#evrakar

“Down, boy,” I commanded Shok and watched him take to the floor where I could be at eye level height with him. Though he was silent, it looked as if he was about to beg. And that pleased me. I caressed his cheek and watched his facial expressions intently, “I have a plan for you.”

“What is it?” he asked curiously, voice a little drier than usual. I cleared my throat and any expression I had on my face was gone in an instant. “Oh, sorry. What is your plan, Mistress?” Shok corrected.

I lifted his chin, “Well, first I will tie you up. Hands behind your back and the rope connected to your horns. Then, you’ll be bent over my bed and I will fuck you like you have me. Think of it as...repayment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” a little grin formed on his lips. Shok was excited to receive what I planned to give him, and it was quite the humbling experience.

“Good,” I gave a slight tug to his cheek before relaxing my arm. “You should get washed up and prepared then. I will get the toys ready. We’ll meet back here in about half an hour.”

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More than enough rope, lube, and a freshly cleaned strap-on laid neatly on my bed. I had put myself in a revealing lace bralette and wore a matching garter belt. Had to make myself look appealing, of course. I saw Shok come through the doorway without a shirt and pants that did nothing to help hide his erection. I watched as he eyed me up and down, taking me in. “Are you ready?” I asked. When he confirmed, I asked him for the watchword to make sure he still remembered it. “Then strip,” I ordered. “All of that needs to come off.” He decided to try and play by taking his time. “Faster.”

“Well, you didn’t say the speed, Mistress,” he slyly replied.

“Keep talking like that and you won’t be cumming tonight.” With my threat, he quickly changed his attitude and stripped as fast as he could. It amused me just how eager he was to keep that outcome and just how much he fumbled with his pants. But soon enough, he was completely naked in front of me, cock hard and erect. I motioned him over with a come-hither finger. I felt myself smile in satisfaction watching him walk towards me so tentatively. When he got close enough, I relished in the thought of bringing a man of this stature to a gelatin-like state while he begged for it. The way he towered over me to the point where the top of my head barely reached his waist, I had to bring my hand up as I stood to stroke his cock. He immediately moaned and his head lulled back. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” his voice quivered. I stroked a couple more times and then stopped, only to be met with a disapproving groan.

“You can earn the rest. Drop,” I ordered. He complied, easing himself down to the floor once again. I got the rope from the bed and brought it over, fondling it in front of him. “Get acquainted, because you’ll be feeling this for at least an hour,” I said as I brought the rope up to the side of his face and lightly caressed him with it. A curious hand reached up to feel the rope. It wasn’t the first time we used it, but it was a damn good excuse to draw out the session. “You’ll look so pretty tied up and at my mercy.”

I slowly walked behind him, dragging the rope over his shoulder. I started with his horns, a simple tie to connect both. A longer segment of rope draped down from the tie between his horns. Centered. Perfect. I commanded his hands to be brought back, and with the rest of the rope I had, tied them securely together. I tested the tightness before checking in with him to make sure it was secure and comfortable. With the confirmation, I attached the longer segment of rope from the horns to the tie that held his hands together, with still enough left over that I could hold onto and control him with as I took him from behind. And I was proud of my rope work. He did look pretty in it. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t becoming harder and harder to just take him right here. Or quickly bring myself to orgasm as my cunt was throbbing, aching with desire. But, I could have him work for it. Thankfully, I had him positioned right in front of my lounge, all he’d have to do is lean back.

I walked around to his front, “Oh, Shok, why don’t you be a good boy and lean back? Let your head rest on the lounge. I know just how much you want to have a taste of me.”

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” he smiled and obeyed.

I put one leg up on the lounge, straddling his head. All I would have to do is lean in slightly and my cunt would be on his mouth. But no, I wanna make this last. He tried to move to close the distance but I gripped his horns and brought him back down, “Oh no, you think it’d be that easy? Cute. Beg for it.”

He moaned and I felt his body writhe below me. “Mistress...I...I...Please.”

