He didn't drop her, of course. He held her upper body up, the lower half still in the trap, as he lifted her, arching her back and forcing her to look in his eyes.
“You are testing my patience, little pest,” he growled.
And was rewarded with a flash of desire in her eyes as her wicked smirk teased at the corner of her lips. Still completely unafraid even as he maintained complete control over her. If he released his grip on her wrists now, she wouldn’t be able to save herself from falling face first to the ground. But still, even wholly dependent upon him and his good will, she remained sassy and unafraid.
“You aren’t going to being doing anything about it,” she said. Deliberately provoking. Wanting him to do something. Happy to push him over the edge.
And Vytln was more than willing to fall.
Reaching down, he yanked the belt off his waist with one hand then, working quickly, he tied her wrists together and hung them up off the edge of one of the half-melted tools that formed the exterior of his trap. Doing so forced her out of his trap just alittlebit more, so now her lower body was balanced from about halfway down her thighs.
Meaning her cunt was within reach.
And while she might not be fully bound, she was still completely in his control. She couldn’t wiggle her way forward; she couldn’t pull herself back. Her back was arched up, offering her breasts, and leaving her exposed and helpless to his whims.
That leather jacket she wore was open at the front, but her shirt was not. That was an easy fix, however, as he grabbed it by the neck and ripped it clean down the middle. The tattered remainshung down as her breasts were exposed to his eyes. Her chest heaved with excited breaths as her muscles bunched and tensed and those tight little peaks began to harden.
Vytln helped himself. Lowering his head, he caught one in his mouth and sucked,hard, swallowing nearly the whole tit as she let out a surprised cry of delight. He flicked the peak of the other one and that cry turned into one of sharp surprise, then a hiss as he caught it between his fingers and pinched. All the while, he ran his tongue over the first, sucking and nipping at it in turn. Enjoying himself and the whimpering sounds she made as she tried to struggle against him.
Switching his mouth to her other breast, he left that one to cool in the air as he instead reached for the shorts on her hips. Without looking, he used his claws to rip those open as well. The tattered remains were still there, trapped in place because she couldn’t open her legs, but they weren’t so tightly closed that he couldn’t slide his hand down, running his fingers down through her slit.
Here was yet another comparison he couldn’t help but make. A human female compared in general to lvtl female. Females of his species would have one hole, but it split into two just inside, one pocket for each of his cocks. That, in turn, led to two wombs. And, like he could only come from one cock at a time, a lvtl female could only get pregnant in one womb at a time. But she needed the stimulation from the girth of both cocks in order to come.
It was a fully internal process. As it was for most females in the universe. Vytln knew only a few females that weren’t lvtl, but none of them reacted because of external stimulation.
So, he was surprised when he’d seen her manipulate her fleshoutsideof her body. But he was a fast learner. And she was a sensitive little thing.
As his longest finger spread her lower lips, pushing through the heated, moistened skin, he immediately noted the smooth but irregularly shaped nubbin. And the way she jumped and whimpered when his finger moved across the peak.
Ah, how convenient and easy, he nearly chuckled as he began experimentally moving his finger slowly around what was clearly the nexus of her pleasure. And she could do nothing but wiggle and whimper as she hung there, completely at his mercy.
Vytln had never been a merciful male.
Coming down to his knees, Vytln lowered himself until his eyes were level with that tight juncture between her thighs. Strong and muscular, they twitched because of the awkward angle he had forced them into and were closed, giving him only a peek at the dark curls that created a little nest there for her cunt.
Adorable. Absolutely adorable. His people were hairless completely, so he found species that possessed such things strange but interesting. And this little patch here in particular, fragrant with her juices, hiding such a tantalizing secret, fascinated him.
From this angle, he could force her thighs apart with his hands and use his thumbs to part her lower lips, giving him a glimpse of the deep brown and red skin there. Flush with her human blood, throbbing and dripping in anticipation. He couldn’t see her hole, but he could see where her inner lips converged in that place he had been manipulating with his finger.
Beautiful.
He shoved his face there. Taking a deep breath of her heavy, musky scent. Filling his lungs with her before he let his tongue dart out and restart his explorations.
Her responses to this were even better. His tongue could only reach so far, but he could still slide a finger between her tightly clenched thighs and explore back, searching for her hole. Though it was made difficult by how focused he was on her taste.
No female had ever tasted so sweet. So enticing. He could remain there for a year or more just lapping at the juices that dripped from her.
And she was his, he reminded himself with a growl. The rumbling through his mouth up into her body made her cry out with a stuttered wail. One that only increased in pitch when his finger finally found the hole he sought, further back than he anticipated. He’d been probing for it, wondering if he’d missed it in his focus on her taste, and so didn’t realize he’d found his goal until he was suddenly plunging into a warm, silken, tight grasp that made him groan and his eyes roll back. His cocks twitched in eager anticipation, first cock already weeping precum.
Though now he wondered, feeling how she clenched around one finger, would it even fit?
Chapter 20
Haven
Haven had never been strung up before. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she wouldn’t call it uncomfortable either. There was a strain on her shoulders, in the hard arch of her back, that was pulling at her joints in a way that stretched almost too hard. The press of the edge of the trap against her thighs was an ache she could feel throbbing up towards her pussy.
But all of that was nothing. She’d felt worse stretches and pains doing gymnastics. What she couldn’t handle was the feeling of absolute helplessness as Vytln played with her body.
