The whip cracked, unleashing the sharp sound into the air so that I knew what was coming. He shifted, weight causing the stone to tremble yet not crumble. The air around me was hot and heavy, as he formed out of darkness and fire. Glowing eyes illuminated the dark as one great clawed hand ran down my back, singeing the skin as he went.
Dwarven manacles clasped my wrists above my head, bolted to a pillar that rose to the mighty ceiling. I tugged on them, feeling the sturdiness of their construction. Behind me, he growled, low and hungered. One large finger touched my ankle, nail scraping skin as it traveled upward, rubbing between my thighs. Heat ignited my skin and I gasped, body arching back towards him.
Sharp and sudden pain blossomed on my back as the whip struck. I gasped, only to cry out when it struck again across my low back, then again, lower, and again over my thighs. Everything stung and my skin burned with each strike. Finally, I cried out in agony, sagging in the manacles, whimpering as the whip stopped. Instead, it whispered over the sensitive skin, before a growl released directly behind me.
Sweat dripped down my body, and suddenly saliva dripped from his jowls, sliding down my back to between my rear cheeks. An overlarge finger pushed against the sensitive opening, testing, before sliding within. A hand grasped my waist, holding me still as I bucked and moaned against his finger, pushing back into him to have him slide further within.
Beneath his finger he pushed forward, invading me with his enormous hardness. I cried out, gritting my teeth as my body shuddered with pain, attempting to adjust to the size of him. He didn’t wait, instead, he held me steady as he thrust forward, pushing deeper and deeper, my body stretching around him to make space for his need. Searing heat invaded my insides, warming me from the inside out as the Balrog delved deep.
Playing with the Balrog
The Balrog lives in the deep dark, an ancient demon of fire. Its nature is inherently frightening and terrifying. Even enamored, a lover should feel that edge of fear and commit to the danger of the situation.
It is also a massive creature. Keep the space you’re playing in very dark. A fireplace or fire sounds and heat will help the balrog’s presence feel big. You can lock the lover up for the torture about to happen, standing with a D-ring in the wall, over the door, or on the bed corners. If you feel like adding some control to the human lover’s movement, use a spreader bar to keep their legs separated.
Have them turned away from you. Play growling sounds or growl as the Balrog. Keep a heated pad plugged in and warm your hands or toys before touching your partner. Keep your toys on there to keep them hot.
Begin your session after a hot shower, having you both hot and wet. Be dry when you manacle your lover into position so the metal or leather doesn’t chafe. Then begin with the Balrog’s whip, roaming the hits over the back, ass, and legs, varying where you hit so no one place becomes too painful, but strike hard and fast as the Balrog is intense and aggressive.
Use candles to drip hot wax to pretend to have hot saliva or lava dripping on your lover. You can put Icy Hot on your hands. This will burn and cause pain so make sure your lover is in into it before you put it on them anywhere.
Once you have whipped your lover into submission, change their bondage to something intimate and without hand movement. This collar and wrists combo looks and feels great. Then have them serve you or begin to play in penetration.
A very large cock is needed to emulate the Balrog. There’s a giant demon cock that will require slow stretching. And then a bubbled demon cock that will add some intense sensation play into it. Stretch your lover out slowly.
Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.
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