I've Missed You Master

Roxana felt relief as the capital and the palace came into view as she and her travelling companion crested the hill. She could finally return her student to his home and be rid of his perpetually grating presence.

"Look Lysander you're almost home" She couldn't hide her joy.

"But master I'll be parted from you and I don't think I'll be able to bear the pain. I'll be heartbroken that I won't see your beautiful face everyday, your luscious lips, eyes like peridot, smooth bronze skin, hair like silken strands of chocolate..."

"Oh, shut up! You're worse than a bard and not even entertaining." She scolded

"... your toned muscular thighs and bountiful derriere that I long to smother my..." before he had a chance to finish his words. Roxana smacked the back of his head.

"I'm still your teacher and you will treat me with respect for the short time remaining as my student." She snapped.

"How can I stop when you haunt my heart and my dreams? I will never know peace until I find heaven betwixt your thighs!" he pleaded.

Roxana sighed exasperated and rubbed her temples "Lysander, you are never going to know that particular heaven or peace. I am not one of the vapid ladies of the court or brothel worker paid to find you charming. If you continue with this, I will throw you down this hill and return you to your father broken, bloodied and I won't feel the slightest bit guilty about it"

She narrowed her eyes at him. He opened his mouth as if to speak then thought better of it and remained silent. The kingdom's youngest prince had been an endlessly frustrating student for her to train and teach, far too used to charming women with his blonde hair, blue eyes and boyishly handsome face. As they steadily made their way to the capital she remembered how it was his fault she was even making this journey. When it had come time for the prince to finish his time at the monastery, he had sent a letter to the king begging that she should accompany him on his way back to the capital, which led to her having to do so by royal order. Regardless of her other students or the fact it was a task that was insulting to her title of Iron Maven. She had mastered the teachings of ancients at the monastery and had achieved the status of an ageless at thirty which was unheard of. She no longer had to fear the passage of time and had been physically thirty for decades. Yet here she was escorting a selfish spoiled brat of a prince back to his father, because the prince was making a last ditch effort to bed her. He would quickly lose interest when he was back in an environment where she wasn't the only woman in proximity.

Roxana couldn't wait to be rid of him and enthusiastically marched to the castle gates.

"Master, please, why can't you see me as a man and let me pamper you as a woman?" He begged, realising his window of opportunity was swiftly closing.

"First, it violates one of the core philosophies of the monastery's founder, it distracts from the warrior's path. Secondly you are my student, I will always think of you that way... even if you were the absolute worst student I've ever had" She admonished him.

"... the worst?" He sounded like he might cry

"If you had spent even a fraction of the energy you used trying to seduce me on your training you might be on your way to be a master by now." She chided "But it doesn't matter anymore we're almost there and you and I will part ways."

He dragged his feet as they made their way through the palace to the throne room. She had to officially present herself to the king before she could begin heading home to the monastery. She wanted this to be over quickly, being anywhere near the court meant backstabbing politics and she had no interest in engaging in them. She and the prince entered the throne room, a chamber filled with finery and grandeur. She headed towards the throne where the king sat holding court, she bowed and presented herself.

"Your highness, I Master Roxana, Iron Maven of the Frigus Monastery, return your second born son Lysander to court from my tutelage. Long live the Vivendo dynasty."

The king sat back and evaluated her. He was an older man, deceptively so. The royals lived far longer than most and she knew he out aged her by decades. He looked her up and down, then gave her a dignified smile.

"So you are Master Roxana, I must admit I was curious to meet the woman who has earned such admiration from my son, so tell me how did you find him as a student?"

She struggled with how to answer "May I speak freely?"

"Of course"

"He has great potential but he easily loses focus even in an environment with minimal distractions. I apologise that I couldn't get him to take his studies more seriously." She worried that her answer would be poorly received.

The king laughed. "The only thing that holds my boy's focus is being led around by what hangs between his legs. The fact that he had a beautiful woman as his teacher, even one as formidable as yourself, was doomed to be a failure. Especially one so close yet beyond his reach." Lysander seemed to recoil at these words. "Lysander... my boy... it seems that you are committed to being a disappointment. You failed to complete your studies to a satisfactory standard. Your lack of willpower and inability to prioritise anything beyond satisfying your own selfish desires shames me as it does yourself. I struggled to think of what to do with you, until your older brother came to me with a suggestion. Your teacher will stay here and I will personally discipline you every time you fail to act with decorum or allow yourself to be distracted by that which should not rule you." He chastised his son.

Roxana was stunned. She was going to have to stay and continue to teach the brat? This wouldn't do. She had to get out of it and return home to her students who were worth teaching.

