The red impressions of his hand still sting on your ass, the drips of cold lube crawling down your crack and glistening on your thighs. It is the momentary absence of his touch that makes you shudder with anticipation. The strings of blades have wrapped themselves around you , binding you in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating. The restraints have pulled your elbows to your back, forcing your chest and face into the sheets. More of these deadly strings have twisted themselves around your legs, forcing your ass up into the air, legs apart, and leaving you exposed and receptive for him. One wrong move and the restraints will cut into your skin; you cannot squirm or fight against them. You lie there, completely vulnerable and at his mercy, waiting for the maniac, Millions Knives, to do with you as he pleases.
You carefully lift your chin, inching it along the mattress to turn your face towards him. Knives lies on his side, head lazily resting on a fist. His gaze is cold and unwavering, with just the slightest hint of playfulness that clues towards him enjoying himself. His free hand traces your cheek, brushing over your lips so they part. His fingers linger on you for just a moment before he pulls away, and you feel another strand of blades wrap around your head, obscuring your vision of him.
The bed shifts slightly as you feel his fingers on the nape of your neck, his touch sending shivers over your body. He slowly creeps along your spine with his feather light touch, tickling your bare skin, yet you have to stay still or risk being cut. He follows the curve of your back, lingering a little longer on the dip of your lower back before squeezing your ass cheek firmly. His hand moves forward, his fingertips lightly teasing over your anus. He does a little circle around it before pressing against the tight ring of muscle, just enough to make you gasp. He moves on downwards, smearing the lube towards your pussy. He skips over the entrance, teasing through your folds that are wet both from your anticipation and the lube. With minimal friction, he teases over the bud of nerves that is begging for more. He presses just enough to make you gasp, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hand rest against your skin as his slick fingers continue to draw circles of ecstasy. Involuntarily, you start to tense up, each of his strokes making you crave more. He teases your clit with a burning touch but pauses as soon as a gasp rolls off your lips. He draws it out, taking almost sadistic pleasure from your frustration, knowing there is nothing you can do about it.
Knives continues to toy with your senses, the way in which he plays with you getting a little intenser each time until instead of gasps you let out frustrated whimpers. His fingers brush upwards again, until he slips a digit in your cunt, feeling the wetness and heat of your desire, the tightness gripping him tightly. He feels your insides, slowly pushing deeper inside you; his hooked finger teases you as he pulls back. He continues with one finger before adding another; the way he moves becomes quicker, rougher, and more intense as he fills the room with the wet sounds of fingering your pussy. He doesn't stop when you start to moan into the mattress, and instead he presses his fingers deeper inside you.
It becomes hard to focus on anything else besides the way he pleasures you, the ecstasy taking over your body and mind in a way where the slight nicks from the blades don't even register. He pulls his fingers from you only to tease your clit again, making you gasp and whimper before plunging back inside you. He continues, alternating the way he builds towards your orgasm one brick at a time. He erases everything from your mind except for the pleasure he is giving you, his hand becoming rougher with time until you come undone. He continues to fuck your cunt relentlessly with his three fingers deep inside, curling and rubbing against your sensitive wall until you're writhing in ecstasy as much as the restraints would allow. Groans escape your throat as you ride through the pulsing orgasm, leaving your trembling thighs covered in a slick mess.
Knives removes his hand, leaving you panting heavily, the blanket under your cheek partially covering your airway, making you take in your hot breath all over again. As your body starts to relax again, you feel your heartbeat in your nether regions, the sensation spreading through your entire body. Knives's touch is intoxicating, already making you crave more. You miss the bite marks he would leave on your body, the almost hateful way he slaps your ass. You crave more of the game, of the violent ways he wants you.
The moment of rest doesn't last long. It's not even enough for your heart and breathing to return to normal. Knives doesn't speak tender words, not even nasty ones; he is silent, as if he isn't there at all, yet you feel something press against your entrance. As it starts to sink in, you recognize the familiar way your cunt stretches around Knives's cock. You feel a rush of pleasure and pain, and you start to moan, unable to control your body's response. You feel it push past the initial tightness and go deeper until it fills you to the brim with its length and girth. As Knives pulls back, every vein and bump along the shaft sends sparks of electricity through your body. You arch your back in pleasure, craving more of him inside you again.
