Enchanting BOOTS while bound pt 2

Hours passed with teasing interludes.

Each time Marcus neared the edge, Elara would pull back, leaving him on the brink of ecstasy. "Tell me, Prince, how do my boots make you feel?"

"They… they drive me insane!" he admitted, his voice hoarse. "It’s maddening!"

Her laughter echoed around the chamber. "Maddening, yet you can’t look away. It’s a spell, darling. Just like you, I too am enchanted tonight. But now..." she leaned closer, whispering, "it’s time for you to truly feel something wonderful."

With a fierce intensity, she picked up her pace, her hand a blur as she brought him closer than ever before.

"Wait! Hold on… please…" he cried out, but she ignored him, entranced by her own power.

Finally, the pressure and the pleasure became too much, and with a loud gasp, Marcus exploded, sending waves of pleasure through him that he had never imagined possible.

Panting, he slumped back against the chair, the ropes still binding him, but feeling utterly spent. Elara rose, satisfaction radiating from her.

"Remember this night, Marcus. Remember who holds the power," she said, glancing at her boots one last time before turning away.

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