"I am not worthy of such a task, your highness. I failed to instil the lessons of my order into your son. He would be better served by another master." She tried to bluff

The king gave her a wry smile "I bestow no blame upon you Master Roxana. Axias speaks highly of your teaching, he recommended you stay and teach Lysander more intensively. So I must insist that you stay and do your best to turn my errant son into something vaguely resembling a respectable member of the royal family."

There was no way out of this, that was a royal command to stay. She buried the anger she felt but felt slight confusion at one piece of information, Axias had spoken highly of her? How could that be? She was certain he hated her.

"Thank you, your highness, it is an honour that your eldest son speaks so highly of me and I will do my best not to disappoint you."

To add insult to injury, despite his public dressing down, Lysander was beaming with joy that she was staying. Roxana sighed internally.

The king continued. "I am having a banquet tonight, it would be wonderful if you could attend." Roxana understood it as 'I expect you to attend' "Go bathe and rest, you must be tired after your journey, I hope to see you this evening. You are dismissed"

The pair left the throne room where attendants showed Roxana where her new quarters were. She did as suggested and freshened herself before the evening banquet arrived. She was dreading it, having to spend an evening in a viper den was a comparable experience to being around the nobility. Finally she was escorted downstairs by an attendant and entered the banquet hall.

She was incredibly out of place, she stuck out like a sore thumb in her monk attire, while the nobles were draped in finery. They stared at her as she walked in, conversations dropped into whispers as she moved past. She was pondering exactly how she was going to kill time until it was acceptable to leave when a familiar face walked over to her and handed her a drink.

"It's good to see you Master... it's been so long" he said

"Is it really Axias? I'm surprised or are you just being polite?" She asked raising an eyebrow

The crown prince gave her a smile. There was something behind it, but she couldn't discern what. He had similar features to his brother except where Lysander was boyish Axias was undeniably a man. He stood head and broad shoulders above her these days wearing stubble and his long hair tied back.

"I mean every word" He replied in a soothing baritone. "We may not have parted on the best terms but I have come to see the value in your lessons even if my brother has not. Exactly how bad was he? Because I always assumed I was your worst student."

"You were far from the worst, the fact that you used to just wander off notwithstanding. A mild caning was usually enough to convince you not to do that for a while, your brother on the other hand..."

"Go on"

"I found caning to be an ineffective strategy" She answered diplomatically

"What made you think that?" He asked intrigued

She gave him a withering look. "The bulge in his trousers as I hit him"

Axias let out a deep hearty laugh. It drew some attention from those nearby. "Knowing my brother, that doesn't surprise me. How are you finding being at the palace?"

"It's a splendid building, but I miss being at the monastery, I don't belong here. This banquet for example, what is the minimum amount of time I can spend here without causing offense to your father?" She asked.

"Honestly you could just go up and greet him then leave. You came when he asked and made an appearance." He lowered his voice "I on the other hand will have to spend most of this evening schmoozing with nobles who couldn't be trusted to guard a rat, too much risk of them conspiring with it. They'd recognise it as one of their own." He joked, eliciting a small giggle from Roxana. A young noblewoman walked past giving a sultry come hither look to Axias which he ignored. A couple more walked past trying to get his attention and failing. His focus was solely on Roxana, she wasn't sure if he was just being polite or if it meant something else.

"Whilst I would like to stay and keep talking, unfortunately I need to go and talk to some far less interesting people, but I would love to catch up. Would you join me for some afternoon tea in my chambers tomorrow?"

"Uh yes certainly" she gave him a light smile. Then he disappeared into the crowd leaving her alone again. She took his advice, greeted the king then left to spend the rest of the night in the sweet solitude of her quarters.

She awoke the next day, spent the morning trying to teach Lysander an iota of discipline but coming up against the brick wall of his commitment to flirting rather than training. She was going to have to go to his father about this later or Lysander wouldl continue to fail to take it seriously. With her morning having been wasted she headed to Axias' chambers for afternoon tea he had invited her to. Upon knocking and announcing herself he bid her to enter. He sat in a comfortable looking armchair facing another with a small table, set with tea in between.

"Please join me" he gestured to the opposing chair "I acquired some anchon tea in light of your visit but I can't assure you of the quality. I know you liked what they grew at the monastery" he smiled at her, much like last night there was something indiscernible about it.

She joined him, sat down and took a large sip.

"Thank you, it doesn't taste quite the same. It has an odd quality to it I can't put words to, but it is still delicious" She finished the cup and he poured her another.

