[ He holds her fast. No matter how much she arches, how much she squirms, his tail tightens around her and prevents any chance of escape. Rationale quickly loses meaning. The Saintess needs punishment, she's needed it for a while now... and yet where he expects to feel rage and an uncontrollable urge to tear out her throat with his teeth... he feels nothing.
And instead, he does this. ]
Hm...? What's that?
[ He whispers huskily into her ear as his tail rubs up against her, his black scales smooth but like ridges against her skin. At the same time, his hands remain active as well... one gripping her thigh and preventing her from fully closing her legs... and the other on her chest, his claws gently dragging up to the nubs he'd delicately avoided before. ]
What's the matter, Saintess? I believe our agreement was that you wouldn't resist, no?
[ His tail recedes, rubbing against her in the opposite direction... and then it proceeds forward again, restarting the friction anew. ]
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And instead, he does this. ]
Hm...? What's that?
[ He whispers huskily into her ear as his tail rubs up against her, his black scales smooth but like ridges against her skin. At the same time, his hands remain active as well... one gripping her thigh and preventing her from fully closing her legs... and the other on her chest, his claws gently dragging up to the nubs he'd delicately avoided before. ]
What's the matter, Saintess? I believe our agreement was that you wouldn't resist, no?
[ His tail recedes, rubbing against her in the opposite direction... and then it proceeds forward again, restarting the friction anew. ]