[ The trouble with Morvay's body being clamped so tightly around the dildo is that -- frankly -- there's no escape. The knot pushes and pulls him along with the uneven punches of the machine, and Morvay's claws tear deeper and deeper through the mat with every pull. And with each push comes a ragged, raw cry, body moving like a reluctant wave along with the force of it.
Pitched forward, yanked back, forward, back, forwardback, until Morvay is shaking apart through the wracking sobs. It's good. It's so fucking good. He's out of his mind, howling and writhing like a wild animal, and this is when Aster might normally scold him for making a fuss while the manor staff can hear him. If only both of Morvay's brain cells would allow him to comprehend it at the moment. They won't. Not anymore. He's a creature all want and need, and civilized behavior isn't part of this vicious equation anymore.
Morvay's mouth can't form the words to scream for more. He's trying -- making such a valiant effort -- but all that emerges is a litany of hitched gasps and half-formed syllables. Mm-- mmm! MMM!! is all that comes of more, until he feels Aster's claws again, and he's screaming through a messy orgasm all over again. Blinding, shattering, sapping every last ounce of his energy in a gloriously bewildering contradiction of all his usual circumstances.
It's a wonder Aster hasn't gotten any slick on him yet. Because when Morvay comes this time, it surges out of him in a deluge around the dildo, splattering in puddles on the mat between his knees. Morvay slumps forward, temporarily subdued, offering weak little whimpers while the machine continues to force him around. ]
A- Aster. Stop...
[ Not their safeword. But Klein knows if he can remember the concept of a safeword right now, let alone what he's supposed to say to use it. ]
pecans, maybe
Pitched forward, yanked back, forward, back, forwardback, until Morvay is shaking apart through the wracking sobs. It's good. It's so fucking good. He's out of his mind, howling and writhing like a wild animal, and this is when Aster might normally scold him for making a fuss while the manor staff can hear him. If only both of Morvay's brain cells would allow him to comprehend it at the moment. They won't. Not anymore. He's a creature all want and need, and civilized behavior isn't part of this vicious equation anymore.
Morvay's mouth can't form the words to scream for more. He's trying -- making such a valiant effort -- but all that emerges is a litany of hitched gasps and half-formed syllables. Mm-- mmm! MMM!! is all that comes of more, until he feels Aster's claws again, and he's screaming through a messy orgasm all over again. Blinding, shattering, sapping every last ounce of his energy in a gloriously bewildering contradiction of all his usual circumstances.
It's a wonder Aster hasn't gotten any slick on him yet. Because when Morvay comes this time, it surges out of him in a deluge around the dildo, splattering in puddles on the mat between his knees. Morvay slumps forward, temporarily subdued, offering weak little whimpers while the machine continues to force him around. ]
A- Aster. Stop...
[ Not their safeword. But Klein knows if he can remember the concept of a safeword right now, let alone what he's supposed to say to use it. ]