“Be still as I commanded you,” he growls.
I howl, and drop my head. I can no longer move. I feel my ass pulsing, trying to squeeze around something, and I feel empty. My body screams for relief. Tears well up in my eyes. I sob. He squeezes more firmly, and I’m locked in place with his hands against my hot, burning flesh. My pussy is so wet that I can feel trickles of my juices rolling down the inside of my thighs.
“Please,” I sob miserably. “Please. I’ll do anything that you want. Just please, please, don’t stop… don’t leave me here…”
I can’t believe what I’m saying. But I can’t stop myself. I know this is what he wanted, to break me, and I don’t want to give him what he wants. A voice in my head is screaming this at me, but my limbs shake with the dissatisfaction, the pain of no release.
He is still holding on to my ass, my flesh burning. He begins to knead it, and I let out a long, terrible wail.
“I give up,” I say. “Please. I give up. I will do what you tell me to, just please let me come,” I beg. My limbs are shaking.
He says nothing, but I feel his hands slide over my skin, the claws a feathery, deadly touch that sends shivers all over my body. He pressed the smooth, curved outside of one claw against the tender ring of my anus and slowly makes a circle around my gaping asshole.
“You will do anything that I want,” he growls.
I’m not sure if this is a question or a statement.
It doesn’t matter.
“Please,” I repeat. I don’t know what I’m pleading for. I want him inside of me, I want him to claim me. I will fall on my knees and pleasure him, I will do anything.
It’s only at this moment that I realize he has never strapped me to the table. For a moment, I whimper breathlessly, and his finger moves around my ass before he stops and grips my buttock.
I move my feet, and then I move without thinking. I turn, getting onto my ass and facing him.
He is staring at me. He doesn’t stop me, only stands with his hands at his sides, his chest moving in deep breaths. Everywhere that he’s marked by the reptilian yellowkryth, he glows, his eyes wide and feral, filled with something I have never seen before.
Terror is inside of me as I scoot toward him, but it’s like the terror of heights that I feel on the glass bridge; I know, somehow, that I’m safe from it. My feet drop off the table, and he steps toward me, a snarl on his lips.
I don’t know where the impulse comes from, or how I’m brave enough to do it; I reach out with a trembling hand and place a fingertip on hiskryth, on his bare forearm.
The effect on him is immediate: he sucks in his breath and his entire body tenses. From where my finger touched him, a streak of yellow-green flashes along the patterns on his arm, snaking up to his neck, and his body seems almost jolted by electricity.
“Anya,” he growls, a note of warning in his voice.
I move my finger along hiskryth. Between his legs, his cock is swelling, I can see it bulging. It pulses with hiskryth. The skin is like velvet beneath my fingertips, and somehow it delivers immense pleasure to me—the pleasure travels through my fingers and up to my heart, down my spine, to the center of my legs, where it pulses, raw and needy.
We are staring at each other. I’m not breathing. I feel a vibration inside of him, traveling through hiskryth. It’s a dangerous game that I’m playing, and somehow I sense this—Rysethk’s control seems to be slipping. I try to tell myself to stop, remind myself that he’s almost seven feet tall, pure muscle, with claws and no compunction about murder. That he could crush me in his hands.
But then I feel, almost as suddenly, empowered.
Hecan’thurt me. It’s a taboo that he cannot break, under punishment of death. This is all according to Trasmea, but I believe her.
I reach with my other hand for the clasps on his robe. He growls again, but he now seems to be in a trance-like state, unable to think, unable to stop me.
I unfasten the first one, and then the second. Hiskrythis pulsing and hot, the energy in it growing with each second. The vibration is stronger, his growl louder. In my stomach, the very real possibility that he will tear me to shreds makes my stomach flutter, but I keep going, driven by the ache between my legs.
The robe opens, bit by bit, and he lets me do it while he grits his teeth and growls like an animal. Beneath the robe, his skin is almost entirely covered inkryth, which shimmers and glows. I move further, and the last clasp is opened, freeing his cock. I don’t look down at it, but I can feel it against my thigh when it springs loose.
I meet his eyes and I’m mesmerized by them. I lean forward, driven by a desire to place my tongue on his pulsing yellowkryth. I’m drawn to this by a force deep inside of me, nowhere near my consciousness.
His eyes are on mine, swallowing me whole, when I lean in and place my tongue on the golden, pulsing skin. It moves beneath my tongue, pulsing independently of the inky skin that surrounds it. I put my hands on his arms and grip them, and I can feel his raw energy beneath my palms. His muscles tense, and his face contorts into a snarl, but it doesn’t frighten me. Somehow I know what I’m doing, and it isn’t angering him.
I canfeelwhat I’m doing to him in the salty, pulsing heat on hiskryth. The way his muscles have grown tense, and his cock throbs against my thigh. It’s so big and thick, and I can feel its contours and want to look at it, but I can’t take my eyes away from his.
His lips move and he says something in his language. The growl of his voice vibrates under my tongue as I make my way along his patterned skin to his neck, along his jawline. I have never in my life felt the desire that I feel now, between my legs.
I reach his lips, and move my fingers to caress hiskrythwhile we breathe, inches from each other’s mouth, staring into each other’s eyes.
