Radan’s foreplay

Radan stands up and moves down the bed, going in between Lux’s legs. Lux instinctively tries to bring them together, but the chains won’t budge. Shivers run down her spine.

Then it begins. His tongue darting past her folds, moving up to tease her clit, making her gasp as shocks of pleasure radiate through her body. Lux’s back arches almost painfully, her arms straining against their chains – not in struggle this time, but writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy. She couldn’t close her legs now even if they weren’t bound – she has no control left. She’s vaguely ashamed by the moans that emerge from her as he goes all in with lips and tongue, seeming to know exactly what she needs, what she craves.

After what feels both a blissful eternity and far too little time, the sensation stops, leaving tingling aftershocks. Radan moves his way up the bed, teasing with tantalising kisses along Lux’s body, showing particular tenderness to the areas that still ache from the beating Avin gave her, before he reaches her breasts. Lux feels her nipples become painfully hard in anticipation before Radan begins to minister to them, licking and sucking and massaging in just the right way.

Then he’s on the move again. Kissing her neck, while his hand goes back between her thighs, teasing, leaving her just on the edge.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Ask me,” he murmurs in her ear. “Beg me.”

Lux lets out a soft moan. At the edge of madness, detached thoughts crowd her mind.

I’m probably getting pregnant already.

He already came in me, after all.

He’s making me feel so good…

He’s the one in control.

I don’t really have a choice.

What harm is it if I say yes?

Maybe if I do it he’ll just let me go…

She can hear Radan’s breathing grow louder. He can’t keep this up forever either. But as Lux feels herself slipping into an ocean of carnal bliss, she isn’t sure it’s even going to be a contest…