As the group was still gossiping about what had happened, Nate said, "Dude, you are so boned. And not in the fun way, either. Even I fought back against Trent harder than you did and I was battered bloody and hooked up to an IV."
Faustus woke up from his nap and frowned. "Liking sex is a crime now?" He couldn't help how much pleasure he derived from the experience. The shame and guilt were already eating him alive, and Nate's comment only added insult to injury. Faustus tried to play it off with a flippant remark, hoping to deflect some of the attention away from his actions. But Freya's anger was palpable, and he could feel her disappointment in him like a physical weight on his chest. He wanted to explain himself, to make her understand that he wasn't weak or complicit in Trent's crime. But the words stuck in his throat.
It had been over a few hours and the thrall had worn off, and hearing Nate's words, made Freya's eyes narrow once more as she felt that anger rise within her. "Liking sex a crime? No. What you did...YES! Most assuredly so, Faustus!" Her voice was low, but the warning of anger was there.
"What I did was a crime?" Faustus repeated, puzzled.
"Technically what I did was a crime," Trent pointed out. He knew exactly what he had done and how much pleasure Faustus had derived from it. Seeing the shame and guilt in Faustus's eyes only made Trent feel more powerful. He, too, had enjoyed every moment of their encounter, relishing in the pain and fear he inflicted upon Faustus. Trent maintained an expression of calculated innocence as he watched Faustus struggle to find his voice.
Freya smirks at Trent's words but then scowls back at Faustus. "You are being deliberately obtuse. Missing the point...as usual!"
"You're accusing me of committing a crime by being assaulted," said Faustus.
Freya breathes deeply and lets it out with a very unladylike snort. "Assaulted would imply you did NOT like or enjoy what happened and it is VERY clear, to ALL in here, that you very much DID!"
"Actually, the legal definition of assault—" Nate began, but Sebastian shook his head.
"I don't think this is the time, Nate," the other blond murmured.
"So I'm not allowed to enjoy myself?" Faustus huffed.
Freya is trying so hard for patience, but it is very clear she is losing that battle. "With them...No. Granted thrall was used so that took away part of our will, but you didn't even FIGHT to get away from what Trent did to you and I at least tried when Nate did...whatever he did before the thrall took me. So...No!"
Nate blinked. "You did?"
Freya looked over at Nate. "No offence Nate, but I know you don't like me and I don't necessarily like 'doing it' with those who hate me."
Nate couldn't recall Freya making any outward signs of struggling, but he knew that she had been under the influence of the thrall. He wondered if she truly didn't remember fighting back or if it was just a defense mechanism to distance herself from what had happened. But he couldn't deny the pleasure either of them had felt in the moment.
Faustus exclaimed, "He fucking stabbed me, Freya! Caught me by surprise, didn't he?" Faustus's voice rose as he spoke, his frustration and disbelief palpable. He couldn't believe what was happening - that he was being accused of a crime for something that had been done to him without his consent. His mind raced with confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation. How could she not see that he had been hurt? That he had been taken advantage of? The anger and pain were building inside him, threatening to spill over at any moment. He felt like a trapped animal, backed into a corner and facing off against his accuser. But despite everything, Faustus refused to back down.
Freya was smirking at Nate, but it fled when she turned back to Faustus and her face went still as stone. "Then you try to get away...NOT BEG FOR MORE!"
"I didn't beg him to stab me again," Faustus countered calmly. "He stabbed me, I fell, he... Well, it was all very shocking. It happened so fast."
"No, you just begged them to lick the blood straight out of the wound and tongue-fucked it and fuck you harder while you called Bash's name and licked your own pre off Trent's FINGERS!" Freya screamed.
Faustus replied, "And you had the best orgasm of your life with a sex toy given to you by Nathaniel, while you were watching him be tied up and whipped by George. Do you see me getting huffy about it?" Faustus spoke calmly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his voice. He felt insulted by her words. He knew that he hadn't asked for any of it, and he didn't deserve to be judged for something that was done to him without his consent. Despite the anger and frustration that he was feeling, Faustus kept his composure and didn't let his emotions get the best of him. He knew that he needed to defend himself, but he also wanted to make sure that he wasn't stooping down to Freya's level. As he spoke, Faustus made sure to keep his tone even and controlled, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him lose his cool.
"At least I FOUGHT IT before the thrall took me...You didn't even do THAT!" Freya's eyes flared as the fire within her flared up inside her. "My eyes darted between you and the boys too, as I tried to pull myself out of it! Don't you turn this back on me!"
