This is a work in progress for a story I am working on. I'm looking for some feedback on this scene. Thanks and enjoy!
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Since he's taken me, Al'Loki has worked diligently to break me down, to dominate me, to own me and little by little he has. The last week or so, has been a blur of not only the pain of him forcing his dominance on me. But his mouth on me, his hands all over every inch of my skin... bringing me glorious pleasure mixed phenomenally with pain. Pleasure I'd have fought a week ago.
All of that and more lead me to this place where By the God's I want to please Al'loki. I'm long past caring what it takes to get me out of here intact, as I just accept that I'm his. Why should it matter how quickly he broke down every single barrier I had? He's gotten under my skin... he's broken all illusion I used to hold and made me his.
I swore not to cry nor beg nor scream in the beginning. I'm long past those delusions. Sindri isn't going to be able to find me, I know what Al'loki says is true now. I am his because Sindri and my Shields will never find me, it's been too long. So I scream, cry and beg Al'loki, to please not do this, to please keep going.
I can't stop staring at him, tall, longer thick black hair, stunningly bright hunter green eyes flecked with gold. Wide through his shoulders - as if he were a smith in another time & his hands are rough with the callouses to prove my statement could be true. The rest of his skin is a golden tan, his tattoos and Runes both swirling up his forearms, biceps, shoulders & sides, draped across his chest all of them a darker ink except where the Runes are pulsating with Magick.
God's be dammed if he isn't one hell of a strong, solid, sexy man that every woman dreams of. However he wasn't a smith that I know of. No, Lord Al'Loki was and IS a Warrior, he is a Shield... his strength is basically unmatched and his prowess is legendary, even among other Shields. Rogue or not, nobody denies his place among the best of the best.
He smiles sardonically while his gaze switches between me and the array of floggers, whips and other tools of the trade. Those hunter green eyes trap me just as their name implies.
When he is finished picking the flogger, eyes intent on mine he saunters over. Maddeningly he is making soothing sounds like I'm a skittish horse or animal. I'm startled into noticing that I am making pitiful small noises that escape my lips with gasping, panicked breaths.
Bonds digging into me, though they're Magick they're all too real. I feel small electrical shocks pulsing into my wrists as I thrash, they're a warmth that spreads across my body and shoot down to my core. Each pulse tortures me as it throbs against nipples so deliciously pinched tight from the clamps he's attached to them. Every jerk of my body tugs at them.
This dark part of me I rarely admit to fights a never ending battle. Although all this scares me shitless and straight up just creeps me out.? Beneath the screams of agony, there's sounds of immense pleasure. It just hurts so fucking good. I still manage to struggle against enjoying it when I have the thought process available to do so. But it matters naught when it's time to do felicific calculations, because even though he's placed limits on how far we go or what we do and how far we don't go or what we don't do? It's still already so, so much more than I've ever known. I've never had anything so all encompassing that takes all of my focus. All I can do is see him, smell him, taste him, feel him and hear him, he's completely overwhelmed every last bit of me as he ravages me body and soul.
"Shhhh Pet, shhh..." he leans up and whispers against my lips, attempting to be soothing. Which only panics me more. "It's alright, it's just a taste. I know how much you love this deep down, just relax, breathe and take what I offer you."
Mouth on mine, his hands follow the shape of my body, then his mouth moves down the same path - all the while biting and sucking hard enough to bring blood to the surface. What scares me the most is the gentle, tender kisses he trails down my body. By the God's! He's a master at the magick of hands, lips, tongue and teeth - he also skillfully intertwines his Magick into his every touch gently for now, soft sighs slip from me as I relax to his touch more and more.
Working both kinds of his Magick, smiling eagerly, strong hands gripping my thighs, still smiling he licks his lips slowly before he works his way up my thighs to my core, pulling me the last couple inches to meet his mouth. I cannot help when my hips jerk to his face, and the chuckle he gives as he begins to lap, suck and bite there, reverberates against my whole core and it's driving me insane. I feel the Magick more forcefully now in his fingers, his mouth, oh God's, its everywhere... turning it all into a feedback loop that hits me harder each time it loops back.
