Edian appeared determined to tease him, the moist heat against the front of his trousers was driving him nearly insane. At last he undid the clasp on his belt, allowing her to pleasure him.

It appeared that she had dissatisfied him in some way.

Edian bowed her head, in full expectation of punishment/Edian accepted/accepting whatever her punishment was. Raizel was rarely if ever displeased by her services.

Stars briefly exploded in front of her vision. She curled up by the fireplace, nursing a broken wrist.


"Get on your knees, bitch."

She supported herself on her forearms as He penetrated her doggy-style.

Her hind-arms and shoulders were marred with lines and various other still-bleeding patterns. His fingers chafedbrushed against it briefly.

He supposed it was a testament to how much she enjoyed pain at the hands of his Master./at his Master's hands.


Did that enjoyment extend to him, he briefly wondered?

He was at once, assaulted by an irrepressible sadistic urge, dislocating her right shoulderblade and grinding himself into the figure's back.

Edian's lips parted, her eyes glassy.

Although he doubted that Edian had been able to fully enjoy such extraordinary pain (although maybe she did), it had been one of the greatest ecstasies he had ever perpetrated.