“So soft,” Potema moaned. “Your lovers must love smacking bruises into that skin.”
Callista felt herself putting up fire wards to warm the room, and dropping her gloves.
“W-what…uhhh,” the Imperial gasped, kicking off her ebony boots. “N-no…”
That sensation was beginning again, the thousand hands running over her skin, and they never stopped, only intensifying as she removed her helmet. Phantom lips touched her own, fingers trailing over her neck. Her armour seemed to come off of its own free will, and she barely remembered removing it. The clothes beneath the metal were ripped from her, and they, along with her smalls, found themselves in a brazier.
“I possessed you, little one,” Potema purred. “Now, straddle my throne, and on your knees.”
Callista got onto the throne of her own free will, knees apart as she held onto the head rest of the stone chair. She was dripping wet, needing Potema to put her in her place and make her cum until the Imperial would do anything to serve her. Did she want this? Plaything of the last Septim? By the gods, it was the only thing she wanted.
“I see your needs, little one,” Potema told her. Phantom hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples and squeezing softly. “You want your men to worship you and shower you with compliments even as they have you beneath them.” Callista whimpered, her hips riding the air as Potema stroked the sensitive nubs gently. “But your women…you want your women to put their teeth on your neck and show you some pain, some dominance. Hair pulling, spanking, a rough fuck, never letting you come until your body can’t take the pleasure any more. That’s what I’ll do to you, little one.”
The Imperial cried out in shock as something slapped her ass ruthlessly. Pain went through her system, not a lot, but enough to jolt her forward. Her other cheek was pinched before being stroked, nails running over it, but Potema quickly fell into a rhythm of abusing each pert bronze cheek. Her slit dripped with need as she shivered, each slap making her raise her ass submissively. The sting was lovely, and her fingers trembled. The hands on her breasts hadn’t left, so each slap was punctuated by her nipple being stroked or pinched. Her face turned red, sweat beading on her body. Potema was calculated, that was for damn sure, and the Wolf Queen knew where to slap to get the best noises from her Imperial host. Occasionally, Potema would pinch the soft cheeks without stopping the slaps, and the added nails summoned a strangled moan from somewhere in the back of Callista’s throat. The Imperial didn’t care by now – she wanted to cum, she wanted this to never stop. Her place was on her knees, dripping her essence onto Potema’s remains as the Wolf Queen possessed her. She was born to be possessed.
“You were made to submit. It’s in your body language,” Potema whispered. “You’re no whore, you’re a submissive, a bona fide submissive who wants to be taken. And I will take you. Your knees will tremble, and you’ll beg me to cum, and you’ll submit.”
The slaps to her ass continued for a few more seconds before they stopped. A thumb brushed over her nub and Callista’s back shot straight as an arrow. She needed to cum so badly, and the touch against the best part of her body had sent her from needy to desperate in less than a second. But it felt like Potema was suppressing her. The thumb brushed continually over her as fingers probed her slit, and Callista cried out helplessly as they toyed along her labia and rubbed at her softly. They spread her lubricant along her as they teased, and Potema smiled. She could feel her do it. A single finger slipped inside her, swirling around and gathering her lubricant before rubbing slowly at her nub. She should have exploded into orgasm but Potema controlled her, Potema stopped her from coming, and the Imperial sobbed. It teased the sensitive flesh as Potema moaned in her ear.
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Lupine Dragon 4/7
Date: 2015-04-16 03:57 pm (UTC)Callista felt herself putting up fire wards to warm the room, and dropping her gloves.
“W-what…uhhh,” the Imperial gasped, kicking off her ebony boots. “N-no…”
That sensation was beginning again, the thousand hands running over her skin, and they never stopped, only intensifying as she removed her helmet. Phantom lips touched her own, fingers trailing over her neck. Her armour seemed to come off of its own free will, and she barely remembered removing it. The clothes beneath the metal were ripped from her, and they, along with her smalls, found themselves in a brazier.
“I possessed you, little one,” Potema purred. “Now, straddle my throne, and on your knees.”
Callista got onto the throne of her own free will, knees apart as she held onto the head rest of the stone chair. She was dripping wet, needing Potema to put her in her place and make her cum until the Imperial would do anything to serve her. Did she want this? Plaything of the last Septim? By the gods, it was the only thing she wanted.
“I see your needs, little one,” Potema told her. Phantom hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples and squeezing softly. “You want your men to worship you and shower you with compliments even as they have you beneath them.” Callista whimpered, her hips riding the air as Potema stroked the sensitive nubs gently. “But your women…you want your women to put their teeth on your neck and show you some pain, some dominance. Hair pulling, spanking, a rough fuck, never letting you come until your body can’t take the pleasure any more. That’s what I’ll do to you, little one.”
The Imperial cried out in shock as something slapped her ass ruthlessly. Pain went through her system, not a lot, but enough to jolt her forward. Her other cheek was pinched before being stroked, nails running over it, but Potema quickly fell into a rhythm of abusing each pert bronze cheek. Her slit dripped with need as she shivered, each slap making her raise her ass submissively. The sting was lovely, and her fingers trembled. The hands on her breasts hadn’t left, so each slap was punctuated by her nipple being stroked or pinched. Her face turned red, sweat beading on her body. Potema was calculated, that was for damn sure, and the Wolf Queen knew where to slap to get the best noises from her Imperial host. Occasionally, Potema would pinch the soft cheeks without stopping the slaps, and the added nails summoned a strangled moan from somewhere in the back of Callista’s throat. The Imperial didn’t care by now – she wanted to cum, she wanted this to never stop. Her place was on her knees, dripping her essence onto Potema’s remains as the Wolf Queen possessed her. She was born to be possessed.
“You were made to submit. It’s in your body language,” Potema whispered. “You’re no whore, you’re a submissive, a bona fide submissive who wants to be taken. And I will take you. Your knees will tremble, and you’ll beg me to cum, and you’ll submit.”
The slaps to her ass continued for a few more seconds before they stopped. A thumb brushed over her nub and Callista’s back shot straight as an arrow. She needed to cum so badly, and the touch against the best part of her body had sent her from needy to desperate in less than a second. But it felt like Potema was suppressing her. The thumb brushed continually over her as fingers probed her slit, and Callista cried out helplessly as they toyed along her labia and rubbed at her softly. They spread her lubricant along her as they teased, and Potema smiled. She could feel her do it. A single finger slipped inside her, swirling around and gathering her lubricant before rubbing slowly at her nub. She should have exploded into orgasm but Potema controlled her, Potema stopped her from coming, and the Imperial sobbed. It teased the sensitive flesh as Potema moaned in her ear.