[Cu Chulainn is often in control of himself. Even when feral, he is an overwhelming presence that exudes charisma. It's the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he's like. And right now? She can still sense it in that way he tries, once more, to challenge her to give him all she's got.
She smirks for a moment when her lips touched over her skin. Vietnam casts him one more glance as her mouth pulls upwards, her teeth brushing over sensitive skin (so if not her nails, now her teeth?).
He tries so hard, doesn't he? Every part of his body is tense, and she could feel it under her fingers. His body wants to rebel and move, but she had told him to watch her keep still. And he obeyed. Ah, she's a little flustered inside just thinking about it. It warms her up, fuels her hunger. That sweet, sweet taste of power, as good as him on the tip of her tongue.
So she dives down with more fervour, taking him full into her mouth, warm and tight, slick and fluid. She groans, the noise vibrating him and she sucks like she feasts.]
[ His eyes lid a little more as he watches her, breath sucking in in sharp little noises as her mouth lowers over him and her lips cover him. He releases it in a shuddering sigh, refusing to let himself move or fail. He's going to do this because he wants to and because she's commanded him to. He's going to prove that he has that willpower. Not necessarily because he's bound to it, but because it's for her and for their strange relationship. Because he chooses to be this for fer.
He doesn't stir, although his cock twitches against her lips and against her tongue. ]
[He's doing really well. She wouldn't have expected anything else, considering he's one of the greatest heroes around. No one gets that kind of reputation without being good at a lot of things, and honestly, she's been around him long enough to know what kind of man he is. Determined, stubborn, and faces everything head on. But he wouldn't do this if he did not want to. So no matter how empowering this is, she's going to give it her all just for him.
After all, she knows how he feels, just from his cock alone. His body is still, his eyes on her, but that part of him will always react involuntarily. She tugs his pants down further, careful considering the way he's positioned, to make it easier for her to snake her hand in his pants and palm his balls, massing along with the pace of her keen mouth. That said, her finger starts to tease along the track between his legs, right to the entrance of his rear, back and forth as if to tell him of her intentions.]
His whole body seems to tense for a moment as he feels her hand start to wander. He hadn't been expecting... that. Not like this, not here. He makes a muted little noise, half rising on his knees as her fingers brush against sensitive skin (and he's surprised; that helps). There's a lot happening; she's teasing him with her mouth and her hands and the sensitive skin she brushes with tongue and fingers just makes everything in him coil a bit tighter as he tries to settle again. ]
Hah-
[ He breathes out; a sharp exhale as he resists the urge to try and thrust or hitch or grind. He's trying to be good, as difficult as it is. He wants to be, if only to prove that he can. And to make a point to her, too, but that's a bit secondary. ]
[She got him, that's for certain. Vietnam has always been capable of being bold, but she never knew how far she could take it. Here, with Cu trembling in her hands, one should wonder if he was open to this. But she did take it step by step. And in all cases, whenever it came to overwhelming someone with touch alone, she's always been good at it.
The way his hips shift, she doesn't just feel it in her hand, she also feels it in her mouth. Tense, hard, yet so stubbornly holding firm. She admires him for this. It's beautiful to see. Even just the way his abdominal muscles clench so.
She tightens her mouth, sucking in harder to apply even more pressure into her mouth. Taking him as deep as she could, for he is big and she's going to try her very best, with him edging deeper to the back of her throat. And that sly finger, it moves further again, this time toying with the sensitive opening, but even then, she does not push. Just slightly, before she trails her finger back again. Her other hand now has to tug his pants down a little more.
Actually, she's impressed. He's so good that she doesn't even have to hold him down. At least not yet. And now the hand shifting his clothes has done its job, it slides over the landscape of his stomach, up to his chest, and teases one of his nipples between her slender fingers.]
[ Cu has had... many, many lovers, mostly in life. He's shared his bed with all types of people and done many different things, but Viet still manages to make his toes curl and get the hair on the back of his neck standing up as she teases him with her mouth and her hands. The combination makes him shudder and his eyes lid, mouth hanging open slightly as the muscles of his belly clench and he tries to hold himself still. Tries not to let the pleasure that ripples through him become an overwhelming flood that will overload his thoughts and sweep everything else away.
A twitch and then another and then there are fingers against his chest and he twists slightly into her touch with a muted noise of frustration and pleasure. Every touch is starting to build on the one before, piling up on the cascade of sensation that's already present. Another noise and his back arches as he leans over her and draws in a long, low shuddering breath.
No.
He's going to hold himself back. Just a while longer. ]
[Meanwhile, Vietnam can count on one hand how many encounters she had prior to meeting Cu. There was really something about him that got her to act so freely. She's grown more brave in showing physical intimacy, and likewise, more adventurous in showing him a more bolder approach. She wouldn't pleasure anyone like she would him. Bound up or free.
