Vytln couldn’t stop the snort of derision. It made her jump, gaze darting back up to his. She looked so startled. Almost frightened. Not scared of him, but more of the reaction. Like she was afraid he was laughingather.
“You? Toomuch?” He snickered. “If a person is making you feel like you’re too much, it’s because they’re too small to handle you.”
She blinked at him before a small, cautious smile relaxed on her face. “You are thinkingyou’renot too small to handle me? I’m a handful.”
Vytln smirked and turned, rolling over her. He caught her arms and pinned them together up over her head. She looked surprised to suddenly find herself pinned beneath him, but shedidn’t resist. A darn shame. He’d like if she struggled and made him work for it.
She did wiggle a bit, laughing as she tested his grip. But she didn’t get anywhere. Of course not. He was more than enough to handle her. Even if she was a pest. She was one that he’d already successfully trapped.
“Do you really mean to be mine?” He asked, cocking his head as he looked down at her.
She didn’t hesitate. Just nodded eagerly.
“Why?” He asked, not begging for her affection, but needing to hear her reason. Needing to know this wasn’t a whim or a curiosity. She had agreed to him so readily, even before he’d come to terms with what had happened. He needed to know she wouldn’t regret it.
Part of the mating process for his people was binding her in this trap. Immobilizing her completely and having his way with her when she could do nothing to stop him. The trust required for that alone, the faith she’d need to have in him not to hurt her, wasn’t the kind that could be forced on a whim. And if she struggled and tried to fight and resist, his instincts wouldn’t know the difference between her desire and her rejection.
The mating trap, for his people, was such a complex thing. Though he captured his female within it, a lvtl female would be able to hurt him and keep him out if she didn’t want him in there.
But Haven wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Not if he forced the issue. It was a delicate process for his people, but it would be an overwhelming one for her. He couldn’t just act and assume ashe would with one of his own species. He had to check with her. He had to be sure.
Haven didn’t answer him immediately either. She pursed her lips as she thought about the question. Her head rocked side to side as if bouncing it around in her brain.
“I don’t knowing,” she finally said. “I am being happy in here.”
“In my trap?”
“In my nest.” She beamed at the soft things he’d surrounded her with. The carefully crafted nest he’d built had been rearranged and altered to suit her tastes and needs by her hand, but he found he didn’t mind. He actually liked what she created better. It was certainly messier, but it was what she wanted, and she looked so comfortable in it.
She focused back at him and her smile widened. “I am being happy with you. You are fun to teasing. You are fun to tormenting.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he grumbled, and that just made her laugh harder. He felt his own smile tugging at his lips.
And maybe he understood why some people would consider her to be too much. Not because he felt that way, but because he’d felt what it was like to be too much for others. Most people didn’t want to deal with him because he was always in a bad mood and most people annoyed him. But that didn’t bother him since he also didn’t like them.
But in regards to being too much for people, they were very similar in that regard. But if they were too much for other people, then that must mean they were just right for each other.
Keeping her arms pinned over her head, he used his other hand to grab her hip and pull it up, forcing one of his legs between hers and resting her leg on his hip.
“Do you understand what it means to be mated to me? To accept a lvtl male?”
She shook her head, but her eyes were open. Accepting. Almost eager.
“I bind you in this nest. I take away your sight. I still your tongue. I spread your legs and tie your arms. I render you completely vulnerable, then I claim you as hard and as often as I can. As long as I can. UntilI’mtoo exhausted to continue. And that will take quite a while, I assure you.”
“How longing is a while?” She asked, tone curious with just a hint of caution.
He pressed his groin against hers. Grinding into her. Letting her feel the hard length of his cock.
His first cock.
“I have two,” he said simply. “And they don’t come at the same time. One comes, then the other. But neither soften. One always stays hard so I can plug you up with it. Fuck you with it until the refractory period passes. And by the time it does and the second one comes, the first one is hard again.”
He left it there, but the implication wasn’t at all lost on Haven. Her eyes went wide as she realized what he was saying. While one cock recovered, the other was working, then he would come and they would switch off. She wouldn’t get a single break. And bound, gagged, blinded as she would be, she would be helpless to do anything but take it.
Vekt, hevektingloved that thought.
Haven with her hands trapped behind her back, her legs folded over and forced apart. A black sash over her eyes. Or maybe something brighter to contrast her skin. Like that yellow in her dress. A gag pressed between those pretty, dual color lips. Even something over her ears, making sure she couldn’t hear anything either. Only her own moans echoing in her head, muffled by the gag. Her breasts bound and displayed with thin little chains that would bite into her skin. Oh, he’d have to be so careful with such skin, but the idea of leaving little marks behind made his cocks throb as they started to rise from their bed.
