Heirot

Tenara did as he said, but with great effort. Her body begged for more, but she wasn't ready for it to end. She wanted the imprint of him on her body and soul. She rocked slow and soft, focusing on exploring his skin with her mouth. Her hands swept through his hair and curled around his horns and pinned his head to the wall. She dipped mouth to his neck, kissing softly before she bit down, pinching the skin between her teeth.

"Hnng! Tenara!" He strained for control, but body and hands kept driving him further toward the edge. His painfully aroused cock felt abnormally full, like she was somehow inside and around him at the same time.

Then her lips were on his throat, teeth pressing down over his flesh, and his thin thread of composure snapped. He jerked his hips, not sure if he was trying to get out or go deeper. "Tenara... fuck, I'm..."

He shuddered inside her, but confused himself when there was no release for his budding orgasm. Every nerve was drawn taut, teetering at the edge, but instead of climaxing, it just kept building. He shuddered beneath her, meeting her hips desperately each time she thrust around him. "F-fuck!" he pleaded. The pleasure kept building and building, but there was no release. "Oh, god..."

"So it is punishment," she murmured against his lips. She rolled her hips over him, but the look of pleasure on her face seemed to knot with confusion, then frustration. It felt wonderful but it wasn't... what she needed—what she seemed to crave—and she couldn’t ask him for it.

She felt a flood of shame for wanting to. He wouldn’t understand, and it barely made sense to her. It was this compulsive need for him to physically drive out whatever invisible hold they still had over her body. She had erased the outward marks so easily, but she still felt the ghost of them, like ants under her skin.

She reached out, having spotted the sash she'd used to cover his eyes the night before lying half-tucked under his pillow. She pulled it free and lifted it to his lips, twining it around his mouth and head once, then back around, tying a knot beneath his nose.

“I promise to free you when I’m done,” she whispered.

Tenara hooked a hand around one of his horns and braced the other on his shoulder, rocking over him again. The pace was similar to before at first, but then it became feverish. Merciless. Bruising. She met his eyes and held his alien gaze, watching every beautiful, poorly restrained look that crossed him. “Come for me, Havi,” she huffed, pressing her forehead to his as she rocketed towards bliss. A soft cry tore out of her, morphing into the sweetest command. “Come for your Yurivis.”

Havi bit down on the knot she'd tied, groaning into the fabric. The way she was gripping his horns, locking his head still, made submission roll through him like a blaze on a dry field. He'd never had an orgasm like this, one that built and built until he couldn't speak or think.

It was her command that finally overcame the delay the ring had caused. She had asked, and his body obeyed. He huffed against the sash she'd gagged him with, and his hands slid under her buttocks, lifting her just enough to give him space to pump inside her. He leaned his horn deeper where she'd pressed it to her chest, sending tingles down his spine. He met her body rock-hard with deep, quick thrusts. "I'm coming, Yurivis," he groaned.

Tenara clenched her eyes and held on as he drove into her. He was large, and so it was not hard for him to strike a place deep inside her that sent a tangle of sensations both wonderful and warning. Each hit drove a sharp cry from her. Her body had the instinct to want to evade, but she ground down instead, because she wanted the bruising ache of him to linger. Him.

“Mmm ommin, uris,” was all Tenera managed to get through the fabric muffling Havi’s voice. She settled heavily on top of him as he pulsed the last threads of his climax, tucking her face into the warm crook of his neck.

After a minute she reached up and untied her knot, letting the fabric drape loosely around his neck. Then, she returned to burrowing against him, soaking in the feel of his body against hers.

She found she wanted to cry, and wasn’t certain why. Perhaps relief or joy or peace. She knew if she did that Havi would be worried or hurt by it, so she pressed closer to him, like she wanted to climb inside him where it was safe, and let the strange tangle of emotions run their course.

“I don’t want to leave you,” she mumbled against his skin.