Chapter 21: Angela gains magic and power at expense of pride.
The air in Edgar's throne room was thick with tension and desire as Angela stood in front of the throne, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around at the sea of faces, her friends all looking expectantly at her. Emily's eyes were narrowed with barely concealed jealousy, while Jessica's face was flushed with excitement.
Angela took a deep breath and began to sing. Her voice was like liquid gold, flowing over the assembled crowd and enchanting them with its beauty.
Permission to cum was about how she needed Edgar’s permission and she needed regular punishments when she came without getting it.
She'd often beg him to allow her to climax, her voice dripping with desperation and lust. He always teased her relentlessly for her horniness, but she couldn’t help it.
Her songs were powerful spells, and the notes danced through the room, casting a spell on everyone who heard them. They wrapped around Edgar in particular, sending shivers down his spine. The lyrics were about a submissive slut who gets punished every time she comes without permission.
She needed to beg and plead for her master's blessing before allowing herself to cum, and he loved to watch her squirm and writhe in pleasure. Each note of Angela's voice sent shivers down the audience's spines, and they couldn't help but feel an undefined desire welling up within them.
As the song reached its climax, Angela dropped to her knees, a shocked expression on her face as she looked up at Edgar, who was smirking at her greedily.
He gave her a wink and a nod, and Angela's face split into a wide grin. She reveled in the sensation of submission, and she couldn't help but feel her pussy growing wet at the thought of being Edgar's owned slut.
Edgar's smiled widened as he took in Angela's submissive pose, his cock growing hard in his pants. He loved when his sluts begged for his permission, it turned him on like nothing else. "Please, Master," Angela whispered, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Please, give me permission to cum."
Edgar chuckled darkly and leaned back in his throne. He could feel the power surging through him like never before. All of these simpering, obedient whores were his to command, and they knew it deep within the core of their beings.
"You're such a desperate little slut, aren't you, Angela?" Edgar smirked as his gaze roved over her hungrily.
"Oh, you need permission to cum, do you? Well, I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see, I like to keep my whores on their toes. And I have a feeling that you, Angela, are in for a special treat."
Angela swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel herself growing aching between the legs as Edgar's words washed over her. She couldn't help but imagine what he had in mind for her, and her mind raced with anticipation.
She knew that whatever it was, she would submit to him willingly, eagerly, and with every fiber of her being.
"Now, An@Slutty storyteller collar @Camera gela," Edgar spoke with a tone of command that reverberated through the room, "I want you to bend over the throne and spread your legs. I want to see all of you - everything that makes you a woman. And when I'm done looking, I'll decide if I'll grant your wish or not."
The room was deathly silent as An@Side bitch Queen gela complied, her heart beating a million miles a minute as she obeyed his commands.
And she didn't care what anyone else thought, not her friends, not the people who would judge her for being such a slutty little whore.
She just wanted to be used, to be fucked hard and roughly, to be made to cum like the dirty little slut she was. And if that meant beg for permission to cum, then so be it. She would do whatever it took to be used by Edgar, the hottest bard in all of Dragonlance.
As she held Edgar's gaze, Angela could feel her heart racing with excitement.
She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she knew that she had to. She needed Edgar's permission to cum more than anything in the world.
"Please, Master," Angela begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please, let me cum. I need it so badly. I promise to be a good little slut for you if you just let me feel that sweet release."
Edgar's eyes blazed with desire as he looked Angela up and down.
She was wearing nothing but a tight leather corset, stockings, and stiletto heels, her ample breasts bouncing as she moved.
"What have we here?" he asked, his voice dripping with sexual intent. "A delicious little morsel begging to be devoured?"
Angela curtsied, her eyes lowered demurely. "Yes, Master. I am your servant, ready and willing to pleasure you in any way you desire."
Edgar's cock twitched in response, quivering with anticipation.
"Very well, cutie.
You want to be my fuckhole for the day? I'm down for it." Edgar grinned wolfishly and stood up from his throne, sauntering over to Angela.
Angela's pussy clenched in expectation, a gush of wetness seeping out onto her leather thong. She nodded eagerly, her breath hitching as Edgar's hands roamed over her curves.
Edgar's strong fingers grasped her ass cheeks roughly, giving them a squeeze before sliding around to toy with her soaked pussy lips.
"You really want me to use you like the dirty little whore you are, don't you?" he taunted, his hot breath tickling her ear.
Angela whimpered in response, her hips bucking as she tried to grind her pussy against Edgar's hand. "Yes, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I need it so bad, master."
Edgar chuckled and gave her an experimental spank. "You like that, slut?
