[ Ah. He's doing it again - he says things that should ring like a threat but they sound so wonderfully like promises instead. Her heart flutters a little in time with her stomach she lets out a sharp, eager little breath at the drag of his claw across her skin. It doesn't leave a mark but she can still feel the lightest sting and she can't help but squirm a little, her lips parted and her breath coming faster. ]
Ahah... W-would that really be so bad?
[ Her eyes lift up to his. She's a little hazy-eyed but the way she looks at him is unmistakable for anything but desire. ]
Your hands and your mouth and all the rest of it... I like all of that just fine.
[ It's still so surprising to him... just how much desire is behind those eyes of hers. Not that he can talk, he's not much better himself. As such, he keeps that comment to himself, but... ]
Then...
[ His hand reaches between her legs, his claw trailing along her entrance... and as it does, he leans forward toward her neck, baring his teeth... ]
I won't bother holding back with them...
[ ...and biting into her neck. Not drawing blood, but still. Here she is, a former Saintess, stripped bare with a dragon's fangs on her neck. ]
[ A little thrill of adrenaline or something like it goes up her spine. It's not quite fear, but a sudden spike of alertness of just how sharp his claws are and just where he's touching her with them. If he wanted to, he could do a terrible amount of damage to all the softest parts of her with those claws, but his touch is so careful that all she feels is a tight knot of anticipation in her belly.
Even the way he's leaning over her is just- ]
Ah - !
[ His fangs close over her skin, sinking in with a sting that makes her breath hitch. Ai shudders, and she can't help the noise that leaves her - it's a breathy, trembling gasp that sounds so much like a moan that it shocks her. She's always been so afraid of having his teeth on her but right now, the sting of them makes her hips lift into his hand. She's trying so hard not to squirm, so she doesn't make the task of being delicate with those claws any harder than it surely is already, but it's not easy when his touch is already so- ]
[ She should be grateful that's all he's leaving... he thinks to say that, but decides against it. Partially because he's too busy ensuring that a dark, dark mark is left on her neck... but mostly?
He still doesn't want her scared of him.
Her hips left into his hand, and he can feel just how slick she already is. He trails his claw along the opening, just barely entering her with it. His teeth finally come off her neck, leaving a dark and visible mark on it. ]
[ Her breath puffs hotly out of her, sweet and shallow gasps that betray exactly how eager she is for more - if her body wasn't already doing such a good job of showing that, of course. Her hips buck and squirm at the touch of his claws even though she's trying so, so hard to be patient - it's just that hearing him praise her like that and feeling the stinging mark he's left on her neck is making it impossible. ]
D-don't tease me like that, please...
[ Though asking like that is surely just going to guarantee that he does. Even so, she can't help her shameless pleading. ]
[ He can't help but laugh. How could he not? He grins and teases her a little more, his scaled finger rubbing at her entrance... and at the same time, his tail moves to wrap around her waist like it did the night before. ]
Hah... are you sure? Then...
[ Slowly, carefully... his claw parts her entrance and pushes inside. The scaled surface of his finger penetrates slowly... careful as to not hurt her with the sharp edge of his claw, but it's then joined by another. Two claws, inside her... though perhaps not in the way she might've imagined when they first met. ]
[ It's almost embarrassing just how readily her body accepts his. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise, given just how easy it was last night, but she still can't quite believe it. She's slick and eager and his touch sends a sharp, sweet ache through her that makes her thighs tremble. He's being so gentle - out of necessity, yes, but even the drag of his claws just feels like a reminder of how very careful he's being to make her feel good. ]
Y-yes... Ah... Like that...
[ That's what she says, anyway. Really, she wants to greedily demand more, more of his hands and teeth and mouth, his whole body, but even when she's being this shameless, that's a little more embarrassment than she can really manage. ]
Ahah... I didn't know you could be this gentle... It's good...
[ It's different from before... when he'd used his tail and overwhelmed her so intensely. This time it's his fingers, his claws inside her, and he's so delicately careful as he begins to thrust his rough and scaly digits in and out of Ai's trembling body, making sure that even as he pushes in deeper, his claws don't hurt her. His free hand grips her tight, holding her steady no matter how much she trembles, and he starts to pick up the pace. ]
What... thought I was incapable of it?