He took a tiny sip "That's good, it's probably because it's imported and not grown nearby. Like the tea plants in the monastery garden. I was very fond of that place."

"Oh? Was that where you used to sneak off to?" She queried

"Yes, it was great for when I wanted to... have some peace and quiet."

She raised an eyebrow while taking a large sip of tea "Peace and quiet? Most of the monastery is peaceful and quiet." She took another sip.

He maintained his smile with its odd quality "Privacy then, away from my strict and demanding teacher" he gave her a pointed look as she took a large gulp of tea.

"Oh dear, was I really that bad?" She took a further sip finishing another cup. The prince immediately filled it up.

"At the time, there were aspects of being at monastery and having you as my master I found difficult." He paused and she continued drinking her tea. "Though with time and some perspective, I've that worked out"

She smiled, nodded and took a sip " That's good to hear. I assumed you hated me based on your attitude towards me approaching the end."

"It wasn't hatred, but it was complicated. I value our time spent together back then. I appreciate what you taught me, I practice your teachings to this day."

She had another large swig. Then gave a light chuckle "Anything in particular?" Then finished her cup.

The prince yet again wordlessly filled her cup. "There are three lessons of yours that are my favourite." She kept drinking "Firstly, patience is key. Second, know your opponent and their weaknesses. Third, utilise both to find the perfect time and place to strike."

She gave him a curious look whilst having a long draft from her cup. "Of all the lessons, those are your favourite?"

There was a slight twitch in his smile "They are definitely the ones I have found most valuable since returning to court. I get a lot of use from them. Compared to the ones about inner tranquility." She finished her cup. "How are you finding the tea?" He asked, his eyebrow slightly raised.

"It was delectable, most refreshing." She answered, wondering where this conversation was going exactly.

"Despite the taste not matching what you are used to?"

"Yes, it was most acceptable." She confirmed. After a few seconds, she started to feel dizzy. Her vision began to swim and she felt faint. Something was wrong and her instinct told her to get out of here. She stood up, intending to walk out the door but her legs felt like jelly. She managed three steps before collapsing to the floor, staring at the ceiling.

Axias stood over her with a manic gleeful grin on his face. In a mocking tone he said "Patience, weakness and opportunity... How do you like your lessons, Master?"

She couldn't formulate a response before unconsciousness claimed her.

She awoke in a poorly lit room. One of her wrists had been bound to a cuff suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling while Axias was trying to secure the other. She wrenched her wrist from his grasp and punched him square in the face, he staggered back. She tried to free her chained wrist, but Axias recovered quickly and grabbed her. She tried to summon her talents but found they were beyond her reach and Axias overpowered her. He snapped her free wrist into the cuff leaving her bound. She gnashed and snarled at him.

He gave her a smug mocking smile "Even after all the 'tea' you drank, you woke up before I got you cuffed and threw one hell of a punch. You're amazing, Master. It's just a shame you didn't realise what you were drinking before being trussed up in my playroom. Hope you like your new collar, means you can't access that insane strength you've nurtured."

He then grabbed her ankle. She tried to pull and wrest it from him, but failed to prevent him from securing it to another cuff chained to the ceiling. She couldn't even touch the floor with her free leg due to the awkward angle she had been forced into. She could barely offer any resistance when Axias grabbed her remaining free limb and secured it to a fourth cuff suspended from the ceiling. She was helpless all she could do was hang there, the cuffs pulling on her legs forcing them to spread apart.

She screamed in rage and frustration. "Venomous snake, odious rat, disgusting traitor!"

His smug mocking disposition didn't change "For the record, the walls on this room are a foot thick, made from dense stone and the door is designed to be soundproof. No-one can hear your screaming. But your insults are hurting my feelings." He pretended to pout.

He walked to a table out of Roxana's view, then returned. He pushed a gag into her mouth and secured it at the back of her head. Leaving her unable to make her insults sound like anything other than muffled mumbles.

"I've wanted to do that to you for years. It suits you." He then brandished a small blade. She instinctively flinched. "Your clothes need to come off for what comes next. I've been dreaming of what your bare, naked body looks like for years. I can hardly wait. I'd advise you to stay still, I don't want to cut you." A manic grin crept onto his face.

He started hacking off her robes and practically ripped off her trousers. He was brimming with excitement by the time she was down to her chest wrap and loin cloth. He delicately sawed through her chest wrap, savouring the view of her breasts when they were freed. He grasped one with a free hand and pinched her nipple. A muffled gasp came from her, embarrassment crept onto her rage filled face. He gently hooked the blade under the straps of loincloth, cutting them and completely robbing her of any covering for her body. She hung there on display for him, unable to close her legs and prevent him from looking at her most intimate place.

