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Krimson
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 7, 2010
Foreword: wrote this for a friend. First attempt at 2nd person, criticism/comments welcome~
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Meanwhile, off the Summoner Rift…
“Mmmm, Mmmmph!”
Angry, muffled noises...turbulent notes disturbing the tranquility of the empty changing room. All the other champions had already changed and departed after the most recent match, some chattering happily over their victory, others moping and swearing playful revenge over their defeat.
You alone remained, not by choice, constrained and compelled as you were by the merciless ropes. Your blessedly fair skin, ever beckoning a lover’s caress, was certainly not used to the cruel treatment from such coarse material...your struggles only marring your sensitive flesh with increasingly reddening lines.
Two things were immediately apparent - whoever did this was more than a little peeved at your ever so flirtatious ways. You’ve crossed the wrong person this time, one who evidently more than dabbled in the darker, sinuous kind of pleasure, for the carefully executed ropework did not fail even to constrain your nine, unruly tails, each squirming in furious protest at the abuse.
“Mmmmph!!”
Noises loud enough to alert any passerbyer, even in spite of the scarlet ball gag forcibly parting your lips. A line of glistening saliva sullying your skin, your vulnerability evident as the gag took away not only your speech, but even your ability to swallow.
You do not yet appear to grasp the danger of the situation...or perhaps you were longing for precisely that. For a passerbyer to note your presence, to stumble upon you, a bound, blindfolded, gagged, and naked, “maiden”, to devour and ravish you in the most bestial fashion imaginable...Was that what you were hoping for, your dirty, wicked, wanton whore?
Whatever the reasoning, you appear all the more adamant in your struggles. Writhing on the ground, all but rubbing your feminine, alluring curves against the frigid tiles, your gasps and muffled cries almost erotically charged as you continued to writhe. If strong hands were to part your thighs and gaze upon your heated core, would mocking eyes find you wet? Dripping as your helplessness aroused you? Surely even you are not quite that depraved now, are you…
But perhaps fate smiled upon you this day, strange, considering how negative your balance of karma must be, for she who found you was not a brutal stranger, but your owner, your Mistress. Whether she was any less brutal...well, that was for you to determine.
You do not hear the sound of footsteps, near silent as the experienced predator stalked toward her prey. But you do hear the amused, melodious laughter.
“My...my....I wonder who I have to thank for this lovely present...?”
A click of tongue before a familiar voice spoke, one that stilled your desperate writhing, hope and relief flooding you as your savior arrived at the scene. Relief, and...arousal. What would she do, you wonder, finding you like this, nude, vulnerable, entirely at her mercy? A shiver ran down your spine as another thought pushed through the desire crowding out all your rational thoughts - had she seen? Seen the way you so whorish threw yourself at the Freljordian archer? It was but harmless teasing, nobody was ever injured by a little flirtation, right? Surely your mistress would not be moved to ire by something as innocuous as --
“Nnng!”
Your thoughts interrupted by an embarrassing, high-pitched whimper, your own startled cry as capable hands seized upon the back of your collar, reminding you ever so succinctly who you belonged to. Lifting you up by nothing but that thin band of leather, cutting off your airflow as you were lifted, then slammed ruthlessly against cool steel. You whimpered again, the power compelling you forcing your flesh to accept the imprints of locks lining the metal lockers, bruising your tender flesh even as your owner laughed at your frightened, submissive posture.
“Perhaps a certain jade-eyed assassin…?”
The familiar voice sounded again, and, if you were listening carefully, you would have no doubt been able to discern the desire barely masked by amusement. The first hint of a sexual husk creeping into your mistress’ voice. Your molten golds searched desperately behind the blindfold robbing your vision, seeking the reassurance of your owner’s form. You pictured the way she studied you, admired...no, raked her gaze down your form, ravishing you with nothing but her eyes.
You whimpered again, deft hands kneading into your pert rear. Massaging with that necessary roughness you crave, and the slight bite of nails made your naughty little hole clench. W-wait, you wanted to say, but your mistress seemed to have no desire to remove either your gag or your blindfold, much less the ropes still cutting into your form.
