to him.
"No! I didn't-"
"Expect me to agree? And yet, I did. So you'll feel a drawing sensation. Just relax. I'm told it's not unpleasant, but definitely palpable. You'll know I'm inside your head."
She began to pull from his mind.
"I said no!"
"Too late." She turned to the side and blew against one of her palms. A scene arose against the wall, drawn from his own thoughts
In the vision, Rydstrom was free with her in this chamber, leisurely divesting her of her stockings, rolling them down her legs with infinite slowness. By the time he'd unhurriedly slipped her full-length gloves from her arms, she was visibly trembling.
"You want to see me quiver in anticipation?"
He said nothing, just watched himself leisurely unfastening her top before stripping her to her thong. He left her choker, yet in his imaginings, it looked more like a collar.
The scene flickered and changed to show Sabine facing the wall, with her wrists bound and hanging from a peg above her head. "You want me in bonds?"
She looked away to gaze at the real Rydstrom. He was staring in seeming awe, but more, he appeared surprised by what he was seeing, as if he'd never truly allowed himself to entertain thoughts like these. In the bed, his cock was harder than it had ever been, standing erect as he rolled his hips.
She took him in hand once more, fondling his length from base to head, as the Sabine in the vision struggled against her bonds. "Am I to want to escape you?" When he shook his head, she said, "Then what?"
She'd been stroking him until he was shuddering with pleasure, but since he wouldn't talk, she stopped.
He finally bit out, "I've kept you on the brink for hours." His horns were straightening, his sweat-slicked muscles corded with strain, sheening in the firelight. "You're desperate to touch me, or yourself, anything to come . .. it's all you can think about."
In the fantasy, he roamed his hands all over her body, pinching, cupping, palming her bared breasts. Then he kicked her legs apart and yanked her thong to her thighs, stretching it taut around them. When he pressed a finger into her sex from behind, he groaned through clenched teeth in both the vision and beside her in the bed.
She murmured, "So this is what my demon likes." Sabine found herself secretly flattered by this. Of all the fantasies a male could have-multiple women and men, fetishes, or even deviancies-his dreams were centered only on her. Only her.
She was also surprised by how erotic she found these scenes. The idea of being tied up by an enemy should infuriate her-not arouse her. In her past liaisons, the males had always been Sorceri, which meant they'd been potential enemies, out to steal her precious power. Showing weakness with them was dangerous, letting go was out of the question. If they'd feared her-and many of them had-she'd done nothing to dissuade them.
In Rydstrom's fantasies, he didn't fear her. He acted as if he owned her, which was strangely exciting to her.
With him like this, there simply wouldn't be a choice of whether to let go or not. He'd demand it.
Still lazily thrusting his finger with one hand, with his other he pressed her head down, gathering her hair forward off her nape so he could brush his lips there. He murmured how much he wanted her, rubbing his face against her as he rasped how beautiful she was.. ..
Her breath hitched. "Have you ever tied a woman up?" When he didn't answer, she let the illusion waver, threatening to take it away.
He grated, "I haven't."
"But you want to tie one up, you need to."
He stretched against his manacles to rub his horns along her arm. As if he couldn't stop himself, he bit out, "You, tassia."
The lust in his voice ... She swallowed, easing down to lie beside him.
In his vision, he turned her so she faced him, then knelt in front of her. After tearing away her panties, he pull her leg over his shoulder to spread her to his mouth.
"In your fantasies, you go down on me?"
He turned to rumble at her
"No! I didn't-"
"Expect me to agree? And yet, I did. So you'll feel a drawing sensation. Just relax. I'm told it's not unpleasant, but definitely palpable. You'll know I'm inside your head."
She began to pull from his mind.
"I said no!"
"Too late." She turned to the side and blew against one of her palms. A scene arose against the wall, drawn from his own thoughts
In the vision, Rydstrom was free with her in this chamber, leisurely divesting her of her stockings, rolling them down her legs with infinite slowness. By the time he'd unhurriedly slipped her full-length gloves from her arms, she was visibly trembling.
"You want to see me quiver in anticipation?"
He said nothing, just watched himself leisurely unfastening her top before stripping her to her thong. He left her choker, yet in his imaginings, it looked more like a collar.
The scene flickered and changed to show Sabine facing the wall, with her wrists bound and hanging from a peg above her head. "You want me in bonds?"
She looked away to gaze at the real Rydstrom. He was staring in seeming awe, but more, he appeared surprised by what he was seeing, as if he'd never truly allowed himself to entertain thoughts like these. In the bed, his cock was harder than it had ever been, standing erect as he rolled his hips.
She took him in hand once more, fondling his length from base to head, as the Sabine in the vision struggled against her bonds. "Am I to want to escape you?" When he shook his head, she said, "Then what?"
She'd been stroking him until he was shuddering with pleasure, but since he wouldn't talk, she stopped.
He finally bit out, "I've kept you on the brink for hours." His horns were straightening, his sweat-slicked muscles corded with strain, sheening in the firelight. "You're desperate to touch me, or yourself, anything to come . .. it's all you can think about."
In the fantasy, he roamed his hands all over her body, pinching, cupping, palming her bared breasts. Then he kicked her legs apart and yanked her thong to her thighs, stretching it taut around them. When he pressed a finger into her sex from behind, he groaned through clenched teeth in both the vision and beside her in the bed.
She murmured, "So this is what my demon likes." Sabine found herself secretly flattered by this. Of all the fantasies a male could have-multiple women and men, fetishes, or even deviancies-his dreams were centered only on her. Only her.
She was also surprised by how erotic she found these scenes. The idea of being tied up by an enemy should infuriate her-not arouse her. In her past liaisons, the males had always been Sorceri, which meant they'd been potential enemies, out to steal her precious power. Showing weakness with them was dangerous, letting go was out of the question. If they'd feared her-and many of them had-she'd done nothing to dissuade them.
In Rydstrom's fantasies, he didn't fear her. He acted as if he owned her, which was strangely exciting to her.
With him like this, there simply wouldn't be a choice of whether to let go or not. He'd demand it.
Still lazily thrusting his finger with one hand, with his other he pressed her head down, gathering her hair forward off her nape so he could brush his lips there. He murmured how much he wanted her, rubbing his face against her as he rasped how beautiful she was.. ..
Her breath hitched. "Have you ever tied a woman up?" When he didn't answer, she let the illusion waver, threatening to take it away.
He grated, "I haven't."
"But you want to tie one up, you need to."
He stretched against his manacles to rub his horns along her arm. As if he couldn't stop himself, he bit out, "You, tassia."
The lust in his voice ... She swallowed, easing down to lie beside him.
In his vision, he turned her so she faced him, then knelt in front of her. After tearing away her panties, he pull her leg over his shoulder to spread her to his mouth.
"In your fantasies, you go down on me?"
He turned to rumble at her
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