Bindings of Pleasure Ch. 22

Chapter 22: Vallerie's oath

One week later, Corantin was finishing the preparation for tonight's celebration. He was in the cottage where countless women had sworn absolute obedience over the years. One the second floor, the playroom had been furnished with all the tools necessary for the debauchery that would surely go deep into the night. On the ground floor, all the tools necessary for the ceremony had been arranged around the "altar".

The girls had yet to arrive. Corantin was annoyed because of this. He did not think Vallerie would object to her dress at this point, nor should she struggle to put it on when she donned something similar a week ago.

Worried that some attack was happening, he looked out the window, but did not see anything suspicious. The night was silent. The quietness ruled off the typical no-good-doers stupid enough to attack a mage's home. This considerably diminished an already short list of potential attackers. Of all the groups that could reasonably assault his manor, it only left some sort of professional assassins. Thieves would have been just as quiet, but they would want to avoid confrontation at all costs.

As he was mulling over who could have sent assassins after him, the door opened.

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"Finally, what took you so long?" asked Corantin when he recognized the two ladies entering the cottage.

"Sorry master, it took longer than expected," responded Emily.

"Alright, let's get to it then."

The women walked up to him. When she reached him, Vallerie took the bowleg position exposing her pussy and crossed her hands behind her head. The lewd knight was wearing the same dress her sister wore when she swore obedience to Corantin. The sisters being twins had similar figures before Emily had hers enhanced. Even if Vallerie had more muscles from all her training but not enough to not fit within the dress, therefore it had been a natural choice for this night. As for her skin, in the last week, she had tattoos placed all over her body. As he admired the degrading ink now adorning his newest slave's body, Corantin realized that the tattoos were identical to the ones located on his other slave body. Except one, Emily had a "01" on her body, marking her as his first slave and Vallerie got a "02" on hers.

Vallerie who was submissively looking at the floor, but she still felt Corantin admiring her which got her to heat up. She hoped her master would like her little surprises. He surely should have noticed the first one. She and her sisters had devised making her tattoos copies of her sister's keeping their identical appearances. But what she could not wait for was her master seeing her other surprise that was the cause of their tardiness.

Corantin took Vallerie chin and force her to lock her eyes into his. Having been taught the procedure for the ceremony, she knew this meant it was now time for her to swear her oath of slavery.

Her old self would freak out looking her present self smiling ear to ear ready to swear an oath of servitude to the man who enslaved her sister. Her eyes locked with Corantin's, she started to recite the oath she prepared.

"I, Vallerie declare my absolute obedience to my master. I swear to surrender to my master and accept to become livestock should he wish it. I will serve him as a sex-knight. I will be his sword as his knight, and I will be his onahole as his sex slave. For this all I asked is to be rewarded with showers of pleasure. Please, master accept this lowly female slave's body and soul!"

As her sister finished her vows, Emily as the mistress of ceremony asked Corantin if he accepted Vallerie's surrender.

"Master, do you accept this female as your slave?

"Of course, I do," he responded while freeing his erection which fell on Vallerie's euphoric face.

Not waiting for her sister's signal, Vallerie immediately kissed her new owner's dick concluding the first part of the ceremony.

"Time to put up your piercings, Vallerie," said Corantin.

Meanwhile Emily brought a coffer. Within it lay three identical golden rings adorned with sapphires at the top. Vallerie, having not left the bowleg position, was looking at them with a mix of eagerness and apprehension. On one hand, she felt nervous about the unknown pain of the needle puncturing her genitals end to end. On the other hand, she could not wait to get stronger and lewder and better serve her master.

"Let's begin. Vallerie get on the altar," ordered Corantin.

When ordered, all of Vallerie's hesitations vanished. She left her submissive position and, in one swoop, lay down on the altar. Her arms were taken by Emily and her master, and they immobilized them into strong wrists restrains. The pair then did the same to her legs, leaving her in the position of an 'H' turned ninety degrees.