As it is, her touch has always been her best talent, and she's going to utilise that to its most effective. Vietnam can't quite see him now, as she dives into her task of wringing out every reaction from him using pleasure alone, and she goes about it with much earnestness. It's punishment, and that means for him to succumb to this. Eventually. And then she'll break him again.
But it's really time to take up another notch to push his very limits. She slides her hand to his untouched nipple, giving it the very same attention that she gave the other. As for her other hand, she slides one tentative finger deep inside of him, but there was no thrusting. Instead, she probes as if to search, trying to find that one point near his prostate to get him going.
And all of this as she countinues to taste him. She groans, the heaviness overwhelming and she takes him deeper until she pushes her own limits. He's being impressive, and she can't be left behind, moving to take him deep into her throat, her teeth dangerously grazing along the sensitive skin.]
[ She's touching him all over, trying to drag a reaction out of him, and it's starting to work. Her fingers seem to trace little lines of electricity against his skin and he has to bite back a sharp inhale of breath as they finally tease up against his other nipple. This - isn't what he's used to. He's used to give and take, a back and forth between partners, not being force to just sit and accept whatever his done to him - but that's exactly what's happening to him now. He finally lets out a low gasp, breath rushing out of him in a long, low sigh.
And of course, her fingers are probing, sliding against - into - him, spreading him open, and dragging against the very sensitive inner walls. He makes a noise - not quite discomfort. It's simply a strange feeling. He hasn't... actually done this in a while, so reacquainting himself with the feeling is strange. He makes another noise and his teeth dig into his lower lip, worrying at it as his back starts to bow outward and he leans over her with another gasping sigh. ]
[She's patient, she can do this for a while if it's to get him to crumble. His reactions are beginning to become more obvious to her, and there's a twinkle in her eye, knowing that she's pushing further into making him spill (not like that. Probably like that).
Vietnam wasn't exactly sure if this was something he was going to like, being that while she was punishing him, she didn't want him to be suffering through something he didn't enjoy. However, it seems that it got an appropriate reaction out of him, and she could feel him squirming against her fingers. With enough traction, she slides in another, to let him the feel the fullness he often gave her.
As for her teasing of his chest, she lets her fingers walk up them now, over the firmness of his muscles, with him bowing over, his mouth is a lot closer to her. She's about to reach, touch along his lips before she tries to slide her finger into his mouth to move along the top of his tongue. As it turns out, if she had a chance, she's not leaving anything untouched.]
[ It's a strange sensation to have fingers working against him from both sides - and then she's still bent over him, still teasing him with her mouth. He feels stretched, opened up. He makes a noise against her probing fingers, tongue working against the intruding digits and rocks forward against her. He's doing his best to be restrained - it's what she wants, apparently. It's... sort of what he wants.
His weight shifts and then he pulls away, back straightening as he takes a long, slow, deep breath of air, muscles in his back and buttocks clenching as he tries to settle himself. ]
[She hums quietly when she could feel the slickness of his tongue on her fingertips. He's responsive in all the right ways, with his tightening around her own fingers, she eases her pace down. Does she want him to release yet? That's to be seen.
With him pulling back, his body once again firm and straight, she slides him out of her mouth. Slowly, her teeth grazing against him, her tongue pressing on the underside. Her fingers doesn't pull back, still massaging him from the inside, while her free hand replaces her mouth for a moment, her thumb toying with his tip.
And she licks her lips clean, almost like she relished that.]
I do everything in full. My attention is all on you. I do not...how to say, "half-ass", so you can be perfectly punished. [She kisses him on the muscles of his abdomen.] I wonder, how ready are you, if I should take it one further...?
[ Cu makes that low noise of want and need, feeling stretched and (not quite) filled, while the slick heat of her mouth wraps around him, teases him, urges him on. He strains his hips, trying to hold himself back, toes curling, panting for breath-
And then she pauses, slides her mouth free with a bit of a pop, leaving his member dark with arousal and slick and glistening with a combination of his pre and her saliva. He takes a slow, deep shuddering breath that hitches as her hand replaces her mouth and glides over him in a teasing touch. His too-sensitive tip jumps against her thumb and his whole body seems to tense as he holds himself back from the edge. ]
You've... got me here. All yours, Master. I'm not going to stop you.
[He's so close, she can tell. But Vietnam doesn't want Cu to drown just yet. There is still a little more she needs to do, to overwhelm him completely so that he would remember this. Well, or at least she could in this small space of time. His body seems ready, but she's not ready for him to topple just yet. As exciting as it was to see him so, and to see how even little bit of touch she offers has him crumble a little more.
