Amelia Pond gasps. Ruby straddles her, pinning her wrists above her head, keeping her prisoner between Her thighs.
"Please... I... I need something, I need anything, I need you-" A hand around her throat silences her.
"Don't waste your words. Tell me what you want." The vice grip, hands so strong and soft and harsh, loosens. Loosens, but not releases. Never release. Never let go. A gasp escapes her lips.
"Hit me. Force me. Take me, use me, claim me." Pretty pleas fly from her little pink mouth like butterflies. Ruby smirks, eyes sparkling, stretching her arms further above her head still, pinning her tighter. A tongue, soft and practiced, caresses her collarbone, burning cold against her boiling body. Calculating teeth tease pale skin to ecstasy. Needy gasps rise in a cloud, begging wordlessly for more. She bites, and copper dances on her tongue.
Lips collide with force, Ruby forcing the taste of blood into Amy's mouth, demanding she taste her own sweet life and admit her defeat. Amy's head swims once more, fighting for air as Ruby takes her mouth and makes that her own as well. Eventually, She moves back again, allowing her to pull in lungfuls of air through a shivering mouth into a heaving chest.
The pale girl's body seeks out contact, relief. Ruby refuses her, rolling with her bucking hips, denying the needed pressure, pleasure. She laughs cruelly at the younger girl spread beneath her. "Slutty little thing."