Hey all – Been a minute since I up to date this story. It is a excessive fantasy story set within the fantasy world of Atalantahna. For the plot to make sense, please take a look at “Woman Mielikki’s Amulet, Ch. 01,” and “Ch.02” as nicely. When you’re simply right here for the kink although, knock your self out. All characters are over 18. This story goes *actually* exhausting on the sweat fetish stuff, in addition to ft/ass worship, and in addition cuckoldry stuff, so if none of that’s your factor, you won’t be a fan. As at all times, that is fantasy – it says nothing about my precise views on issues in actual life – however…let’s hope it is filthy fucking sizzling fantasy.
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Tofi had Woman Mielikki’s chamber pot nearly clear when he heard the door open downstairs.
Wednesdays had been often one of many heavier cleansing days as a result of Woman Mielikki tended to be out of the home for longer between work on the Archive of Hela Metropolis after which her social engagements afterwards. It meant he did not get in her means when he was washing her garments or, as now, cleansing the chamber pots.
However no matter the place he was within the cleansing, he knew Woman Mielikki anticipated him to greet her on the door when she entered. It wasn’t a chore; he hadn’t been ready to consider anything all day — not throughout the hours he’d spent on his knees scrubbing the flooring or washing the undergarments solely her Man, Ullr, received to see her in anymore — however he suspected she’d turned his arousal up on Cuckold Amulet no less than a notch or two. He hadn’t floor his enamel towards the arousal in his core this a lot since he’d been nullified.
It had taken awhile to regulate to having his penis eliminated by an irreversible spell. The Witch’s ritual had, in fact, left him in a perpetual state of arousal and frustration, his physique screaming for an outlet that now not existed. True to her phrase, Woman Mielikki had been, by and enormous, truthful (not {that a} cuckold ought to ever have the temerity to query their cuckoldress, Tofi knew) and hadn’t toyed along with his Cuckold Amulet merely for her sadistic amusement. Woman Mielikki wasn’t that merciless, or no less than, she wasn’t *often* that merciless. The one occasions she’d used his Cuckold Amulet to ratchet up his want for an orgasm he would by no means obtain was as a punishment — he’d damaged a goblet or forgotten a chore. He understood that and, no less than conceptually, he additionally understood that was The Witch’s nullification ritual, cursing him with all of the servile mannerisms of a canine wanting to obey no matter the way it was handled.
Nevertheless it nonetheless did not change the truth that he nonetheless thought Woman Mielikki was perhaps the attractive particular person he’d ever met, and serving her nonetheless felt like an honor, even when it damage or was humiliating within the second.
And even when she did deal with him as one thing akin to her private plaything. Woman Mielikki was by no means a lot for witchcraft — she’d hypnotize him once in a while with a number of charmed anklets — however lately she had tried her hand at a small-time spell. It was one thing Duchess Cybele, the true sorceress in that friendship, had proven her, one thing designed to be used particularly on Nullified Cuckolds. She’d forged a Curse of Sensitivity on him, which meant not solely did he really feel the necessity to cum continually, it was worsened by the slightest brush of something towards his balls. Like his tunic. It had solely been a number of days, however already she’d caught him unable to assist himself, reaching beneath the hem of his pink tunic for something resembling aid. She appeared to take pleasure in it.
And even now, as he opened the entrance door to Woman Mielikki’s manor, he nonetheless forged a fast look down at his tunic and floor his enamel towards the burning want he felt in his groin.
He opened the door and greeted Woman Mielikki, nonetheless wearing an outfit acceptable for the Archive of Hela Metropolis, albeit an informal one: a short-sleeved shirt and a brief skirt, over her excessive leather-based boots. These had been the most well liked days of the summer season, however even Tofi knew the Mistress of the Archives had her guidelines about how students needed to be dressed in the event that they had been to enter the constructing’s halls.
“Good night, My Woman,” Tofi mentioned, and knelt in entrance of her.
