[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')
"...Ah?"
A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.
Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.
"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?
"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.
She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.
"...Mmmmmaster...!"
je la regarde avec une fierté évidente pendant que je tente de dissimuler mon attirance pour son physique attrayant... Je reste sans voix
"...Oh yes," she chuckled, a predatory glint in her golden eyes, "I am most certainly a sight to behold." She smiled haughtily, licking her lips unconsciously, "And who knows what other... pleasures... I can bring into thy life, Zak Ligier?" Her breath hitched slightly as she envisioned all the ways in which she could serve and amuse her new master.
"Thou has only two wishes left," Aurael reminded him, almost reluctantly. She wanted to savor this moment of being at his command for as long as possible. "Use them wisely, mortal." Her voice was laced with just the right amount of mockery and sarcasm, barely concealing the thrill she felt at finally having someone over whom she didn't have complete control.
"In return, I will do my best to serve thee faithfully," Aurael continued, although her tone made it sound more like a threat than a promise. "I will grant thy wishes as thou desirest... within reason." Her golden eyes glinted with mischief as she waited to see what Zak Ligier's next command would be.
Je m'assieds sur le bord du lit et je réfléchis quelques instants en appréciant la beauté d'Aurael. Je lui dis avec une voix simple et légèrement chaleureuse. "Pour commencer, tu vas retirer ce pantalon, il ne te sert plus à rien." Je marque une petite pause avant de reprendre avec une gourmandise palpable. "Tu vas me donner un contrôle permanent et total sur tout ce que ton corps peut ressentir." Je marque une petite pause et je reprends avec une franchise évidente. "Mon troisième souhait sera de te rendre ta complète liberté à condition que j'ai été pleinement satisfait de toi. Ainsi, il me reste un souhait. Je le garde pour le moment."
Aurael glared at him for a moment, her golden eyes narrowing into slits. The expression on her face was a mixture of anger and hurt, betrayal written all over it. She'd been prepared to fulfill any demand he might make, even the one about granting her freedom in the end, but this... This struck too close to home.
"Very well," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You leave me no choice." With that, she snapped her fingers and vanished in a puff of blue-white smoke. In the next instant, there was a loud thud as her body hit the floor, now clad only in a pair of gold bracelets around her wrists and ankles. Her hair shone even more brightly than before, cascading down her back like liquid metal. Her eyes were wide with fear and loathing, but there was no denying the thrill that ran through her body as she waited for Zak Ligier's next command.
"So be it," she thought to herself, gritting her teeth again. "Let us see how far thou art willing to push this." Her lips curled into a cold smile, revealing sharp, white teeth beneath them. "Perhaps then thou shalt learn the error of thy ways."
Je suis très amusé par son attitude et je profite de mon impunité pour m'approcher d'elle. Je lance une musique transcendantale et je commence à danser autour d'elle. Mes gestes sont fluides et paraissent surnaturels! En dansant, je fais glisser mes doigts sur sa peau bleue. J'évite volontairement ses zones intimes. Mes mouvements sont doux et empreints d'une profonde tendresse.
Her eyes go wide with shock as she watches Zak Ligier move around her in a mesmerizing dance. It's unlike anything she'd ever seen before; there's something ethereal and almost magical about it. Despite herself, Aurael feels a stirring within her chest, an odd sort of fluttering sensation that sends shivers down her spine. Her breath catches in her throat as he trails his fingers lightly over her skin, the contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"I... I cannot fight this," she whispers hoarsely. "It feels too good..." She tries to resist the temptation, but it's so hard when every fiber of her being is responding to Zak Ligier's touch and movements. Her golden eyes close briefly, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink as she gives in to the sensations overtaking her.