You like it when I spank you like the dirty little whore you are?" Edgar continued, his tone dripping with amusement and lust.
Angela nodded eagerly, her eyes rolling back in her head as Edgar's fingers plunged inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.
"Beg for it, Angela. Beg for my permission to cum," Edgar growled, his fingers moving in and out of her with expert precision.
"You need it so badly, you filthy little cumslut."
Angela's mind was reeling, every thought consumed by the intense pleasure radiating from her pussy. Her body trembled with desire as she looked up at her master, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please, master," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please let me cum. I need to feel it so badly. I'll do anything you want, I swear.
Just let me cum, please."
Edgar grinned wickedly, his fingers still buried deep inside Angela's soaking wet pussy.
"Well, you are a slutty little bitch, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I like it. I like it a lot."
He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with relish. Angela watched him hungrily, her hips still bucking involuntarily.
She needed him to give her what she wanted more than anything in the world.
"Please, Master," Angela continued, her voice shaking. "I'm begging you. Just give me permission to cum already. I need it so badly, master."
Edgar chuckled and reached down, grasping her breasts roughly. "You're such a needy little slut, aren't you? You can't even wait a few more seconds to feel that sweet release?"
Angela shook her head frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. "No, please.
I need to cum now, master," Angela begged, her voice dripping with desperation and lust. "I can't take it anymore. My pussy is so fucking wet and aching for your cock, master. I'll do anything you want, just please, let me cum."
Her words were like fuel for the fire that burned in Edgar's loins. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate to be buried deep inside Angela's tight, wet pussy. But he was determined to make her wait, to make her beg and plead some more.
He wanted to hear those filthy little words pour out of her mouth, to hear her admit just how much of a slutty whore she really was.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I say 'a few more seconds'? I meant 'a few more minutes', my sweet little fuckdoll," Edgar said with a wicked grin.
Angela's whole body shook at his words, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She could feel her orgasm building up inside her, every nerve ending in her body screaming for release.
She needed it so badly; she felt like she would die if she didn't cum soon.
"Please, master," Angela gasped, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Please, I beg you. Let me cum. I'll do anything you want."
Edgar chuckled darkly, his fingers still buried deep inside Angela's pussy. "Not yet, my sweet little whore," he said with a wicked smile. "You haven't earned it yet.
Pad Pad Pad," Edgar smirked, shooting another condescending glance towards the Padawan, who stood drenched in humiliation. Angry red blotches blossomed across her cheeks under the harsh lights. Anger boiled in her chest, fueled by emotions such as shame and embarrassment.
Her mind raced, wondering how bad her day could get. She finally spat out, "Fine, I won't cum. Who cares? You can't spank me if I don't.
And I think that sit-down conversation might become unsatisfying for you, don't you think sit-down conversation might become unsatisfying for you, sweetheart?"
Angela's pussy clenched even harder as she imagined the raw dominance and masculinity that Edgar's words implied. She whimpered softly, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She was dizzy with anticipation, tears streaming down her face, and she craved release.
"I will, you know," Edgar purred, his voice low and husky.
"I'll spank you, fuck you, and make you scream my name. And you'll love every single minute of it."
"Yeah?" Angela breathed, biting her lip. "And what if I say no?"
"Then I'll just have to find some other way to make you cum," Edgar said with a laugh. "But believe me when I say that you won't want to deny me what I want."
Angela whimpered at his words, imagining all the ways that Edgar could make her cum without her permission.
He had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve, and she didn't doubt for a second that he would use them all to break her down and make her submit to his domination.
"But what if I want to submit? What if I want to feel that raw power coursing through me, to give myself to you completely?" Angela asked, her voice trembling with desire.
Edgar chuckled. "That's the thing about women like you, Angela. You think you can control me, thinking that you're the one who holds all the power.
But if I'm being honest, I love playing the game. I love the thrill of pushing back against you, feeling myself surrender to you, even as I rebel against your commands."
Edgar couldn't help but smirk at her words. She was a fiery one, this Angela, and it only made him want her more. "Well, if you insist on rebelling against me, my dear, I guess I'll just have to show you who's really in charge here," he purred, his eyes glinting with mischief.
And so he did.
Edgar grabbed ahold of Angela's slim waist, and pressed her against his body, feeling the warm skin-on-skin contact. Angela gasped as he lifted her up, his strong arms keeping her in place with ease. He then carried her bridal style, taking long strides out of his throne room, and into the adjacent sex shop.
The room was just as seedy as Angela had imagined. The walls were painted a garish shade of red, and the floor was sticky with the remains of who knows what.
