Saturday, October 14, 2017

Star Talker: Part 16: Feral Passions

There was an oddly alluring combination of fear and fury in her expression as she looked down at his improvised rigging. She tried to draw her knees together, but the few centimeters she managed weren't enough to shield herself. Rha'han tilted his head, considering her, watching the trickles of fear being swallowed up by the anger. He plucked a midnight blue sash from a drawer and tied it around her head, taking away her sight. Every muscle in her body tensed as if readying for battle.

She jumped slightly as he drew the tongue of the crop gently up the length of her thigh. He whispered calming nonsense as he continued the trail of the leather across her body, as if speaking to a spooked animal. Her breathing slowly returned to a somewhat normal rhythm, although her chest still heaved with long deep breaths. He circled her, using the crop like a paintbrush to draw the letters of his name in Klotharan calligraphy all over her body. She stretched her fingers in the chains, curling them into fists, and releasing them. Slowly, she relaxed, shivering occasionally when he trailed over a sensitive spot.

He snapped it up between her legs to strike her damp and swollen lips. Selena cried out, squirming in her bonds. Rha'han smiled at the sound. She sounded startled, but not pained. He landed a few more pops, just hard enough to sting a bit, but nothing too hard. Her breath quickened. He snapped the leather across each delicate nipple, watching the small globes bounce with the impact. She gasped. He did it again and capped it off with another slap of her sex. She was panting again, fidgeting restlessly. He flicked the crop low on her ass several times, watching the skin there blush pink to match the bruises forming from the paddle.

Her hushed whimpers filled the silence around them, meshing with the snaps of the leather to create a rather enticing melody. He kept a steady rhythm, striking with varying intensity, always in a different place, always returning to the heat at her core. She was panting now, muscles flexing and straining, reaching for something she couldn't quite grasp. He drew the leather gently up the length of her slit, stopping just over the bundle of nerves nestled beneath the lips.

She sucked in a breath. "Please," she said, the plea barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, laying two of his large hands on each of her hips. "Please what, miiyah?"

Her jaw tensed and ticced. She let out a long, slow breath. "If you make me say it, I promise I will murder you in your sleep."

He barked a laugh and detached her cuffs from the chains. She groaned as he eased her arms back down to her sides, massaging her upper arms to restore blood flow. Tossing the crop aside, he knelt and released her ankles. He scooped her up into his arms as he stood and carried her to the bed. He tossed her onto it. She bounced a bit, flailing as she fell. He climbed atop her, forced her thighs open with two of his hands and plunged into her heat.

She moaned as he moved within her, turning her head back and forth, still blinded by the sash. She lifted her arms, reaching out for him. He grabbed her arms below cuffs and pinned them firmly to the bed, continuing his wild thrusting. She pushed against his arms, but her efforts were weak. He could feel her hips rocking with him, the muscles of her sheath contracting around his cock. Her slightly parted lips caught his attention. He captured her mouth with his, devouring those lips, plundering her with his tongue. She responded enthusiastically, biting his lower lip sharply, sucking it into her mouth, scraping it with her teeth as he pulled free of her. He growled, kissing her more forcefully. She met him stroke for stroke, ravaging his mouth as he ravaged hers. He released one of her wrists to get better leverage. Her arm shot up and she wrapped his hair around her fist, yanking hard as she bit his lip again.

He lifted up to shove the sash off her face. Her eyes were glowing galaxies awash with feral passion. She pulled at her other hand. He released it, and it joined the other to tangle itself in his braids, pulling his head back down so she could swallow him up once again. He reached down between them and found that bead of flesh that drove women crazy. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers danced around it. He could feel her abs twitching, her thighs straining, the movement of her hips becoming more erratic as she chased the high which he was pushing her into. She came with a long, loud moan, muffled by the press of his lips. Her body convulsed around his squeezing around his length, her body brushing against every bit of him. He slipped a hand around her throat and lifted up to look her in the eyes as he moved faster, chasing his own high. She clawed at his hand, but her gaze never wavered from his, the black holes of her pupils nearly consuming the entirety of her galactic pools.

He grunted his release, milking himself with her body with slow strokes. He rolled off of her, wiping the sweat from his brow. She gulped in air, panting, sinking into the bed. She grabbed the sash and wiped beads of sweat from her own face.

She turned to look at him, eyes still dark. "That was interesting."

He jerked his head toward her, eyes narrowing. "Impudent little she-beast."

He dragged them both up to the nest of pillows at the head of the bed and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his lower set of arms firmly around her middle, preventing any escape. "Go to sleep. If you don't try to kill me in my sleep, I might let Daesha treat those bruises in the morning." 

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  1. very hot episode and the image just advertises it perfectly

  2. The picture tells the story amazingly well before even beginning to read.

  3. I love the image, it feels so full of passion


  4. That is such a creative and interesting edit on that photo. I love it. very emotional

  5. I adore this image and it works so well with your story! Both are incredibly hot and I thoroughly enjoyed them!
    Aurora x

  6. I love the filtered image! Captures the passion of the story perfectly!

  7. I’m so damn involved in this story. I love it so much.

  8. A hot story indeed and yes the picture fits SO well with the story.

  9. Damn, the descriptions of the whipping and the sex and their raw passion... just brilliant!

    Rebel xox

  10. great writing - I was really in that scene