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She was very surprised when she'd found strange tools at a stand in Val Royeaux. She'd picked them up with a frown, looking at the smooth metal lengths - they looked almost like lockpicks, but the size and shape was wrong. She had glanced up at the merchant to find her smirking. When the other woman bent in to explain, she'd ended up blushing.
She bought them.
It was too embarrassing to ask Solas if he'd be okay with it so she'd set the metal lengths aside for a while, trying to work up the nerve. Unfortunately, he'd found them while going through her desk, riffling through all the drawers to find a fresh quill. Instead he had taken out and opened the wrapped bundle, looking at it for a moment before setting it on top of her desk and giving her a pointed stare. She blushed again. "This is interesting," he'd noted drily.
"I…" her explanation trailed off as she shrugged, glancing away.
"I believe I am, ah, familiar with what these are." He tapped his finger against the metal. She shook her head, momentarily more annoyed than embarrassed.
"Why does everyone know about these…" she muttered, scowling at him when he laughed. It had only been the merchant and Solas, she comforted herself absently, but she still felt oddly naive.
"I read about them once," he said by way of explanation. The response actually made her feel a little better, although now she stared at him with a raised brow.
"What kind of books are you reading?" His smirk was bold and completely unfair and she licked her lips, wanting to kiss him. "You should really let me borrow some of them."
"There doesn't seem to be a need for that, my love," he pointed out with a coy look. He was acting quite flirty, teasing her, and as much as she liked it, that was not the game she wanted to play tonight. So she took a deep breath and closed the distance between them, head tilted back to meet his eyes with the same look she'd give an enemy on the field, forceful and unyielding. His smile remained playful for a moment before slowly shifting to a far more intent expression. He inhaled sharply when she ran her hand up his stomach and chest, a firm caress, and he didn't fight when she pushed him backwards into the desk chair.
Then she bent forward and braced her hands on the armrests, bracketing him with her body, watching the faint stain of color high on his cheeks and the way he thoughtlessly licked his lips. The flash of pink. His teasing was abandoned, unimportant compared to his interest. She wanted to tease him, though. "You'll speak tonight," she said, her voice low. He swallowed, the subtle wet click audible so close.
"Yes."
"You'll do what I say."
"Yes."
"And you won't finish until I tell you to."
He hesitated for a moment before sighing and nodding. "Yes."
"Remove your clothing," she commanded. He waited for her to pull away and give him room, but clearly realized after a moment that she wasn't going to. Struggling slightly with the limited range of motion offered him, trying to avoid bumping into her with his long arms, he pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it to the floor beside him. Next came the fastenings for his leather wrapping, working the ties loose along the left side before tugging off the protective garment.
He bit his lip as he began on the lacing of his breeches and she stared at the contrast of white teeth against his pretty pink mouth, his downturned eyes focused on his task, although at one point he glanced up to meet her gaze. He seemed a little startled by the intensity of her stare, cheeks darkening ever so faintly - imperceptible if she hadn't been watching him so close. Red turning redder. He swallowed again and lifted his hips to ease his breeches down. She felt the rush of air between her legs as he used his own to kick the clothing off, stifling a smile. It felt like such an impatient gesture.
He hesitated again and she knew why, a little curious how he'd handle this. The primary fastenings for his leg wraps were around his thighs, easily accessible, but he also has a row going down the inside of his calves that would be difficult to reach, given their positions. He frowned as he worked open the main fastenings, then carefully drew one leg up so his foot rested on the seat of the chair, undoing the row of simple ties in that manner. He pulled that wrap away and let it fall to the side before easing that leg down and doing the same with the other. The whole process was quite delicate by necessity, the length of his legs compared to her height and position making it difficult to avoid accidentally kicking her. But she refused to budge at all, watching him accommodate her, knees bent inward as he drew his legs up and as he lowered them back down.
Finally he was in nothing but his smallclothes. She had maintained eye contact steadily throughout the whole process and continued to now, even though a part of her wanted to look down to see him hard, maybe even wet through his final layer. He lifted his hips again as he pulled the material down, once more kicking it away between her legs. Now she could tell he was hard without looking down, visible in the lower edge of her vision, but she yearned to see so much more.
She finally released the armrests and took a step back, leaning against the desk. She tilted her head as she considered him. "Pleasure yourself," she said simply.
