Her Little Game

Tamiko awoke in the wee hours of the morning, sensing Mark straining in the other room. Normally, the energy of a horny male would soothe her with calming, healing warmth, and once a woman got used to the flow of it, she could enjoy a blissful sleep. But other times, the need of a man would sound too keenly in her mind, making her restless, getting her hot and bothered until she had to do something about it.
 
Sure, the Lust Energy could refresh her body to full wakefulness, but sleep was still good for the mind and body, to help calm and center a woman’s soul. Magical rejuvenation could keep a woman awake for days on end, but it wasn’t smart to push it. Tamiko had learned the hard way, through week-long all-nighters in college, that trying to stay pepped up purely on Lust Energy eventually turned you loopy, making a woman Lust Drunk and reckless. Good sleep was still important in a world of Sex Magical Healing.
 
At least it was for women. Men, on the other hand, just had to deal with frequent restless nights, suffering in exquisite anguish as their throbbing erections and aching balls didn’t allow them a true respite most nights. Whether tossing and turning from the frustration of pure need, or whether writhing and crying under nightly assaults from anonymous spells, or being forced to serve their Mistresses well into morning, men needed the benefits of the Magic’s healing to function on a daily basis. A true full night’s rest had become a rare treat for the horny, helpless, desperate boys. Of course, relying on the Magic to stay rested just kept them all the more desperate, kept their minds sensitive to the women’s power, never letting them get numb to all the terrible, wonderful teases they suffered every day.
 
It was a delicious sexual trap that even the most bleeding heart, compassionate women in the Queendom could not deny the benefits of. Maybe some women loved and pitied their men enough to let them cum more often, but never enough to truly break them free of the salacious cycle of sexual slavery.
 
Ruminating on the whole dynamic did not coax Tamiko any closer back to sleep. She lay there, feeling fidgety, unable to doze back off, her body feeling hot as her boyfriend’s aching need tickled insistently at her libido.
 
She smiled to herself, and turned onto her back, sprawling out, and pulling the bed sheet down so it barely covered one leg and her already wet sex. It looked as though she had innocently let it slide off as she turned in her sleep. She was, of course, already naked. She kept her eyes closed, and her breathing low and steady, and relaxed. And then, she cast a thread of power towards the stiff, needy organ that had roused her.
 
In the living room, Mark was still half-conscious, slipping in and out of sleep himself, getting maybe five minutes of real rest, before the ache of his throbbing cock drew him back to wakefulness. Like most men in town, he was unable to touch himself, unable to even hump anything, thanks to the Anti-Masturbation Spells that had become mandatory just last year. Not that it would have mattered, of course. Orgasm Blocks had become a way of life for men in the Sex Mage World, and by now, men had learned that no amount of wanking could break them, unless a woman allowed it. And of course they wouldn’t allow it.
 
Even still, sometimes, when he was so goddamned hard, just being able to touch it would have been soothing. His girlfriend, like most women, only helped him out when she was in the mood for it.
 
“Girlfriend”. Mark didn’t think that applied anymore. He didn’t even know when precisely it had happened, but in truth, he had just become her little house bitch. She was the provider, he was her live-in fuck toy and Lust Battery. They’d fallen into a routine of she would go off to work, while he would clean the house and cook, and occasionally make a little pocket change from odd jobs that, for one convoluted reason or another, had him going him with blue balls. A few times a week, she would fuck him, or let him play with himself as he kneeled at her feet. She only let him cum seemingly on whim, or if he beat one of her little challenges.
 
It had been their little game, when they were still a loving couple first figuring out the Magic. She would put a loose Orgasm Block on him, the type that he could break through if he was horny and desperate enough, if he edged enough times. She would arbitrarily pick some limit for him to reach before she cut him off and re-enforced the block again. It was always something different. He’d have to break the Block and cum before he reached a number of edges, or before she reached a certain number of orgasms, or within a time limit, or she’d only let him pop if he could guess what position to do it in before she got bored with the game.
 
Then the Game became the only way she’d let him cum. And the rules got stricter. She stopped telling him what the limit was, and just made him go at her, never knowing what he was supposed to do. It got frustrating. Enraging. They fought. They yelled. He slept on the couch. They’d make up, and she might give him some pity relief right then, but afterwards the Game would resume. And they’d fight again. And he’d be back on the couch, until his blue balls made him come crawling back.
 
At some point, they stopped going out to do things together. At some point, they didn’t even do things together at home, unless it involved sex, or he opted to watch whatever she wanted to watch, sitting apart in the living room. In the past year, it seemed like they barely spoke; she flicked more random little spells at his cock than she’d said words to him.
 
