Finnick is, as always, more than happy to be smothered by her cunt. Juices smear all over his nose, mouth, and chin as he licks at her, sucking harder on her clit and circling his tongue around it the way he knows she likes, drawing letters with the deft tip of it.
His real hand creeps up between her legs and he inserts his middle finger inside her, lubricated by the slick and the spit, curling the finger toward him to tickle her g-spot.
Night Sky moaned wantonly into the air, uncaring for any other castle inhabitants that might hear her should they wander by. A shock of pleasure rushed through her, the brush of his fingertip along the delicate nerves making her fingers flex and yank upon the strands of his hair hard enough to sting his scalp.
"Harder, baby." She commanded, rolling her hips roughly into his mouth and hand. "Fuck me hard with those fingers."
"MMH--" Finnick moans, loud and muffled into her cunt, as she pulls his hair. Obediently and passionately, his ring finger joins his middle and the two work into her, swiftly and strongly. His thumb on the outside for leverage, it's almost as though he's gripping her pubic bone as he presses those fingertips hard into her g-spot, rubbing back and forth, fucking her skillfully. He continuously moans against her clit as he sucks hard on it, already almost overwhelmed with lust. His hips circle uselessly where he kneels, but he doesn't touch himself, intent on focusing all his attention on serving her first and foremost.
She pulled again for those little pinpricks of pain he seemed to enjoy, then pushed him back into the nearly suffocating heat of her cunt. Between his mouth, the sounds he made, and the talented thrust of his fingers, she was done for only moments later, coming hard with muscles twitching around the digits and her hips grinding into his face.
She held him there even as she came down, shivering and sighing out her pleasure, letting him bask in it until she worried he might suffocate; tugging him back by the hair to look him over.
He tries to breathe as best he can, slowing his movements as she comes down from her climax. He sighs as though he's the one who just came.
As she pulls him back, he'll see his eyes lidded and hazy with lust staring up at her, his brows slightly raised and knitted together, his mouth agape, his face and hand completely a mess with her liquids, and his cock in his lap, still untouched, having produced strings of precome that still drip down onto his thighs.
He doesn't speak, already deep enough in subspace that words aren't coming so easily, that he doesn't want to have to bother with talking. It's so much work. He'd rather be her plaything.
Night Sky dropped her leg down, leaning in to kiss him, tongue lapping at the slickness smeared across his lips, a soft "mmmm" of approval rumbling in her throat. When she pulled away, she pointedly look down to his cock, unable to keep herself from smirking.
"Get up." She ordered, pushing herself up and grabbing his collar, fully planning on hoisting him to his feet with her. "On the bed. Sit." And when he did, she would fetch her supplies — lube, her strap, and the biggest dildo she had on hand in his room, taking her time setting everything into place.
He leans into the kiss, mouth still open, taking anything she'll give him. She seems pleased with what she's done to him.
He stands up, but not quickly enough to avoid the yank on the chain, which strains against his muscular neck, coaxing another small noise out of him. He does as she tells him, sitting on the bed, on top of his hands so he won't be tempted to touch himself. He watches her, eyeing the size of the dildo, the anticipation of her hands on him and her cock in his ass keeping him aroused.
She made a show of it, too; taking her sweet time tightening the straps around her hips and thighs. Night Sky finally tugged her dress off entirely and discarded it with the rest of their clothes.
Once everything was in place, she moved back to Finnick, leaning over him so she could undo his collar, shushing him as she did so. "Don't worry, baby. We just need to adjust a little." She turned it around, setting the collar backwards so the chain was along the nape of his neck.
"Perfect." She murmured and smeared her thumb along his lower lip, catching more slickness and saliva that she sucked off her fingertip, her gaze predatory. "No coming until I say so, baby. Now — face down, ass up."
He eyes her hips and thighs hungrily as the straps grip around them. His brow furrows in slight confusion as she adjusts the collar, and he's not totally sure what she has in mind, until she declares the position. Oh, fuck yes. And not allowed to come... This will be something.
