Page 48 of Agor the Merciless
“I need you to tell me if it hurts,” he said.
“I will,” she promised.
Agor secured her wrists to the iron bolt above the bed, but he did so loosely. If she wanted to, she could easily free herself. He checked that she could move enough to stay comfortable, especially with her big belly.
“Is this good?”
“Yes,” she said, testing the bonds with a gentle tug.
He picked up the leather belt, running it through his fingers. He applied it with restraint, just enough to warm her skin. She gasped at the contact, her back arching slightly.
“Still good?” he asked.
“Don’t stop,” she told him.
He set the belt aside and used his mouth and hands to soothe every place the leather had touched. He paid attention to her breathing, to the small movements of her body that told him what she liked. This wasn’t about his control or his needs alone. It was about finding a rhythm that pleased them both.
“Good, little mate?” he murmured against her skin.
“More,” she whispered. “I need more of you.”
“I want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he said, his hand resting on her belly. “Tell me what feels right.”
“I feel safe with you,” she said. “I trust you. Please don’t make me wait.”
The sensations rushed through Zoe’s body, sharp and sweet. Her mind stayed clear and present. There was no trace of the curse that once drove her toward him with blind hunger. This was real. Her desire was honest and belonged to her alone. The rope around her wrists, the warmth left by the belt… these things had once frightened her. They had been tools of control when she had no choice. Now she embraced them willingly. They became something new: symbols of the trust between them. She felt powerful even while bound. Her surrender was her choice, given freely, not taken.
Agor kissed every place the belt had reddened, his mouth gentle on her heated skin. He watched her face, tracking each response, and when he was sure she was fine, he buried his face between her legs, from behind. She felt his tusks – one sharp, the other broken – against her most sensitive parts. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, building her need until she trembled and moaned, and cursed when he pushed her close to the edge only to stop at the last moment. He chuckled at her frustration and shifted on the bed, moving to a new position. The furs rustled under him as he settled before her. He looked at her and touched her cheek.
“May I?” he asked.
“Please,” she said.
He guided her with his hand at the back of her neck, supporting her head. His other hand gripped the base of his massive cock, and he pushed the dripping tip to her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, and he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he felt like she couldn’t fit more in. He pulled out, thrust back in, and he watched her close her eyes and focus on her breathing as she moved her tongue up and down, and around his cock as best as she could. It was sloppy and hot, and even though she could barely take half of his length, the sight ofher tiny mouth blowing him could send him over the edge. He held back. This was just to tease himself.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
She couldn’t talk but made a sound that made him take a quick breath. His hand tightened in her hair, then loosened again, careful not to hurt her. Her wrists pulled at the rope as she tried to reach for him.
“Enough,” he said. “I need to be inside you.”
When he pulled away, Zoe took a deep breath. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, then moved behind her. His hands supported her belly as he made sure she was comfortable.
“Good?”
“Yes,” she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “I’m ready.”
He pushed into her slowly, then stopped and waited for her body to adjust. They knew how to fit together now, but he still moved carefully until he was all the way in. No matter how many times he entered her, she was still so tight, her pussy gripping him like a vise.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Never,” she answered, her breath catching as he shifted slightly. “I need all of you. I love you, Agor.”
“And I love you,” he said against her ear, his chest pressed to her back. “Tell me if we need to stop. Your comfort matters most.”
“I will,” she promised, pushing back against him. “But right now, this is exactly what I want.”
They started slow, then moved faster together. She held on to the rope – the only thing that kept her upright aside from his firm palm cupping her belly and his other hand at her hip. She was flushed all over, panting, screaming when he plunged deep inside her and rubbed the most delicious spot that pushed hercloser and closer to a powerful orgasm. She always came with him and always craved more.