While his cock picks up speed inside you, the restraints pull your legs apart further, spreading you wide open for him. Yet while the pleasure is immense, you don't feel him against you. There is no hand on your back to push you even further into the sheets, no fist pulling on your hair, no fingers digging into your hips, just his cock in your pussy pounding away with no mercy in sight. Just the raw, unadulterated sensation of being filled by him. The absence of his touch intensifies the feeling, making you ache for more of his presence. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, aching for the connection that is missing. It is your mind that conjures up images of him, the way he would push back his sweaty hair, his whole body leaning away as his hips keep moving back and forth. He is unusually silent, but perhaps his soft breath gets drowned out by the wet sounds echoing from between your legs, or it is your moans covering for him.
Your pondering gets cut short as you feel his finger by your other entrance, slowly teasing and pushing against the resistant muscle. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You feel his finger push in through the layer of lube, and you can't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. His cock never stops, continuing with its feverish pace even as Knives's finger explores new territory. The dual sensations send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying with each movement. You find yourself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of the combined touch. Knives doesn't stop, smearing the lube around, pulling his finger out only to slip it in again, adding another, stretching you in the most delicious way, all while spearing your cunt with his dick. The all-consuming pleasure laps at you, building towards another crashing orgasm. So it is all the more disappointing when Knives pulls out, leaving you gaping for more of him. The sudden emptiness leaves you aching and desperate for his return. It teases dissatisfied whines from your throat.
Knives doesn't leave you empty for long, but instead of plunging back into you with the same feverish pace, he pushes against your asshole. He moves slowly, patiently waiting for you to accommodate him, sliding in the tip through the prepared hole. You can't help but whimper as he suddenly is in with all his girth, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes at the delectable pain. You feel a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he begins to thrust deeper and deeper, his movement slow and deliberate. You take him in, your hands curling into fists as you try to relax, but the anticipation threatens to consume you whole. Tiny cries of both pleasure and ache escape your lips while he continues to fuck you in the ass. It is maddening, yet the discomfort gives way to more intense pleasure with each thrust. Your body responds eagerly to his every movement. You crave it, you need it, you want more.
The bladed tentacle unwraps itself from your eyes, allowing you to see again. At first it is just more blanket under your cheek, and you barely care, too consumed with Knives pounding your ass, but then your eyes catch a glimpse of something unexpected. Knives still lies beside you like before. You continue to pant in pleasure as you try to understand the impossible sight, but before you can collect yourself, you feel pressure on your cunt. A second cock pushes into you. A yelp of surprise is all you manage before two dicks start to fuck you, Knives still casually lying beside you. He seems to enjoy the sight of you being so surprised and consumed. As the panting turns to moaning, Knives reveals the secret to you. The string of blades that covered your eyes before morphs into a replica of Knives's cock, but before you can take in what just happened, Knives muffles the sound coming out of you with that newly formed dick. Despite ferling real, it fills your mouth with the taste of metal as you suck on it, still grumbling while the two other replicas drag you to the edge of ecstasy.
Knives watches your expression carefully as you come, the muffled moan a lengthy and primal growl of release. The pleasure overwhelms you as the two cocks fuck you at different paces, one relentlessly drilling into you while the other moves slower in your tight ass. The sensation of being filled and stretched in such a way tumbles you violently over the edge, legs shaking and pussy dripping as the orgasm ravages you. As the strength leaves your body and turns you into a weak mess, Knives's tendrils release you, causing you to crumble onto the mattress, covered in tiny cuts where you pushed too hard against the bladed bondage. You lay there, panting and exhilarated, feeling the sharp sting of the cuts mixing with the pleasure of release. Knives reaches out his hand, brushing away the tear that has rolled to the tip of your nose.
"I hope you aren't done yet, because now I will start to have my own fun," Knives says in a low voice, an almost sadistic smirk on his lips.
You feel the two cocks being pulled out of your ass and pussy simultaneously, causing you to gasp just as the third cock gets removed. Knives hooks his hand under your weak knee and flips you effortlessly onto your back, pinning you down with his body. He takes one of your wrists, bringing it closer to his face, licking at the tiny cuts on your skin before biting the soft flesh of your forearm, leaving imprints of his teeth, his slightly protruding fangs nearly drawing blood. He seems to enjoy himself, watching as you still pant heavily, your body becoming putty in his hands. He grabs hold of your hips, pulling them off the mattress and onto his own, positioning you for what's to come next.
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