Alright well now you gotta free him because pent up and angry Dew is best Dew.
HELLA NSFW BELOW THE CUT
“Please…” whines Dewdrop, his voice hoarse and desperate. The bindings on his wrists creak as he tries fruitlessly to touch you.
With a sympathetic sigh, you slide into his lap, one hand skating down to his leaking cock. Still rock hard and ready. As you squeeze his flushed cockhead, smearing that bead of precum along the tip, he bucks as hard as he can with your weight atop him, whining and whimpering with need. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this frantic, and the knowledge that you’re the cause of this desire has heat pulling hard at your stomach.
“My safeword… is rats,” you whisper in his ear, and your fingers move to the bindings on his wrists. “And as a special treat, for being so good… you get to knot me tonight.” You swallow his tortured moan in a kiss, allowing his long, forked tongue to plunder your mouth. With a flick of your wrist, you finally release him from his bindings.
The change in him is instantaneous.
With a snarl ripping from his throat, he launches himself at you, knocking over the chair in his haste. You land beneath him on the mattress with a shocked gasp, but there’s barely a moment to register this new positioning before he’s rolling you onto your stomach. One clawed hand gathers up your hair and tugs it backward, lifting your head. His stiff cock ruts against the bare curve of your ass, sending a jolt of lust straight to your cunt, and you moan with reckless abandon. He laps a long, wet line from your shoulder to your pulse point, and his teeth bear down on the sensitive skin there, overlapping Aether’s earlier mark. Your head swimming with pleasure and anticipation, it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking.
“--dare you let him mark you, you’re fucking mine. Mine, you hear me? My slut, my fucktoy.” He snarls, snapping his hips forward and grinding his cock between your cheeks until you whine. “Gonna use your fucking holes till you beg for this cock, you understand me? Not gonna be able to fucking walk for weeks after I’m through with you...”
He gives your hair another yank, burying his nose against your shoulder. He grinds himself against you again and again, panting and growling in your ear like he’s actually fucking you, but not yet. Not yet. Just enough to fan the flames. You whine, and squeeze your thighs together, desperate for stimulation. He growls out a warning, and slaps your bare ass until the skin there is tingling and flushed.
Obediently, you fall still and quiet.
“That’s my good little slut.”
Releasing his grip on your hair, he moves down the length of your body, and lifts your hips until you’re on your knees.
“Satan below, your ass is fucking perfect,” he purrs, and his mouth connects with the meat of one cheek, teeth sinking into your flesh. He sucks hard and you know there will be a bruise there in the morning. Suddenly, a few clawed fingers are tracing your slick folds -- just a quick swipe against your seam, but you moan regardless, whining when he doesn’t continue.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He yanks your head up again. “Open.”
Breathing hard, he watches with dark, predatory eyes as you lick your own fluids from his slick fingers. Your teeth scrape gently against the pad of one digit, and he sucks in an involuntary breath. You know you’re misbehaving, teasing him like that, but it’s worth it to see the muscle in his jaw jump.
“You want something bigger than fingers to suck on, baby?”
He shifts to kneel before you. His cock is tantalizingly close to your face now, and you lick your lips in anticipation. With frankly arousing ease, he rolls you onto your back, and angles his hips downward to slide his cock into your mouth. A shuddering, growling moan escapes him as he thrusts shallowly into you and you gag a little on his girth. Meanwhile, he palms your naked tits, pinching and rolling your nipples until you writhe and whimper.
“Look at you taking my cock so good,” he growls, snapping his hips forward, forcing you to take all of his length in one go. You gag, your eyes watering a little, but you want so badly to please him that you merely give his thighs a squeeze.
He reaches out and drags two long, clawed fingers through your slit, spreading your slick over your swollen clit. Your desperate whines go largely ignored, and when you thrash your hips in a futile attempt for more pressure, he presses a hand to your hips to still you. He continues on, stroking your cunt and pinching your tits and thrusting into your mouth until you’re a sweaty, desperate mess with an ache in your jaw.
You know better than anyone -- Dewdrop has the stamina to keep this up for hours.
Eventually, he eases his cock from your mouth, moving around your sweat-slick body until his head is hovering over your hips. He inhales deeply through his nose, shivering, and looks up at you, pupils blown with desire.