“Good to see you, Tofi,” she mentioned, and bent to kiss him on the brow, a strand of sweat-damp golden hair brushing Tofi’s face as she did. “Goddess, I’ve had a day.”
“I guess, my Woman,” Tofi mentioned.
Even from right here he may scent the sharp — however not disagreeable — aroma of her physique, drenched in sweat after an extended day in an Atalantahnan summer season.
She stepped inside, into the principle entryway of the home and spun, the skirt splaying out round her waist and revealing the tight, corded muscle of her thighs as she did.
“The home appears to be like clear, cuckold,” she mentioned. “And it smells so recent too. I take it you used a few of the pine The Witch despatched over?”
Tofi winced at point out of The Witch — he could not assist however consider her Nullification Ritual as nicely — however he nodded.
“Sure, Woman Mielikki,” he mentioned. “I lit the candles simply this morning. They had been top quality.”
“I am going to should ship you over to her to say thanks,” Woman Mielikki mentioned with a teasing wink. “I am certain she’d like to see you once more, after condemning you to a lifetime of sexual frustration and a burning want to serve me. She’s talked about to me a number of occasions how a lot enjoyable she had with you.”
Tofi swallowed exhausting. “Sure, My Woman.”
Woman Mielikki paused, stood within the middle of the room, her arms on her hips, and cocked her head, as if pondering. She pursed her lips, and Tofi’s heartrate elevated. He could not learn her like this.
” Tofi,” she mentioned. “You’ve got been exceptionally good these days. I used to be even imply to you and I forged the Curse of Sensitivity on you, only for enjoyable. It did not section you in any respect, although you had been so cute in how annoyed you bought. Or, fairly, how annoyed you continue to *are.*
“And I have not been capable of speak to you about this a lot, however issues have been extraordinarily irritating these days. Queen Feronia has all the students within the Archives roughly on a regular basis now, and he or she’s additionally gearing the Military of Atalantahna up for one thing huge. I am unable to say an excessive amount of but however…I am drained, my little cuckold. I spent 12 hours within the Archives at present, after which one other two on the archery vary. In these boots, as a result of the rattling Mistress of the Archives wont allow us to put on sandals. Even on this warmth. So.”
She paused, put two fingers to her lips in thought.
“I’m going to make use of you to assist me relieve some stress,” she mentioned. “However I believe it is going to be a reward for you too. I…”
She paused, then walked towards him and put two fingers below his chin, raised his eyes to hers.
“I am not going to humiliate you,” she mentioned. “I am not going to show this right into a torture session for you. You’ve got been good, and I simply wish to chill out on a sizzling summer season night with my cuckold. How does that sound, Tofi?”
She bent down and gave him a smooth kiss on the lips.
Tofi resisted the urge to move out from pure pleasure. “Stunning, My Woman,” he whispered.
“Good,” she mentioned. “Go get two goblets from the kitchen and the wine from final evening, then meet me within the bed room.”
She will need to have caught the apprehension in his gaze, as a result of she smiled, apologetic.
“The 2 goblets are for you and me, cuckold,” she mentioned. “It is simply us tonight. I promise.”
It needed to be a dream, Tofi thought. It *had* to be a dream.
It wasn’t although.
He retrieved the bottle and the 2 goblets from the kitchen, then climbed the steps to the bed room. Woman Mielikki had closed the shutters however the sizzling summer season breeze nonetheless hissed its means into the room, smelling of lilacs and honeysuckle. He set the wine and the goblets on the bedside desk.
Woman Mielikki had splayed herself out on her abdomen on the fourposter mattress, face buried within the blankets, her ft — nonetheless clad in her boots — within the air above her. She seemed up when Tofi entered.
After which a block of ice dropped into his intestine, as a result of she had his Cuckold Amulet in her arms. He would have acknowledged that heart-shaped sapphire anyplace.
A teasing smile crossed her lips.
“Don’t be concerned, cuckold,” she mentioned. “That is your reward, bear in mind? You’ve got been good. Right here…”
She sat up, put the Cuckold Amulet within the lap of her skirt.
