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"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," I babble, backing away from him. "I didn't mean to hurt you or break your props. I just wanted to prove you were a human."

Asmon stops short and glares at me before rocking his neck back and forth, popping it a few times. "Is that what this is all about? You need proof I am who I say I am? You've got it."

He closes his eyes for a moment before thick fur starts sprouting from his body. Dumbstruck, I stand there and gape at him. His feet turn into hooves and his nails grow long and curled. Last, his tongue thins out a bit and lengthens until it's at his chest. If this is an illusion, it's the best damn one I've ever seen.

Not willing to trust my eyes, I tiptoe over to him, eyeing his stationary frame. He holds out his hands as if asking me to touch him, to prove to myself one way or another his validity. Reaching out, my fingers brush against coarse fur. Fuck me, but this is real.

Horrified, I try to back up but Asmon grips my arms, his long nails digging into my skin. It's not enough to break flesh, but if I struggle, he'll hurt me.

"Please." The whispered plea slips from my lips before I can even stop it. What am I even asking for? This man, no, this creature, is going to kill me. And it's all my fault for not believing in him in the first place. Holding me in his immovable grasp, he tilts his head down to run his nose up the side of my neck. Goosebumps explode over my skin at his gentle movement, so different from the painful, iron grip on my arms.

His tail whips out from behind him and skims up the seam of where my legs are pressed tightly together before sliding over my stomach and up to my throat. Again, it curls itself around, stopping short at just cutting off my breathing. I hold still, not daring to move.

The rhythmic pulsing of his tail as he squeezes then releases makes me lightheaded and giddy. Moaning, I sway in grip, but he holds me firm, never letting me go.

“You. Are. Mine.” His voice is deep and guttural, nothing like the smooth, deep cadence from earlier. It’s like a completely different man stands before me. Not only does he sound different, his stance, his mannerisms, everything is different. A frisson of fear fills me as he crowds into my space, taking everything from me, even my air. Every breath in is filled with his scent. Even that is different. It’s darker, spicier, more forbidden.

With a growl, he runs his nails down the line where my legs meet. “Open for me, mate.”

Mate? That fear amps up a bit more and sets my heart to pounding.

“I will not ask you again.” His fingers turn a bit until his nails are biting at my skin.

Squelching a whimper, I shift about until my legs open in a wide stance. I watch him as he tips his nose up into the air and takes a deep inhale.

“So wet. So ready for me.” Careful of his claws, he slides his palm across my mound before curling his fingers together, gripping my skin in his sharp grip.

Unbidden, my yelp finally wrestles free. Asmon smiles down at me, his smirk dark and predatory.

“What do you think? Real enough for you? Or do I need to do something else to convince you?”

He curls his fingers even tighter. I want to look down, just to see if I’m bleeding, but his tail keeps my face tilted up at him. I shake my head as best I can, but he simply smiles and releases his death grip. I open my mouth to take a breath, but the tip of his tail covers my lips, just as effectively as his hand. Squirming, I try to break free. I struggle against him. Fuck if he hurts me or not, I’m not just going to play dead.

His eyes narrow in a menacing glare as he guides me back over to the spanking bench. This time, I can’t fight him. Any resistance is met with his unyielding tail squeezing until I become pliant. The lowest part of the bench hits the back of my knees, and my body threatens to crumble. With one hand on my pussy, and the other gripped tightly about my arm, he maneuvers me how he wants me.

Instead of being facedown as I was earlier, I’m now face up, with the highest part of the bench supporting my back and hips. My feet rest on the lower portion where my knees once were. My hands are high above my head, attached to something at the top of the bench. Under other circumstances, this might be comfortable. As it is, fear sets my knees to quaking. It’s only his hand and arm that keeps them from knocking together. His fur brushes the inside of my thighs reminding me just how fucked I really am.

Once I’m laying how he wants me, he moves the chain to rest above my shoulder and dangle down to the floor. Keeping his tail affixed at my neck, he makes quick work of restraining me back to the bench. Satisfied that I can’t escape, he lifts the head of his tail off my lips and unwinds it from my neck.

“One sound out of you and I will gag you. Don’t test me on this.”

Eyes wide, I stare up at him and nod my head.

“Good. Now then, let’s proceed with your actual punishment. But first, A little teasing before we get down to business.”

I open my lips to protest, but one raised eyebrow from him and I shut them tight. Dipping his head forward, he locks eyes on me as he lowers his long tongue. His head doesn’t move at all. The only thing moving is his tongue as it stretches out from his mouth down to my nipple. Squirming, I attempt to angle my breast away from him, but unerringly, the tongue follows my movements, homing in on me. The tongue curls around my shamelessly hard nipple, sending ripples of sensation down my body. Weird or not, the feeling is not like anything I’ve experienced before. I stare up at a spot on the ceiling and bite my lip. I don’t want to incur any further wrath, so I do everything in my power to stay quiet.

As I lay there, his tongue works magic on my body. As it curls around the other nipple, Asmon makes it squeeze and release, mimicking the rhythmic pulse of his tail when it was around my neck. Moaning, I arch into the sensation, letting it flow through me. Just as I start to really get into it, he pulls his tongue away and replaces it with his fingers. His claws scrape at my skin as his fingers pluck me. Soft mewls rise from the back of my throat. Thankfully, it’s not enough for him to gag me. Try as I might, I can’t keep quiet. Every time I think I’m doing well, he changes up the sensations, forcing me to groan or grunt in response.

My thighs are slick as I rub them back and forth, trying to find some small measure of relief. Chuckling, Asmon slides one of his hands down to my mound and wiggles his fingers until he pushes past the resistance of my legs. Bringing his other hand down, he spreads me open. Cool air wafts against my damp skin, sending chills through me.

“Look at me,” he growls, his fingers digging into the insides of my thighs.

With a gasp, I pull my gaze from up above and stare at him as he lowers that damn tongue towards my pussy. Unable to keep watching, I scrunch my eyes shut, only to be rewarded with his nails digging back into me. The biting pain adds to the heat building inside me. Opening my eyes, I watch, transfixed, as the narrow tip disappears below the swell of my mound. Though I can’t see him, dear gods I can feel him. The tiny tip flicks back and forth against my clit with precision. Groaning, I toss my head back and lift my hips up towards him. Not that he needs any help.

With a chuckle, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving so fast it’s almost too much. My orgasm builds inside me as my channel clenches on air. I want to be filled so badly. This time, I’m actively humping the air, not caring in the least if I look like a hussy. My muscles tighten and clench as I get closer and closer.

Fisting and releasing my hands, I moan and wail as he continues his oral onslaught. My entire body stiffens as everything in me bares down, preparing for the massive orgasm about to rip through my body. Then he stops. The bastard actually stops. I’m a mere few swipes with his tongue away from an amazing orgasm and this asshole fucking stops.