Whatever it was that you wanted to say was obviously unimportant, forgotten even by yourself as those devious fingers wrapped around the base of your tails. Thumbing that sensitive cluster of nerves, her fingers questing through the velvety fur in search of your rapidly heating skin. Even the tip of your tails quivered; the nine, fluffy appendages twisting, jerking almost erratically, as if they could not decide whether they want to flee from the maddening touch or beg for more. You were so sensitive there, almost too sensitive for such direct pressure, but it felt so good...the pleasure so exquisite even if it bordered on pain. You hear another small chuckle, your owner knowing that fact all too well even as she continued to torment you with this special brand of erotic pain.
“Ahh...hnnnnn…”
Your moans slipping free now, lewd sounds escaping from the confines of the gag. You sway your hips, grinding your rear back into that rough hand, wordlessly begging her for more, more pleasure, more pain, more of anything she deemed you worthy of receiving.
“Greedy slut…”
You hear her whisper, the desire and lust manifesting itself in that ever oh so appealing alto husk. Her hot breath against your ear enough to make you shiver, and your blindness did not prepare you for the sudden assault of fangs upon the sensitive tip of your ear. Nor the bite of claws as the fingers kneading into your ass sunk into skin, the Cougar marking you as hers with four bloodied streaks.
“Ahhh~”
A sound of distress? Hardly. You cried out with pleasure unbidden even as you arched forward at the abuse, forcing your already pebbled peaks harder against the cool bite of steel. Merely being marked by your owner sent a wave of euphoria through your form, and you ground back, with increased urgency, parting your thighs shoulder width apart as you presented your lewd, dripping hole to your mistress. Please, you wanted to beg, but all you managed was nothing more than a muffled moan. Fuck me.
It was as if she heard your mental plea. Her body draped over yours now, her heated flesh reassuring against your naked back, the press of her furs faintly ticklish, making you squirm enticingly. Trapped. Trapped between your superior and steel. Your instincts should have alarmed you, imbued you with adrenaline at the dangerous situation you found yourself in, a fox seized by the strong maws of a cougar...but instead, you felt nothing but raw, overwhelming lust. Lust and need. Why wouldn’t she just fuck you already.
“Hnng!”
You cry out again, half way between a moan and a whimper, as a single digit brushed against your embarrassingly wet slit. Tracing its length, slowly, but once. Not even parting your petals, not that it would have made any difference, swollen and flared as you were, so very eager for her attention. You twisted in your bindings, lewdly gyrating your hips against her finger, wanting more, needing her to fill you, to fuck you, to mark you and claim you and own you, again, and again, and again.
“So very eager…”
Another laugh, two fingers now, gliding insistently against your libidinous heat, caressing your length before settling on that engorged bud, polishing it with your overflowing honey. Her touch made your tremble, make you whimper and buck with need. The wait was near torturous as you begged for more with every jerk of hips, rubbing your peaks against the cool metal even as you implored her touch.
“Nah, ah, ah~”
The amused sounds heralding her intentions even before those slim digits left your desperate lips, leaving you to buck against nothing but air, whimpering and pleading into your gag.
"Surely you don’t think that I’ve missed all the charms you aimed at the white-maned archer?”
The usually honeyed voice mocked with a dangerous edge, the claws of the cougar digging once more into your abused rear. You welcomed even her claws, even the pain of her nails digging into your flesh pleasurable as every sensation only seemed multiplied by your stolen sight.
“Surely my slutty little fox haven’t forgotten who owns you..."
And suddenly she was inside you - three slim, capable digits sliding into your dripping hole with ease. She spread her fingers, stretching you taut, the sudden sensation of fullness making your knees buckle, but she did not allow you to fall to your knees, compelling you to remain standing by a rough tug at your silvery collar.
You gasp, gyrating yourself on her digits, desperate and wanton and pleasing to her eyes. Your hips quiver, your eyes water slightly, a familiar buildup clawing in your loins as even the sensation of her spreading you nearly enough to push you over the edge.
But she did not. Slowly, oh so slowly she slid out of you, amidst your muffled protests. The Bestial Huntress withdrawing her fingers, licking them clean leisurely, even as she laughed at your pitiful whimpers.