[ He whispers huskily into her ear before giving her earlobe a quick nip, before slowly moving down to where he bit her neck and pressing a kiss to the aching mark. ]
[ Another moan puffs out of her on a warm exhale. He'd been so rough and overwhelming last night that she was certain every night following would be more of the same - had accepted and anticipated it, even - but this is something else entirely. He's still taking her apart just as easily but now the intensity is a slow, smouldering build that she can feel deep inside her belly and she's almost a little scared about how quickly she's unravelling. Her hips move and shift, grinding back into his hand, torn between caution and neediness but unable to resist. His voice, his breath on her skin and the way he says her name - it all makes her dizzy, and the kiss pressed to the bite mark on her neck is enough to draw a whimper from her throat. ]
I d-don't know... what you're capable of anymore... you waited for so long, I thought- ah, hah, ahh- I thought you didn't want...
[ Her words unravel into a greedy whine. He's certainly proven her wrong on that assumption. ]
[ God. How the hell did he resist her for this long? Everything about her, every whimper and whine, every tremble and rock of her hips... it threatens to drive him mad. ]
Shh...
[ He pushes a little deeper, rubbing his rough scales against her inner walls, the occasional sensation of his claws inside her a constant reminder of what exactly is pushing her closer and closer to the edge. ]
Don't worry... I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied tonight...
[ And for many nights to come... and to prove it, he brings his head over to the other side of her neck and bites down once more. ]
[ Her body tenses up around him, clenching tight and slick and hot, and she's trembling so hard it's almost a little pathetic. She's so overly aware of every single place their bodies touch, the way her thighs are spread wide and the press of his chest against her own, the slide and thrust of his claws inside her, somehow never even coming close to even threatening to hurt her. The possibility should frighten her, but right now, there's no room for anything in her head besides him. ]
Ah... th-that huuuurts...
[ Even as she protests, the sound she makes in the wake of yet another bite is filthy - a long whine that crests into a moan and a squirm of her hips. He's going to leave marks all over her at this rate, and even if she's a little self-conscious about it, there's a part of her that's terribly, terribly eager to see the state he'll leave her in. It's not like there's anyone else around to see. ]
[ For a brief moment, he pauses. Freezes, even. It hurts... for a brief moment, he fears having actually hurt her... but no, her body is still reacting positively.
There's a small sigh of relief from him before he continues to bite down on her neck. Right, if it actually hurt, she wouldn't be whining like that... yet still, the thought of hurting her...
...he refuses to allow her to mention what she undoubtedly would take notice of, however, and decides to distract her by pumping his fingers into her even faster. He can hear the wet noises made each time he does so. God, her body is even needier than she herself is. ]
[ She can hear it, too - the wet, needy sound of her body taking his fingers, and the slick noise every time he pulls back and pushes back inside her. It's unforgivably filthy, absolutely obscene and even though it's beyond embarrassing to realize just how wet and desperate her body is for him, Ai can't find it in herself to care. It feels so good and if she's even a little honest with herself, the filthy noises their bodies make are only stirring her up even more. The body of a pure maiden like her, a revered Saintess, making such a mess, being covered in marks and proof of the Mors King's ownership..
She trembles and twitches under him, her moans rising higher and higher, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. He's taking her apart so easily and all she can do is writhe helplessly under him, her hips bucking into his hand, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For all her bravado once upon a time letting him break her, it seems the Mors King might succeed after all. ]
Ah... Ah, I-I can't, I can't-
[ Ai's hips twitch, and suddenly her legs are clamping shut, locking tight around his wrist - her whole body clenches tight around him as climaxes, and her moans rise high and sweet and shaky. The rush of heat and pleasure is intense enough to blur the edges of her vision and all through it, she clings to him, fingers curling into his shirt and her face pressed against his shoulder. ]
[ He can't help but grin as he feels her clench tight around him... the feeling of her burying her face into his shoulder as she all but unravels all over him. He doesn't stop, either. He continues to pump his claws into her throughout her climax, stimulating her further until she starts to finally come down... and only then does he slow his scaled fingers to a stop. ]
Hah... to think you were capable of such a mess, Ai...