His newest slave secured in position, Corantin took the piercing needle laid next to the altar. He aimed the tip at her right nipples mercilessly piercing it in a single motion. The hole made, Emily quickly exchanged the needle and the rings. Corantin deftly attached it to the freshly pierced nipples. Without pause, he adorned Vallerie's remaining genitals with the rings before freeing her.

As he was doing so, the girl started to fidget proving the magic had begun to transform her body. Corantin took Vallerie into his arms in a princess carry and walked them to the second floor where they could generate a copious amount of lewd mana.

After entering the room, Corantin laid Vallerie on the bed. He took the items he had placed on it beforehand. He first took a blindfold and, as usual, tightly tied it over Vallerie's eyes. Then he grabbed the dildo that was next to it and shoved it into her asshole making the woman smirk from surprise and light orgasm. He proceeded to flip his knight over on her face. this is when he noticed something unexpected. On her right cheek, lay a slave mark tattoo not found on Emily's butt.

"Hou! That's interesting. Was that your idea?" asked Corantin.

This was what delayed the girls earlier. Vallerie had developed a fondness for the doggy position and wanted to do something special so her master would take her in this position more often. It was only today she had the idea to embed a second slave crest on her butt cheek.

"I hope you like it, master, I thought it would be an exciting touch."

"I adore that. I love when my slaves find ways to be lewder."

"I'm overjoyed you like it. But, please, master, enter me I can't wait anymore," she pleaded with a voice filled with lust.

Corantin smirked still impressed on how much he changed her. But without further ado he penetrated her as he was just as horny as she was. She let out a loud moan as the shaft slid into her pussy. Her voice turned into a shriek when Corantin's dick reached her cervix and he poke it with a powerful thrust. He pulled back his dick a little and thrusted once more aiming at her weak spot that he discovered long ago. He continued to alternate between these two points until Vallerie interrupted her moans to address him.

"Master! Master! I'm about to cum! Can I do it?"

"Hold for a bit I'm close too, just wait for me," Corantin responded.

Meanwhile in her ass, the dildo was also moving, fucking her ass as if it at a life of its own. It animated by a complex spell that surprisingly did not belong to the sex magic category therefore it did not drain his faint reserves of lewd mana.

He thrusted for another minute before warning his slave of his impending climax. As ordered, she waited until cum invaded her insides before letting go and joining her master in orgasm.

Nowhere satisfied from his first ejaculation, Corantin flipped his partner back on her back. Without even pulling out, he resumed fucking Vallerie. In concert with the return of the obscene fleshy noises of their neither region colliding, came back Vallerie's amorous moans. Caught by the nuptial atmosphere, Vallerie grasped Corantin in her arms and crooked her neck her expression begging for a kiss. Corantin granted the request and sealed their lips without interrupting his pistoning. In an instant, his tongue took control of hers. He intertwined their tongues until they reached another orgasm in unison.

As the afterglow of his second climax subsided, Corantin removed the fake cock from her bowels and lifted Vallerie from the bed ready for some painful play to spice up the night intending to continue until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

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"He, finally, got another slave. I thought he would never get another one," said a bubbly voice.

"Master are you sure, he's the one? After all this time, he still only got two of them. He's going way too slow," added a sultry voice.

"Don't be impatient, dears. A true conqueror knows that quality primes over quantity in the beginning. These girls will serve him way better than a dozen of trophies would. You should know this more than anyone. Start setting things in motion so he's guided to a clash with that imposter. He should serve as a worthy challenge before his face that bitch, but don't force things just yet, give him more time to grow," ordered a dominating voice shutting the female voices.

"Understood, master, but are you sure it's sound? These humans' lives are so short. We should push him more, otherwise he might be too old when he achieves all the challenges we set up," responded a hearty voice.

"No! We need to proceed with caution. His father's failure should have taught you this. We can't keep repeating our mistakes otherwise we might be too weak to enable the plan once my champion is ready to start the real fight," silenced the authoritative voice.