"You wanted me to fight against being suddenly stabbed and raped?" Faustus asked. There was a hint of incredulity in his tone as he spoke. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head slightly, as if trying to make sense of the situation. Despite the absurdity of it all, however, Faustus remained composed and level-headed, refusing to let Freya's accusations get to him.
"YES!" Freya shrilled. "But Noooooo...you just laid there and took it and asked for more the second Lucifer joined! Hells forbid you try and get away from HIM! You've had it bad for him since the first time you saw his devil form..." Fire sparked between her fingers, a clear sign that she was getting very pissed.
"Well, what's the point of fighting something that was inevitable?" Faustus wanted to know.
Freya went very, very still at that. "What?" She didn't yell, but her words were tinged with rage as her eyes started to glow with her inner fire. Freya's body tensed up as she heard Faustus' words. Her eyes widened and her jaw clenched, revealing her disbelief and anger towards him. She seemed to be struggling to contain her fury, as her fingers twitched and the air around her crackled with energy. Despite the danger of the situation, however, Freya remained focused on Faustus, determined to make him understand the gravity of his actions. Her voice was low and menacing as she spoke, hinting at the violence that lay just beneath the surface of her rage. Overall, it was clear that Freya was not someone to be trifled with, and that Faustus had crossed a line that he could not easily come back from.
Faustus explained, "Whether I had tried to get away, those two had me completely outmatched. Trent is physically stronger, and Lucifer is both physically and supernaturally stronger than me. Uttering a few feeble words of protest would have done nothing productive."
"IT WOULD HAVE YOU...MORON!" Freya's fists balled as fire shot out of her hands. "It would have meant something...if you had did so at least that. That you didn't really want it instead of moaning like a wanton whore and begging for more and asking again and again! That you laid there and took it, enjoyed it, means something else. And you are on purposely missing the point! Satan help me, why do you have to be so...BLIND!"
Faustus decided to ignore that his wife had just called him a whore, and persisted with his initial argument. "It wouldn't have accomplished anything, wouldn't have stopped what was happening. It would have changed nothing, regardless of what was meant or not. Besides, you were very clearly enjoying yourself with Nathaniel, just as you enjoyed looking at the pictures of Trent and Sebastian the other night. Should I become angry with you for that? What would it accomplish?"
Freya tried, she really, really did, to hold back the flame but with his words, Faustus unleashed the 'hellfire' within her as it burst forth in waves, scorching everything around her in undulating waves, except...strangely, Faustus was untouched. Least he was, till she moved almost as fast as Xander, and grabbed him by his throat. She controlled her fire so that it wouldn't burn him anywhere else but where she touched him, and not even that badly. Just enough to sizzle...for now. "Let's see what happens NOW then, shall we?" Her voice had dropped an octave in her rage as she had backed Faustus into a wall and held him against it, pressing herself against him. Fire still flaring from her like magical waves. "You like power...you like being hurt...then by all means, I shall oblige you, my Beloved!" She ripped open his shirt and exposing his chest, saw the mark she had branded on him and for one fraction of a second, she wanted to smite it off of him!
Faustus replied, cool as a cucumber, "So, you're angry with me for relaxing and going along with what was happening? You know, many consider relaxing and giving into a sexual assault to be a defensive mechanism."
"You use any excuse to excuse yourself so easily...it is NOT assault if you ENJOY IT FAUSTUS!" Freya screeched.
"As Nathaniel was about to point out, it's assault if you're suddenly attacked without consent. I certainly did not consent to being stabbed, nor violated by Trent," Faustus said.
Freya released him and shook her head at him as if she was very disappointed at him, the fire receding. That he had no reaction at all, like he used to, told her a lot. "Say what you need to to make yourself feel better about what happened. Everyone saw and heard how you responded. You don't beg for more if you don't want it or like it. Keep lying to yourself, Faustus...but you won't lie to me...you promised me that much at least." She took a few steps back from him, and the hurt and the confusion and anger was clearly visible.
"Well, once again, I did not beg to be stabbed or for Tre... Actually, I... I don't remember if I did or not." Faustus frowned as he tried to remember.
"The fact that there's any doubt whatsoever is a problem," Sebastian pointed out, but inwardly, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at how they were arguing over whether or not Faustus had enjoyed being violated. He longed to interrupt them. 'The issue at hand is not whether or not Faustus enjoyed what happened to him. The issue is whether or not he gave his consent. And from what I understand, he did not,' he thought. 'We cannot excuse assault simply because the victim may have experienced pleasure during the act. That's not how consent works.'
