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Halsin was starting to wonder if he genuinely could not control himself.

Tav had asked him several times recently to behave for her in bed; to hold still, or let her lead, or to let her tease him. He loved it. Really, really loved it. Indeed, loved it so much, that by the end of each of those couplings he was snarling into her neck as he pounded her into the bedding.

And that was the problem – it seemed that he kept reaching a point where he could no longer hold himself back, and he took control. There was a point where he could no longer keep his hands to himself, no longer prevent his hips from thrusting into her, no longer deny himself the tantalizing escalation of pleasure. She made him feel feral.

Tav seemed to take no issue with this. She had never complained of the dynamic shift, and had always responded enthusiastically to him taking over and losing himself in her. She seemed deeply satisfied by their lovemaking – and still he wondered if he was really giving her what she wanted.

And now, lying under her and experiencing again the wickedness of her teasing mouth, he began to wonder if he had also been robbing himself of what he truly wanted.

She had requested this evening that he let her have her way with him, that he lie still for her on his back and let her tease him. They had played this game together before, and he felt he was improving in his ability to restrain himself, but this evening she seemed intent on pushing him to new heights.

She had begun slowly, her hands and mouth on his cock. After a while when it had become difficult for him to control his breathing (and perhaps a please or two had slipped from his lips), she had changed position to take a seat on his face. His mouth watered now at the memory. She had been wet, and swollen, and her pleasured moans as he devoured her were a siren song to him. But she had insisted he keep his hands to himself, not allowing him to grasp her curves or finger her while he ate her. Her thighs around his face and her fingers working into his hair had forced him to fist his hands into the blankets to keep them off of her, and when she finally pulled off of him his breathing had been ragged.

She had slid down his body and he had been completely ready to roll her over and ruin her, but instead… she had placed soft kisses on his thighs, encouraged him to breathe deeply and hold still, and resumed pleasuring him with her mouth.

Halsin was not sure that he could continue to hold still for her. Every swipe of her tongue made his thighs tremble with the effort. But, Silvanus have mercy, he did want to hold still, and not just for her sake. He realized that he also wanted to know what it would be like to ride this feeling of surrender out until the end. He wanted to know where she would take him.

Tav’s devilish tongue pulled a sound from him that he could not deny was a whine, and he found his hand drawn against his will to tangle in the curls of her hair around her face. Her movements slowed at his touch, drawing another whine from him – this one so full of desperation that it brought out the color in his own cheeks.

He wanted to, but he just could not control himself.

She pulled off of him with a soft pop, making his cock jump, and nosed soft kisses into his thigh. Her voice was little more than a lusty murmur as she asked, “Do you need a moment, my love?”

Halsin tried to form a response through the blinding ache of his body for her. “I… I need…” By all the gods, she had him panting for air. He met her eyes, searching for something to ground himself, and found her looking at him with open affection. Her sweetness made it harder for him to breathe. He spoke without thinking, “I need you to restrain me.”

A lovely shade of pink lit Tav’s face, and Halsin felt the desire root in his mind. He amended, breathless, “I want you to restrain me.”

Tav paused, watching him carefully, and repeated it back to him as a question. “You want me to restrain you?”

He could detect no judgement in her tone, and as he imagined how she might do it, he felt more and more certain. He had been restrained before with other lovers, and he wanted to experience it with her.

She was watching him and waiting for an answer - he had to express himself.

He took a shuddering breath and replied, “I… I do. I want to have this with you, this surrender, but I cannot control myself. You fan the flames within me to a raging inferno and I am consumed – I cannot keep my wits about me.”

Her hands settled on his thighs, her eyes dark and intense on him, briefly distracting him before he continued, “I want you to bind my wrists. You asked to have your way with me – I wish to see it to the end, but it is becoming too much. I need you to help me.”

He was mesmerized and his cock jumped for attention at the way her tongue swiped over her ruddy lips before she spoke, her voice husky, “Halsin…”. He felt her fingertips pressing sharply into this thighs. “My way with you? Do you have any idea how badly I want to ruin you? I want you begging and pleading. I want to see you undone.”

Her words sent a cascade of desire racing through him, and his hands flew to grasp at her wrists. He felt he was already coming undone. His voice was breathy when he replied, “Yes, my heart, I am yours to ruin.”

Tav climbed up his body until she was caging in his face with her arms, her lips only a breath away from his. His hands settled over her hips and he felt a little guilty for how much he enjoyed feeling her soft skin under his palms. If he had his way, though, he would soon be prevented from touching her for a while, so perhaps he ought to enjoy it while he could. He kneaded the curves of her ass as her voice ghosted over his face and she said, “If I’m to have you begging and pleading, I’ll need to have a way to know if you seriously need a break, or to be released. How will you tell me?”