I huffed, “Is that really all you got? Prove you want my cunt. Or you don’t get it at all.” He responded in grunts and whines, and tried once more to move towards me. I firmly set him back in his place, “Say. It. Beg for it. I will not ask again.”

“Mistress...you’re so intoxicating...I can’t..”

“Oh, but you can.” I slid one of my fingers into my sex, savoring the way he watched me. Shok almost seemed jealous. A wicked grin came across my face as I brought my finger out and hunched over to meet him eye to eye. My slick finger made its way into my mouth and I relished in my own taste. With a moan I said, “Or else I don’t think you understand what you’re missing out on.” And oh, the way his face twisted into an almost grieving look. I could almost feel bad for Shok. “Puppy dog eyes won’t save you this time.”

“I miss your taste, Mistress. I want it. I need it. I crave it,” his voice was hoarse but fast. And I could hear the utter lust in his tone. “It’d be such an honor to please you, to satisfy you. Please, please, please, Mistress.” Soon his words melted into mumbled pleas.

He was trying his best while not being able to think clearly. The fact I could put him in such a state pleased me. I knew with just how much I was enjoying his submission I could cum in no time. “Such a good boy,” I praised as I released my hold on his horns. I leaned over and grasped the back of the lounge which brought my cunt to his mouth. His lips, tongue, beard, all felt so damn good. I looked back to see him writhe trying to move his hands free. I knew he wanted to hold me and it must’ve been driving him absolutely mad not being able to. And it showed in the fervent way he devoured me. The way he worked his tongue did wonders, combine that with the light suction, and it took a lot out of me to not completely give in. I looked back down at his face, his eye closed, relaxed. A look of bliss. “You’re doing so good, Shok. Keep going. Yes...oh yes… Good boy,” I praised. He moaned guttural moans and my own breathing got heavier. It only took about a minute for me to cum, and I praised his name, and doubled over with a wave of intense pleasure, a sweet release. But as soon as I could, I sat back up, even against my own wishes. I wanted to ride out the climax, but this wasn’t about me, now was it? I brought my now trembling leg down and leaned over, stroking his head. “You do damn good work. Now, for my treat,” my lips met his in an open-mouthed kiss. Tongues exchanged tastes. His own mixed with mine, and damn was that hot. I stopped it with a satisfied breath, “You taste so damn good with me lingering inside you. Now, what do we say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, go present yourself over the bed. You’ve earned a nice, long fuck.” I watched as he got up and was on standby in case he needed it. It wasn’t like he was in the position to use his hands. Once I was sure he would be okay, we both walked over to the bed, and he lied across the edge, ass out and ready.

I put on the strap-on, which was quite long and thick. I grabbed his ass and firmly spanked one cheek. There was a slight tense and a guttural moan. It fueled my desire to hit again. Well, both sides needed equal treatment, so I spanked the other cheek and allowed a minuscule amount of electric magic to amplify the sting of the hit. The moan was louder and more intense. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I spank you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned loudly. I reached over and got the lube, allowing it to drip down his crack and slicken my fingers. I used my knees to get him to spread his legs, then I allowed two fingers into his hole. “Oh, fuck,” I heard him mutter.

“Don’t worry, you’ll take more soon.”

“I already love what you’re giving me now, Mistress.”

“What a damn good answer, Shok. Here, how ‘bout I stretch you a lil more?” In entered three fingers that got to work easing him up. I saw his toes start to curl. His knees were placed on a pillow I provided when I was setting things up earlier, hopefully to ease up any pain or discomfort. I spanked his ass again with the twinge of magic, and then again, and again, until it was rhythmic but alternated areas. I could see him bite the sheets and loudly moan into them. I stopped spanking him the same time I pulled out my fingers and he responded in a mere whimper. I let the tip of the strap-on press against his entrance, “Think you can take it?”