"Don't worry...we have hours until the next match is due to start...Let me refresh your memory, my slutty little fox."
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Meanwhile, off the Summoner Rift…
“Mmmm, Mmmmph!”
Angry, muffled noises...turbulent notes disturbing the tranquility of the empty changing room. All the other champions had already changed and departed after the most recent match, some chattering happily over their victory, others moping and swearing playful revenge over their defeat.
You alone remained, not by choice, constrained and compelled as you were by the merciless ropes. Your blessedly fair skin, ever beckoning a lover’s caress, was certainly not used to the cruel treatment from such coarse material...your struggles only marring your sensitive flesh with increasingly reddening lines.
Two things were immediately apparent - whoever did this was more than a little peeved at your ever so flirtatious ways. You’ve crossed the wrong person this time, one who evidently more than dabbled in the darker, sinuous kind of pleasure, for the carefully executed ropework did not fail even to constrain your nine, unruly tails, each squirming in furious protest at the abuse.
“Mmmmph!!”
Noises loud enough to alert any passerbyer, even in spite of the scarlet ball gag forcibly parting your lips. A line of glistening saliva sullying your skin, your vulnerability evident as the gag took away not only your speech, but even your ability to swallow.
You do not yet appear to grasp the danger of the situation...or perhaps you were longing for precisely that. For a passerbyer to note your presence, to stumble upon you, a bound, blindfolded, gagged, and naked, “maiden”, to devour and ravish you in the most bestial fashion imaginable...Was that what you were hoping for, your dirty, wicked, wanton whore?
Whatever the reasoning, you appear all the more adamant in your struggles. Writhing on the ground, all but rubbing your feminine, alluring curves against the frigid tiles, your gasps and muffled cries almost erotically charged as you continued to writhe. If strong hands were to part your thighs and gaze upon your heated core, would mocking eyes find you wet? Dripping as your helplessness aroused you? Surely even you are not quite that depraved now, are you…
But perhaps fate smiled upon you this day, strange, considering how negative your balance of karma must be, for she who found you was not a brutal stranger, but your owner, your Mistress. Whether she was any less brutal...well, that was for you to determine.
You do not hear the sound of footsteps, near silent as the experienced predator stalked toward her prey. But you do hear the amused, melodious laughter.
“My...my....I wonder who I have to thank for this lovely present...?”
A click of tongue before a familiar voice spoke, one that stilled your desperate writhing, hope and relief flooding you as your savior arrived at the scene. Relief, and...arousal. What would she do, you wonder, finding you like this, nude, vulnerable, entirely at her mercy? A shiver ran down your spine as another thought pushed through the desire crowding out all your rational thoughts - had she seen? Seen the way you so whorish threw yourself at the Freljordian archer? It was but harmless teasing, nobody was ever injured by a little flirtation, right? Surely your mistress would not be moved to ire by something as innocuous as --
“Nnng!”
Your thoughts interrupted by an embarrassing, high-pitched whimper, your own startled cry as capable hands seized upon the back of your collar, reminding you ever so succinctly who you belonged to. Lifting you up by nothing but that thin band of leather, cutting off your airflow as you were lifted, then slammed ruthlessly against cool steel. You whimpered again, the power compelling you forcing your flesh to accept the imprints of locks lining the metal lockers, bruising your tender flesh even as your owner laughed at your frightened, submissive posture.
“Perhaps a certain jade-eyed assassin…?”
The familiar voice sounded again, and, if you were listening carefully, you would have no doubt been able to discern the desire barely masked by amusement. The first hint of a sexual husk creeping into your mistress’ voice. Your molten golds searched desperately behind the blindfold robbing your vision, seeking the reassurance of your owner’s form. You pictured the way she studied you, admired...no, raked her gaze down your form, ravishing you with nothing but her eyes.
You whimpered again, deft hands kneading into your pert rear. Massaging with that necessary roughness you crave, and the slight bite of nails made your naughty little hole clench. W-wait, you wanted to say, but your mistress seemed to have no desire to remove either your gag or your blindfold, much less the ropes still cutting into your form.