Halsin tried to focus through the sudden burning temptation to slip his fingers inside her. He wanted desperately to follow the curve of her ass around to her core, feel how tight she was in this moment… He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply over her face. He needed to focus. She had asked him a question. He needed to have self control!

When he opened his eyes again, he found her looking at him with twinkling amusement. A shy smile tugged at his lips, and returning smile found the corners of her eyes. He felt some tightness unfurl in his chest - she had a way of putting him at ease. His voice was almost a whisper in the intimate space between them: “If I have a serious need for you to stop, my heart, I will tell you ‘zabou’. Otherwise please do not allow me to sway you.”

She chuckled softly and planted a kiss on his nose. “Zabou, eh? After the poisonous mushroom. I like it.”

Her recognition of the term brought a swell of affection to bloom in his heart, and he succumbed to the temptation to dip his fingers into her. He found her warm and wet, and sudden heat swept over the both of them. She bucked into his hand, encouraging him deeper, and her moan was cut off as he captured her lips in a kiss.

She tasted of sex, and he found himself moaning back at her as she licked into his mouth. He could feel the squeeze of her inner walls around him as he pumped his fingers into her, and the burn of his arousal felt like it could consume him. He heard a soft growl rumble out from himself as she pulled away to sit up and run her soothing hands over his chest. He pumped his fingers into her twice more, and then again, delighting in watching her eyes roll back and a small quiver run through her legs, before she reached behind herself to pull his hands in front of her.

He felt like he was holding his breath as she considered his hands, but she pondered for only a moment before reaching over the side of the bed and returning with a thick leather belt that had been discarded onto the floor earlier. She drew his hands above him, leaning over him to carefully wind the belt around his wrists and the bed framing. Her position as she worked put her breasts within reach of his lips and teeth, and how could he deny himself? He shamelessly mouthed over the curves before him, sucking her nipple into his mouth and worrying it gently with his teeth.

Tav let out a breathy moan, finishing her work quickly and pulling her breast away from him. He knew she had sensitive nipples, but he was hardly sorry for taking advantage of her position. He gave her a mischievous smirk and gently tugged at his new restraints. She watched him with interest, gauging how secure the binding was. He experimented with tugging a few different angles before he was satisfied. She had done a good job; the belt was secure enough to keep him in place, but not so tight that he would lose circulation before they could have any fun.

A new thrill tingled down his spine at the vulnerability of having his hands restrained. She leaned over him, her hair falling in a curtain beside his face as she licked a teasing swipe over his lips. He gasped as the sensation rocked him – even this, the barest touch, felt… so much more now that all he could do was lie here and feel it.

Her legs bracketing his rib cage suddenly felt searingly hot to him, and her breath over his skin felt as warm as an ember as she traced down his neck and buried her nose with a moan in his chest. Her hair fell around her, tickling over his skin.

He flexed against the leather holding him in place, delighting in his inability to grab her. It gave him a weightless feeling. He could relax his restraint and dive into the pleasure she lavished upon him, without the constant vigilance of trying to control himself.

Her lips traced over his chest, her hands kneading over the muscles of his shoulders and pecs. He gasped softly, curling into her, his body cradling her as much as he could with his hands suspended over his head. She mouthed lower over him, now straddling his hips, until her lips pressed over the softness of his stomach just below his rib cage, sucking kisses into the skin there. He felt like his insides were twisted up in knots and he wondered if she could feel the flutter of his stomach muscles under her attention.

He was looking down at her straddling him, captivated by the image of her mouth on his skin, when she looked up at him. Her dark eyes on him stopped his breathing and sent a pulse of desire down his body, making his cock throb hard. He only realized how close her core was when his cock slapped squarely against her with a wet sound.

He wanted so desperately to be buried inside her. He rolled his hips, searching for friction, bumping against her wet center again. His head dropped back in to the pillow and a desperate moan clawed out of him. He needed it, needed her.

He felt his cheeks warm at how wrecked his voice sounded when he begged, “Please, Tav! Please, please… Ah, more…”.

Tav’s chuckle and her hands raking down his stomach made goosebumps rise on his thighs. Her voice was low and sultry, “Such lovely singing from you, sweet one! Breathe, my love. I am barely getting started with you. Try not to wear yourself out too quickly.” She moved to sit between his legs, guiding him to spread them further so she could sit comfortably. Her hands settled on his thighs as her eyes moved over his body, taking in the sight of his hands now grasping at the leather that bound them, down over his lips, then his chest, and finally settling on the weeping erection that stood proudly before her.