"I-" he glanced away, blushing again, then nodded. "Very well." He looked embarrassed as he settled more comfortably in the chair, right hand stroking down his stomach towards his groin. The preamble was brief as his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, breath catching. He met her eyes as he began working himself - smooth, steady strokes, foreskin tapering over his head without being drawn down past it, the glimpse of his wet, pink tip reminding her of the glimpse of his wet, pink tongue. He leaned his head back against the chair, still staring at her as his hips began to push into each stroke.
Lips parting, eyes hooded, pupils wide, cheeks and ears stained with a flush that crept down his neck and chest… he looked the very picture of sex. "Faster," was her next command, watching him wince before obeying, grunting as he sped up. The sound of it was dirty; wet and fleshy, so obvious in the otherwise silent room, and she wondered how much of his blush was simple embarrassment. He gasped sharply and squeezed his eyes shut while his motions briefly sped, hand a blur before he sighed and shifted back into his rhythm, eyes slowly opening. His legs were spread now and his hips began to roll as he fisted himself. She watched as pearls of moisture were revealed with every downward stroke, one eventually slipping against his foreskin and trailing down until it hit his finger. It hesitated there before curling forward, dripping from forefinger to middle, to ring, to pinkie, before finally falling to the seat of the chair.
After watching its full path she looked up to meet his eyes once more, suppressing a grin as she saw the strain in his face. "If I keep going like this I'm not going to be able to hold back," he admitted now that he had her attention. She just hummed and tilted her head, watching him wince. "Please, vhenan. Can I at least slow down?"
"No." He growled his frustration, the sound marvelously erotic. He shifted in the chair, head tilting, tendons drawing stark lines up his neck. The hearth was lit but the flames were low and there was a definite chill in the air - despite this, he was beginning to sweat, adding a slight sheen to his skin. His eyes kept slipping shut even though he was clearly trying to maintain eye contact, small gasps or shaky moans escaping him as he was forced to keep the pace she'd set. "Faster," she insisted, voice cold. He gasped, opening his eyes to stare at her with a pleading expression even as he obediently sped up.
"Please, I can't-" he protested, cutting himself off with a groan. It was cruel, she knew, especially because she'd punish him if he finished early… but she couldn't deny a certain delight in tormenting him in this context. The way he wore his tension, muscles flexing, shaking, his pinched expression, frequent biting of his lip, the noises he made, all of it so pleasurable. She was so wet by this point that she figured she'd need to spot-clean her breeches, but it was worth it to maintain the affected imbalance between his nudity and her being fully dressed. "Fuck, my love, I really can't," the phrase was so soft and torn, his cursing still something of a surprise but also the clearest evidence of his desperation. He was so slick, so wet, the sound of it sloppier by the minute… she relented.
"Stop." He gasped his relief and dropped his hand away, taking deep breaths as he trembled, cock twitching. He had closed his eyes at first but opened them now, staring up at her. He looked a little dazed - good. He was getting exactly where she wanted him. She approached and reached out for the necklace he always wore, holding the wolf jawbone in her hand. "Do you mind?" She asked seriously, staring at him. She should have asked earlier, but he was just at the edge and she felt that he could still answer. He paused, eyes clearing a little, then slowly shook his head.
"I wouldn't let anyone else take it off," he admitted, "but you can." She couldn't help but smile at that, at the deep, serious level of trust it spoke to.
"May I use it?" He arched his brow and she rushed to explain. "The band, I mean. Not this." She gently lifted the jaw higher. He grinned and nodded.
"Yes, of course. The band is immaterial." She was relieved, although not surprised. She gently removed the necklace, Solas easing forward to let her take it off. She would have offered to remove the jawbone except that it was so well bound. She also would have been happy to use something else, but there was no other rope immediately available. And she had to admit, at least privately, that she was excited to use this on him, in this manner.
While he was subtle about it, he was quite protective of the necklace, always taking care to tuck it safely within his armor on the field. Aside from bathing, she'd never seen him without it. He cleaned it, too, regularly wiping down the ties and the jawbone alike. She still remembered distinctly the first time she'd seen him do it, in this very room. It had felt like she'd been granted a new level of intimacy. So to be trusted with it, to be able to manipulate it, and with it, him, she was simultaneously excited and honored.