[ He has no problem with keeping his facade up... but shit, if she clings to him and makes a mess like that, there's no way he can stop himself from getting worked up too... ]
[ For a second, Ai says nothing - she pants warmly into the crook of his neck, trying to catch her breath. The way his claws still rub and stroke inside her is just making the aftershocks of her climax all the more intense, and she's so sensitive right now that every touch is almost unbearably good. But when everything finally slows, she's able to breathe properly and her voice trembles out of her. ]
I-if you touch me like that... Of course I'll make a mess...
[ A shuddering, satisfied sigh. The ache and sensitivity of her body are starting to ease off already, and all the tension in her body is slowly unwinding, but now, there's a different kind of neediness stirring in her. All this time, the Mors King has been the one to indulge in her and she can see and feel just how unsatisfied he is by the end of it all, so...
One of her hands starts tentatively stroking up the length of his thigh. ]
[ Her hands run along the scales on his thigh, and... her hand really is soft, isn't it? Soft and slender, a stark contrast to his hard and rough scales. He wonders, then... would it really be so bad to let her satisfy him in return? Certainly, there are limits, but... ]
Hah... you would try and satisfy the Mors King...?
[ She's already fallen so far from being a Saintess, but it's still amusing to think about. ]
It's only fair, isn't it? [ Her voice is still trembling , but there's something warm and coy to it now. ] You've had your fun with me so far, so it's my turn. It's not fair if I'm the only one who ends up making a mess.
[ Her fingers reach the apex of his thigh and she pauses, her hand resting there, thumb stroking over the seam where the scales start to grow finer and softer. It's not as if she's never done this, but the Mors King is... different. But surely not different enough to be an insurmountable obstacle.
She turns her head so she can press a kiss to his throat and her fingers dip between his thighs. It- it already feels different, even if she can't look to see, but if she's gentle, if she strokes and touches him like this, then surely... ]
[ He refrains from stopping her, resists the urge to pull away, and...
Oh.
Oh.
His breath hitches. That's all it takes, the soft sensation of her fingers on him and it's like the sensation runs all the way up his spine... it's good. It feels good. Too good. She probably can't tell yet, but she's dealing with something far more intimidating than what she realizes...
His urge to pull away rises. He likes it, he likes it... and perhaps that's exactly why he can't stand it.
Suddenly he's grabbing her hands, yanking them up and away from himself and instead pinning them above her head. ]
Ah, but Ai... I don't play fair.
[ He says huskily, hiding the sense of frantic urgency that had spurred him to pin her hands above her so quickly... not to mention another source of distraction for her, his tail snaking along her body yet again. ]
[ It happens so quick she only realises what he's done when she's already pinned. She parts her lips to ask just why, but her breath all comes out in a gasp instead at the feel of his fingers curling tight around her wrists, squeezing just the same as the way his tail is wrapping around her body and the sensation is familiar enough to make her belly tie in knots all over again. She's so sensitive after her first climax, the heat in her veins is starting to stir again already and when she shifts, her thighs brush against his tail and she can't stop herself from shuddering. ]
W-wait, I just....
[ That's what she says - but what they've done so far is so good and she remembers just how intense things had been last night that even though her heart is pounding, her body is still eager and willing. ]
[ He grins down at her, and above her head, there's a small glow where her wrists are... and he pulls away his hands. Except she'll find that even without his hands there, her wrists remain pinned together above her head in that position, both immobilizing her hands and leaving her incapable of covering herself as he looks down at her.
If she looks up, she'll see a glowing magic circle binding her hands together, but the nature of the magic in play right now is hardly the most important thing to be focusing on. ]
Hah... look at you...
[ "You're beautiful" he thinks, but doesn't say... instead moving down to cup her chest with his scaled hands, leaning down to brush his teeth against her neck, and his tail... well, it snakes along her body until the tip she's oh so familiar with brushes against her sensitive entrance. ]
Apologies, Ai... but I'm not done devouring you yet...
[ She shouldn't be remotely surprised that the Mors King would use his magic floor something like this but she still can't stop herself squirming, pulling at whatever spell is keeping her pinned - not as if she has any hopes of freeing herself... even if she wanted to. ]
Th-there's no way you're supposed to use that spell like this...!