So much that those words...well, can a girl resist? He's hers, as he said. Likewise, she is his, and not just as his master.]
Mine, no? [She kisses his stomach, and kisses up to his chest, tongue laving over one nipple. And she keeps going, after tugging with it her teeth.
But her hands are pulling away, leaving him for a moment so that she can sit more upright, resting her hands on his thighs.]
Then, will you come with me so that I can take you properly?
[She taps her fingers, the same ones that penetrated him. As it is, she's hinting that she wants to try what he usually does to her. But she'll have to bring out another piece of equipment for it.]
Will you let me see it? [She leans in, presses her lips to his, kissing him gently first, her tongue still baring a little of his taste.] I want to see you unravel.
[ Cu's sucking in a long, slow breath when her hands pull away. He's left trembling a little. On edge. Poised and taut and trying to clear his head so he can think. Not that he really needs to think right now, but he's coming up from under that wave of pleasure. He blinks to clear his eyes and glances down at her, tongue wetting his lips as they curve in a smile that exposes glinting, sharp teeth. ]
I'll go where ever you lead, Master.
[ So, he's going to be a good dog. At least for today. He leans into the kiss, returning with a low growl at the back of his throat. A noise of affirmation. ]
[Good heavens, he's really, really beautiful. He's still holding himself in a strange kind of grace, all the way succumbing to that pleasure. And then that look on his face. Fangs bared in his mouth as he grins, that wild spirit she so admires. Even as he professes his good behaviour as a "good dog".
She smiles into his kiss, and kisses him again, so sweetly with genuine affection. Her hands slide up to touch his collar, and tugs at it.]
Then I'll lead you. Come with me.
[One last kiss and she wraps her hands around his back, and smoothly she unties him, pulling the restraints free. However, with the collar still there, it might be a hint as what she might try to get him to do.
After all, she might truly adore him. But her actions may have been a little too sweet.]
Come with me, on your knees.
[She stands up, having made sure that the leash the restraints are now secure around his collar to serve as a leash.]
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She smirks for a moment when her lips touched over her skin. Vietnam casts him one more glance as her mouth pulls upwards, her teeth brushing over sensitive skin (so if not her nails, now her teeth?).
He tries so hard, doesn't he? Every part of his body is tense, and she could feel it under her fingers. His body wants to rebel and move, but she had told him to watch her keep still. And he obeyed. Ah, she's a little flustered inside just thinking about it. It warms her up, fuels her hunger. That sweet, sweet taste of power, as good as him on the tip of her tongue.
So she dives down with more fervour, taking him full into her mouth, warm and tight, slick and fluid. She groans, the noise vibrating him and she sucks like she feasts.]
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He doesn't stir, although his cock twitches against her lips and against her tongue. ]
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After all, she knows how he feels, just from his cock alone. His body is still, his eyes on her, but that part of him will always react involuntarily. She tugs his pants down further, careful considering the way he's positioned, to make it easier for her to snake her hand in his pants and palm his balls, massing along with the pace of her keen mouth. That said, her finger starts to tease along the track between his legs, right to the entrance of his rear, back and forth as if to tell him of her intentions.]
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His whole body seems to tense for a moment as he feels her hand start to wander. He hadn't been expecting... that. Not like this, not here. He makes a muted little noise, half rising on his knees as her fingers brush against sensitive skin (and he's surprised; that helps). There's a lot happening; she's teasing him with her mouth and her hands and the sensitive skin she brushes with tongue and fingers just makes everything in him coil a bit tighter as he tries to settle again. ]
Hah-
[ He breathes out; a sharp exhale as he resists the urge to try and thrust or hitch or grind. He's trying to be good, as difficult as it is. He wants to be, if only to prove that he can. And to make a point to her, too, but that's a bit secondary. ]
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The way his hips shift, she doesn't just feel it in her hand, she also feels it in her mouth. Tense, hard, yet so stubbornly holding firm. She admires him for this. It's beautiful to see. Even just the way his abdominal muscles clench so.
She tightens her mouth, sucking in harder to apply even more pressure into her mouth. Taking him as deep as she could, for he is big and she's going to try her very best, with him edging deeper to the back of her throat. And that sly finger, it moves further again, this time toying with the sensitive opening, but even then, she does not push. Just slightly, before she trails her finger back again. Her other hand now has to tug his pants down a little more.
Actually, she's impressed. He's so good that she doesn't even have to hold him down. At least not yet. And now the hand shifting his clothes has done its job, it slides over the landscape of his stomach, up to his chest, and teases one of his nipples between her slender fingers.]