It was heavy. She’d known it was, had felt it laid against her often enough, but to hold it in her hands like this was different. The weight was physical, of course, but it was so much more than that. The proof of his trust in her grasp. In a way it was too light for what it was. She ran the band through her fingers, feeling the leather, the weight, the way it caught against her skin. The band was made of two flat strips of thin leather, the outer one longer than the inner, the naturally-occurring pattern of the material giving it traction against his outerwear and against her flesh. It’d certainly serve her purposes well. She shifted it to her left hand, the leather strips dangling, and gripped his right wrist. She walked behind him, gently pulling his arm into position - and he, obediently, moved his left alongside it. She hummed her approval and watched as he rolled his shoulders back slightly, hands crossed at the wrist against the chair back. Prepared for her.
She began by looping the innermost band around his wrists, then sliding it between them. She wove a complex pattern around and through his wrists, the longer cord still dangling free, and when she was done it made for a secure fit that shouldn’t hurt him. She had been planning to include the longer length in the tying, but ended up leaving it alone - she found that she rather liked the drape it made, the jawbone hanging some distance below his bound hands.
She moved in front of him once more, her pace deliberately even, each step measured, and she kept her back to him as she examined the instruments laid out upon the desk. She drew her hand across them all before teasingly picking one of the larger ones and pulling it free, glancing over her shoulder as she raised it to watch him pale slightly. Remarkable, considering. She had to work to stifle her giggle as she replaced it, drawing out the thinnest rod instead before turning to him. He exhaled heavily, a little shakily, but she noticed the very minor roll of his hips as well. He was eager, even though he was, perhaps, a little uncertain about this. As was she, truth be told.
The seller had given her some information about it, but she was still wary. Yet there seemed a simple solution for it. “What do you know of this?” She asked, keeping her voice smooth and low, as much a promise of what was to come as a command. She watched as he swallowed.
“It will require oil,” he began, already sounding strained. “It should be inserted slowly. And carefully.” There was a faint crease between his brows that she wanted to kiss away, holding herself back instead as she nodded. His information aligned with what the seller had told her, which she found sufficient. She pulled out the small vial that had come with the kit, pouring a thick drop onto the instrument itself and pausing before applying another drop to her fingertip, carefully balancing the metal bar and the drop of viscous oil as she set the vial aside and approached him. She transferred the instrument to her free hand as she gripped just below his head, easing his foreskin down until he was revealed to her before pressing her fingertip against his slit, hearing him hiss in a sharp breath at the cold oil as she moved in a gentle circle, working it into him.
She glanced up at his face while she continued the small motion, noting with interest that he was biting his lower lip. He had a strong tendency to do that when he was aroused, and she rather suspected he was unaware of it. She finished by pushing down slightly against his slit, encouraging the oil to enter him properly, before she removed her hand to spread the oil across the metal instrument. She met his eyes once again and raised a brow in silent question: he inhaled, exhaled slowly, and nodded. Next she knelt before him, looking down to bring the tip of the sound against his slit. He hissed again, the metal cold, and she moved it in a gentle circle just as she had done with her fingertip, letting his skin warm it.
As she circled she began teasing it inward, raising her free hand to hold his cock in position, wary of it twitching. “Ah,” the sound was half a sigh and half a moan, and she paused to look up at him, seeing him staring down intently. “Don’t stop,” he implored her, eyes dark and cheeks flushed with his arousal. She permitted herself a quick smile before shifting her focus back to the sound, feeling the gentle tension as she inserted it. She stopped when she'd gotten about an inch in, surprised by how noisy Solas was getting: sharp, sweet little sounds escaping him as she penetrated him in this new way.
She pulled it up until it almost slipped out of him and his breath caught, thighs trembling. As she let it sink back into his body she heard a soft thump and glanced up to see that he'd let his head drop against the chair back, eyes closed and lips parted. She could see the thrum of his heartbeat in his throat. “Enjoying yourself?” She teased as she shifted her focus back to the sound, letting it slip in deeper. He moaned at the insertion.
“I am,” he exhaled, voice thick. “It's unlike anything I've experienced. It's- oh,” he cut himself off with a sharp inhale as she let it drop another inch within him. It moved smoothly with the oil, and perhaps with his own slick. She wondered if she could get one of the thicker lengths into him after all. Another time, perhaps. This one was a little shorter than his hard cock, with a thick ball at the end that could rest against his entrance, but she still had a ways to go before it was fully inserted.
