Bewitching Monsters

Werewolf - Part 3

Contains: minor swearing, suggestive dialogue, sexual scenes, sex toy use (vibrating cockring), kink: impact play (caning on thighs), biting, cuff restraints
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"Do you learn better by watching, doing, or reading?" I asked Izeth. It was the first day of the ritual.

"Watching, I guess. Maybe reading too."

I nodded and began thinking of what I needed to plan for the last day. Part of me wished they had said doing. Both of them agreed to this, but it still felt weird to teach Izzy to top during a sex ritual for their husband. "I'll write up the details of the ritual later. You can take your own notes now, if you wish. But this part is pretty easy."

I helped them set up the tiny altar: a square of red silk, the ever-candle in a silver candleholder, the small stone cup, and the collar. I explained that they could change the cloth if they saw fit; reds or white was best. If they changed the candleholder, then white, silvery metals only. Anything made from natural fiber and dyes would work for the collar; leather was just preferred by the deity so it's what I had suggested and got. While not in use, the tools needed to be stored on the altar.

"Ready to start?"

"Yeah," Darav said.

I motioned for both of them to join me at the altar. "Darav, light the candle." He did. "Once the flame turns red, you can put on the collar."

"Does he need to do that himself?" Izeth asked.

"No. The only part he needs to do himself is lighting the candle." It only took a couple seconds for the flame to go from the standard yellow with a at the bottom, to a full ruby glow. "Alright. Kneel."

When Darav obeyed, the dom in me got a little rush. Good boy, I wanted to say-dammit, I wasn't even supposed to top him today. I brushed a few errant strands of hair from the back of his neck. Would he be so well behaved by the end of this? Or would he be fussy? Impatient? Begging to have all that pent up lust sated?

This was not the day for this!

"Take your time pouring the wax so that you don't needlessly get it on him," I instructed Izeth. "It's fine if you do. Just might be uncomfortable for him is all."

"Yeah, I'd prefer ya don't pour wax on me," Darav said. Won't need to prepare for candle play then.

It only took four drops of wax before there was a soft flash of light. The wax seeped into the collar and magically vanished. I returned the candle to the altar. "That's it. Now we just have to wait until the last day."

The number of things Darav wanted to try right away was a gentle surprise. Made me wonder if he had thought about this before but couldn't express his desires.

When I arrived at their home, Darav was pacing around, coming back into the front room within seconds of leaving. He was completely different than he had been at lunch yesterday. Yesterday he was calm and composed, maybe a bit antsy. Today... he was akin to a combustible near an open flame. I had thought I'd be dealing with a needy submissive, not a needy dominant.

I underestimated this spell's intensity.

"You read over the notes I gave Darav yesterday?" I asked Izeth.

"Yup." They plucked a folder off the coffee table. "Read them thrice."

"Alright," I nodded. "Take notes as you need to, and make adjustments where you see fit. Join in when you feel ready."

I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and brought it to the front room-it had the most space, and I didn't want to force my way into their bedroom. When Darav wandered back into the room I ordered him, "Sit."