He always slept on the couch now. He never bothered wearing clothes at home. He was just her plaything, to be used and tossed aside at her convenience. And for all that, his cock only cared that she played with him, and it refused to let him stand up for himself for long. So he lay there and he throbbed and fitfully dipped in and out of sleep. He wanted nothing more than to burst into their bedroom and take his girlfriend and fuck her until she let him cum. But he knew that would just be playing into her Game, and he refused to give her the satisfaction.
 
Tamiko smiled, reading his needy thoughts. It was a folly of the male mind to think that indignation could truly sustain willpower in the face of such temptation. She probably didn’t even need to push him; if not tonight than the next, and most certainly by the next after that, the ache in his balls and the unrelenting stiffness of his cock would drive him to come to her, desperate for her touch.
 
She didn’t have the patience to wait him out. She had an itch to scratch, and she was going to scratch it now. She had the Magic, which meant she got what she wanted, when she wanted it. And what she wanted right now was for the Game to start.
 
With her thoughts, she gently coaxed his needy organ. He was already hard, aching with desire, but the Magic could take a man beyond physical limits. She pushed his erection to get even stiffer, the blood rushing to cram every drop it could into his organ, until it was so hard it hurt! She let the pressure rise at a trickle, starting the feed right as he had dipped back into sleep, catching him completely off guard, slowly bringing his hormones to a boil. He didn’t realize how hot he was getting until he was already half-crazed from lust! He jerked awake with a gasp as his cock surged beneath his blanket. He ripped off the oppressive cloth, huffing as he stared groggily at his cock, grabbing the couch cushions in a white-knuckle grip. His organ was a painful, red, throbbing rod, pre-cum already seeping from the tip, the veins standing out like little cords.
 
It was a beautiful sight, and Tamiko felt the moisture trickle from her pussy her the Magic gave her a full view of her lover’s helpless, horny body. He tried to fight it, he really did, gritting his teeth, and hoping this was just a passing surge of her Arousal Aura, or one of their neighbors casting something her sleep.
 
She let him struggle for one long minute, watching him tremble as his cock twitched in time with his heartbeat. Then she spiked the tension in his cock, hard. Mark yelped and nearly fell of the couch as his cock clenched from the breathtaking surge of need. He could not get any harder physically, but mentally, the Magic was pushing his libido higher, until he was nearly blind with lust.
 
She heard him scramble to his feet, watched him stagger to her door with her senses. She forced herself to keep her breathing steady and her eyes closed, feigning sleep as he opened the door. His breath was ragged, his body almost shaking, his cock quivering in the air as it aimed straight at her.
 
This was one of the Games. While he couldn’t touch himself, Tamiko had not installed a normal “No Initiating Sex” condition, like most men had. The condition was present, but it only applied to other women. Mark had always had full access to Tamiko’s body, allowed to grope and fondle her and take her as he wanted. Of course, doing so when she wasn’t in the mood would result in consequences. When they’d been younger, and in love, it had been little “funishments”. He’d smack her ass, and she give his cock a cheeky little zap of teasing pleasure. He’d wake up horny and wake her up for a fuck, and she’d happily oblige, just not let him cum until he’d satisfy her first.
 
Then funishments transitioned to punishments. Smacks on the ass were met with smacks on his balls. Trying to fuck her when she wasn’t in the mood meant no cumming at all, or being frozen in place with a wicked Tease Spell tormenting him for an hour or three. He’d learned to keep his distance, unless he was nearly out of his mind with need, and she was his only method of even slightly cooling the raging beast of lust.
 
He hadn’t cum for nine days, and the neighbors had been quite loose with their spell casting throughout the week. His cock was on fire from what he assumed was Tamiko accidentally radiating her Arousal Aura in her sleep. He was at his wits end. He just had to do this quick, catch her off guard, and maybe, maybe his former girlfriend would get so caught up in the moment, she would relent.
 
Tamiko didn’t react as he slid the sheet the rest of the way off her already mostly-exposed body. His breath caught as he saw the moisture between her half-spread legs, the nightlight glinting off her juices. Tamiko let out a soft sleepy moan and shifted slightly, as she was about to awaken.
 
Mark pounced! He grabbed her arms and pinned them up above her head, holding both her small wrists with one hand. With his free hand, he pulled up one leg, opening her up fully to him, and thrust inside her slick sex with one smooth motion.
 
They cried out together, Mark from the sheer ecstasy of entering her, Tamiko from the force of his penetration. There was no pretending to sleep now! Tamiko looked Mark in the eyes, seeing his crazed expression, feeling his pure lust with her senses, and she shuddered in his grip as he powered into her.
 
The Energy of his lust charged her body with superhuman resilience and strength. She could have easily thrown him off her, flip them both over, and mounted him, pinned him down and fucked him, despite the fact he was bigger and more muscular. Instead, she let him take her, enjoying the force of his desperate thrusting. He drove himself into her like an animal, practically snarling as he tried to use her body to force an orgasm he was dying to achieve.
 
