of the thick, veiny shaft and stroking it up from the bottom up to my gland. “Goodness... look at you. You’re so thick and hard even after all that fucking around you did this morning. I guess that infinite stamina you asked for is paying off?” Again, she giggles, speeding up her strokes as her opposite hand reaches around my torso to clasp my left pectoral muscle.

“Ngh, fuck, Opal... it’s not like I could keep it down when you’re doing everything you can to... to... AH-” Without letting me finish my sentence, she starts jerking even harder than before.

“What’s that, Dear? I can’t hear you over the sounds of you being such a naughty little man.” The witch teases while jacking my erect cock off so hard that her hand makes a slapping sound every time it hits the bottom of my pelvis.

“I... I said that you’re so... damn beautiful that I can’t stop myself from getting hard!”

Opalina stops completely, taking her silky hand away and resting it on my thigh. “So you’re saying it’s my fault? That sounds an awful lot like deflecting, darling. Tell the truth.”

My hips jolt forward from the sudden lack of pleasure as if thrusting the air would grant me satisfaction. It doesn’t. “Fine, fine! It’s my fault I’m this damn hard. I’m a fucking pervert!”

“Hmm. It’s a start...” Opalina is only somewhat satisfied by my answer, so she leaves me only somewhat satisfied in return. She resumes her stroking, but it’s slow and nowhere near enough. All it does is make me impatient and desperate for more. The skillful tease lets me wallow in this state.

“Are you having fun, my little pervert?” She asks in a quiet, seductive drawl. My attention is taken away from her voice by the sudden sliding of her sensual, gloved fingertips down my meaty cock’s underside.

“Yes, and no...”

The witch giggles, giving me a single stroke with all her power before switching back to the torturous, exasperating rhythm. “Really? Hm. You know, Dear... If you tell me what you want me to do to you, you might get lucky.”

For just a moment, I’m taken out of the role-play experience. I look over my shoulder with disbelief, asking, “Really? You’re really going to do this...?”

“I’m not doing anything, sweetheart!” Sadism colors her innocent grin. At a glance, Opalina’s delicate smile makes her look like a loving and nurturing older woman, but the longer I look, the more the grin belies her addictive, poisonous nature.

“Opal-”

“You’d best play along if you want me to finish you off...” The woman gives me a strict warning by reaching down with both hands and squeezing both the base of my cock and my swollen balls together. My urge to cum worsens, only for her pressure to push me further away from the desired climax.

“Fuck... fucking damn it...!!” I clench my teeth and shut my eyes, resolving to give in to the needs of my body by giving the cruel witch what she wants. “I want you to make me cum!”

Her hands stop squeezing, and instead, they both grab onto the long, needy shaft itself. She gives me a satisfying tug, and for a moment, I feel sweet relief run through the entirety of my cock, but it fades as Opalina’s grip loosens. “Louder.”

“Opal, please don’t make me-”

“No one’s making you do anything. If you want to cum, say it louder.”

After taking a deep breath to draw out my courage, I tell the tease with more volume, “I... want you... to make me cum!”

“Do you? By the sound of things, it certainly doesn’t seem that way.” She tilts her head, her voice sounding distant and bored.

Fucking hell. If I do what she wants me to do, then I’ll be heard by Duke Gloomcrest and his daughter, of all people. But Opalina’s put me in such a tight spot that I don’t have any other choice than to do exactly what she wants, at least while she has me by the balls.

I give in to my pleasures, just as I always do. “I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!” I scream from the bottom of my heart, earning me a mocking laugh from the witch.

“Good boy,” Opalina rewards me with her lurid voice taking on a satisfied tone, and more importantly, by grabbing my erect cock nice and tight in her devilish grasp. “Tell the castle that you’re cumming, my love!” She commands, pumping me up and down so fast that her racing hands become a blur.

“I’M CUMMING,” My balls boil over with shameful, explosive lust, and the power of my oncoming orgasm forces my eyes to roll back into my skull. “I’M CUMMING, OPAL!” My cock erupts a powerful jetstream of white-hot seed. It spurts forth past the foot of the bed and lands all over the stony castle floor as wave after wave of long overdue satisfaction washes over me.

Even as the puddle of cum grows into a more enormous and more unmanageable mess, Opalina doesn’t stop the rigorous stroking of her dominant handjob. “Let’s see just how infinite this magical stamina of yours is, Dear...” She coos dreamily into my ear. The witch gives me no chance to voice any protests, instead just milking away at my spasming erection in all its glory. She works her hands, twisting, pulling, squeezing, and wringing every drop of semen out that she can.

“How interesting...!” Her eyes become devious as she tests the limits of just how much I can cum. It’s those same eyes that I fear so much- the eyes of a Mage amid furious research. Eyes that ignore everything other than the reckless pursuit of gathering data. I’ve seen it before with Zutiria, I’ve seen it with Opalina, and no doubt I’ll see it again with any other scholar of the arcane who enters my life...

For several torturous minutes, I scream, moan, groan, and yell obscenities until my current load finally dries up. Then, finally, the old witch is surely satisfied because I would be here at the mercy of her curiosity for a lot longer if she wasn’t.

My mature lover releases her precious hold on my cock, making me let out a sigh of relief as I fall back against her body. Then, with a suggestive laugh, Opalina raises her gloved hands and shows off their sorry state. Thick, white strands between her silky fingers connect like a network of spider webs, with powerful globs falling off left and right while the rest starts staining her gloves. “You’ve ruined my gloves, you naughty boy, you. Look at how much cum you stained them with.”

“Are you going to throw them into a fire, too?”

This gets a good giggle from the Doctor as she takes them off. “Funny, but no. I think I’ll have them washed like a normal person.”

The post-orgasmic bliss starts wearing off. Suddenly, my mind is clouded by the shame of what all just happened. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that...” I sit up and hold my sweaty forehead in my hands. Opalina pats me on the back.

Opalina repeats her teasing propaganda once again. “We? My love, all I did was tell you what to do. You can’t fault me for your own perversion and lack of self-control, can you?”

As I stand up to buckle my belt and fix my pants, I tell the woman, “I certainly can, and I will. I refuse to admit responsibility for falling into your clutches, considering just how enticing those clutches can be. Thus, still your fault.”

Opalina smiles, taking her glasses off to wipe the steamy fog from them. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

There’s a knock at the door. My shame explodes, spiraling into even deeper depths of anxiety than I thought was possible. I know, I know. I’m supposed to be living life without fear of consequences and following Sam’s ‘do what you want’ advice, and while that’s all well and good, so is not pissing off the Duke of the province I live in.

The knock intensifies before Bertrand’s voice calls out, “If our beloved guest is finished ejaculating for five fucking minutes straight, then I must inform his lady of two things. First is that the esteemed Court Mage requests her presence. The second is that her tea is waiting for her in his laboratory. I apologize. Xothan prepared an ambush and forced me to relinquish your tea to ensure you would see him as soon as possible.” He’s not even trying to hide how annoyed he is.

Opalina gets up off the bed while groaning deeply. All life leaves her loving eyes in a way that almost makes her look her actual age, whatever that indeterminate age may be. “Gods, I don’t fucking need this right now...” She utters, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyelids.

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