She settled more comfortably between his legs, sometimes feeling his thighs pressing against her and demonstrating an obvious tension as he tried to stay still. “Tell me what you're feeling,” she ordered, voice low but still a command. He shivered anew.
“I want more,” he breathed. “I want it in me. It feels so, mm-” she'd let it drop deeper and he took a slow breath. “Feels so good in me. I want it all.”
“Then beg.” Two words, spoken sharply, and not only did his thighs tense around her but he moaned and his cock jerked in her hand. He felt that.
“Please,” his voice was low and heavy, his desire plain, “please put it in. Please. I want it, I- I need it. Fill me up.” She just hummed, barely shifting it up and down, the shallowest motion inside him. “Mm. Please, my love, I need it. Fuck me.” Oh. She was soaking wet by now, rolling her hips side to side, grinding against the faint tension of her clothing. She knew he'd be able to feel it, too, feel her movements as she knelt there.
“Ask me again.” Some of her command had slipped away - she just needed to hear him say it again, needed to hear him ask for it…
“Please.” She looked up to see him staring at her, flushed and looking a little wild. “Fuck me.” The way he said it, the way his beautiful, warm voice turned the curse into something thickly sweet and filthy all at once, the edge of desperation, it was everything. Her chest ached with affection even as her cunt clenched hard around nothing, desperate to be filled. But it wasn't her turn, not yet.
She let it slip deeper inside him as she watched his expression twist, his shallow breaths, the tremors that stole across his body. She had her fingers on the ball at the end and didn't stop gently pushing until she met the slick warmth of his head. He was so tense, lines of muscle obvious across his skin, delightfully eager and overwhelmed and struggling desperately to stay still. “Fuck yourself with it,” she purred, releasing his cock and letting her hands settle on his thighs. He groaned as he started moving, hips jerking up in a facsimile of sex as he let the hard toy shift in him.
“Mm,” each sound he made was strained and desperate, his breathing irregular, and she glanced up to see his eyes closed and head tilted back as he worked himself. She smiled as a wicked idea crossed her mind, leaning in and holding her breath as she opened her mouth and let his next thrust guide him in - he made a strangled noise as he jerked erratically before starting to thrust into her mouth. “I'm so close,” he said, each word seemingly forced out, his entire body shaking. She didn't pull away, stroking along his thighs as he fucked her mouth and the sound. “Please,” he all but whispered, voice absolutely torn and raw. “Let me finish. Please let me finish. Let me come.” Ah. So he knew how this worked.
He kept thrusting in her mouth as she left the sound inside. He could orgasm, but it wouldn't come out - and it wouldn't feel right. Or so the seller had said. Alternatively, she could remove the sound as he came, providing him with a new, powerful sensation. She wasn't sure which to do, both options incredibly appealing, but for the moment she was content to listen to his low whines as he continued moving while trying to avoid finishing.
“Please vhenan. Please. I've been good.” Oh, he was all the way now, voice shredded as he begged her openly. “I'll do whatever you want. Just let me come, I need to, please. I can't- fuck, I can't hold out much longer, please -” He moaned loudly and shook, and for a moment she thought he was coming. “Please.” Ah. So not yet.
She pulled away and grabbed the ball, beginning to pull it free. “Come, Solas,” she whispered as she continued to withdraw it, meeting his eyes. They were wet, she noticed, and as he stiffened they slipped shut, a few tears coursing down his cheeks. She felt the tension as his seed hit the base of the sound and continued to pull it out, letting the pressure speed the process. When she pulled it free he came on her face as she snapped her eyes shut, listening to his series of breathless, shaky moans as he continued to spill, opening her eyes after a moment to watch him finish. The first burst had landed on her face but the rest fell against his stomach and legs as he panted.
He was shivering violently, hips rocking up even after he’d finished, as if chasing the sensation - or just overwhelmed. Then he opened his eyes to look down at her and gasped. She watched as his shoulders tensed and wondered if he was trying to thoughtlessly reach out to her, forgetting that he was bound. All but confirming her suspicion as he groaned and settled back against the chair, brows drawn together.
She raised her hand to her face and made a show of wiping his seed off, licking her fingers as she did so. He loved the way she tasted, she knew - she wasn’t as fond of the way he tasted, but she didn’t dislike it, either, and the impact her actions had on him right now was well worth the flavor. Besides, it was him, and she wanted all of him, had wanted all of him for a long time now. Wanted all he had to give, just as much as she wanted to give all of herself. He watched her clean herself avidly, still breathing heavily, and when she was done she smirked before bending forward and taking his cock back into her mouth.
