She groaned and leaned back against him, baring her throat even further to whatever he wanted to do with it.
If he wasn’t so obsessed with her, he might be irritated by the fact that she’d figured out his kinks so quickly and knew exactly what he wanted from her.He maneuvered her backwards until she lay on her back, exposed to whatever his perverted heart desired with no idea what was coming—exactly the way he wanted her.
“Hands over your head.”
She complied with an easy grace that made her back arch and presented her for him in a very appealing way.
Talon traced the point of his knife down her centerline and around her perfect tits until she moaned, then leaned down to pull one of her nipples into his mouth.
Gods, he loved her tits.Someday soon he was going to spend all night giving them the worship they so richly deserved, until she was sopping wet and crying for him.But not right now—tonight he had other plans.
He went back and forth between the hard nubs, giving them both equal attention with his lips and tongue and teeth, adoring the way that the piercings made her so much more sensitive to the smallest touch.She was soon begging for more, and for an answer, he continued downward with the knife.
When she spread her thighs for him to do whatever he wanted, he couldn’t fucking believe it.He angled the blade away from her and pushed the cold metal hilt into her cunt.Her explosive moan echoed in the quiet night.
The backside of the knife was designed to be a sex toy, seamless and curved, but she didn’t know that.For all she knew, she was humping a real knife hilt and getting off on it.He watched her in wonder as she writhed under him, fucking herself on the shaft with slutty abandon.“If I let you, you’d actually come all over this wouldn’t you?”he asked with a growl.
She moaned, her hips flexing to take the hilt all the way down to where he held it at the crossbar.“I’d come on anything you put inside me.”
He grunted.“We’ll see about that.”
He moved around to kneel between her bent legs and traded the knife for the bottle of lube.Pouring a healthy amount into his right hand, he took a moment to spread it around all the way down to his wrist.He slid three fingers into her easily, thanks to how drenched she was for him, massaging as deep as he could go to spread the lube.
She mewled and writhed under him, her body heating as her arousal grew.When he gathered all his fingers together with his thumb and pushed into her a while later, she tensed with an audible gasp.
He had considered letting her come before he took her this way, especially after the show she’d put on with the knife, but the deeply sadistic part of him that relished watching her when she was in discomfort that he inflicted had won out.He was supposed to be living out his fantasy after all.
He worked deliberately.Carefully.Pushing his entire hand into her bit by bit.She shivered under him with the effort of keeping still as the lust crawled through her and filled her to bursting.
When he was in all the way to the wrist, he waited for her breathing to calm before he slowly withdrew and started all over again.He worked his way a little deeper each time, marveling at the way she continued to open for him.He fisted her until she was sobbing noisily.Pausing with his hand inside her, his greedy gaze raked her sweaty, exposed body as she shivered with unslaked lust.
This was how he liked her best, completely undone and helpless.She was a captive of her desire, pliant and eager.Gods, he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
“Do you want to come like this?Stretched wide over my whole fucking arm?”
Her body quivered around him.“Yes,” she whined, desperate and breathless.“Please.”Her voice was so perilously hopeful.
He had some idea how much it cost her to put her brassy attitude aside because it was what he wanted.Denying her that release was like stretching a tight and aching muscle.“Too bad.”
She whimpered and sniffled as he withdrew his hand slowly and pushed it in one more time.
By the time he was done, he was drunk on her tears.He prowled over her body, looming over her with a possessive growl.Exhausted as she was, she still spread her thighs for him obediently.He couldn’t get over how slutty she was for him, no matter what he did to her.He gripped the tie of her hood and pulled it tight, until it was right on the cusp of cutting off her breath, and then slid his rock-hard cock into her trembling pussy.
When he was all the way in, he braced his thighs against the backs of hers and settled his weight over her.She panted under him, her chest rising and falling against him.
She jerked in surprise when he leaned so his mouth was brushing the fabric covering her ear and said in a soft voice, “I thought long and hard about what my fantasy might be.”He stared down into the featureless hood.“Honestly, I only have one.I’d like to tell you about it.”
She nodded immediately.
“All satyrs are shapeshifters.Some of us choose to go around in a very human-looking guise to blend in.I’ve never done that.”He touched her throat with his thumb, pressing lightly until she squirmed.“The form you’ve seen is very close to my true form, with one notable exception.”
He paused to gather his nerve.“The cock that’s inside of you right now, the one I’ve fucked you with for weeks, isn’t mine.It’s a humanized version.”He let his tongue trace the outline of her ear through the fabric.“In all my years, I’ve never fucked anyone with my own dick.”
She grabbed his arm.She didn’t say anything.Didn’t make a sound.He might have hated her if she’d pitied him in that vulnerable moment, but she didn’t.All she did was turn her head to the side in complete submission, exactly the way she did when he was fucking her to sleep.
He leaned to kiss her throat, then decided that wasn’t enough and kissed her through the hood.
She moaned as he laved her open lips with his tongue through the fabric.Gods it was filthy, and she fucking loved it every bit as much as he did.He triggered the change and hissed with pain.It felt like he was being ripped apart and put back together.Every time.
