A fair bargain [M]

[Medievarad]

Acheron let out slow and heated pants, deep grunts and growls at the attention paid to his manhood. It was truly enjouable. Not only the head Naovi gave him but the sole principle of domination. Wich was to him far more enjoyable. What he knew was that Naovi was powerful. Granted.

But she couldn't even start to compare to his dark arts. Then again. Acheron was a man to dislike violence. Well. Violence coming from him. Too much of an effort. With another deep growl he closed his eyes slowly, starting to softly push his hips back against Naovi's mouth. And then she stopped. Seemed like she didn't take Acheron's experiment well.

She stopped. Acheron immediatly pulled his fingers out with a slow, yet menacing chuckle. "What I am doing is of no concern. What you are doing.. Is testing my patience. And it is running very thin. I think you do not fully understand your position here." At that, he grabbed her legs and sat up, roughly flipping her on her back, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, against the headboard.

"But. Alas." He sighed slowly, baring his fangs. "I'd very much prefer not to rip your throat out while fucking you. So. Are you going to be a good little fox or are you feeling a bit more.. Rebellious?" He chuckled slowly, adjusting his grip on her hands to pin her in place with only one. The other grabbing her left breas, pinching her nipple. Given the chance, rubbing his cock against her wet slith. Her sensitivity still influenced by him and set to a threefold. "Hmm?"

[Rhindeer]

And suddenly, just like that, Naovi was on her back and pinned before she could scarcely get out a high pitched yelp. She gasped, yanking at her hands out of instinct, but he had a firm grip on her--an unbreakable one, even one-handed. A dangerous thrill shot through her, making her heart pound and heat pool between her legs, for she couldn't remember  time when she'd been so thoroughly manhandled.

She stared up at Acheron with wide eyes that soon fluttered and rolled back in breathless pleasure when his hand teased her breast and his cock dipped against her sex. Gods...shit...her body shuddered powerfully and she let out a needy whine, a sound close to begging, as she spread her legs wantonly and rolled her hips up, grinding their sexes together and trying in vain to sink him inside her.

She didn't even care if he was a fucking bastard at that point! All she knew was her body was on fire even as she practically dripped for him.

"Acherooon," she growled, though it was more of a breathy whimper. She squirmed, back arching, face flushed. "Just fuck me already!"

[Medievarad]

Acheron gave her a fanged smile, warm and gentle. As if he was a completely different person from beforehand. "A bit more rude than I expected.. But I'll take that as your word of being nice." He chuckled slowly, after a bit more of teasingNaovi for good measure, slowly pressing forward against her with  a soft pant, slipping past the wetness of her sex. Acheron leaned forward, looking down at Naovi, big red and black eyes staring down in hers.

Acheron slowly started to move against the kitsune, pulling out and pushing himself in again swiftly. Acheron being Acheron, he went extremely slow as he pulled out, and just a tad faster as he pushed himself in. Just denying her thay little bit of pleasure. In his eyes, she still had to earn it. Even of her sensitivity was amplified.

[Rhindeer]

It was a good thing Acheron gave in like that, because Naovi had been close to begging--and she never begged. But right then, in that moment, she felt like if he didn't do something and soon, she was going to die.

Maybe a bit dramatic, but she needed this, her body burning with arousal and only one way to quench it.

Finally, finally he pressed and sank into her, and Naovi let out a shuddering gasp as she was stretched and filled, her toes curling into the sheets and hands clenching into fists above her head, her head thrown back and spine arched to roll her hips up against his. She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out in a moan as he started to move, so slowly and teasingly so she could feel every ridge and line of his cock before he thrust in harder, surprising her enough to make her squeak. She squirmed beneath him, rocking up into him, trying to goad him into moving faster as she ground her pelvis against his and whimpered as that stroked her clit in the process, making her shudder beneath him. But she didn't want this, this slow almost-lovemaking.

She wanted to be fucked, wanted to be pounded into the mattress, and she wiggled her hips impatiently, sex tightly clenching around his, her hands tugging against his hold on her wrists.

"What are you doing?" she whined, panting, her tails curling along his legs. She bucked her hips and hooked her feet behind his knees to give herself more leverage as she rolled up into his thrusts. "I said fuck me!" And she leaned up as much as she could to nip sharply at his neck. "Harder..."

[Medievarad]

"Eager.." Acheron panted heavily, letting out a feral grunt. She clenched down on his cock. And she did it hard. Acheron momentarily stopped to marvel at how tight Naovi felt, letting out an exhilirated breath. Thrusting inside of her at the same slow pace. In the same teasing manner. He licked his lips slowly.

"It's common courtesy whe- Fuck it." He bit out under heavy panting. The leverage she got, the roll of her hips reminded him of just how good Naovi's insides felt.  And this in turn made him realise he was growing bored of his own games. Besides. There were many more ways than words to dominate someone.

With a shuddering sigh, Acheron pulled back slowly, before forcing himself into Naovi. A loud and lewd smack before he pulled back again, ramming his cock forward once more. Starting to pound her at a good pace.

[Rhindeer]

FINALLY!

Acheron pulled back and slammed into her, and Naovi yelped and tensed before he did it again--this time drawing a scream from her lips. And then he was slamming into her in earnest, hard enough that she knew her thighs would be bruised, and she threw her head back and clawed at his shoulders even as the screams and moans tore from her throat. It felt amazing, an intensity she had never before felt, and it didn't matter that she hated him, all she wanted in that moment was for this to never stop.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cried, sobbing with pleasure, spreading her legs wider so he could plunge in deeper. Her nails left red welts on his skin, but she hardly cared or noticed how hard she was clawing him, because the pleasure was building within her at an alarming pace, quicker than she was used to, and she bit his neck hard. "Don't stop, fuck, don't stop!"

