With a flurry of dark violet hues, Vendra's Summoner robes landed in a pile at the foot of her bed, joining Thresh's shirt.
Vendra's heart pounded violently inside of her as she beheld the Warden, the top portion of his body bare for her to see. Afternoon light from the adjacent window filled the ample dormitory room, shedding itself on the firm ripples of his body. She gulped at the sight, the paleness of his skin merely highlighting the strength of his physique.
Her eyes found his again, to which he smiled. Thresh allowed a moment of peace before he would begin his work, his lust eager for satiation, his curiosity hungry for satisfaction. Sunlight glinted sinisterly on the hooks of his thick white braids, reflecting the look in his eyes.
In truth, he knew this was going to happen ever since he laid eyes on her. She wasn't particularly beautiful or attractive, but there was a certain air of something with the way she carried herself. Thresh suspected it had something to do with her eyes, piercing yet soft. His eyes meandered as she stood before him, her knees almost softly quaking. His mouth turned upward slightly, recalling how she shivered in his arms as he carried her here, imagining just how wet she was underneath that plaid skirt.
As his gaze softly brushed over the breasts beneath her white dress shirt, Thresh licked his lips. He could almost smell her anticipation. But just her scent alone was enough to bolster his own.
Yes, she was definitely the one. The perfect candidate for his experiment.
It was precisely her tart plainness that attracted him. During his wanderings, he had encountered many women, women much more beautiful. However, those encounters usually resulted in something that was rough, fast, and pleasurable only to him. In all of his years, as he dominated and took advantage of every woman who might have slaked his needs, Thresh had never experienced a woman overcome by pleasure.
He had heard of it, how the carnal sensations would rip their minds to shreds, exploding in a visceral pleasure that surpassed the violence of pain. The thought of such a soul-numbing experience fascinated him. Through his years he had broken and crushed humans through the meticulous art of torture, of pain and suffering. But to break and crush one's spirit through pleasure was something else entirely, something that he was eager to try.
The recollection of his mission ended as Thresh stepped forward, hearing Vendra's breath hitch. Looking into her eyes he frowned, suddenly aware of his hardness. A realization struck the Warden as he kissed those lips, shifting and pulling softly; how long would he last giving pleasure to this woman if he himself needed relief?
Thresh grunted as he deepened the kiss, his arm pulling her in from her lower back, frustrated at the cloth separating her skin from his. He felt her warmth, another throb of arousal pulsing through him. He caught the sweet lilac scent of her hair, concluding that yes, holding himself back from letting his age-old libido control him would be difficult.
Resisting that urge to just grab this girl by her hair, shoving her down onto the floor and spreading her limbs apart as he ravaged her until the morning light, Thresh grunted when the girl interrupted the kiss with a bite of his bottom lip.
He separated from her, the depraved wanderings of his mind seeping into his eyes for a brief moment, a moment that successfully struck a chord of caution into Vendra's heart.
They were moving too slow, Thresh suddenly decided, finally acting upon his aroused pulse. His fingers grabbed the folds of Vendra's shirt, pulling her to him. He allowed teasing moment to pass as her chest heaved against him. Then, with one deft tear, every button popped and flew in succession, followed by the harsh rip of fabric.
Left only in a bra and her skirt, Thresh devoured her lips with his before a single word of protest escaped her mouth. His hands removed any white fabric still clinging to her skin, discarding it with the rest of the remains of her dress shirt. He deepened the kiss, neck at the back of her neck again. A moan escaped Vendra's nostrils as her own hands found themselves on his back.
With shivering fingers she dared to explore. Vendra pushed up against her partner, suckling his warmth. She ran those hands up and down, feeling several interruptions of his skin's smoothness, running fingers along the rifts and canyons of his scars. She opened her eyes slightly, looking up at her kisser. His eyes were shut in grimace of concentration, yet she could tell by the dip in his brow that it was also one of pleasure. It was only then that she was aware of the hardness pressing against her navel.
Allowing Thresh to administrate the kissing, her hands smoothed down his back, lingering for a moment on his rump with an admiring squeeze. Then her hands rounded around front. Within moments she got to work, the satisfying click of an unbuckling belt and the near-silent pop of a trouser button fruits of her effort. Before the warden could stop her, she pressed her palms against his lower stomach, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his undergarments.
She kept her eyes open in their kiss, and squealed as Thresh pushed his tongue into her mouth. Attempting to respond in kind, Vendra felt her knees go weak at the utterly sinful ministrations behind her lips. Thresh's head moved in kind, leading the dance, occasionally allowing a pocket of air between their lips, little trickles of their shared saliva slipping past.
A grunt later and Vendra suddenly remembered what her hands were doing, her right palm already a little damp. She only had one encounter of this sort, and already it was at least six times as sensuous.
Thresh could hardly hold himself back, letting loose just one roll of his hips into Vendra's body, resulting in a louder groan from his throat as her fingers continued to torture him with their warm smoothness. As a means of revenge he undid her bra with his right hand, slipping it between their pressed bodies to bare her chest to his. It wasn't a surprise just how pebbly and hard her nipples were as they pushed against his chest. However, he did let out a surprised moan as Vendra's thumb rubbed over his lower head, eliciting more pre to seep from its tip.
