Save it for pillow talk

The scene is fascinating. Here, in this dark dank building in a cramped room in a shady part of town, I see someone passing the time with a hobby. I can hear the sleepiness in her breathing and smell the exhaustion in her drying sweat. It’s refreshing. As I focus on her, my sight becomes less important. I hear her heart beating crisp and clear as her words blend from mumbles to breathing. She leans forward in her stool, focusing on her charcoal scratching against the paper in her hands. I feel like I am staring at her through an audiovisual magnifying lens. This moment is the most crisp and clear I’ve felt all day. No, all week.

Just when I realize I may have been staring for too long, I feel something. Like soda fizz rising to the top of a full glass I feel my fascination bubbling. I realize I can do more than just stare at this half-elf girl as she sits in her room. The fizzy sensation in the center of my mass makes me hungry. I feel the kind of hunger which Carnachius and Melanoche would surely love to hardwire into my body.

I think to myself “Why not?” I have some time to kill. If I hear someone coming I can just dash away. Sufri might think I was just a bad dream if she’s tired enough.

Feeling giddy, I stretch myself across the ceiling. I slide down the far wall and pool silently on the floor. The little half-elf is still facing towards her bed, wrapped up in her own little world. I slide up beside her. I reach out my hand, staying completely silent until I rest a liquid limb on her shoulder. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

Her reaction is delayed for a mere moment longer than I expect, though it is just as violent. She jumps out of her seat and towards the bed, nearly screaming as she tumbles over the footlocker. She doesn’t get much farther though. I pounce through the air, my body following a short arc ending on her neck. I pin her to the bed, quickly stifling her cries by covering her mouth. At this point, the confrontation is decided. I have her wrapped up tightly and gagged so she can’t make any meaningful progress towards escape. Still, she struggles around till she lays on her stomach and reaches toward the head of the bed.

Maybe she’s trying to get some more leverage to struggle, or maybe she’s just humoring the instinctive urge to pull herself away from danger. It doesn’t really matter. With her arm fully extended, I wrap myself around the limb and pull it back. Deliberate pressure lets me bend her hand and elbow back, denying her any sense of control as I forcefully move the limb. As I pull her arm back she screams into my gag like a deflating balloon. The end result is the creaking and groaning of the bed being the loudest sound as I hogtie this lady with my body.

The sizzling I felt earlier simmers down as I press my slimy mass against her body. I must be starving for contact, because simply touching her feels good. Last time this happened my partner was already somewhat exerted and sweaty. Sufri here is not sweating, so her skin has no flavor. She’s very tired to be sure, but it seems like an emotional exhaustion rather than a physical one.

Now I have her securely subdued with my body running like a rope all around her. I keep one hand pressed to her face, my gag sticking her arm to her head. Her other arm is strapped to her side by my long coils. Her legs are kept bent so that I don’t have to stretch myself too thin. She’s wearing some nice, threadbare green clothes. A shin-length skirt and long sleeves and blah-de-blah-de-boring, stuffy clothes. I pull up that skirt and I don’t even get any ass, just some fluffy under-garbage that tastes like grass. I’m glad I can just rip that up. Sufri gives another squeal. I assume she wishes to express gratitude for her newfound freedom.

Now with her naked ass exposed I drip down, seeping across her round hips. She tenses up as I knead her flesh. A little dark thought pops into my mind: I should do this more often. I should find a bunch of girls who will just tighten up at a little touch. I pay very little attention to the fantasy. The euphoric feeling of groping this girl is just too much. I press myself between her bed and her body, sliding so I’m flat against her pussy. I can feel her holding a breath, prepared to scream. I tighten my gag and slide just a little bit into her pussy. The results are surprising.

She relaxes instantly. Her whole body goes limp and it becomes surprisingly easy to bind her. I almost squeeze her too much as she relaxes. Her little pent up scream leaks out into the gag as a lusty little moan. Now, I thought I was amorphous, but she turns into a little puddle right when I get up in that pussy.

I am absolutely baffled. I know I have the mindbreak perk, but this is ridiculous. Surely this girl isn’t just absolutely blown away by a little petting. I give that little tendril in her pussy a little wriggle, and to my surprise her entire body reacts. Her breathing turns ragged but deepens and slows, as if she’s trying to breathe me in. Her heartbeat gets stronger but steadier. It’s almost as if her whole body invites me in, begging for more. Continuing my experimentation, I release her legs. I can still pin her down of course, but this way she can move around a little.

She uses the opportunity to squirm, but instead of trying to get away she just raises her legs up above herself. She seems to be trying to press her body harder down into the bed, flattening her crotch against the sheets. This is nonsensical. Compared to this, my last sexcapade was a wrestling match. If I left her alone, she might just fuck herself!

I might try just that just to see if I can get a better read on her. I slide across her body to the head of the bed. Of course, I take the chance to feel her up as I roll over her, but by the end I don’t leave a smidgen on her. I hold myself up on the wall, a curious, pulsating mass hovering centimeters from her face. It’s a face that shows nothing but lust. After a moment though she breathes in, the cozy ecstasy quickly being replaced by fear.

She takes another breath, this time to scream. I promptly cover her mouth and bind her again. It seems she isn't completely cowed.