Halsin moaned happily for her when she took his cock in both hands, her fingers twisting and squeezing as she stroked him up and down in long pulls. He expected her to start slowly and tease him, but she found a rhythm quickly that he knew could undo him if she kept it up. He could already feel his orgasm building low in his belly. He opened his mouth to warn her, but only a gasp escaped him as she wrapped her lips around the tip of him and firmly licked over the bead of precum that had formed at his slit. His vision swam and the combination of her hands and mouth sent him hurtling toward the precipice of climax… But she slowed, then stopped altogether, pulling off of him with a wet suck.

His hands tugged uselessly and his hips tried to follow her, chasing the feeling, but she pulled her mouth out of his reach and ran slow, firm strokes of her hands over his cock, and balls, and thighs.

What had he gotten himself into?

“Tav, please don’t stop… Please let me have you. Please take me. Please, please let me feel you…”. His hips were restless, searching. Her hands on him were delicious, tantalizing, but not enough. He could not find the stimulation he needed to reach his end.

Her eyes were steady and full of desire. She admonished him gently, “Breathe, Halsin. Still yourself. You are so beautiful like this… Laid out and wanting for me. You’re all mine right now, aren’t you, you lovely thing. Mmmm, yes, all mine…”, and again her lips found their way around his aching cock.

Her possessive words made him feel like he was gasping for air. How he wanted to be hers… He knew they both had a mutual and clear understanding of the openness of his nature, but in this moment he wanted nothing more than to belong to her. Her praise brought heat up his neck, tightening his throat, choking out his moans of pleasure. He thrust his hips involuntarily when he felt her mouth around him again, accidentally pressing deep enough to pull a small gag from her.

She withdrew a little and chuckled around him, the vibration of her voice traveling down his length. He tried to thrust again but she anticipated him this time, her head bobbing with him to keep him from getting too deep. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. She met his eyes from her position between his legs, making him throb in her mouth at the eye contact, and tapped firmly on his hip in a clear reminder for him to hold still.

Halsin dropped his head back into the pillows heavily, sucking in lungfuls of air. Hold still, hold still… I can do this. I can hold still. He narrowed his focus to his breathing, mindfully slowing his gasping breaths. He could feel tingles of pleasure in his fingertips and toes, and every touch from her felt like a flame on his skin, but slowly, his breathing did start to even out. The pressure of the leather around his wrists gave him something to focus on and ground himself with.

She hummed a satisfied sound around him in her mouth, and he felt himself throb, but was able to ride the wave of cresting pleasure without moving too much. Every muscle in his body felt strung tight, and it was incredibly hard to focus on relaxing in between losing himself in her movements. The ache in his cock, with no orgasm to give it release, began to spread through the rest of his body, desire and pleasure finding new corners of him to fill as she touched and teased him.

They found a rhythm together, a give and take of surrender. Her pace would swell, pulling him higher, before ebbing again and letting him breathe. The feeling of desperation within him started to subside and he found a new calmness, a willingness to drown in the moment. To drown in her.

The idea of drowning in her took hold in his mind and he felt a new need growing inside him – to be the source of her pleasure. He was drawn back to a memory from earlier in the evening; her hands tight in his hair as she rode his face, her wetness overflowing herself and running down his chin. He wanted her again now so badly he could taste it. The desire caused an involuntary stutter in his hips, breaking her rhythm and causing her to level him with a glance that felt stabbing in its disapproval.

He blushed under her gaze, her disappointment (however mild) feeling like a blow to him. He wanted so badly to be good for her. His voice came out with a waver. “Tav… Allow me to taste you, please. I desire so badly to feel you on my tongue. I am sorry… I am trying. I just… I crave you. Please…”.

She released his cock from her mouth, allowing it to fall wetly against his stomach. He shuddered and she looked over him for a moment, considering. Her voice when she spoke had a roughness to it that he knew came from his cock stretching her throat, and knowledge made him dizzy. He had to close his eyes for a moment to listen to her as she said, “You have been good for me. You do deserve a reward, don’t you, sweet one? And you will have it.” She turned, and he opened his eyes to watch her, taking it in with anticipation as she straddled his chest, facing backwards, and presented her sex to him. “As long as I have your word that you will show me exactly what that talented mouth of yours is really capable of.”

He could only nod in reply. He had to lift his head to get his mouth on her, but he knew after only a moment why she hadn’t perched fully on his face. With his stature she had to position herself lower to be able to take the head of his cock in her mouth to continue her own fun. She resumed her play, but for a moment he barely noticed her mouth, so intent was he on tasting her again.

