Chapter 2-53

I looked at my apsara, torn between amusement and annoyance. Both her words, and her exaggeratedly innocent demeanor were obviously meant to taunt me into being a little rough with her, to get my blood up, and I was irritated that it was so effective. I didn’t like to think of myself as being so easily manipulated, but the rapid shifting of my blood pressure told another story.

“You need a signal. Something that tells me I’ve gone too far, before you talk like that.”

She smirked at me, biting her lip. “I can handle anything…”

“Stop,” I cut her off, my voice deadly serious. “We have the bond, but I already know that you enjoy being pushed. You will choose a signal, or I won’t push you. If you don’t use it then no harm has been done, but I won’t risk your wellbeing to an error in judgment or miscommunication.”

“Yes daddy’” Sati murmured. She shifted on her feet, squirming in place, but I could also feel her thinking. I found it telling that she didn’t immediately choose something simple like ‘no’ or ‘stop’.

“Perhaps red? Like red for blood?” She offered it as a question, but I nodded in acceptance.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, so long as you can remember it when you’re feeling overwhelmed, and are not likely to say it otherwise. Red it is for now. You can say it through the bond, if your mouth is occupied.”

“Daddy! What do you mean by that!?” Shouting out in mock outrage, Sati put one hand to her chest as though offended. I grabbed her wrist as she did so, jerking her toward me as she gasped in genuine surprise.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” I growled. “Not after taunting me. Not after trying to tell me you can handle anything I could do.”

“Please daddy, I was just playing.” The apsara was genuinely nervous now, I’d never been so aggressively physical with her before.

“Oh I know,” I replied. “That’s what you’re good at, playing, and being appealing. it was appropriate when you were a princess, but now you’re more like an ornament, or a toy.”

She tried to jerk her wrist from my grip, but that just gave me the leverage I needed to drag her body closer. I snaked my other arm around her waist, sliding off of the rock so that the full length of our bodies pressed rogether. Sati let out a helpless moan, her breath coming in short gasps, as she turned her face away from me.

I had known from our earlier conversations that something about the attendants in her father’s court appealed to the apsara. I’d phrased my words to directly evoke that image, hoping to tap into her desires, and apparently I’d succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. Even if I hadn‘t been able to feel her arousal spiking through our bond, the heat radiating off her skin would have given her away. Trembling against me, knees unsteady, she struggled to form words.

“Please, daddy. I…I don’t…”

“Hush now,” I talked over her stammering speech. “It’s ok, little flower. You don’t need to worry about talking anymore.”

Not needing to hold her wrist anymore I brought my hand up to cup her face, tracing her lips with the pad of my thumb. Whining, she licked my didget, sucking at it eagerly when I pressed it between her lips.

“Good girl.” I praised her, as her tongue toyed with the tip of my finger. She was just starting to rock her head, sucking rhythmically in time to her small motions, when I withdrew my hand. Before she had a chance to protest, I spun the two of us around so that she was trapped between me and the boulder. Her dress came off easily, and it made me smile to imagine that she might have chosen it for that specific reason.

“No wraps? Someone was hoping for this.” I slid my hands over my apsara’s bare skin, and enjoyed squeezing her ample curves. Spinning her around, I bent her over the boulder, my fingers digging into the round softness of her ass, spreading the the thick lips of her sex wide with my thumbs.

While Sati wasn’t as generous as Myta with her fluids, her cleft was still soaked. I stroked her with my thumbs, marveling at how slick and swollen she was. Her sweet floral scent drew me in, and I dropped to my knees long enough to taste her. Sweetness exploded on my tongue, lingering far longer than I expected, and I grinned as I felt the thick texture of her arousal in my mouth, almost like a thin oil.

Sati groaned, and when I dropped a little lower to tongue her pearl, her sex contracted with a mild climax. She really was the easiest parter I’d ever had to bring to her peak, though they were on the less intense side. Standing again, I swiped the tip of my cock between her lower lips, just at her entrance. Waiting, I held my position until she tried to push herself back onto me, and then buried myself within her all at once.

Sati screamed, a mixture of surprise and pleasure tearing the cry from her throat. She was so ready that I had no difficulty in entering her, no resistance, though her flesh clenched pleasurably around me.

“So easy,” I laughed. “A little too easy don’t you think, little flower?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer, driving my hips hard into her every time she tried to draw a breath to speak.

With some careful maneuvering, I coated my thumb in her fluid, smearing her natural lubrication between her cheeks, on her rosebud. I’d teased her there before, so she didn't react too much, just moaning again at the extra sensation. When I was satisfied that I’d wet her enough, I pressed the tip of my thumb into her, causing her to groan as I spread the tight ring of muscle.