[ Despite what sounds like a protest and despite the scarlet blush steadily starting to take over her face again, there's no mistaking the way she reacts. His hands on her chest make more of those warm, eager breaths puff out of her, but it's his tail brushing against her that really gets her. She's still so sensitive from before, but the feeling of that rough, scaly texture brushing against her is enough to make her thighs twitch. It's so close to where she's already aching and throbbing and though it's surely shameful to be this needy, this wanting again already, she can't help it. Hadn't he promised to satisfy her? ]
[ He'll use his magic and any spell he wants however he pleases. Besides, he can't imagine that it hasn't been used like this before.
His tail rubs up against her the same way it did the previous night... though this time, his tip remains close to her entrance, rubbing up against it each time it moves back to rub his rough scales against her... teasing her with the sensation of what pushed her so far over the edge last time. ]
It's come to my attention... that you like this the most, don't you...
[ His tail almost pushes inside, only to slip past and rub against her instead. ]
I... ah, hah, h-how am I supposed to know when you've only done it once...
[ ... except her body's reaction is undeniable. She's already a panting, gasping, blushing mess and the slightest bit of that unbearable friction right where she's the most hot and needy has her trembling, thighs tensing and twitching. Her eyes flutter shut and her hips jerk, chasing the feeling of him rubbing against her and her moan is shamelessly loud.
He's teasing her. Somehow, it's even worse than last night - now she knows how good it feels, even though she's already been pushed to the point of climax once, it's not enough. It's not as satisfying as he promised and that's what makes her squirm so shamelessly under him. Even though he's such a beast -
Or maybe because he's such a beast. ]
It's not... ahh, it's not fair... t-teasing me like this is just cruel...
Then… tell me what you want the Mors King to do to you…
[ He continues to tease her entrance with his tail, continues to massage her chest with his hands, and tells her to speak her desired aloud. Speak them to the beast dominating her…
The grin on his face as he torments her is genuine. For all the kindness he hides, the part of him that sadistically enjoys making her squirm is undoubtedly genuine as well. ]
Do you want to be thoroughly violated by this beast? I won’t do it until you say it…
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[ God. Look at her. She’s beautiful. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees it, her exposed form is just too much for him to resist. ]
…I would advise against bathing with me from now on.
[ His hand starts to move downward, trailing his claw along her navel before moving between her legs. ]
If I catch you like this from now on… I won’t be keeping my hands to myself.
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Ahah... W-would that really be so bad?
[ Her eyes lift up to his. She's a little hazy-eyed but the way she looks at him is unmistakable for anything but desire. ]
Your hands and your mouth and all the rest of it... I like all of that just fine.
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[ It's still so surprising to him... just how much desire is behind those eyes of hers. Not that he can talk, he's not much better himself. As such, he keeps that comment to himself, but... ]
Then...
[ His hand reaches between her legs, his claw trailing along her entrance... and as it does, he leans forward toward her neck, baring his teeth... ]
I won't bother holding back with them...
[ ...and biting into her neck. Not drawing blood, but still. Here she is, a former Saintess, stripped bare with a dragon's fangs on her neck. ]
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Even the way he's leaning over her is just- ]
Ah - !
[ His fangs close over her skin, sinking in with a sting that makes her breath hitch. Ai shudders, and she can't help the noise that leaves her - it's a breathy, trembling gasp that sounds so much like a moan that it shocks her. She's always been so afraid of having his teeth on her but right now, the sting of them makes her hips lift into his hand. She's trying so hard not to squirm, so she doesn't make the task of being delicate with those claws any harder than it surely is already, but it's not easy when his touch is already so- ]
Mm...! Ah, that'll leave a mark, you know...
[ Though she suspects that's the entire point. ]
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He still doesn't want her scared of him.
Her hips left into his hand, and he can feel just how slick she already is. He trails his claw along the opening, just barely entering her with it. His teeth finally come off her neck, leaving a dark and visible mark on it. ]
Ah... such a dirty woman, you are...