Her started with a gentle swipe of his tongue over her, laving through her folds, and was immediately overwhelmed by the heady musk of her arousal. Any intent to tease her was washed away as he dove into pleasuring her.

He pulled hard at his restraints and realized he was trying to grab her ass and haul her over his face. He was used to being able to hold her while he devoured her, and keep her from running away, but now without the use of his hands and with her splayed over his chest, he found himself chasing her.

He wanted to press his tongue into her deeply, to suck her clit into this mouth and tease her with his teeth. He wanted to make her scream while he drowned himself in her. But she stayed at the edge of his reach, forcing him to stretch his neck to get to her, preventing him from taking his fill. When he started to get too excited, she pulled away until he was able to bring himself back to gentleness.

She tortured him with his desires – keeping her sex almost out of reach and her mouth from ever dipping quite deep enough around his cock. He started to pant with the effort of keeping his hips in check, and a soreness started to take hold in his neck and arms, when she started to make small noises in between each bob of her head. The sound of her voice, the arousal he could hear in her tone… He felt something animal stirring inside him. Something possessive. And she liked it – he could feel it in the shift of her hips, hear it in the pitch of her voice. He could feel her respond to him, could feel the shift in their dynamic, even with her still atop him.

He growled into her, relishing the way it rumbled through her and made her gasp. Her thighs were starting to quiver over his chest, her thrusts becoming sharper and her hips pushing back into him harder. Her oncoming peak tinged her movements with a subtle but growing desperation that Halsin felt he could get drunk on. He growled again, resisting the urge to try to bite her, and focused on following the instructions of her nonverbal communication. The higher her arousal climbed, the more responsive her body was, and the more responsive her body was, the easier it was to drive her arousal higher. She pushed back harder against his mouth, rocking into an insistent rhythm, until she finally rocked back far enough for him to get some suction on a deeper part of her. The resulting keen that it drew from her rocked him all the way down to his toes.

He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up toward her, but the movement was too late – she had pulled her mouth off of his cock, drowning out his protests as she sat back fully onto him, pushing his head back into the pillows. Never had he felt such a mix of disappointment and satisfaction than to feel the loss of her mouth for the gift of feasting on her.

Her cries above him were strung out and needy as she rocked her hips hard against him, and he lost track of what his mouth was doing when she reached behind her to get a hand into his hair. He knew only the sweet heat of her, his awareness melting away as he sank into the delicious pleasure of feeling her most sensitive of places on his tongue as she shook apart for him.

She came hard on him, pulling his hair as her legs started to shake. Her cries reached a volume that might carry, and he enjoyed the thought of some passerby possibly hearing her scream for him. That same possessive desire from before made his cock throb where it lay untouched against his hip. He pulled hard against the belt holding his wrists, wanting to grab her ass, hold her down, listen to her cries turn desperate, and feel her squirm as he continued to eat her out.

Instead, as she came down, she pulled away from the over-stimulation of his tongue, separating from him with breathy sighs and satisfied moans. She leaned away from him, and he chased her, but there was only so far he could go before the belt stopped him. He growled (or whined?) a “No!” at her. The possessive animal inside him was confused how it could have her so thoroughly and still somehow not have her. Why was she pulling away from him now?

He could still feel her wetness on his lips, the smell of her overwhelming his senses. She was intoxicating. His cock ached incessantly at his hip, begging to be sheathed in her. His voice was gravelly as he tried in vain to get his mouth back on her sex. “No, Tav! Please, please… Please don’t stop. My love, my heart, please more...”

She changed position over him, turning around to face him as she resumed straddling his chest. Her hands found either side of his face, and he was halfway to sucking one of her fingers into his mouth before he reined in his impulses and tried to focus on her face above him.

Her eyes were half-hooded, satisfaction and affection evident on her features as she praised him, “You are begging so beautifully for me, Halsin. How good you are.” She pressed a soft kiss onto the bridge of his nose. He wanted to join her in this calmer, satisfied place, but his skin was on fire and his cock was painfully hard. He panted into the space between them, tugging again at the belt. His wrists were getting sore. He needed her, in a bad way.

She pressed a kiss to his lips, and the softness of her mouth pulled a throaty sound from him. He pressed up for another kiss, and another, and she gave them to him, until she didn’t. Until she again pulled away too far for him to follow. Halsin felt his voice break on the “No!” that clawed its way out of his chest, but Tav was sliding down his body, taking his length in her hands, lining him up with herself, and, “Ah! Tav! Yes, yes!…” sinking down onto him, taking him inside her in one smooth motion.

