[His entire body jerks when Cy's fingers draw apart the slick folds of his cunt, unprepared for how sensitive it feels simply to be touched there when he's already drenched and swollen with arousal — and he is even less prepared for the attention paid to the clit, a wave of heat washing through his bloodstream like aphrodisiac. He hasn't taken on this form in a little while, so it is almost-new, relearning the places where a woman feels pleasure, that slit between his legs seeming to ache with the desire to be touched, rubbed, petted. Yet Cy does none of that, only wipes him clean perfunctorily before targeting that most tender spot — pierced nipples stinging when his chest heaves with deep, sobbing breaths, pulling the silver chain taut between them.

In the end, he can't tell why or how it happens, but he's certain an orgasm crashes through him as Cy toys with his clit and slides the needle up through the hood, muscles spasming with a shock of pleasure-pain that makes him momentarily faint. The act of being pierced by Cy's hand bound up in this scene of conquering ownership — it makes him undone, braced against the immensity of sensation and biting his own lip until it bleeds to withhold the cry he wants to make.

Shaking afterward, chain jingling in a bright glimmer on his skin, he flinches at the flick to tender nerves.]

I'm not. I'm not. [Half-senseless protest babbles out of him, bitten lip giving the false appearance of a red lipstick on his mouth.] Let me go, I'll... do anything else. I'll swear loyalty to you. I'll kill for you. Just — let me go.