Warning: This story is a work of fiction. As such, the characters enter into situations and actions that could result in severe harm in reality. Candle wax is a dangerous sex toy, and should never be treated without respect. Hot wax can cause severe burns and blisters. The author does not condone the activity within this story. Remember, this is just a story. It is intended for personal enjoyment and nothing more. Contact the author at firstname.lastname@example.org
Kryss stared into the mirror. Her shoulder length hair was unbound and slightly wild. The candle beside the mirror caught the color of her white silk pajamas and made them glow with a luminescence. Blue eyes were the color of a night ocean. She turned and looked to the small basket beside her feet. A crooked smile graced her lips. Kryss might have lost a bet, but she would fulfill it her way. With a thought she extinguished the candle and grabbed the basket.
Silently Kryss stole through the hallways of the Citadel. There were few about, and Kryss hid from those that were. She did not want to be disturbed this night. Finally she came to the door she was looking for. Kryss leaned against the door, listening intently for any noise from within. Silence.
Checking and finding no wards on the door Kryss slipped inside and softly shut the door. The dim figure on the bed stirred. Kryss crouched down and froze. She waited until the body had one again surrendered to sleep's embrace. On bare feet Kryss crept toward the four-poster bed. She stopped at the footboard and planned.
Gently she placed the basket on the floor. All of her movements were slow and smooth, she was careful to stay silent. Gently Kryss removed a silk cord from the basket and oh so slowly slipped it around a foot. Whenever the body stirred she would stop and wait for it to fall asleep again. After an eternity the foot was loosely bound to the post. Kryss grabbed another cord and moved to an arm. Again she repeated the process: patient and always careful not to wake the sleeper. With all four limbs bound, three tightly and one leg loosely, Kryss gingerly blindfolded the body.
After accomplishing such a feat without waking the body on the bed, Kryss turned to the basket. She quickly removed her clothing, not wanting to get it messy. A small bottle of massage oil was pulled from the basket, along with a candle. Kryss eased onto the bed. With a thought she jerked the loose rope taunt, effectively startling the body awake.
Kayan woke with a roar, startled to find himself bound. Kryss lit the candle directly in front of his blindfolded eyes; she let it float in the air. Kayan paused, caution telling him to discover the situation before rushing blindly into battle. He opened his mouth to speak; Kryss placed a finger upon his mouth. She deepened her voice and made it raspy, "Speak not, lest you incur my wrath." Kayan shuddered, and closed his mouth.
Kryss smirked silently, 'Perhaps this will go well after all.' She allowed the candle to burn slowly, and commanded the wax to collect at the bottom of the candle. Kryss poured a bit of oil into her hands and began a slow massage that started at Kayan's shoulders. Thumbs pressed deeply into the muscles there, they slowly eased the tension from the muscles.
Kayan was confused. He was trussed like a goose, blindfolded, and someone was giving him a massage? He tried to rub the blindfold away. Kryss saw and quickly secured his nipple in a pinch with her fingernails. Kayan sucked his breath in. Lowering her voice yet again, "Punishment will be severe for such actions; this is your one warning." And she gave a savage twist to the nipple. Kayan moaned in pain, his eyes watered. But he stilled and didn't bother the blindfold again.
Again she poured the oil into her hands and began working the muscles of the warrior's chest. Kayan's weapon of choice was twin scimitars; since the weapons weren't bulky they had left Kayan with a wiry but sculpted build. Kryss purred softly in appreciation of his physique. She herself preferred the scimitars, a choice that had placed the two of them as rivals. She had long wanted to explore him, but had been denied such a chance.
Gently Kryss traced the nipple she had so shortly ago abused. Kayan's breathing deepened. He was desperately fighting the sensations, determined to give some form of battle. Kryss smiled, she had not expected complete surrender, and in fact she had counted on a bit of fight left in Kayan. His body betrayed him, despite stifled moans Kayan's nipples were stiff and his breathing was shallow and a slight tenting of the sheets could be seen.
Kryss traced the muscles of his chest, defining each muscle before she tenderly massaged it to compliance. Finally she had reached the band of his pants. She shifted and slid off the bed, Kryss walked to the footboard. Grabbing a handful of covers Kryss jerked them from Kayan and tossed them negligently on the floor. Kayan had frozen, part in fear and part in excitement. He wondered what was coming next.