He bucked hard against her as soon as her weight settled on him, bouncing her on his hips. The feeling of being sheathed in her after so long denied and the visual of her lovely tits jumping from the impact made him completely wild, and he barely heard the surprised sound she made before he got his heels up under him and had her bouncing on his lap in earnest.

She recovered from her surprise quickly, planting her hands high on his stomach, and rocked back into him at the rhythm he had chosen. No teasing, no games, aside from his wrists still being bound above his head. She rode him, hard, mounting desire growing between them, and the squeeze of her body around him had him seeing stars. His whole body was alight, and he could feel his orgasm building from low in his toes.

He almost held it back, for a moment, afraid that she would feel it building and deny him again. But she could feel it – of course she could feel it – and she murmured encouragement to him, yes ’s and give it to me ’s and all mine’s dripping like honey from her rosy lips. She did not let up her pace for a second. He could feel her there in the moment with him, the same desperation coloring her movements as it had earlier when she came on his face.

The memory of that delicious orgasm combined with the thought that she might come again for him now sent him spiraling the rest of the way over the edge.

He could feel the moment he crossed the threshold of no return, and so could she. She ground down on him hard, her lips curling into a snarl and her fingertips raking over his chest. She was urgent, passionate, ruthless with him as the wave of his pleasure crested.

Halsin’s vision whited out and for a moment, all time ceased. He knew only blinding, perfect release.

The return of his senses brought an onslaught of stimuli – the pulse of himself inside her, the tightness of her inner walls, the slap of her hips as she rode him, the brightness of her eyes within the frame of her wild hair. Everything assaulted him at once and he gave another pulse inside her, his orgasm rolling over into another wave.

Her pace above him remained urgent, her eyes on his drawing him in, encouraging him on. He knew then that she had not climaxed with him, was still seeking her release. He felt himself throb again within her, another impossible wave of orgasm sending him reeling. She felt him and hissed out a yes, her center contracting tightly around him.

It was far too much sensation, her body milking his cock mercilessly. He could not tear his eyes away from her, transfixed by the beauty of her taking her pleasure from him, until a final harsh wave ripped through him – intense enough to make his vision blur. His hands pulled uselessly at the leather binding them and the sounds coming from him sounded like whimpers, but he could not bring himself to care.

As his climax started to subside, she gave him no recourse, rolling her hips against him fast and rough and pressing her hands firmly on his chest. Sparks of over-stimulation zipped up and down his spine, his cock remaining relentlessly hard for her. He was panting raggedly, and she was breathing to match, a lovely pink blush blossoming over her face and chest. He could tell she was not far from her orgasm; her passion was plain on her face and in the sharpness of her movements.

Over-stimulation and arousal danced together through his senses, making his legs quake and his blood sing. The seed he had spilled inside of her eased the slide of their bodies, and the air between them was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. The desperation in her movements made the animal inside him growl – she needed something to push her over the edge, and he wanted to give it to her.

He tried to focus, to control his breathing through the pleasure-pain of his overused cock, finding her gaze and locking eyes with her. Her pupils were blown wide in her bright irises, her hair tousled and sweat-stuck to her neck in places. She groaned, panting desperate huffs of air into the space between them. He once again found himself tugging at his restraints in an effort to grab her and kiss her. How pretty and inviting, her talented and well-used mouth! Thinking about her kiss canted the sensations of his body away from pain and decidedly toward pleasure, the hardness of his cock filling with the sudden promise of another orgasm. It seemed she could feel his desire and she made a deeply satisfied sound, her inner walls fluttering around him.

Oak Father be merciful, could possibly finish again? The growling beast within him was making a convincing argument.

He gave a small, firm thrust of his hips, catching her off guard and breaking her rhythm. Her face betrayed no disappointment, only excitement lighting her features as she gasped and rocked back against him. The enthusiastic “Yes, Bear!” that fell from her lips rapidly changed his second orgasm from possible to probable. He rocked his hips into her gently, restraining the raging animal within, and searched her face for any sign to stop; but she nodded to him and moaned encouragingly.

He gave another hard thrust, and the noise she made ripped through him like wildfire. She sounded like she needed him – and oh, she would have him.

He dug his heels into the bed and thrust again, then again, finding a rhythm and snarling at the bindings preventing him from grabbing her hips. Any trace of over-stimulation melted away as he felt a new orgasm rooting deep within him, and her responsiveness to his passion drove him higher. Her needy sounds and quivering thighs betrayed her – she wanted him to fuck her.

He gave her what she wanted, snapping hard and fast up into her, and she responded beautifully, her body flowering for him. Relief and arousal played in her voice as she cried out for him, tossing her head back and bouncing in his lap. He would see her come like this, and with how quickly his own arousal was climbing, he might come with her.