She heard the unmistakable sound of his head thudding against the chair once more as she took his whole cock inside, his groan as she sucked absolutely ragged . “Please, it's so much,” he protested but she didn't stop, starting to move over him instead. The constant motion and suction made it difficult for him to soften, she knew, and she settled in to do it properly. “Vhenan-” Ah, his voice was a delight, thin and desperate as she continued to move on him. She pulled almost free but only to focus on his head, alternating between licking and sucking on his swollen tip.
After a moment a thought occurred to her and she pushed her tongue against his slit, hearing him gasp sharply above her. It wasn't as if he'd been widened enough to take even the tip of her tongue, but she was able to press deeper into his slit than she could before. She held his cock with one hand, sometimes moving across him and sometimes just holding him in place, working relentlessly on his head. “Fuck, please, I can't take this-” his protests were weak and exhausted, shivers coursing through him periodically - and, interestingly, there were times that he even jerked up against her mouth.
“You're in no position to complain,” she pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing across his skin. “You should be grateful. I'm on my knees for you, sucking your cock-” she grinned as he tensed before rolling his hips, brushing against her mouth. “That's it. There's my good little mutt. Now if you ask me nicely, I might give you my mouth again.”
“Mm… please. Please . Ah, please use your mouth.” She tsked, withdrawing slightly, grinning at his sharp moan. There was something quite desperate to the sound. “Please, vhenan. I'll be good for you. Just please… suck me.” Now she just hummed, noncommittal. “Suck my cock,” he grit out, each word punctuated, his voice once again turning the filthy into a visceral pleasure. She loved it when he spoke so coarsely, when his voice and his words were such a delightful juxtaposition.
“One more time,” she teased and he sighed.
“Please, suck my cock, vhenan. Fuck, please, I want your mouth around me, want to feel you. Push your tongue against my slit. Keep me hard for you. Keep me hard because it pleases you. Please, just- fuck!” The last was shouted as she took in his whole length, moving fast over him as he shuddered and jerked under her. “Yes, yes, that's it, please don't stop. It's so intense, fenedhis , I can't stand it. Take it from me. Make me the way - ah - the way you want.” Oh, she felt she could spill now just from listening to him, her hips rolling absently as she drew herself across his length. He was struggling, trying to soften but unable to with the constant stimulation, and she suspected there was more than a little pain involved. He would be unusually sensitive after such a unique evening and now she wasn’t letting his body relax the way it wanted to.
She shifted one of her hands to cup and squeeze his balls, hearing his sharp groan and feeling the way he trembled beneath her. Part of her wanted to keep this going until he hardened again, but she was soaking wet and desperate. So she pulled off of him with a slick noise and he whined at the loss of contact. It'd been overstimulating but she knew he liked that - giving and receiving, as it turned out. She busied herself with quickly stripping, careless about any implied nonchalance. She felt the wet spot in her breeches and could smell herself even before she drew them down. There was nothing of her arousal that could be made subtle, not now.
He, of course, was still bound. As she slid her smallclothes down before kicking them away, she regarded his softening member with some regret. Oh well. She'd have to find another way for him to please her. She stared at him in consideration, while he stared at her with undisguised desire. He didn't need to be hard to want her, didn't need to be overly aroused to take his time admiring her body, and his attention was deeply gratifying. She cocked her head as an unusual idea struck her, trying to think through the mechanics of it, debating how plausible it really was… then after a few moments she went to their bed and grabbed their pillows before walking back to him.
He was frowning at her now, clearly curious, but she just smirked before dropping the pillows side by side on the ground, then walking behind him and turning the chair. He drew in a quick, sharp breath at the sudden movement, but it was only the beginning - she held the chair firmly and began to tip it backwards. “Vhenan-” he cut himself off with a strained gasp as she lowered him further, watching his body tense as he struggled against the disorientation. He drew in a shaky sigh when his bound arms hit the pillows, body relaxing slightly as she was able to release the chair. “This is… different,” he said, sounding equal parts excited and puzzled. She smirked down at him.
Then she carefully knelt.