Thresh swirled his tongue one last time before he separated, taking a step back. With her hands forced from him, Vendra resigned to fiddle with her thumbs. They shared an eye contact more passionate than their kisses, eyes matching the idiosyncrasies of their lust. He noticed just how fogged her pupils were, how she panted with lips that begged for his. If he looked closer he would have noticed the miniscule glisten of saliva trailing down her chin, the beads of sweat that had formed around her neck, the clear trickle of arousal under her skirt.
Instead, he was caught up at how golden her hair was, framed by the sunlight from the window behind her. The fullness of her breasts and the pinkness of their peaks failed to distract, however the fact that there was still that plaid skirt clinging to her waist infuriated him.
Distractions had him bound for too long. It was time to commence his experiment.
With one step and a deft swipe, Thresh discarded of her last covering, leaving Vendra completely bare. She instinctively tried to cover herself, only to have her arms held in place. Thresh unbridled his gaze, feasting upon her nudity with a ferocious hunger.
"You're beautiful," he said, the first words uttered since they stepped foot into her room.
Vendra's embarrassed gaze was suddenly caught, unbroken by the intensity of Thresh's glare. The sincerity of his voice rode along with it, and suddenly she felt her unease drift away.
"Th-Thank you," she whispered, biting her lip.
She didn't even realize her arms were free from his grasp, but when she did, it was too late. She gasped as her warmth was suddenly penetrated by Thresh's slender finger. Simultaneously she squirmed beneath his touch as his other hand grasped her right breast, kneading and toggling in just the right way.
Her hands darted for his shoulders, her breathing ramping up to quick successive pants. Thresh continued inside of her, curling and digging, stimulating her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. She pushed her against him, forcibly stopping the kneading of her chest. She opted to gyrate against his instead, the sensation of his skin sheeting over her nipples enough to stimulate more of a response from her lower lips. She felt Thresh's warm hand settle on the small of her back, easing the roll of her hips.
With her cheek pressed against his collarbone, Vendra's throat released an elongated moan as Thresh's thumb began to caress her clit. Then, a pulsation of heat ran through her as another finger eased its way within her depths. Moving on their volition, her hips ground against his, his hand hitching along for the ride.
The scent of her hair encouraged Thresh as sweat began to loose her aroma. The grip on her lower back turned into an appreciative caress as it ran up and down her spine. Smoothness of her skin only added to the arousal he held back as he pleasured her with his fingers. Within his mind, the warden hoped that he was doing it right as he curled and rubbed her wet heat. He merely followed instinct in his motions, the notion of caress to only please your partner still a completely foreign concept.
Vendra let out another moan against him, her fingers' grip on his shoulders tight enough to elicit pain. He looked down at her contorted face, eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowed, mouth agape as her lips called out his name. He figured that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
Suddenly her breasts heaved up against his chest, her heat tensing up as her breaths became shaky. Then, Vendra let out a silent groan as her pleasure peaked in searing waves. She held onto the only thing binding her to reality as her back arched, her legs threatening to fall out from beneath her. The lewd murmurs from her snatch made her blush, Thresh's fingers still easing out her heat. As quickly as it came, the climax went, and Vendra was left in the afterthroes of her little infinity.
She clung to Thresh, feeling his fingers finally exit her sodden little crevice. She almost lost her footing as her right sole slipped on the abundant stickiness that now puddle on the floor beneath her. Vendra shivered, realizing how soaked her inner thighs were, the hot discharge of her nectar something that hadn't occurred in years.
Her ears caught the sound of suckling lips, followed by individual wet pops. Trying to steady herself, Vendra looked up at Thresh's face, catching sight of him licking his pleasuring fingers clean. The sight made her heart race, and embarrassingly more aroused.
Thresh looked down at her with a smile, his right hand moving south from its stationary position on her back to firmly grab her rear, giving it a tight squeeze. She moaned through her breaths, the heat of her mouth feathering over his bare skin. Thresh himself almost moaned as he felt the hardness inside of his trousers, longing to unleash himself within her.
But in her current state, Thresh knew he still had work to do. The grin on his lips turned evil as he stepped back away from her, slowly maneuvering his hands onto her arms. The doe-eyed look of innocent bewilderment he received sent another desperate throb through him, making him squeeze her arms as they continued. Without any support, Vendra found herself slowly descending onto the floor. She tried to stand, but Thresh ensured that she stayed down. Vendra suddenly found herself kneeling, her arms held above her by the wrists. She looked up at him worriedly, blonde obscuring half of her face.
Suddenly the violent clash of metal resounded throughout the bedroom, and within the fraction of a second Vendra felt chains take the place of Thresh's hands on her wrists, effectively binding her. Panic flashed in her eyes, her head whipping upwards to see the source of the sudden restraints. Before she could see, Thresh's face swooped in, stealing a kiss. It was long, a kiss that eased her panic. But even after he separated, mouthing the words of "don't worry" before he pecked the bridge of her nose, Vendra couldn't help but feel the panic seep in again.