Her hands were firm on his chest, her fingers grasping as her cries grew louder. His focus narrowed to a series of sensational snapshots – Her pleasure crested, her core bloomed for him, she cried out as her body pulsed and quivered. He felt a burn at his wrists as he again pulled against the leather. His arms ached from pulling; his heart ached from longing. He wanted to hold her, take her, ravage her, press himself deeper and deeper into her until there was no such thing as ever getting him out. His hips continued to snap hard up into her, trying to make himself a part of her as she was of him. He could feel her, having taken root in his heart, wrapped around him from the inside of his chest and grasping him tightly. Tightness coiled all over him as she rode out her orgasm, his muscles pulling more taut until he felt he was about to spring loose, explode – and then, unbearably, she slowed, then stopped, and pulled off of him.

He could not hold her down to stay inside her, and the frustration almost bubbled out as anger.

He snarled at her, tried to catch her breast in his mouth as she leaned over him to dismount his cock. She dodged him, but only just, and he could feel golden heat tingle over his skin as the beast inside him rumbled. He felt feverish, his hips searching desperately for contact against his swollen erection. She petted his face, peppering kisses over the hot skin there, and he could not stop himself from trying to catch her with his mouth. He knew only need. His body hummed with desperation. He heard himself pleading with her in words that sounded like begging and a tone that sounded like threatening.

Her hands stroking over him were firm and slow, and he could feel her trying to ground him. The beast within him rebelled at the notion. He needed her, now!

He huffed harsh breaths against her face as she placed soft kisses over his cheeks. The smell of sex in the room made it hard for him to focus – the feeling of claiming and being claimed that arose from the mixture of their scents was blinding. He found himself nosing into the crook of her neck and shoulder, and didn’t even try to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the warm skin he found there. She yelped, and in some distant corner of his mind perhaps he felt some guilt, but the beast inside him rumbled happily and refused to relinquish his hold.

Tav whimpered and squirmed as he worried his teeth over her skin, sucking what he hoped would be a very dark mark into her neck. He could only bring himself to release her when her whimpers began to sound like she actually might start to cry.

She sat up from him quickly with a gasp of relief. The mark on her neck was already a satisfying dark red, and he felt his mouth water. She panted as she sat atop his chest – and then to his relief, she giggled. She tapped on his nose and scolded him, “That was very naughty. But I cannot stay angry with you – you are already forgiven. How could I be angry, when you have been so very good for me?”

Halsin felt her praise warm his cheeks, and his bear rumbled happily at having gotten away with biting her. That contentment was short-lived – the deepening rouge on her neck made his cock throb, and he felt burning need once more take the forefront of his mind. He did not know how much more of this he would be able to take.

He pleaded with her, wishing he could push her hips down his body and seat her on his cock. “Tav… I’m so close, and I ache for you. Please let me feel you again, just for a few moments, I just need… Please, Tav, I need you.”

She smiled at his desperation, and hummed a thoughtful sound. Her fingers traced over his lips, and they felt mercifully cool to his flushed and overheated skin. The hunger in her dark eyes made his stomach twist with something like anxiety, or anticipation, or fear.

Her voice was a purr, the voice of a temptress, soothing and promising to his ears. “You’ve been so good, bear… Can’t you take a little more for me? I’m not quite done with you yet.”

It was hard to think over the beast within him raging to claim her. He took in the aches of his body – his arms hurt all the way from his wrists down to his shoulder blades, his cock throbbed angrily against his hip, and his stomach and thighs felt tense and cramped. He felt he could burn to cinders – he was hot all over and the bedding was soaked with sweat beneath him. His breathing came faster as a sudden wave of something like panic rose within him. This was all so much. Could he give her more?

The bindings at his wrists felt tighter now, and the air felt dense and humid. He felt overstimulated – everything he was feeling was suddenly too much.

She seemed to sense a change in him and concern flitted over her features. She leaned closer to his face, any fear of being bitten by him now forgotten.

He felt his bear attempting to wrest control from him, trying to protect him now from the overwhelming sensations of his body, and glowing magic danced brightly over his skin as he barely contained his wildshape. He breathed harsh breaths through his nose as he reminded himself, through the jumble of his swirling desires and fears, that she loved him. He need only say the word and he trusted that she would release him, and give him what he needed.

He tried to focus on her, looking for something to ground himself through the chaotic spin of his thoughts. She was so close to him. Her gaze was patient and concerned when he found her eyes, and her hands fell softly on his cheeks. She stroked over him in soothing motions as he gasped for air, and he felt tears sting in his eyes at her gentleness. Her skin felt blessedly cool against the heat coming off of him.