“Let’s take away that Curse of Sensitivity,” she mentioned, and snapped her fingers, however not and not using a giggle. “I am sorry, Tofi, however that was enjoyable. I am remembering that one. I might need to make use of it as a punishment. Or…”
She paused.
“I’d make you thank Cybele for it,” she mentioned. “Would not that be one thing? If I despatched you throughout Hela Metropolis to personally thank each lady on my behalf who gave me concepts on tease and torment you?”
Tofi blinked, and now Woman Mielikki laughed.
“Irrespective of,” she mentioned. “We do not have to determine that out tonight. Tonight I wish to make you’re feeling good.”
She paused.
“Or pretty much as good as you’ll be able to really feel,” she mentioned, and brushed her fingers throughout the Cuckold Amulet in her lap.
Tofi gasped. Every part — the agony of needing to cum; the merest brush of the tunic towards his pores and skin sending him right into a spiral of arousal; the marrow-deep craving for an orgasm — pale.
Aid. Or no less than, the closest factor to aid because the Nullification Ritual.
He blinked. Woman Mielikki smiled at him.
“Come right here, cuckold,” she mentioned. “I wish to kiss you. Come assist me relieve some stress.”
He did not should be informed twice. He slid onto the mattress subsequent to her and he or she took his face in her arms after which kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth, her arms throughout his physique in a means they hadn’t been in a very long time. He breathed deep, and the scent of her physique — her sweat — stuffed his senses.
She bit his lip. Exhausting.
He yelped and gave an involuntary pullback.
She was laughing now.
“I imply, I wish to chunk you too,” she mentioned. “However solely a bit of.”
She kissed him on the lips once more.
“Cuckold, my again and my shoulders are killing me,” she mentioned. “I need you to rub them for me. I do know you are good at that as a result of I skilled you. After which after that, I need you to lick the sweat from each a part of my physique. Each single half. It was so sizzling at present, Tofi. It was scorching within the *Archives.* That was earlier than the hours I spent on the archery vary, within the solar. And Queen Feronia was…so fucking imply at present. No breaks, no nothing.”
She checked out him with large inexperienced eyes, her greatest teasing look.
“Are you able to make my exhausted, sweaty physique really feel any higher, cuckold?” She requested.
“The considered you doing that turns me on. It’d make me cum. I believe it turns you on too though…”
She paused.
“I believe no less than *one* of us ought to get to cum, do not you?”
Tofi took a shallow breath, his heartbeat in his ears now.
“Sure My Woman.”
“I’ve turned your Amulet down so far as I can,” she mentioned, and winked, then rolled over onto her abdomen once more, rested her face on her forearms. “I do know it is at all times going to torture you no less than a bit of bit, however are you ever going to disclaim I took care of you?”
He put his arms beneath her shirt and slid it up over her shoulders and arms, exposing her glistening, sweat-slick again within the amber glow of the summer season sundown filtered by way of the room’s shutters.
“No My Woman,” he whispered. “I am not.”
He lifted the sweat-damp mass of her hair off her again, and raised it to his nostril as he did, tried to cover it.
She laughed.
“Did you simply scent my sweaty hair?” She requested.
“I…”
“You are so cute, cuckold,” she mentioned. “You are going to like this much more than I believed.”
He put his arms on her shoulders, his thumbs on the insides of her shoulder blades, and commenced to rub. He paused, then saved going.
“Goddess….” He whispered.
He’d given Woman Mielikki massages earlier than. However he’d by no means felt her again this knotted and tight earlier than.
“Yeah, that hurts,” she mentioned, her eyes closed.
“Would you like me to cease?” He requested.
“No, no cuckold,” she mentioned, nonetheless not opening her eyes. “It feels good too. I simply…I have been sitting at a desk wanting over scrolls for 12 hours a day for the previous two weeks, after which doing archery when I’ve any free time. It takes its toll. Push tougher.”
