Author's Notes: Well, I'm back with another chapter of Force Majeure. Sorry for the delay! We're approaching the end of this series (probably another chapter or two left in the tank)... what a crazy, kinky little romp this was. Sometimes you just have to let it happen. Anyway, without further ado...
I can say this with absolute certainty, with one hundred percent confidence. This is not how I imagined I would be spending my night.
Not at all!
Well…
Mostly not, anyway. I mean, I suppose I should have known that something like this would have… err… well…
Sigh.
Whom am I trying to kid exactly?
"T-Talon… this… is hardly necessary," I shout in the most defiant tone I can muster, which honestly sounds much less like defiance and much more like a timid sort of yelp than anything else. He looms over me like a jungle cat contemplating its kill, his shadow caressing my body and his scent filling my lungs with a heady mixture of sweat, sex and Noxian manliness. I tremble beneath him, stretched over the folds of his bed sheets, my heavy breasts quivering as I struggle to draw in breath after shaky breath. I do not use the word 'struggle' lightly here, either… every time my chest rises I feel a dull ache in my lungs, a painful twinge of thinly veiled uncertainty… or perhaps anticipation? My entire body is glowing now, slick with sweat and flushed from heat.
The heat… oh god, the heat. I feel as though this man threatens to immolate, titillate and suffocate my poor body all at the same exact time.
"Talon… please… "
His mouth covers mine in mid sentence and just like that my dissent is transformed into a jumbled mixture of mewling moans. Of course he silences me with a kiss. Of course he robs me of the privilege to speak. I groan in frustration against his lips as I try to turn them aside at first, my whimpering all but swallowed up by the forcefulness of his dominance. There is no escape; his tongue explores me freely from the inside, prodding me to give in and succumb… to submit. And of course, just as I feel myself doing exactly those things… just as all the tension in my body starts to melt away… that stupid, stupid bastard of a man breaks off the kiss, but not before using his teeth to nip at the crease of my lower lip, drawing yet another whimper from the pit of my stomach. I gaze up at him through a blurry haze, tears pooling at the corners of my dark, thick lashes.
"P-Please…"
My face is red from embarrassment and lust, mottled with warmth beyond all recognition. He simply ignores my plea though, and instead lowers himself to his forearms, bringing his lips mere inches from my own one more time. I can feel the sinews of his chest pressing on my nipples now, squashing my breasts down until I feel as though I may collapse under his weight.
"Please what?"
A shiver travels down my spine when Talon speaks. His voice is so low and his breathing so hot against my flushed skin. I feel his hands wandering along my body, palms moving to cup the outer swell of my breasts. Straining, I peer down to catch him casually tormenting my nipples with the backs of his fingers. His slender digits collapse upon my aching nubs, only to tug at them with incessant, teasing little twisting motions. He is toying with me... with my body… and he knows it. My back arches from the bed, rising to meet his touch, but I find I cannot follow for nearly as long as I would like. No, the stringy black strips of cloth cinched up about my elbows and wrists see to the denial of that all too well. He has forced my arms to stretch above my head at such a taxing angle, using his boxing hand wraps as makeshift bonds and anchoring me tightly to the wooden frame of his headboard. The pain from this bondage is dull but somehow quite exquisite. A slow, burning ache builds in my shoulders and a tingly numbness spreads out from my fingertips. I… I rather… like the pain.
"Please what, Fiora?"
"P-Please…" After a moment I echo the word, frantic this time. It escapes my lips as a sullen whisper of desperation and desire, but afterwards my mouth simply hangs open and I am unable to do to anything else but pant softly as I search for the right way to finish the sentence. I feel so confused… so breathless and dizzy. His scent clogs my pours and his face my thoughts. The truth is, I really… don't know. I have no idea what it is I want anymore.
Please stop? No.
Please untie me? Pff. Not even close.