I beg again and again for him to stop, not stop, then for more finally. Chuckling darkly against my mons, he gives me the more that I beg for, first shoving two, then three fingers in me, one running along the sweet spot inside. Longer black hair damp and clinging to his face as he looks up at me he's intermittently speaking against my heat, his breath and mouth warming me as his mouth remains over my center as he speaks. When he's halting his words it's to take me fully back in his mouth, fingers working inside me all the while.
Each time he resurfaces from my core he repeats the same thing,
"Gods my pussy tastes too fucking delicious to stay away for too long," his voice rough and husky; through the heat in them, I still see laughter dancing in his eyes like fire.
"Are you even paying attention to me Lady?"
"I apologize my Lord." I manage to pant out while meeting his eyes and relishing the sight of him - face between my legs, his mouth on me and fingers inside as well. "But God's, it's so damn hard to keep anything like words in my mind when you've got me so fucking needy, hot and dripping wet for you, that I hardly remember who I am Sir."
Then I'm whimpering as his fingers still inside me as he nibbles and sucks me one more time, stopping to ensure my attention is on him before responding.
"Ah yes Pet, look at you. Soft skin covered in my marks, you begging, panting like a bitch in heat for me, aren't you? Nothing is going through that mind of yours other than how I make you feel. Truly a beautiful sight my Lady... my Pet. Tell me what else do you want? Does my Pet want more, hmm? I have told you, you'll get nothing without asking for it, begging me for it. So what do you want my Pet?"
He punctuates his last sentence with squeezing my thigh, fingers pushing; at the same time he bites down on my slick pearl, then sucks it into his mouth scraping his teeth against it and pumps his fingers inside again. Causing me to scream and buck against him, panting all the while I beg for more. I need so badly it feels like I can't stand another moment without him inside me, and I tell him that too.
He begins slowly moving up my body in the same manner he moved down it; biting and sucking until marks bloom on my skin, relishing each one he makes, paying special attention to every one. That's countered by the gentleness in his touch as he caresses my skin. He's almost tender in how he cups each breast as he licks and gently slaps my nipples - making them sting something fierce in the clamps - then marking each breast in several places before returning to gently sucking my nipples. Interlaced with all of this are the soft interspersed almost random kisses back and forth across my upper body. I shudder at the softness from him... I'll never be able to stress how that scares me so much more than his roughness.
Finally moving from my chest he kisses his way up my neck, to my ears, then his mouth finds mine. I moan into his kiss as he holds me still with one hand cradling my face, the other painfully gripping my hair and pulling my head roughly back. He's rock hard, throbbing against my mons, running himself in small teasing circles, groaning into my mouth at my heat and slickness, asking if it is just for him? My answering moan and the urgency of my returning his kiss surprises him. Catching his breath than he deeply inhales, as if hes sampling the taste of me... his taste mixing with the taste of me. He smirks as he takes his hand from my face and runs it down to dip into my wetness,
"Fuck Pet, you are soaked for me aren't you? Mmm well damn my Lady, I see why my brother has always wanted you if you're always so... By the God's you're one naughty fucking girl, just look at you.! Or am I bringing this out in you? Mhmm Gods you're something else... The last time we were together, millennia ago, was far too short and we got nowhere near to where we are now."
Then he pauses speaking for a minute, but still continues his fingers exploration of how soaked he's gotten me. Then suddenly fire blooms on each breast as he pulls the clamps off, mouth on first one breast then the other in soothing painful circles as blood rushes back. With a shake of his head that sets my chest jiggling, his mouth latches on tightly to my left nipple and then he loses himself in me. I lose myself as well, spiraling into sensation. Only what he's doing to me matters, there's no more room for pondering. Leaning up he grabs the flogger, flicking his wrist it lashes out and bites into the skin of my chest, it grazes my right breast and fire blooms as the tender spot absorbs it. His wrist flicks twice more expertly grazing where the clamps just were, it hurts so fucking good I cry out and thrash each time.
Then he's tasting my lips while he groans finally pulling away from taking my mouth to watch my reactions flicker across my face, shudder through my body, clench on his fingers. Bringing me to the edge again and again, I'm writhing, panting, begging softly with incoherent sounds,
"Oh my Lord please, please, please don't stop this time! I can't take it anymore, my Lord! Gods I need, oh Gods I fucking need!"
