Tiny whimpers fill his ears, and fuck if it wasn’t enough to abandon his plan to savagely pound into her holes.
His hands slowly and methodically grope at her soft body as if he may never feel her again. The brush of her skin ignites his own with the sensation of lightning coursing straight to his cock.
She is unlike any woman he has bedded. A familiar surge of power churns in his belly as he savors being the center of her life in this stolen moment of pleasure.
When he steps away again, her frantic murmurings increase. He glances over his shoulder at her pink lips nestled in the fabric, muffling her lovely voice.
“What is it, Aura?” He inspects the melted wax buildup of the unique Pradacian candle. The wax becomes pliant and peels gently off the skin if spilled.
She mumbles a string of frustrated pleadings that only draw a smirk across his lips.
He blows out the flame as his finger glides along her jaw and tenderly travels down to her breasts.
Ever so slowly, he lowers the candle, tipping it until hot wax drips across her breasts and down her stomach. Her initial shriek settles to a low moan as he writes his name out across her skin with the wax.
She twists her hips with a need he greets with two fingers pressed into her drenched cunt, pulsing against her wet core.
“Does my princess wish to come?” He pours the remaining hot wax over her breasts, spelling his name once more across her skin. Calder thrusts his fingers in and out of her pussy, causing her hips to roll.
She chases his touch, and he senses her shudder beneath him. “Come for me, baby girl.” He growls low.
Her walls clench around his fingers as she screams her release. Her orgasm squirts from her cunt, and fuck if it doesn’t make him hard as stone. He tilts her ass, spraying herself with her cum.
As she settles off of her orgasm, he swirls his fingertips along the wetness on her stomach, writing his name in the mess.
As she lays amidst the wax and her cum, he gathers the tattoo elements from his pack and sits beside her head, untying her wrists and tugging out the gag.
“Tonight, I permanently mark you, but you can choose where.” He shows her the ink and needle, taking pleasure in her little gasps.
She licks her lips and rubs her wrists as realization washes over her features. She extends her wrists toward him. “Calder,” she taps her right wrist, “and Iss Drengr,” she taps her left. “In runes, not the common tongue.”
He takes her wrists, gingerly stroking her delicate skin with his thumb. “This will hurt.”
“Who do you think tattoos in my family?” She quirks her brow.
“I have one condition,” he continues, focusing on her wrists. “That you add your name here,” he taps the center of his chest.
“I would be honored, Jarl Calder.” She purrs.
He dips the needle into the ink vial before tapping it into her skin, satisfied that she doesn’t flinch as it pierces the sensitive flesh of her wrist. “Good baby girl, hold still for me.”
He finishes his name on her right wrist, then adds ‘Iss Drengr’ to the left, creating a pair of cuffs bearing his name in her flesh. Every tap of the needle pulses a longing in his cock to force himself into her sweet pussy.
Once he completes her tattoos, Calder lies on his back. “Now, you are going to give me your name while I am buried inside you.”
She crawls atop his thick body, her hands tracing his inked knots with silent reverence.
He lifts her before sliding her onto his cock. Her needy moans and grasping hands have him gritting his teeth so as not to unload too early.
Once he bottoms her out, he hands her the needle and ink.
She breathes heavily, her pussy pulsating around his shaft as she taps her name in the center of his chest. Between each rune, she gyrates her hips, evoking strangled whimpers as he fills her. When she finally completes the last rune, she sets the items aside and digs her nails into his shoulders.
“Please, Calder!” She licks his neck.
His arms envelop her as he spins them both, guiding her beneath him. He thrusts deep inside her, pushing her into the bed while his hands pin down her forearms, careful of her sensitive wrists.
“Do you want me to fill you, baby girl?” He grunts in her ear.
