Verena: Goddess of Wallachia by Kaitlynn Tye [OC][Femdom][BDSM][New Release] [18+][Ballbusting]

This community has been SO wonderful to me, I wanted to make sure I shared a fun scene from my newest release with you all :) I hope you guys like it and if anyone is interested in my book (it involves all the tropes of femdom) I would LOVE some support! Thank you and please enjoy :)

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"Now piggy... It's your turn," Verena said with a smirk, her pearlescent fangs glistening in the torchlight that permeated the chamber.

He was pulled to his feet, his hands placed into metal shackles that hung from the ceiling. His legs were spread by a large wooden bar that reminded him of a stockade. Verena ran her soft hands over her bound subject, and Eamon lurched forward, trying to pull away from her tantalizing nails as they fondled the tight muscles in his arms and back. Then she used a single long nail, Eamon couldn't tell which, and began scratching down the length of his spine. He tried in vain to pull away but before he knew it, she was done, and he was left with nothing but the stinging feel of the sole scratch mark that now adorned his backside.

He felt the rush of air before he felt the swift blow of her heeled foot to his dangling nutsack. His screams bounced off the walls of the chamber as the blow fell, feeling the muscles knot into his stomach and making it hard to breathe. Her claws scratched into his thighs as she lifted her foot to strike again. He felt so small at that moment, like such a worthless animal for putting himself here at the will of the cruel vampiric sadist. Eamon hung limp against the chains when no more strikes came from his mistress. He whimpered, hoping this was the end of his torture.

"Shut up! I gave you the pleasure of tasting me... You haven't thanked me. Do it and then maybe the next one will not hurt as much." She sneered at him, her beautiful face displaying such a look of fury that his cock flinched in response, praying to avoid another strike.

He sobbed quietly under his breath before finally coming out with a long drawn "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." Rolling on for what seemed like ages but more than likely was only a few seconds.

He realized there was something wrong with her smile, now framed by her fire-kissed hair. She knelt and stroked his now soft cock and it quickly responded, stretching toward her. Each stroke that came close to his testicles made him flinch, but after so long fighting against these bonds, he simply didn't have the energy to fight anymore. He hung limply, allowing her to flick and stroke the life back into his now-lifeless cock.

She purred, licking her lips. "You need me." She smiled warmly and massaged his more than willing member with a slightly firmer grip. This seemed to be good enough for Eamon who was about to cum at any moment when she merely reached up and squeezed his sensitive shaft... He knew he wasn't allowed release—at least not yet. He refused to fail his mistress again so soon, not out of fear but for the sake of her own pleasure. But no amount of willpower could stifle that orgasmic feeling from working its way down through him just as it had done so many times before when playing all alone behind the thick oaken door of this room that had kept him inside for an amount of time he couldn't even guess at. He was lost in this feeling, transported to another space where he was allowed to cum, where his desires could be fulfilled. A place where he would be free to let his ichor erupt out like the unrolling of a rope, the feeling of release as the bulk of his load spurted across the room. Shooting a wad that drenched every inch of the room surrounding them both until there was nothing left but a slimy mess on which they could sit happily perched and wrapped in an embrace sharing their heavily panting breath sounds into each other’s ears. Holding the one thing he cared about, his goddess.

His breathing slowed. Verena had been watching him while he was lost in this space; and couldn't help but let a smile creep across her face as her hands gently touched his cock, knowing that soon enough he would be allowed to cum. She wondered what he was imagining; was he afraid of what tortures were next? Or was he imagining his hot load dripping down her face, slowly wringing its way down her cheeks as she stared back at the dark eyes that were now closed. Would pain be the best way to bring him back to reality? Her heart was racing now, she could feel it pulsing through her like a sloshing heat that was just about ready to burst out from between her delicious hips, wet with desire and the thick warm load that rested deep within her slave boy. He knew this, and all but pleaded for it with his gazing eyes when he opened them, staring at Verena while also staring through her.

Somehow, though, he found himself back in the reality of the cold dark dungeon as she forced herself onto him, straddling his throbbing cock and sliding herself up and down on him as she stared into Eamon's eyes and smiled sweetly at him while their breathing got louder and more intense until she finally gave out a mighty gasp of air in bliss as Eamon's dick pushed deep into her starving cunt where it went on to spew what seemed to be an entire bucket of cum inside her hungry body.