“Don’t you want it?” He asks her, watching her from afar. Despite being fully clothed his eyes undresses her with ease and he doesn’t make any effort to veil it. Instead continously admire her body, nibbling on a pen with a smirk on his features before flicking his eyes from her legs back up to her face. He could see that her defenses were lowered, and like a patient predator slowly went in from the kill. For his prey had been cornered by their own desires and they haven’t noticed it, yet.
“I’m done for the night…” She protests weakly, watching him approach but not running away. Instead staying still as her eyes danced between innocence and lust. Emotions and feelings unexplored were erupting from her body and she had no clue how to control them or what they’d make her do. Unfortunately for her, her own curious nature would be her downfall. And she didn’t mind the fall as long she’d land in his arms. But she didn’t want him to know that, didnt want to give him too much power over herself. So with whatever self-restraint she had left she utilized it in her last defense. Though it was pointless.
“..Really? But the night had only just begin..” He states with a chuckle, placing a finger on her chest before tracing it along her shoulders as he walked around her. Calm and soft footsteps which echo in the quite room takes him on a tour of her figure. And did he enjoy the sights. “The fun, has only just begun.” He states, taking a seat behind her and wrapping his legs slowly around her waist. An arm going around her torso while the other slithers behind her neck. His wicked tongue undoing the restraints of her desire. She was falling, she was failing, and she was flustered.
“…” In silence she went through the emotions. As much as she enjoyed the sensation, she didn’t think she was ready. But there’d only be one way to find out if she was, and that is this attempt at being devoured. The sensations it brought out of her were like no other. The way his body danced on hers, how all of the parts came together to make what she’d often seen as a miserable, displeasurable experience into something so alluring and fascinating, truly something like no other. This was the first time she had been defeated at her own game, to be crowned a loser and in the end found herself laid out on the ropes. But she wasn’t out of it yet, not yet…
“Stop…” She states. And as an obedient person, he does. Releasing her from his grip he remains in his place. A part of her wished he didn’t, but the majority was glad he didn’t proceed disobediently. This quality about him too puzzled her. She would never show mercy, or spare the loser any sort of comfort. Once they lost, they lost, didnt matter how they felt once she’s had her fun. This made her wondered that perhaps he saw her as more than entertainment, than just a past time hobby. Likewise, she was scared to know what he truly felt thus didn’t ask.
“…Yes?” He states questionably, wanting to know what’s going on. “Do you want me to continue?” He asks after not recieving any response for a while. And then when he goes to start once again she abruptly grasps his hand. And as expected, once again stopping to hear what she says.
There, once again in control she struggles to piece together the shrouded thoughts. Her judgement was clouded and she knowed it. She needed time to think, but didn’t have any. So she made some by getting up and departing. While doing so saying:
**”I dont know..”**
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*Why hello there, I’m Astro, a curious, blunt, and amateur writer looking to practice my craft while gain some attention which will hopefully mature. Erotica isn’t my only genre of work, as my poems and pieces vary. For now, I’ll make put my works on display for others to see and get a feel of what my writing is like. Any feedback or critique is welcomed, by anyone. Until then, farewell.* **~Astro.Wrote**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i30b6w/3_the_heir_and_the_hare_reluctance