He seemed visibly ecstatic. "How long I've wondered what this part of you looked like. It makes sense you wouldn't trim this, not like you had any intention of showing anyone but... this won't do. The hair needs to go, I need to see you clearly."

He brought over a stool and a small table. The table held a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a razor blade. She blanched as it came into view.

"Keep doing a great job of staying still and I'll get you silky smooth without any trouble. I have a steady hand and skilled fingers, which you'll soon experience." An arrogant smirk on his face.

She growled at him through the gag. He smothered her nether region with shaving cream taking great care to coat every part he wished to shave. The blade began to glide across her skin removing each section of hair with one pass, smoothing his fingers over the freshly shaved skin as he went. Roxana felt a long forgotten tightness forming in her belly with the caress of his fingers despite her humiliation. After a few minutes Axias had finished shaving her and used a wet towel to clean up.

"Now I can see it clearly" he beamed, his eyes filled with lust. He ran his fingers across her newly unhidden sex, pulling back her folds, examining her closer. She let out a muffled gasp as her clit was exposed to the air. "There it is, Master's most hidden mysterious spot. Looks sensitive... and now I get to know what it tastes like". Roxana yelled incoherent insults and protests through her gag, enraged. He looked up and gave her a mischievous smile before he clamped his mouth around her sex, he sucked and slurped like a starving man devouring a delicious feast. She ineffectually writhed and wriggled. Helplessly suspended as she was, trying to remove his mouth from her sex. He grabbed her ass with both hands, pinning her in place and putting a stop to her feeble attempt to resist. As he moved his lips up her sex and centred his focus on her sensitive nub, Roxana started letting out involuntary moans. She heard him let out a happy sigh and he began intensively kneading his hands into her buttocks.

When he felt the tension and fight leave her muscles he removed one of his hands from her ass and slipped two fingers into her sex and began gently pumping them inside her. He briefly withdrew his lips from her nub "Not untouched, guess it was naive of me to hope I'd be the first... ah well". He lamented before firmly securing his lips around her and redoubling his efforts. He focussed the caress of his fingers on the sensitive spot located on the front of her inner walls. When he felt her start to tremble, he gently nipped her nub which elicited a twitch and a quiet gagged squeal from Roxana. He speedily flicked his tongue on and around her nub as he aggressively thrust his fingers. She couldn't resist the natural urge to rock her hips as he foisted the sensations upon her. Her body overruled her desire to resist and a surge of pleasure ran up her spine and down to her toes leaving her limp and breathless.

Axias looked at her with a victoriously smug expression. "I did say I have skilled fingers... or perhaps you preferred my tongue?" She let her head roll back as it felt like too much effort to hold it up. She didn't want to look at Axias so she let him fall out of view. Axias on the other hand moved the stool and small table to the side and started to undress. Roxana refused to pay him any attention until she felt something prodding at her nether lips. Axias stood between her legs, his muscular torso on display and his face brimming with excited anticipation.

Roxana didn't clock exactly what he had been prodding her with, until he filled her to the brim and she felt the meet of his hips. She felt rage and a jolt of pleasure run through her. She gnashed at him, struggled, tried to crush what was between her legs. She tried to resist the only way she could. All she achieved was causing him to bite his lower lip.

He chuckled "Keep doing that, it feels amazing..." His expression darkened "... Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to be sheathed inside you like this? All that time in the temple, lessons with you were a struggle. You'd parade around in those trousers, the outline of your perfect, bouncy ass so clearly visible." He grasped his hands around her buttocks and squeezed tightly. "I was plagued with the urge to bend you over and bury myself between your legs. The knowledge that you were untouchable, beyond reach was torture. The only way I could deal with it was by sneaking off to the garden and relieving myself when the temptation was too much. I have waited so many years for this. To see your face as I fill you and I'm going to watch with joy as I make you come around my cock. Believe me when I say, you are going to be taking every scrap of the frustration you have caused me. Now I'm going to fuck your sopping wet insides"

Upon finishing this speech he withdrew his cock until the head remained, then slammed it back inside her. It made Roxana yelp and he kept slamming. Every other thrust forced her to let out a moan that she couldn't stop. She tried to maintain her rage filled glare at him but her body betrayed her. The surges of pleasure running through her with his every thrust caused her face to slacken and eyes become half lidded. Axias grunted with his efforts. The force of his hips smacking into hers caused Roxana to swing from the chains, making it easy to bury himself deep inside. Her moans and shaking limbs spurred him on. Roxana felt a further betrayal from her body as her hips began to grind against his when he bottomed out inside her. She couldn't help it when her sex began to tightly grip around him urging his manhood to release itself inside her. She groaned in frustration, because she didn't know if she even wanted to stop that from happening now, as the pleasure overwhelmed her and her hips started to tremble. Axias saw the signs of her impending climax and sped up his aggressive pounding. When she cried out and clenched around him, exploding in ecstasy, he quickly withdrew just before his own end and released himself in spurts covering her chest up to her face.