He warred internally, trapped between wanting comfort from her and wanting desperately to satiate his need. Tav’s warm voice washed over him as she asked, “Are you alright, my love? I will not be upset with you if you don’t want to continue. You have been so, so good for me.”

Her soft voice and soft touch calmed somewhat the frenzy of his mind, and he felt something vulnerable unfolding inside his chest. He wanted this – to be held by her, cradled by her. He trusted her deeply, and he wanted to see this through. He felt his breathing start to even, no longer feeling like he was gasping for air, as he centered himself around the trust and love he felt between them.

Tav bent down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, and her hair falling around him for a moment reminded him of the drape of a willow tree, surrounding him in a private and intimate space. He inhaled the scent of her, musky and sweet, and he spoke softly enough that she couldn’t have heard him from any further away, “I am alright, my heart. I am consumed by desire for you. I think... that I can continue, but I do not know for how much longer before I am overwhelmed.”

Her hands slipped from his cheeks to card her fingers through his hair, and when she got thick handfuls of it to tug at, sparks of pleasure burned through his neck and shoulders. She cut off his gasp of pleasure with a passionate kiss, and he melted into the softness of her mouth and wet heat of her tongue.

Her kiss tasted so good. He felt urgency, temporarily subdued by his minutes of panic, begin to tighten his insides again as she explored his mouth. He broke the kiss to beg her, “Tav, please, I need you…”.

Tav pressed one more kiss to his nose before she sat up, humming a pleased sound. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you are, my bear. You’ve done so well for me.” Her praise warmed him from the inside, fueling the fire that burned under his skin. He wanted to be good for her.

To his immense relief, Tav did not tease him any longer before she settled down between his legs. His erection had flagged somewhat, but his cock still sat heavy and full against his hip. It jumped eagerly at Tav’s closeness, and she wasted no time getting her mouth around him.

He moaned with relief and pleasure as she worked her lips over his cock, slicking him up with her saliva and taking him deeper, and deeper, until he felt the stretch of her throat around him. She moaned around his length and he felt the vibration all the way down to his toes. It took every ounce of control he had to prevent his hips from snapping up and burying himself in her.

He needed her.

Oh, he needed her.

She made no game of teasing him now, working her mouth and hands over his cock. He felt his arousal climb steadily higher, the promise of an orgasm once more tightening his core.

One of Tav’s hands slipped lower over him, squeezing and stretching his balls for a moment before tucking her knuckles underneath them and pressing into the skin of his taint. This time he was unable to prevent his hips from snapping up against her, and he moaned loudly as he felt himself sink into her throat. But she was warmed up to him now, and he did not gag her. She took the thrust in stride, even swallowing around him as her knuckles massaged the soft skin under his balls. The pull of skin on skin was eased by the wet mess dripping down his cock, slicking the way for her fingers to rub against him as she stimulated his prostate from the outside.

He moaned shamelessly for her, tugging uselessly at his restraints. Her hand nestled into his taint was driving him to insanity. The rolling pressure promised relief, but then her touch lightened… And then sank lower, her fingers pressing through the slick until they slid over his rim. He gasped and cried out sharply, the sensation blindlingly good.

She slid her fingers over the same spot, again, and he keened and arched into the motion.

Her mouth slid off his cock, much to his disappointment, and he almost started to beg her not to stop when she asked him, “Do you like that, Halsin? When I touch you here?”, and once again slid her fingers over his rim, catching him with her fingertips as she pressed over his hole.

He hoped his answer was interpreted as a yes, even though what he thought came out was whimpered, senseless begging.

She must have understood, Praise Silvanus, because her mouth found his cock again as she pressed her fingertips to his entrance. She stroked over his rim with one hand, catching the ring of muscle and gently stretching it, and with the other hand worked his cock in tandem with her lips.

Halsin felt like the room was spinning. He didn’t know whether to press up into her mouth or down into the pressure of her hand, and he felt like he was fracturing apart. The intensity of the pleasure and the depth of his need made it impossible for him to think, impossible to do anything but take and feel.

Then Tav slowly slid one finger into him, and the sensation was so good it made his legs quiver. He could hear himself moaning for her, but the sounds came to him from far away, so lost was he in his feelings. She pumped her finger in, then out, then in again, and he felt no resistance, no burn, his body open and welcoming for her as she made him feel so, so good.

She hummed her satisfaction around his swollen cock as she pumped her finger into him one more time, and then crooked it, gently searching… until he cried out sharply. Lightning zipped up his spine and he almost came, his cock pulsing angrily over Tav’s tongue. He looked down at her in desperation, aching for release, almost ready to cry with need.