Of course, that would have all been a bit rich coming from him, of all people, so he chose not to say it.
Freya shakes her head. "You know what sucks the most about all this? Is it took me being enthralled so I wouldn't react to get what you so desperately wanted...well...congratulations. You finally got Trent and Lucifer both. I hope it makes you happy."
Faustus looked at her quizzically. "What an odd thing to say. I did not 'get' Lucifer. He only played with the stab wound Trent gave me, he didn't..." He trailed off.
Freya reacts and actually slaps his cheek. not hard, but hard enough. something she would never dare do before. "You don't deserve my mark upon your chest...if that's all you have to say to my words. You STILL want Luci after all that! Thank you, Dear...for proving my point."
"I never said that," Faustus objected. "You're twisting everything I say or don't say to fit this narrative in your—your woman-brain."
"Faustus was writhing and Lucifer held his arms down," Sebastian's friend Helena, who had been mostly quiet till then, observed. "It looked to me like he was struggling and in pain." It was clear to her that Faustus had not given his consent.
But Freya ignored her. "You aren't getting it! I want you to love ONLY me, desire only me and have no one else touch you! That you still carry a torch for Luci, enrages me."
Faustus sighed. "Freya, I do love you. That's why I married you! And that's fine, you're allowed to feel however you wish. It's not as though we can entirely control our feelings, is it?"
"Yes!" she said, exasperated. "You can entirely control your feelings!"
"Oh yes? Then calm down and stop being so hysterical," Faustus replied coolly.
"Fuck you!" Freya snapped.
"Finally!" breathed Faustus. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Freya's eyes clouded in confusion and slight rage still. "After what you just did...I wouldn't touch you with a 10-foot pole!"
"I don't recall asking you to peg me, dearest," Faustus replied; he was beginning to enjoy the turn this argument had taken.
Freya stared at him, shocked. "As if you could take that much, you masochistic...!" she spluttered.
"No one can take ten feet," said Faustus.
Freya moves to close the space between them and all but growls at him softly. "You are doing this now on purpose and you are starting to piss me off again..."
Faustus looked at her. "I'm doing this on purpose? Why don't you... prove it?"
Freya stared into Faustus's eyes and hers flashed slightly as she glared at him. For a split second, the atmosphere around them both was heavy with tension, both anger and sexual, and in the end, it was the sexual side, that won out. She moved, pushing him back up against the wall as her lips crashed to his, one hand going around the back of his neck to hold him to her. The other, she allowed her fire to flare between her fingers and while the flame danced along her hand, pressed her palm to his chest, in a gentle but demanding touch. The smell of burnt skin filled the air, as she moved her hand to just her fingertips touching just over his chest, as if she would burn his heart out with but her touch.
Faustus moaned low in his throat as he pulled her flush against him, kissing her passionately, all annoyance at their earlier fight forgotten.
"Shall we take this to a more private setting?" he all but growled in her ear.
"Don't leave on our account," Nate quipped.
Freya responded to Faustus's response to her kiss. Truly it wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, but it made her shiver in love and desire for her husband, and their argument flew from her mind as if on the vapors from her fire. Pulling back, she nuzzled him and nipped lightly at his neck and earlobes, nodding at his question. "Yes, Love. I would love nothing more." She hissed back as she arched her body roughly against his. This time though, SHE would be the dominate one, least he forget again, who he BELONGED too.
Faustus gave another, involuntary, moan. He got it now, the heady feeling that came from being thoroughly used by multiple gorgeous men. He saw what Sebastian and Nathaniel liked about it. And now, he got to be with the most beautiful woman on earth. It was... He was so lucky.
She pulled back, and took his hand into hers and led him off into their own bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind them. Her eyes seemed to glow with that fire within her as she looked at Faustus in the near darkness as she closed the distance between them again and kissed him deeply, hungrily, passionately! Her hands trailed his form and all but ripped the rest of his torn and tattered shirt off his body and threw it aside. Pulling back with a soft hiss, she looked into his eyes, before allowing her eyes to trail his form, her hands ghosting over his chest, down his sides as she slowly backed him towards the nearest wall again. No bed just yet for either of them. Faustus would remember just what a Hellion Freya could be.
