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That small brush of his finger ignites a fire in me that I never thought possible before. I throw my head back and grit my teeth. I’m determined not to let him see that he's having any effect on me. His chuckles fill my ears, try as I might to block it out. I toss my head back and forth, silently begging for an end to this torment. He bends my hips up a little more, opening me up completely. My thighs quiver with the exertions to close them back again. Soon, he starts rocking his hips, dragging his heavy erection up and down my core, pausing to let his plump head nudge against my clit.

Whimpers claw at the back of my throat, but I stay silent. I can't give in. I can't let him win. He chuckles again and switches his angle, this time letting his head slide just barely into my entrance, only to drag it back up for him to slap it softly against my clit.

"Well," he growls, teasing every inch of me. "Are you going to ride me?"

His hand snakes up and grabs my breast, squeezing tightly for a moment before letting go. He repeats the process, his cock sliding up and down, filling me with warring sensations. My skin feels like it wants to burst. Everything is tight, hot, heavy, and achy. In the depths of my mind, I get the feeling that he can help me. He can ease this torment, but I can't let him. To do so would be to lose my soul forever.

Chapter Five: Asmon

Fathers, but she's absolutely perfect. I stare down at where our bodies collide, and I get even more aroused with each pass over her soaking slit. I never knew someone could be so responsive. Not even Angelica got this wet for me. Maybe that's because she never actually wanted you. With a grunt, I force my brain away from that maddening thought and onto the human in front of me. She is all too real and more than just a touch turned on. Her body shakes in my grasp as she fights herself. Why? I'm not sure. Surely one that's this depraved would have no trouble letting their baser urges go; however, just with everything else so far, she's completely undermining my expectations.

I shove her legs up a bit more until she's nearly doubled over. My chest still aches from where she kicked me earlier, and I can't let that go unpunished. Holding her firm in my grasp, I let my tail wander her body. Every inch of me wants to imprint on every inch of her: what better way than invading every part of her being? I'll save her pussy for last, once she's earned it. But right now, I'm going to open her eyes to what it truly means to be punished by me, and at my mercy. Resting her legs on my chest, I dip my head down to feast on her nipple. Her scent invades my nose and stirs the beast just lurking beneath the surface. It's taking every bit of willpower not to claim her as mine.

Every line is taut and tight. She holds her body rigid against me. Each swipe of my tongue makes her stiffen up. Glancing at her face, her eyes are screwed tight. Wrinkles furrow at her brow, a testament to how firm her resolve is. Bringing my free hand down, I skim her lower lips, completely ignoring her clit. Instead, I dip a finger in, just enough to coat the digit with her essence. Her hips shift just a bit, but it's enough to let me know that she's not as unaffected as she's trying to play herself.

With a smirk, I trail my finger lower, staring at her face with an intense, heated gaze. The moment my finger skims her back entrance, she becomes ramrod in my arms. Her eyes fly open and meet mine. No words come out of her mouth, but her lips part so delectably. Her eyes are wild as she tries to scoot back.

Let her. I simply follow her with my fingers. There's nowhere for her to go. Nowhere for her to run. I readjust my grip on her hip as I ease my finger through her tight ring. Groaning, I watch her face run through a gamut of expressions. She's fighting hard. So ridiculously hard. But she's not protesting or asking me to stop. I slide it in further, up to my knuckle and twist about a few times. Caitlin lays her head back against the table and closes her eyes.

"Look at me!" I'm not going to let her hide in her mind while I torment her body. Those wide eyes stare down at me, her lips flattening for a moment then opening again. She wants to say something, but nothing comes out. No matter. I slide my finger all the way to the hilt as I stare her down.

"Oh please." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the rapid beating of my heart.

"Please what?"

Her face turns a beautiful pale pink as bites down on her lower lip.

"What do you want?" I withdraw my finger and replace it with a second. A light moan escapes her lips. Good, she's finally cracking. "Is this what you want? You want me to defile your ass?" The blush turns crimson and she looks away. The beast is not having any of it. I grip her thigh tighter, drawing a yelp from her pretty lips. "Did I say you can look away?" She turns back and shakes her head, her eyes misting over as she looks at me. "You will use your words," I growl, before bending forward and biting down on her nipple. Caitlin squeaks and tries to pull back, but I hold on for another moment, just to make sure she understands that I mean business.

