Talk Him Through It

       The shadow walked into her room and smiled, her six canine teeth gleaming in the candlelight. A naked man was tied to her table with worn leather straps holding him down by his hands, ankles, and throat. 

       She flicked her tail on the floor, chuckling at the man’s startled gasp.

       “My mistress must be in a good mood. Do you know what it means to be given to us?” The shadow walked around him, slowly moving her clawed finger down the side of his body.

       “It means she wants us to have fun, to play. Do you want to play with me?”

       Her eyes held his for a moment, savoring the fear they reflected back at her. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

       “Oh my, did she silence you already? She doesn’t like the screamers. Or were you a talker? Running your mouth at the Huntress?” She laughed softly and closed her eyes, moving her hand gently up and down his neck. She needed to concentrate to get his story, to see what corruption brought him to be hunted by her mistress.

       “Yes, you were a talker. I suppose she took your tongue, then?” She pried his mouth open and looked inside. “Your tongue is intact. I’m guessing I’d see a nice cut on your neck if I moved that strap?”

       The man shut his eyes tightly and moved his head up and down in an attempted nod. 

       “Mmm, she does that. You’re not used to being so quiet, are you? That’s alright. We can still have some fun.”

       His eyes opened and moved down from her face to her bare body. Whether he wanted it to or not, his body reacted to hers. 

       “You’re my toy now, until I decide to dispose of you. You seem to like my appearance. Is it the horns or the tail? No? The female shape?”

       He tried to nod again. His eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment before moving further down her dark body.

       “I agree, I’m quite fond of it myself. Would you like to play with it? Taste it?”

       He nodded, licking his dry lips. 

       “Eager. What should I start with? You liked talking to your victims when you carved them. I want to try that. I’m going to sit on that tongue of yours so you can show me how much you loved using it. Would you like that?”

       His eyes widened as he nodded. She laughed and flicked her tail again, making a cracking sound like a whip as it hit the floor behind her. 

       She lifted herself onto the table, placing her knees on the sides of his head and leaning forward toward the rest of his body. She could feel a soft gasp from him as she lowered herself to his mouth, and then there was an exploratory flick of his tongue before he groaned and latched on to her like he was sucking out the nectar of the gods. He was, in a way. Shadows weren’t human, despite the shape they took, and they tasted like the shadows they were made of—darkness and power. To humans, they were addicting.

       She groaned, enjoying the sensation. She leaned forward and ran her hands on his chest. “You can’t see what I’m doing, so I’m going to explain it to you, just like you did to them.” 

       Her tail slithered out from behind her, moving slowly over his chest and down his waist to his hard dick. “I’m wrapping my tail around your cock, tightening only slightly, don’t worry. I just want to restrict blood flow, for now.” She let out a loud moan as his movements became more frantic. She’d already been wet when she had seen him on her table, but she was practically gushing into his mouth now, and he was desperate for every drop.

       She reached underneath the table and grabbed one of the many daggers strapped underneath it. She let out a hot breath onto the blade, heating it until it was burning red.

       “You’re going to hear one of my favorite sounds now. If you stop, this ends. Do you understand what that means?”

       His head moved slightly underneath her, and she giggled. “Nodding tickles. Mmm, where was I?” She put the burning blade on his armpit and breathed in the smell of sizzling flesh. His tongue shot deep into her and he sucked harder, grazing her skin with his teeth and making her even hotter. 

       “That was a knife burning your armpit. Painful, isn’t it? But you like pain.” A sharp sensation surprised her, making her moan and laugh at the same time. “I’m impressed! That’s all right, you can bite all you want.”

       Her eyes lingered on his collarbone. “Your collarbone is beautiful. I’m going to flay you, removing the skin so I can see it better.” She moved the knife slowly over the bone, cutting into his skin and pulling up to reveal her prize. The more she hurt him, the wetter she got, and the more frantically he ate her. He bit, sucked, and pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her, licking around her and inside her like it would take the pain away. Perhaps it did.

       “My mistress…” Her voice trailed off as pressure started to build up faster and faster. “I need to thank—fuck—her for this. I’m going to lean forw—” She moaned loudly and arched her back, then leaned toward his thighs. 

       “What you’re feeling is a cold blade on your inner thigh. Your blood smells delicious.” She ran her hot tongue along his inner thigh, lapping at the blood and smiling at the burns it left on his skin. “I can taste your corruption.” 

       Her moans got louder, and she straightened her body, arching her back again. Her thighs shook the table, her head shot back, and she screamed in primal pleasure. His mouth didn’t stop as she came—he sucked and lapped up every drop of her as she pulsed and writhed above him, savoring the waves of ecstasy that ran through her entire body.

       When her breathing slowed, she lifted herself slowly off the table, chuckling at the sight of his body—burnt and bloody, yet still desperate for a taste of hers.

       “I’m going to play with your cock now. Would you like that?”

       He licked his wet lips and nodded. 

       “I don’t think you’ll like the way I play, though,” she warned him. “I wish I could hear your screams when I do this, but I’ll have to make do with the look on your face. You can’t look down, but what you’re feeling is my tail, tightening more and more on your extremely hard cock until it just—”

       The sound of wet meat tearing apart sent shivers down her spine. His body thrashed in the restraints as his dick ripped off his body, falling to the floor with a loud thud. 

       “Breathe, we’re almost done. I want my trophy.”

       She walked up to his chest and extended her claws.

       “This is me ripping out your collarbone,” she said with a soft giggle. “And this is me cutting into your chest and spearing your heart with it.”

       His body stopped moving a few seconds after she stabbed him. She pulled the bone out of his heart and wiped it on his stomach with a sigh. 

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