Faustus looked eagerly in anticipation at his wife, kissing her hungrily in return. He restrained himself from roving his hands over her body like an animal, although he could hear the maxim of Dorian's old friend Henry Wotton in his ear: "It is only the sacred things that are worth touching." But he shook it off. After all, he did consider himself a gentlemen, and it would be ungentlemanly to be thinking of Dorian at a time like this.
Seeing his shake his head, Freya gave a soft growl as she grabbed Faustus's chin a bit roughly and brought his eyes back to hers. "You, belong, to Me..." Her voice soft, but that dominating tone was there as it echoed around them. "As I, belong to you, and ONLY you." Still holding his chin, she turned his head away from her and kissed ever so gently and slowly down his neck, to nibble at his collarbone and releasing him to continuing further down. Being slow and teasing on purpose.
Slowly reaching his center, she took him gently into her hand and stroked him, looking up at him with a soft smile that was more warm then demanding at the moment. She liked watching him, as his pleasure took him. For to give him pleasure, pleasured her.
Faustus gazed down at his wife sweetly, smiling with a gentleness reserved for her alone, and gave soft, shuddering gasps at her ministrations.
She worked her husband, stroking him harder and then softened her touch, as she played with just the head. Rubbing her thumb lightly over the V of his cock, playing with the opening before stroking him his full length before she leaned down and fully engulfed him with her warm, wet mouth.
Finding a good suction, and pace, she sought to bring noises from those lips that she had never heard before as with her free hand, she took hold of his balls and squeezed and rolled them lightly in her hand, letting her fire flare up enough to warm her hand to the touch against his sensitive skin but no more.
Moaning at his taste, she swirled her tongue around and over him as she teased and sucked him. Feeling heat pass through her that made her tremble as her insides clenched.
Faustus's breath came in gasps as he responded to her touch. He stumbled as she enclosed him in her mouth, till he leaned against a nearby wall and moaned openly, stroking her hair.
His hand fisted in her hair as she used her heat on him- this was magnificent!- and he thrusted into her mouth unthinkingly, panting. He rarely allowed himself to lose control, but giving into pleasure felt so good, how could he resist?
He could also feel her arousal, a tangible aura that rose up and enveloped them both. He could smell the heat of her and it turned him on even more, watching her like this. So beautiful, so pure...
Freya loved the sounds Faustus made and delighted in his reactions! It made her even more aroused, to know she pleasured him. She resisted the urge to grin as she felt him lean fully against the wall behind him and increased the suction around him as she deep throated him, her hands going to cup his ass cheeks as she damn near gagged herself as she took him deeper into her throat then she ever had.
Holding him there, she growled softly, allowing him to feel the vibrations as she swallowed a few times. Her eyes flickered up to his for a second, and then closed as her pleasure wafted up suddenly upon her at the way he looked at her, the way he touched her and she slowly, teasingly slowly, pulled back up, sucking as she went.
Faustus clenched his teeth, trying not to bust too soon as her attentions increased in intensity. This felt amazing. He wondered what it was like from her perspective. He had always enjoyed eating her out, but what was it like for her, going down on him? Was there a reason everyone they knew seemed to do this so often?
He met her gaze with a soft, tender smile. Perhaps he would ask her about it later, but for now, clearly her mouth was full. He closed his eyes and moaned- like a wanton whore, as she said earlier- trailing his long fingers through her soft dark hair.
Pulling back fully, she released him and slowly kissed her way back up his body. Taking her time to hit every single, little spot upon his body that she knew would bring a sound or make him twitch. She LOVED it, when he was vocal for it emboldened her. Her hands trailing her nails over his soft skin, leaving tiny rivulets of red as she went.
When she reached his lips, she hovered over them a moment, just watching him. Feeling his ragged breaths against her lips made her purr, but she pulled back fully instead and walked, with the seductive grace of a dancer, towards the bed and turned back to face him when she reached it and alighted upon it lightly. Lifting an eyebrow at him, and looking at the bed and then back at him. It was a silent command to join her and lay back. She was far from done with him.
He moved as she moved, as if on a magnet, and came to follow her onto the bed. He lay back, an uncharacteristically gentle smile on his face as he regarded her.
He wondered where she was going with this. Earlier, it had seemed as though she had planned to be rough with him, and he had been looking forward to it, but this was- so far- rather on par with the conventional sex they'd had (and they had had a LOT of it) on their honeymoon. He would hardly object to it, but it was a little different from what he had thought it would be.
