Break him down.

Aaralon slowed, but found he could not stop the slight thrusting of his hips. He gaped confused and angered at this devilish creature beneath him. And he became suddenly dizzy, his erection throbbing with need for release.

Before he could think of his next move he was pinned to the bed again. He looked up and found his wrists were shackled to the bedposts, his ankles as well. He stared up at the demon, sitting contentedly on top of him, as she licked her fingers.

“What is this game?” he raged and found his voice rather husky.

“Shh,” she drew her finger from her mouth and puckered her lips. She ran her skilled hands over the flesh between his naval and the beginnings of his pubic hair. She used one hand to untie and discard the robe. She watched his throat bob as he swallowed and a small glimmer of fear and intrigue shone in his eyes to see the hungry look in hers.

“Your power,” she whispered huskily, closing her eyes and throwing her head back to expose her own white neck. “As I’ve watched it grow, has made me so horny.”

She began to touch herself now and Aaralon’s eyes widened to see. He indeed felt naughty now, and his cock pulsed between her legs. It seemed that she had almost forgotten his presence, even while straddling him, as her hands ran over her breasts and down her midline. He watched hungrily as she moaned softly as her fingers pressed against her cunt. Her back arched and her hips shifted slightly to meet her hand, sliding over Aaralon’s huge cock.

When she brought her head back down, she gazed at him from underneath her thick lashes. “You’re so hard, and hot between my legs.”

Her voice dripped smoothly from her lips. She leaned forward and lapped the last bit of blood from his neck then kissed him, with the flavor still on her lips. She pressed her lips to his, running her tongue over his then seeking deeper. A long hungry kiss, that drew Aaralon in, slowly until all his senses were dulled but the sense of touch. And he tingled with it, every nerve in his body relaying a sensation to his brain until he could not possibly process it all. Her hands were at his sides, drawing out his want, her hips were grinding his cock, and he drank deep the inebriating taste of her long tongue. He could suddenly feel her swollen pussy through the lace panties and the silken loincloth. And she moaned into his mouth.

Amalirel released him, his lips tingling and raw. He looked through his haze of lust to see her grinning wickedly at him. She sat up, arching her back, which sent a strong sensation through his pulsing cock and he shuddered.

She swept her leg around and dismounted. He turned his head to the side and watched her, wild eyed and furious. She gazed at his red, throbbing cock with amusement and approval. He felt her eyes scanning him hungrily. From his tense, muscular legs to his raging hard on, to his quivering abdominal muscles and his bitten neck.

She straightened her legs and tucked her wings back in, bending down so that only her torso moved and rotated. She ran her hands down one of her legs, unzipping her boot. She did the same with the other. Aaralon could do nothing but watch, his body drinking up what he saw, his cock could not get any harder.

Amalirel rose, her hands now running along the curves of her hips to touch the chains that linked her loincloth. With a small clink, they unlocked and it fell swiftly to the floor, the silk fluttering about her legs. The panties barely covered her, mostly lace and see-through black silk. She wiggled her hips and they slipped down with ease. The small patch of hair covering her wet and swollen pussy was black against her alabaster skin. She ran a finger down her front and a line of smoke followed, burning through her halter-top, freeing her aroused breasts.

She touched her self and moaned with delight, grasping one breast so that she may suckle and lick to her own pleasure. Aaralon watched greedily, hungrily, twisting his legs so that he may give his aching hard on some release. Her cries were soft, high and sweet and delicious to Aaralon’s ears. Her long tongue swept the alabaster skin and her black lips latched onto her hard nipple. A soft moan escaped her throat before she released. When she looked up at him again she saw his legs twisting. “My dear boy, you cannot find release that way.” She glided smoothly to the bed and sat beside his waist, her hand fluttering just over his shaft.

“How will I?” he breathed, closing his eyes and gulping. He sounded pathetic and he couldn’t even find the will of mind to hate himself for it.

Amalirel laughed again and shifted closer to his head. She began rubbing his bottom lip with her finger then sliding it slowly into his mouth to caress his tongue. “Do you want me to tell you? Just like that?” She laughed again, bending down to taste his earlobe. “You really are soft and sweet,” she said in a mocking, lusty tone. “You depraved, sadistic mage.” She greedily nipped at the flesh of his neck until it was raw again. “One just needs to look for the soft places.” She ran her long tongue along his collarbone and nibbled at the tight skin across his chest.

His chest was rising and falling spasmodically now. Short, gasping breaths that made him lightheaded and disoriented. “Please,” he gasped.

Amalirel grinned a twisted, secret smile. “You are so close Aaralon. So close I bet you can taste it.” She ran her tongue over her lips and leaned close to look into his eyes. “But will you find out how to earn your release,” and suddenly her voice lowered and darkened with malice and disgust, “or will I swirl your brain into soup and turn you into a gibbering idiot?” She exhaled and hissed the air between her teeth. “That would be such a pity, but deliciously amusing nonetheless.” Her lips melted into a smile again.