[Medievarad]

Acheron gave her a toothy grin. "Keep moaning like that," he grunted out in the same feral and possessive tone, starting to speed up his forceful thrusts against her. Making several deep and loud groans, letting out a heated laughter as Naovi sobbed in pleasure and spreaded her legs more.

It was pretty obvious. She wanted even more. "Writhe," Acheron panted with a soft lick at his lips as he grew more bold and vicious in his movements against her. "Tell me.. What you feel.." He groaned out with the same heated, yet menacing grin.

[Rhindeer]

"Th-the fuck do you THINK?!" Naovi tried to snap, but it came out a high pitched moan instead, her back arching and hands tangling in the bedsheets as she twisted beneath him. She could barely breathe, it was so intense, and it seemed like she could only catch her breath long enough to let it out in a shuddering whimper or scream as he plunged into her, a total stranger using her as he saw fit the way she had used and seduced so many others.

And yet, even so, even though she was out of her mind with pleasure, she still had her pride. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of him making her spell it out for him. Oh no. He was only fucking her because she wanted to be fucked, because she had demanded it of him and had allowed him to touch her. He thought he was in control, but in her eyes, this bedroom encounter was entirely on her terms.

[Medievarad]

Oh no. Ohohoh no. That would simply not do. Even though her attempted snap lost most of it's effect. It still was obedience. And Acheron was sick of his own games, yes. But this inobedience? He couldn't let that slide. It was vital Naovi realised the position she was in. And even more vital that she realised the power she held right now.

Wich was none at all. With another deep growl, he slammed himself inside, before his free hand shot up to her throat, gripping it tightly. He pushed her up against the headboard as he glared her in the eyes. Making her about as insensitive as a wooden board with the control he still kept over her mind with his illusions. He had explained the rules quite clearly. And she just kept breaking them. Add to that that Acheron hated repeating himself with a passion. In silence, he just stared her down.

[Rhindeer]

Naovi yelped as, quite suddenly, she was slammed up against the headboard, his hand on her throat. She gasped, reeling for a moment, and then just stared back up at him with her sharp teeth bared.

"You want to know what I feel? Well, now I just feel annoyed," she snapped, wriggling restlessly beneath him, but feeling nothing.

[Medievarad]

"So that does make two of us," Acheron replied with a soft hiss as he also bared his fangs. "Tell me, how smart are you?" He asked with menacing hum, relenting the grip slightly. A soft grin spreading across his face. Yet he still gave her a threatening glare.

"Because you should start thinking about the very position you're here, little fox," Acheron snarled under his breath. "Right now, you are completely obedient to me. You are under my control and at my mercy," Acheron leaned close to Naovi. "Understood?"

[Rhindeer]

Naovi glared right back, teeth still bared. She gave another sharp wiggle of her hips and a huff, a strange combination of painfully aroused and horrifically frustrated and angry. Which, perhaps, only aroused her more. Strangely, she liked that he was challenging her, threatening her, even. An old, immortal creature like herself was rarely so blatantly challenged and thrills were hard to come by when you had already experienced much.

Perhaps that was part of why she pushed him.

Well, that and the fact that she was not to be tamed or owned.

But she could play the game for now.

With a slow, sly smile, she rolled her hips in little circles, sex squeezing powerfully around him. She might not be able to feel much now, but she knew he could, and her movements were slow, deliberate.

"Respect is earned," she purred. "I'll be obedient--provided you can make me." And her eyes sparkled with the challenge.

[Medievarad]

Frustrating. Oh so bitterly frustrating. And it seemed like she didn't adhere to the rewarding or punishing system he had explained earlier. Interesting and frustrating. He didn't even gasp or flinch at the slow movements or the tight clenching around his girth. "So be it," he finally concluded with a sigh, before letting go off her throat and sitting up slightly.

From the shadows emerged several doppelgangers from Acheron. All clad in the dark robes he normally wore. "Just moan," was what the naked, and most likely, real Acheron hissed between his teeth with a soft pant. Acheron relieved Naovi from the curse of insensitivity, amplifying her pleasure once more. He started to thrust against Naovi again, groaning as he pounded her at a good pace. And only speeding up in said pace.

The doppelgangers surrounded the two and started to provide several other stimulations to Naovi's body. Teasing her nipples wwith their fingers and tongues, caressing her abdomen, one of them slipped two fingers inside her mouth.

[Rhindeer]

A flash of triumph sparked in Naovi's eyes when Acheron relented. She might be his prisoner, but she was the one pulling the strings and manipulating this situation--and in that sense, she had won. At least in her eyes. For soon he had released her, and released the spell that rendered her insensitive, and he certainly didn't need to tell her to moan.

Because when he slammed into her again, she let out a sharp scream of pleasure, head thrown back and hands scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase. Eyes clenched shut as she basked in the overpowering sensations, she was hardly aware of the others until they were touching her--and her eyes snapped open in surprise, confusion, and then realization as she recognized them.

Copies of Acheron. No doubt magic...

The alarm was short-lived. If Acheron wanted to pleasure her silly, she wasn't going to complain, especially after the trouble he'd put her through. She let her head fall back again and cried out as their tongues and fingers caressed and teased, as Acheron's cock pounded into her, and those cries only ended when one stuck his fingers in her mouth. Her lips closed around them as she sucked, teasing them with her tongue, hungry and desperate for more.

[Medievarad]

He smirked softly. Admittedly, this was more fun to see, and feel ofcourse, than to actually punish her. The smirk was soon lost when his face screwed up to pleasure and he let out several soft grunts and hisses.

The clones didn't seem to waste much time, while most kept their touches and ministrations limited to soft caresses, licks and kisses all across her bodies, one of the clones leaned down to start stroking her clitoris with his thumb.