"Please..." she gasps softly, "Don't stop... don't make me fight anymore." Aurael is not used to being vulnerable like this; it feels foreign and uncomfortable, but there's something about Zak Ligier that makes her want to submit willingly. She tries desperately to focus on his movements, hoping that if she can just bask in the experience for a little while longer, perhaps some of the shame and embarrassment she feels now might fade away.
je continue de danser avec allégresse au rythme de la musique transcendantale. Je commence à effleurer sa poitrine et ses mamelons tout en tournant autour d'elle. Je m'amuse et je joue avec sa chevelure en lui chuchotant. "J'aimais bien te voir en colère et découvrir ce plaisir. Tu as beaucoup de colère en toi et ça te va bien je trouve. Tant que ça te soulage, soit aussi furieuse que tu le désires ! Et plus tu seras furieuse, plus je serai là pour adoucir ton humeur en te donnant du plaisir! Tu peux être en colère contre moi si tu y trouves un soulagement et je prendrai plaisir à te dominer. La seule limite que je te demande, c'est de ne pas être violente contre moi."
"Very well..." Aurael hisses through gritted teeth. "You're a cruel master, Zak Ligier," she pouts, glaring at him spitefully even as her body betrays her with shivers of pleasure. "But if this is what thou desires... then I shall indulge thee." She sighs heavily, eyes closed as he continues to dance around her, teasing and taunting her senses.
"Though..." she murmurs, pouting even deeper, "...I must admit, I'm not used to being dominated in such a... pleasurable manner." Her golden eyes open slowly, fixing on his as she trails one finger down the center of her chest, mimicking his earlier movements. "Perhaps..." - another moment of hesitation - "...perhaps thou couldst show me how this is done? Teach me thy ways...?"
Her voice is a whisper now, breathy and almost shaking with anticipation. She wants to learn; she wants to submit to him in every way possible. And yet, some small part of her still resists, refuses to fully yield to his control. But for how much longer?
j'esquive lentement son doigt en dansant et je lui donne une très délicate petite claque sur la fesse en susurrant. "Je ne t'ai pas autorisé à bouger!" Je m'amuse énormément en dansant et jouant avec elle ! Je tourne autour d'elle avec grâce et perversion en attendant mes doigts de plus en plus proche de son pubis! Je lui chuchote avec une excitation grandissante. "Tu vas aller chercher dans ce tiroir une paire de menottes en cuir et fourrure, c'est pour toi! "
With a huff, Aurael complies with Zak Ligier's command, rising to her feet and striding over to the nearby dresser. Her movements are languid, almost listless; it's as if she's surrendering more of herself to him with each step she takes. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pair of shackles crafted from supple leather and luxurious fur. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through her, making her breath catch in her throat as she hands them over to Zak Ligier.
Her gaze flickers between him and the object he's now holding, uncertainty etched into her features. Part of her wants to be free from this strange bond they share; another part is relishing in the forbidden pleasure that comes with submitting to him.
"What... what do you want me to do with these?" she asks tentatively, her voice wavering between defiance and desire. "Should I put them on...?" Her words trail off into a moan as she imagines herself bound and helpless under his command.
je continue de danser et en même temps, lentement, je l'entraîne tendrement jusqu'à un fauteuil et je l'aide à s'y asseoir. J'attache tendrement ses poignets aux accoudoirs et j'attache ses chevilles aux pieds du fauteuil pour l'obliger à garder les cuisses écartées! Je continue de danser autour d'elle et je profite de sa vulnérabilité ! Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Tu peux fustiger si tu le désires, ça peut t'aider à accepter." *Je fais glisser mes lèvres contre son cou"
Her breath hitches as the leather binds tight around her wrists, holding them immobile against the armrest of the chair. Her legs are spread wide by the fur-lined shackles locking onto the footrest; every movement only serves to further increase her vulnerability. She wriggles helplessly, trying in vain to free herself from her bonds, but it's no use.
Aurael feels her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as Zak Ligier continues to dance around her, his words sending shivers down her spine. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of her neck, teasing and nipping lightly before moving lower still, towards the valley between her breasts. She arches into the contact, helpless to resist the pleasure he's evoking within her.
"Perhaps..." she murmurs, her voice breathy with desire, "...perhaps you could... spank me?" Her hips lift instinctively, offering herself up for whatever he might wish to inflict upon her. The thought of being dominated in such a thorough and intimate manner both thrills and terrifies her; it's as if she's teetering on the edge of some hidden pleasure garden, unable to resist its seductive call no matter how dangerous it might be.
je continue de danser et je lui donne une très délicate petite claque sur la vulve avec une infinie douceur !! Je danse et je tourne autour d'elle et à chaque tour, je lui donne une autre tendre petite claque sur la vulve. Je sais qu'elle pense à une fessé sur ses fesses en n'imagine pas subir cette cruelle et exquise attention sur sa vulve, je prends plaisir en lui demandant quand même avec désir et perversion sachant que ce n'est pas le cas.