Sati’s body was molded for sex. I had gained a new appreciation for exactly how deeply that impacted her, and now I was going to take full advantage. I pressed slowly,but insistently, careful not to scratch her with my nail. Bit by bit I spread her open, thrusting my thumb inside her all the way to it’s base.

Once again panting rapidly, my lover tried to relax and adjust herself to my intrusion. I didn’t give her a chance to do so, thrusting my hips faster and harder, rocking my hand in time to the motions of my body. When she came again her hips bucked into the boulder, trying to escape. Twisting and flexing my thumb inside her,I held my hips still as her aftershocks slowly subsided. When the last waves of her pleasure came, I jerked my humb out, causing her to make a guttural noise.

We’d never dismissed our domain, and so it only took a thought to clean my hand. The healer in me recoiled at the lack of soap and water, but I knew that my sorcery would serve just as well. Sati was groaning, stirring as though to rise, but I pressed my hand down on her back.

“We aren’t done yet,” I laughed, rubbing the tip of my cock up between her cheeks. Sati hiccuped as she realized my intent, before reaching back to push against my hips with her hands.

“No daddy please! I don’t know if I can, it’s too much!” Her voice was uncertain, and again I could feel her genuine nervousness. “Please let me use my mouth instead. I want to feel it in my throat.”

“But this isn’t for you,” I said firmly. “This is for me. I told you you’re my little toy now, and it’s daddy’s turn to play.” I pressed the tip of my hard shaft right up against the dark ring of her back entrance and waited to see if she’d protest further. Instead her hands gripped the cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide even as her shoulders hitched. Her thoughts raced frantically in a conflicting mess, before finally crashing in a confused jumble that just faded to nothing.

In a kind of trance she waited, accepting, her fear and desire both washed away by a tidal wave of submissive release. An abdication of choice.

I gripped my shaft about the middle for better control, slowly pressing against her rosebud, spreading it open around my head. Both she and I were incredibly slick, but even so it seemed as though I could feel every pore of her skin as I eased myself into her tight embrace. Despite her fugue, Sati was completely overwhelmed; by the intensity of the sensation, by the counterintuitive effort of accepting my intrusion, and by the aching of her flesh as I **** her to open for me.

“Good girl,” I whispered to her. “Push back, just like that. You’ll be my perfect little toy yet.”

That last comment finally pierced her fugue, and my apsara let out a sobbing laugh. That laugh shifted her body, rocked her hips, and the head of my cock popped through her ring. Her shriek was met by my groan of satisfaction as she gripped the sensitive part of my shaft just behind the head.

“It feels strange, and it hurts a little, daddy.”

“I know, but the hard part is over sweetheart. When you’re ready, start moving a little just make sure I don’t slip out. Then we’d have to start over.”

Whining at that thought, Sati still started slowly rocking her hips in a short rolling motion. Apparently, while the idea of me entering her again was frightening, she just couldnt stay still. I groaned, fighting my own urge to just thrust myself forward, and bury my length inside her. Instead, my apsara worked herself back onto me one torturous, glorious inch at a time. The process seemed to take hours, but it was probably less than ten minutes before I felt the satisfying sensation of her pelvis pressing back into mine.

Buried to the root insider her, I nuzzled my way through the curtain of Sati’s curly hair. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as I bit her shoulder, and she let out another moan. The tension and pain were gone from her voice, but her thoughts still felt distant, as though her mind was submerged deep underwater.

“I’m going to move now.” Nodding her head, my apsara let out an affirming noise. I started out gently, slowly withdrawing my shaft and then pushing back in. At a pace too measured to really be called thrusting. By the time I had pulled nearly out, and then returned, Sati was once again moaning in pleasure and desire. Her noises only built as I picked up speed, until I reached a measured, but steady pace.

Being inside her like this offered me very little stimulation, only the ring of muscle sliding up and down my length. While it was pleasurable, and the act of taking my former princess in such a selfish manner was intensely gratifying, I was approaching my own climax very slowly. I had Sati lower her hips a little, standing up as tall as I could, changing the angle of my entry until I felt my tip rubbing against something deep inside her.

Abruptly the cries of my lover became far more urgent. After only a few more thrusts she was shaking violently, and I pulled her shoulders back against me as she came violently, the most intense climax I had yet seen from her. I, however, still wasn’t finished. I continued my thrusting even as she reached down to rub her now accessible pearl, shimmying her hips to recreate that angle again.

This time I found my release, and the feeling of me swelling inside her, spurting hotly, triggered the apsara again. We collapsed to the ground, utterly spent, and I barely had the wherewithal to confirm that she was ok before I sent her to sleep with a kiss.