Kryss reached into the basket and removed a small silver dagger. She returned to the bed and this time straddled Kayan's thighs. She let him feel the heat of her nude body. Allowing a moment for the thought to process she then lightly drug the tip of the dagger across Kayan's taunt belly. His breath hissed in and the belly muscles contracted, fearing being cut. Kryss let a chuckle rumble in her throat, and saw his jaw clench as a result. She knew his gray eyes would be stormy.
The dagger's path changed, trailing towards his pants. Quickly Kryss sliced through the waistband. She continued down one leg and then returned to slit the other pants leg. She shifted enough to draw the shredded pants from him. Kayan's partial erection told the effect her treatment was having on him.
Kryss stretched and grabbed the bottle of oil, her hair trailed along Kayan's chest, teasing him. A small moan escaped his lips; Kryss smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears. The bottle rested in her left hand, while the dagger was in her right. Casually she threw it into the headboard. Kayan went rigid, he could hear the dagger quivering in the headboard above him. Sweat popped out across his brow and his breathing was rigidly controlled. Still straddling his legs, Kryss poured a bit of oil into her hands and gently began to massage his balls. A noise, part whimper and part moan, came from Kayan.
Before he became aroused, Kryss began to massage Kayan's thighs. Slowly, she stroked her nails down the defined muscles. The pads of her fingers rubbed the ridges of his muscles. Finally her thumbs applied the deep pressure to relax the muscles; Kryss rubbed them slowly in small circles. Bit by bit, Kayan relaxed further into the massage. Kryss worked her way down Kayan's thighs.
The gentle, but insistent, massage continued. Kryss methodically worked her way down to Kayan's calves and finally to his feet. So thorough, Kryss even massaged between his toes. Small groans occasionally escaped from Kayan as Kryss loosened a knotted muscle.
Finished with the massage, Kryss sat up and surveyed her work. Kayan's lithe fighters body glistened in the candlelight. The massage oil gave a soft sheen to his tanned skin. A full erection gave testament to the skill in Kryss's fingers. For a moment Kryss sat at Kayan's feet, merely enjoying the view.
Sliding off the bed Kryss padded to the nightstand and placed the bottle of massage oil next to a spare candle. She stood next to the bed, pondering the best way to proceed and watching Kayan's reaction.
Confused and tense Kayan waited to see what his tormenter would do next. He had enjoyed the massage, though not the circumstances.
Decision finally made, Kryss climbed back onto the bed and settled on Kayan's thighs. She faced his stomach. Kayan shifted slightly, settling her weight more comfortably. Kryss allowed the small movement. Silently commanding the candle she grasped it in her hand, wanting total control for the actions to follow.
Kryss waved the candle in front of the blindfold. Kayan's head followed the movement, he feared what was to come. Making the wax collect along the candle, Kryss held it horizontally above Kayan's throat. The flame wavered a bare inch above tender skin. Kayan tensed at the heat, his breath hissed out though clenched teeth.
A soft puff of her breath and the flame licked skin. Kayan gasped and tried to unseat the woman. Kryss kept her seat and loudly growled. Kayan instantly stilled for fear of punishment. The candle flamed traveled along his neck, down his chest, and paused above a nipple. Kryss leaned over and licked the nipple. Her hair teased his belly and groin. Kayan moaned softly in pleasure before screaming hoarsely in pain. Controlled breaths caused the flame to flicker onto the nipple.
Pain existed for only a few seconds before the flame was removed. Tenderly Kryss licked the nipple, seeking to soothe it. Ragged breathing slowly settled as Kayan's pain warred with and was replaced by pleasure. The warm mouth left one nipple and the flame approached the other. A few puffs of breath and flame tickled flesh; but this time, no scream of pain.
Almost reluctantly Kayan moaned as the flame kissed his flesh. Quickly replacing the flame with her mouth, she lavished the nipple with attention. She licked and sucked the hardened nub before letting her teeth grave over the sensitive flesh.
Moaning filled the still air of the room, Kayan had given up fighting. Instead he was submerging himself into the various sensations. Pain chased pleasure, hot chased cold, and Kryss's own breathing became more ragged.
