lies under me, spread wide, ready to take...
of me. Even more than I give him already. There's pain in his
eyes. Pain. And something else.
someone his age he knows entirely too much about pain. And he
The act itself is
silent. My weight pressing him into the mattress, opening him. No
hiss of pain. No grunt of pleasure. I wonder who took him before
me. And when. He knows too well when to relax what as that I can
be his first.
I can't help it. I
grind him into the silken sheeted mattress burying into his
semi-conscious flesh with all my weight that would crush anyone
the only word to be said all time as I prepare to push him again.
Deeper. All of me inside of him. It nearly cajoles him over the
edge. Senses aflare. His eyes clouded. Distant. Gone in sensual
Does she know he has a
silk fetish? That he is almost out of it the moment he touches
the expanse of it that is the sheets? Is that how she gets him
into bed? Or is that how I get him here – Spreadeagled.
Forceless. Careful not to show fangs – to subdue
As he is now. Subdued.
ripping my throat out if he weren't. A dog I could take by the
throat, him I have to take otherwise.
He whimpers, licking my
throat. Dangerous that but he's too far out of it to think of his
teeth over my cariotids.
archs under me forcing me deeper inside of him. Something nobody
else would manage with the weight of the bionics on top of him.
Then he collapses.