He stood there for a second running his fingers up her thighs, with a blissful, dopey expression as he admired the view. Roxana hung there breathless, tired, a relaxed look on her face while covered in his seed. After a minute or two she had recovered enough to look down and see the sticky fluid she felt coating her chest. Her expression changed to disgust then anger when she met his eyes.

He half heartedly rolled his eyes before giving her a smirk "Sorry about your new decoration, but we both know you enjoyed it. You might try to pretend otherwise, but the way you moved your hips and squeezed me..."

She muttered something incomprehensible, scrunched up her eyebrows then turned her face refusing to look at him.

He laughed. "Whatever you say. Let's get you cleaned up. I have something else in mind next."

He reached up and released one of her ankles from the cuffs, then the other. He left her standing on tiptoes as he walked over to a cupboard and grabbed some rope. He hooked it over his elbow as walked back over. He grasped her wrist as he freed it from its cuff, she wrenched it free and tried to strike him again. He narrowly dodged and grabbed her wrist wrapping a loop of rope around it and securing it to her opposing elbow.

He raised an eyebrow. "Still fighting me? I wouldn't expect any less."

He wrapped the rope loop around her wrist before unfastening the cuff completely preventing her from taking a swipe. She spat a barrage of angry insults as he tied her remaining wrist to her opposing elbow and bound her arms behind her back. The robe seemed to be made from a soft silken material so while it felt soft against her skin any tension made it bite. A silent discouragement from any struggling.

He led her over to a corner of the room with a table, a sink and a drain fitted into the floor. He grabbed a wet washcloth and began gently washing off the traces of his seed from her face and chest. She glared at him the entire time. Once he had finished he flashed her a devious smirk then twirled her around, bent her over the table and held her there. She yelled at him through the gag in protest.

"Relax" he giggled. "I'm just preparing you for what I have planned next". 'Easy for him to say' she thought, feeling the opposite of relaxed.

She felt something hard and metallic poking at her ring, when it entered, she flinched in response. Next she felt a flood of something cold and wet fill her back passage in a large quantity.

"It's just water, I need to get you nice and clean." He gleefully explained.

The cold realisation of what was about to happen next caused Roxana to tense as her insides became uncomfortably full. When the introduction of the fluid stopped she felt the hard metallic intrusion be removed. He stood her back up and had her stand above the drain in the floor.

"That's more than enough, a bit over a litre. Should've made you nice and clean. Come on time to let it out."

Roxana shook her head and growled at him. No, she wouldn't. She wasn't going to add to her humiliation by relieving herself in front of him. Nor was she going to make it easy for him to do what he planned next. She stood there with as much pride as she could manage glowering his way whilst her sphincter strained against the pressure inside.

Axias casually leaned against the wall with arms folded arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He had long mastered her lesson of patience. Even with her defiance eventually her body would fail to meet the demands of her will. It was only a matter of a short wait. Already she could feel her buttocks shaking as her ring struggled to contain the vast amount of water she was holding inside. She held out for several minutes before she felt her sphincter spasm and let out a small spurt. She realised she had reached her limit. Her choice was to either stay standing and soil herself or accept the inevitable. She begrudgingly squatted over the drain as the water came pouring out of her, suffering Axias mocking gaze in the process. Once finished she stood back up and resumed glowering at him.

He pulled her away from the drain and quickly wiped her down before dragging her over to a bed. He threw her onto it face down before pulling her back so her hips hung over the edge. Her knees didn't reach the floor and her legs could give her no purchase so he easily held her there with one hand and some body weight. He reached into a nearby drawer and appeared to pull out a couple of items.

He began "There was a mage who briefly came to court trying to curry favour with my father and the nobility. He turned out to be a talentless charlatan but he did have one invention that I found quite novel. I commissioned one just for you. I hope you like it."

He touched something that felt both strangely hard and soft against her nub. The touch against the sensitive spot made her instinctively jolt, then he whispered a word she didn't quite hear. The thing began to jiggle and vibrate, the sensation of it caused her to wriggle and groan.