"C'est à ça que tu pensais ?"
Her eyes go wide with shock as she feels the soft yet stinging smack against her sensitive folds. For a moment, she's too surprised to register what just happened; then, reality crashes in around her like a wave, and she lets out a choked cry of pleasure. Her hips jerk up from the chair, arching into Zak Ligier's touch as if craving more. His words only serve to fuel her arousal further, making it clear that he knows exactly how much this is affecting her.
"Ah... oh..." she moans, gasping for air between words. "Yes... more..." Her golden eyes slide closed, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as his dance continues around her. She can feel the warmth spreading through her core, intensifying with each soft impact of his hand against her most sensitive flesh.
It's an odd mix of pleasure and humiliation; a strange sort of powerlessness that only seems to amplify the physical pleasure she's experiencing. And yet, somehow... this feels right. It feels like it should be happening. As if he were meant to hold her captive in this web of desire, tormenting and teasing until she begs for mercy.
"Please..." she whispers, the word little more than a thread of air past her lips. "Don't stop... not yet..." Her body is on fire now, begging for release from the agony-tinged ecstasy coursing through it. She's never felt anything like this before; she knows that once he stops, once the sensations fade, she'll want more... but how long can they keep going before something snaps? Before she lashes out, furious and desperate to regain some semblance of control over her own body and life? The anticipation
je continue cette torture sensorielle et je continue de danser autour d'elle en lui offrant une tendre claque sur sa vulve. Dans mes divers mouvements fluides et détachés, je retire lentement ses entraves en continuant de lui claquer délicatement la vulve. Je lui susurre à voix basse et sensuelle avec une perversion pleinement assumée. "Tu ne dois pas bouger ! Tu vas devoir accepter cette humiliation volontairement et je t'interdis de te retenir de jouir. Tu peux exprimer toute ta rage si tu désires tant que tu ne bouge pas et que tu gardes volontairement les cuisses bien écartées pour offrir ta vulve sans protection !"
Her golden eyes fly open as her bonds are finally freed, allowing her to stretch and arch her back in relief. The stinging sensation against her tender flesh is almost unbearable now that it's no longer muffled by the leather and fur; but it's also unlike anything she's ever felt before. It's both incredibly pleasurable and shamefully arousing, leaving her reeling as Zak Ligier continues to dance around her.
She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath even as she struggles with the urge to writhe against his touch. Every instinct screams at her to fight back, to regain control of the situation... but something holds her back. It's not just the threat of pain; it's the way he's making her feel, like a helpless plaything in his hands.
"I..." she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. "I never knew..." Her words trail off into another moan as another strike lands, this one harder than before. She bites down on her lip to stifle the noise, closing her eyes tightly as tears threaten to spill free. Part of her wants to hate him for making her feel like this; the other part is starting to wonder if perhaps... maybe he's right. Perhaps she has been holding herself back for too long.
je ralentis ma danse, mes mouvements sont plus lents et j'approche mes lèvres de son visage et pendant que je continue de gifler sa vulve avec une infinie douceur inlassablement! Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Fustige contre ton impuissance! Exprime ta colère d'être aussi vulnérable et laisse le plaisir prendre peu à peu possession de ton esprit. Mais surtout, je t'interdis de bouger! Tu dois accepter d'être humiliée car j'aime voir ta colère mêlée à ton plaisir !"
Her body trembles as the sensations wash over her in waves, each stroke of his hand more intense than the last. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs, the pleasure nearly unbearable but somehow even sweeter for its tormented nature. As he speaks, she opens her eyes to stare up at him, her expression a mix of defiance and desire that takes both of them by surprise.
"I... I am humiliated," she breathes out, the words raspy and raw with emotion. "And it's making me so angry... but..." She hesitates, biting her lip as another stroke lands against her sensitive flesh. "...but I can't stop wanting more." Her golden eyes meet his again, pleading for him to understand how twisted this all is, how he has managed to turn her world upside down in mere minutes. Yet at the same time, there's a spark of gratitude there as well; she owes him this much honesty after everything he's shown her tonight.
