Give birth...to godlings...the words rang in my head. This was a game… they were playing a game… a fun game where he was who he was going to be one day and she was ...she was a captive. Yes… acting...this was acting. So why was THAT the thought that stuck with her.
Her mind swam, but before she had the chance to catch up to his other words she felt two fingers slide into her. Eteri writhed and gave a small groan. It felt good… it felt so good. She spread her legs for him but caught herself. No.
Game. She wanted to please him in a new way. A way that would let him work out all that steam he just drank.
She pressed her legs together and jarred way from him. “A-ahh…” her moan was very real as she felt him curl his fingers up inside of her, pressing along the ridges of her inner wall. “W-won’t….give in…” She muttered. Is that what someone would say in this situation? Eteri hoped so.
“Won't give in, Little Eteri? I don't think you'll have a choice.” The binds on her legs and arms tightened, trapping her, and flipping her onto her hands and knees. He slowly walked around in front t of her - and she saw that a line of his threads had woven together into - into a whip. “This is going to get worse before it gets better.”
.
Her heart skipped a beat in excited anticipation, her eyes lit up. Nevin caught it and gave her a wry grin. Eteri closed her eyes and tried to focus on slipping into another persona...someone who was obstinate...someone who didn’t like their captor. Eteri could never picture not adoring Nevin. Still, she felt a rumbling purr within her and her mind cleared.
“N-nothing you do will making me bend to the- your will!” Eteri spat at him in defiance. “You no real god. Just imposter!”
The whip cracked across her back, pain radiated from the wound. It stung, but holy shit did it feel good. Eteri groaned. “Wrong, Eteri. I am your Master, your God. You will learn your place.” The whip lashed again, burning a line down the side of her back. She cried out, clearly enjoying it. She rose her eyes. Brilliant gold defiant eyes up at Nevin. “Never.” She hissed.
He slapped her face as she hissed at him. Hard enough to leave a mark, a stinging slap - but she knew that the mark wouldn't last.He was playing the game with her, and this was as much for show as her spite towards him. Parts inside her relished in this, relished seeing Nevin in such a state. A low purr escaped her lips before she squashed it.
“WHY are you doing this to me?” He leaned over her, his face achingly close to her as he purred into her ear.
“I told you already. You are the perfect mate for me. This little pointless display of defiance?” She felt the whip gently caress her back. “This just excites me further.” The low, throaty purr faded as he stepped back.
She shivered, how was she supposed to keep up with him? Why did he keep calling her a perfect mate, and how is it that sent her heart into a dizzying feat of bumps. “I’ll fight you.” She mumbled. “I’ll fight you every. Single. Moment.” she grit her teeth. “You want me? You’ll have to break me first.” She muttered. He let out a deep, rolling laugh, tinged with malice.
“You'll fight me? Dear Little Eteri. I look forward to it. I look forward to breaking your spirit, molding you into a perfect, obedient little mate, to match your form. Breaking you is something that will just make my triumph all the sweeter.”
The aphrodisiac that he had laced his food with, that she had….accidently eaten. Eteri could feel it working its way through her body. Everything tingled. Everything felt heated. “Bite me.” she spat. Hoping that he sincerely would just so she could feel his flesh against hers. Nevin was far better at this than she was.
“You haven't earned that just yet, Little Eteri. But -” And she did feel a bite. He had moved around her, and his whip lashed across the swell of her ass, over the gap between her legs - and she felt the stinging edge bite into her pussy lips for a moment, a sharp, clear burst of pain. “A-aah….” She cried out, trembling. She could feel his tendrils slide slowly, purposefully so away from her glistening folds.
He brought the whip around, and made a show of licking the juices from it. “Your body knows what you want. Give in.”
Damn...he was right, she wanted nothing more than to do just that. “You poisoned me.” She muttered, glancing away. “T-that’s nothing more than a trick of your Alchemy.” He snorted.
“Foolish Little Eteri. The potion won't work on what isn't already there. It removes those pesky inhibitions, but it won't create feelings.” He leaned over by her face, his mouth just inches away from hers. He licked his lips, and she could just barely feel the movement in the air.
“Which means you want this.” He grinned, cruelly. “You want to give in to me. Give in to your body. Become the perfect companion for Me as I take my Throne. So - stop fighting and do it.” He stood up, and his erection bounced in the air tantalizingly close. “Once you give in, I can help you with that burning in your belly.”
Almost loosing sense of the game Eteri reached out, her tongue grazed the tip of his cock and he stepped closer. Then, the tip, her tongue lapped at it before she stopped herself. Pulling away. It was one of the hardest things she had ever had to do.
He was upping his game. It was time to up hers. Eteri violently pushed her head away and using all the strength she had pulled on the threads that bound her, contorting her body so she could bite down hard on them, in doing so she chanced her tongue grazing over them. Knowing it was a weakness of his.