Her warm mouth exposed his nipple to the cooler air. She breathed softly across it. Kissing her way down Kayan's chest she eventually reached his navel. Nimble tongue darted into the treasure she had discovered. Taunt belly muscles flexed in surprise. Never had anyone done such to him. Kayan nearly spoke to encourage his mystery lover on; but swallowed it and merely groaned instead.
Kryss saw Kayan open his mouth to speak, as he swallowed she waved the candle in front of the blindfold in warning. Kayan stifled a moan and nodded his understanding. Smiling, Kryss again darted her tongue out to taste his navel. His breath hitched as her tongue trailed lower, making swirls in the fine hair.
Before reaching his erection, Kryss sat up and watched realization dawn on Kayan's face. A whimper escaped from the proud warrior's throat. Kryss chuckled to see her control. Again pitching her voice lower in register she spoke, "Shhhh. Soon."
Nimble, yet calloused, fingers gently cupped Kayan's balls. Kryss hefted them and rolled them gently within their sac. Seemingly satisfied with their girth, Kryss turned her attentions to the actual erection. The physique of the warrior ran true, hew was above average length and thick. Kryss licked her lips, anticipating the way he would taste. Her previous attentions had brought a drip of pre-cum to the tip.
Her quick, pint tongue darted out to snare the clear fluid. Kayan was lost in pleasure, moaning loudly. Savoring the salty fluid on her tongue, Kryss grasped his erection with one hand. She began to pump her hand up and down, varying the tempo. A few more drops leaked from the throbbing member, Kryss continued pumping as she covered the head with her mouth.
Contrasting sensation assaulted the warrior: warm mouth, cool air, varying stroking, gently sucking. Laving the head with her tongue, Kryss paid special attention to the underside. She sucked gently, trying to coax more pre-cum out. Her reward began to flow copiously. Following the motion of her hand, Kryss began to suck on the shaft. Up and down, full lips caressed the swollen shaft. Occasionally her teeth would lightly scrape, bringing sharp flares of pain swarming into Kayan's fevered brain.
Kryss moved her hand from the erection; but continued to bob her head up and down. Now constantly tasting pre-cum, Kryss judged Kayan ready for the next phase. She stopped all movement. Taking one last lick at a drip of pre-cum, she moved up to Kayan' face. A gentle kiss soon turned savage as Kayan unleashed his frustration.
He thrust his tongue savagely into the soft mouth, tasting himself. Sharp teeth nipped at Kryss's full ones. Battle lust had served to heighten Kayan's lust. Kryss pulled away with a groan, she wanted to finish before dawn which was fast approaching.
Panting, and nearly aroused beyond her own control, Kryss moved back down to Kayan's erection. She summoned the candle to her and prepared for the next act. Flame danced down the length of Kayan's shaft, lightly caressing the flesh. Kayan sucked his breath in fear; but slowly nodded yes. Feral grin in place, Kryss poised the candle over his erection.
The flame gently kissed engorged flesh. Kayan's breath hitched, but he made no sound. Well pleased, Kryss poised the candle high over the base of his shaft. Blue eyes intently watched the flame; wax gathered, pooled, and teetered on the edge of the candle. Eager blue eyes followed the wax as it fell from the candle onto Kayan's flesh.
A deep primal groan urged Kryss on. She complied with two quick drops of hot wax further up the shaft. Kryss's hand snaked out, gently rubbing the still warm wax into Kayan's shaft. Gasping with the pain and moaning with the pleasure, Kayan tried to urge his lover on. Lithe tongue darted out and danced along the tip of Kayan's cock. She caught a drop of pre-cum before pulling away.
Moving to straddle one of Kayan's thighs, Kryss began to slowly rub herself on his thigh. Freely flowing fluids quickly slicked Kayan's thigh and began to drip to the sheets. Kayan tried to flex his thigh; hoping to stimulate her. He growled loudly when the restraints prevented most movement. Kryss chuckled faintly and rubbed just a little harder before settling into a slow pattern that didn't interfere.
Again the candle lifted high, tow crystal clear drops of wax fell. The gentle landing of the hot wax elicited a groan from Kayan. Tenderly Kryss rubbed the wax across his shaft; spreading the heat and pain. Nimble tongue again lapped up her reward; savoring it as she rubbed herself upon Kayan's thigh.