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A twitch and then another and then there are fingers against his chest and he twists slightly into her touch with a muted noise of frustration and pleasure. Every touch is starting to build on the one before, piling up on the cascade of sensation that's already present. Another noise and his back arches as he leans over her and draws in a long, low shuddering breath.
No.
He's going to hold himself back. Just a while longer. ]
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As it is, her touch has always been her best talent, and she's going to utilise that to its most effective. Vietnam can't quite see him now, as she dives into her task of wringing out every reaction from him using pleasure alone, and she goes about it with much earnestness. It's punishment, and that means for him to succumb to this. Eventually. And then she'll break him again.
But it's really time to take up another notch to push his very limits. She slides her hand to his untouched nipple, giving it the very same attention that she gave the other. As for her other hand, she slides one tentative finger deep inside of him, but there was no thrusting. Instead, she probes as if to search, trying to find that one point near his prostate to get him going.
And all of this as she countinues to taste him. She groans, the heaviness overwhelming and she takes him deeper until she pushes her own limits. He's being impressive, and she can't be left behind, moving to take him deep into her throat, her teeth dangerously grazing along the sensitive skin.]
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And of course, her fingers are probing, sliding against - into - him, spreading him open, and dragging against the very sensitive inner walls. He makes a noise - not quite discomfort. It's simply a strange feeling. He hasn't... actually done this in a while, so reacquainting himself with the feeling is strange. He makes another noise and his teeth dig into his lower lip, worrying at it as his back starts to bow outward and he leans over her with another gasping sigh. ]
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Vietnam wasn't exactly sure if this was something he was going to like, being that while she was punishing him, she didn't want him to be suffering through something he didn't enjoy. However, it seems that it got an appropriate reaction out of him, and she could feel him squirming against her fingers. With enough traction, she slides in another, to let him the feel the fullness he often gave her.
As for her teasing of his chest, she lets her fingers walk up them now, over the firmness of his muscles, with him bowing over, his mouth is a lot closer to her. She's about to reach, touch along his lips before she tries to slide her finger into his mouth to move along the top of his tongue. As it turns out, if she had a chance, she's not leaving anything untouched.]
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His weight shifts and then he pulls away, back straightening as he takes a long, slow, deep breath of air, muscles in his back and buttocks clenching as he tries to settle himself. ]
You take your punishments pretty seriously.
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With him pulling back, his body once again firm and straight, she slides him out of her mouth. Slowly, her teeth grazing against him, her tongue pressing on the underside. Her fingers doesn't pull back, still massaging him from the inside, while her free hand replaces her mouth for a moment, her thumb toying with his tip.
And she licks her lips clean, almost like she relished that.]
I do everything in full. My attention is all on you. I do not...how to say, "half-ass", so you can be perfectly punished. [She kisses him on the muscles of his abdomen.] I wonder, how ready are you, if I should take it one further...?
[What is she thinking of?]
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And then she pauses, slides her mouth free with a bit of a pop, leaving his member dark with arousal and slick and glistening with a combination of his pre and her saliva. He takes a slow, deep shuddering breath that hitches as her hand replaces her mouth and glides over him in a teasing touch. His too-sensitive tip jumps against her thumb and his whole body seems to tense as he holds himself back from the edge. ]
You've... got me here. All yours, Master. I'm not going to stop you.
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So much that those words...well, can a girl resist? He's hers, as he said. Likewise, she is his, and not just as his master.]
Mine, no? [She kisses his stomach, and kisses up to his chest, tongue laving over one nipple. And she keeps going, after tugging with it her teeth.
But her hands are pulling away, leaving him for a moment so that she can sit more upright, resting her hands on his thighs.]
Then, will you come with me so that I can take you properly?
[She taps her fingers, the same ones that penetrated him. As it is, she's hinting that she wants to try what he usually does to her. But she'll have to bring out another piece of equipment for it.]
Will you let me see it? [She leans in, presses her lips to his, kissing him gently first, her tongue still baring a little of his taste.] I want to see you unravel.
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I'll go where ever you lead, Master.
[ So, he's going to be a good dog. At least for today. He leans into the kiss, returning with a low growl at the back of his throat. A noise of affirmation. ]
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She smiles into his kiss, and kisses him again, so sweetly with genuine affection. Her hands slide up to touch his collar, and tugs at it.]
Then I'll lead you. Come with me.
[One last kiss and she wraps her hands around his back, and smoothly she unties him, pulling the restraints free. However, with the collar still there, it might be a hint as what she might try to get him to do.
After all, she might truly adore him. But her actions may have been a little too sweet.]
Come with me, on your knees.
[She stands up, having made sure that the leash the restraints are now secure around his collar to serve as a leash.]