He turns to get on his hands and knees on the bes, ass out toward her. His breathing is slightly ragged already with anticipation and arousal.
She took up position behind him, kneeling with lube in hand. With a soft pop she opened the bottle and let some of the cool liquid dribble over his hole, her other hand grasping a cheek and spreading him open a little wider.
"Gods, you want it so bad don't you, baby?" She said, amusement tinging her tone. Night Sky set the bottle down to tease her finger around the puckered hole, slathering the generous amount of lube she poured over it. "Tell me, Finnick. Beg for my cock." She slipped the tip of her finger in.
At her question, Finnick drops his head into his forearms on the mattress, making a noise that's half-groan and half-whimper. Incidentally, this angles his ass up toward her even more. It's good that she asks him to beg, because he's damn near it anyway.
"Please, baby... Please fuck me, just destroy me... I need you..."
"Mm. Don't worry, sweet thing. You'll have me soon."
She worked him with her fingers, sliding one in and thrusting for a few moments before she added a second. She scissored them apart, added more lube, and stretched him until she was confident he could take the girthy toy she had chosen.
Once satisfied, she rose up so she could lube up the dildo, line it up with his ass, and let the head of it sink into that tight hole. She didn't press all the way in though, stilling her hips so she could reach down, grab his chain, and yank him up so his back arched sharply.
Finnick moans and continues to whimper desperately as she prepares him, his breath shaky and catching. He does his best to take deep breaths, to relax himself and his muscles so it's easier for her, but it's difficult when he's so worked up.
"Ahh..." He shudders an exhale as she finally pushes in, and then suddenly there's a strong tightness around his neck as he's pulled up with a surprising determination that makes him gasp.
"Fuck!" He moans, breathing heavily with a slight edge of fear that plays on his arousal. He's not actually afraid, since he trusts Night Sky; more like thrilled that she has such control, such power to absolutely wreck him in this moment.
There was a brief moment where she debated asking if he was okay, if that twinge of fear in his voice was something she should be concerned about. But when no safeword or any obvious sign of protest came, she resumed.
The fun part about her harness was that she felt everything. Whatever toy she attached was like an extension of her body. So she felt the way he clenched around her; felt the heat as she pressed into him, forcing him to accommodate the girth of the toy until she bottomed out inside him. Her grip on his collar was tight, loosened only long enough to low him a chance to breathe before she pulled back again, timing it with the hard thrust of her hips.
"So pretty with a cock in your ass." She cooed, free hand gripping his hip. "And such a good boy, taking me so well."
"Ngh..." He feels himself stretch around her as she buries herself inside, and is only just catching his breath when she pulls out and slams in again, prompting a yelped moan from him.
"Gi-- Give me-- Gimme one second," he pants, needing to get a hold of himself, needing to adjust to the girth of her. Even with all the prep, it's big, and he needs a minute to get used to it.
Night Sky immediately loosened her grip on his collar, lowering him slowly. She stilled her hips, resting the dildo halfway inside him as she smoothed her hand up his spine, up to his head to gently knead into his scalp.
Finnick falls on his elbows, breathing deeply, trying to breathe as slowly as possible. He's trained at this, but... Getting too excited can sometimes circumvent that training. He's a little light-headed, so it takes him a good 15-20 seconds to even his breathing and calm down.
"Okay, I'm good," he murmurs, lifting himself up on his palms again.
Night Sky patiently waited, petting his hair until he was ready. With his go-ahead, she pressed back into him fully, slowly, letting him feel every inch of the toy as she pulled her hips back and thrust again.
Almost agonizing slow in comparison to her previous motions, still allowing him the chance to adjust.
"Oh..." He exhales a moan, feeling himself stretch, but this time it's much less uncomfortable, less abrupt. It fills him up, pressing in places that melt his muscles with pleasure. He slumps into the bed.
