Chapter 79: Desire

He sucked. Hard enough that her fingers clawed his shoulders. He licked a slow circle, bit just enough to make her cry out, then switched to the other breast and did the same. At last he buried his face between them and made a low sound, almost hungry. Meira’s head fell back. The crystal on the collar flashed in his hair.

"The little dog’s breasts." She whispered, her voice already ruined and still happy. "Master can live here. Suffocate here. Don’t stop."

He did not stop until her knees gave. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, shortened the chain, and pulled.

Meira climbed into his lap because the chain left her no other direction. The dress by then was only a hoop of cloth. She reached down between them and set the head of his cock against a pussy already dripping.

Erik jerked the chain.

At the same moment he thrust up.

Meira’s mouth opened, the scream caught in her throat. He filled her in one stroke, stretching that place around a thickness her body already knew and still could not treat as ordinary. Her nails sank into his back. The mark under her belly punched through the last of the white fabric and flared pink.

"Hah—! Master— too deep— little dog— ah—"

He did not let her finish the sentence. Both hands clamped her waist and fucked upward, each stroke lifting her off his thighs and dropping her again. Wet sounds filled the villa. Meira’s breasts slapped his face; he took a nipple into his mouth and did not stop thrusting. She came the first time before she found a rhythm, a sudden helpless clench, dragging a sob with it.

Erik felt it, then only fucked harder.

....

[Ravia:] That... is that really a man?

[Lilith:] Terrifying. Even looking through a screen I feel like what’s between my legs is about to punch through.

[Ysera:] The bed is making a sound I have only heard in siege reports.

[Laviana:] Meira’s expression makes me unable to tell whether she is enduring in despair or coming so hard she is going insane.

[Sleepless Lady:] Torment me like that. I mean it. I will sign a blood contract.

[Ravia:] If Meira is the little dog then I will be the little cat. I have claws. I can kneel. I can lick.

[Ysera:] Then I will be the little bear. I can hug. I can hibernate on that thing too.

[Lilith:] I... I can be a maggot. A worm. A speck. Put me anywhere. I don’t need a shape.

[Laviana:] ...

[Sleepless Lady:] ...

[Ravia:] ....

....

Erik heard none of it. He stood while Meira was still impaled, turned, and laid her on the sheets without pulling out. Golden hair spilled. He hooked both knees over his elbows and drove to the root.

Meira cried out.

The new angle hit the place that turned her vision white. He fucked into it with ruthless patience, the chain wrapped around his fist, the collar drawing a clean line across her throat every time her body slid up the bed. Sweat shone on his shoulders and chest. Meira’s hands clawed the sheets, then his arm, then her own breasts, as if she did not know what to hold while she was being opened.

"Master— the little dog is about to— again—"

She came. Her pussy clenched around him in chaotic pulses. He fucked through that climax, hips slapping skin, and when the cry broke into a hoarse moan he pulled out only far enough to roll her onto her side, hook one leg over his shoulder, and push back in.

Meira’s pointed ears trembled. Her tongue showed between her teeth. The mark on her belly burned brighter with every peak he forced out of her, the pink heart and the elemental lines drinking the heat he poured into her nerves.

He took her from behind, one knee on the mattress, one foot on the floor. The chain lay along her spine. He used it like a rein. Each pull lifted her throat, forced her ass back onto him, and Meira — the woman who had once silenced a square with her name alone — only pushed back harder and begged.

"More. Master, more. Grant it to the little dog. Stuff me full. I can take it. I want it. Please, Master—"

Erik’s restraint finally snapped. He buried himself to the root and held, his cock jerking as he came. Heat flooded through the thick pulses. Meira shook with him on a shattered sound of pleasure, the mark on her lower belly blazing as if it had been waiting for exactly that offering.

Once was not enough.

He was still hard. Meira felt it, laughed lewdly, the laugh turning into a moan when he pulled out only to turn her completely onto her hands and knees. Cum ran down the inside of her thighs. He dragged the head of his cock through it, then pushed back in on the next thrust.

"Ah—!"