“You fucking reek, baby. I betcha the others can smell you from here… wouldn’t be surprised if they’re outside the door listening to you sing for me.”
He twists his head a little and sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh, marking you for a third time. With his fingers, he spreads your lips, and leans in to flick his forked tongue against your clit. You writhe and clamp your thighs around his head, and he immediately stops. The loss of stimulation wrenches a desperate, tortured sob from your chest.
“You want me to fuck you with this tongue? Better start begging.”
“Please! Please, I--”
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir! Please lick my pussy, I need --”
He doesn’t even wait for you to finish. With a feral snarl, he surges forward and laps his tongue along your slick seam. Your hands fly to his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp, as he winds you tighter and tighter and tighter. And just when you’re about to crest that precipice and find some modicum of relief, he
stops.
You whine sharply in distress as he pulls away, suddenly sobbing over the loss of your ruined orgasm. Dewdrop presses a hand on your hips, stilling you.
“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, grasping your hips with bruising firmness until you stop thrashing. “Just reminding you that I say when you come, got it?”
You nod vigorously, whispering pleas and begging him to continue.
Purring, he lowers his head to your thigh, leaving more searing love bites along the meat of it, inching closer and closer to your drenched cunt. You’ve become practically incoherent, whispering yeses and encouragements the nearer he gets. At long last, he laps that talented tongue across your clit, and in one swift, calculating motion, inserts one finger and then it’s twin into your waiting hole.
You bow off the bed with a cry, clenching around his fingers and clamping your thighs around his head as the tightly-wound band of arousal within your belly snaps. Dewdrop continues on, his head almost glued to your cunt as he licks you through your climax, fingers easing in and out until you’re twitching and gasping from overstimulation. And still
he
continues.
Just as you begged him to resume, now you’re begging him to stop. You writhe and thrash and fucking wail as he brings you to that precipice twice more, before finally, blessedly withdrawing.
You lay on the sweat-drenched sheets, just trying to remember how to breathe, arm draped over your eyes. Distantly, you’re aware of him crawling up the length of your body, nestling his hips between your thighs. He buries his face against the crook of your neck, breathing deep your scent. His cock, hard and hot, rubs against your thighs, a reminder that there is more to be had.
“Such a good pet for me. Ready to take my knot now, like the good little slut you are?” He nips at your shoulder, soothing the bites with warm, wet kisses, and draws your arms around his neck.
You nod, even though feel tired and sloppy and you’re pretty sure you just saw heaven itself. Dew isn’t satisfied yet. He hitches one of your legs around his hips, and with a shuddering, animalistic growl, buries himself into you to the hilt in one quick thrust. He sets a brutal pace from the get-go. The stretch of his girth within you is borderline painful already, and you know that it’s only going to get bigger. After the hours of play, he’s struggling to keep his climax at bay, while desperately trying to eke one last orgasm from you.
“Come,” he commands, his fingers clumsily stroking your clit between thrusts. “Come for me, slut. Let me hear you.”
Leg shaking, you twitch and spasm as one last demi-climax pulls deep at your cunt, throbbing and almost painful. As you clench around him, sobbing with relief, he pushes into you. There’s a burning ache as the knot swells within you. Panting hard, you scrabble at his back, clawing for purchase, as his impossibly swollen cock pulses within you. He snarls, each little thrust of his hips moving you further up the bed another inch.
For what feels like an eternity, you remain locked with him, unable to move or pull away. You’re panting and whining and moaning, clinging to him with trembling arms as the knot swells and swells. He kisses you, that forked tongue of his sliding into your mouth to swallow your noises. When you begin to sob from the overwhelming sensations, he nuzzles against your neck, murmuring praise.
When at last the swelling reduces and the pleasurable pain ebbs, you flop beneath him, utterly boneless. Endorphins course through you, and all you can do is giggle breathlessly. Dewdrop shifts, rolling you onto your side, and cuddling in behind you. He leaves a trail of soft, gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck. Already, the sweet siren call of sleep is pulling at your mind.
“You wanna shower?”
“I can’t move…”
“Bath it is, then.” He chuckles, soft and low. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.”