Her dark eyes looking back up at him were full of desire, and love. She hummed an Mm-hmm around him, and doubled down on her efforts, sucking, stroking, squeezing, and pumping her curved finger against his prostate roughly.

It was all too much. He yanked violently at his restraints as his pleasure crested into a roaring crescendo, drowning out sound and light as sensation took over all of his senses. He could not speak, or think, wordless sounds escaping him as Tav gave him the end he so desperately craved.

She swallowed him down, pulling her finger out of him and stroking her hands over his cock and balls as it washed over him.

It was all too much. He felt tears sting his eyes, overflowing them and running down his cheeks as release and relief washed over him in a tidal wave. He cried as the cascade of sensation drowned him. He felt adrift and unmoored. He barely noticed her pull off of him, wasn’t aware of what she was doing until he was drawn in by the heat of her skin as she leaned over him to undo his restraints. It took her only moments to free him, and it took him even less time to slide his arms around her and crush her against him.

He buried his face between her soft breasts, muffling his quiet sobs in her warm skin. He held onto her tightly, unable to loosen his crushing grip and not really wanting to anyway. She offered no prostest, cradling her arms around his head as much as she could and petting through his hair. She murmured praise to him, and though he was too far gone to hear the words, her tone and affection, like a seed gone to root, sank deep tendrils into the vulnerable soft thing splayed open in his chest.

He did not know how long he cried, only that she was a warm and steady presence as he slowly came back down to earth. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he reluctantly loosened his iron grip around her waist. He realized he had been squeezing her quite tightly and could hear the labor in her breathing.

Guilt washed over him, but before he could apologize she was pressing kisses to his face. Her hair tickled around him as she kissed his forehead, down his nose, and then pressed cool and soothing kisses to his heated and tear-swollen eyes. The press of her lips was grounding, her affection and touch acting as an anchor for him.

Her hands ran over his upper body, strong fingers massaging his sore arms and shoulders as she pressed soft kisses over his face. Halsin stroked his hands over her back and thighs, delighting in the freedom he had to touch her. The returned use of his hands was pleasant and reassuring, grounding him in a reality where his touch was welcomed.

He finally reached a stable enough place to open his eyes and look up at her, and the love he saw in her dark eyes almost brought him to tears again. He could not imagine what he could have done to earn such devotion. Her gaze tugged at his heartstrings, and he sat up with her in his lap and pulled her into a kiss in one quick motion.

She surrendered to his kiss immediately, a throaty moan escaping her as he plundered her mouth. He took his fill of her, sliding his tongue past her lips and kneading her ass with his hands. He was completely spent, but the closeness of her, the feeling of her in his lap as he kissed her… He felt himself stiffen between her legs, hardening to half-mast as he ground her body against himself.

He could not begin to think of trying to have another orgasm, but the freedom of being able to touch her was intoxicating. She was wet for him, and making sweet sounds, and he found himself entering her, not to orgasm, but just to make love. He wanted to hold her, cradle her in his arms, hold her so close that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

Tav surrendered to him wholly, rocking her hips against him without any sense of urgency, just feeling him within her and kissing him back deeply. They tangled together and Halsin let himself drift in the connection he could feel flowing between them.

He couldn’t stay hard for long, but he made love to her for a few minutes, all kisses and caresses and the grinding of hips as they enjoyed each other’s touch.

When he softened and slipped out of her, finally beginning to calm, he found that he ached all over. He felt as though he had been engaging every muscle in his body for hours. He sunk back into the bedding with a groan and a sigh, pulling her down with him, loathe to be apart from her. She followed him willingly, pressing herself against him, her skin warm and soft against his.

She whispered to him, “Thank you, Halsin, for the gift you gave me tonight. You did so well, did perfectly for me. I couldn’t ask for more.”

Her praise was a balm, easing his aches and pains. What an intense and satisfying experience this had been. Halsin watched as Tav’s eyes drifted out of focus and her breathing slowed, sleep slowly overtaking her as she relaxed against him. He was glad that he had asked for what he wanted, grateful that she gave it to him, that she listened to him and loved him, happy that he had been able to trust her and ride it out to the end.

He whispered, “Thank you, Tav, for everything. I do not deserve you.”

He knew she would argue with him if she was awake, but he spoke softly so not to stir her. He gently petted her hair as he watched the rise and fall of her breathing and counted his blessings in the freckles that spanned her nose and cheeks. He was unable to stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss to the space between her eyebrows.

Perhaps, with Tav, it was alright that he could not control himself after all.