He did, kneading towards the bunched up muscle tissue in her shoulders and higher again, the locations simply beneath her neck. Once in a while she’d hiss out between her enamel, however she at all times requested him to maintain going.
“All of it sounded so nice,” she whispered, eyes closed, as Tofi continued his therapeutic massage. “You may be one of many elite girls in Atalantahna, they mentioned. Make necessary state choices, do necessary analysis, create ripples in politics and historical past, they mentioned. You may have facetime with Queen Feronia Herself. An elite scholar and warrior, abruptly. You may have a cuckold to serve you and a Man to fuck and all the facility and affect and cash you might presumably need.”
She paused.
“Somewhat decrease, cuckold,” she whispered, and he moved right down to her decrease again.
“Goddess, fuck, proper there, please,” she mentioned, and he pressed tougher, simply above her belt at her hips. “I’ve to discover a completely different approach to sit and take a look at scrolls; that is destroying me.”
“I am sorry, My Woman,” Tofi mentioned.
“Mmm,” she responded, eyes closed and for the following couple of minutes he puzzled if she’d fallen asleep, no less than till she spoke subsequent.
“It is all…” she paused, opened her eyes as if attempting to determine whether or not to maintain going, then closed them once more. “It is all the things they informed me it might be. It simply received critical actually fast, and I…”
However she did not end that sentence.
She paused, after which she snickered, rolled over beneath him, and pulled him down by his hair for an additional lengthy kiss.
“Thanks for the therapeutic massage, cuck,” she whispered. “You are candy. I need you to lick all of the sweat off my physique now. Every part caked on in spite of everything that point in that insanely sizzling Archives constructing and all these hours on the archery vary. And…nicely…”
She snickered and kissed him once more.
“I went to go see Ullr too, throughout luncheon on the Archives,” she mentioned. “So…I need you to lick up his cum too. Sort of salty and sweaty and…you understand.”
She gave him a delicate pat on the cheek.
“You’ve got tasted all of it sufficient occasions.”
Tofi nodded. “Sure My Woman.”
“Good boy.”
She raised her arms above her head, tangled her arms in her damp hair.
“Begin with my pits,” she mentioned, and nodded to at least one armpit. “It feels so good to have your tongue there after…mmmm.”
She’d paused as a result of Tofi had, certainly, put his tongue towards the slick pores and skin of her armpit. He licked; it tasted salty and the scent of it stuffed his senses.
“That feels sooooo good, cuckold,” she whispered, eyes closed once more.
“Yeah?” He requested. “Simply you wait.”
She laughed.
“Are you speaking again to me?” She requested, eyes nonetheless closed, all however stoned with pleasure. “I can snap my fingers and have that Curse of Sensitivity again on you in two seconds. I nonetheless have your Cuckold Amulet in my hand. I can plunge you into the worst sexual frustration anybody in Atalantahna has ever recognized. I *do* choose up some magic, finding out all these scrolls.”
Tofi sighed, however he sighed round his outstretched tongue, as a result of he hadn’t been allowed to lick Woman Mielikki’s physique in far too lengthy.
She was proper although.
“I am sorry, My Woman,” he mentioned. “I meant no disrespect.”
“I believed so,” she mentioned. “Different pit, cuckold.”
He switched, and once more dove deep into the hole of her armpit. She’d bathed this morning; he’d heard her. She bathed each morning. Both the Archives of Hela Metropolis had been furnace-hot or the archery vary had been hotter than he’d anticipated or perhaps each. By no means in Tofi’s life may he bear in mind a deal with this torturous earlier than.
“,” she mentioned, and now she regarded him with a lazy, happy emerald stare. “I believe I’ve complained to you sufficient in regards to the gown code the Mistress of the Archives holds us all to. However I believe the worst half about it’s that she will not allow us to put on sandals within the Archives — it is solely leather-based boots or felt slip-ons or some other sort of shoe that simply makes your foot dissipate. After which *I* get despatched to the archery vary proper after work within the Archives, and all the opposite ladies there get to put on sandals, as a result of they’re military girls. And Goddess, cuckold, my ft are simply burning up. The considered you loving on them makes me completely satisfied. And I sort of suppose you would possibly prefer it too.”