Vendra's bare knees dug into the hardwood floor, sweat ramping off her thighs. Her arms were still forcefully bound above her by chains that appeared from the ceiling. She gasped heavily as Thresh suddenly retracted the chain, forcefully lifting her off the ground. A shiver ran through her during the slow ascent. Whether the reaction was warranted from the ominous speculation of what the warden had in store for her, or the fact that Thresh was running his tongue along her sweaty skin as she slowly rose for him was something she did not know. Nor was it something that concerned her as she rose higher and higher.
Thresh's hands joined his tongue in their stationary caress, making sure his touch was soft, teasing, torturous. He sensed the success of his effort as she continuously shivered, despite the sweat that incessantly grazed his nose. He gained a squirm and lip-muffled moan as he reassuringly rubbed his fingers over her swollen lower lips, his fingers crushed between her shuffling thighs.
"Th-Thresh…I don't feel good about-augh"
Vendra's interrupted protests encouraged the warden as he took one of her breasts into his mouth. The fullness of the flesh pleased him, as did the pebbly peaks that he eagerly lashed with his tongue. The continuous ascent eventually took them away from his hungry lips, tempting him to pull her down again.
The girl suddenly felt her wrists take on the full brunt of her weight as she lifted off the ground completely. A whimper escaped her throat as touch decided to enter her folds again, making itself comfortable by curling a few fingers. She could barely feel the pain of being suspended off the ground as the reassurances continued.
At this point, as his lips pecked kisses and his tongue drew circles around her navel, Thresh could literally smell her arousal. Slowly, and ever slowly did her ascent take her upwards. He pushed his chin against her skin, reveling in the smoothness that crawled against it. The smoothness got more moist, until finally, the scent stopped as his chin nestled into a sticky, wet heat.
Vendra squirmed, softly kicking her feet as Thresh tortured her, softly kissing her inner thighs, smoothing his hands up and down her calves to calm her down. It worked, but as the pleasure increased, the more vulnerable she felt. She didn't enjoy it. She opened her eyes weakly, as she hung there like a carcass in a slaughterhouse.
She felt his tongue begin to lap up her juices, sending sheer electricity up and down her spine. Yet, the unsettling feeling of vulnerability as she hung there to his mercy overcame her. She called out his name, over and over, softly at first, but as his hands grabbed her ass, bringing her lower lips to kiss against his mouth, his name came out in erratic shouts.
"P-Please, let me down…Thresh, please," she began to plead, words falling upon deaf ears.
Thresh continued without relent, his tongue savoring every single lick inside of her. Her warmth covered his face, and he relished every second of it. He sucked on her clit for good measure, hearing her pleads with a smug grin. No matter how much she would resist, he knew this was driving her insane, and he was not about to stop.
At this point, Vendra turned completely desperate. She wriggled against her restraints, her pleads echoing as her vision turned cloudy with tears. She saw her shadow against the floor as the sunlight from outside outlined her helpless figure, hanging above the ground without any control.
Tears began flowing down her face as she involuntarily moaned, quivering as an orgasm tore through her system. Thresh's face was suddenly coated in her stickiness, but he kept going, using one of his hands to aid in the effort.
Vendra's tears flowed as abundantly as the arousal of her nether lips, splattering on the hardwood floor against the puddles of her nectar. She had never in her life felt this good, but at the same time, never felt so exposed.
Humiliated. That was the word that spun around in her mind. Nobody was here to witness any of this, but she couldn't help but let the vulnerability encompass and overcome any sensation she received from Thresh's ministrations. Another climax tore through her, and she screamed out, body limply quivering beneath her bloodied wrists. No matter how much pleasure coursed through her, Vendra was finished. She wanted this to end. She didn't want any of this anymore.
All of Thresh's senses were filled with her. Her skin, her scent, her taste, Thresh had let himself go. He saw how she shook helplessly above her, tortured, utterly broken. It was exactly what he wanted, to see how a human mind would crush itself under the carnal sensations of intercourse. This was exactly what he wanted, he thought as strings of her arousal slowly dripped onto his palm.
Then he felt more moisture splatter on his face. He looked up with a smug grin, only to have that grin wiped away clean. Another splatter against his cheek. Bringing his hand up, he tasted it, realizing it was a tear.
Now it was Thresh's turn for bewilderment. She was crying?
Quickly, Thresh lowered her, the chains wisping into a green mist once her feet touched the floor. Vendra nearly collapsed, falling into the warden's arms, sobs rocking her frame.
Thresh put his arms around her as her balled-up fists beat against his chest, her streams of tears trickling down his skin. He embraced her, comforting her, but she wouldn't have it. He didn't understand. He reached out with the prying tendrils of his soul, searching for a hint. The only emotion he received was humiliation. He didn't understand.
As the Chain Warden stood there, soaked in Vendra's essence and his own sweat, embracing her as she cried out against him, he found himself bemused for the first time in years. Hadn't he brought her pleasure? He could definitely feel that earlier with or without reading her soul.
And yet, here she was, a wet mess in his arms, tears streaming down her face.
The experiment couldn't have failed…could it?
And yet, here he was, trying to comfort the mess in his arms, utterly confused.