"Yes, baby..." He murmurs, encouraging her to keep going. "Please..."
She let him slump, let him relax while she slowly started to fuck him, working into a steady rhythm.
But soon enough, that overwhelming heat and tightness started to throw her off kilter, made her vision blur. Night Sky hooked her finger into the ring of his collar and pulled, forcing him up again and tugging back as she hilted in him once more. She started to pick up the pace — encouraged more so by the hard slap of his ass against her thighs. "You beg so pretty for me, baby."
The toy is so big that it easily hits the magic spot for him, making him cry out loudly as she picks up her pace. He's yanked up again, and the tightness of the collar makes his head swim with the sudden lack of blood flow. It only heightens his arousal, and he blindly reaches back for her, for some kind of purchase.
It's hard to find, and mostly he's suspended in the air by his neck as she slams into his ass. He can't form words or thoughts, and he is nothing but her loud fuck-toy as he has no choice but to take her relentless rhythm. He vaguely remembers that she told him not to come, and he tries his best to keep a lid on that, but it's hard when she's so fucking good at this.
She glanced at the pawing hand, and even in the merciless haze of lust, she had love enough in her heart to adjust, giving him a few more hard thrusts before she loosened her grip on the collar once more. She pressed against the back of his head, shoved until his cheek met the mattress. Then she bent over his back, both hands finding his and pinning them beside his head, fingers interlocked. She resumed her hard thrusts at a fun new angle.
"Do you want to come?" Because he must have been aching for it now. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, assuring the toy was wedged deep in his ass when she did so. "Ask nice, and maybe I'll let you."
He allows his face to be smushed into the bed, his whole body being pushed down further with each thrust. Desperate, high-pitched whimpers escape him as she mercilessly slams against his pleasure centres.
She tells him again to beg, and his brain scrambles for words. Words feel so far away now. He truly feels like nothing but a toy, her little pet, stripped of his own volitions in the best possible way. But he has to offer her something. His words come between moaning and panting.
"Please, baby... Daeleth... Please... Let me come... I need-- I need... To..."
So fucking good. She could have come just from hearing him beg — and she very nearly did, the combination of it and the toy making her moan hotly into his ear, her hips shuddering with her thrusts.
"Go ahead, baby." She nipped his ear lobe, rolled her hips on the next thrust. "Come for me, my love. Make a fucking mess of your bed."
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His real hand creeps up between her legs and he inserts his middle finger inside her, lubricated by the slick and the spit, curling the finger toward him to tickle her g-spot.
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"Harder, baby." She commanded, rolling her hips roughly into his mouth and hand. "Fuck me hard with those fingers."
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She held him there even as she came down, shivering and sighing out her pleasure, letting him bask in it until she worried he might suffocate; tugging him back by the hair to look him over.
"Oh, look at you, baby."
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As she pulls him back, he'll see his eyes lidded and hazy with lust staring up at her, his brows slightly raised and knitted together, his mouth agape, his face and hand completely a mess with her liquids, and his cock in his lap, still untouched, having produced strings of precome that still drip down onto his thighs.
He doesn't speak, already deep enough in subspace that words aren't coming so easily, that he doesn't want to have to bother with talking. It's so much work. He'd rather be her plaything.
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"Get up." She ordered, pushing herself up and grabbing his collar, fully planning on hoisting him to his feet with her. "On the bed. Sit." And when he did, she would fetch her supplies — lube, her strap, and the biggest dildo she had on hand in his room, taking her time setting everything into place.
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He stands up, but not quickly enough to avoid the yank on the chain, which strains against his muscular neck, coaxing another small noise out of him. He does as she tells him, sitting on the bed, on top of his hands so he won't be tempted to touch himself. He watches her, eyeing the size of the dildo, the anticipation of her hands on him and her cock in his ass keeping him aroused.
