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True to her word, at least, Carol was gentle at first. Thrusting her hips against Kris’ carefully, letting them adjust to the shape and weight of the toy inside them. Heading off the pain, the discomfort, until she was sliding in and out of them slick and smooth.
After that, she didn’t hold back. Carol gripped Kris’ legs under the knees and pulled them in close, guided them to wrap around their waist as she rocked into them with fast, hard jolts. She panted under the exertion of her own movements, while Kris gasped, high and breathy. It was like the air was being forced from their lungs with every forward thrust, and the faster Carol went, the harder it was for Kris to breathe steadily.
Kris thrashed against the mattress, helplessly tossing and turning their head. They couldn’t move. The ropes constricted them, squeezed around their body, locked their arms in place. Kris wanted to grab onto the bed, their hair, something to anchor them, but they couldn’t. The only thing they could do was dig their nails into their palms, yet they could barely even do that much when their hands kept flexing open.
Carol leaned over them, bracing her hands on either side of their head. Kris’ legs tightened around her on reflex, their ankles digging into the small of her back. It was around this point where her thrusts into them started to evolve from uncomfortable to pleasurable, helped when she lowered her head and her lips fell on one erect nipple. The damp heat of her coarse tongue slid against the sensitive skin, and Kris moaned.
Kris’ head was spinning; the combination of the alcohol, the heat flushing through them, and the movements all making them dizzy. Sweat drenched them head to toe, but it only made things worse as it enabled Carol to slide effortlessly against them. She stabbed deep into them, the toy filling them to the brim, and it shouldn’t have felt so good. She slowed only a moment to switch to Kris’ other breast, lavishing it with direct and precise attention. Kris’ every exhale was now a pleasured moan, set to the rhythm of Carol’s speed.
Carol didn’t stop, or slow down. She didn’t have to worry about being overwhelmed by her own pleasure. She thrust into Kris relentlessly, grinding her hips against theirs every time they met. Her hands moved to spread their legs wider, and she pressed them down against the mattress until the bed creaked and groaned. It was almost too much. Kris was utterly trapped beneath her, pinned by her weight and strength. There was nothing that they could do except let the pleasure finally swallow them whole, and they came so hard that they whited out.
Kris’ awareness returned slowly. Carol was lying atop them, hugging them and petting their hair as she breathed, heavy and ragged. Her fur was softened and dampened by her sweat, too. Kris wasn’t the only one who’d been winded. Still, her weight on them, the coarse texture of her fur against their bare skin—it was too much. Kris wanted to shove her off them, out of them. Rip away the ropes binding them, the rough weave digging into their flesh. But they still couldn’t move. They couldn’t speak. All they could do was remember how to breathe.
Finally, Carol lifted herself enough to look Kris over, easing the tightness around their chest. Her face was flushed red, and she was smiling tiredly, but satisfied. Kris’ heart fluttered at the sight.
“It’s been a while since I went all out like that,” Carol murmured, breathiness threaded through her voice. “That was lovely, wasn’t it, Kris?”
“Mm.”
It wasn’t like Kris had the strength to say anything else, not with their dry and sticky mouth and throat. They were exhausted. They’d never realized how strenuous sex could be until now; every muscle in their body ached.
Carol stroked over their face with one cool hand, caressing their cheeks and forehead. Kris sighed; it was a much-needed relief. Her fingers ran through their hair as she straightened back it out over their eyes, unplastered it from their sweat-slick skin.
“You did well, Kris,” Carol praised. “You did so very good for me.”
A tiny, strained groan was the only sound Kris could make, despite how the praise made their heart race. It was worth the pain and discomfort if Carol was pleased with them.
Carol sat back on her haunches and lifted Kris’ legs again. Kris feared for a moment she would continue, but she pulled out, instead. After being thoroughly loosened up and worked open inside, Kris felt empty in her absence. They whined pitifully, and then, humiliated, wished they could move a hand to clap over their mouth.
Carol, in the middle of removing the harness, only breathed a little laugh. “It’s good to have an appetite, Kris, but there’s only so much I can do at once. I’m not as young as I used to be, you know.”
Kris didn’t reply. They only closed their eyes and tried to relax back against the bed, ignoring the ropes and the sweat, the saliva and lipstick drying over their breasts. They knew that next, Carol would ask them to attend to her, but they needed a moment to rest. They were so tired. Drained. Used up until they were achingly hollowed out and empty.
As expected, after Carol had placed the strap-on aside to be washed later, she returned to the bed to lift Kris from the mattress. She didn’t untie them, but instead, she swapped their positions, so she was leaning back against the cushioned headboard, with Kris kneeling between her spread legs.
Carol lowered a hand to hold herself open, pulling aside her lower lips to expose her swollen clit and glistening wet entrance. Kris didn’t want to look at it, but they couldn’t wrench their eyes away. She was so clearly aroused, it disgusted them. It excited them.
“Would you do the usual for me, Kris?” Carol asked, sweetly. It wasn’t a real question, though; she’d only accept one answer from them.
Kris sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm themself down. Trying to slip into uncaring. It was awkward to assume the position without their arms for balance, but somehow, Kris managed it. They closed their eyes and pressed their mouth against Carol, trying to focus more on the way she sighed out and rested a hand in their hair than the way she felt underneath them. The salty taste of skin, sweat, arousal. The heady musk of sex, mixed with a faint tinge of peppermint.
At least, Kris was practiced enough by now that they could zone out, and they didn’t have to concentrate so much on attending to Carol. Licking and sucking at her, digging their nails into their palms to distract themself when it became almost too much. Carol responded positively, her long nails biting into Kris’ scalp as she murmured praise in between content moans. Kris’ ears burned.
Once Carol was satisfied, she lifted Kris again, this time pulling them into a hug. She took a moment to wipe off their face with a towel, cleaning away the saliva and slick that’d smeared across their chin.
“Let’s rest, now,” she said. “After that, I think a bath will be necessary.”
Kris didn’t protest; there was no point. They weren’t averse to the idea of cleaning up, but there was the possibility that if Carol wasn’t completely satisfied now, then in the bath, she might try to…
“Um,” Kris mumbled, licking their lips and suppressing the urge to cringe at the taste. “Could you untie me, now?”
Carol smirked a little. “Oh, I don’t know. You look adorable like this, Kris.” She traced a length of rope around Kris’ neck with a finger. “Red is a good color on you, too. It brings out your beautiful eyes.”
Kris didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, flattered, or frustrated. Their cheeks flushed hot either way.
Carol patted them reassuringly on the head. “Don’t worry. I’ll untie you before our bath.”
Kris swallowed a sigh. “Okay,” they breathed. It was fine. It was fine. As long as Carol was happy, then Kris had to be, too.