“Please,” he begged.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” I applied a bit more lube, making sure to coat the strap-on. Then I took the extra rope I had left out and held it like I would hold reins. I pulled back which caused him to move his entire upper body up, then I slowly entered him. His words were incoherent with his loud, pleased, noises. I went in, then pulled back until I was almost out, then went back in a little deeper each time until my hips had reached his ass. Then it was time to set a slow tempo, but I pushed hard and deep. I kept my hold on the rope and periodically smacked his ass, relishing in his moans. “Such a good boy for taking it all. You should be proud.” I watched his back intently, delighting in the way his muscles moved, but to also watch out for the twinge movements that signals discomfort from the strain of me holding him back like this. When I saw the signals I eased up tension on the rope and allowed him to rest on the bed for a while. I would see his hands try multiple times to move and in a way struggle. It amused me in a way.

I let the tempo get faster, still periodically smacking his ass, though I was more focused on gripping his hips and allowing my nails to dig into his skin. Soon my thrusts made louder slapping noises against his ass. I gave him praises and watched as he bit the sheets and listened to the quickening of his moans signalling he was close. I pulled back on the rope and he yelped coming back up.

“Want me to finish you?” I asked.

“Yes...oh fuck...please, Mistress.”

“Please what?”

“Please...please finish me, Mistress.”

“Such a good and obedient boy you are. So sexy restrained and begging for more,” I praised, “How well you take such a good-sized cock. You love the taste of your own poultice, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh, yes, I do, Mistress! I really do!” His moans became grunts, became louder, became quicker.

“So, cum for me, Shok.”

“Y-yes, Mis-Mistress-” he ended in a collapsed sort of noise as he came. Cum began to drip down the sheets that were off the side of the bed.

I let him ride out his orgasm, “Yes, that’s it. Such a good boy,” I would whisper. I loosened my grip on both him and the rope, allowing him to collapse on the bed as I slowed down my tempo. I pulled out completely and rubbed his ass. “You know you gotta clean up your mess, now.”

It took him awhile to answer because he was still breathing and moaning quite heavily, “Yes, I do, Mistress.”

“You’ve been such a good boy today, I’ll help you. Just come down to the floor once more.” He had to use his thighs against the side of the bed to help push him off and onto the floor. He was slouched and looked exhausted yet satisfied. I got the cum off the sheets that I was able to get with my hands, but I placed it on the strap-on. “Open your mouth. Tongue out. Smile.” It was a tired smile, still pleasant to look at. “Look me in the eyes when you clean.”

I gripped Shok’s horns and let him suck off the strap-on. He continued even when there was nothing left, and it was blissful to watch him so passionately work. There was some that spilled off the strap-on and into his beard. A little messy, just the way I like it. I made him stop sucking the strap-on and I crouched down, got close to him, and used my finger to take some of the cum on his beard and let him lick it off. The whole time I gave him a satisfactory look, a small smile. Once he was done cleaning my finger, I used it to bring his chin close so I could kiss him again. Now, with a different set of tastes, but still oh so pleasant to experience.

I pulled back, “You did good, Shok. Now, to see getting you out of the restraints.” That signaled the official end of the scene.

“Hah, thank you, Ev,” Shok still seemed a bit out of breath. “That was good.”

I walked behind him and easily undid the ties binding him together. “Thank you. I gotta say you made it hard for me to keep my composure. I mean that in a good way.”

“Glad I have that effect on you.”

I got the rope all together and he did some stretches with his arms. “Hey, why don’t you relax on the bed for a bit? I’ll take care of you.”

“You sure?”

I gave a light-hearted chuckle, “Of course. I’m the one who fucked you. I’m the one that cleans.” The saying wasn’t necessarily the rule we had, but I used it anyways.

He got up and sat down on the bed as I took off the strap-on and set it aside for wash. I put the lube back and coiled the rope up and put it in its place. Then I got a wet rag to help clean off the cum on the sheets. “There’s some lotion on my nightstand. Feel free to pick out a scent you like. Give it to me though,” I told him. He gave me a curious look but went on sniffing the various stuff I had. I washed up real fast and came back out carrying his clothes, which I laid neatly on the edge of the bed.

I climbed up in the bed and crawled over to him to see the scent he picked out. It was a sweeter fragrance that I had, a bit flowery. “I like this one the best,” he told me.