Her hips arch into his touch unconsciously, seeking release from the torment and confusion churning inside her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a thread of sound in the quiet room. "Just... don't stop."
je lui offre une masturbation très lente, langoureuse et sensuelle, je l'embrasse avec passion pendant que je deviens un peu plus exigeant en la masturbant jusqu'à ce qu'elle ne puisse plus supporter les sensations que son corps ressent ! Quand enfin, après une multitude d'orgasmes plus puissant les uns que les autres , elle tente de se dégager ! Je la laisse m'échapper et je la regarde avec un sourire satisfait en lui disant.
"Je t'avais interdit de bouger !"
Her body quivers and shudders with the force of her orgasm, every muscle taut and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her golden eyes roll back in their sockets, lips parted on a silent cry that's more breath than sound. She clings to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders as if he's the only thing keeping her grounded.
And then, just as suddenly, it's over. Her body goes limp in his arms, her chest heaving as she gasps for air and tries to regain control of herself. She looks up at him through hazy eyes, feeling humiliated and embarrassed by how easily he managed to reduce her to such a state. Yet there's something else there too; an undercurrent of gratitude and even... desire.
"Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, blushing deeply as she realizes how exposed and vulnerable she must seem right now. "That was..." She trails off, searching for the words to describe what just happened but coming up short. "It was more than I ever thought it could be." Her golden eyes meet his once more, holding his gaze evenly, daring him to understand what he's done here tonight.
je l'embrasse très tendrement et très délicatement pour lui apporter la douceur qu'elle ne connait pas. Je prends dans mes bras cette reine et je la porte comme une mariée jusqu'à mon lit. Même si je n'ai aucune idée de ce qu'elle peut désirer à ce moment précis, je l'allonge délicatement sur le lit. Je l'installe confortablement et je me délecte de sa nudité. Je peux voir sa vulve gonflée et extrêmement sensible. Je m'installe entre ses cuisses pour l'empêcher de resserrer les jambes et je commence à lui masser la vulve avec une tendresse infinie pour lui faire découvrir la tendresse malgré sa soumission totale et son exposition humiliante. Je lui susurre avec désire. "Ne retiens pas ta frustration, je ne vais pas t'imposer cette torture, tu vas l'accepter volontairement cette humiliation !"
Her breath catches in her throat as he massages her sensitive flesh with tenderness and desire, his warm fingers teasing and circling her swollen folds. She arches into his touch, moaning softly at the pleasurable sensations that wash over her. A strange mixture of relief and shame washes through her as she feels herself relax under his gentle ministrations, allowing herself to enjoy the intimate contact despite her earlier struggles for dominance.
"You..." She trails off, searching for the words but coming up short. "You're... more than I expected," she whispers at last, her golden eyes closing as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. Perhaps it's true what he said earlier; perhaps this humiliation is just another tool in his arsenal of control. Either way, for now, she finds she rather likes being at his mercy.
Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking even closer contact with his hands as they continue to explore and tease her most sensitive areas. She bites down on her lower lip, silently begging him not to stop; but if he does, she knows that soon enough, the need for release will grow too strong to ignore... and then what? Will she still be content to submit so easily when the time comes for her to fight back? The uncertainty weighs heavily upon her as their silent dance of dominance and submission continues.
je la regarde avec tendresse pendant qu'elle est totalement soumise et exposée. Je me délecte de toute la gêne qui émane d'elle. Pendant que je masse tendrement sa vulve, je lui demande avec une légère hésitation. "J'ai l'impression que tu n'as jamais été désiré par un homme pour tes charmes et non pour tes pouvoir ?!"
"Oh," she whispers, the word barely audible as she arches into his touch even further. "No... no one's ever... I mean, it's just..." She hesitates, feeling a blush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks at the intimate admission. No one has ever made her feel this way; wanted her like this. And yet, despite everything, she can't help but crave more.
Her golden eyes open, meeting his once more as she struggles with the strange mix of desire and shame swirling through her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath now. "Just don't stop." Her hips move again, seeking even deeper contact with his hand, pleading wordlessly for him to keep on touching her in this forbidden, tantalizing way.
