Re: Evelen (Tiffanian)
Evelen tried her best to focus on her spell, but the devious throne didn’t give her nearly enough time. She was made to orgasm again and again, always a bit before she would have been able to cast her spell, each peak more powerful than the last. She came down a little less each time as well, her pleasure floor raised a little higher each time the machine made her cum. The thrusts felt so good, her pussy and her ass stuffed so perfectly full, the little bumps and nubs on the dildos stroking all of the most sensitive areas inside of her as they stopped just short of going too deep to be comfortable. The arms of the throne were even playing with her breasts rather skillfully, groping them firmly and pinching her nipples just hard enough to send shocks of pleasure running through her. She though it couldn’t get worse for her concentration, right up until the dildos began to vibrate inside of her.
Evelen groaned out in frustration before cumming hard, her back arching as much as it could while restrained so. This was bad; she was starting to feel way too good, and the orgasms were starting to come entirely too quickly for her to try and get her spell off between them. Another two orgasms, and her juices were literally running down off the chair into a puddle at her feet. If she hadn’t gone through so many sexual experiences and so much training, her mind would probably already have turned to mush. Suddenly the whole throne began to vibrate along with the thick members inside of her, and she laid her head back on it as her eyes rolled back into her head briefly. The massage was very relaxing, and quite lewd at the same time, driving her to another quick and intense peak before regained her will to fight it again.
Evelen couldn’t tell how much time had passed now, no idea how many times she had cum, and she was so incredibly aroused and hungry from the meal hovering right in front of her nose. She shuddered as she felt another piece of the throne pinch her clit gently, rubbing and stroking it with some measure of skill, and almost instantly had her most powerful orgasm of the encounter. The brunette’s mouth was hanging open, drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and running down her chin and onto her chest as she fought to retain her sanity. She could feel herself losing the battle, that one more peak would break her mind again, but she focused as hard as she could; her mind was briefly drawn to the memory of her training with the headmistress, of performing a spell while sucking off the giant minotaur while the two girls pleasured her, and even if it had been difficult she had managed it. She could surely do it now, when it counted for something, right?
Sure enough, Evelen pulled the spell off at the last moment possible, an explosion disabling the machine and freeing her of the restraints. The throne was damaged, but not so much that it wouldn’t work in the future if she wanted it to. The desk, however, was destroyed, the food she was drooling over laying on the floor now. She almost wanted to get down on hands and knees and eat it off the ground, dirty though it doubtlessly was, but even hungry as she was she managed to keep from doing so. Of course, now the trapdoor in the floor was beginning to open, and she really didn’t want to figure out what was coming out of that. She got up off the dildos carefully, gathering up the book and box if they were still intact, and began to move as quickly as she could towards the door, pulling the gun out of the pack again to defend herself in case she ran into anything. Surely there wasn’t anything behind the door, though, since it hadn’t come after her despite all the noise that had been coming from both the opening door and her own mouth, and if it wanted to trap her, surely the dildo throne was a good enough trap…