Breeding With a Purpose | High Aphro

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It's hot, wherever she is. Unbearably, sweltering hot and damp, despite the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. The cool air barely helps even as it caresses her pale, sweat slicked body, an illicit breeze free to tip-toe across every divine, flawless inch of skin, teasing her sensitive nerves with every flickering, airy touch. With her sense of

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[red_snowcone]

Were she more conscious, her fiery temper would undoubtedly have resulted in an eloquent, cruel list of insults. But the scientists have taken her far past the point of fighting back, waiting until desire took her to the peak of need, her pink lips already slick with unsatisfied need. For a moment, Raidou's unaffected tone leads her to believe that he's one of them, but...none of them have done anything more than tease her intermittently over the hours, without any intention of taking care of her.

It's takes considerable effort to think and answer coherently, and even more to turn her blindfolded 'sight' in Raidou's direction. Even then, when she speaks her voice is unintentionally inviting, breathy and warm, a smooth sound even to her ears.

"You're not one of them?"

[red_snowcone]

Her arms strain weakly against her wrist restraints, a standing testament to both how long she's been trapped. She already knows that she can't break out, but can't allow this mysterious man to simply have his way with her without at least attempting to fight back. It's impossible to sound truly menacing while laid out on display, legs purposely splayed apart by her restraints to create a tempting view of her aroused figure.

"Never." She moans, as defiantly as possible as a woman who actually enjoys his rough, possessive grip.

[red_snowcone]

The truth of his statement is proved beyond a doubt as her head falls back against the table, lower lip trapped lightly between her teeth as she tries to avoid panting as desperately as she'd like. Her body immediately coils tight around his finger, drawing a hushed sound from the redhead with each involuntary clench.

As if responding to his comment, her thighs begin to tremble, and her fingers curl around the hard restraints keeping her in place.

[red_snowcone]

She's never had her clothing literally torn from her body before, and the feeling is both frightening and thrilling at the same time, perky breasts and rosy nipples finally revealed before him. She's trapped in two minds, between the urge to shrink away from his determined hands and the dark, building urge to just lean into his hands and feel the deep satisfaction of strong, warm hands worshipping her curvaceous figure again.

"...Dieu." She whispers, eyelids drooping behind her blindfold as he finds a rhythm within her, each measured, gradual thrust dragging her senses to the edge as her juices quickly spread to coat his fingers in sticky, warm juices.

[red_snowcone]

Her slim thighs begin to tremble as Raidou gladly gives her what the scientists have teasingly withheld for hours on end, and she falls into his touch as easily as the last probing touch. She's unbearably hot, completely overwhelmed by desire and the need to find relief, even if it means allowing her hips to shift to his rhythm, drawing a hushed cry from the redhead with each wet slap.

Her resistance is well and truly crushed when his lips capture her sensitive bud, assaulting her senses mercilessly as it combines with the sensation of his thrusts, the sound of his finger drawing out her juices, the feeling of her soaked panties dragging back and forth against her twitching clit.

"Ahn-!" It's too much- Mitsuru strains against her restraints as her body pulls ecstatically tight around his digit, breasts pressed flush against his mouth as the first waves of orgasm wrack her senseless.

[red_snowcone]

She's past the point of caring now, shaking in the aftermath of her peak. Her body still hungers for more though, only momentarily satisfied. She suckles in vain as his finger leaves her, desperately seeking the same sensation again. Opposing him doesn't enter her mind as she takes in the sight of his cock up close and personal, and the temptation is too great to fight, even for her.

Instead she leans forward to take him into her mouth, past her wet, plump lips and into sweet, dripping warmth, each stroke accented by the sound of her shameless suckling. The restraints mean she can only reach so far, but that doesn't stop her from bathing his cock in attention, eloquent tongue lathing attention on the underside of his length.

[red_snowcone]

The aphrodisiacs skew her thoughts until she can only think about the fact that his slowly thickening cock could soon be inside of her, satisfying the need that's only grown stronger in the few minutes since her orgasm. She doesn't consider the circumstances anymore, or the fact that his hand tangled in her hair is a clear, dominant warning to go along with his words, ensuring her lips are on his shaft at all times.

Instead, she explores the feeling of his shaft, testing for reaction as she finally takes him in to the hilt and stops with her red lips pressed flush against his hips. She swallows slowly and deliberately, twice, with the head of his cock cradled in the back of her throat.