I took the lotion and grabbed his hand. I put the lotion on where the rope was tied and started massaging, “You did really well with this, you know? Especially when I pulled back.”

“Yeah, it was definitely fun. Kinda miss you smacking my ass though. What were you doing that made that sting?”

“Electric magic. Creative, huh?” I smiled up at him.

“It felt really good. Should do that more often.”

“I will keep that in mind.” When the lotion was really massaged in, I kissed his hand and moved on to the other one, making sure it got the same treatment. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” he laughed, “But really good. What about you?”

“I feel very similar,” I chuckled. “Though it was all worth it.”

“I’m glad.”

Shokrakar and Evelyn sat in the tavern, listening to Bull go on about his many exciting adventures. Giant bating, werewolves, even the occasional dragon story. It was a rather mellow night, neither Shokrakar or Evelyn were drinking, they both had a long day of work tomorrow and decided to keep a clear head. Bull, however, had decided against that. Bull lifted the bottle to his lips and downed it happily, swallowing the last mouthful before placing it down, with a loud laugh. “Let me tell you this!” He grinned, leaning forward. Shokrakar and Evelyn both gave each other a knowing look, waiting for Bull to tell them something inappropriate.

“I met a beautiful woman and she kept mentioning my hand and then she asked me to spank her,” Bull’s grin only got bigger, Shokrakar leaned back in his chair, sighing gently. “She went crazy for it! One of the best nights of my life!” Bull began to wobble in his seat, the night was over for him. “I better go to bed,” He laughed again, standing from his chair. “G’night.” He stumbled over to the stairs, placing his feet onto the steps and loudly stamping up them, tripping occasionally. Shokrakar and Evelyn watched him, ready to go pick Bull up if he fell, but he managed to get up them without too much trouble.

“He always has the most colourful stories,” Shokrakar laughed. “But he does have a point, maybe we should hit the haye?” He turned to face Evelyn, who was still watching for Bull. As soon as she heard his door close she turned her head to look at Shokrakar, who was sat staring at her with a small smile on his face.

“I suppose we should,” Evelyn smiled back at him, slowly standing from her chair. “Me and Cullen have some kind of planning to do, I dunno what it’ll be yet but...I have the feeling it’ll take a while.” She stroked the back of her neck and sighed softly. “Exciting as always.”

“Let me walk you to your quarters,” Shokrakar stood up too, towering over Evelyn. “I know it’s safe here but...you can never be too careful, right?” He moved the chair out of Evelyn’s way and she stepped through, Shokrakar followed behind her until they were out of the tavern, then he moved next to her.

“So,” Evelyn cleared her throat, glancing up at Shokrakar. “Bull’s story was...interesting.” She smiled shyly, a little blush on her cheek. Evelyn was no prude, behind closed doors she was very free and open but talking to it with Shokrakar made her feel a little shy.

Shokrakar laughed, grinning to himself a little. “It sure was,” Shokrakar looked down at Evelyn then followed her up the courtyards step and into the great hall. “I...uh...I’ve been around, y’know? But I don’t think I’ll ever have a story like that.” Evelyn nodded as they walked over to her bedroom door, not saying much to each other until Shokrakar asked. “Do you like that kind of thing?”

Evelyn stopped in her tracks and thought about it for a moment. “D-do I?” She looked up at Shokrakar, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m not sure...I’ve never tried it.”

Shokrakar looked around before leaning down towards Evelyn, it was a long way down but he didn’t want anyone to hear them. “Do you want to...with me?” He looked into her eyes, keeping his voice low. He watched as Evelyn’s expression went from confused to completely shocked.

“I…” She moved in closer, there was tension in the air, it could be cut with a knife. She looked into Shokrakar’s eyes, gentle but intense. She took hold of Shokrakar’s hand and lead him into her room, quickly as possible. She shut the door behind them. “Are you serious?”

“Yes...no?” Shokrakar backed up against the door. “It depends on if you want to or not.”

