Cold Comfort: Viktor and Illu (closed for HeyYoureThatGuy)

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor hoped if he sent his wife into an orgasm induced haze, she might not ask about why he wasn't going to fuck her proper tonight. With fingers on her slit and fingers at her throat, he brought her to orgasm again and again. He'd learned every part of her body and mind that it took to make her climax, and he was using every trick he knew to keep her in a cloud of orgasmic bliss.

 

[faerun_girl]

Illu was teased, fingered, and sent to the brink of oblivion that night, her husband’s impeccable breath play wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body.

And he also seemed uninterested in bringing her out of subspace as well as submerging her there more and more. Restrained as she was, she could not simply turn around, and her husband’s skill had her gasping, thirsty, and chasing her breath.

“Master..don’t you want to fuck your wife..?” perhaps she was only imagining it, but Viktor seemed disinterested in breeding her. Was he even hard? It was so hard to think here, where her Master’s hands had taken her. Before, she knew if she held her hand up to reach for his, he would pull her out. But now, she only felt him pushing her further down into the depths of submission.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Viktor did no stop until Illu was almost unconscious, not from lack of blood to her brain, but from climaxing so many times. Then when she was incoherent, he unbound her, massages her muscles, told her how beautiful and strong she was, hoping she would fall asleep with out question.

(Sent from iPhone. Excuse typos)

 

[faerun_girl]

Recovering from multiple orgasms induced by breath play and her husband's hands should normally be impossible for any woman. But Illu was not an ordinary woman by any means, whether she preferred to be one or not.

So even if her husband was techincally successful at rendering her unconscious, Illu actually used a spell royalty employed to snap them awake in case they were forced into sleep. Usually employed for kidnapping attempts.

It really wasn't fair to Viktor, but she sensed something wrong.

"Am I unattractive to you for some reason, Master, or do you just refused to take your pleasure?" she said up at him, clear-eyed and pouting despite the sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her cheek from multiple orgasms. She winced, as her whole body has been arching and trembling for hours from his ministrations. She only realized when she forced herself out of subspace.