[ But what can he say... he clearly likes it. ]
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[ Her breath puffs hotly out of her, sweet and shallow gasps that betray exactly how eager she is for more - if her body wasn't already doing such a good job of showing that, of course. Her hips buck and squirm at the touch of his claws even though she's trying so, so hard to be patient - it's just that hearing him praise her like that and feeling the stinging mark he's left on her neck is making it impossible. ]
D-don't tease me like that, please...
[ Though asking like that is surely just going to guarantee that he does. Even so, she can't help her shameless pleading. ]
Please touch me properly...
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Hah... are you sure? Then...
[ Slowly, carefully... his claw parts her entrance and pushes inside. The scaled surface of his finger penetrates slowly... careful as to not hurt her with the sharp edge of his claw, but it's then joined by another. Two claws, inside her... though perhaps not in the way she might've imagined when they first met. ]
Like that...?
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Y-yes... Ah... Like that...
[ That's what she says, anyway. Really, she wants to greedily demand more, more of his hands and teeth and mouth, his whole body, but even when she's being this shameless, that's a little more embarrassment than she can really manage. ]
Ahah... I didn't know you could be this gentle... It's good...
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What... thought I was incapable of it?
[ He whispers huskily into her ear before giving her earlobe a quick nip, before slowly moving down to where he bit her neck and pressing a kiss to the aching mark. ]
You'll find I'm capable of many things, Ai...
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I d-don't know... what you're capable of anymore... you waited for so long, I thought- ah, hah, ahh- I thought you didn't want...
[ Her words unravel into a greedy whine. He's certainly proven her wrong on that assumption. ]
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Shh...
[ He pushes a little deeper, rubbing his rough scales against her inner walls, the occasional sensation of his claws inside her a constant reminder of what exactly is pushing her closer and closer to the edge. ]
Don't worry... I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied tonight...
[ And for many nights to come... and to prove it, he brings his head over to the other side of her neck and bites down once more. ]
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Ah... th-that huuuurts...
[ Even as she protests, the sound she makes in the wake of yet another bite is filthy - a long whine that crests into a moan and a squirm of her hips. He's going to leave marks all over her at this rate, and even if she's a little self-conscious about it, there's a part of her that's terribly, terribly eager to see the state he'll leave her in. It's not like there's anyone else around to see. ]
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There's a small sigh of relief from him before he continues to bite down on her neck. Right, if it actually hurt, she wouldn't be whining like that... yet still, the thought of hurting her...
...he refuses to allow her to mention what she undoubtedly would take notice of, however, and decides to distract her by pumping his fingers into her even faster. He can hear the wet noises made each time he does so. God, her body is even needier than she herself is. ]
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She trembles and twitches under him, her moans rising higher and higher, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. He's taking her apart so easily and all she can do is writhe helplessly under him, her hips bucking into his hand, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For all her bravado once upon a time letting him break her, it seems the Mors King might succeed after all. ]
Ah... Ah, I-I can't, I can't-
[ Ai's hips twitch, and suddenly her legs are clamping shut, locking tight around his wrist - her whole body clenches tight around him as climaxes, and her moans rise high and sweet and shaky. The rush of heat and pleasure is intense enough to blur the edges of her vision and all through it, she clings to him, fingers curling into his shirt and her face pressed against his shoulder. ]
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Hah... to think you were capable of such a mess, Ai...
[ He has no problem with keeping his facade up... but shit, if she clings to him and makes a mess like that, there's no way he can stop himself from getting worked up too... ]
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I-if you touch me like that... Of course I'll make a mess...
[ A shuddering, satisfied sigh. The ache and sensitivity of her body are starting to ease off already, and all the tension in her body is slowly unwinding, but now, there's a different kind of neediness stirring in her. All this time, the Mors King has been the one to indulge in her and she can see and feel just how unsatisfied he is by the end of it all, so...
One of her hands starts tentatively stroking up the length of his thigh. ]
It's not fair if it's just me.
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[ Her hands run along the scales on his thigh, and... her hand really is soft, isn't it? Soft and slender, a stark contrast to his hard and rough scales. He wonders, then... would it really be so bad to let her satisfy him in return? Certainly, there are limits, but... ]
Hah... you would try and satisfy the Mors King...?
