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I think he’s disappeared when strong hands capture my thighs, and I jerk in surprise and relief. He squeezes them, his claws nearly breaking skin. But his grip softens, and one hand glides up between my legs, teasing open my lips.
I can’t help a smile from forming on a shallow sigh.
If they hadn’t put me in these damned silk bindings, I might have been able to urge him to the task. As it is, I have to wait while he explores me, slowly and deliberately. Two fingers slide between my lips and up, to the nub that leaps to attention.
He pauses there, testing it in a slow roll.
I’m squirming beneath him already, agonizing pleasure shooting up my spine. I bite my lip again to stop myself from demanding more. I just have to wait until he decides to stop torturing me and give me what I need.
He rolls gently, at first, taking his time.
I squirm, biting back a cry. His other hand catches my ass and squeezes, dragging me closer to him as he works my clit with more emphasis. That’s when two fingers slide in, and my body tightens around them.
I throw my head back with an unfettered groan of satisfaction. He glides in a little deeper as if he’s testing my body for something else. Something bigger. My knees are shaking when he leans forward, his hot breath chasing over my skin and leaving goosebumps behind.
I’m still surprised when his lips capture my left nipple as he works below, pushing and teasing my slick walls as if to find my end. I want to skewer myself onto his long fingers, but can do nothing more to encourage him.
When he tears off my breast, I gasp.
But it’s not long that he leaves me, pausing in his search below briefly before another bite of food is presented to my lips. I accept it like the others, enjoying the salty tang of the meat and the delightful sweet aftertaste.
A hand captures my shoulder as if he means to steady himself, and he uses his fingers to thrust for the first time. I quiver before melting over him. He seems intimately aware of how dangerous his claws are, and takes care not to gouge my insides. I’m not sure how he does it, but on his second thrust, I forget to care.
My body responds favorably, clamping around his fingers before he adds a third. He stretches me until it hurts before withdrawing again. His fingers are slick with my juices when he presses them to my lips, forcing me to taste myself.
I lap at his persistent fingers like the creature I am.
I think I hear a moan escape him, but it’s almost too low for me to hear. He presents his knuckles one at a time, until they’re licked clean, and he captures my mouth with his. No food this time, his tongue prying my teeth open to taste me.
I take in his heady exhale, drugged by his glorious handling.
A trolvor asked me if I’d do anything for my master. And for this one, I just might. He opens my mouth a little wider, pushing past my defenses so that our tongues dance in my fluid. He returns the clean fingers to my sopping cunt, taking a little less care this time.
I surge beneath him, his lips stifling my next cry.
He orients me to the world, where nothing else can. I crave to see the creature who could make me feel this way, but if he doesn’t want to be seen, then I could live with that. I want all of him, but I’m willing to take what I can get.
You don’t deserve it, comes the thought, but it fades just as quickly under his touch. He doesn’t give me much opportunity to consider anything else as he finds my end, jamming his fingers in to the last knuckle.
My body tightens all at once, and before I know it, I’m coming.
He keeps his fingers lodged deep inside of me, straining against the bones of my hips. He sucks in my scream of ecstasy, greedy for everything I have. And I give it to him.
Fuck, he can take it all.
When my body finally relaxes, going limp against the table, he resumes his gentle thrusts, adding a fourth finger that stretches me nearly beyond my limit. I weep behind the blindfold, shaking my head. If he goes any deeper, he’ll have his whole hand inside of me soon.
Could I even take it?
Something tells me I can. Maybe it’s the dull throb of my cunt, aching to be pounded harder, faster, until I go numb from the waist down. He seems to know what I need, picking up the pace again, demanding my body to go rigid.
A heavy thumb presses against my clit, rubbing me into another fit.
My limbs are sore from straining for so long, but I clench beneath him, my breath hot and ragged. “More,” I hiss under my breath, gritting my teeth. “More.”
He obliges with silent urgency.
I strain against the pleasure of it all, bowing against the grain of the table. An arm slides under to support me as he knees up on the table. Plates and silverware clatter and crash, but he doesn’t seem to care, rubbing and thrusting on a rising pace.