Whatever it was that you wanted to say was obviously unimportant, forgotten even by yourself as those devious fingers wrapped around the base of your tails. Thumbing that sensitive cluster of nerves, her fingers questing through the velvety fur in search of your rapidly heating skin. Even the tip of your tails quivered; the nine, fluffy appendages twisting, jerking almost erratically, as if they could not decide whether they want to flee from the maddening touch or beg for more. You were so sensitive there, almost too sensitive for such direct pressure, but it felt so good...the pleasure so exquisite even if it bordered on pain. You hear another small chuckle, your owner knowing that fact all too well even as she continued to torment you with this special brand of erotic pain.
“Ahh...hnnnnn…”
Your moans slipping free now, lewd sounds escaping from the confines of the gag. You sway your hips, grinding your rear back into that rough hand, wordlessly begging her for more, more pleasure, more pain, more of anything she deemed you worthy of receiving.
“Greedy slut…”
You hear her whisper, the desire and lust manifesting itself in that ever oh so appealing alto husk. Her hot breath against your ear enough to make you shiver, and your blindness did not prepare you for the sudden assault of fangs upon the sensitive tip of your ear. Nor the bite of claws as the fingers kneading into your ass sunk into skin, the Cougar marking you as hers with four bloodied streaks.
“Ahhh~”
A sound of distress? Hardly. You cried out with pleasure unbidden even as you arched forward at the abuse, forcing your already pebbled peaks harder against the cool bite of steel. Merely being marked by your owner sent a wave of euphoria through your form, and you ground back, with increased urgency, parting your thighs shoulder width apart as you presented your lewd, dripping hole to your mistress. Please, you wanted to beg, but all you managed was nothing more than a muffled moan. Fuck me.
It was as if she heard your mental plea. Her body draped over yours now, her heated flesh reassuring against your naked back, the press of her furs faintly ticklish, making you squirm enticingly. Trapped. Trapped between your superior and steel. Your instincts should have alarmed you, imbued you with adrenaline at the dangerous situation you found yourself in, a fox seized by the strong maws of a cougar...but instead, you felt nothing but raw, overwhelming lust. Lust and need. Why wouldn’t she just fuck you already.
“Hnng!”
You cry out again, half way between a moan and a whimper, as a single digit brushed against your embarrassingly wet slit. Tracing its length, slowly, but once. Not even parting your petals, not that it would have made any difference, swollen and flared as you were, so very eager for her attention. You twisted in your bindings, lewdly gyrating your hips against her finger, wanting more, needing her to fill you, to fuck you, to mark you and claim you and own you, again, and again, and again.
“So very eager…”
Another laugh, two fingers now, gliding insistently against your libidinous heat, caressing your length before settling on that engorged bud, polishing it with your overflowing honey. Her touch made your tremble, make you whimper and buck with need. The wait was near torturous as you begged for more with every jerk of hips, rubbing your peaks against the cool metal even as you implored her touch.
“Nah, ah, ah~”
The amused sounds heralding her intentions even before those slim digits left your desperate lips, leaving you to buck against nothing but air, whimpering and pleading into your gag.
"Surely you don’t think that I’ve missed all the charms you aimed at the white-maned archer?”
The usually honeyed voice mocked with a dangerous edge, the claws of the cougar digging once more into your abused rear. You welcomed even her claws, even the pain of her nails digging into your flesh pleasurable as every sensation only seemed multiplied by your stolen sight.
“Surely my slutty little fox haven’t forgotten who owns you..."
And suddenly she was inside you - three slim, capable digits sliding into your dripping hole with ease. She spread her fingers, stretching you taut, the sudden sensation of fullness making your knees buckle, but she did not allow you to fall to your knees, compelling you to remain standing by a rough tug at your silvery collar.
You gasp, gyrating yourself on her digits, desperate and wanton and pleasing to her eyes. Your hips quiver, your eyes water slightly, a familiar buildup clawing in your loins as even the sensation of her spreading you nearly enough to push you over the edge.
But she did not. Slowly, oh so slowly she slid out of you, amidst your muffled protests. The Bestial Huntress withdrawing her fingers, licking them clean leisurely, even as she laughed at your pitiful whimpers.
"Don't worry...we have hours until the next match is due to start...Let me refresh your memory, my slutty little fox."