Let Belit pin you down

You saw no reason to fight her on this-- if she wanted to be on top, you'd let her be on top. You crossed your arms behind your head, enjoying the feeling as she maneuvered her small body back and forth on your groin. You'd never pictured a saintess acting so vulgar before, but it was definitely turning you on.

Belit didn't seem to be as into it as you were. She seemed to have snapped out of her drunkenness somewhat, as well as her good humor, and rolled her eyes. "Are you going to make me do all the work here, guy? That how they teach you to treat your saintesses in the academy, is it? Give me something to work with here," she goaded you, now sitting back down harder against your penis in a way that felt less good-hurt and more bad-hurt. "Heh... If you can keep it up after that, then you're resilient, even if you aren't too bright! That's something. Just a dumb slab of squire meet, huh?"

Belit punctuated her taunts by sliding back and forth on your aching cock a few more times, rubbing your most sensitive area with the underside of her groin. No matter how much she kept teasing, there was no way to get out from underneath her.

{if Master = True}You weren't into this kind of play at all-- you realized it was a mistake to let her have her way with you so thoroughly. Still, the smile on her face did have its own kind of appeal. Let her have small moments like this and it would be all the more fun when you pulled the rug out from under her later, you figured.{elseif Freak = True}The feeling of your own helplessness was turning you on and the continued, demeaning taunts worked even better. You could feel yourself leaking a bit, wetting the front of your britches as she kept on moving. This kind of play wasn't so bad. Not bad at all!{else}You thought she seemed more entertained than she was aroused, though there was a little bit of both, at least. She'd begun to think of you as her plaything. Still yet, she gratified you, and you felt yourself twitching with every provocation.{endif}

"Alright, alright... Before you waste all of that Geod juice shooting it in your britches, let's get you out of there." Belit bit her lip with excitement as she began to unzip your trousers with painful slowness.