When he was settled, she brought out the toys she had planned to use on him and let him see each one as she pretended to inspect them and then lay them in a straight row on the table by the bed. Smirking over at him as she watched his reactions to each one.
"Hands back now, Love." She said as she turned her attention fully back to him and using rope she had bought earlier, tied his arms to the bedpost and his thighs together, exposing him to her. She smirked down at him and ran her fingertips lightly over his skin as she reached for a blindfold and slowly trailed the ends of the ties of it down his chest, letting it tickle him a little. "Can't have you see what I am going to do. It will spoil it...wouldn't it?" Her voice soft, sensual as she looked deep into his eyes.
Faustus gazed at the toys with interest as she showed them to him, relaxing a bit. This did seem like she was planning to have some fun.
He obeyed her and put his hands back, smiling giddily at her as she tied him up, an expression rarely seen on his face, if ever.
The blindfold did give him pause. Was she sure that was what she wanted? But he wasn't going to question it. He just relaxed and closed his eyes...
She noticed his pause and wondered at it, tilting her head slightly to the side. But she tied it about his head anyway and smirked at how cute he looked, all tied up and exposed and helpless. Ohhhhh! This was going to be fun!
Reaching out for a candle first, she lit it and allowed the wax to build up slowly as she moved to kneel at his side. Leaning down, she claimed his lips in a kiss, and at the same time, tilted the candle so that wax fell in spatters over his chest.
She pulled back from his lips and chuckled softly. Picking up the smallest of the whips with her other hand, she trailed the leather slowly up his exposed inner thigh and flicked her wrist to stripe him in the sensitive area, giving him only a few soft kisses where she hit him, before she dropped wax lower on his abdomen.
The second the first spatter hit his chest, Faustus cried out pleasurably. This was certainly more like it!
His body twitched at the whip marks and he moaned loudly again, his moans stuttering slightly as he felt soft lips where he'd just been lashed. "Harder- please," he gasped out.
Hearing his words, did Freya oblige. Taking time to pick just the right spot upon him did she use whip and candle to 'paint' upon him a picture of pain and ecstasy, one stroke and slip of the hand at a time.
Only when she tried of such ventures, did she pause and set the whip and candle down and instead pick up a cock ring and slipped it over the head of his cock and made sure it was nestled just so and not to tight before she turned it on. It vibrated and stimulated him, but would not allow him to cum. Her smile wicked as she picked up the next toy in her arsenal and lubed it up before settling between his tied, open thighs and using her lips and tongue upon his cock, did she prep his opening for her toy. She wanted him to beg, to scream, and she was hoping she was well on her way to slowly doing so.
The sensations drove Faustus absolutely crazy and he was crying out wordlessly as he was tortured and teased. The cock ring, he especially liked; he'd never used one before, but he'd heard the boys discussing them.
"Yes," he gasped out breathlessly. "Yes, please- please, more!"
Her smile was wicked as she cast her eyes up to look at her husband. Painted red with whip lashes and candle wax both, Faustus looked as beautiful now as the day she had first laid eyes upon him. Those eyes, she so desperately wanted to see again.
Reaching up with one hand and a gentle, swift movement, she removed the blindfold and tossed it behind her, grinning again as she settled once more between his bound and open legs. The way she had tied him, left him very much exposed, as his ankles had been bent back in a frog tie to his thighs, and a small pillow, she had placed just under his lower back, opened him up more to her and allowed her freer reign.
Taking her toy once more into hand, it looked like a regular vibrator, only it was metal, cold and had a weird little hook on the end of it. A prostate stimulator, she had read about these things and always wanted to try them. How would Faustus react? Such thoughts, along with the cock ring around him that would not permit him release filled her and made her so very, very wet. It would be pure torture, and she delighted in the possibilities.
After making sure he was ready, she released his cock which she continued to stroke as she teased his opening, and pushed the toy slowly into him and turned it on. Watching her Beloved's face for any signs that this was to much, and delighting in the reactions she did get! Slowly, so slowly, she pushed her toy in, then pulled back out, then in again, fucking him with it before she found just the right angle and hit his prostate with that little hook on the end of her toy.
Faustus gazed up at his wife with an expression, first of confusion, and then of pure romance. His breathing was ragged and his body was tense and oh so sensitive.
His eyes flew open wide as she slid the toy into him, a deep blush painted upon his face as he felt it deeper inside him. He had to avert his eyes from her gaze as the sensations began to overtake him. That was, perhaps, an error. He bit his lip so hard it bled as his body tensed and began to shake, allowing nothing to escape his mouth other than a stifled grunt or groan.
