A new candle

You watch as the Crimson Queen goes over to the shelf again, feeling every bit of wax plastered upon your skin as you breathe quick, excited breaths that pull at the sticky red substance sitting taut across your torso. When she returns, she goes back to between your legs, holding something in her slender hands. It's another candle, though this time one that's tall and free of any jar. With a smile, she leans over the table, bringing the red pillar of wax up to your panties to begin rubbing it along your moist sex.

You take a deep breath, letting it out in a soft moan as the teasing continues, the woman's eyes locked on your lewd expressions. She soon slides your soaked undergarments down and away from your pussy in order to access it better. The candle is then pressed into your slick folds, thin end first, and you feel the texture of rivulets of melted wax slide along your insides. The Crimson Queen's fiery eyes gleam with a prurient intensity as she watches your reactions.

As your tight pussy is penetrated, you think the candle must be eight inches long--no, ten... The length of the candle-dildo delves a good twelve inches inside you, the bottom twice as thick as the top, until the Crimson Queen starts pulling it back out, though not by much before slowly driving it back in. You moan even louder as it reaches spots inside of you that had never been touched before. The agonizingly slow movements serve to fill you with ever increasing need.

She soon withdraws the candle-dildo completely, revealing the length of it as it shines with your own fluids. She walks up to your head with the candle held between two fingers, smirking down at you as she brings her free hand to your chin, stroking it gently.

"Open wide, darling," she says. You gulp before complying, opening your mouth and watching with wide eyes as she brings the wet candle closer.

Placing it inside your mouth, she pushes it down firmly before walking away again. You're left with the candle, soaked by your own lustful secretions, planted in your mouth to point up over your chest. When the Crimson Queen returns, she has another candle, this one even thicker than the one you hold between your teeth. You moan around the thick pillar of wax, and she gives you a sly smile as she brings a single finger to its wick, lighting it with a small orange flame.

You gasp as the now-lit candle drips wax upon your bare skin. "I suggest you hold it there, unless you want it to fall upon your soft, supple skin," says the Crimson Queen. You swallow once more, tasting yourself on the candle.

The woman then brings the thicker candle to your sopping wet cunt, sliding it into you like the first one, and proceeding to fuck you with it even faster. You moan around the candle in your mouth, breathing faster and faster as hot wax drips upon your chest and neck, causing your moans to be stilted by winces. The pain only seems to heighten the pleasure as you watch this alabaster beauty pump your pussy full with the wax dildo.

Wax is soon dribbling down to your bottom lip as well, mixing with the copious amounts of saliva you drool in your pleasurable daze. The Crimson Queen's candle is pushed deep inside you, stretching you to your limit at the peak of each thrust. Her own mouth hangs open as she focuses on her vicarious enjoyment of your sexual ****, a forked tongue grazing those ruby lips.

Your moans are almost screams at this point, rhythmically cried out to the beat of the candle-dildo's thrusts. You writhe in ecstasy, your hips rising to meet the large candle every time it's pushed in again. You begin wishing for it to go faster, nearing the climax of your pleasure. But just as you're almost there, about to cum, the candle leaves your sopping wet pussy completely, and doesn't return.

You focus your wide eyes on the Crimson Queen, who devilishly smiles at you with the big, wet candle held before her. Her lithe tongue darts out to lick it as she watches you pant and moan in the agony of your denied release.

"Oh, did you want more?" she asks, feigning a curious expression. "Well you'll have to speak up."