He continued "Interesting isn't it, does that feel nice? I can adjust it if you like?" He muttered something under his breath and the intensity of the vibration increased massively. Roxana let out an involuntary squeak and struggled, trying to escape the overstimulation of her nub. "Too much? Okay I'll tone it down." He whispered and the vibration reduced. She let out a sigh of relief. He moved the thing away from her nub and placed it at her entrance, gently rubbing it up and down before sliding it inside. He positioned it so it was directly rubbing that sensitive spot inside. It was shaped oddly, if she squeezed it, it didn't get pushed out, it just increased the pressure on the sensitive spot. The sensation made her breathe deeper.

He grabbed the second item he had retrieved from the drawer, she heard him pop the stopper on a bottle. He spread her buttocks and poured something that felt warm and tingly on her ring, he smeared it on his fingers and spread it into her back passage as he inserted them. She mumbled protests through her gag as he pumped his increasingly slimy fingers in and out of her. He chuckled as he added another finger and increased his pace. After a couple of minutes his fingers were sliding without any resistance.

"I think you're ready for what's next" he whispered. She tried to gnash and throw insults but it was starting to feel futile.

He kicked her legs wide apart and she felt him rub his tip against her ring before he gently inserted it. Even with just the tip inside it was an uncomfortable intrusion. With her knees failing to reach the floor and her legs spread wide there wasn't an option to even offer token resistance. He continued to press himself into her until she felt his hips meet her ass and she groaned throughout. He sighed as he fully inserted himself. He leaned over and reached under her chin forcing her to look up at him.

In a mocking tone "The strict, uptight teacher has a tight ass, who'd have thought? Am I the only one who has stuck his cock in this hole?"

She initially ignored him. Looking up at him blankly. His expression grew dark. He ran his hand down to her throat.

"Answer me." He whispered. She begrudgingly nodded. His face grew a possessive smile. He withdrew his hips and started hammering into her ass. She initially groaned in discomfort but found a curious sensation building as his thrusts made her clench against the thing placed in her sex. To add to the mix of feeling assaulting her senses Axias started to spank her. He initially just spanked her once, but her muffled yelp and the way she had squeezed around him had been an immense turn on. So he kept doing it, not hard enough to hurt but it would make a satisfying noise as his palm slapped against her soft skin. As he continued pounding his hips into her the discomfort faded into something else that started to feel strangely pleasant. He paused his spanking to lean over to kiss and nip her neck. He reached one of his hands between her legs and began caressing her nub. Roxana panted, her soft moans audible through the gag reached Axias ears. He increased the pace of his hips and fingers determined to make her reach her peak in this humiliating position. He began to grunt with the exertion in turn she began to tremble. Her moans grew louder competing with the sound of Axias hips slapping into her buttocks. They were both approaching their finish.

Axias growled in her ear "I'm about to come in your ass... Master..."

She shook and clamped around him as she came from his fingers, the thing in her sex and his cock buried inside her. She let out a muffled squeal. Axias let out a loud grunt before he hammered himself deep and let out a gush of seed inside. Roxana felt his release of his warm fluid, she felt tired, exhausted like she had spent the whole day training. Axias lay on top of her, trying to recover his breath. After a minute he propped himself up and withdrew his length from inside her. He gazed at her rear, not quite closing fully enough to prevent his seed from escaping as it dripped out. He got up and retrieved a washcloth while Roxana hung off the edge of the bed panting. He wiped her clean and pushed her onto the bed so she could lay comfortably before wiping himself down.

He picked up his clothes and got dressed. He grabbed another piece of rope and returned to bind her knees together making her movement limited. Roxana perked up when she saw him walking to the door. She tried to yell through the gag that he can't just leave her in here especially with the magic device he'd left stuck between her legs. He walked back and leaned over her.

"I won't be long, there's something I have to attend to that I can't ignore... I would far rather stay here and keep playing with you..." he reached over, he roughly sucked on her nipple before gently biting it and withdrawing "... but I have to go sadly. That device is staying between your legs, I want you to be hot, wet and aching for it when I get back, even if you won't admit it." He walked to the door before turning back "See you later... master" his tone mocking. She screamed a litany of the foulest insults she could think of through the gag. He laughed "I'll miss you too". Then opened the door and locked it behind him.

Roxana lay on the bed alone; she tried to loosen her bonds and desperately struggled against them, but they wouldn't budge. All she achieved was painfully yanking her wrists and elbows. Next she tried to push out the thing in her sex, but with her legs pressed together there was no chance and all she succeeded in doing was teasing herself by squeezing the thing. There was nothing she could do but just lay there and wait. It was beyond frustrating, it was stimulating enough that she couldn't relax but not intense enough to satisfy. She was just stuck in this state of aroused limbo... this crazy arsehole prince. She cursed herself for falling into such a stupid trap she should have seen coming. There was no point dwelling on that now, a better use of time would be trying to work out how to get out of this. She spent her time trying to focus on planning her escape despite the major distraction between her legs. Eventually she heard the door unlock and the prince walked back in.