"Yes Sir." Her voice is soft and wavers just a touch.

I let go of her nipple and brace both hands on either side of her. Her breath is frantic. With each inhale, some part of her rubs up against me. It's driving me insane. My balls are tight and heavy. I need to get off soon. My cock bobs against her stomach, and the light touches aren't nearly enough to get me where I need to go. I need to end this now. Without giving her any warning, any time to think, I slide my tail up to where my fingers had just been and start to delve inside of her.

I groan as my tail slips inside her. It's not what I want to be fucking her with, but at least it's a part of me. Something. Anything. I just have to become a part of her. A throaty moan slips past her lips and she arches her hips as best she can, trying to impale herself further on the slim appendage. Fathers, but it's enough to almost make me burst. Precum leaks from my head as I push myself deeper into her. It smears across her belly and glistens in the candlelight.

"Mine."

The feral sound rips from my throat as I lay the tip flat, expanding it inside her tight channel. She looks down at me, her eyes wide with fear and lust. It's a heady combination. I lengthen my nails and dig them into her skin as I fuck her with my tail. Mewls and whimpers spill from her lips. A light sheen of sweat covers her body.

I lean over and lick my way up her sternum. The salt from her skin is so damn delicious. The harder I fuck her, the more frantic her breathing becomes. Her entire body clenches in my grasp. Tingles of pleasure travel from my tail and up my spine. I'm going to cum so hard, but I don't even care at this point. My balls tighten even more as I rock against her body. I lower her legs again, just a touch so that my cock can glide against her swollen lips.

Her arousal eases my thrusting. I keep her legs as tight together as I can manage, that way I'm not tempted to dive into her depths. I'm already playing with fire by invading her with my tail. Every inch I give, the beast takes a mile.

Soon, I will be able to think of nothing more than rutting her and filling her with my seed. Can. Not. Happen. Once this week is up, she has to leave. If she somehow became pregnant...my movements falter at that thought. The beast smiles inside me. It wants nothing more than to see her swollen with child. I must fight him. I must give her back.

I resume my humping, losing myself in the feel of her skin, the wetness of her arousal. Her whimpers turn into frenzied grunts, and it tips me over the edge. With a loud shout, I empty myself onto her stomach, primal satisfaction seeping into every pore as I watch my cum mark her.

I resist the urge to smear it all over her body, to visually claim what I cannot have. Pulling out my tail, I lower her legs to the floor and make my way over to a small basin in the corner. I run the water for a moment, knowing that humans seem to like the warm over cold. Wetting a few rags, I wash my hands thoroughly, then turn my attention to my tail.

I watch Caitlin out of the corner of my eye as I clean myself up. She shifts and squirms about, and my cum starts to slide down her stomach and towards her mound. I stand there, transfixed as I watch it drip from her body. I want to cum on her over and over again. Just seeing me on her satisfies my primal urges. For now.

Reaching again for the soap, I wash my tail, my brain whirling a mile a minute. I still need to punish her, but all I want to do is drive myself back into her heat. Exhaustion lines her features. Her arms must be getting to the point of uselessness by now. Time to put her out of her misery.

Drying everything off, I grab the towels and walk back over to Caitlin. I ignore her soft sighs as I rub her down, cleaning away any evidence of her effect on me. The beast howls in my brain, angry that I've removed the one thing that made her ours. I don't give in and keep scrubbing until her skin is a dewy pink in the lights. With a flick of my wrist, I toss the soiled rags back over to the basin and fist the bit of chain closest to her neck.

"Now, you listen to me, love. You've got a punishment waiting for you. Be a good girl and don't fight me. Who knows, I might even let you get off when I'm through with you.”

Her lower lip trembles beautifully. Pausing, I skim my thumb over the softness before winding the chain around my fist a few times. I draw her closer, my gaze locked on her lips. She snakes out her tongue to wet it, and I'm lost.