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Once everything was in place, she moved back to Finnick, leaning over him so she could undo his collar, shushing him as she did so. "Don't worry, baby. We just need to adjust a little." She turned it around, setting the collar backwards so the chain was along the nape of his neck.
"Perfect." She murmured and smeared her thumb along his lower lip, catching more slickness and saliva that she sucked off her fingertip, her gaze predatory. "No coming until I say so, baby. Now — face down, ass up."
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He turns to get on his hands and knees on the bes, ass out toward her. His breathing is slightly ragged already with anticipation and arousal.
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"Gods, you want it so bad don't you, baby?" She said, amusement tinging her tone. Night Sky set the bottle down to tease her finger around the puckered hole, slathering the generous amount of lube she poured over it. "Tell me, Finnick. Beg for my cock." She slipped the tip of her finger in.
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"Please, baby... Please fuck me, just destroy me... I need you..."
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She worked him with her fingers, sliding one in and thrusting for a few moments before she added a second. She scissored them apart, added more lube, and stretched him until she was confident he could take the girthy toy she had chosen.
Once satisfied, she rose up so she could lube up the dildo, line it up with his ass, and let the head of it sink into that tight hole. She didn't press all the way in though, stilling her hips so she could reach down, grab his chain, and yank him up so his back arched sharply.
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"Ahh..." He shudders an exhale as she finally pushes in, and then suddenly there's a strong tightness around his neck as he's pulled up with a surprising determination that makes him gasp.
"Fuck!" He moans, breathing heavily with a slight edge of fear that plays on his arousal. He's not actually afraid, since he trusts Night Sky; more like thrilled that she has such control, such power to absolutely wreck him in this moment.
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The fun part about her harness was that she felt everything. Whatever toy she attached was like an extension of her body. So she felt the way he clenched around her; felt the heat as she pressed into him, forcing him to accommodate the girth of the toy until she bottomed out inside him. Her grip on his collar was tight, loosened only long enough to low him a chance to breathe before she pulled back again, timing it with the hard thrust of her hips.
"So pretty with a cock in your ass." She cooed, free hand gripping his hip. "And such a good boy, taking me so well."
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"Gi-- Give me-- Gimme one second," he pants, needing to get a hold of himself, needing to adjust to the girth of her. Even with all the prep, it's big, and he needs a minute to get used to it.
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"Breathe, baby."
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"Okay, I'm good," he murmurs, lifting himself up on his palms again.
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Almost agonizing slow in comparison to her previous motions, still allowing him the chance to adjust.
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"Yes, baby..." He murmurs, encouraging her to keep going. "Please..."
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But soon enough, that overwhelming heat and tightness started to throw her off kilter, made her vision blur. Night Sky hooked her finger into the ring of his collar and pulled, forcing him up again and tugging back as she hilted in him once more. She started to pick up the pace — encouraged more so by the hard slap of his ass against her thighs. "You beg so pretty for me, baby."
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It's hard to find, and mostly he's suspended in the air by his neck as she slams into his ass. He can't form words or thoughts, and he is nothing but her loud fuck-toy as he has no choice but to take her relentless rhythm. He vaguely remembers that she told him not to come, and he tries his best to keep a lid on that, but it's hard when she's so fucking good at this.
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"Do you want to come?" Because he must have been aching for it now. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, assuring the toy was wedged deep in his ass when she did so. "Ask nice, and maybe I'll let you."
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She tells him again to beg, and his brain scrambles for words. Words feel so far away now. He truly feels like nothing but a toy, her little pet, stripped of his own volitions in the best possible way. But he has to offer her something. His words come between moaning and panting.
"Please, baby... Daeleth... Please... Let me come... I need-- I need... To..."
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"Go ahead, baby." She nipped his ear lobe, rolled her hips on the next thrust. "Come for me, my love. Make a fucking mess of your bed."
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"OH! DAE--"
Her name is cut off by a loud series of moans, cries, and curses. His hands curl tightly into fists, squeezing her fingers between his.
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