Evelyn grabbed hold of Shokrakar’s shirt and gave it a hard hug, pulling him down towards her. She stared at him for a moment before bluntly answering. “Yes.” She pulled him into a deep kiss, Shokrakar gasped into the kiss. He placed his hand onto Evelyn’s hips and pulled her in against him. Evelyn moved her arms up, wrapping them around Shokrakar’s neck. He tasted of bread, kiss lips were soft but she could feel the scars.

Shokrakar slowly lifted Evelyn up, holding onto her tightly as he carried her up the last staircase and into her bedroom. He broke the kiss and looked into Evelyn’s eyes, breathing slowly. “That...was unexpected?”

“Do you want to stop?” Evelyn asked, feeling Shokrakar’s hands resting against her rear end.

“Fuck, no!” Shokrakar carried Evelyn onto the bed, before lying her onto it. “Do you want to stop?”

“Stop you from spanking me?” Evelyn grinned a little. “Not a chance.” She crawled to the end of the bed and patted the spot next to her, Shokrakar slowly sat down, tilting his head as he looked at Evelyn, she took hold of Shokrakar’s hands, running her fingers over the calluses and scars.

“You have very good taste,” Shokrakar laughed, he took hold of Evelyn’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If...if we do this, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, if you want me to stop. I will. I won’t be angry if you want to back out.”

“I understand, and the same for you obviously, if we do this, we do this right,” She looked down at Shokrakar’s large hand holding hers, lifting it slowly to place a small kiss on his knuckle. “Boundaries, don’t punch or slap him, spanking is fine but your fists are not welcome near my body.”

Shokrakar nodded. “Don’t choke me...please, anything else is fine but choking…” He shook his head slowly. “No thank you. Anything else goes, do whatever you want to me...but to stay on the safe side, maybe we ask before doing something we are unsure of?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Evelyn agreed, still holding onto Shokrakar’s hand. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

“Me neither,” Shokrakar laughed nervously. “How...do we both get naked? Do you want me to undress you? I-I will…” He rubbed the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous. He had been in this position for a long time, especially in one that could be considered delicate. “I…”

“How about we keep it simple for now?” Evelyn stood up from the bed and slowly began to undress, first her shirt, then her shoes and trousers, then her underwear. She wasn’t ashamed, she stood in front of Shokrakar, every inch of herself on display. “Why are you so nervous, Shok?”

“It’s been a while…” Shokrakar answer, his eyes firmly fixed on Evelyn’s body. Evelyn took hold of Shokrakar’s hands, lifting them slowly and placed them onto her hips, letting him feel her. His hands were rough but warm, he held her so gently, his eyes slowly lifting to meet hers. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured quietly, he leaned in and placed a small kiss on her stomach.

“Not bad yourself,” Evelyn laughed quietly, Shokrakar’s beard tickled when it brushed over her skin. She gently stroked the back of his head, sighing happily. “Are you ready to start?”

Shokrakar froze for a moment, he took a deep breath then leant back. He lowered his hands away from Evelyn’s hips. “Yes,” He answered bluntly. He patted his lap, unable to conceal smirk that was creeping onto his lips. “Climb on.”

Evelyn lay herself over Shokrakar’s lap, lifting her rear end into the air. Shokrakar ran his hand over the curve of her butt, humming approvingly. Evelyn waggled her hips a little, biting into her lip as Shokrakar’s rough hand stroked over her soft skin. He admired every inch of Evelyn, her slender body, smooth skin,  she was perfect. “Are you ready? If you want me to stop just say, alright?” He asked gently, giving Evelyn’s butt a gentle squeeze. “Because I sure am.” Evelyn’s but wasn’t large, but it was perky and firm. Just stroking it was turning Shokrakar on, he’d always been attracted to Evelyn but he never expected to have her spread naked across his lap.

“I sure am,” Evelyn smiled, looking over her shoulder at Shokrakar. “Spank away.” Shokrakar nodded and gave Evelyn a small spank, gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her, just testing the water. Neither of them knew her limits for this yet, Evelyn knew to tell Shokrakar if it was too much. But, that first one just wasn’t enough. She didn’t even make a sound, just lay across his large thighs, waiting for the next hit. Shokrakar lifted his hand and spanked Evelyn again, a little harder this time. She gasped at the sudden stinging, it may have no beed hard for Shokrakar but he was blissfully unaware of his own strength.