He gasped as she settled her cunt across his face, immediately licking into her soaking depths and she barely stopped herself from crumpling forward onto him. She couldn't stop herself from bucking against the pressure of his tongue, moaning without restraint and bracing her hands on the seat of the chair as she rode his face. “Fuck, yes, make me come. Make me come. Use your tongue, dog, give me what I want.” She shivered as she felt the thick vibration of his moan and started grinding against his face. It was such a strange position - her hands beside his raised legs, her cunt on his face, her legs braced alongside the chair back, and his body folded into a seated position beneath her.
When she looked straight down she saw his cock, saw the way his hips sometimes rolled minutely, and after a bit she lowered one of her hands and gripped him. She felt the wet heat of his gasp against her cunt and ground down on his face until he started moving in her again - then she started jerking him off, watching the tension pulse through his body. She wasn't being gentle about it, either, moving fast over his half-hard cock, angling it “upright,” which in this position drew it parallel to his thighs. She felt him twitch in her hand and smiled before closing her eyes and giving herself over to the wash of sensation.
“I need to come,” she breathed as she rocked against him faster, her stomach starting to feel tight. “Fuck, oh I'm close, I need this. Give me more. More , Solas, I'm- fuck-” She gasped and let her hips move as fast and hard as they wanted to, riding his face with abandon before she threw her head back with a deep moan. She kept moving against him as she came messily all over his face, feeling his tongue pressing into her as deep as it could go.
“You're so greedy for it,” she said softly, wonderingly, eyes still closed as she rode through her orgasm. “Such a little slut for me.” His cock jerked in her hand and she grinned as she began to pump him again, having stilled while she'd been coming. “Should I deign to take my little dog’s cock?” She hissed as he pressed harder against her, open-mouthed and fucking her slow and deep with his tongue. She rolled lazily against his mouth as she jerked him off, letting her occasional moan or gasp slip free without reserve.
At last she pulled herself away from him and stood shakily, legs feeling weak. She noted with some wonder how wet his face was - and the way he stared up at her with such clear, overwhelming hunger. Oh, but she wanted him, even having just come. However, first things first… “Hold on,” she said with a quick smirk, watching his brows arch as she bent towards him, his eyes trailing across her body as she moved. She grinned to herself when she noticed his gaze lingering on her breasts and stomach - bent over like this was not a position she would typically consider flattering, yet his interest was no less for it. It was quite charming.
She didn't linger, though, grabbing the back of the chair and lifting it up once again. It took some doing, the distribution of weight awkward until she got it closer to a normal, upright position, releasing it at the end to hear his sudden gasp as the chair dropped abruptly into place. She noticed her hands were trembling faintly as she worked to release his bound wrists, clearly still shaky from her orgasm. Despite the effect it had on her she was able to quickly loose the ties, settling the necklace back over his head. As she did so he drew his arms forward and rolled his shoulders a few times while she repositioned herself in front of him.
She'd just opened her mouth to tell him to stay still when he surged up and kissed her hungrily . She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue as he pressed it into her open mouth, but she didn't pull away. He wove one hand into her hair and yanked her head back to kiss her deeper, making her shiver with the way he suddenly claimed dominance. He pulled back ever so slightly, his breath hot on her face, their lips brushing as he spoke, voice thick and low: “I'm going to take you like a dog. On your hands and knees like some little bitch in heat.” She was so taken aback by the bold statement and the lurch of warmth in her core that she couldn't think of what to say or do, especially when he drew his hands under her thighs and lifted her up against himself.
She half thought he'd fuck her like this despite his words, but instead he walked them to the bed before unceremoniously dumping her onto the blanket. She gasped as she landed, then again as he flipped her over with a hand on her hip - then drew her hips up until she was on her knees. Fuck. He was barely letting her get her bearings before each movement and she felt like she'd left her mind back behind her desk across the room.
She jolted forward when he shoved his cock all the way inside her in one fast motion, groaning as her hands twisted in the bedding - the sudden stretch hurt and the sensation was overwhelming. She felt him draw one leg up to kneel on the bed before he started fucking her hard , almost brutally, and she whined and gasped under his rough ministrations. She also felt achingly close, her stomach tensing each time he hilted himself inside her, absolutely unyielding. “That's it, take all of me,” his voice was warm and cloyingly sweet as he fucked her senseless, snapping his hips against hers. “On your hands and knees, split open on my cock-” she gasped loudly and he laughed. He tried to make it mocking but it was a little too breathless.