One hand slid down, seized a huge breast, and squeezed until the flesh overflowed his fingers. The other yanked the chain hard. Meira’s head was pulled up. Her mouth opened. He fucked her from behind hard enough that the headboard hit the wall, and the crystal caught all of it: the rhythm of her ass, the glossy place where their bodies joined, the collar, the chain, and the green eyes losing focus.

"Hah... hah... Master... little dog... the little dog is going to go insane..."

"Stay."

"Yes— stay— woof— ah, don’t, if Master pulls like that—"

He pulled exactly like that. Meira came with both arms collapsing, breasts pressed to the sheets, her ass still held up because the hand on the chain and the hand on her breast would not let her fall all the way. Her eyes rolled. A string of saliva connected her lip to the pillow. The mark under her belly shone hard enough to stain the sheets pink-gold, every elemental line writhing as if it wanted to drink him through her skin.

[Ravia:] I am on the floor. Not joking. My legs have resigned.

[Lilith:] That mark. Why is it swallowing the light. Why is it filthier than what they are doing.

[Ysera:] Because it is hungry. I am hungry. Everyone is hungry. This livestream is a war crime.

[Laviana:] Her eyes rolled white. She’s gone. I have never wanted to be gone like that so badly.

[Sleepless Lady:] Please torment me like that. I will pay. I will kneel. I will bark. I will meow. I will hibernate. I will crawl.

[Lilith:] The worm already registered first.

[Ravia:] I take back the worm. I don’t take it back. Send me as an insect. I will still try.

Meira’s voice by then was only a torn string of moans. Every thrust drove another peak through a body that should have been able to endure far more than this. A Mythic constitution sat in her bloodline like a crown. It did not matter. Pleasure was not an enemy she crushed with rank. It lived in the place she had chosen to be a little dog on a chain for the only man she wanted a home with, and that place had no defense line.

Erik felt her clench, release, then clench again. He counted without meaning to. Eight. Nine. She sobbed his name and came a tenth time, fingers twisting in the sheets. The eleventh pulled out a scream the crystal recorded raw, uncut, unsoftened. On the twelfth her whole body locked, her pussy gripping so hard he swore under his breath, then he drove to the root and emptied into her again.

The mark erupted.

Light flooded across her lower belly, hungry and bright enough to throw both their shadows onto the opposite wall. It pulled. Erik felt the tug around his cock, a deep pulse that was not only muscle, as if the mark itself were swallowing each drop and asking for the next. Meira’s mouth opened. No sound came. Her eyes were wet and empty with pleasure. Then the strength left her body all at once.

She collapsed onto the bed, cheek to the pillow, the collar still glowing, the chain slack in Erik’s hand. Her pussy still twitched with the last aftershocks. Cum leaked when he slowly pulled out, and the mark flared once more as if angry at losing even a little.

Erik knelt behind her another second, breathing hard. His cock was still wet, still hard, refusing to admit that the person it wanted had already lost consciousness.

He looked at her face.

Meira was smiling in her sleep. Small. Satisfied. A little wrecked. Golden hair stuck to a wet cheek, the five-colored crystal on her throat rising and falling with shallow breaths.

He sighed.

Half of that breath was tenderness. The other half was surrender to the fact that there would be no more rounds tonight. He took a towel from beside the bed and cleaned her, slowly, carefully between her thighs, then pulled the blanket over her bare back. The white dress could no longer serve as clothing. He left it dead on the floor.

Erik bent down and kissed her mouth lightly. Meira made a very small sound and burrowed into him without waking.

He climbed onto the bed, gathered her into his arms, and left the chain lying across his stomach instead of taking it off. She had asked to wear it. He would not remove it while she slept with that smile.

His eyes closed.

On the cabinet, the recording crystal still floated. The pale frame of light still pointed at the bed. Viewer names still stacked at the side. Messages still arrived, faster and faster, while the room had already gone quiet and the two of them were only a man holding a woman under a blanket, the collar flashing each time Meira breathed.

Erik had forgotten the livestream was still on.