“You like that?” Shokrakar asked with a grin when he heard Evelyn’s gasp. Evelyn nodded, pushing her butt back into Shokrakar’s hand. Shokrakar ran his hand over where he just spanked, a large print of his hand stood out bright red against Evelyn’s skin. He ran his fingertip around the outline, smiling to himself a little. “You have the cutest arse,” Shokrakar laughed quietly, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to it. “So spankable, best arse in the Inquisition.” Evelyn giggled as Shokrakar complimented her, but he giggles were stopped by another hard spank. A spank so hard it made her butt ripple and the sound echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls.

“O-oh!” Evelyn moaned a little, Shokrakar was so strong, his hands were rough and firm but as he stroked her, she could see his gentle side coming through. His eyes didn’t leave her for a second, he watched, waiting for her reaction, making sure that she only responded positively. A deep chuckle came from Shokrakar as he spanked again, and again, and again. “Harder!” Evelyn groaned and moaned, her body moving with each, hard, spank. She could feel herself getting wet, she was sure her and Shokrakar were going to have a similar story to Bull’s if he carried on this way.

“You sound so good when you moan,” Shokrakar told Evelyn, his voice low, and gentle. One of Evelyn’s cheeks was completely red now. It stung like a fresh cut but Evelyn couldn’t control herself. With each hit of Shokrakar’s hand her moans got harder to contain, her body grew hotter and hotter. Shokrakar’s spanks got harder, the slapping sounds getting louder, spurring Evelyn on. Shokrakar placed his free hand onto knee, it was only there for a second before Evelyn grabbed onto it, holding onto it tightly. “You alright?” Shokrakar looked down at Evelyn, she nodded slowly, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Don’t stop,” She panted. “Please.” Shokrakar nodded and continued, his large hand lifted high and swung down, slamming into Evelyn’s butt. And finally, it happened. As Shokrakar’s hand came down hard, Evelyn lost herself. She grabbed onto Shokrakar’s thighs, gripping onto the fabric of his trousers tightly. She cried out in pleasure, her hips lifting and lowering as she tried to ride out her orgasm. She swore in common tongue and Elven, Shokrakar’s name also fell from her lips. Her body writhed in his lap, Shokrakar watched with a slight smirk, running his hands over Evelyn’s back until she calmed down.

“How was that?” He asked with a slight chuckle, Evelyn lay still in his lap breathing and panting loudly.

“That...I…” Evelyn could barely speak through her broken breaths, she had always been sensitive but she had no idea that just being spanked by a strong man could bring her such pleasure. She slowly pulled her hands away from Shokrakar’s thighs.

“Just take it easy, alright?” He gently ran his fingers through Evelyn’s hair, being as delicate as he could be. “It’s gonna sting for a little while, but you’ll be alright, I swear.”

“Fuck,” Evelyn sat up, with a little help from Shokrakar. Once she was back on the mattress, she lay onto her back, panting gently. Shokrakar lay on his side, watching Evelyn. She lay still for a moment, her butt felt like it was pulsing, she could still feel Shokrakar’s large hand pressed against her. Evelyn slowly pushed herself up and moved onto her side. She placed her hand onto Shokrakar’s chest and gently pushed him onto her back. “I think you were holding back on me,” She climbed on top of Shokrakar, her legs on either side of his wide hips. “But I think you can make it up to me?”

“Oh, I think that can be arranged,” Shokrakar reached around and ran his hands up and down Evelyn’s back, reaching up to her shoulders before bringing them back down. “You surprise me, Ev, I never thought you would be so…” Shokrakar thought for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say to not accidentally insult Evelyn. “Open? I suppose the word would be.” He sat up slowly, keeping Evelyn in his lap. He leaned in and gently began kissing her neck, stroking her lower back slowly. “Especially with me.” He placed a small kiss onto her cheek, humming happily.