Cheaters All Ways Win

It was best to not make bets with a known gambler - especially one who so skillfully cheated and won exactly what she wanted. His lips were pressed into a hard line, though it was not easy keeping the scowl on his face.

He had bet the mithra that if she could actually cast a spell that would bind him in place she could do whatever she wanted to him. Make him her slave for the week or just have him thrown to the nearest yagudo acolyte and tortured.

The tarutaru had no clue that she would keep him bound. Not only that, but she had picked him up and brought him back to her home. He did not see much of it, pressed tightly as he was to her bosom. Some part of him begrudged the treatment, but the more hedonistic side was all too happy to have his face pressed into such lovely curves.

She smelled of earth, just the faintest traces of magic, and steel. It was an intoxicating scent to him, though he could not place why.

There was not time to think about it. Before he has even realised it, she had him stripped down to nothing, still unable to move and tossed to her bed without care.

He lay on his side, staring up at her indignantly. Just WHAT was this mithra up to?

"Wait and see prrrecious." There was a seductive purr to her voice and he felt his length stir at the way she ran a finger down along his body. It had NOTHING to do with the fact that she was slowly stroking her fingers along his member, urging it to harden and thicken under her tender touch.

Just as he was about to moan, the touch slipped away and he opened eyes that he hadn't even known had fallen shut in the first place.

The mithra was on her knees on the bed beside him, watching. When she knew she had his attention, she slowly started to remove her clothing. A fanged smirk given when she saw his length twitch just a bit when her breasts were released from their top.

She continued to remove what little clothing she wore, sliding towards him as she did. The binding still held him in place, unable to move. He felt her body along his, her breasts moving along him. She pushed them together as she moved up his small body. Trapping him for a moment between them, though quickly releasing him as she moved up.

His mouth watered, the urge to taste her skin unexpectedly taking him over. Had she bewitched him as well as bound him? He knew not, but there was no finding his voice to speak as her torso slid over him. Her warm skin flush against his entire body. A moan did escape when felt the first brush of soft curls against his feet, felt her spread her legs just slightly to rub against him better.

Except she continued to move up, letting his length brush against her - immediately he stirred and hardened more - but still not stopping there. It was not until his face was buried in soft curls, her heady scent overtaking him that she stopped. She kneeled there above him, hands propping up her torso, but her legs spread on either side of him.

"You did say I could do whateverrr I wanted with you, prrrecious ..." She rubbed herself against him slowly, reaching a hand down to spread herself open to him - letting the warm, wet flesh brush against his nose, his lips, the tip of his tongue that peeked out to taste.

"And it's been so long since I've had a tarrrutarrru in me ..." There was no helping the fact that he stirred even more - not thinking it was possible for him to become further aroused. He ached to touch her, to bury his face in her silky folds even further, to bury his length in her ...

But that was not on the agenda. Instead, she continued to rub herself against his bound form. Her moans becoming mreows and low purrs and she pleased herself with his body. The slick wetness spead over him as she did so and he could feel the muscles clench and contract over him at times. Every time he tried to taste the sweet flesh, it moved away so that it was his cock that she was brushing herself against.

Teasing him more.

"Want morrre," she purred and he found himself suddely standing upright. "Want you inside ..." She looked down at him, still kneeling over him - though this time raised up on her knees. When he gazed his eyes upwards, he saw the evidence of her own arousal, saw the slick wet cunt ... Knew that she had brought herself to that state with his body, because he was covered himself. Could taste it on his lips, breathe it in his nose.

He was not prepared for what happened next. She unexpected started to lower herself down and despite thinking he was about to be squished he still could not move out of the way. Instead, he felt silky curls brushing against him again, felt the mithra's fingers against the top of his head as she spread herself open.

Her tail lazily flicked against his bottom, as if wanting to push him up against her - but there was no need. She was pushing herself down onto him. She gasped as she slowly sunk herself down. First his head ( which he did not believe ) sunk into her warm, tight body. For a time, it seemed like enough.