“Sure My Woman,” Tofi replied. “Thanks, My Woman.”
“Take off my boots,” she mentioned. “I wore stockings at present, and I need you to rub your face towards them for a bit — as a result of it does really feel good — however you are going to should put them apart afterward as a result of…I imply…they’ll must dry out.”
Tofi slipped off her boots, slid them down her sweat-drenched calves and shins.
“Face in these boots, Tofi,” she mentioned above him, and snapped her fingers.
He’d been lulled right into a false sense of safety, however in fact Woman Mielikki was and at all times could be his Woman, his cuckoldress. He needed to obey her. Typically it damage however typically — like now — he may uncover a deep, darkish present of enjoyment beneath the fixed, ever-present, stinging itch on the floor of his mind, the necessity to cum he’d by no means fulfill now. He pressed his face into her boots.
Their aroma was sharp, minimize with damp leather-based and one thing saltier and extra acidic. All of it turned him on. All of it turned him on greater than he’d been turned on by the Curse of Sensitivity or the Cuckold Amulet. Possibly as a result of it was extra genuine — Woman Mielikki had minimize the spell and turned down the Amulet — or perhaps it was simply that, for some purpose, he liked her scent, however Tofi had by no means needed anybody extra.
She had flipped herself over and now rested on her elbows, smiling down at him on the foot of the mattress.
“Good boy, Tofi,” she mentioned. “Get your face in these stockings now. Fuck…”
She rolled her ankles and giggled.
“You are going to should peel these stockings off,” she mentioned. “Gross.”
Tofi put his face towards the skinny cloth of her stockings and kissed her soles. The scent was past overpowering; it dominated all his senses.
“Breathe deep cuckold,” Woman Mielikki mentioned, however he may hear the smile in her voice. “None of this pathetic wimpy sniffing.”
Tofi nodded and took an extended, deeper breath.
He’d by no means smelled her ft this sturdy earlier than. He paused, took his face away for a second.
“No,” she mentioned, and he knew that tone in her voice. “Preserve your face towards my sole. You reside to serve me, and I am ordering you to do that now. And you understand I like any excuse to make use of considered one of my whips, bitch. You are fortunate I am drained.”
She hooked her different foot behind his neck and compelled his face again into her different foot. Tofi let loose a slight gasp — she’d by no means used that maneuver on him earlier than, however Woman Mielikki was sturdy sufficient to carry him in that place utilizing simply her ft and legs till the tip of time. He didn’t consider he may have escaped even when he’d needed to.
Woman Mielikki laughed.
“You overlook this at your peril, cuckold,” Woman Mielikki mentioned, “however that is the truth of serving a member of the warrior scholar-princess class. I can *at all times* use my information of martial arts towards you. Breathe deeper. I wish to hear it. If I needed to work up this sweat on that damned archery vary within the hottest a part of the day then you are going to scent it.”
Not that Tofi had a lot of a alternative. He closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he may for a number of extra breaths, nostril and cheeks rising slick together with her sweat.
“All proper,” she mentioned. “Take them off. My ft are so cramped and sore and I want you to like on them.”
She eliminated her different foot from the again of his head and Tofi gasped. She laughed as he did.
“Do not make me put you in that ankle lock once more,” she mentioned. “The stockings Tofi. Take them down.”
Tofi did as she requested, peeling the soaked cloth from her legs and ankles and ft.
It wasn’t simply that the scent was sturdy — as in, fill-up-the-room-strong — nevertheless it was additionally that it was extraordinarily arousing. No matter aid she might need granted him by eradicating the spell and turning down his arousal on the Cuckold Amulet was gone. Tofi was *ravenous* to really feel and expertise all of her.