He ran his eyes up and down her nude form as if he hadn't seen it for an eternity. "Miss me?" He removed the top half of his clothing, grabbed another roll of rope and walked over to her on the bed. He rolled her onto her front and placed a knee on her back to pin her and started undoing the rope binding her knees "I'd have let you stay on your back if I could trust that you wouldn't have tried to knee me in the face" she silently cursed that he'd prevented her first plan of attack. Next he tied her ankles to her thighs and pushed her onto her knees finally securing each binding to her opposing elbow. When he flipped her onto her back again the exact purpose of his bindings became clear. Trussed like this her legs were secured so there was no way she could kick or close her legs without yanking on her elbows.

He seemed to appreciate his handiwork. He ran his hands up to her breasts. He grasped and caressed them, grazing his fingers across her skin. She tried not to look at him, so she seemed uninterested in what he was doing. He took this as a challenge. Her nipples were already hard. So as he rolled them between his fingers it didn't take much to get her to breathe a little deeper. He rolled them harder and saw her stomach muscles tense, betraying her pretense. He pinched one and clamped his mouth around the other, flicking his tongue against it. Roxana couldn't help the urge to pant, what he was doing to her nipples sent impulses between her legs to clench. He lavishly sucked her nipple relishing the feel of it against his tongue, giving it the occasional nip between his teeth. He ran his free hand between her legs and pinched her nub. She let out something between a moan and a yelp. He began flicking his finger across it. She kept moaning and looked him in the eye. He pulled his mouth from her nipple

"I'd bet you've spent so long feeling teased that this sensitive little nub has been begging to be touched." He smirked

He trailed his lips down her stomach to the top of her sex. He used his fingers to pull back the hood on her nub as he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking as he did earlier. Roxana hips bucked and he giggled, sending little shocks through her. She kept looking into his eyes as he sucked her, she didn't bother trying to suppress her moans anymore, she couldn't if she wanted to. With the thing inside her gently massaging her inside, he didn't need to slide his fingers between her legs. So he slid his hands back up to her breasts, lightly pinching and teasing her nipples. She felt her peak fast approaching and she wasn't going to fight it. She squeezed inside and gently ground against Axias mouth. She whined as she was almost there when... he stopped. He withdrew his mouth and hands from her body. He just kneeled between her legs and looked at her smug expression on his face. He reached up behind her head and finally removed the gag.

After quickly adjusting to having her mouth free from the gag for the first time in what felt like hours, she barked "LET ME GO YOU WALKING SHIT STAIN!" still panting from his touch.

He laughed "... after all the pampering I've given you? You wound me. You've enjoyed being here with me, I know you have."

"No I haven't, you lunatic!"

He gave her a smug knowing smile "Let's see I have made you come..." he made a show of counting on his fingers "... one, two, three times and..." he moved his face close to hers and whispered "... we both know I was about to do it a fourth... and you wanted it so badly."

A flush of embarrassment spread across her face and looked away. "Nothing will change the fact you betrayed me, drugged me and forced this on me. You are definitely my worst student" She looked back with a face like thunder.

His expression became somber then changed to something manic "I'm just a very bad man, I saw no other way to make you mine. You'd never be seduced, you had to be conquered. so I'll just have to win you over. Guess I'll start by getting you to admit that you want me to make you come..." he ran his thumb across her lower lip "... then make you come so much you'll miss me when I'm not buried between your legs."

She was astounded, yet his words caused her to subconsciously squeeze between her legs. "I think you are actually insane!" she gulped.

His gaze was lustful and domineering. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "From now on you don't come unless you beg for it" Her eyes widened at his words.

He reached between her legs and retrieved the device he had stuck between. He stepped off the bed, pulled off his boots and trousers before returning to kneel between her legs again. He rubbed the head of his cock against her sex, then plunged inside to the hilt. She lightly spasmed, she was feeling sensitive and the feeling of him filling her was tantalising.

"You... mad... bastard!" she said through a tensed jaw trying not to betray how good that just felt.

"Just admit you like the feel of me as much as I enjoy being inside you."

He drew his hips back and began smashing them, driving his manhood deep into her. "Great thing about you... being tied in this position... you can't close your legs and my... every thrust... rubs that little sweet spot inside... Must be sensitive... after all the teasing it's had... must feel good... bet you feel like... you want to come?"

