His cock is done but he's not done with you

As you spit the last of his seed out of your mouth you get up, but you are stopped from walking back to Siora by the old man grabbing the loose ends of your rope harness.

"Not so fast," he chastises you. "We aren't done until your elf friend finishes those scrolls." You gulp. Maybe you should have drawn out your blowjob instead of rushing it. "Get down on all fours," he orders. You begrudgingly comply. You glare at him as he takes his time putting his pants back on, but you don't say a word to him. The last thing you need is to get him upset enough to take back his deal with you and Siora.

He takes his time stepping around you. You want to look over your shoulder to see what he is doing but before you can he spreads your labia with his rough fingers. Your breath catches in your throat as his digits explore your inner folds. You let out a loud moan when his thumb finds your clit.

"Yeah there we go, little slut, you like that, don't you?" he teases as he continues rubbing circles on your clit. Without skipping a beat, he also plunges his first two fingers into your slick hole. You begin panting as he rhythmically works your pussy and clit. You can't believe he's making you go this crazy with only one hand.

Your mind races trying to rationalize how he could make you squirm so easily. Maybe he cast a subtle sensitivity spell on you? If he did, there's nothing you can do about it now other than endure. The pleasure washing over you makes your arms weak and you drop from your hands to your elbows. This is a more stable stance but it also makes you sick your ass out more, giving the old man even better access to torment your aching hole. Your hips begin pushing back against his fingers, adding to the intensity of his finger fucking.

You moan even louder as he quickly accelerates your pleasure to its peak but just before you go over the edge he changes his form. Instead of firm circles on your clit with the tip of his thumb he now just softly brushes it up and down with the pad of his thumb. Your moans quickly devolve into a begging whimper as you are pulled back from the brink. His pace slows considerably, working your needy hole just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum. Once you've calmed down a bit he becomes more forceful, lifting you ever so close again but again slowing down before you cum. He repeats this over and over, masterfully getting you seconds from orgasm before pulling you back from the brink.

By the time he repeats this a half dozen times you've lost all coherent thoughts. All your body and mind want is to finally get the sweet release of an orgasm. You desperately rock your hips into his fingers and mutter incoherently about how much you need to cum.

The old man finally obliges you, this time not pulling back but intensely assaulting your clit as an intense orgasm overtakes you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream out in pleasure. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, it's so good!" you scream at full volume, your words cutting through the chill night air. Your hips and legs shake uncontrollably as his thumb continues pressing on your clit.

He only pulls his hand back long after your climax has passed. He chuckles to himself as he steps back around you and sits in the chair, his eyes feasting on the sight of you taking heavy breaths, slowly getting your energy back while you lay with your ass still high in the air.

You are just about to push yourself upright when someone grabs your wrist.