Make him cum without touching his cock

"Don't touch it," you say, putting his hand back on the chair. "You'll cum when I let you cum."

He moans loudly, a shudder wracking his body as you pull his hips back, adjusting your angle to hit his prostate. You can feel his legs shaking as he struggles to stay standing, and you hammer him hard and mercilessly. His breath quickens, his moans growing ****, and his body tenses.

You push deep and stop, buried inside of him, and he cries out, his satisfaction denied. "Look a that," you say, directing his attention to the cloud of smoke in the fireplace, where the centaur neighs and stomps his hooves, lunging forward as he drives the entire eighteen inches of horsecock into the man. The Adventurer shouts, his legs kicking helplessly as he cums hard, splattering the ground with one thick spurt after another. "I bet that felt so good," you murmur in his ear, your body pressed tight to his, a slow roll of your hips grinding against his prostate and making him whimper with need.

The centaur slowly steps back, a wet, sucking sound issuing from the smoke as he pulls out, his spent cock hanging between his legs before starting to shrink. The man lies motionless upon the bale of hay, his body shaking with ragged gasps as the centaur walks away.

"Why haven't you gone into the dungeon?" you ask, stroking the side of his throat with your fingertips. "I know you want to."

Liam shakes his head. "N- No, I don't."

"Oh, really?" You **** your cock deep into him again and he cries out, hands clutching at the padded back of the chair. "You made spells to protect yourself from harm, and tested them on Adventurers. You appeared to the serpent as one of his own kind, something I'm guessing you did with all of them, so they won't recognize you once you work up the nerve. You want to let them fuck you, don't you, Liam?" You thrust into him again and again, making him writhe in pleasure, but not quite enough to make him cum.

"Yes!" he shouts. "Yes, already! Just let me cum, please!"

"Not yet," you groan through clenched teeth, fighting against your own desire to cum as you grind into him once again. "First, promise me something."

"What? What do you want?" he gasps.

"You," you say, teasing him with slow, forceful thrusts, "in the dungeon, now."

"Oh...oh, fuck, I can't," he says. "I- I'm afraid -- please!"

"I'll go with you," you say, a **** wave of anticipation shuddering through you at the thought. You pound into him, faster, harder. You can feel him shaking. "Say yes, Liam. Don't make me stop now." You can tell he's close, his hole clutching at your cock as you drill him, and you deliberately slow.

"Yes! Yes, I'll do it!" he shouts. "Fuck me, please!" He cries out, wordless, hoarse, as you plow his ass. He bucks against you, nearly knocking the chair over, as his cock jerks wildly, flipping splatters of cream across the floor. Your restraint snaps and you shout as you dump a hot load into him.

When you finally feel like you can stand without help, you pull out and take a step back. He straightens up, but remains leaning on the chair as he looks back at you.

"You didn't really mean that, did you?" he asks. "About going in with me?"

"Of course I did," you say. "And you better not try to weasel out of your promise, or I'll--"

"Or you'll do what?"

"I'll tell the Adventurer's Guild what a sick, perverted loser you are, and nobody will come out here. You'll have no one to **** in your little peep show."

His face turns red and he scowls at you. "Do it and I'll tell everyone how much you liked being fucked by those monsters."

"And who do you think people will believe?" you ask. "You? An evil sorcerer who puts perverse spells on people and jerks off while watching them be violated? Or me, a card-carrying member of the Guild in good standing? That's right, I pay my dues, and they don't hand out those cards to just anyone."

"Fine, you win," he snaps. "Give me five minutes to get ready." You watch him like a hawk - when your attention isn't drawn to the fireplace, where the luckless Adventurer has stumbled into the clutches of three well-endowed and extremely limber goblins - as he pulls bottles down off the shelves and mixes himself a strange, glowing cocktail.

"What is that?" you ask as he pours a few drops of a green liquid into the half-full glass.

"The rest of the spells that I put on you," he says, swirling the contents before raising the glass to his lips. He swallows it down and makes a face. "Bitter."

"Wouldn't know, I was ****," you say. "Ready now?" He looks around the cabin, then sighs and nods. He holds out his hand to you, and after a moment, you take it. He mutters a long string of incomprehensible syllables and then everything goes black.