Please come closer? Perhaps…
Please… fuck… m-
I tense as his fingers dabble against my cheek, breaking my train of thought and snapping me out of my reverie. "Open your mouth, Fiora." Much to my own surprise I comply with his command. Without a moment of hesitation my tongue begins to loll against my chin as I lay there with my lips parted, panting rather obscenely like a dog. How needy I must look to him, how indecent… like a bitch in heat. He runs his own lips along my throat, leaving a trail of burgeoning bite marks from the crease of my chin down to my collarbone. "Good girl..." The words vibrate against my skin and I feel his teeth collapse upon a nipple, biting down on my areola and suckling with a gentle swirl of his tongue. My breasts are so sensitive – so raw – it takes almost everything I have to keep from losing it right then and there. He doesn't stop there though. While his mouth alternates between teasing each nipple I can feel his other hand work its way down my navel, gliding past the smooth mound between my thighs, only to land on my glistening, naked flower below. I squirm at the boldness of this touch. I want to cry out his name but I know better than to do that right now… he told me to keep my mouth open, after all.
The suckling at my breasts grows more insistent and just as I believe I've reached my wit's end, I feel his finger trace the length of my sex from bottom to top, stopping only to flick at the base of my clit with the very tip of his fingernail. Oh god, I'm soaking wet, aren't I. I buck and moan… I want to snap my legs closed but cannot. Not only would he never allow it, my legs have been forced apart in a strict frogtie as well, knees cocked and calves bound tightly to the middle of my thighs. I am completely exposed like this, helpless and vulnerable… there is nothing I can do about it save for wriggle and writhe… and of course, allow the wetness to dribble down the backs of my inner thighs, staining the satin sheets bunched up below them.
"Fiora, you're dripping," he whispers into the side of my breast before pulling away with one last nip, a string of his saliva dancing down my puffy nipple. He cocks his head, those searing amber eyes of his forcing my own gaze to look nowhere else but directly at him. "If I didn't know any better," I feel his finger casually slip inside of me as he mocks me, teasingly so, just one pulsing joint at a time, "I'd say you were enjoying this." One finger quickly becomes two and together they proceed to piston against my pink flesh with long, deliberate strokes. "Here, hold this." Slowly he reaches up with his free hand to force something into my mouth. A moment later my parted lips taste black satin, wrinkled and meshy, fabric framed by the most delicate threading of pink and white lace.
My panties.
He is gagging me with my own panties. My body begins to writhe on its own accord as fresh tears pool in my eyes. So humiliating, so… perfect.
"Don't drop them." I feel his fingers start to twist inside me and suddenly his thumb is resting at the entrance to my other defenseless little hole, the pad of his finger prodding my tight, star-like pucker. Slowly he allows the tip to sink in and I cannot help but moan into my makeshift gag, feeling my muscles clench around his invading digit with several desperate spasms, an involuntary attempt to keep him from going any further. Apparently the aftermath of our earlier anal session not long ago left quite… an impression… in my memory.
Oh dear.
"You're so tense…" His chiseled jaw rises to meet my ear and slowly Talon begins to nibble on the crease of my lobe, whispering with a heavy breath all the while. "Just… relax."
Well… there goes my last shred of sanity.
My ears have always been… particularly sensitive to foreplay. Sometimes, I can even- what?! Do not judge me! Laissez-moi tranquille. It is a perfectly normal thing, I assure you! The ear is quite an erogenous zone for many women and… well… I-I… blame it on my youth! You see, when I was a little girl my family had a dog, a big white talbot named Bisou. In my native tongue this means 'kiss.' We named her that because dear Bisou was rather fond of knocking you down and licking your ears if the opportunity ever presented itself. I remember how pleasurable that sensation was… how it always seemed to excite me and make me feel so happy, in a way I could not fathom back then.
Of course, I was young then. I understand now though. That's for sure.
"Are you listening, Fiora?" He releases his hold on my earlobe, prompting me to moan and mewl in frustration. Just like that, his fingers also cease from lavishing attention to my insides. Oh, don't stop now you stupid, horrible man! Not when I'm so close.
