I groaned. This was maddening. I wanted more, a lot more. My body trembled and shook, and the jolt of pain rolled through me as the plaited shirt, apparently with stones in it, cracked against my ass. Fuck! She had kissed me - but even the kiss was ruined by this damn gag, this fucking rope. I had felt just the her lips against mine, but it hadn't been enough, I craved more, a lot more. I wanted to taste that sweet blood of hers again - hell, I wanted to taste her, her body. I think, of all that she had done to me so far, the gag was the worst. I chewed at the cuff for a moment, despising it.

Another hit came, this time to my other butt cheek. She seemed to be enjoying it, a sweet merry laugh coming from her voice as she spun around me. The next hit came across my thigh, where she had originally hit, then over my shoulder above it. She seemed to favour that side, lashing down a further time as I then felt a sweet kiss on my shoulder, followed by the hardest, most vicious bite yet.

My head dropped back, and behind the blindfold my head dropped back. I groaned, loudly, the sound shaking my body. Moon, yes, give me this pain and pleasure! I ached for more - for her to even touch me. And now I could feel her fangs digging into me, piercing me. It was fantastic. Not enough - but fantastic nonetheless. The muscles in my legs tensed and ached as I clenched them. Sweet moon I needed this. I hated the fact that I couldn't see her, couldn't taste her - but it was what she clearly wanted right now, so I wasn't going to balk against that. Not yet, at least.

She drank, well and deep, satisfying her hunger for who knew how long. As she did she smacked me around my thigh, but it was weaker than all the times before. Still drinking she hit once, then a last time before the whip was thrown to the ground. Then, her body coming into line with mine from behind, pressing into my back she just drank, a hungry groan in her throat. Her hands gripped me from my sides, but the nails did not sink in. Instead she seemed to simply get off on the simple joy of drinking my blood. I could feel her breasts press against my arm, and between us there was enough fiery lust to set the tent aflame.

My body was trembling as she drank. Fuck this felt good. I could feel my cock aching for attention at this point - her lips on my flesh, her fangs in me, it was so arousing that I couldn't help it as my hips rolled. Gods. I wanted this more badly than I realized. It had been too long since the last time I had sex - and even longer, I think, since I had given up control like this. It felt good, very, very good. And her drinking was - helping. In the best, worst, way possible.

She pulled away gently, and paused before her smooth tongue licked along my shoulder, picking up the bleeding around there. I could hear her panting breath at my shoulder, the excitement in it. There was a long moment of pause before she very gently kissed me at the neck. I moaned. Fuck. Fuck, I was easily as excited as she was.

“You are strong, warrior … gerlari,” she murmured to me. “You have been very good. Would you like me to remove your gag and blindfold?”

I chewed at the gag again, trying to work my jaw. “Ghg.” Fuck. I hope she understood that. I sure as hell did not. There was a pause.

“Nod if you want the blindfold removed.” I paused. The blindfold - I didn't really mind it. It was, in a way, exciting not to see what she was doing. To just feel and experience it. So I shook my head. No. Just get this damn gag out of my mouth so I can taste you, dammit.

“And the gag?” Oh, here I nodded. Firmly. Several times. Please get this damn thing out.

A light laugh. “Okay, young gerlari,” she said, with pleasure. And footsteps carried her around to my back. There was a pause but finally the rope began to loosen and eventually fall away.

I spat out the cuff and worked my jaw several times, trying to ease the pain in my lips and jaw itself. Oh, that was better, much much better. I ran my tongue across my lips, wetting them, and took a deep breath. It felt good not to have that damn cuff in my mouth any more. I turned my head in the direction of her last footstep that I had heard. “Zurea naiz.” I said it softly, repeating it low. She had seemed to like it earlier - I hope it got to her now.