[ She's already fallen so far from being a Saintess, but it's still amusing to think about. ]
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[ Her fingers reach the apex of his thigh and she pauses, her hand resting there, thumb stroking over the seam where the scales start to grow finer and softer. It's not as if she's never done this, but the Mors King is... different. But surely not different enough to be an insurmountable obstacle.
She turns her head so she can press a kiss to his throat and her fingers dip between his thighs. It- it already feels different, even if she can't look to see, but if she's gentle, if she strokes and touches him like this, then surely... ]
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Oh.
Oh.
His breath hitches. That's all it takes, the soft sensation of her fingers on him and it's like the sensation runs all the way up his spine... it's good. It feels good. Too good. She probably can't tell yet, but she's dealing with something far more intimidating than what she realizes...
His urge to pull away rises. He likes it, he likes it... and perhaps that's exactly why he can't stand it.
Suddenly he's grabbing her hands, yanking them up and away from himself and instead pinning them above her head. ]
Ah, but Ai... I don't play fair.
[ He says huskily, hiding the sense of frantic urgency that had spurred him to pin her hands above her so quickly... not to mention another source of distraction for her, his tail snaking along her body yet again. ]
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[ It happens so quick she only realises what he's done when she's already pinned. She parts her lips to ask just why, but her breath all comes out in a gasp instead at the feel of his fingers curling tight around her wrists, squeezing just the same as the way his tail is wrapping around her body and the sensation is familiar enough to make her belly tie in knots all over again. She's so sensitive after her first climax, the heat in her veins is starting to stir again already and when she shifts, her thighs brush against his tail and she can't stop herself from shuddering. ]
W-wait, I just....
[ That's what she says - but what they've done so far is so good and she remembers just how intense things had been last night that even though her heart is pounding, her body is still eager and willing. ]
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If she looks up, she'll see a glowing magic circle binding her hands together, but the nature of the magic in play right now is hardly the most important thing to be focusing on. ]
Hah... look at you...
[ "You're beautiful" he thinks, but doesn't say... instead moving down to cup her chest with his scaled hands, leaning down to brush his teeth against her neck, and his tail... well, it snakes along her body until the tip she's oh so familiar with brushes against her sensitive entrance. ]
Apologies, Ai... but I'm not done devouring you yet...
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Th-there's no way you're supposed to use that spell like this...!
[ Despite what sounds like a protest and despite the scarlet blush steadily starting to take over her face again, there's no mistaking the way she reacts. His hands on her chest make more of those warm, eager breaths puff out of her, but it's his tail brushing against her that really gets her. She's still so sensitive from before, but the feeling of that rough, scaly texture brushing against her is enough to make her thighs twitch. It's so close to where she's already aching and throbbing and though it's surely shameful to be this needy, this wanting again already, she can't help it. Hadn't he promised to satisfy her? ]
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[ He'll use his magic and any spell he wants however he pleases. Besides, he can't imagine that it hasn't been used like this before.
His tail rubs up against her the same way it did the previous night... though this time, his tip remains close to her entrance, rubbing up against it each time it moves back to rub his rough scales against her... teasing her with the sensation of what pushed her so far over the edge last time. ]
It's come to my attention... that you like this the most, don't you...
[ His tail almost pushes inside, only to slip past and rub against her instead. ]
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[ ... except her body's reaction is undeniable. She's already a panting, gasping, blushing mess and the slightest bit of that unbearable friction right where she's the most hot and needy has her trembling, thighs tensing and twitching. Her eyes flutter shut and her hips jerk, chasing the feeling of him rubbing against her and her moan is shamelessly loud.
He's teasing her. Somehow, it's even worse than last night - now she knows how good it feels, even though she's already been pushed to the point of climax once, it's not enough. It's not as satisfying as he promised and that's what makes her squirm so shamelessly under him. Even though he's such a beast -
Or maybe because he's such a beast. ]
It's not... ahh, it's not fair... t-teasing me like this is just cruel...
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[ He continues to tease her entrance with his tail, continues to massage her chest with his hands, and tells her to speak her desired aloud. Speak them to the beast dominating her…
The grin on his face as he torments her is genuine. For all the kindness he hides, the part of him that sadistically enjoys making her squirm is undoubtedly genuine as well. ]
Do you want to be thoroughly violated by this beast? I won’t do it until you say it…
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