Please… don't…
Talon rises from the bed and gazes down at me – at the puddle of warm and naked musculature that I have become, dripping with sweat, tears and womanly nectar. "I think I've got something that'll help you relax." He cocks his head as if to admire my predicament, leaning back before crossing those sinewy forearms across his chest. A single lock of wispy chocolate floats down from his temples to rest upon his lips, lips that gradually begin to part into a faint, if utterly devilish little smirk. "I think what you need… is a playmate."
Oh god.
I had forgotten all about her. I'd forgotten all about Lux.
He reaches down to lift her off of the floor, scooping her up about her slender navel and plopping her facedown on the bed. She squeals when he does this, a sound that – regardless of how I feel about this girl – is so damned cute I wish I had been the one to make it. He has placed her right between my legs now, her nose just inches from my dripping nether regions, and were she not completely blindfolded I would probably feel a great deal more self-conscious than I already do.
Me, embarrassed? Inconceivable, I know.
Lux's limbs, like my legs, have been tightly bound with strips of black cloth from wrists to shoulders and ankles to thighs, in such a way that she is forced to plod along on her elbows and knees, crawling in time to the soft jingling of her dainty bell collar. The welts adorning her tummy and thighs form a rather interesting pattern of red down the length of her otherwise ivory smooth skin… she earned those for barging in unannounced earlier. Well deserved I might add!
Hmph.
Her mouth hangs open and her tongue dangles against her lower lip as well; the leather wrapped ring gag perched between her teeth keeps her from doing little else but dribble and drool. I strain my neck to gaze at her as she pants, to watch her pert, milky breasts quiver and heave as several of those thin slivers trickle down her chin, only to drip onto the bed sheets in a rather unbecoming little puddle between her elbows. The headband she has been forced to wear sports a pair of feline ears the color of snow, each pointed and slender with tufts of dark fur banded at the very tips. That's not all, of course. The final touch remains to be seen. I can just barely make it out from my vantage point, and only if I tug against my bonds and crane my gaze as hard as I can. Lux has something plugging her bottom… a long, fluffy thing dangling between her legs and down the backs of her bound thighs…
What pet would be complete without a tail?
Talon gives her backside a hard swat and then guides her down by the back of her head, forcing her mouth to pinion against my smooth, glistening pubic mound as she inhales sharply all the while.
"Use your tongue, Lux."
The first touch is electric – as soon as her tongue flickers across my dripping flower I am once again reduced to a quivering pile of whimpers and moans. Velvet. Her warmth feels like velvet against my flesh. My hips buck and my abdominals clench hard; Lux groans and flicks her tongue from top to bottom, stopping to swirl the fleshy tip at the base of my clit before pressing inwards as best as her gag will allow. I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp down on the panties balled up in my mouth, gasping not once, but thrice in rapid succession. I can feel her tongue curling inside of me, pulsating in and out as she laps the nectar from my flower like a hungry little kitten.
"Both holes," Talon chides her before smacking her ass again with a casual flick of his open palm. She responds to his scolding with a grunt and suddenly I can feel her efforts redoubled, that soft velvety sensation flickering down my taint and against the rim of my pucker. With a stifled moan I shudder and glance over at Talon. This is it.
"T-Tahw-hon…" I moan almost incoherently, a sheer wall of pleasure building behind my words, spurred onwards with every little flick of Lux's tongue. My eyes begin to flutter and my panting grows shorter and heavier still. I know I am supposed to ask him for permission, but at this rate I'm not sure I can wait that long.
"Tahwon… m-meh I… cum!?"
I feel my gaze beginning to roll backwards… lust clinging to my frame like a second skin. My body shudders, my hips bucking, and even as I cry out from the sheer ecstasy – from the pleasure numbing my senses – I feel my resolve only grow deeper. I am a strange creature, I know… but in this moment, I have decided.
I shall fight. I won't lose. Not to Lux, or any other woman for that matter. Never. You see…
Talon… is my man.
