“No,” he grunted, his voice filled with gravel. “But you’ll give it to me, anyway.”
Sin smiled, spitting on her hand. Max stilled, holding his breath. She hovered her spit-soaked palm just above his cock, teasing him with a faint touch until it twitched. A whimper escaped Max as he thrust upward, desperate for her touch.
“Please,” he begged, his frustration clear in the raw edge of his voice.
Sin’s nails traced along his length as she purred, “Do you like being at my mercy, Max?”
Max groaned, his hands flexing in the restraints, his voice rough with need. “Yes… Please, Sin…” His words were choked, his control slipping, and Sin grinned, reveling in his surrender.
“If your little princess ever dares touch you,” Sin murmured, her lips brushing his ear, “she won’t live to regret it.” Her voice was dangerously soft, sharp enough to cut.
Max’s breathing hitched, his voice cracking as he rasped, “Youare my princess, little blade. Always.”
His words sent a dark thrill through her, but she wasn’t done with him yet. Sin’s hand gripped his cock firmly, stroking just enough to make him groan, his hips rising toward her, begging for more.
She spit obscenely on the head of his cock, pumping him faster before licking the tip. His moan was intoxicating. Just a lick, and he was ready to come. But with a smile, she pulled back, leaving him trembling and gasping, his body aching for her touch.
“A cruel, wicked princess,” he breathed, making Sin chuckle low and throaty.
“Am I cruel when I wrap my soaking heat around your cock?”
His involuntary response had her laughing huskily.
The corner of his lips curved, throwing her off, until she felt the reason on her hand.
Revealing his power, Max made scales harden on his cock more, less like a slithering snake and more like a dragon. A beautiful cock turned mesmerizing with the hard ridges of the scales.
Sin blinked, her fingers hesitating for a heartbeat as she took in the sight. The scales rippled, glinting in the dim light, and for just a moment, she lost her breath. Power. It wasn’t supposed to be his right now, and yet she was desperate to end their torture.
Sin straddled him, her body sliding over his as she settled above him. She pressed her thighs against his hips, teasing him with the warmth of her body just above his throbbing cock, but still denying him what he craved most. Max sucked in a breath, his chest rising beneath her, his lips parting in a low, guttural moan.
She smirked, leaning down to kiss a slow line along his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin as her lips traveled down to his collarbone. Every inch of him was hers to claim.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, sending a shudder through his. His hips lifting instinctively, begging for more.
“Please, Sin…” Max’s voice was ragged, hoarse with desperation, but Sin’s grin only widened as she teased him further.
Slowly, she reached down, guiding him just to the edge of her entrance, letting him feel her slick heat against his tip. His entire body tensed, poised for the contact he craved, but she kept him waiting.
Then, in one slow motion, she finally sheathed him inside her, sinking down onto his full length. The feel of his scales sent a shock through her body—smooth, ridged, and so different. It was a strange, mesmerizing combination of pain and pleasure,each movement within her eliciting a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.
Max groaned loudly, the sound torn from deep within him, his head falling back against the bed as he trembled beneath her. Sin’s smile widened at the sound, her body still as she sat fully upon him, but not moving, not yet.
“Tell me how it feels to be at my mercy,” she whispered. “Tell me what you are, Max.”
“It feels…fuck,” he groaned again, his voice broken. “It feels… Sin, I—” He struggled to find the words, his control slipping entirely as she held him, completely still, her tight heat wrapped around him, unmoving.
“Do you love this pussy?” Sin rocked her hips once, her nails digging into Max’s chest. She could feel his muscles quivering beneath her touch, the raw tension of a body pushed past its limit.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” His breathing grew ragged, his voice cracking as he gasped her name, every word a plea that bordered on incoherence. She saw it in lines of his face—the need, the edge of madness that only she could pull him back from.
Lifting her knees, she braced herself on the balls of her feet, then bounced, fucking him harder. “You want to fill this pussy with your cum?”
“Forever, I do,” he moaned.
Her orgasm was building, halfway there just from listening to him moan and whimper. Reaching down, she grabbed the loose end of the ties, pulling his hands free. “Then open your eyes,” she whispered.
His eyes were all irises, green with specks of gold, and slit pupils like a serpent. The moment he was free, he flipped Sin onto her back, practically rutting her into the bed. He fucked herhard and fast, making her tits bounce as she threw her head back and screamed her release.