She loosened his Orgasm Block, enough that he could feel the difference. He could feel that strange pinch of pressure, deep in his lions, ease up just enough, and his eyes widened, and his thrusts became even more frantic. She was going to let him! She was going to let him cum! But only if he could do it within a certain amount of time. Or under a certain number of edges. Or some other deadline. Even in his crazed state, he knew the Game.
 
Within seconds, the first attempt fired off, and he growled in her ear, gripping her tightly as his cock clenched inside her. But the first attempt always failed, so he wasn’t too surprised when he felt the Block hold, the trigger of peak pleasure not leading to relief, but a hard pained clench that did nothing to satiate his lusts, the semen rebounding back into him before it could reach his cock.
 
Tamiko writhed and cried out, as the Energy of his blocked orgasm sent a shockwave of pleasure feedback through her body, the Magic keening through her mind and flesh as it transformed his frustration into pure ecstasy. She came, hard, bucking beneath him as she all but stole his orgasm.
 
He let out a hurt cry and resumed his manic thrusting. Tamiko’s own orgasm only half-ended, as his desperate fucking kept her riding the high of bliss. In less than a minute, he tried to cum again, and his body jerked savagely as he failed a second time to release into her. The energy feedback sent another shot of pure bliss through her, and her pleasure peaked again, lasting for as long as Mark grinded against the edge. Her moans of pleasure matched his forlorn cries, until he resumed thrusting. She felt hot tears drip onto her shoulder, as he buried his head against the nook of her neck, breathing hotly against her, and she quaked with sensual joy.
 
She didn’t know when his sexual pain had become so integral to her pleasure. When they were younger, edging and teasing had been a fun foreplay party trick. Now, she couldn’t even imagine being able to reach orgasm if he wasn’t out of his mind with the need for relief. A relief she increasingly felt no desire to grant. The thought of him never, ever cumming again, crying tears of need for her when they fucked, caused the heat to surge in her body, and she came again before he edged a third time. She rode the high of sexual climax, not so much cooling down as staying in that heady bliss, occasionally riding out another surge when Mark edged again, and dipping down to still ride the waves of orgasm.
 
She meant to give him a chance. She really did. But it seemed his body wasn’t quite there yet. The Orgasm Block strained and bent and nearly buckled, and Mark screamed as he almost made it, feeling the semen slowly start to crawl up his dick, only to be shoved back down. He let out a howl of anger as his desperation came up against a wall of hopelessness.
 
He gave up after only thirty minutes. Utterly frustrated, g=he tried to pull out. She didn’t let him. She whipped both legs around his hips and yanked her arms free to grab his back. She clung to him like a bear trap, and with a magical command, forced his hips to keep thrusting, completely out of his control.
 
He started yelling, cursing her out. He reached up and choked her, slapped her hard across the face, demanding she let him cum. She took it all easily, the Magic keeping her protected, and she knew he had only dared to strike her because they both knew it would be ineffectual. Even still, the Game was over. Her unspoken condition was that he could fuck her until he either came or gave up, and his frustration of failure had overwhelmed his frustration of need. At leas the sex had soothed the pain of needing to be touched, and he figured that was the best he was going to get. And with that self-fulfilling assumption, he’d lost, not even knowing how he’d failed. She reinforced the Orgasm Block and let him do his worst.
 
She let him rage at her, taking out not just his lust, but his anger at their whole situation. He hit her some more, cursed her between breaths, tried to hate-fuck her as if his cock could rip her in half. But his blows were useless, his words cut off by both their cries of pleasure. His traitorous hips obeyed her instead, fucking her exactly as she wished, making her cum, even as he kept edging. Her orgasm seemed like it would never end, a rollercoaster of multiple climaxes bleeding into one another, until finally, finally, she could take no more.
 
With one final, hard spasm, she screamed right into his ear, and gripped him so tightly, only the Magic’s protection kept his ribs from cracking. And when the final burst was over, she unclenched with a huge gasp of relief, and surge of Magic force that physically blasted him off the bed, sending him crashing onto the floor.
 
She lay there, cooling in the blissful afterglow, letting the raging furnace of Lust Energy pouring off his body soothe and please her, letting her drift back into that wonderful sleep. Whimpering and limping, Mark lay on the floor, utterly exhausted, his cock so painfully hard he couldn’t have gotten to his feet, even if he did have the energy. After a few minutes, his cock cooled off just enough, and his body managed to stop shaking enough, that he managed to crawl back out of the room and pull himself up on the couch, where he dropped into unconsciousness only from being completely wiped out.
 
The couple slept well into morning. It would be a while before Mark tried his hand at the Game again. But only a little while.