She could only let out a guttural moan in response. She closed her eyes, ground her hips against him and squeezed... so close she was just about to... he stopped his hips. She opened her eyes, he looked at her frustrated face looking smug.

"I said, very clearly, you don't come until you beg."

He gently grinded into her, slowly, torturously. As she receded away from her peak he started to pick up the pace again. He grabbed her hips and lifted them. The angle further rubbed against that sweet spot inside. Shocks of pleasure ran through her as he pushed her to ecstasy. She had no purchase to move her hips, she could only tremble and shake. As she felt her peak approaching, while he drove himself inside her she tried to resist moaning and squeezing him. If she could trick him, she could reach that peak without giving him what he wanted. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't help herself. She whined and clamped down upon him, just before she was almost... he stopped. She roared in frustration.

With the same smug look on his face "You know my terms... master."

He dropped her hips and flipped her onto her knees, her ass facing towards him. He gave it a loud smack forcing a groan from her. He mounted her nestling himself deep between her legs. He crushed their hips together, slowly rotating them to nurture the ache within her. With the side of her face pressed against the sheet she let out a needful whine. He spanked her ass again, she lightly squeezed him as a knee jerk reaction.

He chuckled "The great Iron Maven, loves being bent over and being spanked while fucked deep. Teenage me would have creamed at the thought. Yet here I am balls deep inside you..." he slapped her ass again, receiving a squeeze in response "... spanking your delectable ass."

She flushed in embarrassment "shut up!"

He pushed her down onto the bed stopping just before the binding pulled on her elbows. She needed to keep her ass up to prevent that uncomfortable pull. It forced her to tense the muscles in her thighs and buttocks. Which in turn meant she clamped hard around Axias' cock as he pumped in and out of her. She let out a series of trembling whimpers.

"I do love how tightly you're squeezed around me like this, but it's going to be hard to tell exactly when to stop... so perhaps I should just stop now?" he teased

"... please..."

He slowed into a grind as he moved his face closer to her "oh?"

"... please... don't... stop"

He withdrew, flipped her onto her back and looked directly at her face with his manhood poised to enter her sex.

"What do you need to say?" His jaw tensed

She panted. "It feels good. Please make me come... I beg you"

He'd heard enough. He drove himself deep inside and started aggressively slapping his hips against her. She moaned and whimpered as he quickly led her to her peak, trembling when he was buried up to the hilt. She reached the precipice, coasting on a higher level than anything she'd reached thus far.

He whispered "Take your pleasure... and my seed."

Her eyes widened. She barely had to think, 'No! He can't plant his seed inside me!' A grin smeared across his face as he slammed deep inside her, she exploded with ecstasy as her orgasm took her. She screamed as her internal muscles clamped around him. With a grunt and a groan he exploded within her, laying his seed deep inside. She felt the heat as he finished spurting. Whilst she was still drunk from the afterglow, he lay his lips upon hers and found her yielding. He gently parted her mouth and gave her a possessive, dominant yet tender kiss. As their lips parted he only had a second to register the unbridled rage on her face before she headbutted him, smashing her forehead onto the bridge of his nose.

"Ah! Fuck!" As he recoiled back, rubbing his tender, now swelling nose.

"YOU CAME INSIDE ME! YOU PIG BASTARD!" She yelled with venom.

He quickly recovered his smug attitude "Of course..." he climbed on top of her keeping his face out of range of another headbut. " You begged me to make you come... so I came inside. It's a long standing desire of mine. If my child takes root even better... especially if it means you'd have to marry me."

"You are insane! No!"

He looked down at her longingly "Well love makes people insane. My love for you is jealous, possessive and unending. I want to dominate your body, make you crave me like I crave you. I want to fill you with so much pleasure that whenever you think of me your sex aches with desire that only I can sate. I am willing to devote lifetimes to making you mine..." He ran his fingers across her body. "... so even if that's your answer today, there's always tomorrow. I cleared my schedule. So I plan to spend as much of it as is humanly possible buried between your legs, I will have you screaming my name by sundown... But for now let's sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."He undid the bindings around her legs and re-tied them around her knees. He also rebound her arms in front of her. "Should be more comfortable for you to sleep like this, sweet dreams" he gave her a peck on the cheek before wrapping her arms around her and snuggling.

Roxana lay there a torrent of emotion running through her mind. The forefront of which was the need to escape from the clutches of this lunatic crown prince. But the day was catching up with her, her desire to plot was overruled by her exhaustion as her eyelids grew heavy and sleep claimed her as she lay in his arms.