Once Freya had the toy right where she wanted it, she kissed slowly back up her husband's body till she all but hovered over him. Taking his face into her hand, she tilted his eyes down to meet and hold hers. Seeing the conflicting emotions within them, made her growl and purr at the same time. She flicked her tongue lightly over his split lip and shuddered in delight at the tangy, salty taste of his blood. "You have any idea what you do to me, Love?" She hissed out softly as she nipped and kissed his shaking form, trying to pull more sounds, more reactions out of him while giving him all her love and devotion she had.
Lifting her left hand, she allowed her fire to spread through her fingertips, it's color a mix between the safe blue, and the burning red. Something that had never happened before. Such control, she had not yet learned, but seemingly seemed to right at this moment. When she touched him, trailing her fingers lightly down the center of his chest, it burned, but not overly so in a way that was entirely unbearable. It still left marks where she touched him, but it wasn't excruciating.
"I love it when you are vocal, Faustus..." Her voice soft as silk. "I love watching you as you enjoy yourself but pretend you don't. I love being with you in every way, watching as you fall into the abyss of ecstasy over and over..." each sentence she punctuated with a sharp burning sensation from her fingers, just enough to mark him but a little in a design she had come up with solely for him. "But most of all, I love it when I see the love you have for me reflected back in your eyes as I ride you..."
She trailed off and with a purely evil grin, she positioned herself just right atop him, without even bothering to remove his cock ring which still stimulated him and impaled herself slowly upon him, with a deep, soft sigh. "Ohhhhh...yessss...Faustus..." She purred as she began to slowly move upon him, adding to his pleasure and torture both. Drinking down his desire as it fueled her own.
Faustus gazed into his wife's beautiful golden eyes and smiled tenderly.
"I imagine... I infuriate you," he whispered in response to her question, his tone reverent, almost worshipful. "And I delight you, as you delight me..." He moaned.
Excitement bubbled within him as he watched her fire. "Yes... very good," he whispered, ever the teacher. A sharp inhale passed his lips as she trailed her burning fingers over him. It felt... "Amazing..."
Something flickered in his eyes as she spoke. "I don't pretend not to enjoy myself," he objected. "I merely try to have a sense of decorum- ooh- oh, yes!" He was panting now, needful, adoring.
He let out another, louder sound as she slid over him and began to ride him. His eyes practically rolled back into his head, but he blinked and focused on her. "F-Freya," he gasped out. "Why-? Ahh..."
His voice was plaintive, and part of him scoffed internally at how he sounded, like a pathetic, mewling kitten, like that curly-haired fop he so despised. He bit his lip until it bled, trying to quell the sound, hating that he sounded so like Sebastian when turned on.
Arching her hips in a motion she had practiced as she practiced her dancing, she delighted in the sounds she was able to pull from Faustus, but then, her expression turned playfully annoyed as she leaned over him, stilling herself completely over him as the toys still worked him. She took hold of his chin once more into a tighter grip and pulled his eyes towards hers, giving him a soft growl. "You talk entirely to much!" She hissed at him before she crushed her lips to his and at the same time, locked her knees around his waist and rolled those hips of hers in such a way that took him all the way in, at this angle and hit all the spots upon them both in a way that had even her moaning.
Pulling back, she chuckled softly as she smirked down at him, watching as she rode him. Slowly at first, only to pick up the speed and slam harder and rougher upon him, to only go back to slow and teasing again. Sitting up straight, bending backwards ever so slightly, she braced herself on his inner thighs as she moved upon him, tossing back her head to moan as pleasure filled her. He felt so dam good! Everything was so good with him! "Faustus! FUCKKKK!" She purred as she scratched her nails lightly into his inner thighs, reaching down to move the toy a bit within him as she moved atop him at the same time. Her breathing coming in soft, deep gasps as she fought her own coming release. Not...yet...
Taken by surprise, Faustus kissed her back, moaning into the kiss. He hadn't thought he was talking too much, but then, he wasn't about to complain about this. He was throbbing, aching, in so much pleasure yet so much pain- and that was before she started riding him fast- and then slow again- hell and damnation, she felt good, and he let her know it, he SCREAMED for her-!
"Freya- Freya my love, Freya PLEASE!" he begged, squirming as she adjusted the toy inside him.
TO BE CONTINUED...