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."
Like sweet music to her ears. Night Sky moaned again into his ear, squeezed her fingers around his, and slowed the roll of her hips until she was resting inside him, as still as she could be while panting.
"Gods, Finnick." She murmured. She released one of his hands to stroke his hair, and kissed his cheek gently. "Shhh. Come back to me, baby. I'm right here. You did so good..."
Finnick feels like he was catapulted off the planet. He pants heavily as Sky whispers to him. His muscles are limp, but he tries to rouse himself slightly, to process what she's saying.
"Mmm," is all he can muster, as he squeezes her hand.
"Did you-- You should come, keep going till you--" he mumbles.
She smiled. "So sweet." And kissed his neck, nipping playfully at sweat soaked skin, tongue lapping up to his jaw. She rolled her hips again and couldn't help but shiver. "If you insist."
She kissed his cheek again and shifted, gripping his hip with her free hand and resuming her previous rhythm — slower though, not wanting to overwhelm too much while she chased her own pleasure. Close as she was between the tight heat and the grinding of the toy against her clit, it wouldn't be long.
Another loud moan is ripped from Finnick as she starts moving again, his whole body feeling hypersensitive. He grips the sheets, grips her hand. Pretty soon, with the steady rhythm, there are aftershocks of pleasure moving through his body, prompting further, though quieter, moans. His dick is sort of useless at the moment, but it still feels very good.
She tightened her grip on his hip— pulled him back with each forward thrust so their bodies locked and the toy fit inside him fully. He felt so fucking good she didn't want to stop, her breathing sharp and trembling, beads of sweat along her brow and sticking her wild curls to her forehead.
"Fuck, Finnick." She cursed. Too close to yank his collar, she moved her hand from his hip to curve around and grasp him by the throat — not hard, not even enough to cut off air. Just to rest it there, like a reminder. "Never forget that you're mine."
Her hips shook again, teeth catching on his earlobe as the telltale quakes of her orgasm rolled through her.
He continues to whimper as she rails him, feeling on the edge of orgasm despite his cock being nowhere ready to do so.
"I'm yours, I'm yours Daeleth..." He whispers it like a prayer, over and over until she comes. As she does, he moans as though moaning for her, pleased by her release.
Night Sky gave a few more absent bucks of her hips, then finally sighed with the little lingering aftershocks. She kissed his cheek, his neck, his temple.
Night Sky lingered for a moment, kissing wherever she could reach while she came down from her high. After that moment, she pulled back and out of him, slow and careful, smoothing her hand over his ass and thighs.
He could remain dazed for as long as he liked. Night Sky was already working on getting him settled. She gingerly rolled him over, onto his back and away from the mess he had left on the sheets, then carefully working the collar loose.
"Ah..." He shudders as she pulls out, leaving him empty, which now feels strange. He lays down at her prompting, allowing her to remove the collar as he pulls a piece of clean blanket around himself, sighing. He's a little sad at the collar being removed, wanting to stay in that protected little place of being hers.
"I think I want to take care of you." She murmured against his lips, kneading softly into his shoulder. "Think you can walk? It's okay if not. I have an idea."
"You got it." She stood up, hooked her arms under his knees and shoulders, and hoisted him up, blanket and all — with the assistance of some strong vines wrapping around him and looping over her shoulders. She wasn't particularly strong, but the vines sure made up for it, keeping him cradled against her chest.
She carted him off to the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the tub while she filled it, keeping him balanced with a hand on his back.
He's never been treated like this. Like a child. Even as a child, he wasn't treated like a child. He was saddled with life-or-death responsibility at 14.
He's momentarily embarrassed, but he tells himself that if she didn't want to do this, she wouldn't, and rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms around her neck. He winces as she sits him on the tub, shifting awkwardly to put more of his weight on his thighs than his butt. Still, he smiles as he watches her with lidded eyes.
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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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"Gods, Finnick." She murmured. She released one of his hands to stroke his hair, and kissed his cheek gently. "Shhh. Come back to me, baby. I'm right here. You did so good..."
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"Mmm," is all he can muster, as he squeezes her hand.
"Did you-- You should come, keep going till you--" he mumbles.
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She kissed his cheek again and shifted, gripping his hip with her free hand and resuming her previous rhythm — slower though, not wanting to overwhelm too much while she chased her own pleasure. Close as she was between the tight heat and the grinding of the toy against her clit, it wouldn't be long.
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"Use me, baby..."
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"Fuck, Finnick." She cursed. Too close to yank his collar, she moved her hand from his hip to curve around and grasp him by the throat — not hard, not even enough to cut off air. Just to rest it there, like a reminder. "Never forget that you're mine."
Her hips shook again, teeth catching on his earlobe as the telltale quakes of her orgasm rolled through her.
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"I'm yours, I'm yours Daeleth..." He whispers it like a prayer, over and over until she comes. As she does, he moans as though moaning for her, pleased by her release.
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"Good boy." She purred. "I love you so much."
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He could remain dazed for as long as he liked. Night Sky was already working on getting him settled. She gingerly rolled him over, onto his back and away from the mess he had left on the sheets, then carefully working the collar loose.
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"God, baby..." He murmurs in amazement.
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She chuckled and moved to settle beside him, peppering his face with kisses, brushing back his hair. "Still with me, Tide Breaker?" She murmured.
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"I'm here, love." He smiles softly at her, lids heavy.
"You okay? You have fun?"
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"A bath sounds nice. What do you think?" He twirls a curl around his finger.
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"Oh? Well, now I have to know what your idea is."
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"Surprise me."
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She carted him off to the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the tub while she filled it, keeping him balanced with a hand on his back.
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He's momentarily embarrassed, but he tells himself that if she didn't want to do this, she wouldn't, and rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms around her neck. He winces as she sits him on the tub, shifting awkwardly to put more of his weight on his thighs than his butt. Still, he smiles as he watches her with lidded eyes.
"How'd I get so lucky?"
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