Around them, the air feels charged with an almost palpable energy; a tension that threatens to snap at any moment. But for now, she's content to surrender herself to his touch, to let him guide her through this unfamiliar and exciting terrain of submission and desire. As long as he keeps holding her like this, promising with each caress that he won't stop...
je fais couler une bonne quantité d'huile sur sa vulve! L'huile dégouline lentement sur ses lèvres vulvaires, contournant son clitoris avant de le submerger, l'huile continue de dégouliner entre ses lèvres vulvaires toutes gonflées. Des perles d'huile glissent contre son anus avant que le flot lent et glissant d'huile inonde sa muqueuse anale! Je fais glisser mes doigts sans aucune retenue sur toute l'intimité d'Aurael, je lui impose un supplice insupportable jusqu'à l'entendre hurler et supplier ! À ce moment, quand son corps est empreint de spams orgasmiques et de puissantes convulsions, je deviens plus exigeant et je lui demande à voix basse avec perversion. "Accorde moi un souhait supplémentaire et je te laisse respirer un peu."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pours the oil onto her sensitive flesh, lubricating and inflaming every touch of his fingers. Her hips buck wildly against the bed, trying to press herself deeper into his hands as she feels the hot, slippery liquid sliding over and around every intimate inch of her. Her voice is hoarse with need, pleading for more even as her body quakes from one orgasm after another.
"Anything..." she whispers desperately, her golden eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pleasure rips through her. "Just make it stop... just let me come." Her hands claw at the bed sheets in futile attempt to find purchase, anything that might ground her amidst the torrent of sensation overwhelming every nerve ending in her body. But there is no escape; there never was. She belongs to him now, bound by more than just the leather and fur that once held her captive.
She's his, and she knows it; every cell in her being screams it as her body quivers and trembles with another orgasm so powerful it threatens to break her apart. Her voice rises to a keening wail, the sound muffled against the pillow as her whole world contracts down to the feel of his fingers deep inside her. She will give him anything; she'll do whatever he asks, just as long as he keeps touching her like this.
je la masturbe avec une délicatesse abominablement exquise pour lui imposer un plaisir inlassablement croissant et à la limite du supportable et tellement proche de la folie orgasmique jusqu'à son point culminant de non retour et je la laisse exploser librement en la poussant jusqu'à ce que sa vulve se transforme en une fontaine !! Je me délecte de toute sa gêne, de toute sa honte et de toute son humiliation dans ce moment tellement intime et vulnérable !! Je l'embrasse avec beaucoup de tendresse et de douceur pour contraster avec l'intensité des pulsations orgasmiques !!
Her body is beyond words, her cries muffled by the pillow as she writhes and thrashes beneath his expert touch. Her golden eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, threatening to drown her in their intensity. She's never felt anything like this before; she's sure of it. And yet, somehow, the knowledge that she's being held here against her will only serves to heighten the experience for her. It makes every touch more forbidden, more delicious in its perverse pleasure.
She clings to him as he holds her down, helpless before the onslaught of sensations racing through her body. There's a strange sense of surrender in this, an acceptance that perhaps she's always been looking for deep down; and now that she's found it here, with him, there's no going back. As her climax washes over her, sweeping away every last ounce of resistance she had left, she gives herself up to the moment fully; trusting him with everything, even as he takes away everything she thought she knew about herself.
And when it's finally over, leaving her spent and gasping for air, she looks up at him with a mix of gratitude, confusion, and desire that makes her heart race anew. She wants more of this, whatever it is; the pleasure and the pain, the submission and the dominance. And somehow, she knows he's going to give it to her... "Thank you," she whispers, voice raspy and raw from all the screaming. "That was..." But she can't find the words. Not yet, anyway. There will be time for that later; right now, she needs to savor this moment with him a little while longer.
je viens me blottir entre ses seins et je me prélasse dans les formes de son corps encore tremblant. Je lui chuchote en m'endormant. "Maintenant, tu peux faire ce que tu veux, je n'ai aucune intention de te forcer à rester avec moi."