Lowering the candle Kryss allowed four drops of wax to fall. Each one landed just below the head; all brought a scream of pain from Kayan. With one finger Kryss traced a circle just under the head; creating a thin ring of wax. Her eager tongue flicked across the sensitive tip, searching out every drop of pre-cum. Before drawing back Kryss lightly suckled the head, her lips reaching to the still warm wax.
Kryss could tell Kayan was very close to climax. She was impressed; most men wouldn't have been able to last this long. Most men wouldn't have found the pleasure within the flame. Lightly kissing the slit Kryss pulled away from Kayan's cock.
She beheld it; a thing of beauty. Finally, she poised the candle directly over the so sensitive head. One drop of wax fell. Kayan screamed as the hot wax kissed the head. A second drop fell. Another scream as his cock twitched slightly. A third drop fell, quickly followed by a fourth. Kayan hoarsely screamed as his cock gave a firm twitch. A fifth, six, and seventh followed in quick succession. The loudest scream so far ripped from Kayan's throat as he climaxed. Semen erupted from his cock, some hit Kryss as she feverishly thrust herself onto his thigh. A few heartbeats later, her own scream echoed within the chamber.
Hoarse breathing mixed with soft sobs was now the only sound in the chamber. In her ecstasy Kryss had tossed the candle aside. It had gone out in flight and moonlight was all that lit the bedroom. Slowly and shakily Kryss got off Kayan and went to fetch the candle. She lit it with a thought and placed it next to the bed. She turned toward Kayan and surveyed his body.
Angry red skin showed where he had been burned. It wouldn't blister, only be tender for a few days. All of the evidence of the night's events could easily be hidden with clothes. Kayan's breathing had calmed, though an occasional sob still passed his lips. What was pleasurable during sex was often painful after.
Ignoring that her thighs were sticky with her own fluids, Kryss produced a damp cloth and began to wipe Kayan off. She cleaned both his and her own fluids, taking gentle care with Kayan's abused cock. Once finished she returned to her basket and removed a bottle.
A slight medicinal odor filled the room as she poured some oil into her hands. Kryss moved next to Kayan and began to rub the oil over his burns. For his part, Kayan groaned softly in pain. Special attention was paid to his nipples. Eventually her attention toward the now soft, wax encrusted cock. She coated her hands in more oil and gently worked the wax off the abused flesh. Kayan sobbed in pain at the gentle treatment. With the cock free of wax, Kryss coated it thickly in the medicated oil.
With Kayan cleaned and treated Kryss blew out the candle and turned to place a gentle kiss on Kayan's lips. She spoke softly, nearly too softly to hear. "Happy Birthday." She saw surprise on his face, but he said nothing. Kryss let the moonlight guide her to the small bathing alcove, where she cleaned herself up.
By the time Kryss had finished cleaning herself up, exhaustion had pulled Kayan into slumber. He slept peaceful and free of the pain of his body. Quietly she dressed, no wanting to wake him. Kryss rounded up her things and placed the basket next to the door. Finally it was time to untie him. She padded softly to the bed and pulled the slipknots. She loosed each rope, but left them tied around each limb. "A memento," she whispered. Kryss turned, picked up her basket, and eased out of Kayan's room.
On the way back to her room Kryss encountered the one person she truly didn't want to see. Bowing slight she spoke, "Early morning to you, Weaponsmaster."
Sev's sharp eyes picked out detail others would have missed, he sneered slightly. "Your free time is yours trainee. But do not forget, Kryss." Sev moved closer, his dark eyes boring into her blue ones. "That you have a bet to settle."
Kryss's tones were frosty as she answered. "I have already fulfilled my obligation. 'Give Kayan a birthday present he will never forget.' He will never forget it, nor will he ever know who did it." With an arrogant toss of her head Kryss strode past Sev.
The Weaponsmaster turned to watch her go. As she walked further away he couldn't help but think, 'Pity, that girl has an ass that begs to be fucked.'
Stormy gray eyes opened and Kayan softly whispered, "Kryss." His eyes drifted shut again as exhaustion again claimed Kayan. Who knew just what he would remember when he woke later that morning? But in later years, Kayan would treasure the memory of the best birthday present he ever received.