Angela shuddered as she looked around, her heart beating faster than ever. She could feel a damp heat emanating from between her legs, making her pussy wet with anticipation.
"I have something special in mind for you, my little cumslut," Edgar growled, his voice full of sinful intent.
Angela whimpered as she felt him move down her body, biting at the soft flesh of her neck before making his way to her breasts. He latched onto one tight nipple, biting down hard and making Angela cry out in pain and pleasure.@Big tits hissy fits collar @Camera @Blindfold
The air in Edgar's throne room was charged with electricity as Angela let out a quiet moan. She was a woman of many sexual conquests, but there was something about Edgar that made her feel like a virgin all over again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a throaty growl from behind her. "One more time, and I'll make sure to photograph it all for removal."
Nervously, Angela looked down to see Emily's face hovering above her. "I'm sorry, Angela," Emily mumbled sheepishly.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you like that." Angela could feel her face heating up, embarrassed at the turn of events. "It's okay," she muttered, trying to pretend that she wasn't questioning her own worth as a woman.
Edgar chuckled from beside her. "Don't worry, Angela. Emily is just worried about protecting her reputation as the top tramp in Kalaman. It's why she competes with you so fiercely, even though she knows she can't win." He smirked at Angela, his fingers still busy with her breast.
"But if it's a competition you want, I'm happy to oblige. I have just the thing in mind."
He gestured towards a sex shop display, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Angela gasped as she took in the rows of dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys, all designed to bring sexual pleasure to the highest degree.
"You want me to use these on you, slut?" Angela asked, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation.
"No, I want you to use them on yourself," Edgar corrected, his voice cruel.
"I want to see how desperate you truly are for release. Show me that you can satisfy yourself."
Up to this point, Angela had been submissive, even obedient, but this was something else entirely. Edgar's tone made Angela's stomach churn with arousal, her heart pulsing in her chest.
"I... I can't," Angela stammered, her voice shaking. "Not in front of everyone."
Emily giggled from the side, clearly enjoying Angela's awkward discomfort.
Angela blushed furiously, but she knew that she couldn't back down now. She was a fucking whore, after all, and if there was one thing that she was good at, it was putting on a show.
Angela took a deep breath and began to rummage through the sex shop display, searching for the perfect tool for her task. She picked up a sleek, purple vibrator and examined it carefully before turning to Edgar with a raised eyebrow.
"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't worry, slut, you'll be begging for it by the end."
Angela couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at his words. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, and the thought of proving herself to Edgar was intoxicating.
The room grew quiet as Angela found a secluded corner and began to undress. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her as she revealed her naked body, her large breasts spilling out of her bra and her curvy hips beckoning for attention.
Angela's face burned with embarrassment, but she refused to back down. She was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to show it.
She spread her legs wide and ran the vibrator over her clit, gasping as the sensation sent shivers down her spine. Angela closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip in concentration.
Edgar couldn't help but stare at the spectacle, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you dirty little whore," he said, his voice dripping with excitement.
"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking you in."
Angela's heart raced as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She couldn't believe what she had just agreed to, but she couldn't deny the thrill that was coursing through her veins. She wanted this, needed it even.
She wanted to be his slutty little whore, his plaything, and she would do anything he asked of her. She leaned back on the throne and spread her legs wide, letting her fingers dance along her wet pussy lips. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, moaning softly as she rubbed herself. She could feel his eyes on her, heating her up with every glance. She reached up and tweaked her nipples through her corset, pinching them hard enough to make herself gasp.
Edgar chuckled darkly as he watched Angela's performance.
He had to give her credit - she was a natural at being a filthy little whore. Her fingers danced along her wet pussy lips, and her other hand reached up to tweak her nipples through her corset, pinching them hard enough to make herself gasp.
Edgar's cock throbbed with desire as he watched her. He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there in the throne room, but he knew he had to wait.
He had to break her, to make her submit completely.
"Please, master, let me cum," Angela begged, her voice a pathetic whine.
Edgar chuckled and shook his head. "Not yet, my slutty little whore. You have to earn it."
He reached out and gripped Angela's nipple, twisting it roughly. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
"Keep going, slut," Edgar commanded, his voice low and commanding.
Angela's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading. But she knew better than to argue with the bard. He was the one in control, and she was just a filthy little whore who needed his permission to cum.
She moaned loudly as she plunged the dildo deeper inside her wet pussy, her hips grinding against it as she fucked herself faster and faster. Her breasts bounced wildly with each movement, and Edgar couldn't help but stare at them hungrily.