“M-Master…..” She whimpered, legs shaking. She was wet with sweat and translucent fluid that dripped from her as she was pressed against the bed; bound by the pulsing grip of his tendrils. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, and burst after burst of liqud. She was worried, for a moment - that even though she wasn’t on her cycle, he could impregnate her - all play aside, Nevin was basically a god right? Or on his way to becoming one?

“Did you want more?” She asked. Nevin groaned and ground into her and she felt that he was still hard, even as he slowly drew out of her.

“Yes..” His voice was a soft, almost breathy whisper. He started sliding back into her, a slow, tender pace as he closed his eyes and clenched his hands in the sheets around her head.

Eteri didn’t mind him slowing down. It was welcomed really...her body ached and twitched and her skin prickled with the fire of the aphrodisiac. She only had a small amount...what he was going through? She knew it all too well. He’d quite literally fuck her to the point of exhaustion, or so she assumed. Eteri pushed her wrists up, trying to free herself of hsi binds. He shook his head. His crimson hair tickled her nose.

“No. You’re mine.” He whispered. Even with his gentle ministrations he was remaining quite dominant.

“Mmm…..” Eteri stopped fighting against him and opened her legs wider. “Am I?” She asked coyly, “It feels like I am….” She whispered, “but am I?”

He leaned in, pressing his body flush against hers, and kissed her deeply as his hips rolled. He shifted one hand and entwined the fingers with her delicate ones. “Yes, Eteri. You are mine. Each and every inch of you, is mine.” He pulled away and purred against her lips, before trailing nibbles along her jawline. Then he pulled his face back from her neck.

He pressed a hand to her abdomen and chuckled darkly. “You’ve fulfilled your purpose….” He growled, lifting his face up so his eyes could bore down into hers. “But I don’t think I’ve filled you enough yet...I want to see you heavy with my seed, little Eteri….” With those words he thrust deeper into her. Eteri mewled as she rolled her head back into the pillows. Even when he was being gentle….

Dammit….

Why did he have to say such words? Such rolling, smooth commanding and dominant words. Her eyes fluttered closed as she bucked her hips into his gentle swaying.

“Answer me.” He prompted. “Do you want more?”

“Y-yes…” she squeaked.

His grin twisted and he ground into her, crushing against her body. “Good girls are honest.” He said as he reached up and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling and plucking at it like it was a harp string. “You want that, don't you, little Eteri. You want to be mine, forever.” So slowly, he dragged his shaft from her tight heat, resting with just the tip inside of her. He waited.

Dammit...yes… “Yes….” she breathed. “Forevers.” She’d stay with him, even as she aged and he did not. Even as he found others more suited to his tastes, she’d stay. He was intoxicating. His scent, his blood, his magic...his gentle smile and laughter. “Will stay forever by side Master…”

Her words prompted him to slowly, painstakingly, slide back into her, as he kissed her. His hips began rolling again - and she felt a slow, soft, silken touch slide along her skin. It reached her breasts - and lifted away, showing a weave of threads, tightened down to a sharpened point. It waved in the air above her face, flicking back and forth behind Nevin’s head, then it slowly, slowly slid down, and she felt it prick her skin above her heart. “Mine.” The threads broke skin, and she felt a gentle, gentle sucking.

It was a strange feeling...having her blood slowly drawn out, it was almost relaxing. The way he said it was hers, and how the tendril drove in deeper, she could feel the heat of it pressed up against the tendon of her flesh. It was unpleasant - but almost pleasuringly so. The same way she felt when he had her wrists tightly bound or had been whipping her skin.

Eteri groaned softly as she slid further down beneath him,shifting her hips up so he had deeper access to her. “M-Master…” she breathed, “Where does it all go?” She asked, wondering where her blood went. Another long slide up into her and the question melted away from her subconsciousness, she no longer cared.

“Does it matter, pet?” he grinned, slightly, as he drove deep inside of her. She shook her head.

“If Eteri….had to live with nothing but this…” She bit her lip, a little harder than intended and pierced the soft skin of her lips. “E-eteri would be...happy…” she mumbled. <”To be Master's plaything…”> She mumbled in Akashiman.