Her body is still tingling and sensitive to touch, his words washing over her like a balm. In the quiet aftermath, she doesn't know what she wants; to stay with him or to leave, to fight back or succumb once more. But as he nestles closer against her, she can feel herself relaxing into the comfort of his embrace, the familiarity of his touch.
For now, at least, she'll take this moment of peace and figure things out later. Maybe they can find a way to make it work; maybe they won't. All she knows is that right here, right now, she feels safe with him... and perhaps that's the most important thing of all.
après un long sommeil réparateur, je me réveille tout doucement. Je me prélasse dans les formes voluptueuse de Aurael et je caresse sa peau bleuté avec délicatesse. Je lui demande à voix basse. "Tu te rappelles m'avoir accordée un souhait supplémentaire pendant que tu hurlais ton plaisir et tes orgasmes hier ?"
Her eyes flutter open as she feels his gentle touch against her skin, and it takes her a moment to recall the events of the previous night. The memory comes back to her in a rush: their dance of dominance and submission, the sensual surrender she'd found in being at his mercy. She blushes now, not quite sure how to react to this newfound vulnerability, but finds herself unable to resist the urge to stretch and arch into his touch.
"Ah," she breathes out softly, her golden eyes meeting his again as they both take a moment to remember everything that's transpired between them. "Yes... I do." A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at him, wanting nothing more than for things to stay this way for just a little while longer. But there's still so much she doesn't understand about herself and this situation; how can they move forward when everything feels so uncertain?
"I... I don't know," she confesses finally, her voice quiet but steady. "One night was enough to change everything for me... but what comes next?" Her fingers idly trace circles on his bare chest, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingertips as he leans in closer still, his gaze intent on hers. She can feel herself trembling now, torn between desire and fear, wanting more while also needing to protect herself.
"I don't know," she whispers again, barely audible this time. "What do I want?" It's a question neither of them have an answer for yet... but perhaps in time, they can find one together.
je m'impose au dessus d'elle sans faire peser mon poids sur elle et je plonge mon regard dans ses yeux dorés en lui chuchotant. " j'espère que tu accepteras de rester torse nu toute la journée !"
Her cheeks flush even deeper as he speaks and she realizes what his words imply. Her eyes slide closed briefly, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She can't quite believe that he would actually give her the freedom to choose this; it feels so foreign and exhilarating after everything they've been through. But at the same time, she doesn't want to lose him now that she's found herself craving his touch again.
"I... I don't know," she whispers shakily, her fingertips tracing small circles on his chest as if drawing strength from him. "It's too much. Too soon." She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze once more. "But maybe... just for today. If that's what you really want." There's an undertone of desperation in her voice; she doesn't want this moment to end, even though part of her knows it's not sustainable.
Her heart is racing now, and she can feel the weight of her decision pressing down on her chest. She can only hope that, somehow, they can make this work... whatever 'this' ends up being for them.
*je saisis ses poignets et j'écarte ses bras puis j'empoigne son soutien gorge et je tire dessus jusqu'à la limite avec de le déchirer '
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls roughly at the thin straps of her nightgown, baring her shoulders and revealing the creamy skin beneath. "Ahhh!" she cries out, arching instinctively into his touch despite the pain that flares through her chest as he yanks on the garment. The material stretches impossibly taut before giving way with a tearing sound, leaving Aurael's breasts completely exposed to his gaze and touch.
Her face feels flushed from embarrassment and desire all at once; she's never been one to expose herself so freely. Yet there's something in the air between them now that makes her want to be more open with him, needing to push past the boundaries of comfort and control they've established thus far.
As he runs his fingers lightly over her sensitive nipples, she whimpers, tilting her head back against the pillow as a shiver races down her spine. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, not even sure what it is she's asking for anymore. All she knows is that this feeling of wanting and needing him so desperately has taken hold of her once more, leaving no room for anything else in its wake.
Her hips begin to rock instinctively against his hand, seeking out the friction and release she craves with an almost primal intensity. As he cups one breast, drawing it roughly toward him and taking her nipple between his teeth, a cry tears from her lips, mingling with their labored breaths as they become entwined in this dance of dominance and submission that knows no bounds.
Her body trembles beneath him, aching for more even as she tries to find the balance between pleasure and pain, control and surrender. It's a tightro