“Fuck, yes, take me, take me ,” her exclamations were aligned with his thrusts, because she couldn't speak each time he shoved back inside her. “Coming-” she pressed her face into the bedding as she shouted, completely unable to hold back, her hips and thighs spasming as he kept fucking her. She was soaking wet and felt it seeping down her legs, and each thrust in her sounded filthy. He grabbed her hair and pulled her away from the blanket so she had to gasp and moan openly as he took her through her orgasm.
“Dirty little thing, coming with my cock in you.” She moaned breathily, again as he tugged on her hair once more. “You needed this so bad, didn't you? Needed to be held down and fucked like the bitch you are.” He snapped his hips forward even harder when he called her a bitch and it felt like she lost herself. He was so rarely rough with her, so rarely willing to be, but she loved it. She loved him . She realized distantly that she was making some truly desperate sounds, whimpering and moaning. “I'm going to come soon. Going to fill you up.” Oh, how she whined at that. “Don't you dare waste a drop.” His voice was rough now and he was getting noisy, grunting and moaning as he kept his brutal pace. “Make me come. Spill all over my cock. Clench so tight around me that I can't help but fill you up.” Oh. Oh, fuck . When had her hips started moving? But she was fucking back against him now. “Give me everything.”
“I'm, I'm-” He tugged on her hair and ground hard against her and she was gone , his gasp sounding like it came from far away as she did exactly what he wanted, as she soaked his cock in her pleasure. She made a strangled noise as he started moving in her fast, still riding her orgasm even as he moaned and started filling her. They moved together frantically as they both came hard and he bent over her as he continued to spill inside her.
Then she was crying out as he toppled them both sideways and started working her clit ruthlessly, his cock still hard in her. “You're going to come again,” he announced hoarsely, still twitching inside her. “I'm not going to stop until you go mad.” Oh, but she felt she already was. Then suddenly he was licking and biting at her ear and his fingers just wouldn't stop - pinching and rubbing at her clit, pulling on it, squeezing - and she could feel his seed, hot inside her. “Come for me. Give me everything. Come because you're so full of me.” She was gasping rhythmically now, somehow feeling close. He started moving in her again with a sharp gasp of his own, probably oversensitive, but as he fucked her, as he worked her clit, as he spoke into her ear between licking and biting it, she couldn't avoid the precipice.
She thought she might have shouted his name, but all she was really aware of was her body going completely stiff before she gushed against him and how she rode him hard as she came. It felt so sweet and long and overwhelming, and she was only distantly aware of his voice. It felt out of focus and she was so exhausted, so-
“Vhenan!” Something about his tone snapped her out of it, gasping as she came back to herself. “Are you okay?” He sounded terribly worried and she absently reached behind herself, her hand settling on his thigh. Her hand was shaking… no, her whole body was shaking. She still squeezed at him reassuringly.
“M’fine,” she murmured, squeezing again. “Wow.” Then she was laughing despite her sudden, overwhelming exhaustion. She only stopped when he pulled out of her and encouraged her to shift so she was facing him. It wasn't until she met his eyes and felt his hand brush at wet on her cheeks that she realized she was crying, too. She felt utterly drained. She had no idea what to say, no idea how to do this justice, and so she just pressed herself into him.
“Are you really okay?” He still sounded so worried and she tried to snuggle against him even tighter.
“Yes. Promise.” He started rubbing soothingly across her back and she sighed, warm and happy. “This feels good.” A pause. “That felt good, too.” She didn't feel like she could do more than string simple sentences together right now. She might have drifted off for a bit, because suddenly blankets had been drawn over them both and she couldn't remember moving. She kissed his bare chest and he ran his fingers soothingly through her hair and stroked across her neck. “Thank you,” she managed at last and he gave a small, questioning hum. She shook her head slightly - she still felt worn out. “I feel so good. So loose. Emptied.” He continued to play across her skin and hair and she kept herself pressed firmly against him.
“It was what I wanted to do,” he said after so long she'd thought he wouldn't respond. “I was desperate to take you after everything. But… I believe I understand what you experienced. It is something you have given me, a number of times. If I could do the same for you…” he trailed off, although he sounded pleased. Then he kissed the top of her head and she smiled.
“Thank you,” she said again. This time his hum was clearly a sound of pleasure. It pleased her, too, particularly since she didn't think she could keep her eyes open much longer.