She raised herself up and down over his head, himself rapidly taking a breath each time she came off of him.

"Morrre ..." she growled this time, pushing down harder against him. Sinking past his head to his shoulders and repeating the process. She would slip him in and then pull right back off. The mithra was teasing herself with him, using him as she would use any toy to bring about her own orgasm.

And there was nothing in the world that had ever aroused him more.

She gasped as she continued to sink herself slowly down upon his body. Taking more of him with each downward thrust. Eventually he was no longer gasping for air each time, his lungs becoming use to the restricted air. He felt, rather than saw, her fingers curl around his feet. He was all ready buried into her. Just the tips of his fingers visible along with his waste and below.

His cock ached to be inside her. Her muscles contracted around him, relaxing and clenching and pulling him deeper if they could manage.

Just when he thought that the muscles were releasing so that she could pull him out - he found himself shoved all the way in, just his feet out.

"Yessssss ... !" He heard her moan louding, but was quickly lost in the sensation. Lost in the feel of her tight around him, warm flesh undulating and consuming him. Her hands were tight around his feet, pulling him out and shoving him back in with a fervor that he had never known.

His own arousal was peaking, just the constant rubbing against her inner walls taking him to new heights.

There was a change in positions, but once again it was felt rather than saw. The mithra fell onto her back, tail lazily twitching as she did so. Both her hands were on his feet now, shoving him as deep as he could go inside her and pulling him back just as fast.

Her hips shoved against him, looking for purchase. Her body pulled him in deeper, her cunt wanting to devour him whole. His breath was ragged, what little he had, and his cock ached - the touch of her warm, tight walls doing him in.

He knew her orgasm was coming, knew that release would find her soon. Her movements became more savage and with one final thrust, she pushed him all the way inside of her, body clenching and spasming around him.

There was no part of him outside her body now.

He felt her inner muscles tight around him, felt her body quicken as the orgasm hit, TASTED it as it took him over.

And just as hers overcame him, his own joined. The binding spell finally relented and his body spasmed, releasing himself into her - squirming and writhing inside. He wanted to move, wanted to see the expression on her face after having him inside her ...

Except when he tried to squirm his way out, muscles contracted and held him tightly in place.

"... still my slave, prrrecious," he felt fingers pressing against him through all the flesh of her body. "... and you will bring me more pleasurrre inside - more orrrgasms, more sweet rrrelease ..." She arched her back up off of the bed and he felt himself sink deeper inside of her.

Though he had just spent himself, he all ready felt himself stirring again. He was no longer bound and his hands reached out to touch the innermost part of her, hearing her cry out in such pleasure ...

Despite being at her mercy before, she was at his now. After all, he was the one within, the one able to please her as she could not do herself. With a smug smile to himself, the tarutaru set to his work.

To make the mithra scream.

Ready and Waiting

He had been waiting for her patiently on the bed for her to get home, his body all ready slicked with lubricant. The smile on his face said everything and when she got in the door, she knew the game.

Her clothing came off with such quickness, he was both amazed and aroused at the same time. She was rushing herself to have HIM inside of her. Within moments, she was kneeled over his body, hair falling into her face and casting shadows over them both.

His body shivered with anticipation and he could see hers shivering. When the first brush of flesh and soft curls brushed against the top of his head, he let his eyes slide shut:jJust enjoying the sensation. He did NOT have to see it to know what was happening. Besides, he enjoyed the feel sometimes more with his eyes shut.

She rocked against him slowly, pushing down gently on his head. That part slipped in with ease, her gasp reverberating through her body, making her clench around him ever so slightly.

He felt her relax, little by little, slowly grinding against him. His head came back out and he made his own noise of disappointment, except that she sank back down again slowly trying to take more of him in, teasing herself and easing the process at the same time.

"Cut that out," he grumbled. She was ruining the game.

