[The piercings are still tender and new — his body has no capacity to heal quickly without the aid of medical ninjutsu, so when Cy pulls on the chain, lifting his breasts by their full weight, his nipples ache with a raw sensation of pain that clears the hazy remnants of pleasure from orgasm. He whimpers, a sound lost when their mouths slide together in a satisfying collision that shares the taste of blood between them. Then his head turns to the side to escape the scrape of stubble, the voice purred into his ear.
A harsh, merciless denial. Sasuke feels his own heart pounding in his chest beneath the swell of breasts, frantic, anticipating the hand that slips down between them and unable to jolt away from cruel fingers at his clit. The area is sore where the jewelry hooks under the hood, disturbed by even the slightest movement — almost unbearably sensitive when his cunt is suddenly full of Cy's knuckles from that wet inward slide. With the toy buried in his ass, it feels like there is no room to allow anything else; the sensation of being spread open in those two separate places is utterly foreign to him. Cy nudges the dildo from within that hot interior and it makes Sasuke jerk hard at the ropes leashing him down to the bed. His mouth opens, gasping, trying to find speech.]
I'll beg you. [Bargaining still — and a willingness to strip away his pride if it means delivering him from this fate. It comes out quiet, shaken.] Anything. What do you want? Anything else.
[The threat of what has been suggested is looming closer to finality, with the man heavy on top of him, those fingers pushed up into his cunt to make it clear: he's going to be fucked until he's pregnant in this body.]
Don't do this. You won't — the power of my bloodline — you won't be able to control it.
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Date: 2024-07-08 08:52 pm (UTC)A harsh, merciless denial. Sasuke feels his own heart pounding in his chest beneath the swell of breasts, frantic, anticipating the hand that slips down between them and unable to jolt away from cruel fingers at his clit. The area is sore where the jewelry hooks under the hood, disturbed by even the slightest movement — almost unbearably sensitive when his cunt is suddenly full of Cy's knuckles from that wet inward slide. With the toy buried in his ass, it feels like there is no room to allow anything else; the sensation of being spread open in those two separate places is utterly foreign to him. Cy nudges the dildo from within that hot interior and it makes Sasuke jerk hard at the ropes leashing him down to the bed. His mouth opens, gasping, trying to find speech.]
I'll beg you. [Bargaining still — and a willingness to strip away his pride if it means delivering him from this fate. It comes out quiet, shaken.] Anything. What do you want? Anything else.
[The threat of what has been suggested is looming closer to finality, with the man heavy on top of him, those fingers pushed up into his cunt to make it clear: he's going to be fucked until he's pregnant in this body.]
Don't do this. You won't — the power of my bloodline — you won't be able to control it.