"Sorry, you're just so ... " The words were lost as she sank over his shoulders and a moan was torn from her lips. When she sank down this time, it was his arms squirmed their way in, as if trying to hold himself inside her. Not arguing she rocked and pushed the way down - pulling him inside her. Greedy as he was, he helped by pushing up as much as he could

When his feet - finally! - slipped inside of her, he felt her fall back on the bed with a low groan. Her fingers rubbed along her stomach, trailing down to push and tickle against his feet just inside of her.

He kicked her questing fingers away, urging her muscles to clench and tighten and pull in further inside. This was their game: to have him inside of her, pushing her to orgasm without even having to pull him out and then going back in ever so slightly.

Not that he did NOT enjoy that sort of moment but this one was all about pleasing her without her having to ride him into bliss.

It was truly part of their game, her hands had to hold onto the headboard at all times. When she murmured ready, he knew that she had grabbed onto the headboard. It was then that he truly set to work.

Though breathing was difficult at times, he found that somehow he was able to breathe. Not deeply, but able to all the same. The first time he had done this, the first time he had been inside her, the taste of her so clearly in his mouth and taking over his sense of smell had been intoxicating.

So intoxicating that he had found release immediately.

Now it merely aroused him more, make him harden and want to plow himself into her as only man his size could. His mouth fell open, tongue sticking out to taste and tease her body from the inside. The initial taste on his tongue was all ways dizzying. His mind whirled with it on his tongue and he greedily went for more.

Lips, teeth, and tongue, slowly nipping, sucking on the innermost part of her; he felt her body arching off of the bed and it pushed him deeper inside of her.

Her moan turned into a mreow, one that went through her entire body and FELT all around him. Taking that as a sign of his coming ( he giggled to himself ), he started working his hands against the warm, tight flesh. She was so wet inside making it hard to keep where he was.

He lightly worked his feet into one side each, his toes curling in and out as he did so. This time the gasp was muffled, not quite echoing down her spine and making her clench tightly.

His hands set to their work; massaging and touch her inside. Pulling from her those mreows he liked hearing and FEELING so much. Completely stretched out, he felt his fingers brush against that one spot. Smiling to himself, the look on his face completely devious, he squirmed and stretched out entirely. The game was nearly over, if only because his mouth found that spot.

He worked it over, just as he did her nipples - though not in the same fashion. His hands pressed against it, kneading and rubbing, and his mouth sucked and pulled on it slowly. Rubbing his head against it as he squirmed inside of her, the rest of his body writhing and teasing everything it could as she clenched and tightened around him.

She was trying to devour him, trying to keep him inside of her forever - and he wouldn't mind that ONE bit. There was no stopping the orgasm from coming now. He felt her body tighten, felt as if he would turn into that which was around him, wet and hot and so arousing in his mouth.

But he was NOT expecting her to cheat. He heard his name on his lips dimly and felt fingers suddenly around his feet. With one easy grab, she pulled him out, his head just barely brushing against her entrance.

"... m'gonna shove you in so hard and fast ..." she groaned out and with that she did. He was rammed into her body. His own arousal was painfully hard, the slick walls inside of her making him that it was hard to not burst. Instead, just as he was slammed all of the way in - sinking further than he had before - he latched onto that spot.

Mouth firmly rooted, he continued to suck and nibble and taste.

"Nnn ... !" Her body immediately tightened with one the last hard suck and nibble. He felt the first quivers of orgasm as they went through her body. Felt her get tighter, warmer, and HOTTER as his body became a part of her. Just as she was arching, her body overcome with the haze of release, he found his own.

There was no need for him to touch to find it, her body tight and quivering around him in the throes of orgasm made him come. It was content sigh that he found himself slowly relaxing and stretching out once more inside of her.

She did the same, fingers patting the bulge right below her stomach. Though he was taking a break, he did not stop lazily smoothing his hands over the soft, silky inner flesh. It was a start to her punishment.

Cheaters we're not allowed to have their way for some while and as soon as both them were ready for another go.

He would see her body turn to putty.

But for now he was content to rest within, lazily touching her deeply inside.